The bizarre sexual perversion which is the theme that runs through "Make Me", the highly successful volume of emotion first published in London, is one of the most fascinatingly forbidden ever to be presented to the public. The London censor banned this book in the same week that it was first printed and distributed in the West End district of the city. However, because of its remarkably different content, this book soon became a highly sought-for item in libraries of avant-garde eroticism.
Although the main motivation of the characters in this story may seem unbelievable, it is matched by actual case histories familiar to every psychiatrist. The following excerpts from the actual case histories of the noted Dr. O. Berndorff attest to this:
Rosalie F., in an exclusive suburb outside of Boston, told of seeing a neighbor of hers in a most irregular situation. She had entered the neighbor's home, finding the front door ajar, to tell her that her door was open. As she gazed from the hallway into the living-room, she saw her neighbor lying on the living-room sofa, completely nude and on her belly with her voluptuous buttocks raised high. Her husband, a slightly-built, unimpressive fellow, was lustily switching her quivering behind with a leather cat-o-nine tails. And, oddly enough her neighbor was uttering sexy little screams of profound pleasure every time the leather strap touched her buttocks...."
Continental Classic presents this unusual depiction of a wide-spread perversion of normal sex to help the reader recognize and avoid manifestations of sick lust whenever and wherever displayed in today's chaotic social environment.
A.L. Saunders, M.A. New York City January, 1970
PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
Charles made sure that he had all the important papers he needed in his briefcase, as well as the carefully packed 'overnight' bag that his wife, Violet, had prepared for this sales conference. Satisfied that all was in order, and a glance at his wrist-watch informing him that it would be at least seven more minutes before the taxi he had ordered would be there to pick him up, he took her into his arms.
His face went down to meet her upturned one, and they kissed. During the embrace, his wife let her lips part, and her tongue-tip run over his lips tantalizingly. When he broke away he told her, "Now Vi, the cab will be here in a few minutes, so don't start that!" They had only been married for ten months, and he was always quick to respond to any sexual stimulation, she wanted, yet in some way Violet was dissatisfied.
She had read books on sex, and discussed it a great length with her friends. She found it both stimulating and fascinating, even in mere discussion. From this knowledge, she knew that she was luckier than a lot of married women the world over. She did achieve an orgasm on three out of four of the fuck sessions, but there was still a nagging doubt as to whether she was getting the most out of the sex part of her life!
She made a move toward him, and protested, "But I won't see you until Sunday night!" He smiled down at her, "Two whole nights to spend alone! What a shame! If it wasn't for the certainty of at least a thousand dollars worth I'd stay at home and devote the whole week-end to fucking you!"
The mere word was sufficient to make Violet aware of her titties, and their nipples thrusting ardently against the inside of her bra! She pressed against him, and he kissed her again, his hands going down behind her over the swell of her ass-cheeks under her skirt, to cup the twin soft, resilient mounds of flesh. This stirred his wife even more, and her open mouth was against his encouraging demanding!
He responded, and his hips thrust hard against hers, his hands pulling her hard to him, and his tongue joining erotic battle with hers! Then from the street came the unmistakable double-'honk' of a taxi-horn!
"Blast! See you on Sunday night, darling!" He broke free, and grabbed up his bag and briefcase, almost running out of the door of their apartment. A huge bulge in his trousers formed an embarrassing impediment to even the thought of business!
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" Violet's bands were on her aroused titties as she went to the window to watch him get into the cab, and give him a disheartened wave as it swung out into the traffic, and sped away towards the station, and his train to the big city!
When it was swallowed up in the stream of other cars, she went over to the sofa, changed her mind, and poured herself out a large brandy, added a very little soda, then flung herself onto the yielding sofa, picking up a gaudy-covered, "Confessions", magazine!
Swallowing a half of the drink, she thumbed through the pages with their suggestive titles the stiffly posed pictures of professional models and the advertisements for all sorts of figure aids. Those she certainly didn't need!
"Eventually her attention was caught by a page of 'Reader's Letters', and she cynically read of the problems of 'Worried Blue-Eyes' and her sisterhood. The final letter was from a young newly-wed, who was complaining that her husband treated her as a young girl even on one occasion going so far as to turn her over his knees and pull her pants down for a spanking when she had overspent her housekeeping money!
An interest stirred in her consciousness, and she drained her glass, then re-read the letter, more closely. As she read the description of the scene, how the protesting bride had been up-ended over her spouses' lap, and held there as helpless as a school-girl while her clothes were tossed back, and her ass bared. Then the hot smarting and the growing pain as he had laid into her uncovered ass-cheeks with a punishing palm!
The girl's first humiliation then this disappearing along with outraged modesty under the need to writhe her hips on her husband's thighs in her vain attempt to evade some of the punishing slaps! Violet's nipples were thrusting almost painfully against the brassiere containing them, and she found her ass wriggling against the sofa cushions almost as though in sympathy with the writer.
Not quite though! It was a beat of sex and a moisture in her cunt between her clenched thighs that prompted her movements not the burning smart of smacked flesh! Almost unconsciously, she found her fingers at her tits, pinching them gently to ease the aroused nipples and merely intensifying he sensations that were flooding through her!
She flung herself off the sofa, and made herself go over to the cocktail cabinet and pour out another drink with a hand that shook a little in her aroused state! She took the drink and the magazine through to their bedroom, and sat at her dressing-table. Avidly now, she re-read through the letter for a third time. Still it stirred her in this strange way! With a hot flush, she remembered the way she used to play with her pussy in her later school-years to get some relief from the tensions of her need to be fucked.
Oh! If she could do those things to herself now! And why not! She half-rose, and gathered up her dress. Sitting down again with it bunched up over her hips, her fingers rubbed the bulge of her pussy mount in the front of her frilly panties, and further thrills started rocketing through her body!
Even as she was hooking her fingers into the waist-elastic, preparatory to thrusting them into her cunt, her eye caught the sight in the mirror of her semi-naked hips! Quickly she thrust down the panties, and her fingers went to the aroused, eager twat-lips, parted in passion, and slowly rubbed along the slit.
She could wait no longer! She probed, and massaged the throbbing minge, and the now thrusting-out clitoris quivers of delight running down her thighs, making her flesh tremble and twitch!
Even as she worked herself up, her eyes watched through the mirror giving an added zest to her manipulation and enjoyment! It was almost like watching someone else! Some naughty girl playing with herself! The expression came to her mind spontaneously, and the word "naughty" sent an additional thrill through her! Her eyes went to the seat, and the bulge of her ass, spread by her weight against the firm surface.
'Yes if that girl was caught at her sex games that ass would be smacked to a rosy glow!' The notion sent fresh thrills racing along her nerves! With sudden decision, her fingers left her throbbing cunt and she got up, turning half-away from the triple mirrors and bending forwards.
The triple reflections, from varying angles of her softly-swelling ass back thrust above her lowered panties, thrilled her even more, and she held up her clothes with one hand, reaching around and giving the soft flesh a sharp smack with the other! It bounced and moved under the impact, and the sharp sting of the contact seemed in some way to send a fresh sensation to her hot, wet cunt!
She watched the pinkish patch forming where her hand had struck, and tried to reach around further to smack the other cheek. This was not very successful, and she changed hands, holding the bunched clothing with her right, and sharply striking her other ass-cheek with her left.
Again the thrill came, and intensified as she watched the skin redden. With a sob of passion, she struck several times as hard as she could until she was gasping with the pain, then changed hands and did the same again the first cheek glowing a deep, angry red! When the sting had built up to the same level in her other buttock, she stopped, and peered over her shoulder at the glowing ass, pushing it ever further out towards the glass, bending lower. Her fingers went to her slippery pussy, and finger-fucking it, soon produced an orgasm of an intensity she had never experienced before!
Quickly stripping, she angled the glass, and laid on her bed, face-down, her head turned on the pillow to gloat over her rosy ass it reflected! Her hoarse breathing was steadying down to more like it's normal rate when the 'phone beside her bed rang!
Picking up the receiver, she schooled the emotion out of her voice as she answered it. "Hello!"
"Oh! Vi, dear! So glad to catch you in! Cynthia here. We are having a small celebration, and I wondered if you and Charles would like to join us?"
It was an old school-friend who lived on the other side of town, and Violet bit her lip, then confessed, "Well, Charles has had to go to a sales meeting and I'm on my own at the moment!"
Cynthia was immediately sympathetic. "Oh! Well you must come over! It must be awful for you being all on your own! Just come as you are!"
Violet grinned into the telephone. "I will be over in half an hour!", she promised. A smile was still on her face as she replaced the telephone. That would really surprise Cynthia and Gerald if she had gone as she was. Nude with a rosily glowing ass! Picking up the telephone again, she ordered a cab, and started to dress again.
Over her undies, she slipped on a simple but well-cut black dress that showed off her body to perfection, and rapidly set her hair and went over her make-up. By the time she was ready, the taxi had arrived, and she left the lonely apartment for the conviviality of her friend and her friend's husband's small house.
They received her warmly, pressing a filled glass into her hand and ushering her to a large arm-chair. Cynthia was the same age as herself, but much taller. A statuesque woman that Violet had always looked up to a brain at school, and always top of the class. Her husband Gerald was a quiet type, nearly half-a-head shorter than his wife, and his blonde coloring always seemed to make him seem more self-effacing and insignificant.
She reflected that you would have to go a long way to find a couple more the opposite of Charles and herself but somehow they always had got along brilliantly together. Cynthia had been her main confidant at school, and her bridesmaid at her wedding marrying Gerald some five months later. Despite the visual difference in them, Gerald and Charles had turned out to share many interests, and they had become a closely knit foursome that drank and celebrated together, always at ease together.
Several drinks, and they settled down. Violet explained the conference and the potential contacts involved that Charles had gone to, and they agreed that he had had to go to it but still commiserated with her on her being abandoned to her own resources for the week end.
Cynthia brought the bottle over and refilled the glasses, then perched herself on the edge of the coffee-table. She got up again with a sudden grimace and Violet's mind whirled as she realized the implications! She determined to get Cynthia alone for a 'girl to girl' chat before she left!
CHAPTER TWO
This turned out to be rather an anti-climax in it's eventual moaning but did provide a start to even freer communication between the trio.
Violet made her excuses to Gerald, and went to the toilet while Cynthia was in the kitchen making coffee. Having a quick 'pee', and joining her old school-chum in the kitchen, Vi quickly came to the matter she wanted to ask about. "I say, Cynthia! I noticed you get back up a bit sharpish when you perched on the table in there almost as if you'd been spanked are you all right?"
Cynthia started especially at the reference to being spanked, then flushed a little as she came clean. "Well there is not anything organically wrong but I got a really good hiding from Gerry this morning. I had quite forgotten all about it in the excitement of talking to you and when I sat on that hard surface well, I got 'twinges!'"
Violet grinned, her eyes twinkling, and almost babbled out the story of her strange adventure earlier that evening. It was not long before she was slipping down her frilly panties to show her old chum the pinkness that remained on her ass as a result of her attempts at self-flagellation, and Cynthia responded by, in turn, hoisting her clothes, and peeling down her panties to show Violet the color of her ass and the almost bluish-purple welts where Gerald had laid into her with his belt!
Violet was very impressed by the marking, and her own ass flinched as she thought of how it must have stung again she experienced that strange stimulation, just thinking of it! Her nipples were hardening, and her pussy getting all hot and wet. They pulled up their drawers, and went back into the living room together, taking the coffee things in with them.
Gerald was obviously pleased to see them back, and poured out a round of brandies while they drank their coffees. They settled back to sip their drinks, and Cynthia came straight to the point. "Gerry! You'll never guess but Vi just told me she is interested in 'wife-training'! How about that! I showed her those welts you put on my ass with your belt this morning, and I think she's getting all sexy and her husband is away! Isn't it a shame?"
His eyes had lit up at this confidence, and he smiled, "It certainly is we shall have to see what can be done to keep her happy!"
Violet flushed at first at this frank statement of her secret passions, but as she sipped her brandy, it seemed natural to talk openly with this couple, and it was not long before she was giving them a full account of how she had discovered this latent desire for ass-beating when she was reading the 'secrets' magazine and her little experiment in the bedroom just before Cynthia had called her up.
Gerald took up the conversational ball, "Ah! But you have not had any real experience, just read of it, and tried it on yourself! Well, just you wait until Charles gives you a good thrashing, then you'll know more about it!" At this his wife cut in, "After all, we have only really tried it a few times. Gerry had used his hand, a slipper, and his belt so far on me. There's plenty more things for us to try out yet!"
"Ooh! Yes! But that belt didn't half raise marks on your ass!" interjected Violet, a shudder of delicious apprehension flooding through her at the memory of how they had looked.
Cynthia suggested, "How would you like to feel the strap for yourself? I'll bet Gerry wouldn't mind a chance to lay it across your ass for you!"
Violet couldn't bring herself to agree vocally, to such a proposition, but asked, "How did he do it to you?"
It didn't take Cynthia long to realize what might lie behind this question, and she soon told her friend, "Bent over that arm that you have your left elbow resting on my head in the seat of the chair, and my panties well down out of the way!" She smiled at the memory, and Vi rose, saying, "Over here' Oh!"
Cynthia encouraged her, "Yes, darling that's right. I had to stand where you are now-then lean over and put my hands on the far arm, then bend over! Just lean forwards, and take your weight on the other arm. That's right. Now bend right over and put your head down onto the cushion! There! See how it lifts up your ass well up in the air and accessible!"
Without any other words, Violet was bent well over the padded arm. Cynthia stepped over to her, and took hold of the shirt of the dress she was wearing. Quickly, she turned it up over her back, and exposed the frilly panties.
"Don't you feel really vulnerable, dear? especially when your panties are taken down and there's nothing between you and the strap!" Even as she spoke, she took hold of her friend's pantie-waist, and skinned them down inside out, onto her thighs to leave her unprotected ass upturned.
There was an audible, sudden intake of breath from her husband as he saw the plump, twin, ass-cheeks bared before him, slightly tinged with pink from where Violet had 'experimented' earlier that evening on herself. An eloquent gesture frc n his wife, and he was unbuckling the slim leather belt from his waist, and doubling it to leave the loop swinging free.
When her friend stated, "Now we'll see how you react to a few strokes from Gerald's belt, my dear!" Violet uttered a muffled protest but made no move to rise, and he moved into a position just to one side of where she was bent over the chair arm.
The thin doubled strap whistled through the air, and she howled as it lashed across those twin soft cheeks, and implanted it's line of fiery agony! Her thighs clenched up, and she bucked on her arm perch. Gerald drew back his arm and waited until she collapsed back onto it's support. Then, as the tension went out of her buttocks, the belt whistled down again, and once more buried into the soft flesh. This dieted a short, sharp scream from Violet, and her feet came up off the floor to kick and wave wildly in the air her hands clawed back to clutch at her burning ass-cheeks.
Again he waited until her hands went away, and she relaxed her muscles, before whipping the next stroke down! She took this one more stoically, gasping and panting, her hips wriggling but staying in place on their support. After six strokes of the belt, he stopped.
While he had been laying into Violet with his belt, his unsupported slacks had slipped down to his ankles, and the state of his excited prick was clearly visible to his wife. The scene was also affecting her, and when Violet recovered her breath enough to look around, her friend was on her knees, her hands cupping her husband's balls, and his cock was rammed deep into her mouth!
At the sight, her hurts changed into a hot glow that permeated to the pit of her belly, and her twat flooded with natural juices! She stayed where she was, her marked ass before Gerald while he was being sucked off by his wife!
It obviously did nothing to prevent him responding to the fingers and lips that were at work on his prick and balls, and he put a hand behind Cynthia's head to press her more closely against his loins driving the head of his prick to the back of her throat.
Violet was in a torment of desire, and heaved up her hips to get a hand down under them to her itching cunt. Gerald saw this, and took hold of Cynthia's hair, pulling her from him so that his prick slipped out, and stood, erect as a flagstaff in front of her face!
"Look at her finger-fucking herself! I bet she'd like a lot of this rammed up her!" Cynthia's disappointment faded, "Yes. What a grand idea go on, darling! Stuff it up her pussy!"
He needed no more encouragement, and by the time he had shuffled, hampered by the slacks around his ankles, behind her, his wife and deftly tugged Violet's panties the rest of the way down, and removed them completely. She softly stroked the raised, hot ridges on her friend's ass, and ran a finger down to probe her damp cunt. At her touch, Violet spread her legs wide apart, and Gerald got in between them.
Soon his rigid prick replaced his wife's fingers, and he lodged the swollen head in between the parted lips. Cynthia moved to the front of the chair, and fell to her knees, kissing and cuddling her friend as her husband drove the length of his prick up into her greedy cunt! I felt a cool breeze tickle The girl's tongues battled and probed each other's mouth and Cynthia soon had the bodice of Violet's dress wide open, and her titties freed from the brassiere. She squeezed, pulled and tweaked at the standing nipples, and drew further moans of abandoned joy from her as she heaved up her throbbing ass-cheeks to meet Gerald's thrusts as he fucked her!
By this time Gerald was ramming and plunging to and fro driving his cock, shiny with her love-juices, in and out like a piston on a racing locomotive! Several more strokes, and Violet was gasping, "Ooh! I'm cuming! God! I'm flooded! Oh! Fuck! Make me a baby! OOH!"
With a final hard thrust, Gerald locked his hips against her glowing ass-cheeks and fell over her as his ass worked and twitched in ecstasy of his orgasm!
Cynthia gave his ass an affectionate slap, "Well done! That should have done her a world of good!" She collected the glasses and refilled them. By the time she returned with the drinks, Gerald had drawn his slackening cock from Violet's reeking cunt, and was pulling up his trousers, and wrapping the belt that had beaten her backside around their waistband.
Slowly Violet crawled up from the arm of the chair, and eased herself around until she could sink back into the cushioned seat. She made a face as her weight fell onto her whipped ass, and accepted the glass with one hand. The other clapped over her pussy, nursing it as if she was scared of loosing something precious!
"How was that, darling?" Cynthia asked solicitously. "Which?" Demanded Violet. "Both!" her friend asked. "The first was sore but very thrilling the second was wonderful!" Violet quickly assured her. "It's the best fucking I have ever had. I don't know if it's your husband, or the sore ass I got to get me going but I loved it!"
Cynthia smiled, "Well, I'm not going to lend you his prick without a game just to find out you'll have to try being tanned by some other man then fucked, and see if it is as good! I know I got a lot more out of being screwed after a good sound beating maybe you are the same!"
They settled down to the discussion of sexual matters, drinking and smoking. Cynthia was telling Violet about how she and her husband had first got onto the 'spanking' kick, and they were both recalling the incidents at school when the cane was used by their Headmistress. After about half an hour, Violet was getting pleasantly drunk, and then she noticed that the conversation was giving Gerald a hard-on again there was a distinct large bulge at the front of his trousers, and he slipped a hand into one pocket to contain his rising prick.
She attracted her friend's attention to this state of affairs, "Hey! Cynthia. Your horny hubby's getting a hard-on again! What shall we do about it?"
Cynthia had very definite ideas, and was out of her chair, ripping his fly open, and tugging his cock out! She pushed him back on the sofa, and quickly gathered up her skirts, stripped down and stepped out of her panties. In a few more moments, she was astride him, and lowering herself down onto the dong, taking it up into her pussy.
Crying, "But you don't enjoy it as much with an untanned ass!", Violet went over to stand beside them, and pulled the back of her friend's clothes well up to reveal her marked ass-cheeks.
As Cynthia rode up and down on her husband's prick, Violet started smacking her ass, slapping a healthy flush onto the cheeks. Cynthia fell forwards onto her husband's inert form, and her ass was upturned, rising and falling as she fucked him, held up for the spanks of her friend!
"More! I'm nearly cuming!" Cynthia's voice gasped urgently as she bounced up and down, and Violet responded smacking as hard and fast as she could on the dancing, flaming cheeks! A few more comments, and Cynthia almost howled, "Ah! That's it! Ooh! Er! More! Beat me!" She collapsed onto her husband and hugged him while Violet's hand flailed her upturned ass making the soft mounds quiver and bounce as her cunt muscles milked her husband's cock!
Violet was breathing hard from her combined exertions and excitement, and her other hand was up under her clothes finger-fucking frantically at her re-aroused cunt. Cynthia realized what was happening, and raised herself clear of Gerald so that she was almost sitting astride him his softening cock firmly trapped in her pussy. "Get over him darling! He'll give you a lovely tongue fuck!", she cried to her friend, and Violet moved down the sofa.
Gathering up her clothes, she stood over Gerald's face, and lowered herself presenting the parted lips of her cunt to his mouth. He went straight to work and it was not long before she was squirming as his tongue darted and fucked, sending strange thrills through her and bringing her up to the point of another cum. The act and aroma of her twat had a reaction and his cock started to harden again inside his wife, who cried out with pleasure, and started to screw on it again!
Watching her friend's lewdful maneuvers was the last straw for Violet and she came again, almost swooning from the delight in her. Once Cynthia knew that she had 'cum', she told her, "Right-ho! It's your turn to pour the drinks I'll just see if I can milk a little more sperm out of this horny fucker!"
Violet's cunt removed from his face, Gerald couldn't keep up the sexy course, and his prick softened again. By the time she came back over to them with the glasses, Cynthia was reluctantly climbing off him! He lay stretched out flat, his cock drooping limply down to flop onto his belly. Violet bent down to plant a tender kiss on it, and Cynthia gave her bending body a good hard smack across her marked ass! She straightened up with a gasp, and got on with serving the drinks!
Another drink and several minutes later, Violet looked around and found her panties beside the arm chair where Cynthia had taken them off for her, and stepped into them. Once they were tugged up into place, and her clothes put back in order, she used the 'phone to call a taxi to take her back home.
When it came, she kissed both of them goodnight, and left.
CHAPTER THREE
Charles settled back in the train, full of mixed emotions. He was glad to have got away without more of a scene, happy in the thought of the business to be done, intrigued by the possibilities of a week-end in the big city but also with a hard-on, and frustrated from the way that Violet had got him aroused just as the taxi had arrived for him!
Well it was too late to worry about his prick now! Might as well look forward to the prospects of a little extra-marital fucking in town! But he'd have loved to stay and give her something to remember him by! Apart from a great good fucking, if only he knew how she would react to a beating! Never mind there were usually plenty of girls in town who, for a few dollars, would accept a smacking with a good grace. At the thought, his prick got even harder inside his trousers and he leaned back in the corner, a hand in one trousers pocket to contain the huge cock, and day-dreamed of the possibilities lying ahead.
When he got off the train he had a hard-on up to his neck! He eventually got a cab to the hotel his reservation was at, and dumped his bags in the room. Sending down for a drink, he stripped, and went into the shower. The additional stimulation of the water running off the end of his proudly jutting cock made his soapy hand go down to it. Slowly at first, he pulled back and let go then the movements speeded up, until he was engaged in a full-blooded jerk off. It did not take long to make him shoot his load into the soapy waste!
Relieved, and refreshed, he dried, and when he returned to his room, found the drink waiting for him. Sipping it at intervals, he got into clean underwear, and a fresh shirt. He settled for the suit he had traveled in saving the other one to put on fresh tomorrow for the conference, and went down to the dining room for a meal. He thought of giving his wife a ring but decided against it as he thought she would be going to bed early or going out to the Morrises. He was correct but premature, at that time she was busily slapping her ass in front of her mirror!
A couple of drinks with his meal, and he went out for a stroll around the town soon gravitating to the cosmopolitan quarter. His first stop was at a club. It was a drinking club, but also had a strip tease act. This soon got him in the mood for further adventures, and a chap he met at the bar offered to taked him to a 'hotter' night club. A price was quickly agreed, and he left the club with his new acquaintance.
The man took him to a small club not much bigger than his own living-room at home, but with several girls who looked pretty attractive in the subdued lighting, and only a few men, none of whom seemed at ease. It didn't take long for him to find out that it was a 'clip' joint so he left, quickly, and made his way back to one of the more lighted streets.
Finding a pretty busy bar, he went in and ordered himself a scotch. It was a very lively place, and he was soon in conversation with a man who was in town on business too. They left the bar together, and strolled around. His new companion soon came right down to the matter, "I don't know about you Charles but I intend to find myself a bit of pussy before I go back to my Hotel! I want to relax before I go to my meeting tomorrow!"
This was as good a reason for it as any, and they looked for cunt together. Charles soon spotted a board with cleverly worded cards on it, and drew his companion's attention to it. They noted some numbers, and went to a row of telephone boxes. Charles saw his friend give him a 'thumbs up' sign through the glass, and once he came out of the box, he excused himself and hailed a passing taxi.
Charles shrugged, and looked through the list of numbers. The second one was crossed off, so he tried the third. A pleasant woman's voice answered, and quickly assured him that her Mistress provided a full personal service at fifty dollars and upwards. Her final assurance that her Mistress was a lovely 'naughty' girl made up his mind. It seemed like a broad hint of a pleasant fuck-adventure and he got the address.
It was not too far from his hotel, so he told the woman he would arrive in half an hour, and gave her a fictitious name. A quick drink, and he traveled back to his hotel by cab, then took a walk around the corner to the address he had been given. It turned out to be an apartment up above some business premises, and he was received by a cheerful, stout woman.
Once he had assured the woman that he was a genuine 'client' for her Mistress, and that he had money to spend if he was interested she pressed the button on an intercom, and spoke a few words. Several seconds later, another door opened and she motioned him to go in.
When he entered the other room he found a charming young blonde relaxing on a low couch by an open fire. She waved a hand to a well stocked bar. "Help yourself to a drink, darling and pour one for me. Make yourself at home!" They were soon chatting like old friends, and she sized him up. It didn't take her very long to form an opinion, and she went over to a large wardrobe and opened it.
"How does this strike you?" She held up a uniform on a hanger in front of her then quickly switched it for a short, flounced gingham-check dress. Dropping them on the table, she laid beside the gingham, a slipper and a solid-backed hair-brush then a curly-handled 'school' cane on the uniform. "Which do you prefer, darling?"
He gestured towards the slipper, and there was no misunderstanding the invitation. Putting the school uniform and the cane back in the wardrobe, she told him, "If you will slip out and see Anna I'll change. Tell her number twelve!"
Going back into the reception room, he told the 'maid' the number, and she smiled, "Well, dearie. That will be fifty dollars up to ten whacks, then five dollars each any more!"
He took out a well filled wallet, and gave her one hundred dollars, refusing the change. She was quite impressed by the tip, and pressed the intercom again. She gave the girl the O.K., and the door again opened.
The girl was changed, and looked really young in the short dress and ankle-strap shoes. She poured him another drink, and as he sat down, handed it to him. She flounced around the room, the short dress showing off her legs to advantage, and the lower edge of a pair of matching panties when she stooped. When she returned to him, she quietly laid the slipper beside his chair!
He put down his glass, and picked it up tapping it's supple leather sole against the palm of his other hand significantly as he asked, "And have you been a good little girl?" She put on a very good act, and hung her head as she almost whispered in a small voice, "No, Uncle. I was very naughty! Are you going to spank my assie?"
"Yes, my girl! Get over my knee!" She quickly draped herself, face-down over his lap, and he pushed back the skimpy skirt and patted the well-filled seat of the little panties. "Oh! Don't take my bloomers down, Uncle! I'll be ever so good!"
He smiled, and assured her, "If I'm going to smack your assie my girl I have no intention of tanning your panties!" As he said this, he pulled them down, and bared the twin, plump mounds of flesh. She squirmed, but in doing so, managed to thrust her bared ass up into an even more inviting posture!
First gently, then with increasing force, he whacked her with the supple slipper sole. By the ninth whack, there was nothing 'put on' about her gasps, and her ass was a rosy red. He cracked the slipper down for the tenth time, and she started to rise. He pinned her down, and delivered two more crisp blows one on each of the rosy-hued mounds, then released her.
When she got up off his lap there were real tears on her flushed cheeks, but she immediately put a hand onto the throbbing cock thrusting against the material of his trousers.
In one minute, she had discarded the lowered panties and had his fly open. Another minute, and she was astride his lap, lowering her cunt onto the rearing cock head. She screwed him with a surprising vigor and expertise and though she was really enjoying the fuck!
When he had shot his load which took some time after his jerk off in the bathroom she cleaned him up, and gave him another drink. As he was leaving, she told him to 'call again any time!', and kissed him affectionately. He slipped a hand under the short dress and fondled the hot ass before leaving and she made a face at him. "Tell Anna not to charge for the extra two I like you!"
Anna smiled as she heard this it looked as though Bettina had got hold of another of her regular 'mild-flag' clients! Charles insisted on giving her an extra twenty. "We'll split the extra!" He told her, and left.
Strolling around to his hotel, he went to bed well pleased with the start of his weekend visit!
He had a pleasant surprise at the conference in the morning. The biggest buyer turned out to be his friend of the previous evening! And he gave him an order beyond what he had expected to get from the whole meeting.
They went out and celebrated a quick day's business over lunch, and exchanged cards and notes on their adventures of the night before. Charles was pleased to find that his friend had got the all-night fuck he had wanted, and the two men arranged to meet at all future conferences. In fact, to do their business together before the meeting, thus giving them both more time for their amorous pursuits!
At tea-time, Charles called his wife to tell her that he would be home early in the morning, as he was getting a night train but she wasn't at home. Oh well! He had his own keys with him. He was very content with his proceedings of the whole week-end!
CHAPTER FOUR
The first thing that Violet did when she got out of bed on the Saturday was to go to her dressing-table, and examine her ass in the triple mirrors. She was part glad, and part disappointed at the fading of the marks from Gerry's belt. Only faint pink marks remained!
Bathed, she dressed in her most provocative outfit a dress with a tight-fitting bust and flared skirt over a frilly, 'stand-out' petticoat. Dark nylons and high-heeled shoes, and she was dressed to kill. She went out at lunch time for a meal and a drink in a rather flashy road-house nearby, and then took a walk in the park.
She passed several couples on the grass, and this reminded her all the more of her determination to experiment with another man on the subject of fuck arousal by spanking. One of the couples in particular held her attention. The girl was on her hands and knees over the prostrate boy, and teasing him. The deliberate teasing, combined with the thrusting of her ass-cheeks as she crouched there pointed to an obvious conclusion in Violet's mind! The girl wanted her ass beaten.
She sat on the grass in the sun, and unobtrusively watched them for quite a while. It was quite clear to her as time passed what the girl was after she did everything other than actually ask! On one occasion when they had a little wrestling match, she 'fell' across his lap, and made no effort to get up for quite a while! How frustrating! What if Violet 'picked up' a man as dumb as that one?
She noticed a good-looking man had sat near her, and seemed to be also interested in watching this couple although she several times got a glimpse of his head turning away as if she had caught him watching her. She rummaged in her bag, and got out a cigarette. Each time she struck her lighter, she blew down the side of the cigarette to make sure it didn't light. She was putting on a very good act of getting crosser and crosser when he tossed a lighter over to her.
Lighting up, she offered him a cigarette, and he moved over beside her. Both smoking, they engaged in light conversation, feeling out the ground. The girl was back at her old tricks teasing the lad with handfuls of grass. The chap, who had introduced himself as Frank drew her attention to them. "They seem to be having a rare old time!" He commented, and she responded with, "I think she is playing up to him too much really I wouldn't stand for it!"
The effect was all she could have desired, he smiled, "If it was me she would have got what she was asking for a long time ago!" They chatted a little more, then lit fresh cigarettes, and at his suggestion, walked along a little more, coming to a more deserted, wilder part of the park.
Again they sat down, and it was not long before his arm was around her waist, and he turned her face up to kiss her. For several more minutes, they cuddled and snugged like any young couple interested in each other then his hands became more demanding, moulding her rising tits through the taut material that covered them.
A glance down at his lap showed that his prick was getting hard, and Violet deliberately made him cool off, demanding a cigarette. This did not particularly please him, and she knew that he was watching her to see if her demand had been innocent or a deliberate maneuver to 'put him off.
She didn't leave him in any more doubt for long, but after taking two puffs stubbed the cigarette in the grass beside her!
He grabbed her back into his arms, and protested, "You provocative witch! you did that deliberately!" She grinned, "Well, the say that ninety percent of all pleasure is in anticipation, so I thought you'd like to be kept waiting a little more!"
They skirmished on the grass, and she ended on top of him. He reached down, and gave the back of her skirt a smack which hardly traveled through the stuff of her skirt and the flounced petticoat.
Violet squirmed, as though to escape, and succeeded in getting herself across his legs. With an exclamation of satisfaction, he pinned her there, and swept back the layers of cloth delivering several sharp slaps to the taut seat of her flimsy panties.
This scene developed into a prick-sucking and fondling session in which he got quite aroused and got a hand up her clothes to feel her 'pussy' through the thin material of her panties.
At this stage Violet decided to call a halt, fearing that someone might come along and things might have gone too far to be stopped at that point! They smoothed down their clothes, and he took her to a local shop for tea and cakes plus conversation, and this was mainly heavily loaded with what they were going to do sexually.
When they left the cafe, he proposed a visit to the movies, and she agreed. The film he took her to see was not much good but neither of them was worried by the fact they were fully pre-occupied with their own individual researches of each other's body!
It was after eight when they came out into the fresh air considerably disheveled, and in a state of intense arousal that they both knew would have to be resolved into some concrete fucking action.
A call at a bar, and several drinks later, he was bemoaning the fact that he had a very suspicious landlady and it would be almost impossible for him to take her back to his place.
There was only one thing to do Charles was not due back until sometime tomorrow so she invited him back to their apartment for a cup of coffee!
Some twenty minutes later, she was unlocking the door, and they were 'home'. True to her statement, she made coffee if only to defer other pleasures even more! When he excused himself for a visit to the toilet, she slipped into the bedroom, and fetched her hairbrush, placing it obviously on the small table beside where he had been seated.
It didn't take long for him to notice it when he returned although he didn't make any comment on it's sudden appearance. Almost as if absent minded, he picked it up and felt it's weight, stroking the polished hard-wood back of it.
Violet gave him an impish grin, "A pity you didn't have that with you this afternoon!" He immediately caught the reference, and smacked it against his palm with a solid, meaty 'thwack'. If you don't behave yourself it might not be too late for you to feel it.! "
This was all the incentive that Violet required, and she started to tease him in no uncertain manner leaving him in no doubt of her intentions about it nor of her own intentions for it! After a little of this, he was warning her, "If you don't knock it off you'll be feeling the back of this brush and there is no chance of interruptions here, so it would be on your bare ass.! ! v
She exclaimed in mock alarm, "Ooer, you wouldn't take my panties down!" This doing nothing to cool his state of excitement, as he assured her, "Yes I certainly will!"
At this, Violet promptly started to play up to him again to invite a spanking, and it was not long before he was grabbing her, and turning her over his knee. She felt her dress and slip swept well up over her back, and his fingers hook into the elastic of her panties.
She raided her hips a trifle from his thighs to allow the elastic to pull clear from under her as he pulled them down, and pushed them well down onto her thighs. The cool feeling of her ass being exposed to the air sent a thrill through her, and then his hand was running gently over the bared skin of her ass-cheeks and raised on his lap!
She felt him press against her hip as he reached for the hairbrush, and knew that she would soon feel it's burning sting. Her nipples were thrusting with an almost unbearable pressure against the cups of her bra. Her hands left the carpet, and came up to pull at them then the hard smooth surface of the brush-back cracked swiftly down across her tender ass!
She gasped at it's burning sting, and her hands squeezed hard on her swollen titties. He raided the brush, and swept it down again to transmit it's blaze of pain through to the opposite cheek! Her gasp as the breath came back into her lungs was a loud 'ouch!' that gave him considerable satisfaction, and he told her in a stern voice, "You can howl! But it won't do you any good! I'm going to make that pretty ass of yours good and sore!"
Gripping her tightly, he swung the punishing brush up and down, making her squirm and writhe on his lap the reddening cheeks bouncing and shivering under the hail of well-laid on whacks! By the time he finished, she was in a haze of fiery pain, and her ass-cheeks felt swollen to twice their normal size and her cunt was full of boiling fluid! She was still squeezing her titties as hard as she could, and noticing much but the sensual arousement that was boiling in the pit of her belly!
Through the red mists, she felt him pushing her panties further down, and then his fingers running back up the inside of a leg.
Her thighs parted as his fingers met them and by the time he got to the junction of them, under her rosily glowing ass, they were spread as far as she could get them! Now she squirmed for an entirely different reason as his fingers ran over the pouting cunt lips, then parted them, and probed the inner lips, and her clitty! She was in heaven!
Her hips made spasmodic motions on his lap as she tried to press her cunt harder against his searching fingers, and she was uttering low moans of passion. After a few moments, he slipped an arm underneath her, and raised her, turning, so that she ended up sitting on his lap. She gave a grimace of pain as her sore buttocks were pressed against the rough material of his trousers, but then pressed herself down harder to intensify the sensation!
Her hand worked down in between them, and after a little questing around, found the fastener of his fly, and opened it up. Her fingers darted into the opening, and located the standing, thick prick inside, dragging it out, and fondling it slowly along it's long length up to the tip a forefinger running lightly over the head, and sending throbs along the shaft.
This couldn't go on forever, and he lifted her as he stood up, and carried her over to the table and perched her on it's edge. She gave a gasp as her hot, sore ass met the hard surface, but her legs were flung wide as he got in between them. Putting down a hand, she took hold of the rampant prick, and guided it gently, rubbing it's head against the outer cunt lips before presenting it to the inner, moist lips and giving a lunge towards him as he thrust so that the inflamed and swollen cock-head was lodged in the lower end of her pussy.
A further combined thrust, and it was driven nearly a half of it's length up into her, stretching apart the inner walls, and sending a succession of thrills through her. Her legs rose, and locked themselves around him pulling him tighter to her, and the rest of the prick slowly drove up in until his belly was hard against hers.
Slowly at first, he eased back, and thrust forwards then their passions rose, and under the spur of their emotions, they fucked away with gusto. Violet's inflamed ass sending twinges through her each time his weight drove against her hip and forced it against the table-top but she found these, and the memory of the spanking that had caused the pain as an aphrodisiac! She was fucking away at him with abandon, and crying out all the sexy words she would think of. These seemed to excite him as the twinges from her ass were exciting her, and the table shivered and shook under the assaults of their violent fuck movements on it!
This could not last and it was not long before she felt the hot spurting up inside her as he shot his scum. This extra sensation served as a trigger, and her own orgasm shook her with it's intensity as she seemed to overflow with all her cunt juices.
She fell back on the table, until her shoulders rested against the polished surface, and Frank collapsed on top of her. As her senses returned, she saw the beads of sweat on his brow, and reached up to wipe them off, then ran her fingers through his hair. He relaxed even more, lying there like a sack of grain at peace with the world, and almost glowing in his achievement!
It was several more moments before she felt the prick within her soften, and the muscles of her pussy started to expel it. When the head was disgorged, he pushed against the table, and got up. Violet slid off the table, and walked rather stiffly over to the cocktail cabinet to pour out a couple of reviving drinks for them.
Cigarettes alight, and drinks in hand, they sat on the sofa, and the discussion turned from the wonderful fuck they had just enjoyed, to the subject that seemed to have started it all the smacking of girl's asses! Violet told him of the letter she had spotted in the confession magazine and got it for him to read. He liked it and told her that there were many of Reader's Letters on the subject periodically in many magazines. He told her that he had a complete scrap-book made up of them, and promised to show her it some time.
When she handed him his second drink, he told her that photographs of this sort of thing were very popular in some places, and asked her if she thought that she would be interested in them.
Violet was thrilled, and agreed that she would be very interested. He went over to where he had dumped his jacket, and pulled out his wallet. From a large, fastened compartment at the back, he produced half a dozen pictures post card sized, and highly glossy.
Without another word, he handed them to her. The top one showed a girl in a school uniform bending across a desk, with her panties around her knees, and two dark lines on her bared ass. A cane was poised just above her, and her face was contorted as though yelling. Violet flipped it under the rest, and looked at the next one. This was an outdoor scene, and there were two women. It seemed to be an old one, as they were wearing the sort of clothes that had gone out in the twenties.
In the picture, one of the women had a bundle of three twigs in her hand, and the other one was bending over a low stone wall with her clothes up and her old-fashioned panties pulled apart to show about a half of her ass-cheeks and several lines crisscrossed on the skin.
The third photo was much more up to date and set in what seemed to be a school-room. In the background there was a black-board with the heading "Tenth Grade Brichwell School for Young Ladies" chalked on it. Below this were two girls names. Just in front of the board was a low desk, with a girl bending over it, ass bared. To one side stood a man in gown and Mortar board with a bundle of twigs. Balancing him on the other side of the picture, stood another girl in a candy-striped dress, with a velour 'School hat' on, her hands pressed to her ass, with her skirts bunched up around her hips, and her panties around her knees.
The fourth picture was of the same scene, with the second girl laid over the "Teacher's' lap, and the girl who had been on the receiving end of the punishment in the first picture slapping her upturned ass.
The next one showed a girl in a 'French Maid' costume bent over some banisters, with the 'Mistress' using the handle of a feather duster on the taunt-stretched seat of her pants. The final picture was of a girl bending forwards to rest her hands on a dressing-table, dress up and panties around her thighs, with a doubled belt landing across the plump ass-cheeks, and her face reflected in the triple mirror mouth open in a howl, and eyes screwed up! Violet looked closely at them all again. The final one was definitely the most realistic she could even make out the way the strap was burying into the ass flesh!
When she handed them back, Frank asked her what she thought of them. She told him they were very good especially the last one, and explained why. He grinned, and told her that the reason for the realism of the final shot was that it was real! He then told her that he took some shots of this type of picture, and asked her if she would like to be the model for some.
Violet poured more drinks, and asked him how that could be arranged. He sipped his drink, and told her, "Easy. Just say the word, and I'd be back here in a quarter of an hour with all the necessary equipment, and we could do some tonight!"
Draining her glass, Violet said simply "Yes! I'll wait!" He finished his drink, gave her a kiss, and left. Violet put her panties on again, and poured herself another drink, turning on the television.
Before the program ended, he was back, with a small case. Kissing her, he opened the case and showed her a thirty-five millimeter camera, a small electronic flash gun, and a small tripod which he assembled together, then attached an auto-timer to the shutter. She poured out further drinks while he was setting everything up, and they drank while discussing what sort of pictures to take.
They decided on some informal 'Naughty
Wife Being Spanked' ones. When the glasses were empty, he focused the camera on the armchair, and sat on the arm, taking her over his knee. When he had her panties down, and she knew the pose, he eased her up, and she held her clothes in place while he started the timer running, and slipped back under her. They had plenty of time to get all set before the flash went off, and set up the next one with her bending over the padded arm, and him holding her hairbrush against her ass-cheeks.
It was a thirty-six exposure film, and they stopped several times for a drink and to think of new poses including moving everything into the bedroom for some in there. When they got to the final six poses, Frank reminded her of the last picture of the ones he had showed her, the one of which she liked the realism. She was enthusiastic indeed, all this bending over without a slap being delivered was getting her into a fine state of frustration! It was decided to try some over a straight-backed chair. He put a cushion on it's back to give her a little extra comfort and her buttocks a little extra elevation! The camera set up, and the posture established, they had another drink, and decided what to use as an instrument.
The hairbrush was soon discarded, as being really more suitable for 'over the knee' spanking. Violet went through her husband's pants, and produced a broad leather belt, and when she returned, Frank had found a thin bamboo that supported a potted-plant on the window-sill.
First they tried the belt but it was almost impossible to synchronize the arrival of the strap on it's target with the shutter firing.
Before her ass got too marked by this, Frank decided to try the cane. It wasn't a proper, flexible one but it made her gasp when he whacked her with it and produced some realistic looking lines on the rosy skin. There were two shots left, and they had another drink, finishing the bottle off, and decided to fake them a little.
They took the remaining two pictures with him holding the stick pressed hard into the soft flesh just below the existing lines, and Violet turning her head back registering pained expressions.
Once the last one was shot, and the film wound off, Frank's hand went to her cunt, but Violet was in no hurry this time. "I'm not letting you get away with that! Now that you have got my interest aroused you are going to give me 'six of the best' with that cane before anything else!"
Frank didn't take very much convincing, and soon she was bent over the chair-back again the camera forgotten giving the traditional 'school' dose of the stick!
Jumping and clenching her ass-cheeks at each stroke as it whipped down, Violet gasped and sobbed as he thrashed her and as soon as he was finished, she whirled on him, and got his prick out again, falling on her knees in front of him to get her mouth to it!
Pulling her up to her feet, he turned her around, and smacked those marked cheeks, "Go and get ready! I'll be in, in a moment!" Violet went into the bedroom, and stripped completely. Once he had replaced the stick in the flower-pot, and put the photographic equipment away, Frank followed her, and stepped out of his trousers.
Violet laid on the bed, knees up and well apart while he kicked off his shoes, then climbed up on top of her. At last she felt that hot, hard, blunt prick he had knocking against her cunt-lips, and working into position A thrust and he was half-way in. Before she even got her breath, he thrust again, and buried the length of throbbing, distended cock-flesh up into her hot, wet pussy cavern! '
A short pause, and he fucked her with short, rapid strokes. When she was responding well, and in time with the jerky thrusts, he changed rhythm, and pulled nearly all the way out then drove slowly back up in. Violet gave as ecstatic groan at the sensations this produced, and he gave her half-a-dozen similar thrusts, then yielded to the pressure of his own prick, reverting to the short, rapid strokes of the vigorous fucking he had started with. These soon had their result, and he was cuming up into her quivering, thrilling belly again!
Eventually they broke apart, and he lit two cigarettes for them. When his was finished, he suggested, "I guess I'd better be going!" At first Violet tried to dissuade him, "No, darling. Charles shouldn't be back until tomorrow sometime stay here with me!" He wouldn't, and told her that he had to get home as his landlady was a real monster about the front door. Promising to see her on the Wednesday evening, he slipped into his trousers and shoes, re-fastened his tie, and slipped out as he picked up the camera case.
Violet soon slipped into a deep and dreamless sleep being awakened by the arrival of Charles at four a.m.!
He was hot and horny and ready for a fuck and Violet had no objections. Merely recalling the stimulating beating scenes of the evening, she had no trouble in getting aroused to a pitch of almost sexual frenzy. Charles attributed this to his absence for the last twenty-four hours, and even felt a slight twinge of conscience over his own fuck adventures!
CHAPTER FIVE
Life proceeded at it's old, more leisurely way for a few days, but Violet was getting more out of fucking with her husband, merely having to think back on her exciting experiences in his absence to get herself all hot and excited.
Then, in Wednesday afternoon, when she was trying to think of a good reason for slipping out to meet Frank, Charles called her up. "I'm so sorry, darling. But I've had an urgent summons to London from, you know, the man I got those marvelous orders off at the conference! I'll try to get the night train back but if not I shall be home tomorrow evening!"
Well, she tried to sound disappointed, but it suited her plans all right! She went and bathed, happily planning her evening with Frank!
Charles smiled as he put down the 'phone, he had expected it to be much harder, but had been determined to get away. After all the order was worth over five hundred dollars in profit to him, and there was a lot to be said for a return visit to the girl near the hotel. Perhaps he would try the school uniform this time! His prick started to get hard in his trousers at the very thought!
A taxi got him to the station, and he was on his way. It was a fast train, the equivalent of the express he would have to catch the following day to get home in the early evening, and by eight o'clock he had met his client, and the business had all been attended to, and they were having a drink.
His friend asked him if he would like to come with him as he had an appointment at one of the 'specialized' book-shops. Charles was delighted at the order in his brief case, and game for anything. They went around to the shop in one of the smaller streets of the cosmopolitan area and it had closed! His friend cursed, but decided to give the girl he was with on their last visit another call. He went off to see her, and try to arrange another all-night fuck session, and Charles headed for the district around his hotel.
Calling at his room, he left his brief case there, and went out to use a corner phone-box to make his call, not wishing to use the hotel switch-board, especially as the name he had given the maid was not the one he used at the hotel! The maid remembered the name, and asked him to come right there. He told her he would be there in ten minutes, and walked to his appointment.
When the maid admitted him, he was surprised to find the girl sitting there drinking tea with the maid. She explained that there was no need for the usual precautions with him he was a bona fide client, and asked over her tea-cup, "What do you feel like tonight, darling?"
Charles accepted a cup of tea from the maid, and suggested, "The school uniform!" She agreed, and left him to drink his tea while she got all ready in the other room. Before he had finished the cigarette he was smoking, the buzzer sounded.
When Charles stepped into the other room, he pulled up short in surprise. Even in that short space of time, including getting changed into the school outfit herself, she had effected a transformation! The large picture on one wall had been reversed, to reveal it's back as a blackboard. The small bedside table had been changed to a desk when it's cover was removed, and a high stool from the wardrobe was beside it. A map of the world hung in front of the television and a globe stood on the window-sill.
A black gown lay on the desk, and the shiny yellow cane lay on top of it beside a tasseled mortar-board. The girl stood there in the school uniform with a tie around the neck of her white blouse, and her hair pulled back into two pig-tails! She laughed at his surprise, "What do you think of that for organization, darling?"
He complimented her on it, and she handed him a drink. While he was drinking it, she took some chalk, and drew on the blackboard. His glass emptied, he took up the mortar-board, and slipped the gown over his shoulders. When he saw her drawing on the board, he reached for the cane! She had drawn a childish figure, in cap and gown, with a cane in one hand, and the other in front holding a monstrous caricature of a horny prick! Under it was scrawled in a childish hand, "Teacher says it hurts him more than us!"
She smiled delightedly at his reaction, then hung her head and put on a crestfallen look, turning in her toes, and plucking at her short skirt. "Take that stool out into the middle of the classroom!" he ordered, and she obeyed, biting her lower lip.
He flexed the supple length of the cane between his hands as he ordered, "Now you can just get your panties down and bend over there! We'll see who this hurts, my girl! You are going to get six stingers! And you'll feel them!"
She contrived a miserable sniffle as she stepped up to the stool and gathered up the short tunic and peeled down a pair of navy-blue panties.
"Right down!" She pushed them right down to hang around her knees, then bent forwards over the tall stool.
Charles went over to her, and pushed the bunched uniform well back, to expose her from waist to knees, his hands suddenly clammy, and trembling. Stepping back, he laid the slim stick against the most outthrust part of those twin snowy mounds of flesh, then drew it back.
The cane arced through the air with a cringing swish, and thwacked across the upturned ass, burying into it's softness, and springing back-leaving a whiter line on it's pale surface that slowly turned pink, then darkened to a hard red line as the girl's thigh muscles tensed, and a gasped 'oouch!' came from her.
Carefully, he positioned the rod an inch lower, and drew it back again.
"Swissshh Twack!"
"yo-ow Ooch!"
Then as he repositioned the cane to aim the third stroke a little higher than the twin glowing lines raised on her ass, "Oh! Sir! I'm ever so sorry! I'll never, ever do it again! Oh! It does sting so! Ooh! My poor assie!"
He schooled the excited tremor out of his voice, and told her coldly, "It is intended to hurt! That is what you need! A good sore ass! I shall teach you not to mock your masters and stop this filthy preoccupation with men's pricks!"
"SSSWish! Thwack!! Yaroo-oh!" The fourth and fifth followed quickly, and she was squirming and writhing on the stool, the assaulted flesh jiggling and jerking!
Charles paused, and when she had at least partially recovered her composure, placed the supple stick against the tops of her thighs, just below the junction of her ass-cheeks. He couldn't resist the temptation, and with one hand, he opened his fly, and pulled out his erect and throbbing prick. He whipped the final stroke onto this tender spot.
She almost screamed, and clutched at the burning flesh. Rather stiffly, she climbed up off the stool. When her scarlet face turned towards him, her tear-filled eyes widened, then she broke into unrestrainable laughter, gasping, "See! I knew it was hurting you! It was well worth every stroke just to see your cockie like that!"
Still gingerly rubbing her tender ass with one hand, she got rid of the hampering navy-blue panties, and came over to him.
He dropped the cane, and his other hand reached out to feel her cunt. One of her hands replaced his on his rampant fuck-pole, and he slipped his freed one around to gently feel along the hard, hot ridges of her welts. It was not long before she had him on the bed, and was climbing on top of him!
As she fucked on him, his hands were busily fondling her marked ass-cheeks, and as she screamed out her crisis just as he felt himself to be ready to shoot his sperm she moaned, "Oh! Darling! Squeeze my ass-cheeks. I want to feel the effect of your thrashing!" He squeezed the tender flesh, and she cried out and shot more cum over his spurting cock!
She cleaned him up, and gave him a new drink, leaving him there to recuperate while she re-converted the place, and changed into a frilly nylon housecoat. When he was partially recovered he realized that the livid stripes showing through the almost transparent nylon might be a deterrent to her business that night. He apologized, "Oh! I'm sorry you must let me pay you some extra money! Those marks will be a nuisance for you!"
She smiled, then came over and kissed him on the lips, "Oh, no! I don't mind at all actually they will earn me money from a man I expect in half an hour. All he wants is for me to play with him and tell him 'spanking' stories, with extra money for posing as if I was being beaten. Seeing these welts and being allowed to 'kiss them better' will be worth an extra fifty for sure!"
A further kiss, and she told him, "I think you can have this visit free on the strength of that! Apart from all else I enjoyed it! You made me 'cum'! "
She was adamant to all his arguments, and he knelt behind her, lifted the flimsy nylon, and 'kissed them better' himself before leaving her room. She had told the maid over her intercom system not to charge him, but he insisted on dropping the maid a ten-dollar tip, and went off to his hotel.
He had a wonderfully dreamless night, and overslept despite being called with tea. He just drank it, and turned over to relive the preceding evening over again! That ruled out the early train, and after a leisurely lunch, he took a stroll while waiting for his train.
In the course of his wanderings, he found himself outside the shop his friend had been going to last night. He went in, and chatted to the man behind the counter. Satisfied as to his genuiness, the man invited him inside. He was amazed at the size and quality of the stock that he saw it was a far cry from the few postcards and dar-cared books he had seen many years ago!
When he looked through a long box full of sets of postcards, he found that many of them were 'spanking' ones. His prick aroused and rising in his trousers, he got rather embarrassed, and picked up a couple of set hurriedly, paid for them, slipped them into his inside pocket, then left the shop.
Going to a pub, he had a drink, then got a taxi to the station. There was nowhere where he could open the pictures and examine them without fear of observation, and he was on tenterhooks wanting to get a good look! At last his train arrived and he got a compartment to himself!
Once they had pulled out of the station, and there was no chance of anyone coming into his compartment, he took them out, and opened the transparent jackets. His fingers were in a dither, and he tore the cellophane. The first set were all apparently in a school-room, and they recalled last night so poignantly that he had a hand in his pocket nursing his aroused cock as he looked through them, studying everything closely. They were good, and the only detail he could detect out of character with the apparent ages, etc., was one of the schoolgirls wearing a wedding ring!
Aroused, he opened the second packet. There was something very familiar about the top picture although the girl's face as the cane bit into her ass was too contorted to recognize. When he turned to the second one-realization dawned! It was Violet! His wife! And their own apartment!
At first he saw red mist over everything but this anger died down, and he realized the implications. He almost had to laugh! Here he was returning from a 'dirty' business trip having paid a girl to let him tan her and all the time his wife was letting others whip her for 'kicks'! It was rather funny! But now he knew! The anger returned in a modified form. Just wait until he got home and confronted her with these! She wouldn't sit down in comfort for days! His mind turned to practical details, what could he use? If only he had that cane he had used last night!
The rest of the journey he spend in planning and playing with his aroused prick at the thoughts of what he was going to do! If the train was not late he might catch that saddler's ship just outside the station, and find something suitable there.
The train was even ten minutes early, and he handed in his ticket quickly, making straight for the shop. He was in luck they had not closed yet, and there were no other customers in. He looked over the riding crops, and almost decided to take one very slender switch of whale-bone bound in plaited leather. Then the oldish man in the shop, asked him, "Er would you be interested in something for the correction of an older child?"
Charles made up some lame story of having to shop for an older sister with a fifteen-year-old-tear away offspring. The man accepted it with a quiet smile, and no comment, then took out a drawer and placed it on the counter. It was full of straps of all lengths and thicknesses, some with the ends divided into 'fingers', and with cord-bound 'handles'.
He finally selected one some twenty inches long, an inch and a half wide, and a good eighth of an inch thick, with it's 'business' end slit into three 'tails' eight inches long. That should teach her a lesson! He paid five dollars and the man wrapped it up into a parcel that neatly fitted into his briefcase, and locked up the shop as he left.
CHAPTER SIX
Charles safely on his train, Violet was humming a catchy little tune she'd heard on the radio just before going out. She swung along the road to the pub in which she was to meet Frank.
She was wearing a 'pinafore' dress in dark blue over a narrow striped blouse, that she always thought made her look young conveying a hint of 'school-Uniform' in it's lines and coloring. She thought that Frank would be sure to like it, and when she arrived at the pub, she was not disappointed.
He was waiting, and his eyes lit up as they took in her outfit. He greeted her with enthusiasm. ordering drinks, and taking her to a discreet corner table where they wouldn't be overheard, or looked at. Almost as soon as she had taken a sip of her drink, she asked how the photographs had come out. He smiled, and assured her that they had all been highly successful, excepting the ones where he had tried to judge the moment of the flash when using the strap.
She wanted to see them, but he looked around, and decided that it wasn't safe enough. Violet was too curious to be very cautious, and pleaded for a quick glance. He remained adamant, and she suggested, "Well, let's go around to my place at least we'd be safe from observation there!" He agreed, and after one more drink, they left the pub, and walked to his car. He soon drove her home, and when locking the car up, while she unlocked the front door, he took the same small case out of the trunk that he had brought around when he took the pictures.
Once in the apartment, he dropped the case into a soft chair, and grabbed her, kissing her soundly, and leaving her almost breathless. She got drinks for them, and sat on the sofa. He opened the case, and took out a folder which he passed to her. The photographs it contained were large 'cabinet' sized ones, and she looked through them, her nipples hardening at the memories they evoked.
They had been well printed, and from negatives that were obviously pin-sharp. Especially the last ones with the bamboo stick, they were terribly realistic. She was sure that no one would recognize her face from the expression on it but some of the others 'were unmistakably of her! The furniture was also fairly easily identifiable if you knew it.
The sight of them was getting her really hot, and she snuggled her trim ass-cheeks against the cushions as she felt her cunt getting aroused and moist! "Christ! She'd have to get him hot and excited too!"
He drew her attention to the last ones, and asked her what she thought. She complimented him on the realism of them, and he complimented her on the expressions she had managed to produce!
His arm was around her, and his hand strayed to one titty. When he found the nipple so tense and erect, his other hand strayed onto her lap, her knee, and started to ride back up over the taut-stretched nylon, carrying the skirt of her dress with it.
As the tops of her nylons came into sight, and his hand met bare skin, Violet turned her head, and her mouth hungrily imprisoned his, her tongue darting in between his teeth as they parted to tease his. His arms shifted, tightened, and he lifted her bodily onto his lap, her skirt getting pushed up around her hips. The feel of the serge of his trousers against her bare thighs and the warmth striking through her twin nylon panties to her eager ass got her further aroused, and by the time his hand came up to the crotch of her panties, she was soaking wet!
Her hand descended between her thigh and his tummy, feeling for and fondling the hardening prick inside his trousers, "Oh! I want it! Give it to me!" She was demanding in a hoarse, passion-filled whisper. He tried to sound innocent and asked, "What, darling? A smacked ass?"
She gasped in his ear, "Of course if you want so long as I have this up in me!" Her fingers tightened around his prick in unmistakable identification. "Tell me what you want!"
"I want my ass smacked and I want your prick up my cunt!" She moaned. "In which order?" He asked, prolonging her torment of desire.
She cried out, "Oh! Fuck! Either! I don't care! But do something! Quickly!" Then her mouth was on his again, demanding, and her teeth slowly nipped the fullness of his lower lip! So sharply as to make him gasp with the fiery sting!
Breaking free, he threw her over, "That settles it! You vicious little bitch!" his fingers were in the elastic, tearing her panties down, then his palm descended with a resounding report that drew a squeal of shock and pain from her. "Yow! OO-Oh!" Whap! Splatt! Crack! Slap! his hand rose and fell, and she squirmed in a delirium of ecstatic pain and sexual thrills. The exposed skin flushed, reddened, and the muscles quivered, making it seem as though her ass had a life of it's own.
The screams and yells stopped, and he was jerking the panties right off, and laying her along the cushioned surface. Panting with her aroused desires, she spread her thighs to receive him, and groaned with delight as he drove his hard, thick prick up into her wet, hot pussy. "Oh! Heaven! Oh! More' Ram it up! Fuck the ass off me!"
He responded to these pleas with vigorous valor, driving in and out, his balls swinging and following through to bump against the junction of her ass-cheeks! In a welter of groans and moans, with her belly heaving and switching beneath his cock assaults, she lurched up to meet them. It was a short but very intense jacking and it was only a matter of minutes before he was shooting his load up into her frantically sucking cunt!
He fell off her, and sprawled beside her, gasping and panting from his concentrated efforts. Slowly they recovered. Violet got up and went over to the cocktail cabinet to get fresh drinks. Frank admired the crimson cheeks of her ass bobbling as she walked, and asked, "How does your assie feel now, darling?" She grinned as she assured him, "Hot and tender but very thrilling!"
He smiled back at her over the rim of his glass. "It would look fine in a color snap! I've got some self-process color film in my bag, do you think we should try some more pictures?"
The suggestion intrigued Violet, she stood up, and craned her neck to look at her rosily glowing cheeks. The thought of being put over his knee again had it's attraction and she was remembering the way it got his pecker hard enough for another fuck the last time they took pictures!
She agreed readily to the suggestion and they slipped their drinks, and planned the shots out. In view of the state of her ass, it was obviously the best thing to use ordinary or with a hairbrush or slipper spanking shots one of strap marks would hardly show up to advantage on such a ruddy background. They ended up with the camera set up in the living room, taking several of each, hand-slipper and brush-back, over his knees with him on a straight backed chair, and on the arm of an armchair. There were two more exposures left, and those they shot with her tucked under his arm and being slippered.
By the time they finally finished the film, his cock was half-hard again but he put her off, telling her he had an important appointment for later that evening but he would process the film that night, and if she would like to see the results, he would give her a ring the next morning and they would see if a "meeting" could be arranged.
Violet was slightly dissatisfied, but she had not done too badly for that evening! She slept well enough, and Charles didn't arrive, so she thought it safe to invite Frank around for a quick visit when he rang the following morning, full of excitement over the 'color balance'.
She didn't know what that meant but took it that the pictures were successful. He arrived at four, with a fairly large case. This he told her was a slide projector as the pictures were transparencies but with this she would see them full size on the wall.
By the time she had poured out his welcoming drink, he had the apparatus set up to face a pale, plain wall, and drew the curtains.
His projector had a cable control on it, and he led this to the sofa, and sat there with her in the semi-dark. Several passionate kisses and minutes later, she asked about the pictures, and he pressed the switch. A three-foot square of white light appeared on the wall, and he made the first slide move into place. A quick twist on the focusing knob and there she was on the wall over his knee bared ass a rosy red, and his hand raised as though to smack down again onto it!
She was delighted, and he ran quickly through the twenty slides, then started to go through them again more slowly, one at a time, and discussing them with her. She knew that she was getting all worked up again, and put an exploratory hand onto his prick it was hard as a rock!
A rapid fumble and a frantic tugging, and she had it out. His hand was soon up her clothes, and tugging down the front of the elastic of her panties to get at her wet cunt!
It was not long before she was laid on the sofa, her panties discarded somewhere, and he was mounting for his favorite ride! Although her ass had remained unsmacked for twenty hours, she fucked like a demon looking at the color picture of herself over his lap on the wall over his heaving shoulder!
This was a long but thrilling fuck they seemed to go on and on. His prick growing ever stronger and bigger, her loins heaving and thrusting up to receive the maximum from each of the fuck strokes. Soaking with perspiration, they finally shot their juices, and collapsed together.
Violet knew he was recovering when he reached down and pressed the button to change the slide not wanting the new transparencies to get too hot! She made no comment, for she found the following picture a fascinating one, with herself under his arm and the slipper in contact with her glowing ass her face just showing around the holding arm with an expression of realistic suffering on it!
He had fastened up his trousers, and she sat up and tidied herself up as he brought drinks over. Then the door opened, and Charles stood there holding his briefcase in one hand, his keys in the other!
There was a-shocked silence, and slowly Charles eyes accustomed themselves to the semi-darkness, and saw them the glasses and Vi's panties in a little heap on the carpet. His eyes turned to the wall, and studied the picture. An idea ran through his mind he didn't have to let Violet know he had bought pictures to find out what she had been doing! His first flare of fury at this man died down his attention was on his errant wife! Frank sensed this, and relaxed.
"So! This is what you have been up to!" He snapped. "And what about a drink for the head of the house?" Violet scrambled up from the sofa and poured him a large scotch. Frank was going over to open the curtains after all if it all went badly it was a ground-floor apartment!
"No! Leave them! Let's see the rest of these educational pictures!" He went back and worked the projector control until Charles had seen all the slides. By then he knew that there was a change he could tell even in the dimness that they were exciting the girl's husband!
When the machine was switched off, it was Charles who opened the curtains. Violet saw her panties on the floor, and tried to scuff them out of sight under the sofa. Charles stopped her, "I've already seen them, my dear! As you are not wearing them, and seem to enjoy displaying your bare ass let's all have a good look at it!"
Biting her lip, and flushing faintly, Violet gathered up her skirts and turned her back. Charles looked hard, 'Hm! It seems as if you have not had any 'massage' today I'll take care of that for you my girl! And you young man!" Frank was on his toes ready to make a break. "You can go and get your camera and record how an irate husband really deals with an erring wife!"
Frank needed no second bidding, and was out of the apartment in a matter of seconds! Charles held out his glass to his wife. "Refill this and draw the curtains! I think we'll have a private screening while we wait. You had better pour one out for yourself you will most-likely need it before this evening is over!"
He ran through the twenty slides again, then put on the lights. From his briefcase, he extracted the strap. Violet's eyes went wide as she saw it, and her hands went to the seat of her skirt.
"Yes I'm all prepared for you! This will make you dance!"
As he sipped his drink, he informed her, "From what I saw of the pictures you have only 'played around' with this whipping scene so far! Tonight I am going to see that you experience a real flagellation!"
Violet felt a chill run down her spine at his words but still it was accompanied by a peculiar sexual thrill. She wondered if the sex-stimulation would help her stand up to the flogging he promised or whether it would materialize later!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Within half an hour, Frank returned, with his carrying case full of equipment. Charles turned to his wife, "Pour your friend a drink then strip!"
Violet flushed, and her hand trembled, making the neck of the bottle ring against the glass she was pouring into. She slowly stripped.
Charles gave him a thin smile, "I am just going to give this wayward wife of mine a great good thrashing she won't forget in a hurry! I'd suggest you work with the flash and camera hand-held when you see your shot!"
As Frank was getting his equipment all ready, he turned to Violet, "Right, my girl! For a start you can lie on that sofa face down!"
Violet moved slowly to the sofa, and laid down as directed, Charles looked her over in this position, then made her lift her hips up while he slipped a couple of cushions under them to raise her ass-cheeks more.
By this time, Frank was ready, and Charles took off his jacket, rolled up his right sleeve, and took up the strap!
Aiming at the upturned ass, he swung the tails of the strap down with a whistle through the air, to crack meatily upon it! Violet's feet kicked, and her back arched as the heavy strap drove it's message of pain home through her loins. As her body slackened, he swung the strap again. He flogged steadily, pausing until her muscles relaxed between each stroke so that she would get the full benefit of each one. After eight whacks, her whole ass was a ruddy glow, with slightly bluish bruises on the flanks where the tips had struck the hardest!
Frank was firing the camera off as fast as it recharged itself, and at this point, Charles switched his aim, and brought the three tongues of the punishing strap down across the tender backs of his wife's thighs! Violet screamed and jerked madly-but he pinned her down with his free hand, and beat away until the twin, curved columns of plump flesh were glowing all the way from her throbbing ass to the tops of her nylons.
Frank ran out of film, and had to stop to reload. Charles took a breather, and allowed a slight breather to his sobbing wife. When Frank was ready again, Charles examined the bruised and swollen flesh. He made a decision, and with a quick jerk, turned her completely over.
'Crack!! ' "Yar OOOhh!" The thongs lashed across the perfect whiteness of his wife's soft belly! Her hands shot over to protect her tender flesh, and he grabbed both wrists with his free hand, and jerked them up over her head. She screamed afresh, and her body arched in her agony as he brought the cruel whip down so that the separate tails lashed onto her softly swelling titty! Despite her agony the nipple shot up from the reddening skin like a tiny prick!
The next short stroke treated the other tit in the same manner and her body arced up again. He directed the blows lower, and once more struck across the soft skin of her belly, the 'fingers' striking down to land amongst the short, curly, pubic hairs! Her scream of agony inspired him, and he dropped the strap. Whipping off his tie, he pinned her wrists with it, then re-possessed himself of the strap, and took hold of one leg.
Pulling up sharply, he got her leg up in the air, revealing her crotch, stretched wide, the pink, pouting lips of her aroused cunt slightly parted, and inviting caresses. Instead of caresses, he gave it a full-blooded swipe with the tailed strap! Violet screeched and writhed on the sofa to no avail another of the terrible lashes arrived!
Her body thrashed about on the sofa and she sobbed violently in between screams. All the skin was rosy red, and the cunt lips were swollen and almost purple! Again he lashed the cruel leather down onto her burning flesh, and Violet was near to fainting from the pain that was tearing through her lower belly!
Charles paused, and looked closely at the cunt he was flogging. A trace of moisture was liming it's lips! Two more vicious cuts, and although she was still conscious, and giving screeches at each blow Violet's eyes had rolled up to show mainly the whites! By now there was a whitish froth showing between the parted lips, and a slimy trickle running down towards her ass-hold!
Her husband knew that she had 'cum' under the lashes! Knowing that his work was done on her pussy, he gripped her, and lifted her bodily from the sofa, throwing her, face-down again over it's padded arm. Again and again his arm swept up and down, flailing the inflamed and swollen globes of her ass-cheeks until the whole surface of her twin mounds of flesh was bluish with bruising! "That will remind her of this thrashing whenever she sits down this week!" He remarked to Frank with satisfaction.
Frank had finished the other film, and had his prick out jerking away at it! "Go on! Man! Fuck her now! She'll never forget it!"
Charles ripped open his trousers, and his prick fairly leaped out stood up like a huge truncheon, with the head glowing almost as redly as his wife's strapped thighs! Getting in behind her, he presented it to the slimy cunt-hole and thrust forwards. At the mere touch, Violet seemed to forget all her agony, and fairly thrust the bruised lips back at him the first half of it's rigid, swollen cock-shaft being taken in before he shoved again!
As he drove right home, the heat of her bruised ass-cheeks, almost burned his thighs and this set him going even more! In his excited state, it only took about twenty thrusts to made him cum but even in this short fuck he felt her cunt contract and work frantically as she shot off her orgasm two times.
Thus, in only one short week, Violet learned all about the masochistic streak in her nature from smacking her own ass-cheeks while playing with herself to being flogged half-way to unconsciousness! As her husband drew his cock, all slimy with 'cum' from her throbbing pussy, Frank shot his sperm all over the carpet with a yell of delight!
When they had partially recovered their breaths, Frank and her husband carried Violet into the bedroom, and gently placed her bruised body on top of the coverlet then went back into the living-room for another drink to revive them while she attempted to soothe her sores with cold-cream.
It took her all of three days to lose the stiffness from this whipping and they stuck to more normal punishments for their sport for quite a while! Nevertheless, in her dreams, Violet often re-lived those minutes of agony when Charles really 'whipped the devil out of her'!
Whenever this happened, she woke him up and they really fucked themselves silly for the rest of the night.
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
The motor purred to a stop and I turned off the ignition, happy to be back at the hotel at last. It had been a long day at the conference, and the dossier I picked up from the seat next me held the minutes and information that I needed to study all factors of the operation in which we, The International Narcotics Prevention Squad, were about to bring off in an attempt to stem at least seventy-five per cent of the world's illicit drug trade. My name, Jenny Matthews. I am 21 years old, a true blonde and a figure of a Bunny girl. I had to take the part of a Bunny once in a "particular operation that the department was operating at that time. Now, I was in Geneva, the Headquarters of INP, and I had been warned that I was going to have quite a part to play in the next stop of Operation 'Clear Up'.
I studied the documents in the dossier as I lay between the sheets and sometimes my brain was truly amazed at the wealth of information we had gathered on 'the other side'; I knew that a number of agents had risked and lost their lives in getting this covert knowledge, but at least we were winning and now, the last of the dope peddlars were soon to be brought to justice.
The Mediterranean lay nearly a thousand feet beneath my present elevation, I gunned the car around yet another hairpin bend and was grateful for the cool atmosphere; down there on the shore the temperature had been so clammy and hot, up here it was nature's own cooling system going to work and the convertible coupe was singing like a bird. I had received my orders only that morning, and here I was, specially prepared passport that showed my right name but also showing me as a Mrs. instead of Miss, and enough tourists papers in my bag to show me as an American on tour, a pending divorce and me out here to get away from a nasty husband. I was to run out of money at a selected hotel and then run the game from there. I had been selected from other girls because, the Chief said, I was the most attractive. It was necessary for a certain amount of sex appeal in this venture and he felt that I had plenty of it!! I was wearing a loose halter and a bikini ... nothing more except for shoes, and I felt great.
The Hotel Aldrino was the most exclusive in the Range of hills. It's front driveway could park a thousand cars. It loomed skywards and yet the back of the hotel rested on the very mountain precipice, if one stepped off the balcony at the rear they would touch nothing until landing some two thousand feet below!! I pulled a sheepskin coat about my shoulders and waited as the page collected my baggage, the ignition key I gave to a porter and he parked the Jag.
It was suspected that from his Hotel, quite a number of operators for the Peddlers operated, and I was to furrow them out. It's surprising what you can learn from a few evenings in a hotel lobby.
I sifted out all the chit chat, asked questions discreetly and by the third evening, I knew the residents who stayed all the time, those who visited for their annual vacation, those who came and went irregularly, all important points, and so my own private dossier took shape. My biggest informant was an Amazon of a woman called Gloria Snelding. Everything about her was big, and yet it suited her. She was obviously very wealthy; the employees at the Hotel doted over her and so did the men visitors. I think, without exception, every man who came, ended up courting her. Her charm was perfect and her body matched. We struck up a friendship easily, and she told me all about the hotel and it's occupants in hours of gossip ... useful gossip as far as I was concerned. The part of my operation in which I was to run out of cash was changed. I had a check from the Treasury department, neatly disguised, and instructed to follow up the lovely Gloria herself. I was a little surprised at this. I didn't think that the peddlers had a woman ruling the roost here, but the more I thought of it, the more-likely it seemed. Who could possibly suspect her ... and yet what a wonderful way to get all the men to see her. How could one suspect any man who tried to make a pass at a lovely woman?? She said she was going out in a senior somebody's yacht, would I like to go? I begged off, feigning a headache. It was a golden opportunity. As I watched her step into a Rolls Royce, I knew she would be away for some time. I would have to get into her suite and search it thoroughly.
The master keys supplied by my H.Q. easily worked the locks of Gloria's room. I closed the door quietly behind me and looked around the lavishly decorated suite. If nothing else, Gloria believed in luxury and I started a methodical search of all the drawers, carefully replacing the clothing and articles that were in them. I went into her large living room and looked through her bureau, but nothing worthwhile showed up here either. Looking behind the pictures for any safes that she might have, I spotted the thin wire that led from a small button arrangement. Her place was bugged!! ! I shook my head, confused, and then went into the bedroom and in her table-drawer found a revolver, and a package of envelopes and papers. As I was returning the packet beneath the revolver, I spotted a very slight discoloration of the wood. I thumbed it hard and from the side of the drawer, another leaf came out and I hastily extracted the papers and read through them. Gloria was involved alright, she was the top contact here. All this should have been commonplace to me, yet I trembled slightly as I packaged the information back into the secret compartment and pressed it home with a click. I thought I heard a rustle come from the other room, and stepped lightly to the door and hid on the side of the hinges. The door knob turned slowly, I had been right ... someone was coming through. The door opened slowly and I saw a gloved hand holding a revolver come through ... this was followed by an arm and then the door opened wider. I saw the man walk in and then I chopped him hard on the base of his neck. He grunted and slid to the floor. I stepped out from the door and leaned over him ... then somebody lowered the boom. It went very, very dark and I felt that I was falling thousands of feet!
CHAPTER TWO
The various pains that shot through my whole body as I recovered consciousness were like knives, and I opened my eyes slowly, almost praying for the relief of the sleep that I had just emerged from. The room in which I was tied up was black as night and I could see nothing whatsoever. I tried to move my aching arms and slowly realized that all my limbs were tied to some frame similar to a crucifix! My arms were stretched out from my body and pulled backwards and this caused the ache in my shoulders and chest. I felt with each passing moment more able to assess my position. The whole of my body was like an Archer's bow, stretched on this infernal frame, my knees and ankles tied to the woodwork as were my elbows and wrists. I tried to turn my head and felt the jarring restriction of a collar which too was attached to the framework. I knew I was still dressed as a small rivulet of perspiration ran down my face and dropped onto my collar. As I was trying to collect my thoughts, the room was suddenly illuminated with bright lights. I closed my eyes and screwed up my face. A door was being opened and a person or persons approaching the post on which the crucifix-framework was standing. I was in an upright position, and slowly I re-opened my eyes and saw a gorilla of a man, stupid expression on his face standing cow-like beside Gloria. I was not surprised to see her!!
Ah ... so the Sleeping Beauty awakes" she smiled.
"What am I doing here?" I asked weakly.
"I'll ask the questions, she said, "what were you doing in my bedroom?" she wanted to know.
I was stumped for a reply. I had had no chance to work out an excuse; I did know that my position at the moment was very precarious to say the least. I stiffened as Gloria placed her hand on my tied knees and slowly slipped her hand up the nylon covering my thighs. She let her hand run up to my panties, over the expanse of flesh and I tried to struggle. My legs had been secured wide apart and right then my cunt area was wide apart!
"What were you doing in my room? I'll let Willy play games," she threatened. Willy drooled stupidly.
"I ... I can't say," I told her through gritted teeth.
"Then I'll tell you ... you are a narcotics agent," she smiled evilly, and I shivered. She slipped her hands under my panties and covered the mossy pubic hair. I ached to struggle away.
"Nice ... very nice," she sighed softly.
"Please don't do that," I begged weakly.
"Willy" she snapped at the hoodlum, "get her ready. No touching remember"
Gloria left me with the brute of a man. He grinned like a Cheshire cat and his hands came up to my blouse. With no effort, I was stripped of it and I screamed frantically. He hooked a finger into my wispy bra and as it stretched away from my body, the bridge between my tits shred under protest. He stood gazing at the pure white titties thrusting towards him, and I felt tears of anger, frustration and raging humiliation rush to my eyes. As he played with the zipper of my skirt, I really did scream, but when the zipper came to rest at the bottom of the run, Willy grabbed the skirt in both hands and ripped it down to the hem and threw it from him. My head was going dizzy by this time and his hands, surprisingly gentle ran my girdle and stockings down to my ankles. They, too, shred and left me.
"Willy ... no Willy ... Please" I implored him as his hands went to the waist bands of my panties. He smiled benevolently and I felt my panty covering jerk away. I was stripped completely. Willy stood back and looked at my open body, his hands started to come up to my tits, but he remembered her last instructions, and reluctantly he turned away and left my nakedness to my own shame.
I was alone once he had left me and tried to wriggle, but it was absolutely useless. I had been discovered and had no doubts that soon my mutilated body would be washed ashore on some sandy beach. At least this answered the question of how several of our agents had been found, their bodies completely nude and their limbs dismembered. When arms and legs had been found, the disfiguration had been horrible. I prayed fervently. Then Gloria returned with her gorilla body guard. Her eyes danced as she looked over my body, her hands touched me under the arm pits and drew my titties close together. She had a strange manner with those hands and I found myself biting my bottom lip as she squeezed my breasts slowly and fully. She held my nipples and pulled them from my body. As she shook my breasts I gasped, then her one finger traced a line down to my fair-haired cunt and she pushed my twat lips apart as she traveled the whole of my slit.
"Pleeeeeease" I said in a whimper.
"You'd prefer Willy?" she asked sarcastically. The big gorilla's eyes lit up with anticipation.
"Do you?" she repeated as her finger jammed into my vagina.
"No" I gasped out angrily as she massaged my pussy.
"Then be quiet ... and be grateful ... if you object again I'll have to take a stick to you". I knew they were only playing a cruel game and I clenched my teeth tight as she played with my body. At last she finished and went to a chair, sat down, and lit a cigarette and studied my manacled form.
"You are at my hideout" she started, "how long before I pass you over to Willy to play with depends on yourself. Personally, I find you very attractive, and I am in no hurry to hear you scream as Willy plays his little games with you. Willy loves to hear girls scream. He used matches and nasty knives and things on naked women. However, he knows that I am in charge here and he will obey me implicitly, so do not worry. As I was saying, you can extend your life for quite a little time maybe a year or more by becoming my personal slave. That isn't as bad as it sounds; you will try to escape I knew you will, but please be advised that this hideout is impregnable. It's like a modern science museum. You'll be surprised at the things we have here. It is an Industrialists Paradise. Automation is kid's stuff in comparison to what I store, and just for the asking, I am willing that as my ... shall we say ... playmate ... my toy, if you like to keep you alive. I really do like you very much. I am a Lesbian Queen," she said proudly, "and I want you as a very special subject of mine."
I could hardly believe my ears of all that she had said; one thing stuck in my mind, I was given a chance to live, and a live agent is always useful.
"Do I have any choice?" I asked, resignedly.
"Certainly ... you can be dead by tomorrow," she said.
"I have no choice." I assured her.
"Good ... untie her Willy."
He was obviously disappointed at being done out of a new toy to play with, but I knew that Gloria could be a terror, Lesbian or not. She helped me to massage my aching arms and legs until life started to flow back along my limbs. She told him to get me a suit of clothing and it turned out to be a one piece trouser suit. I hurriedly put it on, she smiling as I pulled the garment around my shoulders. My ass was still uncovered, the suit was minus the buttocks part, and my nipples jutted through two holes in the upper part, but for all that, the garment fitted like a second skin and I felt more embarrassed at what was showing through than when I was stark naked.
Gloria studied me from all angles and made me touch my toes. My ass protruded beautifully.
"That's very good." she laughed as her hand ran across my ass-cheeks. I resisted the temptation to stand upright. I had to admit she had a feather touch, the sort that any woman-likes to feel arousing her and I told myself to take things easy. I didn't want to end up enjoying this perversion!
"Come along Jenny." she called and I walked from the cell with her.
The residence was like something out of the world of science fiction. Gloria had three other girls to play with, and it was from these that I learned of the Amazon's secret pleasures. One of the girl's, Terry, told me that she was paying off a debt to Gloria for some petty crime she had committed in the past, Gloria had found out about it and the girl's submission was the price for Gloria's silence.
"I was far from Lesbian." Terry told me, "yet after two weeks here I ached for Gloria to have me in bed and that's the truth." She sipped her coffee thoughtfully, her eyes sparkling. I shivered. I recalled the feather touch of Gloria as she had stroked my bent ass, the small traces of thrills I had felt! my sister tried to kill herself and me along
"She's a bitch sometimes," Terry added, "when she has the devil in her, Gloria can be a lusty pit. She'll have you screaming just for the sheer pleasure of power over you...." She pulled her blouse down and I winced as I saw the small marks on her lovely titties.
"See those? Gloria in one of her 'playful' moods put them there; she tied me down so that I couldn't move an inch and did that with a fine leather strap. God it was awful, and I begged her to beat me somewhere else ... she did...." Terry dropped her panties. I gasped. Across her ass-cheeks were dozens of faint lines. "My ass felt the sting of those, and she kept it up until the fire in my buttocks caused me to have an orgasm. Silly isn't it, yet it was the strangest experience of my life." she sighed.
She warned me that Gloria could be the most living person when she wished, but I had to be careful not to offend her or else she would treat me like a dog. And her training methods were not too sweet. It was the last word in humiliation and degrading of a human body.
"She'll try you out before long. She'll have you forgetting that you are a dignified human being. You'll have no dignity left when Gloria is finished," she said it kindly without intent to scare me, I think it was a warning to prevent me from causing myself more hurt than necessary.
"Don't forget, she is no respecter of person. She'll humiliate you in front of others, purposely to see you squirm."
I wasn't looking forward to this one bit!!
That afternoon, I was shown into Gloria's private study. The carpets were so thick, and the furniture a masterpiece of luxury. In one corner I saw a reminder that she could have me bound at any time; there was a tubular framework bed with wheels and straps running along the side.
"Come in Jenny," she invited from her laying position on the deep seated couch. I approached her as pins and needles of nerves pricked my skin. My nipples protruded through the small holes in the one piece suit and I felt the cloth gripping the sides of my ass as it protruded through the large hole.
"Lay here on the carpet," she pointed with her foot to a spot immediately beneath her. Trembling slightly, I stretched my body along the floor. The skin tight suit pulled in at my cunt.
"Turn over," she directed.
I lay tummy down, my ass feeling as big as a house. She leaned forward as she lay along the couch and again patted my ass. I was told to relax with a reminding slap. Her fingers caressed my backside casually. I felt the long zipper that ran the length of my back zip open. The suit slackened and I knew my back was on exhibition. Her finger ran the length of my spine and then along the groove of my buttocks. I felt her touching my ass-hole and it was difficult not to clench my buttocks together.
"Take it off," she said simply. I hated the idea of another woman scrutinizing my naked body. It made me feel so embarrassed. She'd know exactly where to touch me, she'd know exactly what would cause me pleasure and also what would cause me physical discomfort. Because of the awful threat she had over me, I was unable to do a thing about it. I must find a way of escape. I stood before her, my hands covering my cunt hair shyly. She smiled but I could see the evil pleasure she felt.
"Come and kneel here," she smiled.
Awkwardly I knelt down, and she sat on the sofa. My back was against her legs as I knelt to one side of her. She pulled my head back so that I was looking up at the ceiling, then she told me to place myself across her lap, but to remain kneeling. My back was over her knees now, and she made me place my hands over my head. She had my proud tits before her.
"Now Jenny, ask me to play with your tits," she said.
"I ... I ... can't," I wailed.
"Oh but you can," she said through gritted teeth. She grabbed my titties in both hands and squeezed them spitefully, I started to rise in protest but she held me down easily. My pleas and struggles went unheeded and soon my breasts were red with handling. With ease, she lifted my body still further across her lap until my cunt was uppermost and as she held me down with one hand, she caressed the center of my legs with the other! Cruelly she delved into my cunt lips until I responded to her hard caressing fingers and then I was squirming as my head became dizzy with frustrated thoughts.
I arched and bucked about on her lap, determined not to give way to the sensuous touch, but as she released the coarseness of the caress, her hand gradually becoming softer and gentle, so I quietened down and lay relaxed, eyes closed feeling the warmth spreading throughout my belly. Her fingers gently plucked at my stiffened clitoris and eventually I had to admit to myself that she was winning the fight of control. I felt her mouth nibbling at my hot cunt and arched toward her soft kisses.
I know I moaned in perplexed wonder, the distaste I had earlier felt had now fled. All that I was aware of was the liquid warmth spreading into fires throughout my body. I know that this should have been a nasty experience, but in all honesty I could not reconcile the nastiness in my mind. I was enjoying her feeling of my pussy and I opened my legs wider and wider once I admitted the truth to myself. I have read that there is a small portion of Lesbianism in all women, but I had always scoffed at this idea. I wasn't scoffing as Gloria slowly aroused every fibre of my erotic senses.
My breasts felt hard and solid, my belly was filling with lava, a searing heat of raw animal need and she continued until my clitty felt too big for it's sac. Her fingers touched the boiling twat and her mouth spread my cunt open wide as her tongue ran the length of my cunt lips. I was moaning and groaning fiercely, I knew I was urging her on, pleading with her to make me have the ultimate orgasm and her fingers played harder. As I felt the racing juice gushing down my cunt, I shuddered uncontrollably. More so than I ever felt with any man, it seemed that all my nerves were centered around my cunt. What I was doing here urinating into the scalding heat in my twat and then, as she lifted her face, plunged her two fingers deep into my slit. I arched and trembled furiously as the orgasm belched out in a victorious stream of indescribable pleasure.
I was slumped into a heap on the floor, my breath coming awkwardly. I had mixed feelings of sweet relief and shame at my submission, yet I knew my shame was only a mockery to my honesty. My cunt still felt hot and fiery, my nipples were still very responsive to the fur in the carpet and I turned a little to prevent them from coming into contact with the teasing fur.
Gloria had still to teach me to say 'please' for it. She lifted me bodily from the floor, and with a stick only twelve inches long, twitched my ass, first one cheek then the other. I squirmed and complained bitterly as little lines were soon showing the result of her beating. I was jumping about over her lap when she finally told me to put the dress on. I did so half thankful for the cut out hole at the bottom.
Terry smiled spitefully when I returned to our shared room. I had no way of covering my lovely ass-cheeks and when she saw my ass she laughed outright.
"It's not funny," I seethed as I turned around.
"Oh come on ... show me," she pleaded.
"Spiteful bitch," I told her, but all the same let her study my backside as I lay tummy down on the bed.
"She didn't strike you very hard," she assured me.
"I felt it though"' I argued.
"Nice," she smiled again as she traced each line with a probing finger.
"I want something cold there," I told her.
"Hold on." She left me and returned in a few minutes. As she caressed some balm into my hot ass, I relaxed lazily, her hands gently fusing the ointment into my skin. As she massaged the ass-cheeks, I gently went to sleep!!
For a week, every day I reported to Gloria, and at the end of that week she had me like a puppet. The small part of the Lesbian in me had been fostered so that I never thought of any man. I found that I was dreaming Gloria, living Gloria and doing nothing but speak of the amazing woman all the time. Terry noticed it and smiled at my gossip about the experiences I had with her. I have never known any to change as rapidly as I had. Gloria was a witch at this, I was sure.
One night, I was told by Gloria that I was to spend the whole night with her. I didn't mind this one little bit, in fact I really looked forward to it. Insuring that I bathed very scrupulously, my face and hair looking just right, I went happily along to her room. It was massive. A four poster bed twice the size of any bed I have ever seen stood at one end. Gloria was seated at the dressing table combing out her locks, and when she stood up in the long diaphanous nightie, the true splendor of her shapely body could be seen. She was tall but gracefully built, her hips were magnificent and the cleavage of her breasts showed off her tits to perfection. There was nothing ugly about her lovely body, and as I stood there, feeling slightly awkward, she smiled and beckoned me in. She gave me a drink of slightly sweet wine, I thought it was, but she had none herself.
"You'll feel good when that starts to work," she told me mysteriously.
"What was it?" I asked her, not afraid, but inquisitive.
The name she calls it sounded more pharmaceutical rather than a vintage wine, but I gave up at trying to remember what it was called. We sat chatting, her hands running up the short skirt I was now permitted to wear. I liked her doing this as I stood beside her like a doting dog. Her fingers slipped beneath my panties and spread over my pouting ass. She squeezed softly and wherever her hands touched she left a small flame of sexual pleasure. I became more and more aware of my erotic points. My nipples felt on fire and hard. My cunt, too, felt full of longing for release, and where her hands were squeezing my ass-cheeks, the splendid luxury of awareness was there.
"How do you feel?" she smiled at me.
"Horny," I whispered, "really horny!"
"Whereabouts?" she teased me.
"All over," I answered truthfully. "Here?" she asked as her hand slipped down to the lower globes of my ass and along the edge of my cunt.
"Yes...." I breathed. I opened my legs without being told and she ran one finger around the circumference of my cunt, just around the lips, not the groove itself. I breathed in distress, my head had completely been taken over by my body. I felt as high as a kite without the actual feeling of drunkenness. I was so very aware of all sex parts of my body. My titties felt on fire as did my ass and cunt, and now, that the drug was truly in my system, I was like a slave to sex. I would do anything to get appeasing relief and I mean anything.
"Shall we play?" she asked.
"Yes ... what game?" I asked her.
"A dirty game?" she mused.
"Oh yes, please." I said, my body truly aching.
"With your tits?" she was teasing now. "Yes ... yes ... yes...", I smiled lecherously, "please with my tits ... and cunt ... and ass too.
Do some really dirty things to me." I begged.
"You are horny," she laughed with pleasure.
"Lordie ... I have never felt so horny ... fuck about with me Gloria ... oh please, play with me ... lots of playing...." I begged her as I felt my legs shaking. Her hand was still on my ass and she was squeezing the pliable flesh.
"Get up on the frame," she directed.
I noticed the frame from her sofa and climbed on, my breath hard and grating. She turned me tummy down and tied my knees, ankles, elbows and wrists so that I was pushing my backside high up into the air, my legs wide apart. My breasts hung free and then she ran her hand up under my clothes again. She touched the damp panties at my easily accessible crotch. It was easy for her with my legs spread so wide apart. I thanked her for every caress on my hot aching cunt.
Gloria wheeled out a contraption and placed it so that I could see it. It was a piston arrangement with a prick stuck onto the end of a bar. She pressed a switch and the hum of a motor filled the room. I was both delighted and surprised to see the prick part go back and forward about four inches altogether. The prick itself was about nine inches in length, the outside was a rubbery substance and this actually slipped back over the center stem as the skin does on a man's cock. She could alter the length of the stroke until the whole nine inches moved a complete stroke.
"Want to try?" she asked with a smile. I nodded.
She produced scissors and cut all my clothes away and then she was studying the satisfying picture presented by the raised and forced roundness of my ass. I felt her playing with my cunt and I erupted with pussy juices. She pushed the gadget into my cunt and worked the piston by hand. It pushed against the small muscles of my vagina as it rammed up into me. I nearly swooned with wonderful sweetness. I heard the button switch click and then a feeling of pure sensuousness enveloped my belly and cunt. It went in slowly and then down again, so marvelously slowly dragging every fibre into a reaction of fire. I pushed on my ass more and let the mechanical prick have full possession of my cunt.
Gloria came to the front and studied my erotic-struck features. She reached out and held the full weight of my tits and squeezed them.
"Horny Jenny, being fucked and liking it," she said, her face a picture of power and pleasure.
"Yes ... ooooooooooooher ... I'm cuuuuuming." I said, my eyes popping in surprise.
"Then, cum all you want. I'm not switching off until I'm ready," she told me.
I felt my cunt burst open like a flower as my cum juices spurted from me. The tickling pins and needles caused me to try and close my legs, but the straps held good.
I shook and shuddered in the throes of orgasm as my cunt felt the full liquid heat of my outpouring cream, but still Gloria played with my tits as the dummy prick continued to pump my sensitive cunt channel. I ached to close my legs and I turned my head from side to side. Gloria went behind me and speeded the cock until it was really fucking me at full speed ... I was dizzy with the splendor being aroused inside me yet again I screamed that I was cuming again and then I felt the strange licking pain as a leather whip beat my ass, again and again. I was dizzy with mixed thoughts as the strap descended time and time again at my unprotected ass. I could hear the swoosh and I could anticipate the time of actual contact with my ass, but I could not move one inch.
It was the strangest-of mixed feelings. The heat being released on my backside mingled with the delirium in my cunt and together they fused into one strange exploding attributes to my orgasm. I screeched at her to continue.
'HARDER . ... PLEEEEEASE ... NOW ... NOW ... HAAARD" I ached for it now, "THAT'S BETTER ... AAAAAGH ... OOOOOOOOOOOWER ... SCREEEEEEECH,' my voice filled the room as she responded to my pleas and begging, and then she switched the thing off and it left me gasping and with my inner thighs soaking wet with the hot sticky juice from my cunt.
My ass was hot too. I wasn't too sure how I had come to want that part of the fucking, but once she had started, I had not wanted her to stop!!
When she placed a cool sponge on my cunt, I tried to jump away, but it was useless. I moaned and groaned in the torment of having my cunt touched so soon after being fucked, but she was determined to sponge it thoroughly. I know I was crying fitfully by the time she had finished her cleansing of my cunt area, but at least I was more comfortable and I felt cleaner.
The heat on my ass had lapsed into a steady burn by now. She was standing behind me and I felt her ease my cunt lips apart, wider and wider until I felt I could open them no more. I felt her push something large into me and I knew I was well and truly open, my cunt lips felt tighter than ever.
"Now leave that there." she said and she unstrapped my ankles. As I stood up I felt the thing inside me and it rasped against my clitty each time I moved.
"Don't try and pull it out," she warned me. "I have secured it in place and it shall stay there until I personally remove it."
I really did feel strange with such a thing inside my cunt and it made me have small thrill each time I took a step. She told me to walk up and down, and by the time I had covered the room three times, I felt that I would take a prick any time she said so, it made me so horny again.
Gloria laid on the bed and pulled her nightie up to her shoulders and told me to kneel before her magnificent cunt. She raised her knees and spread them apart, so wide that they were almost parallel to her pussy, "Kiss my cunt!" she said quietly.
I knew what she wanted, and leaned forward until once again my ass was sticking up in the air and my mouth was on her sweet, soft cunt. I pushed my lips against it, sensing the softness and pliability, and then I forced her lips apart with my own mouth and flicked the salty cavern that protected her clitoris. Her clitty felt long and hard and as I sucked it between my lips, I felt surprised at such a large twat muscle. She was quite relaxed and I sucked her for some minutes before pushing my tongue stiffly into her cunt.
It was a new kind of taste, sweet and salty. The secret cunt-juice began to flow into my mouth and I opened it wide as my teeth nestled into her hot flesh.
It seemed an eternity of delight before her legs shuddered, then slowly closed around my head entrapping me to her body. She grabbed my head and forced my face hard against her cunt lips that had now spread wider than ever, and suddenly her hips jerked wildly and my mouth filled with her cum. I swallowed again and again, her thighs getting tighter and tighter. I sucked harder and harder until she gripped my hair to make me stop. Gloria pushed me away quickly so as not to have to suffer the terrible torment of being touched immediately after an orgasm and I was pleased as she gave a moan of sheer pleasure. I leaned back so that my ass rested on my haunches and felt the fire of my face slowly subside. I felt beet red and white-lead hot. I hand-brushed my hair into place and waited for her next directions.
Several times that night, she woke me and I sucked her cunt for her, and she masturbated mine at the same time. The automatic prick she had pushed into me caused my cunt to tingle as soon as she touched me and by dawn, I was fully satiated.
CHAPTER THREE
After that fateful night, Gloria permitted me much more freedom. I was permitted outside and I saw we were up a high cliff. The modern mansion could not be approached except from roads leading downwards. It was the only house on the large plateau, and I could see the sea in every direction. She left one morning, and I watched her car speeding down the winding road until it vanished behind a forest.
I wandered through the house and marveled at the organization. There was enough wealth here to clear the national debt. I looked in every room and saw polished machinery of all types humming as they produced something or other required by the combined syndicate for whom Gloria worked.
All this puzzled me more than a little. I couldn't see how it tied up with Narcotics, unless they processed the stuff here and camouflaged it with another product. I saw several men and women, but attracted little attention, everybody seemed so busy. On one floor, I saw a door with a zigzag line, and to me that meant electricity. I opened the door and peered inside. All along one wall was a battery of radio equipment. A man sat at the desk and from the instrument panels, sounds of various characters emitted. He spoke into the microphone, but his language was foreign and I just don't know what he was saying. I stepped inside and closed the door quietly. Stealthily, my blood racing through my veins, I stepped over to him. He obviously had no suspicion I was there, and then I held my hand stiffly, brought it down as hard as I could at the base of his neck. He grunted and started to turn, wearily, so I gave him another chop and he slithered to the floor.
I felt the perspiration on my forehead and then sat in the soft leather chair. I turned the dials furiously and tuned in to our own wave length in London. Some Ham came up and started yapping about his hobby. I twirled the large dial until I was on frequency. I switched the transmitter switch back to receive and was pleased to hear the operator acknowledging my signal. She gave me another meter band and told me how to get it easily. She would pass my message on and then she signed off.
I hastily turned onto the meter band and called HZ. I was speaking to Geneva and told them I could not speak in code and then hurriedly gave them my message and begged them to locate me. I described the island as best as I could and they said they thought they knew where I was, not to worry, etc., etc. Then I signed off, I hurriedly turned the dials back to where they were and then beat a retreat.
I heard later that Geneva had found it simple to locate me, their radio Johnnies had simply beamed in on the Wave that I gave them. I returned to my room and waited for the balloon to go up. The radio operator would not stay unconscious forever and I didn't want to be accused of his sudden sleep. I thumbed through a magazine and Willy, the gorilla, walked in. He closed the door quietly and I sat upright on the bed. He had been strictly forbidden by Gloria to come near me. She was a very jealous and determined woman and she didn't want her 'goods' messed up by the ham-fisted brute.
"Willy, .you know you are not supposed to come in here," I reminded him angrily.
"And you're not supposed to go to the Radio room," he said, his voice full of sinister meaning.
"Radio Room?" I said as though he had gone mad.
"Yeah ... I followed you ... and I saw Sparks layin' on the floor when you left. Birdie, you are in a heap of trouble when Miss Gloria comes back. She'll pass you over to me," his eyes lit up for just a moment, "and then you and me will have some nice games." His eyes roved over me and I shuddered.
"I'll deny it," I promised him.
"Won't do no good. You were followed all the way by closed circuit television cameras, .and they take pictures too. The prints will be ready when she gets back," he assured me.
Why hadn't I thought of that? I was an idiot, I might have guessed that the place would have the simple things of electronics.
"Please don't tell her Willy," I pleaded.
"But I must," he said aghast that I should suggest he be disloyal to her.
"Why must you?" I asked irritably.
"So's she'll tell me to dispose of you...", he rubbed his hairy hands together in greedy anticipation.
"Why don't you like me?" I asked tearfully.
"I do ... I do. When I see you walking along with that saucy ass wriggling, boy, I could almost rape you ... and those tits ... oh my," he said sorrowfully at the thoughts of robbed pleasure.
"But if you get rid of me, then how will you ever see my. .er. .ass wriggle," I argued, sweat breaking out on my forehead.
"Yeah ... it's a shame," he said half-sadly, "but I'll see it wriggle before I kill you," he cheered himself up!! ! ! !
"But, only once." I argued. Whew ... how stupid could I get ... I was begging for my life!
"Whatcher mean?" he was confused. Poor old Willy had added two and two together and come up with a mathematical problem!
"Well, if you tell on me, Gloria will have me killed ... by you. .right? But if you say nothing I could, er, wriggle my ass for you all the time and my ... titties too." I told him.
"You would?" he said, his eyes brightening, a sheepish, comprehending grin on his face.
"Of course, I would Willy. Didn't you know women liked strong men, and you are strong." I emphasized.
"I am too ....", he said flexing his muscles.
God he bulged like knotted wood, his hairy tree trunk arms were like steel.
"Well, Willy?" I said as I ran my hand down his arm. He looked doubtful.
He put his arms around me and the breathe whooshed from my body.
"Hey Willy ... take it easy. You want to crush me?" I gasped in genuine pain.
"Aw ... I was only having a little squeeze," he smiled stupidly, obviously proud of his prowess. He was like Lon Chaney ten times over ...
"What do you say, Willy?" I repeated. "Let's see what you're offering." he said craftily.
"Now? ... what about if Gloria should return?"
"She won't be back for a week." he told me.
I stood up. It seemed that I had let myself in for a basin of trouble with this ugly brute. He reached out and as he sat down and dragged me across his lap. It was like fighting steal columns.
I was absolutely powerless against such strength and I gasped as he pulled me over his knee and lifted my short skirt. Before I realized it, my panties were off!! ! His hand stroked my bared ass with a soft relish. He squeezed and it hurt like hell, when he pushed my thighs apart my cunt was like an open flower. I could do nothing. He plunged his finger deep into me and I nearly shrieked in complaint. He was the clumsiest bastard I have ever met, yet his complete domination over my futile complaints had a fascination that appealed to me. He pushed me to my knees and gripped my shoulders, I uttered an 'aaagh' and still holding me in a tight grip with one hand, he unzipped his fly with the other. My eyes met at his middle as his prick was produced. It was enormous, too enormous, and I looked at it like a silly dummy.
"kiss that, Baby," he said.
The veins running up and down the length of his cock were like thick blue lines and I knew that
I just was not going to get it into my mouth, it was a sheer impossibility.
"Willy ... how can I get that in my mouth?" I shuddered.
"You ain't tried yet," he complained.
Daintily, as though it might explode, I pecked at it. It was going to be too awful and I felt my head spin with the enormity of my task. A bell started to ring in one of the passage ways and he stood up, his head on one side, his thick ugly prick jutting out like a coarse limb.
"I gotta go," he muttered angrily.
I was never so relieved. He locked the door as a general state of activity going on outside. The ground seemed to shake once or twice and there were some muffled explosions. It sounded as if the Marines had arrived. Surely, I suddenly thought excitedly, surely they haven't come so soon? There were voices shouting outside, more thumps, more shots, then silence. I heard footsteps running in all directions and hastily tidied myself up, hoping that the Police had really got here. I heard a key turn in the lock and the door pushed open. Miss Matthews," a smiling uniformed officer asked. I fainted clean away ... I was free.
CHAPTER FOUR
The trial lasted days, the machinery was a curing plant for all manner of narcotics and our efforts wiped out more than enough dope and put the finger of the law on a large number of gang bosses from high places to the nasty peddlers who feed the gutter. Many heads fell and sentences that would obviously outlast the lives of the syndicate bosses were passed.
It turned out that Gloria was very high on the list of executives and her prison sentence was something like ninety-nine years and in the states there is no parole for a sentence like that.
On the last day of the hearing, I was granted two months leave and happily accepted an offer of a ranch millionaire who offered me the exclusive use of his way out West ranch cabin. It had a stream and damn near anything I could want, he assured me. I checked the place out and reckoned that I deserved some peace and quiet.
The cabin was truly a lovely spot, and as the days went by, I gradually erased the thoughts of Gloria from y mind. I lay awake one night just thinking about her. I felt it was a tragedy that so much beauty would be wasting away inside a prison. As I thought of her naked boy, I pushed my hands unconsciously down my belly and touched my cunt. It tingled softly and then, pretending to myself, I'd pulled my legs up and opened them wide. As I slowly fingered my cunt I thought of Gloria's magnificent body beside me and 'dreamed' of her doing as she pleased with my aching cunt. At that moment I would have given anything to be tied to the tubular framework with her tutored fingers working me into a frenzy. I 'dreamed' of her mouth nibbling at my soft cunt lips and I was soon reacting to a very unsatisfactory orgasm. I had to get out of the bed and have a shower.
This state of affairs lasted for several weeks and then one day a large limousine pulled up in the front and I thought I was dreaming. A girl that could easily be Gloria stepped out of the driving seat. She was dressed in a cow-girl outfit but I soon saw that it wasn't the Gloria I knew. This girl's hair was a rich brunette, and her face was soft and attractive.
"Hi there," she saluted. "Uncle didn't say there was somebody here."
She held out her hand and introduced herself as Lynda, niece to my benefactoring ranch owner.
"I'm Jenny Matthews." I took her hand and she seamed lost in thought.
"Say, you're English, I've read all about you in the Press," she said. She went on about the trial and my part in the rounding up of the syndicate.
"Boy, that must take some nerve," she said in a complimentary fashion. We were inside the cabin now and were drinking an ice-cooled lemonade.
"I've got something in the car that beats this," she said and was off like a shot.
When she returned, she was holding a bottle in the air. "How's this", she winked. I drank some of the liquor and tried to remember where I had tasted it before.
Lynda was 'cleaning up' in the shower. "Have some more," she called out, "it's a great tonic." She came into the room draped in a towel, her lovely legs showing from the top of her shapely thighs down to her trim ankles. The cleavage of lovely tits showed off beautifully and I just had to have another drink, my forehead was slightly damp at so much feminine pulchritude showing. I tasted the liquor and puzzled as to where I had tasted it before. She smiled at the puzzlement on my face. "You like?" she asked.
"Mmmmmm, yes I do. I have tasted it before though."
"That'll send the blood racing through your veins," she assured me, but I noticed she didn't drink any herself. I remembered suddenly where I had been the last time I had tasted this. It had been with Gloria. It was the strong drug to enhance the sex drive and stimulate a hot, horny desire.
My head reeled as I realized I had taken two glasses. With Gloria, one had more than sent my crazy for fucking my sexual needs had to be satisfied. I almost froze on the spot.
"Lynda?" I said softly, "where did you get this?"
"It's an old Italian recipe." she replied. "With that inside you, my lovely Jenny, you'll do anything to have the sex craving released." She smiled and placed her hand on my back and pulled me to her.
My body alone kept the towel in place, and I felt the old fire start in my nipples and cunt again. It was the strangest of feelings. It just felt as though the whole of the cunt area became a horny muscle, begging for stimulus and sex release.
"Don't fight it honey." she whispered, "go along with it ... that's the way."
Her lips nibbled delicately at my ear and I could feel her tongue probing into my ear.
"Please...", I whimpered.
"Yes?" she whispered, her voice acting like a magnet to my over active sex organs. I whimpered as the fires grew stronger, and my clitty was getting stiffer and stiffer, my nipples seemed to be bursting through my bra as they hardened without caresses. Of course, I guessed she was no niece of the millionaire, she was someone connected with Gloria and she knew what she was doing from the beginning. I was completely weakened by now, my body was a big boiling volcano and it wanted help in orgasm. She stood back and the towel slowly slipped from her body.
Her proud titties jutted out fully, the nipples just tilted upwards at the tantalizing angle, her black pussy bush was neatly triangled at the top of her legs and those legs were like columns of pure marble. She took my hand in hers and placed it against her tits, I squeezed automatically, and my other hand she put between her legs. Her cunt, like Gloria's was a softness to be caressed and she was like soft silk and I slowly rubbed her cunt under the guidance of her hand. One hour she had been here and I was paying court to her body already!!
I sank to my knees and pressed my lips against her cunt which she showed fully by opening her magnificent and shapely thighs. She smiled down as though condescending, with her hands on her hips, and she really did tower over me. I lapped at her warm cunt and as the moisture started to flow the sweet smell of her twat began to get to my nostrils. She had the delicate perfume that all lovers enjoy and I pressed closer to her.
She only permitted me to remain for a few minutes then lifted me to my feet.
"You'll be a lovely pet for me." she whispered as she hugged me to her ripe, naked body. I was shivering by now, all my system was aflame and I wanted satisfying, .urgently. She pressed my face to her breasts and I inhaled the scent of her perfume. It was getting agonizing now, like an addict in need of a drug, so I needed sexual release.
"Something the matter, lovely girl?" she asked quietly, her voice slightly teasing.
"No," I lied, but my voice told I was lying.
"Should Lynda undress you perhaps?" she teased.
"Yes," I gasped.
"Yes?" she sounded chiding, "you mean yes, 'please'. "
"I do ... yes please." I said quietly.
"And play with you? Mmmmm?" she continued.
"Yes ... please." I faltered.
"These?" she handled my full breasts.
I nodded hopelessly, as her hands ran around my blouse, as I felt roaring fires shoot through my tits. She almost had me screaming for it. The whole of my crotch was hot and aching by now. Gloria gave me one glass. I had drank two tonight and the fire that raged through me needed a lot of quenching, and masturbation would not do it.
"Oh please do something," I urged, "tell me what you want of me?"
"I want you on your knees darling." she said simply, her eyes sparkling. "I want you begging, my pet."
"I'll beg," I promised, "anything you like or say, I will do all that you demand!" I held her arms and implored her.
"Strip ... every stitch," her voice changed to a demanding, dominant female.
I took off all my clothes and felt the old zing spurt through me. I didn't want soft stupid love now, I wanted it rough and hard, and Lynda would see that'I got it that way. I stood before her, naked and she told me to lift my arms above my head; I reached up for the ceiling showing the stretch of my titties wonderfully. She turned me around and placed her hands on my soft ass.
"Bend it," she said softly.
Slowly, I reached down, my legs thrust to their full in wide apart exhibition. I touched the floor with my hands easily, aware that she could see the whole of my cunt from behind.
"Splendid, stay that way," she commanded.
I knew what was coming and didn't give a damn. I had a reverse view of her through my legs and I saw her open her case. She produced the cane and then returned to my ass. I remained in that position as twelve deliberate cuts were laid across my ass-cheeks. Never did one land on the same spot, neigher did I cry out, but just stayed in position as she deliberated the seconds away between each whistling stroke.
"Now ask for another dozen," she said her voice coming spitefully, "and say please," she taunted.
I licked my dry lips, "Please, I would like another twelve strokes," I half whispered.
She gave them to me too, hard, crisp strokes that lashed into my naked ass causing more fires to course through me. I almost orgasmed by the time she had finished. I was told to stand up and the welts caused me more than a little hurt discomfort as my skin went into it's natural position. I refused to rub my buttocks, but remained standing with my legs apart. She was smiling viciously as she approached the spot on which I was standing.
"I like true blondes," she said as she rubbed my cunt hair with her fingers. She pulled at the snatch once or twice, but I stayed still, my face a hot beet red, burning with indignities.
"Now beg, Jenny, beg for me to stroke and play with your cunt," she spat out.
I was a boiling mass by now, my cunt passage felt full of juice and liquid heat. I went on my knees as my clitoris throbbed wildly.
PLEEEASE. . OH, PLEEEASE" I sobbed. "PLAY WITH MY CUNT ... I BEG YOU ... FUCK ABOUT WITH ME AND I SWEAR I SHALL SLAVE FOR YOU AS LONG AS YOU WISH. . ANYTHING YOU COMMAND, I SHALL DO," I begged.
She knelt me on the bed and pushed me back so that my hair touched my ankles, and then she thumbed and played furiously with my cunt. I continued my promises of loyalty to her and within minutes I was squirming all over the bed as I pumped out my juice, the seeds of my Lesbain Love.
CHAPTER FIVE
The one orgasm was hardly sufficient to satisfy the overdose of aphrodisiac drug I had taken, and I trembled furiously for more of Lynda's domination. It wasn't enough that she should treat me equally, I had to be the suppressed woman and only she at the moment knew the complete answer to my hungry cunt. Within half an hour of a very thorough orgasm, the fires were raging in my belly again and I lay on the cool sheets and moaned. My body was alive in every tissue from my cunt area to my hard, solid-rock nipples.
When Lynda walked into the room, she recognized the signs and turned them to her advantage.
"Horny again?" she smiled spitefully.
"Mmmmmmm, yes," I nodded unhappily.
She stood close to the bed and ran her hands down her own nude body, purposely titillating my own hot, burning desires. As she rubbed her own tits and then traced a line with both fingers to handle her own cunt, I groaned with a feeling of mixed pleasure and torment.
"Please, Lynda ... do not torment me so." I begged.
"Should I fuck you?" she asked wickedly.
"Oh yes ... find something and fuck me."
"I have the very thing," she exclaimed as she brought a dildo from her case, and what a dildo! It was nearly as large as a pint bottle and my eyes popped open in amazement and wonder. She strapped it around her firm hips and stood there, a picture of large womanhood with the oversized dildo!
"Turn over," she told me.
I lay tummy down and as she put her hands under my hips and lifted me, I came up into the kneeling position. I rested my spinning head on the pillows and felt my ass-cheeks billow as my thighs parted widely. My breasts, clear of the bed, were in her greedy grasp, and then she squeezed the hot titties until they were solid and firm. I ached as I felt the dummy cock rubbing against my flesh. Then she released my tits and I felt the large head battering at my defenseless cunt. I pushed back in an effort to swallow it and then she lunged forward.
At first I nearly shrieked with the unnatural pain, but once my cunt passage held it, I gasped as a line of crackling electricity seemed to run up my twat passage. She withdrew a bit, then in again, out and in. Never would I have believed it possible for such a large solid mass to enter my pussy, but it was there and it was going straight up with no difficulty. I even felt my cunt lips stretch to capacity to engulf the pleasure cock and I gripped the pillow tightly as my tits were again in her hands. As she squeezed so I made my ass stick out more and more.
"Should I stop?" she asked spitefully.
"No ... NO ... PLEEEEEEASE ... IT'SS ... SOOOOOO MARVELOUS ... LOVELYYYYYYY ... I WANT IIIIT ... PLEEEEEEEEASE ... SQUUEEEEEZE MY ... TITS ... HAARDER ... HAARDER ... EEEEEEEGHER," I half screeched as she complied and let me feel the exquisite pleasure forming in my titties as her hands mauled them.
She released my breasts and knelt upright and I guessed that she was studying my opened ass together with the penetrating dildo. I felt her finger deep into my rectum. It was the strangest feeling having the dildo up my cunt and her finger jamming into my ass.
How I squealed and begged for more! It was the uncanniest perfection that went through my nerve system. I used to think that Gloria was good, but Lynda was a past-mistress at the art of satisfying a cunt.
I had an orgasm again, yet she continued to pump in and out of my body. I didn't want to stop her . ... and the language I used to her as she made me cum again and again to the summit. Then, at last, I was completely exhausted, I lay limp as a rag, my whole cunt numbed by the fuck excesses we had just practiced.
It took two days for me to come around completely as far as sex was concerned. I know she had given me twenty four whacks across my ass, but even those slight welts vanished by that time. I knew, then why I had been so stoic. She had hardly used any force!! The soreness from excessive fucking gradually wore off and I was up and about in no time at all. I took good stock of Lynda and realized just how attractive she was.
"Should I invite a truly sweet girl here?" she asked me on the third morning of her stay.
"Why not?" I replied, "although three's Company."
"But this girl is truly a lovely creature, hopelessly in love with me, and I'll show you how a true Lesbian reacts to her Mistress!"
"Yes, I think I'd be most interested." I mused.
"Alright. Carol, her name is, she's a perfect sweetie".
And she was too!! ! A blonde girl about sixteen years of age. Her lovely face was a mask of beauty so rarely seen these days. She wasn't of American extraction either. Her home was in
Sweden and she had those glorious blue eyes so famed in Scandinavia. Her loose sweater showed her high, proud tits and the slim tapering ankles held two perfect columns for legs. How her thighs swelled to larger hips could easily be seen by the tightness of her skirt. As soon as I laid eyes on her, I fell for her for she was perfect as Lynda forecast.
She was a wistful girl, eyes bright blue and her joy at seeing Lynda again was the acme of pleasure. That she idolized Lynda was obvious. She hung around the tall girl all day, never letting her out of her sight. She behaved as a young couple just realizing that they were in love with each other. I could imagine Lynda could really take this girl and be bestial to her without the girl thinking any the less of her.
The day wore onto evening, the two 'lovers' going over the ranch and returning about seven in the evening. They were famished and while they bathed, I prepared the meal.
"Are we going to play tonight?" Carol asked as she finished eating.
"Why not?" Lynda asked.
"Shall we show her how we play?" Carol asked as though she wanted to tell a secret.
"Three would be better than one," Lynda said and it struck me that she was always in command.
"Very well, I'm going to change," the sixteen year old announced and left the room.
"She's a very attractive girl." I said when she had left the room and looked at Lynda.
"That girl is perfect, wait until you see her lush body," she told me and I squirmed.
"She's a long way to go before she completes development of her body." I said.
"I hope she doesn't over-develop. Her figure-lines are exquisite," Lynda said thoughtfully.
"What are these games she's talking about?"
"Oh you'll see. Carol is a perfection of teasing the appetite. She is absolutely perfect and I itch to get my hands on her, sometimes I would plead with her to let me touch her, but she always insists on begging for my hands, and that makes our games more exciting." Lynda told me.
I knew exactly what she meant!
Eventually, Carol joined us. She wore a short diaphanous, black-as-night pajama suit. Her lovely white creamy body could easily be seen through the material. The upper part came down to the crotch and then she had matching panties. She wore high heeled shoes and these accentuated her lovely legs perfectly. I gazed at her enraptured and completely captured by the sheer loveliness she portrayed. Her soft blonde-ash hair was in a pony tail, and nobody could ask for anything more perfect. That I was going to see this lovely nymph stripped, caused me to have raptures in my cuntie!! !
She selected a high backed chair and without a word placed it in the middle of the room. "Now, you may command me do anything you wish." she announced, a smile of cherubic sweetness on her face.
"I want to see your tits," Lynda said demandingly.
"I'm not going to show you," Carol surprised me.
"I'll count to three," Lynda said.
I realized this was all part of the 'game', and I wondered to what lengths Carol's disobedience would be carried to, and what Lynda would have to do to get the girl to comply.
"One...." Lynda said slowly, menacingly.
"I don't care if you count to a hundred and three," Carol interrupted and smiled broadly at her own daring.
"Two...." Lynda said, still menacingly.
Carol twirled on her feet in a spinning reel, an attitude of nonchalance and disregard.
"Three...", Lynda finally said, her eyes sparkling.
Lynda approached Carol and the girl spun away, her light nightie spinning out. Lynda side-stepped and grabbed the convenient pony-tail hair style.
"Ooooooooouch" Carol shrieked, but her lips smiled as she put her head on one side in an effort to relieve the pain in her scalp.
"I'll give you 'ow', " Lynda said as she pulled the girl closer.
"Ouch" Carol called again as she was obliged to come towards Lynda. Lynda twisted the hair and Carol spun around, then Lynda grabbed one of the wrists that Carol had put to her hair and twisted it deftly. The curving body of the lovely Carol spun around and bent double, her ass-cheeks pushed towards me. They were delightfully round in their display.
"Now ... when I say I want to see your tits, show them to me." Lynda carried on playing the strange game.
"Yes Miss," Carol gasped.
"I don't think I want to see them now," Lynda teased.
"But I want to show you them, honestly. I want you to see them, your hands on them, please!" Carol pretended she was contrite.
Lynda slowly walked the luckless girl backwards to the high backed chair and after sitting in it, she told Carol to adopt the old fashioned position.
"What for?" Carol asked like a naughty child.
"Guess," Lynda replied.
"No ... please no ... don't spank me!"
"Are you going to go over of your own free will?"
"I ... I can't," Carol pretended sheer horror. "Then we can play no more games." Lynda told her.
Carol seemed to be thinking of this tragedy!! "If you really want to ... I'll go over your knee."
"Too late," Lynda pretended disinterest and came to where I was sitting and surprised me by kissing my mouth. I automatically put my arms around her.
"OH ... PLEASE. . Carol wailed. "You want something?" Lynda asked. "Please, don't leave me like this." she begged. "Then you must comply," Lynda scolded her.
"Please, I am sorry; please let me show you my titties, her tune had changed completely, "and please strap my ass ... hard ... for being naughty?"
"Lynda seemed to be summing the situation up. "Very well ... but you must promise to be more dutiful," she warned.
"I do ... I do ... I promise faithfully."
It was the most astonishing turn-about, yet it was all part of the game of parry-and-thrust that these two played with each other. It made the victory much sweeter.
"Get the strap," Lynda told the sorrowing Carol. Carol nearly skipped from the room!! !
"You won't really belt her?" I asked.
"Do you think I should let her off?" she asked.
"I don't know about that ... but she is rather a sweet child ... and I hate to think of her being smacked or belted," I said honestly.
"Do you think she'd not want me to do it?"
"I shouldn't have thought so." I replied astonished.
"And haven't you ever felt that you have wanted me to use punitive measures on your ass?" she smiled artfully.
I just blushed a deep crimson!! There had been more than one occasion when Lynda had me at the mercy of her feather light hands that I would have thanked her for bending my ass and swatting it. There is always a certain pleasure in any woman's body when she has a sting in her ass. Mark you, I do not mean the cruel whippings given by sadists, but the reminding sting of what brings her to heel is usually accepted as every woman's lot, and indeed to my knowledge most of us ladies enjoy having the dominance ruled over our asses! It adds to the spice!!
Carol returned carrying a light switch and gave it to Lynda, then repeated her request. "Please make my assie hot for being a naughty girl. I'll remain bended until you have meted out the switching and then I shall do whatever you tell me. I'll even beg you to do things." she said.
"Very well ... lay across the chair." Lynda said as though doing Carol a favor!!
Across the seat, Carol draped her delicious curves, my eyes were burning as Lynda slowly drew her panties down to the knees. Slowly, she raided the upper garment and the exposed lusciousness of Carol's ass was on view. It was a perfection of twinned roundness as she purposely pushed out her bottom to accentuate the smooth orbs.
"Hold on." Lynda measured the distance and laid the switch on the ivory skin. I watched entranced as it came up and up, then down in a whistling tune of spiteful correction. And when it struck that perfect ass I nearly jumped! Again and again until twelve perfect ladder marks showed on her flesh. As Carol jumped once or twice, her little cuntie could be seen and it made my insides ache to get at her.
"Now stand on the chair," Lynda said.
With no hesitation, her face slightly red and her blue eyes bright, Carol raised first one foot and then the other. Her perfect twat topped with mossy hair could be seen as she raised her leg. Then she was standing in the chair, her ass towards us.
"Lift this," Lynda held the nightie on her switch.
Carol lifted it, her creamy skinned back without a blemish showed, contrasting to the 'warm' glowing color of her behind. Lynda said the nightie was to be lifted to the shoulder and Carol obliged.
"Now turn around". Carol turned and she looked a picture of radiant youthful beauty, her pink nipples showing marvelously and the soft navel, this led to her snatch, and her thighs now completely uncovered had my palms sweating.
"Take it right off," Lynda said sharply.
Off it came, then she shook her pony tail into place and was truly gorgeous. Her tits were uplifted wonders, her slim waist accentuating the ripe fullness of her ass.
"Hold your nipples ... good ... now pull them ... good, .twist them ... that's better." Carol gave us a display on how to play with her tits.
"Now. .one hand to your cunt," Lynda was enjoying this exhibition, and so was I. It was superb. Carol would beat anybody I know as an actress, her hands as they reached down to her soft downy crotch seemed to ripple like water, .and then two fingers disappeared between her legs. Oh Lord, it gave me a tummy ache just to watch her.
"Would you like to kiss it?" Lynda asked me.
"Wouldn't I just." I fumed.
"Lay on the bed," Lynda told her.
Carol looked at me with interest. "Make it good, pleease, Jenny." she half whispered. When she opened her gorgeous thighs, her neat tender cunt spread like a spring flower. It was sweetness in itself.
"Help yourself." Lynda said generously.
"Not dressed like this." I objected, and hastily tore my slacks and blouse from my body. As I stripped, Carol continued masturbating herself. I threw myself on the bed and placed my ass-cheeks over her face. Immediately, below my hot mouth was the most delightful cunt I had ever seen. I stroked it after removing her hands and I felt her fingers exploring my own cunt. I pulled the young lips apart, wider, wider, and then to their maximum width. I savored the flesh she was perfect sweetness. She tasted warm and horny. I slowly repeated the action and she sighed contentedly. It was difficult to concentrate with her sucking at me at the same time. I had been strictly a recipient female up to now, and any attention to my cunt caused me to open up and lie back to enjoy the attentions I was receiving, but this young girl proved so absolutely delightful that I just thrust my tongue into her open cunt and licked at the profuse warmth she offered. I felt her pushing her legs wider apart to enable me to get in closer and I took the opportunity and lapped like a thirsty dog. She was uttering the strangest of pleasurable sounds and the hot moistness jutting from her vagina was enough reward for me. I felt her rubbing her tits along the insides of my thighs and with my own hands played with her delightful cunt. It was so young and so perfect. She was slowly running her tongue the whole length of my cuntie and also to the ridge of my ass-hole. It was absolutely marvelous and each time I thrilled to her tongue caress, I sucked harder at her twat. I felt my teeth biting into her cunt lips and she urged me to bite harder, but I was loathe to exact such retribution from such a tender cunt, but I was tempted. Her clity was strong between my lips and I constantly flicked at the rigid muscle to excite her to a greater depth of lewdful lust and then her hips were grinding so that I had difficulty in holding her down and then I was receiving her juices, .hot, sweet and in a flooding torrent of her cum.
Lynda had stood by watching our performance and as I slowly got away from Carol I saw she had filmed the whole performance with a neat movie camera.
"You're chief would like to see this," she said with a wicked smile. I hoped she was kidding!!
"I doubt it," I muttered, my breath still gasping from the fucking on the bed.
"Let's send it to him anyway," she smiled.
"Don't start spoiling everything," I pleaded with her.
Carol sat up on one arm and cocked her pretty head to one side looking quizzically at Lynda.
"What's that all about?" she asked innocently.
"Jenny is a narcotic Agent," Lynda explained.
Carol turned to me smiling prettily. "Are you really?" she asked, her eyes bright.
I admitted the truth and Carol looked truly delighted. "I think that's fabulous." she exclaimed, happily.
"Why?" I asked, surprised at her delight.
"A real live Agent." she said, her mouth open in awesome acknowledgement.
"And to stop me from sending this film to her chief, she would let me own her body and soul." the vicious Lynda said happily.
"But ... but that's blackmail." Carol told her.
"Yes ... I suppose it is." Lynda nodded smiling.
"Please, Lynda, I hate blackmail," Carol said softly.
"It get's you places." Lynda argued.
"It got me somewhere." Carol lay back sadly.
"Have you been blackmailed?" I asked her.
"And how. God it was horrible." she sighed.
"Did it cost you much?" I asked sympathetically.
"Every scrap of dignity and humility I had." she replied, her eyes staring at the ceiling.
"Tell her about it." Lynda said, a note of pleasure in her voice.
"I don't think she is interested." Carol replied.
"Not if you'd rather not." I assured her. "Lynda saved me." Carol recalled quietly. "How come?" I wanted to know. "She disposed of the bastard." Carol said simply.
"It was a man, then?" I asked gently.
The most evil, nastiest and mean bastard that ever lived." she breathed and shrugged again.
"Tell her," Lynda insisted adamantly.
"You do love to hear about it don't you?" Carol said, a touch of bitterness in her voice.
"I love to think of you as a puppet, and that is exactly what you were to him. He pulled the strings and you danced ... and how?" Lynda smiled a little cruelly, I thought.
"That's certainly true. I think that's why I hate all men," she deliberately grimaced and shrugged as though to clear her head of the horror.
"Well I like you." I told her comfortingly, "in fact I could fall for you in a big way."
"And I like you too, Jenny ... very, very much," she leaned forward and kissed my mouth lightly.
"Don't get too involved you two." Lynda warned, and she looked at me. "She's mine, just remember!"
I was surprised that she was jealous!! !
"I am not," Carol burst out indignantly, "I am free to do and go with whomever I choose."
"I said you are mine," Lynda repeated slowly and with certain emphasis, her eyes turning hard.
"And I said I am not." Carol argued, .and this surprised me, because I was under the impression that these two were genuinely in love with each ohter. Before I could stop or intervene, Lynda smacked Carol's face hard, .first when her palm then backhand. The startled girl shot up in the bed and cowed.
"Stop it." I shrieked at them. Lynda spun on me. "Get yourself cleaned up." she hissed angrily.
"You can't expect to come in here and try to rule the roost." I replied hotly.
"While I have this I can." she said, her voice threatening and holding the film out.
"That's a filthy trick." I almost wept with helplessness and frustration and she jauntily laughed.
"Now Jenny, you go and clean up. Carol and
I have something to discuss." she said, "and stay undressed!
I was unhappy about wiping the last hour's sexual juices from my body but let the cool water cascade over my body and felt refreshed. I wondered what was going on downstairs and deliberately hurried up my bathing. When I at last returned, I was amazed to see the naked Carol kneeling with her back to the chair. Her arms were reaching over her head and down her back. Then I realized that her hands were secured by string to the actual chair back. Her titties stretched beautifully. Her knees had also been tied in the kneeling position, to the legs of the chair and Lynda had just completed this as I walked into the room.
"Ah, come and join us." she hissed.
"What on Earth are you doing?" I gasped.
"Preparing her for the next part of the game." she replied simply and smiled lewdfully at me. She produced more cord and beckoned me to the cocktail bar where a pole ran from the top of the bar i use If to the ceiling.
"Come on ... your turn." she whispered.
"No" I told her, "I am not going to join in."
"How about that film." she said cattily.
"You can do whatever you please with it." I told her and I know she was convinced that I didn't care whether she sent it to the Chief or not.
"It won't go down too well." she sighed and picked the camera up with a false shake of her head.
"I can always retire," I assured her. "I'm getting too well known on the job anyway." I lied.
"Alright, if that's the way you want it. I'll speed up the retirement for you." she said with vicious pleasure. I had bluffed and she had called my bluff ... I felt my face getting red. The last thing I wanted was to have Chiefy see that film ... it wasn't decent!! ! ! !
"You really would send it wouldn't you?" I said.
"Of course I would, with copies to your friends."
"You are a bitch." I said angrily.
I realized I had lost and asked her what it would cost not to send the film.
"Come over here." she said triumphantly.
Unhappily I walked to the post and stood with my back to it. From my elbows to my wrists she tightly tied me and then told me to pay attention.
"How does this feel?" she slapped first one tittie then the other with her open hand.
"Owwwwwwwwerch," I gasped and lifted one leg.
"Now you have some idea." she smiled and walked over to the kneeling and tied up Carol, facing me. "Now, Carol, every word, tell her about blackmailing Bernard," she said and slapped poor
Carol's titties hard.
"Ouch. .ouch. . " she exclaimed. "He was blackmailing me into doing disgusting and horrible things."
"What things?"
Slap ... slap onto her titties again, and again Carol 'ouched' her protests.
"He ... he used to tie me to a rafter and thrash me." she said dejectedly ...
Slap ... slap ...
"Ouch, ouch."
"Tell you the whole truth, all of it," Lynda insisted spitefully.
"Alright ... alright ... but please release me." she begged.
"Promise?" Lynda asked.
"I promise, faithfully," Carol gasped, her breasts red from the slaps she had received.
"Every word?" Lynda insisted.
"Every word ... I promise." she sighed. Lynda released her and returned to me. "No corny remarks or interruptions from you. .understand?" Slap ... slap. My breasts wobbled under the impact, I gasped as the pain shot through them.
CHAPTER SIX
It was last year that Carol was found out in a very serious misdemeanor. Revelation of her 'crime' would have caused her too much pain, trouble and serious consequences. She would have preferred anything rather than to have any body know about it. One person did find out and without telling her the reason, insisted on her reporting to him. He was the local person of all people, so she thought there would be nothing amiss in visiting his rectory on the outskirts of her home town. She pressed the button that brought him, silently, to open the door. He showed her into his palatial living room and she soon realized that, except for themselves, the house was empty.
She recalled that it was the day after her sixteenth birthday, and he spoke of the trouble that was worrying not only the local police, but the national interest in the trouble in which he had discovered her to be the Ringleader.
"I think it is a terrible thing." he mused.
"I agree, Parson," she said as she felt that such a discussion was too warm for comfort.
She noticed that he studied her shapely knees while she sat in a comfortable chair before him and she began to wish she'd worn a longer skirt.
"Carol ... I happen to know that you are the perpetuator of a terrible crime," he said, his fingers just pressed lightly together as though in prayer.
"I beg your pardon." her face blushed deeply.
"You, Carol are responsible and I feel it my duty to give some documents I have discovered to the police." he said certainly and quietly.
Poor Carol almost peed her panties in horror.
"But ... but ... what proof?" she asked aghast. He threw some photostat copies of the documents at her and sure enough it was some letters she had written and in the letters was more than enough evidence. She felt her belly tighten and then collapse as she realized her little racket was up.
"I have called you here to see if you wish to say anything on the matter?" he asked her quietly. Her whole body was trembling visibly by now. "I ... I'm very sorry." she whispered fearfully.
"Of course you are," he said kindly, "and you won't do it again will you?"
Carol had missed the cynical sarcasm in his voice. "No vicar." she said solemnly. "I promise." She was feeling glad that she had got away with such a gentle warning. Parson, he was a stupid fool and she felt herself getting composed again.
"And these papers?" he picked up the photostats.
"I'll burn them." she said convincingly, hardly being able to contain her laughter at the vague stupidity of the reverend gentleman.
"No my dear," he said kindly. "I think we should tell the police so as to put their minds at rest."
Bloody fool, Carol thought, you stupid bloody old fool, she almost shrieked at him! But, he was determined to see her disgraced before the whole town, and her poor parents!!! Dear God, whatever would they say? The shock would kill them!
"But I have promised not to indulge in this sort of thing again." she said weakly.
"I know, my dear, but the Police must punish you." his soft voice was so very sincere!!
"Why?" she cried out. "Why?"
"Because you have perpetuated a serious crime. Surely you can see that punishment is the reward for the seriousness of your crime."
"But what about Mummy and Daddy?" she wept.
"The sins of the children ... " he intoned with a shrug and a look of sheer benevolent pity.
"Please, don't Parson," she pleaded and stood up to kneel at his feet. "Please don't" she sobbed.
"Of course, there is one way out," he said. Hope, real hope soared through her.
"Anything, anything," she said almost happily.
"You could receive your punishment from me," he was still the pillar of gentle kindness.
"From you?" she sat back on her ankles and looked blankly at the relaxed churchman.
"Yes, my dear," he said, warming to his task. "Now you have been given rein to roam freely. What you must now do is to have a course in punitive correction. You have been doing as you pleased, running wild and imagine free, now the time has come for you to learn to be obedient and do as you are told." He held her hands in his, they were ice cold, and Carol shivered at the strange light that shone in his cruel eyes.
"What do you want?" she said resignedly.
"Go sit down in that chair." he said to her.
She returned to the chair, pulled her skirt down as a habit and sat down.
"Now stand again." he told her and she did as she was told. "I want your panties down to your knees, your skirt up around your waist." he sat back waiting.
"Oh no. Please, Parson, PLEEEEEaASE," she begged him.
"Very well. Obviously you have no sorrow in your soul for what you have done. I know what I must do." He walked to the telephone and started to dial. How could Carol let him carry our this threat? She called out to him and he turned.
"Alright," her mouth was dry, "I'll do all that you say," she choked back her embarrassment. Slowly and without relish, she pulled her panties down to her shapely knees and pulled her skirt up revealing her fine, furry cunt. Her face was red as a beet.
"That's better, now sit down."
Unhappily, she reseated herself in the armchair, her ass on the black leathered chair seat.
"Undo your blouse." he was getting enthusiastic by now.
Licking her dry lips, she slowly released the tubbons of her blouse and opened it at the front. She wore no slip and her brassiere was the only garment.
"Pull the bra up, right up,"he told her, and without undoing the clasp, she pulled her bra clear of her titties and lifted it to a higher position. Her ripe young breasts stood out thrillingly, her small nipples showing in the center of her pink rings. He made her put both hands on her head while he sat studying her. Then he stood up. Her face went a deeper color of crimsoned embarrassment as he approached her. The Parson warned her about keeping her hands on her ash-blonde locks and he slowly put his hands over her titties.
"You have nice titties," he said, and she was shocked to hear the words coming from such a reverent mouth. She kept her thighs pressed close together as he thumbed her breasts until the nipples came out hard, and then he told her to stand up. Her skirt fell back into place as she did so, and she felt relief for that at least.
"Remove your blouse and bra!" he said quietly.
like a girl in a dream, she took the two garments off, she stood unhappily before him, stripped to the waist, showing him what no other man had seen. He left her standing there and opened his desk. When he turned around, she went white, he held a vicious switch, black leathered, and he flexed it in his hands.
"Follow me." he told her happily. As she mutely followed him down to the cellar, her heart sank lower and lower. She carried her garments with her and when they were in the depths of his basement, he turned the lights on. It was a long passaged cellar, but it had a square clearing in the center.
This rectory once belonged to the nobility." he told her, "and down here they would bring the people they wished to question. These walls have known the terrible sounds of those luckless souls making confessions to crimes they had never dreamed of." his voice was truly sympathetic!! "And now, my dear, these walls shall hear those same cries, those same shrieks, those happy little screams, but you will pro vice the sounds." he said sadly.
Carol shivered and wondered whether she should go through with it. Except for the deep shame she would bring on her family, she was sure that she would rather face the police and all the humiliation of a court case. Then, without a word of protest from her mouth, he stretched her arms above her head and tied them to a heavy beam. Her tits stretched beautifully and then she groaned as he removed her skirt and panties, her shame and humiliation complete. Her toes just touched the hard floor after he had raised the beam, and then he was putting a manacle around her ankles to pull her legs apart.
"Very pretty." he enthused as he studied her from the front, his eyes gloating as he saw the utter shame in her face, the pleasurable sight of her pretty cunt, and Carol knew the deep and awful shame of a man seeing her nakedness for the first time. The Parson held her under the arms and ran his hands lightly down to her breasts. He squeezed the nipples and played with them freely. He pushed them around her chest and pulled the tips of her nipples hungrily. He then ran one finger down to her navel. She held her breath with strange terror, he was going to touch her cunt! Oh no, she prayed. Never had she been felt in her cunt, never. Then slowly he traced a line down to her twat. She closed her eyes in shame and sheer horror, then as his middle finger ran through her slit to come to rest on her pussy, so the fingers each side of the middle-finger held her actual cunt lips.
She shivered and sobbed at the indignity. Slowly, hardly hurrying, he mauled her cunt, back and forth he moved his long fingers and she groaned with the sheer mortification. Then he stopped. She heard him at her rear and felt his hands running over her perfectly shaped ass.
"This today, other parts tomorrow," he breathed and then he moved away from her.
Carol heard it coming, but no matter what she imagined, the terror released on her ass-cheeks was too horrible for words. She twisted and bucked, but another and another, then more came down on her unprotected ass. Those walls really did hear the shrieks and screams as they did years ago!! ! Twelve welts he put on her humming backside and he had promised her that he would cane her back tomorrow. And then he put the switch down as she sobbed out her pain and degradation. It was awful, she felt she didn't have enough breath in her body to feed the screams coming from her mouth. And just as she thought it was over, he replaced the black leather switch for a cane, and this applied to her thighs!
When they returned to the drawing room, she was still naked. She had promised him to do all he asked if only he would stop beating her. The Parson sat her in the chair, her body unclothed, and then lifted her legs, one over each arm, her hands behind her head again and she was displaying her cunt area fully.
Lynda had been sent over from the States to find out what had happened to the youngest dope peddler in Europe and the mother had told her that Carol was up at the rectory. Locks did not mean a thing to Lynda, with her master-keys no door could be closed to her. When she walked into the rectory after the bell had gone unanswered, she went down to the cellar from where she could hear the most awful pleadings coming. She saw the Parson standing over the bedraggled girl, thrashing her back while she sucked his monster of a prick.
"What's going on here?" she asked angrily.
The Parons spun around and his brutal manner changed immediately to one of a brutal coward. He backed off while Carol slumped to the floor.
"How did you get in here?" he screeched, his eyes displaying the mad state of his mind.
"I came down from Heaven." she said quietly. "You are a disgrace to the cloth you wear, desecrating a Holy Cloth, you vile creature. I don't have any religion but I would tread in fear if I defiled anything sacred," she said seriously. "You filthy, utterly disgusting reprobate!"
The Parson burst into tears and groveled on the floor. Lynda went to the weeping Carol.
"Go upstairs and dress." she said quietly, and she screwed her eyes up tight when she saw the welts up and down the girl's body.
"Who are you?" the frightened girl whispered.
"I know you, and that's enough." Lynda replied.
Vacantly, Carol ascended the stairs and awaited the return of Lynda. She heard an awful demon like scream come wailing up the steps and spun around.
"Let's find these papers." Lynda said and scattered everything in her search. They found them, of course and burned them, then scattered the ashes.
The Vice Syndicate in Sweden arranged that the death of the Parson was explained away as suicide. He had simply slipped off a overhead duck walk into a vat of fermenting wine. Why his prick and balls were missing, nobody seemed to ask!! !
CHAPTER SEVEN
As Carol finished her story, I couldn't help but let my heart go out to her. She was so young and had suffered so much.
"My poor young Carol." I said sympathetically.
"He had his just deserts." Lynda said happily.
"If you're crowd hadn't introduced narcotics into the country, it would never have happened." I returned on her, "and you picked an infant." I registered as much disgust as I could.
"She was beyond suspicion, my dear." Lynda said simply.
"You make me want to vomit." I spat at her.
"Anyway, now you know why she is mine." Lynda said.
"Yours, yours?" I retorted vehemently.
"How can you lay any claim to her? It was your type of vileness that brought her so much suffering."
"But she has been well looked after. She has clothes and money, all that she wants," Lynda flushed.
"And what about when she wants to leave the syndicate?" I asked quietly, "will they let ger go?"
Lynda spun around to me, her face a picture of fury. "She will not ever want to leave. For all the time she lives, she will be well looked after."
"And what happens when the narcotics people catch up with her?" I argued.
"Lynda's eyes closed up to narrow slits. "Go to bed sweetie." she said to Carol.
"What are you going to do?" the girl asked.
"Nothing. I swear that whatever happens after you have gone to bed, Jenny will ask me to do." Lynda said craftily.
"Lynda ....", Carol started to argue.
"GO. .TO. .BED." Lynda thundered. Carol left the room in a gallop and Lynda and I were alone.
I was still tied to the post and then Lynda turned on me and her hands came up and held my jutting titties. Any other time I would have had no objection at all, but our last argument had made me bitter. She was still a lovely woman, and her hands were marvelous tools. It was only with difficulty that I shrugged away. She smiled, and then went to her desk from which she produced a syringe. I stared wide-eyed.
"What's that?" I asked, fear in my voice.
"What is it." I insisted on knowing.
"You know that drink you had with Gloria, and then again the night I arrived?" She asked.
"I remember...." Lordie, that drink! How
"Carol I promised you that nothing would happen without her consent, you just watch!"
Lynda undid the cords and my arms hung limp, the blood started to go through me again and I helped the circulation. It was only a matter of minutes before I felt the first twinges of fire, the deep need! I hated Lynda for this.
Carol had been seated in a chair and so had I. Slowly my nipples started to burn and ache and my cunt! It is a very strange feeling, it causes a deep and driving desire to be fucked. I could feel it getting hotter and hotter. Lynda came up and as her hand enveloped my right titty, I drew back my shoulders. It was a wonderful thrilling sensation as warm heat fused through my breast. Then the other one, and I was sorry she had stopped.
"Use both hands," I gasped imploring her.
"Beg, tramp," she sneered. I went on my knees.
I just had to have her. "Pleeeease ... do whatever you like with them." I held both tits up to her, " and my cunt ... and my ass, too."
"Aren't you sorry you stopped me?" she teased.
"Yes, I am very sorry, honestly." I sobbed as the fires in my pussy and tits raged higher and higher. She dragged me to a chair and when she sat in it, she made me kneel before her and pull my shoulders back. My tits thrust out in full weight towards her. She held just the nipples in her fingers and squeezed.
'PLEASE ... I. .FEEL ... SOOOOOO ... HOOORNNY"
I begged her, and told her she could whip my ass if she wanted, as hard as she pleased, as many strokes as she pleased, just so long as brought about my orgasm. How she took advantage of that serum!! She made me lay across her lap like a naughty child and then she belabored my ass with a stiff hairbrush. It was awful, yet sweet!! ! Then as my ass burned, she yanked open my thighs and I felt her hand feeding the large dildo into my pussy as I lay across her lap.
The following morning, Carol brought me in a cup of coffee.
"How long are you staying?" she asked.
"I shall be off this week-end." I told her ruefully.
"Jenny, I know that a police-woman is always on duty and that you will report Lynda and I as drug peddlers, but could you hold up the information for a week?" she asked sweetly.
"Carol, you must be mad." I told her astonished.
"But Lynda and I are staying for another week and we would like to have a last fling." she begged.
"Carol, I am going to walk out of that door at End of this week, and no Lynda, or syndicate is going to stop me." I said vehemently. "Now, it will take me some time to make out a report, but I can't make a promise. Nor can I exclude you, even though I do love you very much." I said softly, half-ashamed at my own admission.
We both felt so sad, a deep and hungry ache sparked off inside me and I reached under her housecoat to feel her young titties. The housecoat was all she had on!! Slowly, she took it off and wiggled herself into the sheets beside my naked body. A wonderful tingling sensation went over my skin where her body touched mine. It was fantastically wonderful to have her laying like this, my hands covering her breasts, squeezing them gently and fully enjoying the texture of her. Then I slowly palmed my hand down to her bushy cunt. She groaned, then turned towards me.
"Finger me." she pleaded softly, "please, oh please push your fingers inside me, ... ah ... yes ... yes...",
I had sorted out the channel of her twat and pushed through the slippery muscles and finger-fucked her high in the cunt passage. Air hisses through her lips as I toyed with her lovely cunt, and she felt for mine. Our titties mashed together as I felt two fingers drive up my own cuntie. She matched me stroke for stroke, our nipples throbbed together, our lips met and then it was like an orgyic battleground as we finger-fucked each other furiously. The bed looked an absolute mess when we both lay back gasping from our tremendous orgasms. I don't know at what part of the fucking the bed clothes had gone on the floor, but they scattered in every direction.
We smoked silently, each laying on our backs, not bothering to cover ourselves. Our free hands that were not holding the cigarettes were on the other's cunt!! !
"You had a nasty experience, Carol, when Lynda first met you. I think the police would not stress the charges against you." I said suddenly.
"I don't know." she said doubtfully.
"I would be in the court, I would have something to say," I assured her.
"I'm very doubtful." she shook her head fearfully. We remained silent and finished our cigarettes.
"You remember the Parson thing." she said suddenly.
"Yes Darling." I felt so sorry for her.
It wasn't all bad." she said quietly.
"I should imagine most of it was." I told her.
"No, do you know, sometimes I used to look forward to going up to see him." she said quietly.
"What do you mean?" I was interested!
"I used to want him to do those things," she turned her head towards me and stared me in the eyes.
"What, the humiliation, the shame?" I was dumbfounded.
"Yes, especially when he would strip me and fuck me, and sometimes when I was on my knees, my wrists tied behind my back, I used to beg him earnestly to fuck me. I once begged him to put his prick in my mouth and piss into my mouth." she said quietly.
I must admit I was more than a trifle shocked. I sat up on one arm and looked down at her lovely face. I couldn't make her out.
"You think I am quite mad don't you?" she asked silently, her worried sweet face looking up at me.
"Mad?? If you are mad for enjoying that treatment then I am mad for being Les and letting Lynda treat me the way she did last night." I told her.
"Yes, I agree, but Lesbianism is a more or less recognized form of perversion. Mine is a Sadomaschochism, and that puts me in the class of the real nuts." she told me openly.
"Don't be so silly." I quietly discouraged her.
"I dream of you, Jenny." she said quietly, "and it always involves the Rectory in Sweden, .and you! Instead of the Parson, it is you who is putting the welts on my back! It is you who I am kneeling before, begging you to do all those things to me." she was very unhappy and very puzzled.
"It's easily explained, Darling. You know I am a narcotics agent, and you, in your mind see me as the punishing person for your drug crime."
"It's not all that, Jenny. It's me. I'm crazy, I'm sure of it."
Her face was so pathetic that I smiled and pulled her head to my breasts. She was so lovely.
"You're not crazy, I promise you." I smiled.
"But it isn't only in my dreams that I crave it.
I feel like it when I am awake." she whispered gently. She was so utterly miserable, and this girl was so very much in love, and I considered myself fortunate that I was the recipient of that love.
"Jenny ... wouYd you ... would you. .please?"
"Would I what, darling." I asked as I nuzzled her hair, soft hair it was and so pleasing.
"Put me over your knee, please." she implored.
"I can't darling, I just can't." I almost wept for her. "You see, I'm not made that way that I can hurt somebody I love so much. I just can't."
"But if you love somebody, and it means so much to them, what then?" she argued.
I shook my head at her argument. "Would it really please you?" I asked unhappily.
"Mmmmmmm, yes it would very much." she replied.
"Get me a slipper." I said with a smile.
Her gazelle like body darted out of the bed and she brought back one of Linda's leather soled slippers. She handed it to me happily.
"Across the chair, .or what?" she asked.
"No. Kneel on the edge of the mattress." I said.
She posed herself , legs widely parted, head well down, her ass up and thrusting. "Hard, please darling." she breathed. I looked at the delightful spectacle she portrayed and shook my head unhappily. I could see the sweet jewel of her cunt peeping out at the lower edge of her curving ass. It was half-hearted beating. Her ass turned a deep red, and I know she felt it, as the smacking went on I came down harder, but I could not say it was a good thing. Her pussy was hot and moist by the time I had finished and I knelt down on the floor and pulled her down to my lips and sucked at the cunt I so badly craved.
I had decided to leave that night. I packed my bags that afternoon. Carol knew I was leaving and she produced the film that Lynda had taken earlier. I told her to burn it. With a whoosh, the evidence against me was gone.
"Please, Jenny, I love you so very much." she whispered as tears rolled down her sweet face.
"Carol, dear sweet and lovely Carol," I hugged her to me. We bear-hugged it for some minutes, I do not know where Lynda was. I didn't care much either.
"It's funny seeing you with clothes on." she smiled, "and Jenny, you really are lovely, really lovely," she surprised me by the earnestness of her voice. Suddenly my mind was made up.
"Go pack your bag." I told her.
"But ... Jenny...", she started to argue.
"Pack your bags, .you're coming with me." I said.
"Oh. I can't," she argued.
"Carol, I really will tan your hide." I said angrily. I saw a sparkle come into her eyes.
"I know now that I have only to make you angry and you would be my angry auntie, spanking her naughty niece," she smiled happily and saucily.
"Come on, get your things." I repeated.
She virtually skipped into the house and, within minutes, she returned with a small carrying case.
I was in top gear by the time I reached the main road, and then we saw Lynda's car ease in at the front gates. She wasn't alone, she had three smartly dressed men with her.
"Hey," she shouted as she passed us and I saw her braking. I turned the wheel and was on the main highway, geared into high and eating up the miles as fast as I could. Lynda's car was a receding spot in my rear view mirror.
"Could they catch up with us?" Carol asked looking through the rear window.
"With their car?" I laughed scoffingly. The Thunderbird purred at close to a hundred and my foot wasn't on the floor yet!!
"I think they're gaining," she said, a crease on her forehead.
"Don't worry, we'll soon be home." I assured her.
"Those men are the liquidators." she said quietly.
"The murderers." I corrected her.
"Same thing. They must have come to get you." she said her voice worried.
"Probably." I answered as nonchalantly as I could.
"Nasty bastards." she shrugged her shoulders. "I know all about them, and their techniques.
I continued to shoot down the highway with Gloria in hot pursuit. Suddenly, out of nowhere it seemed, two black Cadillac's were zeroing in on me I was forced to stop. This is it, I thought to myself clutching Carol to me!
"What's up, Miss Matthews. I'm Agent Wilson, out here to pick up Lynda Snelding and a couple of her gorilla's we followed in from Phoenix!"
"They're right behind us, Wilson, or, rather," I had turned back to look, "they've stopped and are going back. Go get them!" And they did.
Carol and I live together now. Because of her age and because she willingly gave vital and valuable information, she was handed a suspended sentence, especially when the department found I was going to take her over for "rehabilitation." Lynda and her two monkeys were sent up for life.
I'm still in the service but in more of an instructor capacity in Washington. Carol and I have a lovely apartment and are extremely happy. We suck and fuck each other practically every night and on weekends we go to a small cabin where I spank and whip that beautiful ass that I love so. Then we get down to the good part and really have a great cunt-sucking orgy! You may not approve of our love, but remember, to each his own!
