The lawyer was very successful, but his money had been unable to satisfy all his cravings. He had a peculiarity, a desire to be hurt and humiliated by women. He also desired to hurt and humiliate women in return.
He never suspected that his new secretary Alice, a raven-haired nineteen-year-old beauty, would like to be spanked. But she asked to be spanked one day when he had discovered a mistake in her work, and she had loved it.
Alice for her part never conceived that she and the lawyer would enter into a sadistic-masochistic relationship, but that is what happened.
They were happy for a while, she dressing up in heels and leather uplift bras, plus a chastity belt, and he in his leather dick strap, the one that held his balls out and up. But, in time, they were bored.
That's when they found out that his client, the notable Mrs. Zigo, a stacked middle-aged redhead, had a desire to be humiliated and punished by a couple.
Soon the curvy, seductive secretary and her sex-mad boss had Mrs. Zigo tied and spread-eagled on the office desk, awaiting pain, and they gave it to her.
Mrs. Zigo gave the lawyer an idea, a profitable one. The lawyer was told that a judge, old Judge Murchison, was a lecher and also a bug for whipping women. Since the lawyer's case was due to be decided by the old man, the lawyer was in an ideal position to influence the results.
Spreading black powder of an aphrodisiacal nature on his secretary's pussy lips, he sent her in to be "taken" by the sex-mad old judge. He won the case.
The lawyer next seduced Anita Cohell, the long-legged, sophisticated woman that he had helped divorce her husband. Anita missed the canings and belt whippings her husband used to give her and pleaded with the lawyer to continue where her husband had left off.
There were then five people in the judicial sex and pain society, and anything goes when five people all love to receive pain and to give pain.
CHAPTER ONE
Matthew Lattimore was a good-looking guy, good-looking, wealthy and respected. He was one of the best trial lawyers in Gotham. He was also secretly one of the crookedest, and one of the most sexually ambitious lawyers. His secretary-to-be, pert Miss Williams, knew what he was, and she knew she would love him-if he was MEAN!-mean sexually.
Alice Williams had found a career when she was accepted for employment by Mr.
Lattimore. Of course she had some typing skill and a curvy voluptuous body, but she also became Mr. Lattimore's servant, his sexual partner. That she would be his partner in bizarre sex was evident the day the raven-haired temptress first walked into his plush office.
She had seen the advertisement for legal secretary in the City Times, and the subway ride from her apartment in the West Side high-rise wasn't very long. She came out of the elevator, ass wiggling appealingly in her short skirt. It was Mr. Lattimore's office door that stared her right in the face. He rented the whole sixteenth floor.
Very rich, thought pouting Alice, rich and also successful, if what I read in the papers is correct. In the paper that morning had been the story of Mr. Lattimore winning the Zigo case. That case had taken ten months to try and ended with acquittal for Mrs. Zigo, accused of stealing her own diamond necklace to cash in on the insurance.
Would such a famous lawyer want a girl of nineteen, one with strange sexual ideas? Would the lawyer want one with a buxom figure and a round rump, to be his personal secretary?
Sure he would, thought Alice, pulling her neckline a little lower and standing more erect in her high heels as she opened the door. Her breasts were like mountains determined to rip open the skin-tight dress. Her tight white stomach under the flimsy material was so firm that you could punch it.
Of course the door did not open into Mr. Lattimore's office directly. How stupid of me, thought the sexy girl. A dowdy secretary, her notes scattered every which way, her intercom askew on the desk, looked up and grimaced.
"Yes?"
"I am here to apply for the job."
The spinster-type woman looked Alice up and down twice, frowned, and buzzed Mr. Lattimore. "A young woman here for the job."
Then Alice heard his voice for the first time, and she pouted her lips. It was the voice of command that spoke directly to her, ignoring the secretary: "COME IN!"
Alice's boobs were nearly popping from their low-cut neckline as she undulated like Mata Hari through the oak doors portal. She sat open-legged, spread wide for his long glances up her skirt.
It's hard to get a job; if a girl has assets she should use them. Typing is not enough any more, fuck-jobs are better. Give a good fuck-job and you will probably get any position. That's what they had told her at secretarial school, where she had learned office skills and how to sit with her legs open when interviewed.
Mr. Lattimore's handsome rugged features bore down on her face, and he said, "A girl that dresses like you ought to be spanked."
Flames shot into her pussy. If only he would spank me, she thought, I would be so happy! Men don't understand that a lot of young women go in for discipline nowadays.
Matthew grunted, "You are appealing." He lit a thin cigar, the kind he always posed with in the City Times, the kind that was his trademark, the kind he puffed in the faces of juries.
"Thank you." She was winning, she knew that. Perhaps it was because she had on stockings with a shiny metal garter belt, and with no panties at all. Perhaps it was because, as she spread and slumped in the chair, her swollen pussy lips could be seen so clearly. She had removed her cunt hair.
She decided that for once she was going to be frank. She hinted obviously that she was available for sexual abuse. That's what she wanted and she asked for it: "I heard you say you would like to spank me. I think it is your right as my future employer to do what you wish!"
He got up and walked over and locked the door. Alice could see a stiffness inside his fly. He had a hard-on!
"Spank you? I think I will! What is your name?"
"Alice Williams," she said red-faced. "Perhaps I have been too blunt, Mr. Lattimore."
"Nonsense. Come lay across my lap and I will spank you."
Her inflamed pussy lips engorged further as she lay across his lap and as he drew her skirt up to her waistline, revealing her bare ass.
"Good, no underwear! I don't think women should ever wear undies, do you, Alice?"
She started to say no, but he was already soundly thrashing her round full buttocks with his fast hands. It sent waves across her pained rippling flesh, pleasing her pussy.
"Can you type?" he asked. Alice could feel his dick against her crotch on the other side of her body from the spanking.
"A little," she gasped, her rump being chastised by his hand.
"You're hired!"
She smiled as he pounded her fat ass. Alice groaned in satisfaction. She had a job, a hard-on under her, and a good thrashing, all at the same time! She sighed, she cried, eventually she screamed. Her rump was red and raw, which became black and blue, when he finished.
"That's wonderful!" she gasped tearfully as she kissed the lawyer.
He smiled and called his old secretary on the intercom. "Miss Renquist, you are relieved of your duties!"
"Now," he said to Alice, "let's see if you can still wiggle your ass when you sit on my big hairy dork!"
Alice was in heaven. She had found a rich successful and handsome man that wanted to do to her the things most men are too timid to try. She stood, nearly drooling, removed her clothing and dropped them to the floor as he stared with his x-ray eyes. She blushed when he insisted that she leave on her gleaming metal garter belt and black stockings.
"You have shaved your pubis very nicely," he observed. "I like that!"
She needed no encouragement once ready for sex, to bend over and unzip him. She pulled his big, curved cock from his sweaty underpants as he sat there.
"Sit down on it at once, Miss Williams!" he demanded.
She knew that she must obey that voice. She knew it would be the voice that would command her completely for the next years of her life. She surrendered. She lowered her eyes as she wiggled down on his dork, letting the strong tip of the reddened cock head pierce between her pussy lips.
She moaned and he got purple-faced as she slid, as she let it slide deeper and deeper, inch by girl-moist inch into her quim, into her well of man's pleasure.
"I liked it when you kissed me, I liked it when you spanked me too," she whispered.
He slapped her across the face. "Only speak when commanded to speak, bitch!" The purple-faced man's dick twitched violently in her vaginal canal as she started to heave up and down, up and down on his sopping wet pussy-sunk dick.
She lowered her eyes, but her furious slamming up and down, up and down, increased in tempo. There is nothing in the world that turns on a woman like pain and humiliation, the lawyer knew that and Miss Williams knew that. She looked forward to the next step. What would it be?
She groaned and coughed and writhed and shook and came ahead of the handsome man. She was done and thought he was, so she tried to stand, tried to pull away. The lawyer wouldn't let her. He forced her down, pressing on her shoulder blades until she was firmly welded around his twitching peter, and he ordered her to keep bouncing up and down.
"But I am tired."
He slapped her repeatedly, until she started banging up and down, up and down with her wet pussy around his scepter. He finally ball-heaved a bucket of white, warm gravy into her womb.
And I didn't take my pill today, she thought.
He let her up, reluctantly, after he ordered her to wiggle like a motherfucker so that his dick would be entirely clear of all its ample come. All his baby-makers were now coursing around in her warm, wet body.
"Not bad, bitch. But you have stained the zipper area of my pants with your spurting girl-come. You will be punished for that!"
"Already? Again?"
He pushed her naked body, with her boobs bouncing. His limp dick was still hanging dripping from his fly. He slapped her as she tried to avoid him. He slapped her breasts!
"Stop!" she uttered. "My breasts hurt."
"Shut the fuck up, you horny bitch!" he whacked her on her fanny with his left fist as she turned to avoid any more blows to her sore nipples.
Then there was a pause. She peeked over her right shoulder as she stood near the wall, trembling, bare-assed, barefooted on the thick, warm carpet. He was slipping off his big, brown belt.
"What are you doing?"
There was no stopping the red-faced lawyer. He was going to thrash his new secretary, he said, so that from that day forth she would wear his marks on her naked pale thighs! He pushed her to the floor and ordered her to open her legs wide.
"Wider, you scum-sucking bitch!"
She spread wider, watching his penis become like a flagpole as he stared up her sopping, bare pussy lips.
She wanted to be hit there and he knew it. She was afraid that he would hit her clit, that he would come too close to her hairless cunt with the strap, or even worse, with the metal buckle. But she wanted pain!
She had an idea just before he began thrashing the pale sensitive area of her inner thighs above her stocking tops, close to her sex. "How much do I get paid for being secretary?"
She knew he wouldn't want her to quit, but she knew that no matter how little the pay, she would remain his sex-slave. She needed rough treatment, she had ever since puberty. But he didn't know that. He would offer a high price, she hoped.
"Four hundred!" he snarled.
"A month? I don't think...."
"A week!" he yelled, smashing the strap across her thigh on the right side a quarter inch from her wet prize. She writhed in pleasurable pain. Not since my father, she thought.
As he continued to satisfy the naked squirming figure on the carpet, the lawyer started spurting into the air with his jerking throbbing blue-veined dork.
He fell upon her wide-spread ample thighs and buried his dick again in its opulent splendor, shoving his cock head in between her red-streaked thighs, all the way to her womb.
She groaned in painful ecstasy. "I love you," she whispered.
"Fuck you bitch! You are my slave!" He came again in her tickling, urgently squirming, heaving hips.
That's what she liked to hear from men as they came in her pussy. Alice liked to hear curses, abuse being hurled at her. She liked to be treated as a fucking machine, as a sexual object, as a man's property. Only then could she be truly happy. She needed domination, but she also liked to dish it out. She hoped, as the trial lawyer pounded his meat into her hairless source, that he liked to receive as well as give pain and humiliation.
He didn't disappoint her. He stripped when he finished. He stripped and he ordered her to take the strap and work him over. She marveled at his well-exercised, tight body, at its rippling muscles, at its well-hung hairy pleasure rod, at his stone-like balls.
"I will hit you, you fuck!" She smiled, and her oozing pussy delighted every time she successfully slammed the belt across the chest or thighs of the kneeling man. If all secretaries were like me, she thought, there would be a lot more happy bosses! Men have to be punished for their sexual aggressions-if they aren't, they feel guilty.
She wanted to be sure that Mr. Lattimore didn't feel guilty.
"Stop cringing, you worm!" She paused to go over to put on her high heels. Now she wore heels, stockings and her gleaming garter belt, and he was naked.
"Now you spread wide!" she commanded. Towering over the figure cringing on his knees, she decided to make him really fear her.
"Spread?" he said. "No, just...."
"Shut the fuck up, worm!" she slapped him powerfully with her left hand, across his face. "You lay down and spread. I am going to do what you did to me!"
"But if you hit my...."
She kicked him with a high heel. Terrified at his new secretary's fury, the naked lawyer lay down on his back and spread so that his balls hung enticingly between his thighs. "Wider!"
He nearly was in a split as she whipped his inner thighs rapidly, furiously as he cried out. The only thing that kept him there for the awful pain was her statement that if he tried to get up, she would belt-whip his balls.
On the last vicious blow she did hit his balls and he doubled up like a stepped-on ant.
"Sorry, I guess I am not an accurate whipper. Something got in my eye," she lied.
"Bitch!" He bit her big left toe, tried to, but she had her shoe on. If she didn't he would have severed her toe.
She kicked him in the ribcage. "Worm! Filthy worm! You will suffer as much or more as you make me suffer!"
"Agreed!" he yelled.
I've done it, thought Alice. I have established an S & M relationship at last, after years of searching. I can get my sexual pleasure at last!
She fell upon him and kissed his naked body all over.
He did the same to hers, licking all her wounds, telling her sweet nothings.
Two S & M lovers entwined eventually start biting. Such was the case.
"Ow!" he shouted. "Why you horny motherfucking scum-sucking degenerate bitch!"
"Ow! You slimy cunt-lapping degenerate coward!"
So it went on the floor behind his desk for the next half hour, for a bite is a delight to a pair of S & M devotees.
They knew from the first few bites that they were in love, in bittersweet love with one another, and the lawyer and his secretary made an unwritten bond between each other. They would go on beating the crap out of each other, they would go on demeaning and humiliating one another.
Sex pleasures are of many types, and one out of every seven people need pain and degradation to come properly.
Their romance blossomed from spanking to belt whipping, to biting and finally to utter domination of one another.
That night, in Mr. Lattimore's urgently urbane bachelor digs, naked Alice was on the floor with her hands tied to her ankles behind her. She was kneeling in front of the red-faced, pecker-throbbing man.
He had her tied for a reason. He wanted her to be helpess, and she wanted him to take her that way, to sexually attack and punish her while she struggled hopelessly and awkwardly tied as he forced her open on the cold wooden floor.
She was not gagged because he liked to hear her pleas, her screams. His flat was tastefully soundproofed. He had flogged women before, flogged them and taken them up the ass like he was about to do to Miss Williams, luscious, breasty Miss Williams, the S & M secretary he had dreamed wet dreams about for years. He loved her.
"Here, see!" He showed her the cat-o'-nine-tails that he was about to beat the daylights out of her with, the whip that had cost forty dollars and caused agonizing pain. It would be applied on her buttocks, her thighs, her breasts, and perhaps on her pussy itself, he intimated.
"No!" she gasped. "You said not on my pussy!"
He smiled and curved the many thick black coils of knotted leather in his hands. He wore a red satin bathrobe and was barefooted. She was utterly naked, and her hands were of no use to her. He lifted her knees and toppled her backwards, her head against the cold floor, her black shining hair deliciously spread on the floor like a crown.
She looked so sad, he thought, so sad and defenseless. That's the way he liked women, sad and defenseless, spread open and with red streaks from whippings on their thighs.
He opened her reluctant knees, and observed her hairless pussy lips. There were pink curls of flesh on either side of her hole, a gaping long passage for penis thrills. He wondered how many men's penises had been in there and whether or not they too punished the girl for her sexual desires.
"Now," he said, "if you just keep wide open, you slimy bitch, I will see what I can do for you."
"Please! Not on my clitoris! I can't stand that pain!"
"I want to save your clit for some burning peppers I had imported from Mexico. Don't worry, I will not whip your pussy lips either; I want to continue where I left off on your legs."
He whipped her, each blow sending screams of agony-delight from her lips. She kept her legs open wide, open despite the intenseness of the cat-o'-nine-tails' rending blows. She devoured the pain, and it wound up thrilling her wetness, thrilling her lower spine and spilling into her quim with all sorts of delightful sensations.
He worked over her calves, her wrists at her ankles, her lower arms, her thighs again, even more painfully than with the belt.
She cried out for mercy, but of course there is no such thing in such a relationship. She gave him no quarter and he gave her none. That's the way it had to be, for both their sakes.
Crying as he stopped the vicious assault and threw off his red robe, to reveal his swollen reason, she watched as he took a vial from the table and spilled its content into his right palm. The black powder, she realized, was the pussy-burning, Mexican excitement powder he had spoken of. She felt nothing except a little warmth as he rubbed it furiously on her clit and then on her pussy lips. Then a sensation started creeping along her veins, in her vagina. A tickling....
Suddenly urgent flames of desire, irresistible pelvis-convulsing pains like knife slashes rose from her powdered pussy and she began twitching and having cunt spasms, her face reddening. "I can't. I can't stand it!"
"You have to my dear. It doesn't stop for half an hour. It will make you writhe and quiver and be unable to ever get enough pussy pleasure during that time."
She pleaded with him to penetrate her as she raised her hips up in quick quaking motions. Her bindings chafed her ankles and wrists. She wanted to grab him and force him to satisfy her, but he was out of reach and she was tied.
"Now! Please get on me. Please shove it in me. For heaven's sake, Mr. Lattimore, screw the shit out of me!"
That's exactly what he did, to her chagrin. While her womb splashed come, while she cried out for vaginal entrance, he turned her tied body over and gave it to her in her tight asshole, shoving his shit scooper in and out in and out as she groaned and buttocks-quivered under his mighty penetrations.
"Please! Put the damned dick in my quim. I will do anything, but put your peter into my cunt, you fuck!"
He came in her chocolate pudding hole, spraying shit all over the room in the last urgent plunging seconds of his furious red-faced climax. Her bowels ached for spermy discharge into the toilet bowl, but he wasn't done. As she pleaded for pussy satisfaction, he stroked and bit her titties until they were full of teeth marks, all circular and even.
She screamed, "Put it in, for heaven's sake, do it to my quim!"
He rose as she twitched and shook convulsively on the floor and went to the icebox and took out an ice cube.
He put it up her shaking twat as she screamed out. Only when the ice cube was freezing her womb did he shove his whole hand into her cunt up to his wrist and probe around her insides, playing with her womb and the ice cube as she groaned in agony-pleasure. She was so wide! Perhaps she had been entered as a child, he thought.
That night as they cuddled and kissed madly in bed, on the satin sheets, she told him about how her father used to beat and take her in the cunt when she was eight and nine years old, before she had puberty.
She told him she liked to think she was still a little girl being entered, that's why she always kept her quim shaven-little girls don't have triangle hair!
He said he loved her and that she should get some decent clothes so they could go out. He told her that the next day she should go shopping with him, shopping for a leather body stocking, for some silks and a rubber bra and for some nice transparent dresses. She said she would love to shop!
She woke up with a start because he had held a lit cigar against her left nipple, near a whip mark. She kissed him all over his body. He burned her slightly again, smiling as he did, as he burned her inner thigh. She loved pain, loved it.....
Her long locks were spread on the white pillow, her pale but marked thighs and breasts covered with a sheet as he mounted her and pressed against her. "I love you," he said.
She smiled as he touched the cigars hot tip to her earlobe on the left side. She winced too.
In the bathroom, while she sat pissing on the toilet, he shaved in the mirror. Then, as she flushed and was about to stand up and dress, he unclipped the electric razor's head and snapped on a massager attachment in its place. He knelt naked in front of her and put the vibrating massager to her sperm-caked pussy lips, sending sexual sensation to her quim, wetting her for another penetration, making her legs open and close in pleasure as he rubbed her clit with the bussing massager's tip.
"I love you," he said. He moved the massager up to her left tit, the one he had cigar burned. She groaned, diddling her pussy with her right hand.
In the office that day, sitting where the dowdy old secretary used to hold court, Miss Williams could barely type. Her tit burns and her raw ass constantly reminded her of her painful session the night before. Nevertheless, she hoped Mr. Lattimore would call her for more sex, call her on the intercom.
He did call. He told her to bring the letter to Miss Farnsworth, formerly Mrs. Rothington, into the office for his signature.
When she walked in the door, wearing the flimsy blouse and short skirt she had worn the day before, he told her forcefully to put the letter down and climb up on the big oak desk and spread, with her hands behind her back.
Her pussy rage of the night before due to the Mexican sex powder still was present, though subdued. She wanted his hairy presence in her front or her rear. It didn't matter where, so she climbed up and spread, spread wide on her stomach on the flat cold surface of wood.
"I'm going to do it to you, up your quim with my dick, but from the rear, so I can rest my pelvis on your lashed buttocks. But first, before I shove my dick in," he said, "I must be sure you are wet. Are you wearing underpants?"
Lying spread on the desk top, the willing secretary pulled her skirt up in back to prove that she wasn't. She had on stockings and a garter belt, that was all the underwear she ever wore, winter or summer.
"Good," he smiled, his pants fly zipped open by his hands and his pecker springing into view. "I plan to beat your ass with this big souvenir letter opener!"
She turned a bit to see what he was holding. It was big, about a foot and a half long, and it was a letter opener, the kind you get as a joke, too big for real use, except that it was an ideal ass paddle.
He began whacking the thin hand down hard across her sensitized red-marked ass mounds and she groaned and her pussy spurted welcome juice.
He reached a finger in after a while to see that she was wet. "You're all nice," he smiled.
"Do it, motherfucker. I am ready!"
He slammed into her pussy lips from the rear, his anxious twitching red cock head easily sliding below her ass crack and slipping all the way up, up, up! She screamed in ecstasy and started a quick jiggling motion in her squirming rump, making him furious to come in her tornado hole.
"Faster and harder!" she urged, panting for his hot dick up in her jury room. "I can't feel you enough!"
He pleased her, but he didn't care whether he did or not, as there was only one thing on his mind, to come! To spurt up her ever-loving horny hole like a mad motherfucker!
A girl's ass pressing up against your stomach and wiggling like all hell is just the thing to turn you on. Matthew spilled his evidence up her exhibit and then turned her over and bit on her guilty nipples.
Alice liked to get bit on her breasts, provided that the lover bit hard enough to leave marks, but not hard enough to draw blood. Matthew did it just that way.
"How do you like the new marks on your titties, you slimy bitch-cunt," asked the drooling man, leering into her face as her hips bucked from the after quake of her come-gush.
"Wonderful, bite me more! more!"
He did!
The scum-filled nineteen-year-old nude couldn't get enough pain today, Matthew saw that. Perhaps he would have to use the carrot peeler on her breasts.
She told him that she didn't like the feel of his cock's hairs on her pale bare pelvis.
"What do you suggest?"
"Shave it!"
"Is that an order?"
"You bet."
"But...."
"You heard me." She pushed him off her, and she ran and picked up the cat-o'-nine-tails. All appointments had been cancelled for the day, she knew that. She forced him into the John and told him to use the razor, the electric razor.
He said, "I have a better idea." Mostly he had an idea that would save his big dick from cuts and nicks. He didn't trust even an electric razor to clean his oalls off and Alice insisted that they too be shorn of offending hair.
He opened the medicine chest and removed the aerosol can of hair depilatory, the one he used to thin out his chest hairs. He didn't like too much body hair, but he had never thought to remove his cock hair.
"Good!" the whip-wielding teen secretary of pain smiled, "Spray it all over your damned crotch and wash the hairs away in the shower!"
He sprayed the foul smelling stuff all over his balls and cock, and especially between his legs and on his ass crack, until all his hairs shriveled up. Then she ordered him to take a hot shower. She watched as the water whisked away the remnants of all his pube hair. He was as he was before puberty, hairless. His erect dick looked more huge than ever and she got anxious, twitching in her twat at its engorged condition.
"Wonderful! You are as hairless as I am! Now fuck the damned pussy lips off me, you bull of a man. Make me come five or six times with your stiff hard-on. I need you in me, I must have sex, painful sex at least ten times an hour!"
He believed her. Ever since he had first laid his spanking hand on her round firm fanny, she had wanted sex pain and humiliation at all times, even when eating dinner! He spread her as she was, holding the whip, bending her over the toilet seat and shoving mightily into her quim hole, delighting in the splash of come that he and she made together as-they squirmed and twisted, as he dove wetly in and out of her crawling hot steam pit with his pounding rivet gun.
It made him think of the case he had won about a construction worker assaulting a policeman with a jack-hammer. The construction worker had been on the picket line during a big strike and the cop tried to make a pinch and had gotten his chops crunched by radical union men.
He had gotten the worker off, he had gotten the jack-hammer, exhibit A, thrown out of court as insufficient evidence. Of course, it had cost the union a bundle to bribe the judge through Matthew, but....
He slammed a quart of warm gushing come into her vaginal tract, sending hot waves of ecstatic quaking up her quivering, twisting spine, making her flush red in the cheeks.
She wiggled her ass violently, and his eyes rolled as her cunt muscles tightened in a series of spasms, refusing to let his big hairless pink dork out of her pussy lips.
"Let me out!"
"I can't help it. My vaginal wall has contracted in pleasure spasms. This happens once in a while with me. It happened in a drive-in movie once, and my guy had to drive home with his dork imbedded in my twat, and pry me off in the garage with a crowbar while his father pounded on the door, thinking that he was in there with his father's pet alligator...."
"What?"
"Forget it. I said you will just have to wait...." she replied.
"I sure hope you expand your pussy soon, I am hungry as hell."
"Perhaps we could send out for food?"
"How?"
"Waddle with me over to the phone, and call the Chinese restaurant."
They waddled, still stuck together, over to the office phone and called for a delivery of chicken chow mein and beef lo mein.
They were still stuck together when the office bell rang and they waddled together naked over to the door, opened it a crack, Alice gave the delivery man a ten and took the package from his hand. "Keep the change!"
"Thank you missy!" came the voice.
"I suppose," said the giggling contracted bent over girl, "that he wondered why my hand came out the door crack with a ten spot, and why it was so low down. Do you think we will ever unglue?"
"Unglue?"
"Well, I put some wood glue in my cunt because you always pull out so fast," said the woman pierced in the twat, bent over opening a carton of chicken chow mein as she stood barefooted and naked.
"You what?"
"I put glue in my twat. I thought it wouldn't stick this much."
"You idiot! I have appointments today, you fucking degenerate pain-bitch!"
"No, you don't. I cancelled them."
"Scum-sucking twat?"
"I did."
He began pounding her on the ass, but she just started chewing the chicken chow mein, trying to keep balanced.
"I feel like the back end of a horse," he moaned.
"Want your lo mein?"
"Oh, I suppose so, I guess so."
They ate, without forks, with their teeth, like dogs.
CHAPTER TWO
Steam was finally applied from a steam crinkle-remover that Matthew kept in the closet to smooth the wrinkles in his suits. They unglued with a farting-type noise, and his limp sticky dork slipped out. It had taken hours of backbreaking labor plus hot steam burns on their sex parts to free them from the result of Alice's sexual insanity. Imagine putting glue in your twat, thought Matthew, as he was lying naked and exhausted on the floor. Imagine!
To spite her, he tied her thin wrists behind her back. She was ripe for more punishment, so she willingly let herself be tied in his chair too. He tied her with her legs spread wide and put glue on the big tennis racket handle and shoved it in her asshole, making it fit.
"After that sets for a few hours," the sadistic lawyer laughed, "let's see if you can go to the bathroom?"
While she pleaded with him to remove the tennis racket, he ate his Chinese food, using two pencils as chopsticks since he hadn't any forks in the office. Everybody is a jerk, he mused, as she pleaded. She puts glue in her twat and the Chinese guy doesn't bring any forks!
He looked at the label on the glue tube, "Warning: adheres to flesh. Do not get on skin or clothing."
He smiled. Let's see her try to take a crap with a tennis racket handle glued up her fat ass!
He untied her. She went into the bathroom and he could hear her grunt as she vainly tried to remove the ass-rending handle. Then he heard a splash as she sat down on the toilet seat and the tennis racket hung into the water. He chuckled when she cried out that she wanted to shit, but that the tennis racket wouldn't come out.
"Tough shit!" he snickered.
It was tough shit. In fact she groaned and groaned for a half hour unsuccessfully, trying to crap.
Then he told her that the steam wrinkle-remover machine could be used. He watched and laughed as she constantly burned her own ass with steam as she tried to get the racket out.
Finally it came loose and she ran into the John and she took an awful, smelly, urgent crap!
"I love you!" he yelled as he heard the splashing torrent of imprisoned turd slam into the toilet's water.
"I love you too," she groaned. Both were excited enough to screw again and they did, on the desk top, like always.
She moaned low and sexily as he shoved in a halting inch at a time with his hairless huge erection. But when he was in, all the way in, and when he started his long journey out, she yelled, "Give it to me you horny bare-assed cunt-lapper. Make me come, make your ball juice slap into my ever-loving creaming womb. Mess up my breasts, bite them, bite them, you pussy eater!"
He bit hard on her left titty as her whole body arched like a cobra under his drill-like dork, as his pulsating member pleased her madly gyrating bucking heaving squishy wet twat.
She shouted out, "Enough," but he didn't think he even had begun to bite. He shoved faster and faster in and out but he also bit her titties more and more fanatically, and she screamed in earnest, screamed as he screwed her twat and bit her tender often-whipped nipples.
"How do you like it?" he paused to say.
"Please, Matthew. Fuck but don't bite!"
As if to answer her, he bit her earlobe and she cried out with her face contorted. Soon however they were deep into each other's mouths with their probing tongues and they spurted madly from their bucking pelvises, making all the pain worthwhile.
Matthew realized that the urgency of his spill into her manhole was in part due to the raking she had given his bare buttocks with her fingernails. There were deep red raw gouges like lunar hills all over his pussy ass mounds, especially between his legs, behind his balls, and around his asshole.
She popped her finger out of its wiggling entry into his anus and laughed.
"Man you are something!" he complimented.
"You are something else!" she replied. "I think we ought to go this on TV."
"Why not?" he said. "Of course, the kids couldn't watch."
Their fantasies eventually led them to rake each other's rumps with letter openers from the desk drawer, and the pain made their sex parts eager again for pleasurable contact.
"Shove it up again, slimy bastard," she urged, biting his left ear.
He put it in fast and hard, lunging his pelvis at her widespread target on the desk top.
When they had both came a second time he told her that she could help him win a case the next day in court.
"How, darling?"
He explained.
The next day, she was ready to do as he asked, even to have sex.
The case was The United Coal Industries versus Jenkins, and Matthew represented the Jenkins' side. It was a hopeless case, the final day. The other side was about to win a stunning victory for their client, claiming damages to the sum of twenty million dollars from the Jenkins' company for obvious thievery of plans and equipment.
Matthew had an idea, and the idea used Alice.
The judge, a bald and bleary-eyed old codger named Muchison, was reputed to be a lech and a sadist as well.
Matthew had heard stories about how he would do anything, anything to get a fuck from a young girl, and if he could beat the shit out of her first to arouse his old dissipated pecker, the better.
The prosecution was summing up. "In short, your honor, we have proven beyond any doubt, that the Jenkins' firm willfully and illegally stole all the plans and designs for the new process refining from my firm!" The bucolic man seated himself, smiling.
Jenkins was tearing his hair out as he sat next to cool and calm Mr. Lattimore, "They have us, Lattimore. I won't pay you. You said you would get us off, you said."
"Relax, it's in the bag. "Matthew took a long puff on his thin and dark cigar, and with an air of confidence faced the judge. "Your honor, may I have a few words in private with the bench."
The judge agreed and the self-confident lawyer went up and whispered something to the judge.
The old judge scanned the room. "Where?" he said.
"Third row, on the aisle," said Matthew, smiling.
Seated in the third row, with her skirt all the way up her thighs and wearing no underwear, was Alice, his secretary. Her blouse was semi-transparent and her knockers rose and lowered with every deep sigh she made.
"Her?"
"Her." Matthew smiled. He walked back to Mr. Jenkins.
"Ahem," said the judge, "there will be an half hour recess, after which I will announce my verdict."
The old judge creaked out of his chair and opened the door to his private room. Alice entered the room by the haH door a minute later, and she smiled.
"Are you, er...."
"Yes. I am yours-yours if Jenkins wins acquittal!"
"Well, what do you do," the sly old bastard grimaced menacingly, "unless you do anything at all...."
"I do everything," she confided. She locked the door and stripped to her stockings and metal garter belt as he ogled her massive chest and round rump. Then she did a bump and grind naked dance, wiggling close to his black judicial robe, close enough to arouse.
"Everything?" he asked again.
"Everything!"
He started to pull his robe off and she helped him, kissing his warty old face, which was like dusty leather in taste.
She unzipped him. She didn't want to see his shriveled physique, only to get him erect and his pecker in her Mexican pepper-red cunt hole. Matthew had made sure her twat would go through with fucking the old bastard. The Mexican itching powder made sure of that. She would fuck anything when he put that on her hairless clit!
"Okay if I whip you first?" the old codger asked. "That's what Matty said, he said I could."
"Be my guest. I love it!"
The shriveled jurisprudence expert opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a dusty cobwebby whip. "The last time I used this, I was sixty, and I used it on my wife."
"Get it over with!" she bent over facing him with her two half-moons. He madly pummeled her itchy inner thighs. He was good at it, and together with the itching powder, the pain made her really want it bad, even from an old creep judge.
"Shove it in you mother! Take me from behind as I bend on my hands and knees!" she screamed.
The old man's stiffness shoved into her splashy cunt and he enthusiastically rendered a verdict in her twat, gasping as his moldy come creaked out and dribbled inside her long tunnel.
"Satisfied?"
"Kiss me again, Miss." He closed his eyes as she madly tongue-kissed the old fart. She hoped the bastard wouldn't die before he reached his decision in the courtroom.
Back in her seat, dripping a bit, she smiled and gave Matthew the high sign.
Matthew winked back, and Mr. Jenkins, shaking, rose to hear the verdict.
"I find," said the grizzled, pooped out old judge in the disheveled robe, "the defendant, Not Guilty! Case dismissed!"
A roar erupted in the court room and Jenkins hit the ceiling yelling, "Yahoooo!"
"What did I tell you, Mr. Jenkins?" smiled the cigar-smoking slickie lawyer.
"I can't believe it! They proved I stole those documents, and he let me go!"
"Innocent. You are innocent, Mr. Jenkins," Matthew corrected.
"Yes, of course!" Jenkins rushed from the room with his criminal pals.
Back in the office on the sixteenth floor, Matthew asked if black-peppered Miss Williams had any trouble convincing the judge.
"None," she smirked. "I bet that was his first come in twenty years."
"More like twenty-five, dear!"
"I don't doubt it. He should have donated his come to the Smithsonian, instead of dribbling it into my lusty quim!"
They had trouble that very next morning, after a night of mad biting and balling with a client, the famous Mrs. Zigo, who Matthew had successfully defended the week before he met Alice.
Mrs. Zigo had been accused of stealing her own famous diamond necklace and then pretending it was a case of burglary. She was said to have sold the diamonds.
Now that she was free, she refused to pay Mr. Lattimore. "Since I am not guilty, it proves I haven't any money. Until the insurance payment comes through I can't pay you your fee. Besides, I don't see why I should pay," said the irritable redheaded bitch. She was short and had a pug nose, but she was very well built.
Alice watched as the lawyer, sitting behind his big desk, called the woman's bluff. "Since you are in fact, guilty, Mrs. Zigo, you have plenty of money to pay me!"
"What? You say I am guilty?"
"Yes. I know perfectly well that you did steal those diamonds."
"What makes you think so?"
"Listen, I had to pay the police lieutenant in charge of the case a bundle to suppress the evidence that so-called broken window was in fact broken from the inside!"
Alice laughed.
Mrs. Zigo turned to Alice and said, "What is that slimy bitch doing here?"
"She's my secretary."
Mrs. Zigo said, "I'm sure she is," and smirked condescendingly, as if Alice was a tramp.
Alice yearned to rip the knockers off the scummy rich broad.
Matthew said to Mrs. Zigo, "Either pay up or pay in some other way!"
"You can't make me!"
"I can!" he said. "Get her Alice!"
"Gladly," the black-haired fury ran and grabbed Mrs. Zigo while Matthew gagged her and tied her hands behind her back. Then they both pushed her to the floor and tore her expensive clothes off, searching, ostensibly, for money.
"Not on her," said Alice, shoving her hand up the woman's dry come box.
"You're right," smirked Matthew. He bit the woman's left nipple as she tried to scream in the gag.
"I bet," said the lawyer, "that she won't go to the police no matter what you and I do. I have the information that can send her up the river for ten years. There are ways of getting around the double jeopardy law in case of suppression of evidence."
Alice bent over and bit the other titty of the middle-aged broad, leaving a deep mark.
"I want to torture her, Matthew, can I?"
"I don't know...."
"I fucked the judge for you!"
"I see, okay, she's yours!"
Alice smiled, she stripped. Then she walked all over Mrs. Zigo's big breasts, stamping her feet like a flamenco dancer as the woman tearfully rolled around like a barrel.
"That's nice, Alice, it is pretty to see you naked and stomping Mrs. Zigo's breast. Scratch her titties with your toenails while you walk on her!"
"Maybe you can do it better than I?" sneered Alice, thinking that Matthew had criticized her handling of Mrs. Zigo.
"Give her to me then!" said Matthew. The secretary got off Mrs. Zigo and Matthew picked the woman up and slammed her back against the wall. She could not pull her hands from the tight ropes around her wrists, she was exposed to him. He unbelted and dropped his pants to the floor and as the gagged woman stared wide-eyed, he shoved his dick into her. He kept her open as she stood with both his hands.
Jamming it up Mrs. Zigo's pussy made Matthew feel good, and he slapped the pretty but short woman repeatedly and violently on her gagged face while he plowed her twat.
Soon she was slamming her own hips into his sex. It seemed that she, like the secretary, responded well to pain.
"So you like to' be slapped and screwed, don't you?" said Matthew, his face red as he pummeled the rich woman's marked and naked breasts. She didn't answer, but the urgency of her pelvis in meeting his stick told him that she loved pain with her sex.
A lot of women really want to get spanked or ass whipped or face slapped. They seldom admit it though, because they think it is unnatural. Once they have no choice though, they just go into complete sexual abandon, like tied Mrs. Zigo.
Matthew grunted and heaved a bucket of jolly-juice up her dripping wet twat and she contracted on him like a really experienced woman, sending shivers down his spine.
"I bet you want to be beaten and fucked all the time, don't you?" asked Matthew as he withdrew his wet pecker and pulled his pants up.
Mrs. Zigo enthusiastically shook her head, indicating yes!
Matthew untied the sperm-dripping woman and she embraced him.
"I feel bad, felt bad about myself. You beat me up and gave me good sex, so I feel better now!" she exclaimed.
"Have a seat," smiled Mr. Lattimore. "Cigar?"
Mrs. Zigo smoked the thin cigar as she sat naked and told Alice and Mrs. Lattimore what she had felt bad about. "I go to these group therapy sessions on the East Side. It's very posh, of course, but it is also a very real experience, if you know what I mean.
"There was a guy there, Raymond, that liked me. I needed sex really bad but I didn't respond to him the week before when he had asked me out. I am divorced as you know.
"Well, this week during telling about how horny I was and how I had been hanging around bars trying to get picked up and fucked, without success, while I was saying that Raymond was fuming, squirming in his seat. I didn't know why.
"I said that nobody had asked me out since I had been divorced and that I didn't know anyone at all. I said I had tried to pick up guys in movies and at concerts when I went with my girl friends, but I had been unsuccessful.
"Suddenly Raymond burst out with, 'Am I so horrible? You went to half the bars in the city trying to pick up guys, and yet I asked you to go out and you gave me the damned brushoff! Am I so horrible?'
"I didn't know what to say. It was true that he had said something about wanting to go out with me, but it was so vague. Besides, I wanted to meet somebody new, somebody to just have a little fun with and not get involved.
"I said that I hadn't realized that it would matter to him.
"'Matter? Of course not!' Raymond said, 'What does it matter to my feelings that you refused me and then you ran around town trying to get some bar flies to step out with you? That makes me feel wonderful,' he said sarcastically."
Matthew interrupted naked Mrs. Zigo solely to ask what the whole thing had to do with her liking the lawyer slapping her around.
"Simply this," smiled Mrs. Zigo," I felt bad that I had hurt another individual, and when you beat the crap out of me I felt it was being justly punished, so I felt greatly relieved. I think I will come to your office to see you and Alice, rather than go to the expensive group therapy sessions. You two immediately take care of all my guilt. You punish me, and then I feel good, and I receive your throbbing member with gusto."
"Well, perhaps I had better charge you fifty dollars for today's group session, how about it?"
Mrs. Zigo said that was fine as long as the lawyer considered it a first payment on the money she owed him for getting her acquitted in the diamond necklace robbery.
So the whole problem of payment was solved. The lawyer was to get his penis-jollies off Mrs. Zigo and each time she came, she was to give him fifty dollars towards the twenty thousand dollars she owed him for defending her in court.
Matthew did a rough calculation and discovered that he would be getting a lot of sex with the pretty redheaded divorcee. Alice asked if she could have the redhead back to play with in the other room and Matthew watched as Alice took Mrs. Zigo and winked as she shut the door. Soon he heard skin being whipped and groans of pleasure from the other room.
Matthew caught up on a little paperwork at his desk while the two female went at it in the other room. The noises were distracting, but his penis was also stimulated as he heard the muted voice of Mrs. Zigo saying, "Yes! Give it to me! Shove the dildo up and wiggle it around!"
It warmed the cockles of Matthew's heart to hear the two cunts outside the door enjoying each other, offering each other punishment and sexual thrills. That's the way the whole world should be, he thought. Nobody should hurt anyone unless they like it, and unless they were also going to sexually satisfy the person afterwards.
He knew that the unwritten code of the sado-masochists was "Hurt and Please." To hurt was not enough, to please was not enough. One had to both.
The other slogan of the S & M underground was, "Never hurt anyone permanently." That meant never to do so much damage to a person's body that it would not heal. That makes sense, mused Matthew. There were few enough good bodies in the world, why mess one up?
Alice came in the door arm in arm with Mrs. Zigo, who had new red finger marks on her big breasts and Matthew noticed that Alice had whip marks all over her thighs, those snow-white soft thighs of hers.
"Have fun?" asked the lawyer. The naked women nodded and smiled. He promised himself that the next time Alice and Mrs. Zigo had sex, he would watch or participate.
"Listen, Matthew," said the redhead, "why don't you set up a regular thing here, you know?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, haven't you other clients, women clients? We could all fool around with their titties and you could fuck the whole mess of us while we whip and slap each other."
"That's an intriguing idea," replied the lawyer, "I will have to look into it. But not everyone is S & M like we are."
"Don't be too sure there aren't a lot of closet S & M freaks out there," the redhead intimated.
"What do you mean?" asked the lawyer.
"Well, I didn't know I liked S & M until you showed me what a guilt removing sexual release it is. Other women in the world think that they wouldn't like to be spanked, but if you spanked them they would love it."
"I know what you mean," said the lawyer, "I think you are right. There is one other woman client, she is very attractive, a tall blonde....
"Wow!" said Alice. "That's for me, a tall blonde woman! Yum, you, yum!"
"Hold your horses!" shouted the lawyer.
"Why?" asked Alice, "you said you...."
"I said maybe. The woman I am thinking of is a very sophisticated type, the long lean look in women. I don't know."
"Everyone likes to be spanked!" interjected the naked buxom little redhead, Mrs. Zigo.
"Sure," agreed Alice.
"Well, I will try!"
The two nude females hugged and squeezed ' the lawyer, especially in his crotch, and pretty soon they undressed him.
When Mr. Lattimore's handsome physique was at their disposal, the two naked furies began to slap his face and his thighs, and his pecker rose like the sun in the summer morning, hot and red.
"Oh what a nice penis you have, and so bare of hair!" remarked the divorcee.
"Yes," added Alice, "I prefer it bare of cock hair, that way it is not lost to view at any time, you can see its entire long length unobscured by hairs."
"Let's fuck!" insisted the redhead, turning her butt to the man's hungry-for-action pole. "I want it up my ass!"
"Are you sure?" asked the man. But he was already stabbing at her wet anus with his cockhead and soon he entered triumphantly as the bowels moved aside like the welcoming crown when Caesar entered Rome.
"My pussy is mad for you," panted Alice as she watched, the bent over woman on her hands and knees being rear-entered by Matthew's frenzied dork.
"You're next!" exclaimed the expert defense counsel as he splashed some wet shit out of Mrs. Zigo's bucking ass crack.
"Hurry, hurry!" pleaded Alice, diddling her own frantic pussy while she stood naked watching the animal like display of the two naked people having intercourse up the ass right in front of her.
"That's it!" yelled Mrs. Zigo, "Alice, come and slap my face, I will come faster! You, you fucking lawyer, shove your exhibit 'A' up my jury room, faster and faster!"
Alice diddled her clit with one hand while she smashed her other palm across the red face of the divorcee who was on her hands and knees. The red head just begged the ass-entered man to heave faster and harder, faster and harder until she emitted a high pitched scream signaling her splashing effervescent come, a come that set off Mr. Lattimore's fuse also, sending his hot sticky sperm seeking in her chocolate crammed rear end.
"Ah, that was wonderful!" Mrs. Zigo said as he withdrew his shit covered cock head from her slimy anus. "I needed that! Thanks!"
"Now me, now me!" pleaded Alice.
"Sorry Alice. As you can see," said the limp dicked man, "My dick is plumb wom out from coming in your female friend's shit hole, but maybe tomorrow."
"Tomorrow nothing, you slimy motherfucker!" screeched the desperately horny naked secretary, letting her right hand fly at his face, leaving fingerprints of red on his cheek, "you do it now!"
"But...."
She slapped him again, and then repeatedly, on his chest and near his balls, trying to awake his limpness, trying to make the pain stimulate him to get a hard-on once more.
Mrs. Zigo warmed to the sight, and pretty soon she was pulling the lawyer's hair and tongue kissing him while Alice furiously gave the man a rapid hand job, at last getting a response from his big probe. It began growing in her friction causing hands.
Once he was up the lawyer had no objection to putting it up the secretary's bare cunt, and he slammed it in like a sex-crazed donkey would plug a knothole in a tree. The master jury manipulator shoved his ever-loving twitching magic wand into her top hat, but only ball-come gushed out, instead of a rabbit, proving that he wasn't a magician.
Alice was spread wide on the floor for his entrance and together with Mrs. Zigo shoving her red-tipped titties against Alice's teeth, it didn't take long for the busty secretary's nude body to give up its own juice. Alice cried out when she had her orgasm. She yelled, "Motherfucker!"
Exhausted the man fell atop her as his dork shriveled inside her welcome hole, as he dripped the last of his evidence into her jury box.
"I've had it, and your fucking slapping of my face has given me a damned nose-bleed!" Mrs. Zigo apologized and took a kleenex from the desk and began dabbing his nose.
The trickle stopped in a moment, but Mrs. Zigo was smiling. She had never caused a man to bleed before, and it excited her.
"Give me your bone of contention, lawyer, and I will lick it clean," Mrs. Zigo asked.
"No. I prefer to have it in a hot hole, I don't like women to blow me!" The lawyer had some hang-ups, sexually. He couldn't understand how anyone could permit a dick up in their mouth, and he certainly didn't want to be sucked on.
Moreover, he didn't like the way Mrs. Zigo had smiled when she saw that his nose was bleeding.
He was mad as hell at the divorcee bitch, as a matter-of-fact, and he grabbed her and sat down with her naked backside jutting upward and ass-beat the hell out of her.
"You like the sight of blood, don't you, you slimy bitch!"
"No! Please, stop spanking me, I only like to be spanked before being screwed. My pussy is satisfied, leave me, ow!"
"Shut the fuck up bitch," commanded the lawyer as he continued to madly spank the woman whose big knockers were dangling towards the floor.
Alice got underneath and started pinching the woman's titties, and Mrs. Zigo started crying.
Alice was really twisting the poor woman's tits, Matthew could see the stains from the divorcee's tears beginning to spread on the carpet, and it excited him. As he continued to smash the woman's behind with the flat of his hand, he felt an erection come on and begin to push against Mrs. Zigo's flat stomach.
Matthew moved the woman on his lap, moved her so that he could shove his dick up her hairy quim while he continued to spank the bitch.
It was hard fucking her that way, and he pulled out his twisted uncomfortable cock and told Alice to stop biting the divorcee's tits and to tie her up. Sobbing, Mrs. Zigo let herself be tied. She liked being tied because it made her guiltless for anything that happened to her body. She liked to be tied and fucked, because she was helpless to resist then. Her parents had drilled into her as a child that she should resist men, so unless she was tied she didn't have a great sex thrill.
Alice really bound her good with the thick rope sections that were in the desk drawer. She tied Mrs. Zigo's hands by the wrist to the windows wide spaced handles, but the lawyer had an idea for Mrs. Zigo's feet too. At the top of the window were two curtain rod hooks, solidly into the wall.
"Help me get the bitch spread-eagled against the window pane, Alice, upside down!"
As the redhead begged not to have her naked body hung upside down and spread in the window for all the world to see, Alice took a chair and as the lawyer stood on his chair, they tied Mrs. Zigo's ankles to the top of the window, spread wide.
It really exicted Mr. Lattimore's throbbing blue-veined dork to see Mrs. Zigo's naked body spread upside down as she wiggled and cried, and he ran to get the whip from the desk. He took the whip and started smashing the long lash on the upside down inner thighs of the bitch's spread-open legs, causing her to scream.
"Imagine," puffed the stiffly erect man to Alice, "if a window washer should happen to come by."
Alice laughed and masturbated on the carpet as she watched the furiously sexed-up lawyer whip the tender inner thighs of the upside down and naked woman whose red face was stained with tears. Her hair hung down towards the carpet.
Alice started moving her hips faster against her probing index finger as the lawyer whipped closer and closer to the naked woman's hairy quim. Alice expected the lawyer's fury to make him desex the woman, but he splashed into thin air from his cock-head just before the lash reached the woman's red tangle, and his lust to see her quim hurt subsided.
He dropped the whip and Alice ran over, boobs bouncing wildly, to jack off Mr. Lattimore the rest of the way. She had never seen a man come without being touched before.
"Rub harder and faster," the half-expended man said, groaning as Alice rubbed his dick. He listened as Mrs. Zigo, upside down in the window, begged to be cut down. He spurted some more juice, hitting Mrs. Zigo in the eyes with the ejected stream of sperm.
"Bullseye," yelled the furiously jacking secretary. "Boss, you sure can spurt powerfully!"
"Thanks" he said, you can stop jacking me off now. Cut her down too, we are on the sixteenth floor and there is no building right up to ours, but I think she will attract attention eventually!"
The grateful Mrs. Zigo was cut down with the sharp letter opener, but the cut ropes were still around the raw wrists and ankles. She looked like a slave woman in that way, and it made Alice's sopping wet pussy lips swell to think of what she had just witnessed.
The naked redhead rubbed her eyes where the lawyer's sperm had splashed. Alice laughed. "Boy, he really got your face all sticky with that shot, right into your damned green eyes, you slimy rich bitch."
"Fuck you," spat Mrs. Zigo.
"Well, I like that!" said Alice, "after all the pleasure I give you, you're still nasty to me.
Well, I will teach you, I will really hurt you next time I get my ever-loving hands upon you, slimy bitch!"
"You just try!"
"Why you!" Alice kicked Mrs. Zigo in the cunt and the woman doubled over, holding the area between her legs and moaning.
"That will teach you to criticize me, you horny scumsucker! You think you are better than us working girls because you have money. I know how you get your money, you steal it! I know you took the necklace, Matthew told me. I also know that you inherited the rest of your money and that you never worked a fucking day in your damned life!" Alice kicked the woman in her asscrack, driving her rednailed big toe up the anus painfully. "What's more, you divorcee bitch, I know that you pay the employees at your sweat shop dress manufacturing factory, slave wages!" Alice was letting all her proletarian fury well out, kicking the ass and thighs of the rich redhead.
"That's enough, Alice! Let her get up!"
"Shut up, Matthew, I think she deserves it! Imagine the workers at her factory trying to support their families on the miserable wages she gives them. I've read all about her in the newspapers, about the workers that she fire when they try to join a good union, about how she set up a phony union to exploit her workers!"
"Stop kicking the bitch, Alice!"
Alice let up and walked into the John to rub her pussy and piss.
"Sorry about that Mrs. Zigo. I will see that she isn't allowed to kick you again."
"But I like it!" smiled the rich redhead. It's like a guilt release. I want the workers to slave for peanuts in the factories I own, but I feel guilty sometimes. When your cute big-boobed secretary kicks me in my cunt and curses me for treating my workers so bad, it removed all the guilt from me. Now I can go on exploiting them without any guilt!"
Matthew was flabbergasted, the woman certainly was a real S & M devotee. She liked pain, liked it for psychological as well as for sexual reasons, and Mrs. Zigo even used pain to keep her wealth increasing. The lawyer saw that he should be charging his redheaded client much more for the pain treatments, but a bargain is a bargain.
He said fifty bucks per session, so he would live up to his word.
The good looking lawyer heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door opened.
"How did it come out?" he joked.
Alice told him to fuck off and started dressing.
"Where are you going dearest?" asked the naked redhead.
"Lunch you motherfucker! Is there anything I can bring you two when I come back?"
"No thank you lovey," smiled the redhead, "I have to leave in a few minutes."
"Bring me a chicken salad on white and a BLT down, hold the mayo!" shouted the lawyer.
"A what?" said the dressing secretary incredulously. "What the hell is a BLT down, hold the mayo?"
"Just tell the guy behind the counter. He will give you the right thing!"
The secretary felt foolish when she ordered the BLT down, hold the mayo, but the counterman just brought her one bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich on toast, without mayonaise.
So that's what a BLT down is, she reflected as she took the sandwich back to the office. She decided to eat her lunch, her hamburger with, meaning with onion, in the office since the restaurant was too crowded for comfort. She also brought the boss his chicken salad.
"Mrs. Crazy-for-sex just left," smirked the naked lawyer. "I had to whip and fuck the horny rich cunt again before she would put on her cloths and leave."
Alice looked at the lawyer.
"I believe it!" remarked Alice, opening the brown paper bag and taking out the sandwiches plus the two steaming containers of coffee. One was light, no sugar, the way the lawyer liked it. The other container was marked L. x. S. meaning light with extra sugar.
Alice never ceased to be amazed with the sort of codes that restaurants in New York used. For instance, she thought, a dead horse on a roll was a hamburger-she hoped! That's what the counterman called to the chef when she had ordered a hamburger anyway.
"I see that you stretched two, Alice."
"What the hell does stretched two, mean, boss?"
"Alice, to stretch two means to fill two containers of coffee. Haven't you ever worked in a restaurant?"
"No, have you?" Alice doubted very much whether the rugged good looks of her lover of pain ever worked in his life. She figured that he was born rich like Mrs. Zigo, but she was wrong.
"I grew up in the slums, Alice. It's only because this country is so great, because it provides opportunities for ambitious young men, that I was able to work my way up to my high position."
"Gosh!"
"Yes, Alice, and I worked my way through law school too, on merit scholarships and library research. Of course, sleeping with the dean's wife without her husband knowing it, got me some money too. The horny bitch wanted to make it all the time and she saw that I was well provided for out of her husband's bank account."
"No shit?"
"No shit, Alice. I also did work in a restaurant, as a short order cook. That of course, explains why I know all the restaurant lingo."
"You are amazing. Come over here and peel my dress off. I don't have any underwear on, you know. You can fuck me front or rear. You are my Horatio Alger hero from now on!"
"I think I will avail myself to your firm upturned knockers, chickie. I will screw the living daylights out of you."
He went over and unzipped her dress and she let it drop to the floor. She went over to the big oak desk and spread-eagled herself with her pussy staring in the professional man's red face. He whisked his dick wet with some saliva that he had spit on his hands and he ran for her tunnel like a locomotive towards a mountain tunnel, gathering speed for the dark entrance.
"Woo, woo!" he yelled, pretending to be a train.
She decided she was an earthquake, and that pleased the man very much. He still had ass manure from Mrs. Zigo on his cock head and it lubricated his swift entrance.
"Shove it all the way up until it bounces on my womb you horny motherfucker. Make me come like I have never come before, you big prick."
He shoved it all the way in, bouncing against her tumip-textured resilient splashy womb. It tickled his cockhead. He was determined to prolong her wiggling quaking hip heaving pelvis rocking display of wanton abandon. He wanted her to suffer too. He bit her titties and twisted her nipples all the way around like radio dials as she screamed and as he plunged in and out in and out at a faster and faster ecstatically violent pace.
"More! Faster! the horny Alice yelled, her boobs all red from his heartless twisting and biting, "I can't get enough pain. Hurt me, really hurt me."
He took the pack of book matches and striking a match he lit the whole pack up and pressed it to her left tit.
All the time the searing flame smoldered her tit and she writhed and bucked violently for his penis-pleasure, screaming and having multiple female orgasm as he shot hot fluid up her wet canal. She went crazy, sex crazy. She had never experienced such pain in her entire life, and as he burned her tits, she let all the pain run to her cunt and excite it for him.
When the matchbook burned out the man had come once, leering and biting her lips, but she had come thirty times, in increasing frenzy, yelling, "Burn me, more pain, more pain, more!"
He had given her as much pain as he could stand to give anyone, and he hoped that she would not be permanently nipple scarred.
"I hope you have scarred my titties for the rest of my life, I want scars all over my quim, thighs and tits from you. I need pain."
"I don't understand how you can take it," the lawyer frowned.
"Women love pain. To bring a child into the world is pain. To fuck for the first time is painful. Women are made for pain and they get depressed unless men give it to them, unless men recognized a female's desire to be burned and whipped on her sex parts!"
CHAPTER THREE
"Wow," said the lawyer, inspecting the pussy nipples, I think you will be scarred!"
"Good! I want my tits to bear marks of my humiliation, marks of my sexual subserviance, of my torture at the hands of a man!"
"I don't...."
"Men can't understand. Men don't have a women's tremendous need for pain, they cannot understand a woman's need for pain!"
"But...."
"But nothing, Matthew. I NEED PAIN TO ENJOY SEX TO ITS FULLEST. THE AGONY OF BEING BURNED MAKES ME COME AND COME AND COME UNTIL I AM IN ECSTASY."
"You will give me pain, I know you are the one that will scar my flesh for life, I depend on you Matthew."
"I don't think I can...."
"Your sexual lust for my sensational stacked body will drive you to cut and burn me, you will see. In a matter of months my cunt and tits will bear a dozen marks as a result of your manly perfectly natural desires to hurt a woman's body."
"Is hurting a woman natural for a man, Alice? I don't think so."
"Of course it is natural. Think of the thousands, MILLIONS of years that women were kept like dogs by men. All during the stone-age men just used and abused women. It is woman's natural role in life to be beaten and controlled by a man. Please understand, Matthew. Women love to be dominated, they love it!"
"But...."
"But NOTHING, you horny bastard! You'll see, you will wind up really hurting me once you get the hang of it!"
"I don't...."
"Shut up! What do you, a man, know about a female? Do you menstruate, do you yearn for a big cock up your hole? Of course you don't. So how can you tell me that I shouldn't want to be scarred.
"Shut the fuck up Matthew, or I will whip the shit out of your ass." She picked up the long black whip and without any provocation began whipping the man that had tortured her mercilessly.
"STOP!"
"Why? I like to whip a man's naked body. I am going to wrap the lash around your balls and pull them off!"
Instinctively Matthew moved his hands to protect his sex, but the lash hit his chest full force, leaving a red welt along the area between his shoulders.
"You fucking bitch, you tricked me. I thought you were going for my balls!" He covered his chest with his hands and she DID lash out at his balls, saying "No, I am lashing your balls now, stupid fuck head. I don't lie when I say I am going to whip your balls!"
"Yiiiii!" he yelled in agony as the whip's tip caught his balls and penis and wrapped around them.
"Please don't pull my balls off Alice, PLEASE!" the cringing wincing naked lawyer said to his pussy-dripping secretary.
"Come over and suck clean all the crud between my toes, you worm. Otherwise I will pull on the lash and remove your offensive-looking protuberances!"
With the whip's lash tightly spun about his sex parts, the shivering frightened lawyer knelt before the raven-haired heavy-breathing naked secretary and began sucking on her diseased looking toes. There were all sorts of fungus and crud, plus something that smelled like she had stepped barefooted into a Great Dane's diarrhea.
"Clean all the areas between my toes, or I will yank the whip!
"I will, I will, just don't pull my balls off!"
"Hurry, I am an impatient bitch."
"I will, I will!" The cringing man urgently ran his tongue between each and every crud-covered toe, being sure to swallow all the gummy deposits of fungus and turd.
"I stepped in something this morning at my apartment. I went there after I left you to feed the Great Dane. He shit all over the place and I stepped in some of it barefooted."
The man gagged and almost retched but his busy tongue continued to swallow her disgusting toe jelly.
"I like that feeling of you sucking on my toes, put them all the way in your mouth and suck them, like a baby sucks a bottle."
That was her mistake, for he bit her toes as hard as he could to make her drop the whip handle, then he fucked her up the rectum with his constricted balls refusing to give up their come due to the tight lash wound around them. Finally, after biting and scratching her back and neck, he spurted into her brown bowels and sighed.
"That felt good." He unwound the constricting lash, and stood up and whipped the hell out of the crying ass of his secretary's naked squirming buttocks while she pleaded for mercy. Then he told her to crawl over to him on her hands and knees and suck his toes clean.
As she was sucking on one of his feet, he smashed the flat of his other foot down on her curved, sensual back.
"Ow! What's that for?"
"That's for whipping my balls, you jive-assed bitch, you scum head."
He slammed his foot down again and she had to continue sucking his toes sprawled flat out on the carpet, like a worm.
He was in a frenzy trying to think of how to adequately punish her for ball-whipping him. He had an idea.
He kicked her a few more times and left her sprawled as he called his rich sophisticated blonde client, Miss Anita Cohell, also a divorcee like Mrs. Zigo, but a damned sight more attractive.
The thin blonde was home and answered the phone. The lawyer said that he would have to see her right away, and she said she would take a taxi right down.
Raymond hung up the phone. There was a risk in what he wanted to do, but he thought it might work.
When the blonde woman rang the bell, ho was dressed and Alice was naked and tied sitting on the toilet seat in the John.
"Glad you could come, Anita. You remember that woman that was responsible for having you photographed in the nude with your lover, the chick that made you lose all your alimony when you sued for divorce?"
"Yes. She wore a mask in the courtroom. My husband had hired her to photograph me and she did. I lost the whole estate because of that bitch. If I ever get my hands...."
"I have found her and she is in the bathroom tied up. For a fee, I will give you a whip and let you work her over. She won't go to the police, as I have found that she is wanted for robbery in another state."
"Wonderful. I really want to smash that bitch, if you think it is all right. I mean, you are my lawyer...."
"Yes. As your lawyer I say that you will be perfectly safe legally if you whip the shit out of her." He handed the woman the whip.
"Are you sure it's all right? I mean, what if she isn't the same woman...."
"I checked her fingerprints. She's the one."
"In that case...." The blonde, well-dressed, slim woman, took the whip and smiled. "Where is the fucking cunt that made me lose a million dollars and shamed me publicly?"
"She's in the bathroom; mind if I watch?"
"Fine."
The door was opened and the woman immediately gasped. "She's naked!"
"Of course. She is a prostitute. I told her that I wanted her services and she came to my office and stripped, then I tied her up for you."
The blonde woman began to beat the daylights out of the tied and gagged secretary while the lawyer played pocket pool.
The calm Mr. Lattimore was getting a hard-on. He slipped away and got the instant developing camera, determined to get a compromising picture of Miss Cohell, and he did. After six clicks she realized what was happening, in part.
"Why are you taking pictures, Matthew?"
"Because I am going to blackmail you!"
"What?" she dropped the whip.
"This woman will tell on you, and the pictures will prove you are a sadist, unless you permit me the favors of your body ... "
"Oh, you don't have to blackmail me to get me to fuck you, Matthew, I would love to have your pulsing lawyer's cock up my quim."
"Really?"
"Yes. Shall I strip?"
"Please!"
She took off all her clothes, revealing her upturned rather large titties and her blonde crotch hair, plus a lean set of extremely curvaceous legs and a flat white stomach. Her flawless body made Mr. Lattimore's cock swell, and he stripped and picked up the whip.
"Do you want to whip me too, Mr. Lattimore? Goodness knows, the reason I left my first husband was that he wasn't violent enough. I like to be dominated. My second husband beat me all the time, but he couldn't get his pecker up, he was too old."
"Well, I will beat and fuck you!"
"Good, please do it from the rear."
"Up your ASS?"
"No, up my cunt, but from the back side, like my European husband used to do."
"Oh." The lawyer was almost incredulous because of the rapid submission of the blonde. He had never expected that she was an S & M devotee, and that she was so fucking horny.
He shoved his dick in, wetting it with saliva, as Miss Cohell bent down on her royal hands and knees and begged for it. But first, he whipped her ass raw!
Matthew had the courtesy of leaving the bathroom door open so that tied and naked Alice could enjoy the spectacle. Matthew responded eagerly when the woman in dog-like position with his dick up her quim, pleaded "FASTER AND HARDER MATTHEW!"
He did move faster and harder, biting into her pierced earrings and yanking while he fucked the daylights out of her crawling red swollen pussy lips.
"I love it, I love it!" the sophisticated ass-wiggling sex-mad blonde intimated, "SHOVE IT FASTER!"
He tore in and out in and out and finally his balls churned out a generous portion of motherfucking sperm that gushed through her tight canal and saturated her twitching eager womb.
"Oh, that feels so good. I haven't been fucked for three months, not since my lover saw the pictures of me."
Matthew withdrew his weapon limp and squishy, covered with Miss Cohell's wetness, covered with her luscious joy juice. There was something about fucking a lean, sophisticated woman....
"I love to be whipped, hurt me, slash my breasts, lawyer!" urged the naked blonde, massaging her sperm filled cunt lips and holding her left tit tightly in her other hand.
"I would like to watch you whipped. I will untie my secretary. I am sure naked busty Alice has a grudge to take out on you for your vicious whipping of her lusty female body."
"So that's who that woman tied on the toilet seat is, your secretary! Mr. Lattimore, I'm surprised at you...."
"She will whip you like your husband never did. She whipped me on my balls before, can you believe that?"
"Incredible, she must be a terror!"
Matthew went to untie Alice and the minute she was ungagged she called out to sophisticated naked and masturbating Miss Cohell, "You slimy bitch, wait until I get the whip. I'm going to shove the black handle up your cunt. Then I am going to spread eagle you upside down on the window and whip your pussy!"
"Wonderful!" exclaimed the pain-eager blonde woman, "I can't wait!"
Alice fumed as she rubbed her sore wrists and ankles, and she gave a look that could kill as she picked up the whip and lashed at the blonde. Pretty soon Miss Cohell couldn't stand the pain and she began running about the room, her ample white boobs dancing on her chest as Alice ran after her whipping her wild jiggling ass to smithereens.
"Stop, don't! Not anymore! Enough!" the rich woman begged, but Matthew sat with his pecker erect and jacked himself off and laughed while Alice kicked Anita's succulent body to the floor and stood doing the flamenco on her breasts.
"Isn't Alice a wonderful dancer?"
"Get her off me...."
"Nonsense, you are in an excellent spot to see her inflamed swollen sex-mad pussy lips. Enjoy it." Matthew quipped.
Alice stopped her dance, bent to the bruised tits and bit each nipple, drawing one drop of blood from each.
Then Matthew fucked Alice up the ass while he whipped the blonde's breasts raw.
After Alice came, the secretary and the lawyer tied Miss Cohell in the same spread-eagled and upside down position in the window and while Alice shoved her hand way into her swollen pussy lips, Mr. Lattimore carefully bit the tender inner thighs of the soft succulent divorcee, all the way to her downy cunt hairs of gold. "Stop!"
He laughed. "Never. I want to mark you, you bitch!"
"Ow!"
Alice was hurting the woman's womb with her probing sharp fingernails, those same scraping fingernails that Matthew had felt on his buttocks.
"Please! I will give you money!"
"I have to hurt you, you blonde bitch, I don't care about money!" yelled Alice, twisting her hand in the upside down cunt and getting her arm up to the elbow deep inside.
"Your tearing my guts out, stop!"
"Merely checking to see if you have anything in you, you bitch. You might be hiding a gun or something in your enormous pussy." Alice told Matthew to look at how far up her arm went into the wet spread cunt lips.
"Amazing!" exclaimed the ruggedly good looking naked lawyer. "How come you have so much room in your pussy?"
The blonde said that her first husband used to penetrate her with wider and wider staves of wood each night. He said he wanted to park his Rolls in there one day. She said he was obviously quite mad, but that she had liked the pain his widening expeditions had caused in her juicy anxious quim.
"What a story! I find it hard to believe that there could be so much room in you!"
Alice pulled her sopping wet arm out and told Matthew to reach inside and see for himself that the husband had been well on the way to making her into a car lot.
"I think you are very lucky," said the man whose forearm was into her quim like it was a stocking at Christmas, like he was a boy reaching down into a holiday stocking for a toy. "You are lucky that you didn't die from that husband's maniacal probes of your damned cunt! Another inch of widening you and he would have burst your intestinal wall!"
"Keep feeling around inside me and stop biting my thighs. I like an arm up my cunt. Give me a fist fuck!"
"Huh?" said Matthew.
"Stupid!" said the entered-upside-down naked blonde, "Make your hand into a fist and shove it in and out, in and out until I come."
Matthew did as she asked and he was amazed that she enjoyed the ridiculous and undoubtedly painful exercise in sado-masochism in her distended quim.
She kept yelling, "I love sex, shove, shove, I love it, I love to have an arm up in my insides, to have a fist fuck!"
Alice went into the John and brought out the electric massager, plugged it in, and began rubbing the blondes clit with the buzzing thing as Matthew started biting the reversed woman's succulent pink nipples. She had another come, then another, and her eyes closed.
"I think she has fainted! Cut her down."
Alice did as Matthew ordered. She wanted to keep using the massager on the woman's blonde-haired crotch, but the ecstasy of the upside down position had made Miss Cohell pass out.
Matthew was exhausted and he had to piss, and he had an idea.
He spread-eagled the woman on the desk, stomach down, and shoved his limp dick into her quim and pissed. He was excited as the cunt canal took up his gurgling hot yellow stream. It seemed to revive the woman, who screamed when she realized that she was being used as a urinal!
"Stop!"
He laughed. "Too late, I am done. All my hot piss is in your sex-hole."
Alice wanted to piss into the woman too, but she didn't have a little fire hose like her boss did.
The blonde started crying. "I have never been so humiliated," she moaned. "My poor pussy is full of a man's urine, how disgusting."
Alice laughed.
Matthew saw that his secretary wanted to do it too. He had another idea. Inside his desk drawer he found a little hollow pipe, the one he used to hold down papers on his desk. It would fit nicely in Anita's sophisticated pouting lips while his secretary pissed into it.
He told the secretary in her ear, while Miss Cohell tried to listen. Then the sex-mad couple pinned the woman down on the desk and the lawyer shoved the pipe into her open mouth.
Immediately the secretary sat with her pussy to the pipe, and she began urinating into the blonde's mouth while the strong lawyer held the sophisticated woman down.
Soon it was over, Miss Cohell had swallowed the secretary's babbling hot brook of acidic body fluid. She retched, but was unable to vomit, and Matthew and Alice laughed their heads off.
Matthew said, "That really degrades a rich woman. Having you piss in her throat was a stroke of genius!"
"Yes, you are very smart!" replied Alice.
"I suppose I can piss in Anita's lovely anus next, right Alice?" He liked calling Miss Cohell Anita.
Mathew and Alice continued guffawing while naked Miss Cohell cried and cried, burping a yellow bubble occasionally, with urine dripping from her big pussy hole. She was humiliated, a broken woman. She had expected pain and ass entry, but to be urinated into, that was humiliating beyond her wildest fears! To top it all, she couldn't help burping, and that was very low class!
The next day the astute lawyer was alone in his office, because the secretary had gone on a shopping spree with her four hundred dollar first week's pay.
He answered the phone himself, something he didn't like to do. He was always afraid of the phone. When he was a kid the telephone only brought bad news: death, bills, and the like. Perhaps that was why he let it ring six times before he picked it up. "Hello."
"Hello, Matthew? Where is your secretary?"
"Who is this?" It was a female voice. "This is Blondie, you know, Miss Cohell."
"Hi."
"Hi handsome. How's the whip hand?"
Fine Anita. Are you coming over? There isn't much for me to do today, and it might be nice. At least you could go down to the deli and get me a sandwich."
"I was thinking of coming to see you honey, but I don't know...."
"What don't you know Anita?"
"Frankly, I think I got more pain and humiliation than I bargained for the other day, especially that urination episode...."
"But you like degradation and pain. You said so yourself."
"I know, but maybe not that much!"
"Well, my secretary won't be here today, so perhaps I can limit myself to spanking and whacking your thighs with the leather strap."
"That's nice Matthew. Will I be able to belt whip your chest or tie you up and mount you, being pierced in the anus by your big dick?"
"Sure!"
"Well, maybe I will be over then."
"Give me a definite time. I just might cut out of the office for an hour or two."
"What? Didn't you say you had to be there?"
"Yes, Anita. I am expecting a call from a client, an oil company. But it's so fucking boring just hanging around. That is, unless you come right over."
"Well, I don't want you to miss an important client, so I will come right over and keep you company, if that's all right. I will wear something sexy, something S & M that my first husband gave me...."
"Sounds delightful, Miss Cohell. Come right over."
"I will, bye...."
"Hey, Anita!"
"Yes?"
"Stop in the deli downstairs and get me a B.L.T. down, hold the mayo."
"Okay. See you in twenty minutes."
"Right, love. Goodbye."
"See you then!"
The receiver clicked and the lawyer leaned back in his chair, a hard-on starting to push out the material in the crotch of his suit.
The next phone call was from the oil company representative. He said that Mr. Lattimore was definitely hired to represent the company on behalf of its Mercury production unit.
"I'm glad to hear that," said the lawyer, "I think we have a good defense against the environ mentalist coalition that is suing us for damage to the ecology. I have already gone ahead on my own."
"That's good, I knew we were picking the right man for the job. What have you found out?"
"Well, last week I commissioned a geological survey of the area that the environ mentalist said was polluted by the mercury metal discharged from our factory." Matthew had fallen into saying OUR case, OUR factory. He made the company's cause into his own when he represented it, a way of really getting into the defense fully.
The company man asked, "What did the survey team find out?"
Matthew smiled, he had an easy case for a big fee. "I haven't got the final report, but the team states that there is mercury naturally present in the area. The opposition can't prove how much of it was our fault and how much was there before. I doubt that there has ever been an accurate mercury reading for the area!"
"Wonderful! Mr. Lattimore, keep your brilliant mind on the case. Also try to keep it out of the papers with your connections, okay? It won't do the company's sales any good to even be labeled a polluter nowadays."
"Don't worry. I have friends on the papers that owe me, I will see to it that I collect."
"Great. I will talk to you again tomorrow, and if something comes up, don't hesitate to call."
Just as Matthew hung up, the blonde divorcee came in the door, holding a brown paper bag. She said "One B.L.T. without mayonnaise dear, plus coffee for both of us."
"Thanks Anita." He watched fascinated as the lithe and long-legged woman slinked over to his chair and sat on his lumpy lap and opened the bag. She put the sandwich and the hot coffee containers on the big oak desk and then she stood up, bent over, and unzipped his pants.
His big hairless dork sprung into view like a jack-in-the-box.
"Wow, you are constantly erect, aren't you?"
"Only when I think of you, pussy-thrills."
"You are a flatterer." That was true but she also liked to be flatterred. Women eat up the most ridiculous bullshit flattery, that's why the French men make such headway with gullible women, they flatter like crazy.
"Why don't you take your clothes off honey," the blonde said, "I have locked the door, and I want you to see my new undergarments. I think you will like them."
Matthew had already noticed that the woman was wearing a short leather skirt and high heels, very high heels, making her taller than he was.
As he stripped down to his socks, she took off her clothes in an imitation bump and grind dance without music.
He gasped when he saw that she had on a leather bra with holes in the cups allowing her tits to jut forward seductively.
He was even more surprised when the rich lean blonde's skirt fell and revealed that she was wearing a CHASTITY BELT.
"I am not taking any chances that you will piss into my cunt. I think I can keep my jaws closed if you try it in my mouth. I had to douche for four hours to get all your urine out of my enormous twat receptacle."
"But how am I to fuck you? Do you have the key?"
"No, it is in a vault at the bank. I can't get the key for a month, I made that provision. I can go to the bathroom, and I can shit, as you can see. I can do everything but screw. Of course, if you want, you can screw me up the ass...."
"I will, but don't you want cunt-pleasure?"
"No. Don't you understand women? I want to be constantly horny. I want to WANT it, but be unable to get it and I want you to want to do it to me, but not to be able to. That way I will want pain to still my passions."
"And you will have to be degraded, because the only place that I can fuck you is up the ass, like a degenerate prostitute. I understand. I think I will be excited, and that I will want to constantly punish you," said the man, "because you have locked your cunt away from me for the whole month."
"You do understand! I am so glad!"
"I try."
"I like you."
"I think I shall whip you. I will demand that I have your pussy."
"But you can't. The lock can't be broken. It is of beryllium steel!"
"Then I will punish you."
"Will you tie me spread-eagled on the desk?"
"Yes. I have bought several screw-in wood hooks, and they are placed just right on the desk to tie you to them hand and foot, and to whip your spread open thighs. Get up and spread on the desk top and I will tie you."
She did as he asked, lowering then closing her eyes as he furiously bound her locked body tightly, spread wide on the cold oak wood.
As he bound her, he studied her cunt shield. It was entirely of metal, shiny metal. The lock was right smack in front of her love hole, and a waistband of metal prevented it from being pulled down. Two metal straps crossed her buttocks diagonally, allowing her to shit, or to be ass-entered by a big dork, but there was absolutely no way to even diddle herself.
He wondered if a horny woman like Miss Cohell might not go insane being unable to even masturbate. He hoped she would.
"Now, you fucking locked-up cunt, I am going to belt whip your thighs and stomach, then I am going to use the tweezers on your nipples and finally I shall fill your navel with hot wax from a candle. Maybe I can make some of the wax run through the cunt hairs and down onto your secret pussy."
"No, not hot wax!"
She was so afraid of hot wax that he decided to do that first.
He took the candle from the drawer and lit the wick. Then he held it sideways and let the wax drip on her stomach and coagulate in her navel. Then he dripped it around the metal cunt protector, and watched it slide down towards her twat as he laughed and she screamed.
"Stop, you fuck! The hot wax is hurting my clitoris. It makes me want to fuck and I can't. I can't stand it."
"Tough shit, baby."
"STOP!" More wax was oozing hotly towards her sequestered jury box.
He used most of the candle, then he dropped a little hot wax on her left tit and stood the candle in it.
"When the candle burns down, it will scorch your titty," he snickered. "I am getting dressed and going our for a walk. It is a lovely day. If anyone calls, answer the phone."
Of course she was hog-tied and there was no way she could stop the candle from burning, and no way to answer the phone.
When he left, dressed for his walk, she blew and blew at the candle, trying to put it out like the candles on a birthday cake, but her wind wasn't enough and ten minutes later she screamed up the scale to high C and passed out as the wick bumed her nipple.
When the lawyer came back, he saw that the woman's face was covered with tears. "What did you expect for biding your cunt on me, roses? You fucking bitch, you have decided in favor of pain and humiliation instead of fucking, and you are going to be hurt!"
"Such wonderful pain, Matthew. I passed out-I love you," murmured the tied naked blonde. "I loved the pain, it was so ghastly, I had never felt such pain." She thanked him and he bent over to tongue-kiss with her for a half hour, the drool of his mouth coursing down her chin and neck and reaching her titties.
Then he stood and stripped again. "It was a lovely walk that I took. I brought you back a present."
"Really?"
She gasped as he pulled a dildo from a green shopping bag. It was long, longer than his dick, and wider, too wide. "But my hole...."
"Scum-sucking bitch! This is going up your ass!" He lifted her hips high and shoved the dildo in, and then pressed her body down on it so that it went up her ass all the way.
She groaned.
He laughed. "That's my present, bitch!"
Then he bit her nipples while she screamed and wriggled, the dildo hurting her anus muscles because it was so wide. It made her feel like going to the bathroom but he wouldn't let her.
"I will give you a big enema later. I stopped in a veterinarian shop and I bought a giant enema bag and big hose and nozzle."
"A veterinarian shop?" She was bewildered.
"Yes, fucking bitch, I bought a HORSE-SIZED enema bag for rectal pleasure!"
"But I don't think I can hold...."
"You will take a gallon of hot soapy water into your ass crack, but I won't let you crap! I will keep the asshole clogged with the dildo. I will put the dildo back in after you take in all the enema water."
"No, you wouldn't!"
"Wait and see!" He bit her nipples hard and then as she moaned he tied her hands behind her back and tied her ankles together and carried her into the bathroom, where he hung her stomach down over the edge of the bathtub.
Then he went into the other room for the shopping bag with her big enema bag and the hose and nozzle, a nozzle big enough to be imbedded in a constipated horses ass.
He hung the collapsed bag on the shower curtain rod and filled it with coffee containers full of hot water from the sink. His pecker throbbed for action so he just threw a bar of soap into the water. The bag got big, but the valve on the hose held the torrent back.
She groaned, turning her head and seeing the bag fill up a gallon or more. "How can all that hot water go into me?"
"It will."
He showed her the hanging, wide hose, at least three inches wide, plus the three-and-a-half-inch wide nozzle at it's end. "I will shove this into you now."
As she groaned and pleaded, the rich naked blonde masochist had her dildo extracted, and the nozzle was slammed into her asshole and the valve on the enema bag opened.
Water came gushing, drowning her bowels in a churning sea of hot soapy water. Immediately she was full, but the weight of the overhead water kept expanding her bowel walls, allowing more and more to course through the nozzle.
"Stop. Let me shit!"
"I won't stop the water until the bag is empty, and it is only half empty!"
"I can't stand it, I have to shit, I have to!"
"Listen sister. Even after you are full, the dildo is going to jam up your ass again. I will tie it there with rope around your waist. You won't shit until I want you to, maybe not this week at all."
"I have to shit. Pull the nozzle out and put me on the toilet, motherfucker," the bound bent-over thin blonde insisted, but he just laughed.
He left her to go for a walk and when he came back she had passed out. All the water was up her anus. He pulled out the nozzle and as water mixed with brown came gushing out, he slammed in the dildo. She was sealed tight, a rope around her waist and around the dildo holding her urgency at bay.
She woke up and screamed. She was still tied and had an agonizing stomach ache and hot bowel cramps. "Please let me shit!"
"Fuck you, Anita."
"PLEASE!"
He bit her titties, laying her on the tile floor to get at them.
Then he called Alice and told her to come over, describing Anita's agony.
Alice said "Wow, I will come right over. I bought some dandy underwear!"
"Good." Matthew hung up the phone.
Alice was there in a flash, stripped in a faster flash, and kicking Anital in a moment. She had on a leather bra just like Anita's, only her tit ends jutted up as well as out, through a hole in the bra cups. She wore a G-string.
Soon however, Matthew was tired of the scene and Alice actually felt sorry for Anita. They untied the moaning bitch and pulled the dildo out of her, seating the weak mumbling blonde on the toilet. There was a whoosh like a jet plane taking off as water jetted from her bowels and she smiled at last. She was on the toilet for a half hour, while the naked lawyer and Alice screwed on the oak desk.
The lawyer and Alice had dozed after fucking. They were awakened by the sting of the lash on their rear ends.
The blonde singled out the lawyer for punishment, chasing him with the whip while Alice laughed, until she had him cornered. Then she started to whip his thighs mightily while he begged mercy on his hands and knees.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I will teach you," said the cunt-protected bitch, her blonde hair swirling as she lashed him, "not to force enemas on me!"
She whipped him until he collapsed on his stomach, then she kicked him in the ribs.
The blonde woman's face was red, as red as Matthews thighs. He knew he had it coming, but he wanted to fuck her when she was done beating him, and there was no wasy to do it except in her anus. He hated the chastity belt, but Alice had admired it. She said she would get one the next day. It depressed the lawyer that both cupts would then be inaccessible to his probes.
What can I do, thought Matthew, once he had been allowed to stand by the whip-wielding blonde. Tomorrow I will be without a pussy hole to fuck. I must prevent black-haired buxom Alice from putting a chastity belt over her twat!
That night, after Miss Cohell had left, after he had ass-fucked the bitch, he connived to keep Alice tied and in his bed, so that she wouldn't be able to buy a chastity belt. He told her that he wanted to spread-eagle and fuck her all that night since it would be the last time that her twat would be accessible.
But the next morning, he still had her tied, and he went to work alone, leaving her gagged and without food or the ability to go to the bathroom. He wanted to keep Alice home, tied, as his sex slave. In that way he would always have her cunt to enter anytime he wanted.
During the day, he thought, I will get frustrated by the blonde and her damned chastity belt, but at night I will be able to relieve my dick of its hot sperm inside my naked secretary's hairless quim hole!
It was a good plan, except that he had to throw out his mattress because the raven-haired captive had pissed all over it while she was tied.
He kept her chained to the wall by a chain and a dog collar, in the kitchen, where, if she did something, he could just mop it up. Miss Cohell asked what had become of the secretary, saying that she missed the black-haired woman's torturing effectiveness.
Matthew said that Alice had gone on vacation.
It is better to have a sex slave in your kitchen than to have a good law practice. That's what Matthew thought as he blissfully ignored the oil company's case in favor of fucking the hell out of his naked hungry secretary on the floor.
Alice ate leftovers out of a dog dish in the house, and when she complained that her Great Dane would starve in her own apartment if she didn't feed it, Matthew said "Tough."
Matthew liked dogs, though. He had a dog once, but it died of old age. He went to feed the Great Dane, but it tried to bite him, so he kicked it. He left enough dry dog food open in a fifty pound sack on the floor to keep it from starving. The sink dripped and he left a pan to fill up with water in the basin. Anytime the giant dog wanted to drink, it could stand up on its hind legs and drink from the sink.
Matthew almost stepped in a pile of smelly turd as he left the dog barking and locked the door. In a few weeks the apartment building would probably smell horribly, even through the door. But that wasn't the lawyer's concern,-that was the other tenants' problems. He certainly wasn't going to walk Alice's dog for her every day! Let him shit all over Alice's house, what did it matter....
Back at his own apartment, he ordered the starving naked secretary to spread her legs for his dick's entry. He said he would feed the collared captive bitch if she fucked him real good.
She humped like a motherfucker under his spasms of penis pleasure, grinding her hips up against his pelvis as he pierced her like a samurai putting a sword to an enemy.
"How do you like being a slave, Alice?"
"I love it, fuck me, faster and harder, more, I must have your dork rammed up my pussy, I need it so bad. Please, please feed me when you come, I am so hungry."
"You had better give me a good ride, you bitch," demanded the imbedded man, "or else I won't feed you a thing!"
The threat of no food made the chained naked girl buck and quake like a banshee to please his dick, and pretty soon he was spurting his sticky man-venom into her pregnant womb. He didn't know it, nor did she, but Alice was with child.
"That's it you horny bitch, quiver, use your vaginal muscles, hold me to you."
She did as he asked, wringing his gradually softening erection with her powerful young cunt-muscles, squeezing the last drops of his ejaculation from his tingling pussy-penetrator.
"That wasn't bad, but not good enough.
You won't eat today or ever, until you learn to fuck right. You don't move enough!"
She pleaded, but to no avail. He went into the bedroom and smoked a cigar. He wanted to punish all women who did not move and heave enough when having sex with a man, but he only had Alice to punish. He hated the fact that a lot of the women he had fucked were so damned unmoving when they were being screwed. He liked women to quake and rise on the balls of their feet and their knuckles to meet his slamming dick, he liked women to scream and plead for his come to splash like a burst dam into their gut....
No, he would have to punish Alice by withholding her food until such a time that she was really active under him!
It wasn't that Alice was so bad a fuck, she was better than most women. It was that he wanted her to be the best that he had started his little reward or punishment training program. He had studied Hitler's methods of controlling people. A threat of punishment was a better incentive to hard work and obedience than a reward incentive. All businesses in the United States used that system, he knew that.
It was the thought of starvation or of a miserable existence on welfare that drove most of America's millions to their jobs every day. If they weren't faced with a horrible fate if they quit working, they would never go to work. If most people have a choice between not working and living comfortably or working and being wealthy, they would choose the former.
The reason that Hitler was able to make the masses work for him was based on the fact that they had no choice. The lawyer was sure that Alice would soon develop into the best humper in the country, once she was hungry enough....
He lay down in his bed, and read "The History of Sexual Exploitation in Nazi Concentration Camps." It was disgusting what the Nazis had done, Matthew had to admit that, but it made interesting reading.
His dick got hot in the sexy part of the book, the part where the Nazi officers lined up the women and bent them over and made them suck ass. The book described how most of the Nazi officer's were homosexuals with sadistic tendencies. The officers would dress up in women's clothing and fuck each other up the ass.
They seldom used women for pleasure, the Nazis preferred young boys. But they liked to degrade women, because they envied women. Nazis wanted to be women, but they couldn't.
According to Matthew's book, the perverted homosexual storm troopers of Hitler's empire, ravaged Europe, trying to satisfy their lust for ass-fucking little boys and for hurting women. Matthew's book also said that the war was a result of this sex-mad perversion, not a result of economic or national conflicts.
Interesting, thought Matthew, putting down the book and jacking himself off until his come spurted in a long wet line across his bedsheets.
Then he went to sleep, listening to starving Alice's pleas from the kitchen, listening to her beg to have another chance to fuck him good so she could eat.
The next morning the girl gave him a spectacular fuck and he had her lick his feet as well. Then he gave her some dry dog food in her dish. She ate it gratefully.
That day, the blonde Miss Cohell came around to his office again, still with her damned chastity belt firmly in place. She admitted that she was wild for pussy sex, but that she couldn't get the key until the thirtieth of the month, since it was in a time vault at her bank.
The man begged to spank Anita and to fuck her up the anus, and he did.
While he was fucking the ass wiggling chastity-belted rich blonde up the ass as she bent on her hands and knees, he was thinking. He was thinking about how maybe he should get married and settle down. Why not marry the rich masochistic blonde divorcee he was ass fucking?
She was a beautiful specimen of sophisticated feminine pulchritude, no doubt about that. Perhaps he should marry her and spend the rest of his life warming his horny long cock in her pussy, between her succulent pussy lips....
She screamed out as they came together. "I'm coming, keep it up, keep shoving your big dick in and out, in and out of my shit box! I need it, I need your hot come welling up in my bowels, mixing with my shit. Keep it up!"
He was excited at her sexual screams of urgent desire, and he came more and better than he had ever come inside his raven-haired secretary. This chic really turns me on, he thought, I think I will have her join me and Alice at home. It might be nice to watch the blonde beat up Alice and shove the dildo in Alice's quim hole.
As the rich divorcee lay dripping sperm from her twat lips,. Matthew invited her to come torture Alice with him that night at his apartment.
She lay silent for a moment.
"Will I be able to stay over?"
"Sure my love," replied naked dick-dripping Matthew.
"Good. I will go home and pack, then meet you back here to go to your place."
"Can you cook?"
"I usually have a maid do my cooking, but I can cook for you handsome."
The blonde dressed and wiggled her long luscious but sealed body out the door and Matthew jacked himself off, fantasizing about the time he would have that evening watching Anita cream Alice's ass with the whip, and screwing Alice up the cunt while he kissed, tongue-kissed Miss Cohell.
The time arrived. The rich blonde came back with an overnight bag and they left by taxi for the lawyer's apartment. To think, he mused, that the oil company thinks I am working night and day on their case when all I am doing is fucking and beating naked women! I bet that they would want their twenty-five-thousand-dollar retainer back if they knew that I was goofing off on the job!
It didn't matter, he figured. He knew that the trial judge would be horny old Judge Murchison, and he would be able to buy the judge with his secretary's body like the last time.
He made a mental note as he got out of the taxi with luscious blonde Anita. He would have to remember to buy more black itching powder for Alice's cunt lips if he expected to have her fuck the horny old judge.
He laughed at the thought of the judge sending his stream of cobwebby old come into Alice's asshole or cunt. He put the key in the door and Anita looked at him funny because he had laughed for no apparent reason.
"Take your fucking clothes off, bitch, it's bad enough that I can't get at your sex because of your chastity belt, but I want to see the rest of your body!"
The blonde stripped, but in addition to the chastity belt, she now wore an irremovable bra. It was locked on and was made of chrome metal, so it couldn't be bent off or even taken down to reveal Miss Cohell's appealing white titties.
He looked at the clasp. It was for a key.
"Where's the key to your bra, bitch?"
"In the bank vault. It can't be taken out for thirty days."
He bent Miss Cohell's supple body over the edge of the bed and was about to fuck her up the ass when he noticed that an anus shield had been added to the chastity belt.
She giggled.
"All right, where is the key to your asshole protector, you can't tell me you don't have it, you wouldn't be able to shit if you didn't have the key!"
The blonde seductress said that there was a key at her apartment and that she was on a low residue diet that made it unnecessary for her to go to the John until the next day.
He was mad as hell. He couldn't squeeze her tits, he couldn't fuck her cunt, and now, he couldn't shove his horny twitching blue-veined rod up her asshole. He kicked her in the stomach and ran to untie Alice on the condition that she whip the daylights out of the rich blonde while Alice opened her legs and let Matthew fuck her in the cunt.
Alice had been tied like a dog for a week and she would have whipped herself even to be released. Also, she had a terrible itching desire to fuck again.
Matthew, with the black-haired slave's assistance, tied Miss Cohell's slim curvy body spread on the bed, but they knew they couldn't hurt the woman's sex parts, as they were all covered with metal.
As Alice whipped the blonde, Matthew shoved into her quim, causing her to. bend forward and making her aim very randomly.
"Stop hitting my beautiful face, Alice, the whip might scar me!"
"Who gives a fuck?" the naked fucking couple chorused.
"As a matter-of-fact, hurt her mouth, cut her lips with the lash, Alice!" insisted the imbedded man.
Alice laughed and bucked her ass at the man's dick to excite him while she slashed the blonde's lips with the lash-tip, causing drops of blood to trickle down the woman's chin.
"Stop, you're hurting me, you slimy bitch!"
Alice and Matthew laughed, of course she was being hurt, that's what a masochistic woman is for....
Matthew bucked a bucketful of sperm juice into the raven-haired quaking secretary's quim, while she energetically continued to slam the blonde's cheeks with the lash.
"That's it," yelled Alice, in simultaneous gushing climax with Matthew, "I need it, don't stop, don't stop. Make me come too, I'm coming now. More! Faster!"
She writhed her hips and gasped as her pussy-juice splashed against his penetrated member and exhausted, she fell across the tied naked blonde. Alice bit the blonde's stomach because the metal bra kept her away from the tits.
"Ow!"
"Shut up blondie," complained Alice.
"Yeah," said Matthew, "shut the fuck up and stop complaining. What kind of treatment do you expect when you lock up your asshole, your cunt and your titties, lock them away from our lips and my dick!"
Alice stood on the metalled-over woman's stomach and began to do a dance.
"Stop, you're upsetting my stomach!"
"You bet," said the dancing secretary, "I hope it makes you want to crap, because you can't."
"That give me an idea," said Matthew.
Alice saw him return momentarily from the kitchen with a box of prunes.
"Let's force her to swallow all these prunes, and then she will want to crap, but her damned keyless anus protector won't let her!"
"Great," smiled the game-for-anything secretary, cupping and squeezing one of her nipples, excited at the new idea for torturing the blonde.
Together they stuffed the prunes down the blonde's gagging throat and then they waited for the chain reaction in the slim sophisticated woman's sealed bowels.
After about an hour the locked-away bowel hole laid a big fart, a sign that soon the tied blonde would have rampant diarrhea.
"Did you hear that fart?" asked Alice. "It sounded like a cannon shot!"
"Yeah."
"Well, when will she want to crap?"
"Soon Alice, soon."
It was soon, and she pleaded with Alice and the man to take a cab to her apartment and get the anus-protector's key from the drawer to unlatch her ass. She said she had to crap, but couldn't.
"Tough shit," Matthew quipped, and his naked pussy-dripping secretary laughed hysterically, diddling her clit with her thumb and index finger.
The man watched the raven-haired beauty come at her own hands, heaving and gasping, spurting womb jelly on the bedspread.
"Neat trick."
"Thanks Matthew," said Alice, blushing and lowering her eyelids.
"Jack me off now, and let me shoot my sperm at her face."
Alice liked the idea. It was like when she had aimed his come at Mrs. Zigo when Mrs. Zigo was nude and spread upside down in the office.
"What fun!" exclaimed the secretary as the blonde winced and sperm shot into her face from the man's hand-jacked dick. He gasped and told Alice to keep hand-jobbing him even after he spilled all over sticky-faced Miss Cohell.
"That was a gas!" smirked the relieved lawyer as his cock shriveled in Alice's energetic fingers. He liked the sight of his sticky come running all over Miss Cohell's face, dripping off her forehead and into her grey eyes. She had a look of disgust on her face. Her eyebrows and her eyelashes were all clogged with sperm juice, and her cheeks were splashed with the slimy stuff.
Alice said that she wished she could ejaculate on Miss Cohell too.
"Not possible, you don't have a pee pipe like I do," snickered the now limp lawyer, slipping out of Alice's hand.
"It's not fair!" complained the secretary. "Men have all the fun."
"Well, I don't have a cunt and you can come more often than I do," replied the observant jurisprudence expert.
"That's true," agreed Alice. "I guess having a cunt is better than having a dick. After all, with a cunt, you don't have to get it up all the time, you can fuck a hundred men a day, but a man couldn't fuck a hundred women a day!"
"True," said the naked lawyer.
The conversation seemed to have trickled out, so the lawyer suggested that he and Alice make some dinner while the blonde, her face covered with semen, reflect on her inability to expel shit.
Alice went into the kitchen with the lawyer who opened the icebox, removed a long carrot and shoved it up Alice's anus."
"That's cold," remarked the sensuously curved secretary, "but I like the feeling."
Taking her seriously, he shoved a set of ice cubes up her cunt, causing her to quiver and jump around the room until it all melted at her womb.
"Don't ever do that stuff again," said the black-haired cold-cunted bitch. She pulled the carrot out also, and then made hamburgers for the both of them.
"How's the burger?"
"Not bad, Alice, not bad. Where did you learn to cook?"
"I used to make mudpies as a little girl and feed them to stupid boys. I put Spanish fly in your hamburger, you know."
Matthew thought she was joking until his big cock became erect and began twitching uncontrollably.
The secretary laughed, "See, I bet you thought I was kidding, you scumhead!"
He took her and sat her down on his dork, coming uncontrollably immediately in her cool cunt.
I can't get rid of my erection," shouted the lawyer, "Why is that?"
"The aphrodisiac's effects last one hour, during that time you will fuck anything in sight that you can get it into!"
Dismayed, the lawyer told Alice to bend down on her hands and knees and he shoved it into her anus.
He came again and again, still he was not satisfied and he was as stiff as ever.
"How do I get rid of my erection, I am tired as hell but just want more and more pussy!"
"Well, if you fuck a cantaloupe, sometimes the juices make your cock shrivel...."
"Really," said the near hysterical lawyer, eyeing his throbbing insatiable dick, "do we have a cantaloupe?"
Fortunately they did and Alice cut a prick hole in the juicy fruit and Matthew slammed his dick into the hole, splashing seeds all over the room as Alice held it against her body.
Matthew thought that he was being put on, and that the whole idea that a cantaloupe's cold juice could shrivel an erection was a lot of hogwash, but it worked!
Relieved that he could now stop fucking, relieved that his dick would leave him alone, he once again began eating his hamburger.
He was mad at Alice for her little trick, but at least she helped him when he couldn't stop fucking, and that was something, It showed that she cared for him....
Alice stared at the naked, sexy ruggedly good-looking lawyer and she realized that she was in love with him, or at least in love with his big prick.
They both sighed as they listened to the blonde's urgent screams.
"I suppose we could go and get her anus key, don't you think so Alice?"
"I suppose...."
They dressed, and with instructions for getting the key out of her drawer, the pair left for the blonde's apartment by taxicab.
While they rode down the congested city streets, the cab driver told them about the mayor.
"No shit!" Matthew exclaimed.
"No shit," said the taxicab driver. "Amazing, isn't it?"
When they returned and untied and unplugged the blonde's asshole, Anita ran to the toilet and splooshed into the bowl, filling it to the brim with warm chocolate shit.
"Wow, what a relief!"
"Flush, you fuckheaded bitch, you are smelling up the whole house," Matthew insisted.
She flushed.
Matthew whipped her ass for being so smelly and then he shoved his dick into Anita as she bent over the edge of the bathtub. Alice crawled over them and got into the tub and started sucking and biting the dangling titties.
They kept up that way for a few days, beating and whipping each other, Anita being fucked up her only accessible hole, Alice getting the big dick in her quim, and the lawyer completely ignoring his case until the day before the trial.
"Wow," he realized, "I have a case tomorrow."
"Keep belt whipping my thighs," said the stripped and spread eagled secretary sprawled on the oak desk while metal brassiered Anita whipped her and while Matthew penetrated her hairless wet quim. Alice said that he was a great lawyer and that he shouldn't worry.
"You have to fuck Judge Murchison again, Alice." He came in her twat as she heaved her hips and protested. She said she didn't want to fuck the horny old judge again, especially not to save an oil company that had dumped its waste in the forest, killing all sorts of animals and plants.
"You have to!" insisted Matthew. He took the bottle of black Mexican itching powder from the drawer. He rubbed some onto the spread-eagled girl's pink quim lips and waited for her to get horny. It didn't take long.
"Fuck me again. Please!"
"Only if you agree to fuck the judge. It is probably the only way I can win this case because I have been ignoring it for so long."
"I guess I will fuck anyone with that powder on my pussy, but buy me a chocolate ice cream soda before I do it, okay?"
"It's a deal!"
"Now fuck the daylights out of my urgently itching, crawling cunt!"
He did, and Anita whipped Alice's bare breasts while the man got his jolly jerk off in the splashy womb hole.
"That's better," Alice gasped after she had come twice. Sperm was dribbling out of her hole and she was happy. She was pregnant too, just like the blonde. They both had realized it that week, because they both missed their menstruation.
"I'm pregnant by the way, Matthew," smiled the tied-up bitch.
"Me too," said the blonde.
"Really?" said Matthew. "Am I going to have kids?"
"You bet," said Alice.
"You did it, marry me!" demanded the blonde, running over and kissing his lips passionately.
"Marry me!" demanded the raven-haired cunt.
"Oh, me!" exclaimed the naked lawyer. "Woe is me!"
"If you don't marry me," said the blonde, "I will hire goons to cut your balls off."
"If you don't marry me," said the tied bitch, "I will cut your balls off myself."
Matthew knew they both meant it, and as a lawyer he knew that one doesn't go around looking for trouble and he had an idea. He untied Alice and took her into the John and closed the door.
He kissed the secretary's naked tits and told her that he would marry her in a month, and that he would tell the blonde that he wasn't going to marry her, but that he wanted to do it in private, so as not to shame Anita.
Then he let Alice out beaming and he called the blonde. He told her that he had told Alice that he was going to marry the blonde and that he would give her money for an abortion. He said that Alice had agreed on the condition that they discussed it no further. Anita smiled and agreed to not speak about it any more. She said she was very happy and that on the thirtieth of the month, she would give Matthew the keys to her chastity belt and to her steel bra also. She madly tongue-kissed her alleged fiance.
He took both women to the movies on Forty-Second Street that night. They saw a double war movie filled with blood baths.
That night he fucked both of the pregnant bitches in his bed, shoving his samurai sword all the way up their bowel holes. Then after coming into each girl ecstatically, he went to sleep, sandwiched between them.
In the morning he was awaken by the lash of his own whip across his thighs, near his precious balls. He tried to move and realized that he was tied and spread on the bed.
"What's going on!"
"Liar, degenerate!" screamed whip-wielding Alice.
"Yeah, you jerk off scumbag! We both had a chat and we found out that you tricked us. You told us both that you were going to marry us!" The blonde was enraged and started whipping his balls with his belt, buckle flying.
Alice stopped whipping him to jump up on him and jack his dork with her wet hands. Then she mounted his stiffened dork and began pleasing her cunt.
"How I wish I could do that!" exclaimed the rich blonde. She continued beating Matthew's legs, stimulating his come into Alice's nice-place-to-visit.
The belt was getting too close to Alice's buttocks so Anita started beating the man's chest, while Alice slammed up and down, her cunt lips wetly around his stiff pole.
Matthew wondered if his balls weren't about to be chopped. That's what the women had threatened unless he agreed to marry them.
"Listen. I will marry both of you!"
"That's not possible!" said the blonde, but she put down the belt.
"Yes it is," said the lawyer. "I will marry you in the Kingdom of Badesh, near Saudi Arabia, and I will marry Alice too, at the same time. You see, polygamy is legal there."
"But back in this country the marriage will be illegal," the blonde had a good point, but the lawyer had a better one.
"Not if we become Badeshian citizens. Then we can enter the U.S. on a visa and it will be perfectly legal. As Badeshians we have every right to maintain our own customs."
"I want to remain an American," insisted Alice.
"That's up to you," said the smarty pants lawyer, "but if you remain American, you will have your child out of wedlock."
"Well, in that case," said the raven-haired fury, dismounting his expended limp dick, "I guess we will go to Badesh."
So they went to Badesh for the week, and they came back as Badeshian citizens, and polygamously married.
It was all very swift because Badeshian officials take bribes. There was one problem: the visa they had only allowed the three person couple to remain in the U.S. for six months.
"I loved the plane ride," said the new bride, Alice.
"Me too," said the other blushing bride, Anita.
The lawyer told them as he hastily put the key in the latch of Anita's chastity belt, that he knew how to get back in the U.S. with another visa.
They were all too horny for talk so, since it was the thirtieth of the month and Anita was able to get the chastity belt's key, she was opened and Matthew plunged into her smelly cunt.
"Give it to me Matthew, I am so fucking horny after a month of being pussy-locked. I need you to spurt your ejaculation onto my pregnant womb! I want to come and come and come. Alice! Bite my tits while he fucks me; use the other key to open my metal bra!"
Alice did as Anita asked, anxious to see the rich blonde's boulders once more, and even more anxious to bite the sweet tits to hell.
The blonde was mad for penetration and for having her squeezed tits open to Alice's painful mouth punishment.
"Sock it to me, shove it up my ever-loving pussy Matthew. Make me splash my cunt gush on your balls, you scum splashing mother!"
Matthew satisfied every one of the blonde's urgent requests, shoving it in and out, in and out until his balls quaked and shot hot cream into her womb's chamber. "Thanks, I needed that," the blonde said, rolling over and smiling, holding her drippy pussy and almost laughing from the thrilling sensations only then ebbing in her sink hole.
"You are pretty wet in your canal, you know," commented Matthew, "I thought my dick would drown in there."
They all laughed heartily, and Alice said, "I wish I had a dick."
Matthew decided to help her penetrate the blonde. "Go to the third drawer down in my desk and get the strap-on dildo. You can put it tightly about your waist and angle it anyway you want. Then you will be able angle it any way you want. Then you will be able [text missing in hardcopy pocketbook]
Alice was hot and heavy for piercing the blonde rich woman's long lean body with the big artificial dick. She ran to the drawer and extracted the hideous-looking rod of plastic attached to the straps and put the straps around her waist and under her pussy.
Matthew helped Alice secure it while Anita said, "Isn't that too big to fit in me?"
"Nothing," said Matthew, "is too big to put in your far-out cunt, bitch!"
That was that. Alice had the blonde spread and mounted her just like Matthew had, shoving the bumpy plastic imitation dick all the way up inside the groaning woman. Anita clawed at the desk in ecstasy, scratching the smooth surface.
"That feels so good. Draw it in and out, bitch. Shove it like Matthew shoved his dick into me. Make me come bitch!"
Alice wanted to comply but her hips weren't as strong in thrust as Matthew's manly pelvis was, and she had trouble.
Matthew egged her on with words, and when that failed, he picked up the whip and started violently lashing the naked secretary's big round ass cheeks, and that did the trick.
Alice, stimulated by the pain of lashing, made it in and out of the blonde spread woman like a banshee, and the blonde started yelling.
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Wow, she's really pouring it on. I need to come by a woman. I like it when her breasts slap on mine while she fucks my pussy!"
Matthew liked watching that exquisite episode. Seldom had he ever seen a woman fuck another woman with a dildo.
"Ow, don't whip my ass so damned hard, Matthew!"
"You slow down every time I stop whipping your ass crack, Alice."
"I'm done," smiled the blonde, naked victim of dildoism. "Tell her to stop, Matthew!"
Matthew was into whacking Alice's fanny with the whip, and he didn't tell Alice to stop penetrating Anita, didn't tell Alice to stop penetrating Anita, with its friction."
Alice liked fucking the blonde in the pussy so she didn't stop, just like Matthew didn't stop whipping his secretary's wiggling and bouncing naked ass.
"Stop! For hell's sake stop!" Anita tried to push the plunging secretary away, but it was not possible. The mad black-haired girl, her ass whipped raw, kept shoving the smoking dildo into Anita's abused quim.
CHAPTER FIVE
Anita didn't forget the overfucking she had gotten from Alice's plastic dildo the other day, and she plotted to revenge herself on the naked secretary and upon the lawyer who permitted and encouraged Alice.
As the three of them sat naked in the living room of Mr. Lattimore's apartment watching television, the sexy, lean blonde decided upon a course of action, one that would turn the pregnant secretary against her husband and boss, Matthew.
Since we are both the handsome lawyers' wives, thought Anita, it will be easy to arouse the suspicion that I am favored by him. Then Alice will need no encouragement to hurt her husband, and I will take care of her with Matthew's help after that.
It was a clever plan, the plan that only a second wife could employ.
"Matthew," asked the naked blonde coyly, "what are we going to call our child?"
"Quiet, I'm watching TV."
"That's a funny name."
Alice wanted to know what her kid by Matthew was going to be named, because it had never occurred to her to name the kid anything.
Matthew was twice as annoyed with Alice's interruption as he had been by the blonde. The blonde had known what an avid TV watcher the man was, and she had interrupted him in a commercial, not an important time in the program.
Alice had asked him her distracting question at the climax of the half hour detective story and Matthew flipped out.
"Slimy bitch, shut the fuck up!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm missing my program, that's why!"
"Who cares. Isn't our kid more important?"
"No."
"Well, I never-"
"Shut the fuck up. The detective sees the guy, but the guy has a hand grenade and the detective doesn't...."
"What are we going to name our kid?"
"How about unwanted or aborted?"
That last remark by the callous lawyer made Alice really pissed. She ran and got the whip and Matthew missed the climax of his TV program because she lashed out at him and wrapped the whip's long length around his neck, nearly choking him.
Snickering, the blonde moved safely away, rubbing her pussy at the sight of the naked lawyer choking and gasping for air as he fell to his knees. Alice with a whip was more powerful than the lawyer without one.
"I will abort you, you slimy mother!" Alice snarled, pulling the whip, causing red-faced Matthew to fall to the floor.
"I want a name for my kid, and I want him or her to be born!
"What did you say, you slimy cunt-lapper? I can't hear you."
"I ... can't ... breathe-"
"Must be the air pollution. Gets worse every day." Alice was in a joking mood, but mad, too.
The blonde watching the man's desperate attempt to loosen the lash around his neck came by her own fingers on the couch, splashing her warm thin cunt juice all over the elegant upholstery.
"Let me alone."
"Shut the fuck up," insisted Alice.
She realized that he liked the blonde better than he liked her, and that made her madder. The blonde at least had got some attention paid to her when she asked about her kid, but the lawyer had been very rude to her.
"I'll teach you, Matthew!"
Matthew had loosened the whip and tried to grab it and pull Alice down.
Alice kicked him in the groin and untangled the whip. Then she began lashing the fallen lawyer with long mighty strokes, on his neck, on his legs, and on his chest.
"Stop," he gasped.
"Why? It's fun!"
"Please-"
Another blow landed across his balls and that shut him up good.
"I will make sure you don't get anyone pregnant again, you scum-splashing jerk-off!" Alice aimed for his balls, kicking him whenever he tried to hide his precious possession.
"I don't care if I kill you," Alice bed. Actually, she only wanted to make his balls so sore that every time he came that month, he would cry out in agony. She knew that if a man's balls were severely whipped but not destroyed, the pain came back for at least a month at every ejaculation.
"You will be ballless by the time I am done," screeched the jealous bitch secretary. Each time she swung at him or kicked him in the groin, her titties jerked up and down, a most pleasing sight to the blonde masturbating in the corner.
Although it wasn't part of her plan, the blonde wanted to join in and punish the man. After all, he had been rough to her too, and he had snapped at Anita when she had asked him what to call her kid.
"Kick him," Anita yelled.
Alice took the suggestion.
Matthew was nearly unconscious, his balls ached tremendously from the whipping.
Anita ran over arid helped Alice tie the man spread-eagle in the bed and then punish him with palm slams to his chin, and to his Adam's apple.
Neither woman was surprised to see that the tortured man had an enormous erection, as men respond sexually to pain, pain stimulates men.
They one after the other got their kicks by mounting his stiff dick and slamming up and down on it until his agonized balls heaved up their juice, and until the women themselves were satisfied.
They kept him tied all that night and he was glad. He knew that he must be a total masochist for he enjoyed every minute of the brutality dished out by the two dames.
When they went to his office the next day to make a hasty collection of papers and information preparatory to going to court, they tied him, at his request, on the oak desk.
He was groaning the minute the secretary stripped him and then undressed herself. She stood on a chair while blondie pulled up her skirt and masturbated. Alice began kicking him in his ass, and the appealing man's prick got nice and stiff while he pleaded for the harpie to cease her foot probes and to allow him to fuck her up the cunt and anus.
"In a minute," said the naked fury, "but first I want your ass to be good and sore."
"Hurry, remember," said the tied lawyer, "I have a case this afternoon, the one for the oil company. You have to come and please the judge in his little room. That's the only way we can possibly win!"
"Shut up. I am going to hurt your balls again before we fuck!"
"No!"
He couldn't stop her, and Alice did what she had never done before. She bit his ball sac hard!
"Yii!" the agonized man screamed. "Stop, stop! Please, I will do anything, but don't...."
She bit him again, which was enough of a sight to make Anita come in her panties from her own thumb and index finger rub of her clitoris.
"Me next. I want to bite him, too," exclaimed the blonde.
"Wait. I want to fuck," said the naked secretary, mounting the pinned down man and shoving his dick between her luscious red and inflamed wet pussy lips.
"Shove, Matthew. Make me come joyously. Spread all your juicy ball come into my quim!"
Matthew erupted into her as she slammed her pussy up and down and he screamed in pain as his bitten and bruised balls banged up the sperm in a sudden torrent.
"Ow!" Alice said. "I guess it hurts to come when your balls have just been bitten."
Anita came over and tongue-kissed the man in pain and then said, "I like the idea of biting his balls. Can I do it myself?"
She had addressed her question to the secretary who was dismounting the tied down man, but Matthew answered for Alice.
"No!"
Alice frowned. "Don't pay attention to the bastard. Bite his balls if you think it will please your smelly pussy hole."
Anita bent while the man vainly tried to free himself and she bit into his sac and he screamed and screamed up the scale.
"Wow," said Alice, "he certainly has a set of lungs, doesn't he? I'm glad they don't like people to listen to what lawyers tell their clients."
"Huh?" asked Anita.
"Well," explained Alice, "naturally this office is soundproof, except for the window, and we are on the sixteenth floor. I don't think anybody could hear Matthew's screams coming from here."
"It's a good thing," said the slim, beautiful, rich blonde, mounting her naked body on Matthew's dick and starting to heave herself up and down. "I think the police would have been here after that last scream if it wasn't for the sound-proofing."
"Most definitely," said the naked secretary, caressing her own ample boobs.
She asked if she could stand on the chair and tongue-kiss with Anita while Anita pumped herself up and down on the man.
"Sure," said the blonde. "I'd love to have you tongue-kiss with me, especially while I have a big dick shoved up my quim. Come on."
They kissed and kissed, the saliva running down their chins and dripping on their red-tipped breasts while the blonde's pussy engulfed the lawyer's massive staff.
Matthew was almost out of sperm, but he dripped a few drops into the plunging, sopping wet cunt that sought pleasure on his rod, and the woman came, too.
"The fuck hardly had any come. I could barely feel his juice dribble into my quim. I like it better when he's like a burst dam, like a firehouse in action, you know what I mean, Alice?"
"I know what you mean, dear. I like it too when he gushes a torrent of hot cream into me.
The two naked beauties realized they had a lot in common.
"Say," asked Alice, "why don't you and I get dressed and go down to the deli and talk over a cup of coffee."
The blonde agreed, and they both dressed while Matthew remained tied, yelling, "Hey, how about me?"
They both ignored him because they were through with using him to give them a climax. That's what men are for, they agreed, to give women climaxes. That is the only function of a man. Men are lousy conversationalists anyway, they decided.
They locked the office door, leaving the lawyer spread and naked on the oak desk.
Down in the deli they seated themselves in a booth with two cups of coffee and began a marathon rap session. The coffee was high in caffein so they talked up a storm from its stimulating effect.
Alice said, "No wonder this country is fucked up!"
"What do you mean?"
"Simply this. Men run the country, that's why it's all fucked up."
"I agree," said the blonde. "We need a woman president. No doubt about that. The' men presidents haven't gotten the world to disarm or to abolish national boundaries and adopt a common language. A woman, a pussy in the White House. That's what is needed!"
Alice could see that Anita was no mere rich woman. She had thought about the world situation on her own, as Alice had done. Both of them felt that men should be utterly dominated by women, whip-wielding Amazon types that were masters in meditation and kung-fu.
"If we all knew kung-fu, the Chinese art of defense, if all women were stronger than men, we could take over the world!"
Alice thought that the blonde's idea for women to control the world's nations made a lot of sense. It was more than a good idea. With training in the martial arts, women, who live longer than men, and who have more endurance of heat and cold than men, would also be stronger than men.
"It has been proven by I.Q. testing that female children are naturally more intelligent than boy children, and that furthermore, they are genetically and sexually superior. Women are able to reproduce and are able to come more times per hour than men!"
"You're right, Anita," said Alice. "Let us be the vanguard of the female revolution! Long live cunt!"
Anita leaped at the idea of being the Lenin of the coming female revolution, of being a hero of feminine revolt. This would be no mere fight for female rights. It would be an organization to take over the world.
"What kind of flag should we have?" asked the blonde.
Alice thought for a second, then smiled. "I think it should be pink. A pair of long sensual female legs opened to reveal a shaven pussy, all swollen with excitement."
"That sounds like the best flag design ever. I agree."
Now that they had decided on a flag, they began to lay plans for world conquest.
"First," said Alice, "we must start kung-fu classes for all women. We will get it added to the social security amendment in the next session of Congress. My uncle is a congressman and he owes me a favor. I did something for him once when my mother was out, when I was eleven."
"Great. You mean you will tell the newspapers unless he sponsors a bill to make all women martial arts experts?"
"Yes," smirked Alice. "The penalty for sodomy in an eleven-year-old girl in this state is death. I am sure he won't want to be executed for what he did in a moment of lust eight years ago."
"What if the bill won't pass?" asked the blonde.
"It will pass! I will have my uncle tack it onto the President's pet project, reform of the social security system. The President needs the revision of social security. The revision permits him to deploy people sixty-five years or older around the world if it is necessary for the national defense."
"That's ridiculous!"
"Not really, Anita. With the money the government saves in social security benefits, plus the big youth vote he will get for drafting old people, the President is sure to be re-elected."
"It still sounds a little absurd to me."
"The President is a little absurd. He is a man, isn't he? It is men that have started all the wars. For thousands, maybe even millions of years, men have ruled the world and there hasn't been one peaceful century."
"True."
"Right! The President's social security bill is just another cover-up for expanding the role of the U.S. in world affairs. A lady president would never do such a thing. A lady president would pass a bill to make men serve women, for men to be slaves to the real master race, women!"
The female fascists realized that they were talking treason, so they lowered their voices.
"Do you know," whispered the blonde, "the penalty for plotting to forcibly overthrow the constitutional government of the United States of America? It's death!"
"I know," agreed the black-haired seductress, gulping down the last of her coffee, "but it has to be done. If women don't overthrow the government, then soon the enemies of the United States will overthrow the government Who do we want to overthrow the government, is the question. It is a moot point to discuss if it should be overthrown. That is only a matter of time. Would you rather have the male fascists or the commie red goons overthrow America?"
"Well no, Alice, but...."
But nothing, Anita. We have already gone too far just talking about this to turn back now. They could be listening in on us right now. What we have talked about is illegal."
"How so?"
"It is illegal to discuss the violent overthrow of the United States, to advocate or suggest such measures or to insinuate that such measures are practical, necessary or desirable! Those are the exact words of the 1972 Emergency Preparedness Act."
"Golly!" The seductive blonde was shitting a brick realizing that she had just violated federal treason laws. "I never would have thought that just talking-"
"It is conspiracy for two or more people to discuss the overthrow of the government It is even conspiracy to say that discussing the overthrow of the government is not conspiracy."
"Golly!"
"Exactly. So, let us continue our plans. One. We will get a law passed requiring all women to take kung-fu martial arts lessons. Two. We will adopt the flag we described. I suggest step number three would be the establishment in each kung-fu class of a political information cadre, a group of two or more politically sound women to teach the other women the correct way of seeing the world."
"What is the correct way of seeing the world, Alice?"
"Seeing the world the way we see it is the correct way to see the world. We must teach all American women that men are inferior and that they must be sexually and politically controlled by the master race, namely us women."
"I understand. Then what?"
"Well, after all, the women, who outnumber the men, incidentally, are trained killers, there will be a bloodbath across the nation, and women will win, of course. We will save some men for breeding purposes and for sex fun, but they will be caged and controlled by women, and they will be the common property of the community of women. We will castrate most of the surviving men and all the male babies and use the castrated men as slaves to work in the factories and mines."
"That's a good idea, but will the women like not getting fucked?"
"Women will get fucked more than they do now, but it will be with dildoes, strap-on dildoes. The men will only be used as suppliers of sperm for the sperm banks. Women will marry women, and when they want to have a child they will just get some frozen sperm from the sperm bank and they will impregnate each other with it. Men are unnecessary, even for creating children."
"Golly."
They ordered two more cups of coffee and then they went upstairs, determined to dominate and abuse at least their one man for the rest of the day.
"But I have to be in court!" exclaimed the naked spread lawyer.
"Shut the fuck up, male chauvinist pig!" exclaimed Alice. "I don't care where you have to be. Anita and I need to get your dick in our assholes."
They allowed him loose and said they would go to court to help the oil company provided that he give them fifty percent of the fee he charged the company for getting them acquitted. They both wanted his dick up their asses first, and it took a half hour to satisfy them that way.
During the time he fucked Anita up the ass, his secretary belt-whipped his buttocks, and when he fucked Alice's ass, Anita whacked his ass with the whip.
In court, the lawyer preferred to stand while making his plea. "Your Honor, Judge Murchison, may two of my associates have a word with you in your anteroom regarding procedures?"
The judge saw the wink he got from sexy blonde Anita, and from Alice, the girl he had beaten and fucked the last time. He agreed to hear the defense in private, much to the chagrin of the prosecuting attorney.
Alice and Anita immediately stripped down to their skin once alone with the lecherous old judge, and consummated the deal. He whipped and fucked them, and then he acquitted the oil company.
The environ mental coalition pulled a dirty trick though, and before the judge announced the acquittal, the prosecutor rose and demanded that his two buxom teenaged assistants be allowed to discuss the case privately with the judge, also.
The judge was damned near dead of exhaustion when he crawled back into his chair and declared a mistrial.
"Shit," said Matthew. "I thought we had it in the bag!"
The oil company executive, however, was pretty pleased with the results. "By the time this thing comes to trial again, the forest will be dead from our pollution and the environ mentalists won't sue when it is no longer possible to save that area. We have won!" He shook hands with Matthew and left exultantly, swinging his briefcase.
"Can you beat that!" smiled Alice.
"Yeah. Give us our fifty percent," said Anita.
The lawyer opened up his suitcase and counted out fifty stacks of twenty dollar bills. "Here you are," he said.
"Wow! How much is that?" said Alice. She had never seen such a large amount of cash.
"About twenty grand," frowned Anita. "Not much, but it will help get our martial arts law through Congress faster."
"Twenty grand!" exclaimed the secretary. 'That's a lot!"
"Not in politics it isn't," frowned the blonde. "We will need a lot more to bribe even two or three congressmen. The corporation gives them at least ten grand apiece when they want legislation passed or blocked."
"Gosh! I didn't realize that being a congressman paid so well."
"You have a lot to learn," said the blonde.
"What are you two talking about?" asked the lawyer. "What law? What congressmen?"
"Shut the fuck up, scum-shooter. It's none of your business. You had better be nice to us women, or you will be a slave in the new order to come!" Alice was adamant in discussing it no further.
Anita wanted to tell the man about his coming downfall and the downfall of all men, but she too kept her hp buttoned.
They went home, Alice stopping off with Anita to deposit their bribery fund in a local bank, the same bank that the blonde had secured her chastity belt key in.
Once in the lawyer's house, which the females considered home, Alice stripped down to her garter belt and stockings and told the man to pull his pants down and lay across her lap.
"Why?"
"Shut the fuck up," said Alice and she pushed the man down on her lap and Anita pulled his pants down and handed the black-haired bitch a brush with stiff bristles. The secretary began whacking the daylights out of the lawyer.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because," replied the not-to-be-put-off secretary.
Anita got a brush and joined Alice in pummeling the man's smelly ass and then they both worked to tie him up with ropes and throw him on the bed, still dressed, but with his shoes removed and his dick free of his pants.
"What are you two going to do?"
"None of your business. We decided that females are superior to men," said Alice, "so we are just going to be superior, aren't we, Anita?"
"Damned straight," she exclaimed.
"So," Anita said, picking up the whip, "I think we might shove this whip handle's wide width up your asshole or into your jabbering mouth."
"No!"
"That's all you ever say. No, no! I'm getting sick of it. Aren't you getting sick of it, Anita?"
"Yes."
Alice told Anita to take off all but her stockings and garter belt and to find the man's belt and join her in whacking his body.
Anita, pussy dripping and eager for torturing the big man, stripped off her clothes and stood next to Alice, winding the belt around her hands and sneering like an angry samurai.
"Let's teach this worm a real lesson this time," directed Anita. "Let's tie his balls and dick with a rope and hang him by the organ from the bathroom shower curtain rod."
The man, of course, protested, but soon the females, clad only in their black stockings and garter belts, had his balls and dick tied tightly with rope and were leading him to the John. He was nearly stumbling on his pants, which had fallen to his ankles.
"No, please!" he said, as he watched them throw the ball-connected rope over the shower curtain rod, and as they both attempted to lift him up by his balls, they found it didn't work. He howled and screamed as they attempted the age-old torture.
"Let's do something else," said Anita. "Let me see-"
"Perhaps we can shove his dick through the television screen. I get sick and tired of his watching TV all the time. It would be a fitting punishment."
Anita's suggestion was vetoed by Alice because Alice also liked TV.
Alice suggested that they peel the man's skin off with a potato peeler, but Anita thought that was too gruesome to be sexy. They had reached an impasse.
As they stood there holding the man by his sex rope, the near-naked heavy-breathing sexpots tried to think of something sexy and painful that they had not yet done to the ruggedly handsome lawyer.
It seemed that they had lost their imaginations, for as the man trembled for half an hour, they could think of nothing.
Finally, they threw him back on the bed, and they decided they were tired and should sleep.
"Perhaps when we awake, we shall have a good idea," said Alice. "Let's sleep on it."
"Okay," agreed the blonde, lying down on the bed alongside Matthew, on the other side of him from Alice.
They fell asleep, but the ball-tied man didn't. He was frightened about what would happen when the female supremacists awoke.
They slept for nine hours. The day had been exhausting.
When they awoke, it was dawn, and sunlight was streaming cheerfully through the window, causing the women's sensuous bodies to look even more alluring to the ball-tied man. He wished they would just let him fuck their pussies for a change without all of the torture and degradation.
He got a hard-on thinking of the time he had pissed into a cunt, sending gushes of hot urine into the struggling naked woman he had tied up.
"The worm is awake, too," sneered Anita. "Let's kick the shit out of him for starters."
Alice joined Anita in knocking the man off the bed and stomping on his chest and sex parts.
Then the secretary had the idea she had been unable to think of the day before. She ran and got the huge dildo. Anita positioned the pleading man on his bedroom desk, stripped him and held his ass cheeks open as the raven-haired nineteen-year-old shoved the instrument all the way into his bowels.
He groaned in pain, and the females were delighted.
"See how he moans every time you shove it in," snickered Alice, heaving her dildo in to penetrate the man more fully.
"Yes," smiled blonde, sensuous Anita, "and watch the shit ooze from his anus when you slide it back out. Interesting, isn't it?"
"Sure is. You know, I get such a charge out of shoving in a dildo that I should be a lesbian."
"You can dildo me next, beautiful," said Anita, lowering her eyes at her admission that she wanted to be dildoed by the raven-haired secretary.
"Okay," smiled the secretary, "I will."
Anita watched, more and more anxious to be penetrated herself in the same way that Alice was penetrating Matthew. Anita's pussy was flaming for action by the time that the secretary's lust had tapered enough for her to remove the dildo from the man's ass.
"You know," said the dildo-holding female, "I can't stand men. Here he is with a desk in both his bedroom and his office. Men just can't seem to separate pleasure and business. I bet before we came to live with him he would work nights on cases instead of balling or being beaten. What fucking drags men are. What sticks-in-the-mud!"
Anita had to agree. A desk did not belong in a bedroom. A bedroom was for fun!
"Now!" insisted the blonde.
Alice smiled. "Really?"
"Yes. Please shove the shit-covered dildo up my ass. I will close my eyes and lay on the bed on my side. I won't know which hole you have chosen until it is in me."
"Okay. If you want a surprise entry, you will get one," said Alice. "Lay down on the bed."
Alice obeyed and closed her eyes as she lay naked on her left side.
There was a stillness in the sunny room. Anita could sense that Alice was near, but nothing happened for the longest time.
Suddenly, a big object slammed into her anus, and she groaned in pleasure. She was sure that after Alice had used the dildo in the man's ass, she would have preferred to enter her vagina. It was a real surprise.
When Anita opened her eyes, she had even a bigger surprise, for the dildo up her ass was not the same one. Instead, the secretary had strapped on a bigger dildo and shoved it into Anita's rectum with the force of her strong hips.
"Hi," said Alice. "Surprise!"
"It is a big surprise, Alice. Thanks," said the penetrated woman.
Anita bucked and wiggled her sideways ass against the shoved-in dildo.
"That's it," she urged to Alice. "Shove it all the way up into my gut, and then move it sideways while I wiggle my ass. Twist it in and out. Make me feel like I am in ecstasy!"
Anita began diddling her cunt with her fingers while Alice worked out in her rear gymnasium.
"Soon," said Alice between moans, "there will be no men except the men castrated and used as factory workers. Then women will be fucked by other women with dildoes. I think that is a good idea, and women could stop taking birth control pills too. There would be no need for them."
"Yes," gasped the woman in her rear. "We might keep a few men with real sex organs around. Keep them constantly horny and feed them drugs. We would use them to write pornography for us women, pornography that would excite us to fuck one another with giant strap-on dildoes, dildoes twice the size of the one I am fucking you with."
The idea seemed like a good one to Alice. A group of oversexed and horny men to write salacious literature for the masses of nude and sex-starved women that would encourage them to make love to one another.
"The pornography would have to encourage lesbianism, all sorts of lesbianism, like incest, bestial, pedophiliac, S & M-"
"Yes, Alice," huffed Anita, nearly coming. "I think all pornography and all literature, for that matter, that referred to men and women copulating would have to be destroyed when women took over the world."
Anita came, heaving and gasping, trembling and quivering while Alice kept shoving in and out, in and out of the blonde's shit hole.
Then Anita strapped on the dildo and did it to Alice, up the vagina, and Matthew watched in horror as one woman absolutely satisfied another. It was true! Women didn't need men at all!
"That was wonderful!"
"Thanks, Alice. I tried to be as good at fucking you as you were in my asshole."
"You were better than I was, much better."
"You exaggerate. I love you, dear. I always will."
"I love you too, dear."
The two women tongue-kissed madly for a whole hour, probing each other's pussies while the man looked on bug-eyed and horny as hell.
"I want to screw," he pleaded.
"Fuck you, scumbag!" shouted Alice.
"Yeah, fuck off," said the tall, thin blonde.
The women went back to tongue-kissing for a while, then they lay down on the floor in a sixty-nine position and sucked each other's tits to ultimate ecstasy while the man got so excited that he ejaculated into thin air from his frenzied, throbbing, blue-veined dick.
"How disgusting," said Alice, upon whom the sperm had landed. "I will get him for messing up my titties with his scum, but first I will finish sucking you off, Anita."
They both went back to mad sixty-nining, beavering each other's pussies to tingling happiness. The sperm ran slowly down Alice's left breast, and oozed onto the floor.
Matthew winced as he realized that he was about to be punished by the black-haired beauty for ejaculating on her breasts.
CHAPTER SIX
The girls tied Matthew down on the desk and they lit torches. The torches were made out of rolls of paper. They each had one torch, which they slid over the surface of the naked man's skin, not long enough to sear him, but long enough to hurt.
As he cried out in vain, Alice's torch went out. Anita was pretty bored with burning the man, so the torch was passed to Alice for a new degradation.
Alice took it and singed the man's regrown cock hairs.
"Ow!" yelled the man; it was hot, but at least she removed it before he caught fire in his bush.
"That's just a teaser to what will happen to you the next time you spill sperm on my lovely body," warned Alice.
"I won't do it again!"
"You better not!" She blew out the paper torch.
Matthew sighed a sigh of relief. He knew now that the females had turned into misandrists. The men-haters would stop at no torture, no degradation of his body, he realized that also. He knew they would probably watch him constantly and keep him as a slave, and he wanted to rule them. He didn't want the women to control him, he wanted to use them as sex slaves and torture victims.
The girls dressed and went to the corner candy store, where they had malted milks, and they talked about men and other trivial things.
"Are you sure we tied Matthew tightly enough?" asked Alice.
"Positive."
"Well, that's good. I can drink my chocolate malt in peace," said Alice. "You are very good at tying knots."
"I used to be an Outdoors Girl," said the blonde.
"Gosh. What else do you know?"
"I know a lot."
"I know a lot, too, Anita, ask me a question, any question."
"Okay. What are the names of the five Presidents on a one-dollar bill, a five-dollar bill, a ten, a twenty and a fifty?"
"That's easy! President Washington, President Lincoln, that's on a five. Then there's President Hamilton on a ten-spot, and Jackson on a twenty. Then President Grant is on a fifty!"
"Wrong!"
"I know I'm right. The president's are Washington, Lincoln, Hamilton, Jackson and Grant. Look, I have one of each bill in my pocket."
She pulled out her wallet and spilled a set of bills, each with a different picture. "See? Washington, Lincoln, Hamilton, Jackson and Grant!"
"Stupid!" smiled the other female, "Hamilton was NEVER president!"
"What?"
"That's right, he was Secretary of the Treasury."
"But...."
"I said name the presidents!"
"You tricked me!"
"You pay for the malteds."
"Shit."
The winner laughed and sipped on her refreshment, "That gets them every time."
"I never knew that Hamilton was never president...."
"You know now." They looked at each other. "What a clever trick. Who told you about Hamilton?"
"Washington."
"Very funny."
They finished up and paid the bill and walked back to the apartment and stripped down to their stockings and garterbelts again. Neither of them liked to wear their clothes on any occasion whatsoever.
The lawyer wanted to be untied, and complained about his treatment of late.
"You are a man aren't you? So you deserve," said Alice, "whatever we do to you. I think I will urinate in your mouth."
"No."
"Yes."
"Please don't...."
"But you did it once, and you said it was a lot of fun to pee in a mouth. Do you remember? It was in your office."
"But...."
"Get the mouth pipe, Anita!" smirked the near-naked secretary, her boobs heaving up and down as she breathed heavy, excited at the possibility of being the first woman to ever pee in the lawyer's mouth.
"Don't do it, Anita!" pleaded the tied-down victim. It was useless. The females were in collusion, determined to degrade the man.
Alice laughed. "She won't obey you anymore. The time of male supremacy has passed, today begins the new world order, one in which women rule and in which the men are only slave labor and sources of sperm for reproduction."
The lawyer realized that what the women had been so hush-hush about was now being revealed to him inadvertently by Alice's blabbing tongue. They were setting up some sort of organization to take over the world. An organization to degrade men and make women the rulers. He wondered if they had gone mad from the pain he had given them or whether there was method in their madness.
Surely, he thought, such a plan was ridiculous, if only for the reason that men were stronger physically than women and that alone would stop them.
Anita wiggled her ass back into the room with the same mouth pipe that Matthew had employed when he pissed in their mouths.
"Please, I will give you both more money if you don't do it, Alice."
"Your pleas will get you nowhere, bastard. I and the blonde are both going to piss in your mouth. We have been storing our urine up all day for just this occasion and we can hardly wait to gush it down past your tonsils and into your ever-loving stomach."
"No...."
"You bet your ass, lawyer, buddy," said Anita, and as Alice pried open his reluctant jaws, Anita shoved in the mouth pipe, which would keep his mouth open while they sat with their dripping urinating cunts on the pipe and pissed to their hearts' content.
It was no longer possible for the bound and bruised lawyer to protest. Alice mounted him, spreading her legs open wide and securing her pussy lips against the mouth pipe while Anita stared and rubbed her clit. It was a grand old sight, thought the blonde, watching as Alice smiled and as the lawyer begin his compulsory swallowing of her stream of caustic urine.
Alice pissed for the longest time, possibly a record time, thought the blonde, who herself was anxious to do the same degrading thing to the naked and sprawled man.
Anita got her turn and the man's eyes were rolling and he was burping yellow bubbles of gas up his nose while the rich woman's slim thighs surrounded his head and while she pissed into the short pipe, filling him with her yellow release.
"It was fun," said Alice, "I felt really superior."
"I feel great pissing into Matthew's mouth, it makes me feel superior to all men!" said Anita as she wiggled to let the last few drips slide down the inside of the pipe and into the man's gulping throat.
The lawyer was crying, sobbing like a child that had lost himself in a crowd and was unable to find his mother.
"Look at his tears, Alice," exulted Anita, "I think we have broken him, I think that from now on he will be our willing subject."
"Men's resistance to humiliation is very important to both of them. After all, their first step," commented the secretary, cupping her left titty and squeezing it affectionately, "is to women's rule."
"But men have tanks and guns."
"Women will take them away."
"They have computers," said the blonde.
"But we are the smarter sex. More women understand computers than men. Women will run the computers."
The more they discussed the plan to take over the country and then the world for women, the more plausible it sounded to the both of them. After all, their first step, getting the martial arts amendment through Congress would take them a long way towards their goal.
"We have a flag and a slogan," reminded Anita, "Put a CUNT in the White House!"
"Yes, that is an excellent slogan, the best one I have heard in years. What about uniforms?"
"Women will be able to take every army base in the country over merely by wearing nothing and walking up to the main gate. Once inside the maniacal, fanatical kung-fu experts will destroy all the men and take over the weapons. It can't miss. Once the women are on the march, the men are doomed."
"That's a good plan, going naked to get into the bases. What do we do about the missile bases, do we continue to carry on the policy of the male government, namely to maintain rocket weapons for massive retaliation in case of war?"
"Sure! Only we will make a deal with the women in the enemy countries to overthrow their male governments and then we will both disarm."
"I see. Women in power will bring about world peace, just the opposite of the situation with men in power!"
"Yes."
The women were thrilled in their pussies at the thought of millions of naked girls goose-stepping through the streets of Washington and Moscow, Peking and Tokyo with thousands of male prisoners held by ropes around their balls following behind.
Matthew said, "You will never get away with it! The army will crush you once they find out!"
"Stupid man," said Alice, "there is no way for them to stop us. It will be too late after the women become indoctrinated and taught kung-fu."
The lawyer laughed. "It's a ridiculous plan. How do you expect a male Congress to approve a martial arts act for training women in attack and defense?"
Alice told him about the favor owed by the congressman, and he fainted, realizing that they could get the legislation passed.
The females went out after dressing, to write a letter to their congressman, the one that owed the favor, the one that could be blackmailed unless he helped them.
"I am sure it will work," said Alice as she dropped the letter in the letterbox on the corner.
"Right!" said Anita, brushing her long straight blonde hair out of her face in the gathering wind. "Let's be sure he gets our message. We'll send him a telegram also."
They sent a telegram asking that the congressman contact them at the lawyer's number and discuss a deal with them regarding an incident with a girl of eleven years.
"Do you think he will remember?"
"I bet," said Alice, "that he has been trying unsuccessfully to forget it all these years, so he will remember."
They received a call that same night.
"Hello?" Alice picked up the receiver.
"Don't do anything rash," said the gruff congressman's voice, "I will get the martial arts amendment on the agenda and passed, just give me a little time. I got your telegram and the special delivery letter just a few hours ago. It will take time."
"You had better hurry it up a bit then, old congressman buddy, or else your name will be mud in the Potomac."
"I will, I will, just give me more time."
"You have a week to get it on the floor of the senate, then it's the kiss-off to your career, bub!" She clicked off.
Anita tongue-kissed her and said, 'That was wonderful, Alice, I think you really scared the shit out of him."
"I know I did, you have to talk tough to politicians."
"You did great. I bet we will have every woman in the country ready to fight within a year."
"No doubt about it."
"Once the women are forced to take martial arts classes, and once they realize that they are stronger than the men that have been ruling for centuries, h) will only be a few weeks until a woman is president of the United States."
"Maybe we should be president and vice-president. How about it, Alice?"
"Not a bad idea, blondie, not a bad idea at all...."
"After all, we started this."
"That's right. We deserve to hold power," said Alice.
"You can be vice-president."
"Are you kidding, Anita? I will be president and you will be vice-president!"
"No."
"Yes!"
They started scratching, biting and pulling hair, screaming that they and they alone would be the president of the United States after the feminine revolution.
Matthew snickered as he watched, and he knew that men were superior to women. Women are always power mad, they will destroy each other with their cattiness, that's why men rule to this day. He closed his eyes and went to sleep, happy now that he realized the women would fail in their objective.
The struggling females called it a draw and decided to share the pose of president and abolish the vice-presidency, a move which seemed logical.
Neither woman would admit to herself that the plan had not even gone into the first stage yet. Both considered that the revolution was won, assumed that women would win and that they would rule. Of course, this was a very fanciful idea, because the congressman that they were blackmailing at that moment committed suicide.
It was in the morning papers. The girls nearly passed out. It couldn't be! But it was....
"Oh fuck," Anita collapsed into a chair.
"Damn!" said Alice, and she began sobbing on the blonde's shoulder. "I thought it was in the bag. We had such a good plan...."
"Now, now," comforted the other, "We will take over some way, it will just take longer."
"How?" sobbed Alice. "How are we going to take over when we haven't got a congressman in our pocket?"
"I don't know, but I will think of a way."
"What we have to do," said the secretary, "is build a power base, from the bottom up. We need to have more women who want to punish and degrede men in the organization. How about adding Mrs. Zigo for starters? She wants to burn Matthew's balls, you know. He treated her pretty rough."
"Okay, that's not a bad idea. Call her up."
"I will!" The secretary bent over and dialed, her knockers swinging like pendulums as she twisted the fingers in the dial. Anita, was getting pussy-wet. It was so exciting to see Alice's big boobs jiggle with her every move, so sensuous, so sexy....
"Hello?" said the secretary. "This is Mr. Lattimore's naked secretary. I have the boss tied up. Would you like to come over and piss in his mouth?"
There was a pause, and then Alice said, "Fine, then I will expect you at the office in an hour."
"Let's get Matthew doped up on sleeping tablets and spill a little alcohol on his coat and take him in a cab to the office," said Alice. "Mrs. Zigo said she would like to help torture him very much."
"Good. I will stuff three pills down his throat. That will make him groggy enough to look drunk and we can take him down in the elevator and hail a cab."
They carried out their mission and they were soon spreading the naked man on the oak desk preparatory to binding him for Mrs. Zigo's pleasure.
All of a sudden he leaped up and kicked them to the floor. He told them the pills weren't sleeping pills, but stimulant pills and that he was going to teach them a lesson.
Brutally he stoned them and tore their clothes off as they begged for mercy. Then he tied their hands behind their backs and taped their mouths, throwing them like dirty laundry into the closet.
He smoked a cigar and waited for redheaded Mrs. Zigo, waited for her with a big hard-on and with his blue-veined penis throbbing.
She came in the door and he chopped her down with a forearm smash.
She crumpled to the floor.
He lunged at her, ripped her clothes from her body and shoved his huge dick up her pussy. The others had not been tied well and they started kicking at him and scratching his back, trying to pull him out of the redhead.
One of the females, he couldn't see which, got the long whip and started lashing him, making him pull out of the rich redhead's naked body and scream out in pain. Two women he could control, but three was too much!
"You bastard!" yelled the naked redhead, biting his ankle. The other girls piled on top of him, crushing him to the floor and scratching him, gouging at his eyes.
He trapped a wrist and twisted, heard it snap.
Alice screamed. So that's who it was, he smiled to himself. One down and two to go. He hoped be broke the bitch's arm.
He next disabled the redhead by strangling her into unconsciousness and finally he beat the persistent naked blonde to the floor with first blows to her breasts and her solar plexus, plus a kick in her wet pussy.
He was proud of himself, and he beat his chest like a great ape does after a victory, and he felt like his favorite hero, Sully Sack, in the book, "The Stars Are a Better Place."
He remembered that the character in the book always managed to win against all odds, but that Sully had some weapons. Matthew had defeated the girls without a stitch of clothing on and without a weapon.
That ought to prove, he thought, the superiority of a man to a woman once and for all.
The three doubled-over, groaning naked females were told to get on their feet and face the wall.
The lawyer took his belt off his pants on the floor and belt-whipped their asses, making sure to cause intimate pain inside their thighs when he ordered them to bend and spread wide.
"Wider!" he insisted, and he rained the belt buckle down on one set of pussy lips after another, determined to make the female's sex parts hurt as much as his balls had when they tortured him.
"How do you like to have your cunts whipped?" he snickered.
"Please," pleaded Alice. "I think my wrist is busted."
"Good!"
"My pussy," moaned Anita, her blonde pussy hairs all stained red.
"Tough!" He belt-lashed her cunt again and again.
Pretty soon all the women were at their wits' ends, but he was determined to give them so much sex-pain that they would become insensible, so that they would become deranged slaves.
Exhausted from his exertion, he slid down into his comfortable leather chair and watched the three naked ladies writhe and twitch on the floor. Perhaps he had hurt them too much.
No, he thought, they deserved it, especially the blonde and the secretary. Mrs. Zigo deserved it too, come to think of it. All women deserve to be beaten because they are envious of men and they must be kept in their places by men. They must be trained to obey a male voice.
Yes, that's the only role for women, he mused. Women must be sex slaves and no more. Women shouldn't receive an education in anything except fucking skills.
Women should only learn good fucking techniques, and how to scream, and how to heave their juicy hips up to please a man.
It was time to take away all rights that women had gained over the last permissive fifty years. Women should be prohibited from being voters or citizens at all. They should be reduced to absolute slavery by amending the constitution. Matthew wondered if he could pull a few strings in Washington and get such a bill on the floor of congress.
Alice managed to say something, weakly. She whispered that she accepted the fact that the lawyer was her sex master and that she was his slave. She asked to be treated as a slave.
Matthew beat the others until they bent and kissed his feet like Alice did, and they all pl-edged that they would forever be his slaves.
That's a good start, he thought, but all women should kiss all men's feet all over the world. It was time to re-establish male supremacy in the world.
He decided to call Washington that evening and get a bill introduced to strip women of citizenship.
"Fuck me," pleaded Alice, "up the ass."
He did while he reached around and squeezed and pinched her nipples.
Then Anita's bloody pussy was the subject of the lawyer's probe, and finally he got Mrs. Zigo up her ass with his steamy dick.
"Women are not happy," he said to all of them, "unless they are dehumanized, unless they are made degraded slaves of a man."
They all agreed.
"Kiss my feet!"
Alice and Anita kissed his feet while Mrs. Zigo tried to squeeze between them and lick, also. Matthew pulled his left foot away from Alice's tongue and kicked Mrs. Zigo in her breasts, leaving toenail cuts on her nipples.
"That's for being late!" he shouted.
When his feet were nice and clean, he made the females crawl naked around the room on their hands and knees while he whipped their buttocks.
"Do you like being whipped, Alice?"
"Yes, master."
"How about you, Anita?"
"Yes. I love it."
"And you, you redheaded bitch. How do you like pain?"
"I love to be dominated and humiliated."
"How about pain? Do you like pain?"
"Yes. Especially on my pussy lips."
"Good," smiled Matthew. "I intend to give you all exactly what you like from now on."
"Fuck me again up my asshole, master. Please," asked Alice.
The master put down his whip and shoved his dick up her asshole as she stood on her hands and knees, trembling. He was a kind master, giving ass fucks sometimes when his slaves asked for them.
Then he had the females torture each other, since he was getting too tired to torture them himself. It was a voyeur's dream. He just sat back in his leather chair and smoked a cigar while Mrs. Zigo was spread-eagled and tied on the oak desk top by the other naked, busty broads.
"Bum her with this cigar." He handed the lit cigar to Alice, who gleefully applied it to the redhead's big breasts.
"Ow!"
"That's fine," he commented to Alice, "but burn her breasts on the undersides. It's more sensitive there."
Anita asked to do something to Mrs. Zigo, too.
"What do you have in mind?" asked the master.
Anita told him and he smiled.
Anita was elated when her master approved and she went to get the tweezers. In a matter of moments, Anita was pulling Mrs. Zigo's red tangle of cunt hair out with the tweezers, one hair at a time.
Mrs. Zigo screamed and screamed until Alice shoved the dildo down her throat.
"That's a very pretty sight," said Matthew, rubbing his stiff pecker. "Thank you, Alice."
"I figured," smiled the black-haired beauty, "that she was too noisy, right?"
"Right."
Anita was pulling the last of the redhead's cunt hairs out when Matthew took his butane cigarette lighter and went over to her sprawled and spread body and burned its fingers and knuckles slightly. It was enough to cause pain, but not to raise blisters.
Anita then went into the John and brought out the giant enema bag and hose and asked Matthew if she could help the redhead's constipation problem.
"By all means," said the lawyer.
The blonde tied the bag tightly to a ceiling fixture, high overhead. She had to stand on a chair to reach it. Then she went into the bathroom and brought a bucket of water to fill the bag. Matthew could see that the water was steaming hot and soapy as well.
Then Anita attached the hose and shoved the nozzle end into the gagged redhead's anus. It was a tight fit, but very secure.
"Shall I open the valve and let the hot water gush into her bowels, Matthew, my master?" Anita was pink with anticipation.
"By all means. Please do," said the man.
Anita opened the valve and the water began its sudden journey into Mrs. Zigo's smelly chocolate candy box.
"Stop! The water is too hot!" screamed Mrs. Zigo. "I can't stand hot water enemas! They make me want to go right away!"
"Fuck you," said Matthew. "I don't care what a slimy bitch cunt like you thinks. I think a hot enema is just what you need, especially since this one will be twice as big as any you have previously had."
The redhead tried to free herself from the tight ropes about her ankles, knees, and wrists, but they were too tightly tied. Her bowels began swimming in a torrent of hot brown water and it started gushing out around the huge nozzle up her ass.
"Make sure the nozzle doesn't pop out!" ordered Matthew, and both the blonde and Alice held it tightly into the redhead's water-crammed anus.
"Don't worry, boss, we got it," exclaimed Alice.
Matthew left the girls with the situation well in hand and went to discharge his carefree bowels into the porcelain toilet while the pining woman groaned in anus anguish. She would not be allowed the luxury of excretion until she is driven mad from the pain, thought the man, as he lay a big turd in the water.
After he wiped and flushed, he went back to watch the girls work over the redhead, watched as they bit the big boobs and scratched the thighs on the insides.
He was excited and while Alice held the nozzle in Mrs. Zigo's ass crack, he took Anita up on the oak desk and told her to open her legs.!
He shoved his big throbbing blue-veined dork all the way up to her baby maker and started urgently plunging in and out like a fucking machine.
The naked girl's pussy dripped slippery juice, enabling the big pole to increase its furious pace. "I need it, Matthew. Make it wiggle in me. I need to be fucked up the ass and to be urinated in. I need a dick up my pussy hole and I need a man to whip and degrade my naked, sensuous body."
"I know," said Matthew, as he splashed sticky fluid into the pregnant blonde's long and slender body.
"Ball me 'til my cunt burns up, you big, powerful man."
"I will," said the taciturn man, still spilling gut juice into her anxious quim.
"Make me love you. Cut my nipples with your fingernails!"
"Okay." He scratched her nipples, then gouged around them. He hadn't had an opportunity to get a manicure lately, since he had always been tied up.
Anita groaned and her cunt seized and squeezed the man's masterful probe until he cried out Anita proved that women have great strength in their cunts, a strength that they seldom use due to laziness.
Matthew remembered teaching Alice to use her cunt muscles. He remembered how he refused to feed her and how he used to keep the black-haired buxom bitch chained and naked. He decided that from that day forward he would keep the sophisticated blonde the way he had treated Alice.
"Keep grinding your hips and heaving your pelvis, bitch!" he yelled to the blonde under him. "I want you to learn to really move when you fuck!"
"Yes sir!" She did move, digging up at his imbedded dork, making her pelvis the uppermost part of her writhing undulation.
"That's better."
"Yes, master."
"I will punish you later for your insufficient movements, but for now, go back and help Alice torture Mrs. Zigo."
"Yes sir."
He dismounted the obedient, nipple-torn blonde and went to his chair and lit another thin cigar. As he puffed away, he daydreamed happily about the time he had first fucked the redhead. He had taken her when she was upside down in the window, spread-eagled and available for his use. That had been a lot of fun.
He decided that he should insist that all the females depilitate their cunts frequently with the tweezers. He believed that it was more esthetic to see the cunt lips hanging down swollen and red without any obscuring pussy hairs.
He knew he had been somewhat delinquent with his law cases, but his new agreement with Judge Murchison would help him win most of the cases anyway. At least he could win those cases where the opposition did not also give the horny old judge some pussy also.
His daydreaming was interrupted by a buzzer. Someone was at the outer door, and they were ringing to be let in.
"Who could that be?" he said aloud. "Alice, is there an appointment I have forgotten?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Well, get dressed quick. Don't bother with shoes or stockings. Just slip on your dress. It might be something important, meaning involving money."
"Yes, master." The secretary slipped on her crumpled dress and ran out of the lawyer's office shutting the door. He could hear her answering the outer office door.
"Hello. I'm the secretary. Mr. Lattimore is indisposed at the moment. May I take a message or arrange an appointment?"
There was a pause, then a creaky old voice said, "Don't give me that shit, sister. You know perfectly well who I am. I am the judge that fucked you and your girl friend. Remember?"
"Yes," Matthew heard the secretary say coldly. "What can I do for you?"
"I want to fuck you again. Tell your boss to become un-indisposed at once!"
Matthew strode out naked to shake hands with the horny old man and invited him in.
"How would you like to whip and torture a new broad, a redhead, judge?"
"Can't say that I would mind. I tire of fucking the same girl more than once."
"Well, step into the other room and satisfy your dusty old prick. Try not to blow a valve."
"Don't worry, you oily-haired shyster. I have a better pecker and heart than you will ever have."
Matthew watched unabashedly as the sex-mad old judge stripped and mounted and fucked the tied down gagged redheaded divorcee.
"Look at how fast he is," said Matthew to Alice.
"Yeah," frowned Alice, "but he doesn't come much. At least not when he fucked me." Anita pointed out that while the judge was getting his jollies in the enema victim, the jammed in nozzle up Mrs. Zigo's ass was coming loose.
"Well, go hold it in, then," ordered the lawyer. "Do I have to tell you everything?"
Anita went over and held the nozzle into the redhead's anus while the horny old man shoved his wrinkled weapon into the splashy quim above Anita's hand.
"I feel like the little Dutch boy," said Anita. "I don't know how long I can hold out. This woman is about to erupt."
Matthew said that as soon as the judge came, they could escort the anxious enema victim to the toilet.
"After all," he observed, "she has been wanting to go shit for over a half hour. That should be enough to teach her who is boss around here."
The judge had a spasm when he came, and the girls placed him on the floor, afraid that he had kicked off.
Matthew bent over and listened to the judge's chest. "No, he's still with us, but I think that's all the fucking we are ever going to let him do. From now on, he can just watch or whip."
Anita and Alice were glad. They didn't like Murchison's shriveled old sword.
Matthew got a vial of alum nitrate from the medicine cabinet and broke it open under the judge's nostrils. Slowly, the judge opened his eyes and said, "I sure plugged the redheaded bitch good, didn't I?"
"You sure did, old timer," smiled Matthew. "Tell him not to fuck again," said Alice. "Yeah," agreed Anita.
"First we have to get the redhead untied and onto the toilet before she squirts shit all over my luxurious, elegant office." Matthew thought about the mess and smell that would result if they weren't fast in releasing Mrs. Zigo and he nearly retched.
"Hurry Alice," said Anita. "Help me untie the bitch then."
"I'm coming, Anita," said the secretary. She too realized that it was now a race with time.
They untied the redheaded victim and they carried her to the toilet with the hose and nozzle still in her.
Once she was seated on the toilet, they all sighed in relief, and Matthew bent over and jerked the nozzle from her ass.
His face was splashed with shit in the resultant downpour. Alice frantically flushed and flushed so that the bowl wouldn't clog or flow over and Matthew ripped the gag from the red-faced stutter.
"How do you feel, Mrs. Zigo?" he said sympathetically over the roar of her excretory avalanche. "Are you okay?"
"I am now," she gasped. "Who the hell fucked me the last time? It was great."
Matthew realized that the redhead liked the judge's prick better than his own and he got really mad at the woman seated on the bowl.
He began slapping her and the two naked assistants aided him by beating on the woman's big breasts.
"Get the whip!" yelled the lawyer.
Alice ran and brought back the whip.
"Give me some room."
Matthew brought the lash to bear on the screaming woman, who got up while she was still erupting, spilling warm turd all over the floor.
Matthew whipped the woman to the floor and she rolled around on the cold tiles trying to avoid his blows, getting covered from head to foot in her own excretion.
"Eat it or I will kill!" Matthew lied.
The redhead believed that he would really kill her, so she started licking the shit off the floor.
"That's better," said the man, lowering the stinging whip.
"Keep hitting her," urged the judge, more interested in hurting women than in watching them lick their own shit.
Matthew, however, preferred to see women degraded in that way. It made his prick as stiff as a steel rod to watch Mrs. Zigo eat shit.
"Hit her!" yelled Alice.
"Yes, hit her!" encouraged Anita, holding her left tit with one hand and diddling her pussy with the other, anxious for blood.
"No," said Matthew. "I prefer to watch her degrade herself."
"That is not a pretty sight," said the old man. "I think I am a little nauseous." He went over to the toilet bowl and barfed into it.
"Can't take it, can you, Your Honor?" ridiculed Matthew. "I hope I am not so queasy-stomached when I am as old as you are, Murchison."
"I am sick, too," said Alice, and she went to vomit in the sink.
Matthew couldn't understand why they didn't appreciate the view of Mrs. Zigo covered with her own shit and sucking pools of loose shit off the floor.
Suddenly, Anita fainted, falling in the pool of shit, splashing Mr. Lattimore's handsome face with excrement.
That made the lawyer's stomach ache and turn over and he joined the judge and threw up in the bowl.
"Stop!" he urged the floor-lapping redhead. "Don't do it any more. I'm sick!"
The redhead smiled at the lawyer and said, "I like to lick shit." Then she bent to her task again while all three observers gagged and vomited like motherfuckers.
"Stop!" yelled the blonde.
"No more!" said the green-faced secretary.
"Quit it," said Matthew as vomit boiled up in his throat and cascaded forward.
The redhead laughed and lapped on and on. She was in control of the situation and she was making them all sick as hell, and she knew it!
Finally, the lawyer barfed up the last of his food and took the belt and told all three women to go into the office. There as they stood against the wall, he belt-whipped their fat, round asses until they screamed out that they could stand no more.
"Enough!" yelled Mrs. Zigo.
Telling a sadist that you can take no more pain is an invitation to him to hurt you more, and that is exactly what the lawyer did.
Matthew kept belt-whipping the naked women while the judge joined him, using the lash.
"Give it to them," urged the old judge, himself quite a woman beater. "They deserve it."
"You too," admonished Matthew, "hit them harder, then love it, like all women love to be mistreated, degraded and whipped."
"I know," said the judge.
Both men aimed for the pussy, aimed to do maximum damage to the naked, screaming line of girls before them.
"Stop," the redhead yelled.
They both concentrated on hitting the one that had yelled out.
"Teach her!" demanded the judge.
"I will." Matthew was furious at Mrs. Zigo for yelling out.
"Enough!" said Mrs. Zigo, louder this time.
"Shut the fuck up!" screamed Matthew.
"Enough!" the redhead yelled again.
"Fuck!" exclaimed Matthew.
"De-sex her!" said the crazy old judge, trying to do just that with his whip between the woman's thighs.
The two other women fell to their knees and pleaded to be let go.
"Fuck you both!" Matthew kicked them in the cunt, and then he whipped them with his belt, all over their bodies.
"Stop!" Anita cried out, and then she began sobbing hysterically.
"I bate crying, bitch!" Matthew ground his heel into the blonde's pregnant stomach and she threw up all green on the carpet.
"Oh, shit," said Matthew, dropping the belt. He ran to the John and himself barfed in the bowl.
The judge joined him a minute afterwards.
"Disgusting," muttered the judge as their faces collided over the slimy toilet bowl.
"I think," gasped Matthew, "that Anita just had a miscarriage!"
"No shit!" remarked the old man.
"Yup."
"Well HI be ... w
"They are both pregnant-Mrs. Zigo too!"
"Why didn't you tell me?" said the judge, "I would have whipped them in the stomach more."
"I forgot," said the lawyer, wiping the slime from his mouth and reaching over to pull the flushometer.
"You forget a lot for a young fellow," smiled the crafty old bugger.
"I suppose you remember everything that has ever happened?" snapped Matthew. He was beginning to think that everyone was turning against him. First Mrs. Zigo said the judge fucked better, then the girls spoke while being beaten, now the judge made insults right to his face.
Matthew grabbed the skinny old man by the scruff of his neck and shoved him against the window. "One more remark out of you, you slimy old lecher, and out the window you go!"
The judge wrestled free. He was a good specimen to be so aged, and when he kicked Matthew in the balls, the lawyer felt it.
"Ow!"
"That will teach you respect for your elders, you ornery shyster."
"Why you...." Matthew slammed the judge against the window pain, smashing the glass. The judge just caught himself before he plunged all the way out. He rebounded with amazing agility at the young man.
"I never told you what my hobby was," said the judge, "but it happens to be KUNG-FU!" Murchison chopped the lawyer in the neck with the side of his hand and threw the lawyer against the desk, nearly breaking the young man's back.
Matthew felt really put down. He was being beaten up by an septuagenarian, and it was humiliating.
The old man received a kick to the solar plexus as he advanced on the lawyer, but he deflected it with his forearm.
The lawyer picked up a chair and smashed it over the judge's head. The old man fell unconscious.
Alice and Anita jumped naked on Matthew and Anita grabbed his balls and twisted, and he screamed and collapsed alongside the judge, writhing in pain.
Anita, the redhead and Alice started stomping him, determined to keep him down with their naked feet.
Suddenly, the door was smashed in and a team of blue-coated patrolmen stood, guns drawn, amazed at the sight in the clearing dust.
"Judge Murchison!" exclaimed one of the policemen.
The judge, naked as a jaybird, was sitting up, recovering and rubbing his head.
The boys in blue stared at the three naked and bruised women, at the whip on the floor, at the vomit in the rug, at the smashed window, at the naked lawyer.
"Wait till this hits the papers tomorrow!" exclaimed one cop.
Judge Murchison was used to handling the police. Many times he had cooperated with the police in giving reduced sentences to "cooperative" criminals.
"Now boys," said the judge, "can't we talk this over?"
"What's to talk over?" asked the big cop, and the little cop said, "Yeah, what's to talk about? We caught you guys red-handed in PERVERTED unnatural circumstances and you are all...."
"Wait a minute," said the big sergeant, "this is the judge that helped us put away the Sofalik mob last year Murphy."
"Really? Gee Garelin, I didn't know. I mean, all of them naked and weird and all...."
"Yes. I am Judge Murchison, and if you will excuse me, I will put on a towel in the bathroom and come back and talk to you."
"Go right ahead," said the big cop named Garelin. "I think you all better put on some clothes and then we will see what we can do for you all. Shut the door and pull up a chair, Murphy."
The little cop did as his sergeant asked.
When they were in some sort of clothing, they sat around and talked it over with the policemen.
"You know," said the judge, bluntly enough, "you cops have stumbled into a good situation. I suppose you have noticed the pulchritude and charm of our lady friends, especially when they were naked. I think they will like you both a lot, probably be eternally grateful to you, if you would just drop the whole matter."
"That's right," said Mrs. Zigo, "I also have some money around...."
"Are you offering me and the sergeant a bribe?" asked Murphy.
"Yes," said the judge.
"Plus a lot of good pussy fucking," blurted the blonde, unwrapping her towel and spreading her cunt lips up towards his face. Murphy sank back in his chair speechless, but she noticed that her cunt had made his pants stiffen in the crotch.
"Well, that's the deal, is that okay?" asked the judge.
"I don't...." said Murphy, but he was interrupted by the sergeant.
"I think it all depends on how much pussy and how much money. Cops don't come cheap you know. We might have gotten a promotion for this sensational pinch. Imagine breaking up a sex ring involving a famous old judge, three naked tortured women, and a lawyer! And look at this mess, man, I don't know what you all have been up to but...."
"Okay," said the judge. "I think between all of us there is about ten grand in cash to split between you two."
"Ten grand-that's a lot-"
"Shut up Murphy," said the big cop. "That's peanuts. We want twenty-five to get you all off the hook. That's less than five grand apiece, and cheap at the price. Of course, you have to throw in the girls and their pussies for that ridiculously low sum."
"Well," asked the judge, tightening his towel, "I guess we were caught with our pants down, right Matthew?"
Matthew emphatically agreed that they would accept the policeman's offer.
"Then it's done!" exclaimed the old judge. He liked concluding deals.
"I want the blonde and the redhead naked, in the bathroom with me right now!" insisted Garelin.
"Okay, big boy," smiled Mrs. Zigo, "come on, blondie."
The blonde girl also dropped her towel and they wiggled their asses invitingly as they strolled naked into the John, followed by Garelin, who was unzipping.
The door slammed and in a moment the remaining people could hear heavy breathing and the toilet seat creaking.
"He must be fucking one of them over the toilet bowl," smirked the old judge. "Why don't you take this beautiful black-haired creature and make some whoopee in the front office, patrolman?"
The patrolman was red in the face and for a minute Matthew thought he was going to refuse the sex and money bribe.
"Come on sister, let's make it!" Murphy said finally. A decision had been made in his mind and it was something like "when am I ever going to get to fuck a stacked raven-haired broad like this if I don't do it now?" He decided that the public had been unfair to him all those years, not supporting the police in the investigation of crime, not caring about whether he was getting enough pay, just not caring about the plight of the police officer.
Alice stood up and dropped her big bath towel to the floor, revealing her huge bruised breasts and softly rounded thighs and said, "Okay patrolman, come into the other room and shove your big hairy dick up into my lineup room, shove it into my asshole too if you want. I like any kind of sex.
"I like to be hurt too. I want to feel you bite my big tits. I want you to use me for your sex fantasies!"
The cop was biting his Up as he stiffly followed her to the outer office and shut the door. Pretty soon the moans of pleasure from patrolman Murphy joined the rising shouts from the bathroom. It was evident, thought the lawyer, that the big sergeant had discovered that the girls loved pain.
The judge sighed deeply and bent close to Matthew's ear to say, "We are off the hook now. The cops are doing the same thing we were doing. They can't bring us in now without getting in trouble themselves."
"Maybe we don't even have to pay them too Judge, right?"
"I think we had better. That's not a thing to fool around with. Besides, Mrs. Zigo has all the cash, right? She will pay them for all of us and we will owe her, get it?"
"I get it. Then we just keep her around tied and as a slave and never pay her off."
"Yes. I am afraid that the police will enjoy themselves so much with the women that they will insist on regular fucking privileges. That will be a drag because we won't be able to have them all the time."
"What should we do in that case?" asked the lawyer.
"Well," said the sly old man, "we could give them the blonde and Alice and keep Mrs. Zigo between the two of us. She is a sexy woman. She can serve both of us until we get some more girls."
"I guess that's the way it will be then," sighed the lawyer. "I guess they will insist on having the others. Listen to the noise they are making fucking them! I guess cops don't get to fuck much on duty. They are all so busy stopping muggings and accepting gifts from the syndicate."
"Most cops are honest," corrected the judge. "I myself even if I were honest, and I ain't, would accept two women and twenty-five grand to forget something like this. It's human nature! I am sure they didn't do it for the money. They did it for the sex. Most American men are really uptight. They have a lot of trouble finding a real good piece of ass like the girls."
"What if Garelin wants both the chicks he is having sex with in the bathroom?" The lawyer was worried about being without a cunt to shove it in. "I hope he won't want both!"
"Well, we will tell him he can have one. I think one is enough, he will agree. I think he likes the blonde best so we should end up keeping the redhead."
The two men sat in their towels and listened to the sergeant's and the blonde's voices from in the John:
"GIVE IT TO ME, YOU CUNT. SPREAD WIDER!"
"I CAN'T. THE TOILET SEAT ISN'T BIG ENOUGH. THE TUB WILL BE BETTER. LET ME BEND OVER THE SIDE OF THE TUB AND YOU CAN TAKE ME FROM BEHIND. YOU CAN SHOVE IT IN ANY HOLE THAT WAY!"
"DO WHAT I SAY BITCH!" There was the sound of a violent slap to the blonde's face and then whimpering as the blonde did whatever it was that the cop wanted.
Matthew had a pretty good idea what a big cop like Garelin would want from a girl like Anita, and he shuddered. There is only one thing that a cop thinks about that he can't have done to him by his wife....
The sounds from the outer office picked up too. The patrolman was obviously being ridden on his dork by the secretary. Matthew was familiar with the sound. It was the PAT, PAT, PAT of Alice's round soft ass slamming down on the man's thighs as she surrounded his upwards-extended dick with her wet pussy lips and pumped like a banshee.
"Faster!" yelled Murphy.
"Come, come," insisted the naked secretary. "Scratch and twist my breasts, I bet your wife never lets you do that!"
"She never even rides me! It's the same thing every night, she spreads and I shove in and out in and out until I come, what a drag."
"Well," said the naked secretary, tightening her cunt muscles about the naked patrolman's dick, "you can scratch and bite me and fuck me up the ass or anything."
"Get off me. I want to fuck you up your big wiggly ass! I have never fucked anyone in the ass in my whole life! Can you beat that? Forty years old and I never got to fuck a chick up the ass!"
"What a shame," said the bending secretary, using her hands to spread her ass cheeks to reveal her shit-crammed asshole. "Shove it in, officer. Pretend I am an alley you saw a mugger run into."
The patrolman didn't care for her oversimplistic invitation, but he liked the nice big asshole presented to his view and his throbbing blue-veined dick slammed its purple cockhead into place and inch by inch he oozed into her clammy bowels.
"Shove in faster and harder, patrolman, make your big hairy dick comfortable in my shit hole. Make your white creamy come splash into my warm chocolate pudding cup. I like you. I want you to shove in and out really good and reach around and squeeze my big dangling boobs while you fuck me up the asshole!"
Her frank sexual talk was so unlike his wife, so exciting. The patrolman eagerly complied, squeezing her tits and ramming his shit-covered cock in and out like a motherfucker while the bent-over girl wriggled her ass and juggled her dangling big breasts while he came closer and closer to release.
Finally he splashed an urgent message of delight into her slobberingly wet anus, splashing shit across the room with his last surge of energy, cramming his dork all the way into her rear end and gasping in delight.
A patrolman doesn't get to fuck on duty very often, he thought. It felt good to have one of his persistent fantasies fulfilled inside her anus.
Matthew and the judge both got hard-ons under their bath towels from the rising crescendo of "OOOOOH!" and "AHHHH!" from the other rooms.
In the bathroom particularly, the action was hot and heavy, for the imagination of the sergeant was being kept up with by the desperate attentions of two naked women.
While Garelin fucked Mrs. Zigo up the ass as she bent over the edge of the bathtub, he tongue-kissed with Anita's lovely mouth. That made him spurt his man's venom directly up into the bowels of the bent-over redhead until his bluing balls ached from overejaculation.
The three of them fell in the tub naked and the faucet somehow got turned on and the three figures became gradually covered with warm water while they splashed their sex juices and sucked and rubbed away like crazy people.
The sergeant had his dick into Anita's comely cunt now, in the water. Somehow Mrs.
Zigo had wrapped her hand around his balls and was v violently tugging on them and squeezing while she tongue-kissed him and while he squeezed her tits red.
The blonde's puss had another of Mrs. Zigo's hands in it, and the hand was mercilessly twisting her long clitoris while she fucked with the sergeant.
Water began spilling all over the floor and running under the door, alarming the two men sitting outside.
"Shit! What the fuck are they doing in there?" exclaimed the lawyer.
"We had better make them stop. If the water gets downstairs, we will have all hell to pay!"
They both pounded on the door to the John, but the three sexually-involved people inside weren't in the mood to care about overflowing water.
The sergeant was heaving another ounce of hot ball cream into Mrs. Zigo's succulent cunt and shouting at Anita to squeeze his balls. The girls had discovered that the police officer was nuts about having his balls tortured.
Some men are like that, they like ball pain while fucking, and the two naked furies were good at finding out what a man likes and giving it to him, satisfying his desire.
"Open the door!" yelled Matthew.
"Yes, open up, the damned place is flooding! What are you all doing? Shut off the water!" the judge knew that in a few moments, unless they cleaned up the water, all the people downstairs would complain and then someone would come up into the office and see what was going on.
Exhausted, the sergeant sunk in the warm water while Mrs. Zigo pulled the plug and while Anita tried to mop. Anita opened the door and they all used their towels to try to sop up the inch and a half of hot water.
It was no use, the water was all over the office as well as in the John and when the patrolman finished fucking Alice up the ass, they both came in and tried to help mop-a difficult task when there is only one mop!
Inevitably another squad car pulled up in front of the office building and the two new patrolmen then burst in on the naked people who were standing in a pool of water. They recognized their policemen friends.
There was another attempt to bribe these patrolmen, but they merely handcuffed all concerned and put coats over them and led them barefooted to the elevator.
As the elevator descended, the lawyer was told that not only was the group charged with illegal naked group sex and perversion, but also with bribery and attempted bribery "and probably sodomy too," snickered one patrolman. He had noticed the scum dripping from Alice's asshole.
"But why arrest us?" insisted the judge. "You could fuck these chicks all the time and get a lot of money at the same time if you just let us go!"
"He doesn't understand," said one cop to the other.
"We had better explain: we are on the anti-vice squad."
"So what?" said the judge. "Don't you two want pussy?"
"Well," said one cop, "the reason we were chosen for this detail was because neither of us have balls. Mine were shot off three years ago, and Mulligan here had his cut off by a mugger he caught, so we were ideal for the anti-sex squad, if you know what I mean. Both of us will get a promotion for bringing you all in, and that's what we want, we don't care about sex."
"Yeah," said the other cop as the elevator door opened, "and money isn't important because we both got ten grand apiece for losing our balls in the line of duty!"
"But what can you do with a promotion?" asked the judge. "You don't need money, and you don't need pussy. Then what do you want?"
"I don't know," said one of the new policemen. "I never thought about it."
"I bet I could get it up for you," smiled Alice.
"You better knock it off or you'll be charged with another count of attempted bribery," the lawyer advised.
"So what," snapped Alice. "I never heard of a man that didn't want any pussy. Let me see your balls."
Mulligan blushed and the other cop clicked his heels together.
"Please, have some respect," he said. "We lost our balls in the line of duty, while we were protecting you and the other citizens from those who are out to harm you."
"It looks like you're out to harm us," said Alice. "Why don't you let us go? All we were doing is balling a bit. Is there anything wrong with that? But you wouldn't understand. You don't have any heart. And you don't have any balls either."
As they were led out of the building, a crowd of people lined the path. They laughed and shouted as the nude captives were led out, wrapped only in a towel.
A photographer flashed a bulb to snap their picture. What a picture, he thought. The judge nude with those chicks. The papers will eat it up.
They were tossed into the wagon which was waiting at the curb. The cold metal seats were cold on their naked asses.
"This is preposterous," said the judge.
"This sucks," said Alice. "My ass is cold."
Mulligan climbed in back with them as the other cop sat up front to drive.
"I'm ashamed of you, sergeant," said Mulligan. "A member of the police force caught doing such deeds. It's a disgrace."
"Fuck you, damned eunuch," snapped the sergeant.
"Look," said the judge in a last-ditch effort to bribe the cop. "I can arrange for you to get a promotion if you let us go. I'm a judge, and I know all sorts of people that can help you. Believe me, you'll be better off."
Still the cop sat stone-faced, obviously unmoved.
"I'll fuck the ass off a friend of yours," said Alice. "If you don't want to, maybe he will. You'll be the most popular guy in your group."
"I don't have any friends," said Mulligan. "No one wants to hang around with me because I don't have any balls. Me and my partner stick together. He's the only one that can take me."
The wagon started bouncing along the street, tossing the captives around in the back. It looked as if there was no way to reach the cop. He was positively incorruptible.
"I can't believe it," said the sergeant. "How come I never had a cop like you in my squad? These bastards would have jumped at any offer."
"I'm sorry," said the cop. "But that's the way the ball bounces."
