The story of those who use and abuse power; and the fictional investigation of the relationship between love of power and sexual sadism. The political elite in a small town use blackmail in their thrust for power, and devise wildly painful games and punishment costumes to sate their need for sado-sexuality. Not even the candidate's family escapes as his wife is transformed into an unyielding dominatrix and his daughter is raped by the candidate himself! A story too realistic and incisive to be dismissed as mere fiction. A detailed portrayal of the manner in which power corrupts-absolutely!
CHAPTER ONE
James Hervey slipped his hand under his secretary's skirt. Kitty Marsden had been his right arm and confidante for nearly seven years; her physical charms were as necessary to his well being as her unsurpassed efficiency in the law office.
He gazed familiarly at the beautiful woman who always had the the right solution to his every problem.
Kitty was in her late twenties, jet black hair which she wore in a severe chignon at the base of her neck. A tall, full breasted slender creature, she had been in love with her employer from the first day she came in off the street looking for a job as a legal secretary.
"Mnnn, Jim, not now," she purred pulling herself away from his roving hands, holding a sheaf of papers needing attention. "We've work to do."
"I wouldn't call this work," he chuckled as he inserted his hand up the leg of her wispy panties to rub the nylon wrapped mound hiding a hot, moist cunny borough. "Commere!"
Kitty nearly swooned as she always did when Jim touched her. She put the papers down on the desk and let him draw her nearer.
His fingers edged aside the elastic of her panties and manipulated her love button vigorously until she fell against his shoulder. He pulled her down on his knees with one arm as the other continued to knead and rub the erotic area.
"Oooohhh, Jim, Jim," she moaned, rubbing her body against him. She reached between his legs to feel the hard cock pressing against the restrictive trousers. On contact, he grunted lustfully and thrust a finger deeply into Kitty's love pot which was already overflowing with sex juice, smacking wetly and hungrily.
She planted her mouth firmly on his, opened wide to meet his tongue that shot forward to mingle with hers, sucking the saliva from him, pushing her own tongue into his mouth and retreating to make room once more for his love flesh. His one hand fully occupied. His middle finger was thrust up her quim, and he pinched and rolled her little love button between his thumb and forefinger turning on the taps of her wet fountain. With his other hand he deftly unbuttoned her blouse to free the braless, aroused breasts, and cupped one and then the other, squeezing the soft pliable hillocks.
"Oh, god," she gasped as he pinched the taut, red nipples. The fire of passion was now burning throughout her body. Her breasts were aflame with his touch, her cunt searing his reaming finger.
Taking a nipple between two fingers, he pinched hard, and pulled and stretched the nipple out as far as it would go. Kitty screamed, muffled as it was by the mouth covering hers. The pain was exquisite, overshadowed by the erotic desire it produced.
"Hurt me more," she moaned, pulling her face away from his. "Darling, hurt me again."
He pinched harder and stretched further until her breasts ached with pleasurable pain and the nipples had turned an angry red, elongated and throbbing for more and more. Hunching over, he brought his mouth down on one breast, and he flicked his tongue across the ravaged nipple. It was a maddening, teasing motion that caused Kitty to squirm and wriggle her whole body which was so effectively impaled on his middle finger. Passion welled up in her body so that she thought she would explode at any moment. She fought for control of her ballooning lust, to no avail.
James Hervey, who prided himself in the ability to perform sexual tasks with unrivaled finesse, recognized the pitch of her arousal which he knew could be drawn out and heightened by the right technique. He pulled his finger out of her hot little kiln and slipped her off his knees so that she stood beside him, trembling with unsated sex, half standing half kneeling.
Casually, he unzipped his fly and slipped his pants and shorts down to his thighs, revealing an enormous, hard purple-knobbed pole. The veins stood out twitching from the pressure of the passion blood running through. He pushed the chair back from the desk and presented the view to his mistress.
"Oh my god," she cried. "Let me! Let me!" she begged. Kitty fell to her knees between Jim's legs and took the rod into her mouth. She shivered uncontrollably as he held her by hair and shoved his strong, controlled cock in until he reached the back of her throat. She closed her mouth around the thick meatus and sucked thirstily for his juices that were escaping in slight droplets.
At the very moment, before he would shoot his spunk into her grasping throat, Jim pulled Kitty's head back roughly so that her chignon came loose and her hair fell loosely about her shoulders.
"Take your panties off, my love," he purred.
Kitty dazed and half mad with longing for sexual fulfillment allowed herself to be helped to a standing position and like a robot slipped out of her sheer, brief panties.
Jim sat back on his chair, his rigid pole sticking straight up, domed with a purple bulb; only the spasms of his belly muscles belied the intensity of his arousal. He raised Kitty's skirt and grasped her firmly by her marble hips. Her body responded to his every touch.
She did not have to be told what to do now. Spreading her legs she straddled his extended legs and brought her ravenous cunny to just above the jutting cock. She tried to push her body down on the spike below, but his hands held her firm, teasing, daring her to show a greater strength.
She cried in desperate frustration, "Darling, please. Please let me feel your cock inside me. Please. Please."
"What do you want," he whined. "Tell me, my love."
"Jim, please. For god's sake. M ... make love to me."
Still he kept her a hair's breath away from his distended prick, though he wanted the feel of her moist hot little oven around his sex as much as she wanted it. "Not until you beg me like a good little girl," he teased.
"Yes. Yes, please! Darling, Jim, please, please, f ... fuck me!" she moaned. Her natural aversion to such coarse words, in early adolescence, had been overcome by her unbridled animal lust of the moment.
He relented and pulled her gaping cunt onto his thick, hard machine so that she wailed and moaned in her passion. Wildly she bounced and bobbed up and down on her pricking throne, unaware of anything but the joy of the moment. Her bared breasts maintained the rhythm of the two bodies melded in the love dance. James Hervey grunted with each lunge upward into the sheath that clicked obscenely with each new penetration. The drumming of the iron penis against the walls of Kitty's passage caused her to tremble uncontrollably, her eyes to close, her breathing to become labored and tight.
As a spasm caught her in the middle of the belly it spread, cancer-like in all directions, she threw her head back and cried in agonized joy. The pent up sex energy flowed from her body in a jerky, wild explosion. The man waited until this moment to release his spunk, to let it burst forth into the very depth of Kitty's womb.
At the peak of the mutual orgasms, a cold chill washed over them both, to suspend them momentarily in a statuesque tableau of lustful animal release; Hervey's cock deeply entrenched in his secretary's cunny hole, both in a moment of extreme ecstasy stopped short by a sharp sound.
Without warning the door of his inner office had been flung open and just inside the doorway stood copper haired Melba Hervey, open mouthed and silently glaring at her husband and his wench. Melba was riveted to the floor, unable to speak or to move. Her husband and Kitty remained motionless in their entanglement.
Kitty, whose orgasm had been terminated so brutally before completion, felt sick to her stomach. She tried to get up from the now limp prick still inside her, but James held her fast so she could only hang her head and hope desperately that she might die at that very momemt, that she would never have to move again.
James Hervey collected himself and glared back at his wife. "Get the fuck out of here, Melba!" he shouted.
The sound of her husband's voice gave her life and she turned and fled through the open door, not bothering to close it behind her. She ran out through the foyer and down the two flights of stairs, eyes blinded by her involuntary tears, not daring to stop or to think until she was safely inside her small car in the back parking lot.
Once inside she sighed and leaned back against the head rest and let the tears flow freely as though they would drain the last vestiges of shock from her.
Melba Hervey was an attractive woman, pleasingly plump but nonetheless attractive. She was in her early forties and though she needed the regular help of a beauty parlor, her coppery hair suffered not one strand of aging grey.
She sat in her car for a long time before she could start thinking of and re-living the awful experience in her husband's office.
She had suspected that her husband and his secretary had been having an affair before, but until today she had not had to accept it. It was so easy for her to turn her head from such matters, occupied as she was with her volunteer, work with the ladies groups at the church and the twice weekly bridge club in the neighborhood.
As far as sex was concerned, she had never much enjoyed it anyway, so when James had come to require her body only once or twice a month, this was of little loss to her. All her life she had felt that sex was something men enjoyed and women were duty bound to give their husbands. True, she had experienced slight stirrings in her crotch from time to time, but she had dismissed this as something perverted and took a hot bath followed by a cold shower to cleanse her of this sinfulness.
Driving along the throughway she barely noticed the other traffic around her and drove instinctively, her thoughts preoccupied with the carnal scene she had just witnessed. She was disturbed by the fact that seeing her husband and Kitty making love in such an animal way had aroused her sexually as she had never known it before. She felt a hot longing in her crotch despite the confusion and shock in her mind.
Reaching between her legs, she whipped Up her skirt and rubbed her flaming cunt; as she inserted her finger between the pantie-leg she felt the wetness that was seeping out from her woman hole.
"Good heavens," she cried aloud, taking her finger away from the ravenous organ, "I must be some kind of a perverted monster!" The longing was still there, but she turned her thoughts elsewhere as she drove home in a daze.
Once safely inside the comfortable, split level home, she felt more secure and decided to have a cold shower to wash away the unnatural desires still burning within her cunt. She removed her dress and stood before the full length mirror in the bedroom. Twisting from side to side, and caressing herself as she looked, she was quite impressed with what she saw. Melba Hervey had a good, though ample body.
She undid her brassiere to free the large, firm breasts and rubbed them which gave her a delicious feeling inside her hard belly. Stepping out of her panties she stood straight and tall in all her glorious nakedness. Her belly was smooth and swelled gently into an attractive slight protrusion, unmarred by any stretch marks that might have resulted from having given birth to two children. Melba caressed her body from her breasts to her thighs in a sensual motion, shivering from arousal. She cupped her full firm breasts and squeezed until they almost ached, then bringing her palms down over her belly, rubbed the soft, coppery fur encasing her hot little burrough. Tentatively she arched her back and slipped a forefinger into the moist little hole.
She was startled into reality by the sound of the front door bell and quckly slipped on a garment that was closest at hand, a filmy, coffee colored negligee which only barely hid her physical charms.
Through the narrow windows on either side of the door she noticed that Billy Brand, a youthful friend of her daughter Penny was her unexpected caller. She was about to call out to Billy that she would be with him in a moment when the doorbell rang again. So flustered by the events of the day was Melba that without further thought she flung open the front door.
"Hello Billy," she said breathlessly. "Come in."
"Hi ... oh, hi, Mrs. Hervey," he stammered, his eyes wide with wonderment at the sight of his friend's mother so scantily clad. "I ... I guess ... guess you're busy. I'll come back I ... later."
"No, not at all. Come in," cooed Melba unable to control her sensual tone. "Penny's at her ballet class. She won't be home for another hour."
Billy stood motionless in the doorway trying to keep his eyes from peering through the sheer cloth of the negligee so seductively presenting large, firm nipples and a barely visible copper colored bush. He was a good looking lad of about sixteen, well developed for his age except for the telltale symbol of youth, the acne ravaged unshaven face. His hair, white blonde, curled around below his ears and reached the nape of his neck in the back. He wore the uniform of the day which consisted of blue jeans and white t-shirt which showed of his splendid physique to its best advantage.
"Come in," urged the woman grasping him by the arm. "We'll sit in the living room and have a lemonade or something."
Billy followed the woman into the well furnished living room and sat fidgeting on the broad chesterfield, while she continued onward to the kitchen to bring back refreshments. He squirmed uncomfortably as he watched her leave, the thin crack between her shapely cheeks peeking out at him. She returned in an instant carrying a tray with two tall glasses of ice lemonade and a plate of chocolate chip cookies.
"I know how hungry young boys get," she said coyly as she sat next to him and placed the tray on the coffee table before him. "Have some home baked cookies, Billy."
"Yes, ma'am, Thank you ma'am," he muttered reaching for the refreshments, casting side long glances at the nearly exposed body at his right side.
"I should have dressed more carefully, dear, I know," offered the woman. "But it's such a hot day and this thing is so comfortable." She reached over and pushed a lock of hair from his forehead.
"My, my. You certainly are warm, dear," she teased. "Is my costume bothering you, Billy?"
"Oh no, ma'am. It's just fine. You look just fine," he cried biting into a cookie.
"Have you never seen a woman dressed like this? I mean doesn't your mother or somebody you know wear negligees?"
"I don't think so ma'am. At least I've never seen my mother in anything like that. Anyway, she wouldn't look so good," he grinned. "She's pretty old and fat."
"Billy!" chided Melba in mockery. "You know that's not so. Do you really think I look good?
"Yes ma'am. You sure do look great," he said enthusiastically.
"Even for an old woman?" wheedled the matron.
"You aren't old ma'am." he said blushingly. "Kind of like an 'older woman,' but you're just great."
"Thank you dear," purred the woman. She squirmed and repositioned herself so that the negligee fell open in front, only just slightly and exposed a mere wisp of pub ic hair.
Billy's eyes fell glued upon the mound and he could not tear himself away from this magnificent sight, though he tried valiantly. His virgin cock pushed against his pants and he hoped fervently that it didn't seem too obvious.
"You're a naughty boy, Billy," smiled Melba "Look at that thing in your pants, all hard and naughty."
He blushed and tried to cross his legs, but she laid her hand on his thigh causing the bulge to twitch even more and grow to even a larger size.
Rubbing the blue jeans gently, she asked, "Have you ever touched a woman there, Billy?
Not just an older woman, but the young girls you date?"
"No ma'am," he assured her.
"I'll bet you've gotten fresh with your dates. Why I'll bet you've even felt Penny there!" she said while caressing her crotch.
"No ma'am, honestly. I haven't ever."
"Would you like to?" she whined rubbing his penis sensuously through his pants.
"You mean ... you mean you!" he gasped.
"If you like," she whispered, her breath hoarse from the desire that had started to wash over her the moment she saw her husband with his cock stuck firmly up his secretary's quim. She pulled his hand over and placed it between her legs.
The boy closed his eyes and felt the area awkwardly, moving his hand over the coarse haired mound, a little surprised to feel the wet heat of the area between the cunt lips.
"Would you like to see it, Billy?" she asked. "Then you'd know what you were doing. Come. Come into my bedroom." She took him by the hand and led him to her room where she laid herself full length on the satin bedspread. She pulled open the negligee and exposed her full breasts which stood forward and up at attention. Spreading her legs she motioned for him to come to her.
"Take off your clothes, Billy." she ordered. "Then I can see what you look like too."
The boy had difficulty with his fly, so excited was he, so the woman helped him to tug down the zipper, freeing the hard, straight cock which was not the size of her husband's but had the smooth look of youth which more than made up for the lack in measure. He pulled down his jeans and shorts then flung off his t-shirt and stood before her naked except for his sandals which he quickly kicked off.
Then he went to the woman on the bed. Instinctively he placed his hands on her huge breasts and began to knead and pinch gently.
"Kiss them, Billy. Put your mouth to the nipples and bite them a little and suck them," she gasped.
He brought his young mouth down on one nipple and trembled at the feel of the hard flesh against his tongue. He sucked hungrily until the woman writhed in passion.
"Do the same thing to my cunt, Billy. Put your mouth to that," she cried.
"Ma'am," he began, not wishing to distress her but disturbed at the suggestion.
"A lot of men do it," whispered Melba. "Just try it and you'll see. It's just fine."
Billy recoiled at the thought, but he would try if she insisted. He brought his face down between her legs and planted his mouth first on the furry bush which had a strange but not unpleasant feel. Then mustering up his courage he put his mouth to her cunt lips and kissed tentatively, amazed that it was indeed not an unpleasant sensation.
"Put your tongue in, darling boy. Suck my cunt," she screamed, writhing and pushing her hot well into the boy's face. He pressed his face into the sticky well and shoved his tongue deeply into the love pot, suddenly transported into a high world of passion. The taste was one that he could not have imagined. It spurred him on further and further to suck and to tongue rather than revile him.
She moaned and wriggled as the flames of years of unexperienced passion flowed through her, crying out all the words she had ever heard.
"Suck my cunt! Eat my pussy, Billy! Make me come-Billy! Shove your tongue right up my crotch, you darling boy," she cried.
The more descriptive her words, the more driven into uncontrollable passion was the boy, as he made slurping noises with his mouth trying to get further and further in to this sticky wriggling well.
"Harder! Harder! Aaaaaaeee!" she cried as she raised her hips to his loving mouth and fell into a dazed attack of gigantic orgasm. She rubbed her hot, moist pussy all over his face so that he smelled the odor of the come inside his nostrils and the love juices felt sticky against his cheeks and his chin.
Then she pushed the boy's hungry mouth aside and lay inertly on the bed for a few moments while Billy watched in confusion, wondering if he had done a good thing, or had he done something wrong.
His own prick was throbbing and hard. His balls ached with the need to unload their love juices which the sexual exercise had stimulated near to uncontrolled overflowing. Billy grasped his tool in his hand to pull off the hardness as he had done so many times in the privacy of his own bedroom at home.
"Darling, darling Billy. Don't do that. Let me do it for you," purred Melba as she rose from the bed and motioned for him to lie down. "It's a shame to waste such a beautiful cock bone on your hand."
The boy lay down on his back, his machinery standing straight up toward the ceiling, his face flushed with embarrassment and anticipation. He wondered what she would do to him. Would she take his prick into her mouth, or would she...?
Melba, her cunt hole satisfied for the moment, leaned her face over the boy's crotch and closed her lips around his meat. By pursing her lips she made a nice tight sheath for his throbbing sword and pushed her face down as far as it would go, taking the full length of the cock into the back of her throat. Her hands gently caressed his balls while she sucked the tool hungrily; he had acquired the rhythmic motions and brought his hips up and down to meet the flitting tongue within the warm, moist mouth hole.
Without warning he could feel the release of his juices, beginning within the depths of his balls, spurt into the woman's mouth. He tried to pull himself away, but she held him fast, sucking and swallowing until she had eaten every drop from his now shrunken tool.
Though he tried to stop himself, nothing had any effect and as he felt the life draining from him he cried aloud and moaned in passionate convulsions. When it was over he lay back, spent and feeling a little uncomfortable at what had transpired, so he kept his eyes closed.
"Billy," said Melba gently. "You'd better get dressed now. Penny will be home soon."
She went to her closet and took out a colorful duser and retired to the bathroom, leaving the boy to re-arrange himself in private.
After a brief shower she found Billy sitting casually in the living room, sipping at his lemonade.
"This will be our little secret, boy," she cautioned, a little less politely than she had spoken to him earlier.
"Oh yes ma'am," he said quickly. "I promise. I won't tell a soul."
"I think you had better go now. I'll tell Penny that you called in," she dismissed him curtly.
"Yes ma'am," he agreed. At the door he paused and called back, "And ... and ... thanks ... uh ... uh ... for the lemonade and cookies."
He almost collided with Penny Hervey who was just coming in the door. Blushing furiously he brushed past her with a brief, "Hi Penny. See ya."
Penny came into the living room to greet her mother, looking over her shoulder to the front door. "What's the matter with him?"
"Hi darling," said her mother. "Billy had called in to see you, but he was in a hurry and couldn't wait around."
"He sure was strange," dismissed the young girl. "Anymore lemonade?"
"I'll get a fresh jug from the kitchen," said Melba, glad to leave the scene for a moment.
Penny Hervey was sixteen years old, taller than her mother and much slimmer. She had her mother's rusty hair which she wore loosely around her shoulders. A pretty, fine featured delicate face belied her interest in dancing. She looked like a ballerina, although she was not yet fully trained. Her light summer dress touched lightly upon her well developed breasts which as yet did not need the benefit of a brassiere, and the artistic curve of her swelling buttocks jiggled delightfully beneath the flimsy material.
"Anything new?" she asked her mother who was just coming in with fresh lemonade and more cookies.
"What do you mean?" cried Melba defensive-ly.
"Don't bite my head off mom, I just wondered what you've been up to today."
"Your rudeness is not at all necessary, young lady," snapped her mother.
"Sorry mom. But gee, I just asked. You look kind of different than usual."
"I feel different than usual, Penny. We'll just let it drop for now if you don't mind." Melba turned and left the room and automatically went through the motions of preparing the evening meal for her family.
What would she say to James? Or for that matter, he to her? She was a little disturbed that it wasn't as upsetting a discovery as one might imagine. Of course she had known for the last five years or so that her husband had been having an affair with his secretary. Perhaps not actually known, but she had guessed and while she hadn't had to admit tthe knowledge it could stay out of her mind and not bother her. In fact, it really didn't bother her now, so long as it would not have to come into her home for discussion.
What really bothered her most of all was that the sight of her husband's prick shoved deep inside Kitty's quim had excited her own passions. She had actually enjoyed her position of watching them in the throes of passion, for she had seen them both in the midst of an orgasm, the girl bouncing deliriously on Jim's extended cock, and the looks on their faces were more arousing to her than any caresses or sexual foreplay she had ever experienced with her husband.
Maybe she was sick! Yet, she had so enjoyed the sexual play with Billy Brand that she decided to just forget about it for the moment and went about her cooking chores, humming softly to herself. She stopped for a moment when she heard her husband's car drive up, then returned to the work at hand.
"Hi there, Penny," she heard from the living room, then James Hervey came into the kitchen, a sheepish look on his face.
"Melba, I ... Melba. I want to talk to you," he stammered.
"Can it wait?" she asked. "I'm just in the middle of fixing dinner."
"I'd rather we talked now, if you don't mind. I ... I just ... well, I want you to know that I am going to fire Kitty Marsden as of today."
"Why don't you mix yourself a drink, dear," purred his wife. "I'll just get things on the stove and will join you in the living room. Send Penny to her room."
Bewildered, Jim removed himself from his wife's presence and poured two stiff drinks, one on the rocks for himself and a Scotch and soda for his wife. He was just finishing his own drink and about to pour another when Melba came into the room wiping her hands on her apron.
"Why do you want to fire Kitty? I thought she was a first rate secretary?" asked the woman.
"Oh come now, Melba. You know perfectly well why I'm going to let her go. I'm trying to tell you I'm sorry as hell about what happened today. For Christ sake, aren't you human?" he shouted.
"I still don't see why you should fire the girl if she does a good job. And besides...." Melba looked around. "Has Penny gone upstairs."
Her husband nodded.
"Do you want to marry Kitty?" she asked.
"Good God no! I'm trying to tell you that my marriage and my career are more important to me than a secretary. Don't you understand?"
"I understand, Jim. It should be in reverse though your career and your marriage. You are just getting into politics and a scandal wouldn't help come election time, would it?" sneered Melba.
"That has nothing to do with it, you bitch. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell," he corrected. "I'm asking you to forgive and forget what happened today, and Kitty will be leaving next week, just as soon as I can get a replacement for her."
"Jim," she began tentatively. "I don't quite know how to say this, but it really didn't upset me that much when I saw you and Kitty ... uh ... you know ... uh fucking in the office."
"Oh Melba for chrissake, you don't have to go into detail."
"It was very stimulating," she continued as though he hadn't even interrupted. "What I mean is, that it really made me feel sexy to see you and Kitty enjoying each other's bodies."
"Do you have to be so bitchy about it?" he snapped.
"Jim, I'm trying to be honest with you. You don't have to fire Kitty just to placate me. It's all right. If you want me to say it, I'll say all right, I forgive and forget and I'll never come down to your office again unless you are expecting me." She sat down having finished all she had intended to say.
"You must be insane, Melba!" screamed her husband. "What kind of an attitude is that? The next thing you'll be inviting Kitty to have dinner with us."
"You know Jim dear, that might be a fine idea. I've always liked Kitty," she said softly. "I've got to finish dinner."
James Hervey poured himself another large drink and sat sipping it, thoroughly unnerved by his wife's calm acceptance of his infidelity. He would never understand women, he was certain, but then they weren't very important to him except as receptacles for his sexual energy or as sounding boards when he had to talk about his own life.
Dinner was a solemn affair that night.
CHAPTER TWO
When Melba Hervey called Kitty Marsden at the office to invite her to come to her home one afternoon when James was away on a business trip, the young secretary could not refuse. It was more in the nature of a command than an invitation.
She arrived at the well kept suburban home exactly at two o'clock as Melba had suggested and trembled within as she rang the door bell. The older woman, dressed carefully in a short, full chiffon afternoon frock, smiled a welcome.
"I'm so glad you could make it, Kitty. Come in," she purred. "Will you have tea or a drink? I'm going to have a glass of sherry. Would you join me?"
Kitty nodded, unable to say a word, so embarrassed was she over the unfortunate incident in her employer's office.
Melba handed the girl a glass of wine and sat opposite the coffee table. "I won't waste time," she began.
"I'm sure you want to keep your job at my husband's office, my dear. He does pay you well, doesn't he?"
"Yes, Mrs. Hervey. But I can understand why I should leave the position," said Kitty coldly.
"Fine. We understand each other," replied the woman in like tones. "There is a way, however, that should be satisfactory to all. You know, dear, my husband needs you at his office. More now than ever, since he is running for public office."
"Mr. Hervey can do quite well without me, I'm sure. There is not much doubt that he will be elected," said the girl.
"Not necessarily," snorted the wife. "He needs the Union vote, or else. A litttle bit of gossip here and there could do a lot of good, or harm, depending on what side you're on. Harry Neuman's wife Blanche belongs to our bridge club."
"You wouldn't do anything to hurt Jim, uh, Mr. Hervey!" cried Kitty incredulously.
"Certainly not. But if you leave your job, they'll wonder why. It won't be my fault if they discover the real circumstances. After all, Kitty, you were moving in on my property not I on yours. If there is any harm done, it's your responsibility," she snarled.
"You couldn't!" gasped the girl. "I'll do whatever you wish, Mrs. Hervey, but please you mustn't do anything to hurt your husband's chances. It's what he's worked toward for years."
"You really care for him, don't you Kitty," smiled Melba. "That is perhaps a good thing for all of us." She poured herself another glass of sherry and offered the girl another. Kitty shook her head in refusal.
"All right dear," purred the woman, "This is what we'll do. If you agree to two things, I'll cooperate with both you and James. You'll keep your job, there will be no scandal and we'll all end up with our heart's desires."
She sipped leisurely at her drink. "You realize, of course, Kitty, that Jim will never marry you."
"Yes, Mrs. Hervey, I am aware of that. I would never marry him anyway. It would hurt his career."
"Enough nonsense. Here are my two conditions. First you will submit to whatever punishment I choose, to erase the humiliating experience from my mind. Do you agree?"
"... Yes ... yes, I agree," cried the girl.
"Second is that when you and Jim are working together nights, and don't misunderstand me. I realize that that is when you do your fucking or what have you...."
"But Mrs. Hervey, tha ... tha ... that's all over ... I promise you this." she stammered.
"No. You will carry on as usual. If there is any change then I will back down on my side of the agreement. Let me finish telling you about the second part of my demand. You will arrange for me to get into the next office so that I can watch your love making."
"Aaahhh! What? No! No! You're sick! You don't...." sputtered Kitty.
"I mean it Kitty. You will carry on your affair with my husband in exactly the same way as you have done for the past five years, with but one difference. I will be watching. And I expect you to cooperate with me fully. Those are the conditions." Melba sat back in her chair and toyed with her sherry glass enjoying the discomfort of her guest.
"You ... you filthy witch!" cried the girl. "You would destroy your husband in a minute, wouldn't you!"
"Yes Kitty," she said calmly. "I think I would."
Kitty pulled herself upright in her chair and nodded. "All right, Mrs. Hervey. I agree to both your demands, sick as they may be, but only because I feel partly responsible for the whole situation. It isn't fair that Jim should suffer because of my indiscretions."
"Fine. Then let it begin." Melba rose from her chair and stood before the girl. "First of all Kitty, you are going to be whipped! Whipped by your lover's wife."
"B ... but ... Oh, no. You mean....?" she stammered.
"Would you rather the alternative?"
"N ... no, Mrs. Hervey. I agreed," she sobbed.
"Go into my bedroom, first room to the left at the top of the stairs and take off all your clothes," she snapped. "All of them, mind you and no whimpering or I'll change my mind."
Kitty was about to argue but realized that it would be to no avail. This insane woman was adamant and she, Kitty, would have to play ball or see her lover's career, his whole life destroyed. She went upstairs and slipped out of her dress. Then she unclasped the brassiere, freeing the firm proud breasts from their imprisonment.
Melba came into the bedroom just as she was unfastening her garters, about to slip her smoky gray nylons down her legs.
"That's a good girl, Kitty. Now the other one and then the girdle." She moved over to the bathroom door and opened it a crack, smiled and turned her attention again to the secretary. "The girdle, dear. You have to be all bare for a good whipping. That's what my daddy used to say."
"Please Mrs. Hervey. May I please leave my girdle on? Please?" she begged.
"I said bare! Take it off!" she snarled with a glance to the slightly opened bathroom door.
Gingerly Kitty slipped the girdle down over her smooth, shapely bum. Melba gasped aloud at what she saw. Contrary to the rest of her body, Kitty's behind was bruised and sore looking, as though she had been soundly whipped not too long ago. Perhaps within the past day or two.
"Your bottom is used to whipping, is it?" queried the woman. "Does Jim smack your bottom? Does he?" She administered a loud smack with her hand that fell squarely across the two bottom globes.
"Ooouch! Yes! He spanks me and he whips me when I need it," she screamed. Kitty fell onto the bed sobbing her heart out for she had wanted to keep this one secret to herself and now even this was out. James Hervey did beat her, but only when he truly needed to and when her body cried out for it.
"Well miss," said Melba sternly. "I think you need it right now. Up on the bed! Crouch on your elbows and your knees so your bottom will be free to taste my whipping!"
From nowhere Melba produced a long, black snake of a whip with a rope handle. The whip part was about two feet long and an inch and a half wide, fashioned from smooth black leather that fairly reeked with the pain it would soon feed the already tortured bummy.
Kitty climbed up on the bed and placed her elbows on the bed, crouching down so that her head rested on a pillow, her knees bent and her backside stuck straight up in the air. It was such an ignominious position that already the girl was feeling the humiliating effect of the punishment though it had not even begun.
"Spread your knees wider!" commanded the woman as though she were taming a wild beast, and prodded the girl's inner thighs as if to hurry the process.
Kitty did as she was told, flushing deeply at the horror and embarrassment, for her cunny now gaped between her legs, feeling the cooling breeze, unprotected by so much as a hint of covering. She was totally exposed to this woman; her breasts fell and touched the bed.
"Please, please, be done with it," she begged. "Get it over with!"
SWISH! "Aaaaaaeeee...." the black snake cut deeply into her already bruised bottom and she was sorry she had urged the woman to begin. The red hot lash had landed across her tender behind with the fury of hell, and again, SMACK! CRACK! Down hard across both shapely globes.
"Aaaeee, aarrrgggh, please, please, my bummy ... Oooohhhh, M ... M ... Mmmmmmrrs. Hervey, please, mercy ... my bummy!" she wailed.
CRACK! The black snake kissed the curved behind so that the flesh trembled beneath the blow. Each smack left a bright red mark which turned first mauve and then purple. Melba spaced the cracks so that one landed about every ten seconds, squarely across both cheeks. The blackish bruises from the previous whipping were nearly covered by angry blemishes from this beating and ranged from dark red to a deep purple. Kitty's backside looked torturously painful and as though she were wearing a redding pair of briefs.
Only once did the girl get out of position and was punished with a crack of the whip across her thighs. "Back into position you naughty girl," snorted Melba and brought the whip down again.
CRACK! "Tell me Kitty, what do you do with my husband?" SWISH! CRACK! "Tell me how he makes love to you...."
"Aaaeeerrr ... Ooo ... oooo ... please ... p ... please ... no ... no ... more...." whined the girl.
SWISH! CRACK! "What does he do, Kitty? Does he lap your hot little cuntie?" CRACK!
"Aaarrggg! oh, God, please ... please...." CRACK! "Yes ... yes ... he ... he ... oh god, please...."
"Tell me, you naughty girl! Or you'll be raw from the waist down "CRACK!" Tell me!"
"Uuuuuugggghhh....yes, yes, he kisses me....th ... there...."
Melba wielded the punishment strap mercilessly, the girl's bottom twitched beneath the harsh blows. Her rounded buttocks jiggled with each kiss of the whip and now her entire posterior was covered with angry red welts. Glancing toward the slightly open bathroom door, she called out, "You can come in Billy."
"Aaawwwrrr," gasped the poor unfortunate Kitty as the whip came down sharply across the lower portions of her already tortured arse. "No ... no, who is it?" She tried to slip from the bed, but was rewarded with a sharp blow from the punishment tool. This time it fell sharply between her legs so that she reared up in anguish.
"Stay, naughty girl! Stay right where you are!" commanded the vicious woman. "I promised Billy a treat, and it's all part of your punishment."
Billy Brand, the young boy she had so recently befriended in most intimate terms, staggered into the room from his observation spot. The sight of the beautiful, naked Kitty had aroused him as it would any youth, but the vicious beating administered to her smooth, shapely behind had a devastating effect on him. He was flushed and perspiration ran down his face. His near virgin cock throbbed and ached with the need to release the pressures of passion The saliva buds had begun to work as he imagined pressing his mouth to Kitty's delicious gaping quim as it peered naughtily out at him from between her parted thighs.
Kitty, her body tormented by the pain from the whip, had added to her discomfort the embarrassment of the boy's presence. "You ... you're sick! H ... how....ca....can you?" she stammered, though she kept her obscene position on the bed, knowing there was no chance of escape.
CRACK! The whip came down again sharply, ravaging the tender quivering lips of the girl's unprotected cunny borough. "Is that where my husband kisses and sucks you?" CRACK! Melba ignored Kitty's pleas and derisive comments. "Is it? Is it?"
"Aaaawwrrr, please ... please ... Yes ... yes ... there. That's where. Please, please let me off. I'll do whatever you say ... please no more. I can't stand anymore!"
"What else does he do to you there, my dear?" asked the woman coldly. "Or do you need another reminder?"
"No, no please, no more. He ... he ... oh please...." CRACK "Mmmmmggg, p ' ... please. He ... he ... f ... fucks me ... th ... there....he fucks me in my ... c ... cuntie. Oh lord," she wailed and collapsed in a heap on the bed.
It was only then that Melba let off from further whipping of the torn and ravaged flesh of her adversary. The older woman had become so aroused by the episode her breath was constricted and she gasped in unsatiated passion.
"Bring the lotion from the dresser, Billy," she commanded. "I think I have been too hard on poor Kitty. We'll rub away some of that awful pain."
The boy brought a tall jar of cold cream and handed it to the woman who instantly scooped out a generous portion and applied it to Kitty's bruised backside.
Kitty moaned as the woman massaged the soothing cream gently into her red, hot burning flesh, grateful for relief though temporary, from the searing pains that wracked her body. She recoiled only slightly as the woman, during her ministrations, rubbed the cream over her sore cunt lips and deftly inserted one finger into her hot, moist cunny hole. In spite of the nearly unbearable pain, Kitty could not help the things that were happening involuntarily between her legs. Her crotch burned with desire and the love juices had lubricated the entrance to her woman spot and she squirmed herself onto Melba's probing finger.
"You certainly are a sexy piece, my dear. By the looks of Billy, he could do something for you," she sneered, glancing at the boy who stood open mouthed, short of breath. "Take off your clothes, dear boy. I promised you a treat, and a treat you shall get"
"Kitty," she began, "do you like it when my husband sucks your cuntie? Do you?"
"Y ... yes, Mrs. Hervey, " she moaned.
"Show me," she commanded and in a trice had stepped out of her ownly garment, the flimsy frock she had worn for the punishment. Melba stood naked before her two guests, unashamed of her obvious sexual need. She climbed up on the bed and spread her legs. "Show me with your mouth what he does Kitty. I want to know how he does it. Do it to me!" she demanded.
"God, god, no. I won't!" screamed the girl.
"Billy, get the whip," instructed the woman calmly. "Perhaps you can convince Kitty that she wants to show me what my husband does to her hot little cuntie."
"Oh, please, no more. I can't stand it. Please."
Billy, following his mistress' instructions, laid a sharp smack across the already severely punished young woman.
"Aaaeee, no ... no more. I'll ... I'll do ... do ... it." She moved to give Melba more room and quickly buried her head in the woman's furry crotch. She gagged at first contact, for though she had tasted male juices, this was an entirely different matter.
First she kissed the fatty lips and as the juices oozed she attached her mouth more firmly; she marveled that the taste was not as unpalatable as she had thought. Melba writhed and moaned beneath the girl's mouth. Kitty began to suck the juices hungrily, aroused herself by now and instinctively her tongue darted into the crevice which elicited a groan of ecstasy from the woman.
Billy could contain himself no longer. He jumped on to the bed, his youthful cock stretched to its furthest point and lifting Kitty's buttocks he brought his mouth between her legs. His tongue darted over her twitching little arse-hole and further down to where her love pot was opening in pleasure.
Kitty looked like a hungry pup, sensuously gulping his dinner; her head buried deeply between the older woman's legs, her behind stuck up straight in the air as she knelt in sexual supplication. Kitty sucked and tongued now with such fervour as she had never known. Melba sobbed as her sex was being fully awakened. Billy kissed and tongued at Kitty's exposed arsehole and love kiln till he thought his cock would burst. Unable to restrain his need to have his love pole thoroughly sheathed by woman flesh, he clumsily parted the girl's bottom cheeks and pressed his hard machine against the defenseless arsehole. The pink little ring contracted at this assault, but Billy was not to be stopped now. With one powerful lunge that nearly knocked Kitty off balance, his cock was deeply imbedded in her rectum and he reamed relentlessly into her very bowels. His belly slapped obscenely against the ravaged bottom cheeks. Thus he established the rhythm, first of his own pumping, which dictated the rhythm of Kitty's mouth lunges into Melba's seething love hole.
The three now grunted and groaned in sexual abandon, the impromptu orgy in full swing.
"Harder, Kitty. Harder!" screamed Melba. "Get right inside me. My god....right inside....aaaahhhh, ooooohhhh, Harder! Harder! Aaahhh. I'm going ... going ... to ... ex ... plo ... Uh ... uh ... uh ... Kitty, darling Kitty ... aaannnnggggg." she sobbed and screamed as she pushed her crotch up and down and from side to side, into the girl's face. Her love juices spread themselves over the girl's cheeks, her chin and her nose. So overwhelmed was she by the magnitude of her orgasm, she thrashed about uncontrollably and her body jerked spasmodically.
Melba Hervey fell back in a swoon, her passions spent for the moment.
Kitty raised herself to her hands and knees so that Billy had more freedom. He placed his hands around Kitty's legs and pulled her toward him as he pushed relentlessly into her tight little arsehole.
"Put your hand to my cunt, Billy. Play with my cunt hole, boy," begged Kitty. "Put your finger inside, darling boy."
Kitty was herself at the bursting point, and her hot little love oven cried out for a touch.
Billy obligingly brought his hand over the furry mound as he continued to ream the other hole. His finger found its way into the moist, hungry well. With his thumb and forefinger he kneaded the swollen love button, while his middle finger rubbed against the walls of the orifice.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh...." wailed Kitty pushing her behind to meet Billy's onslaught. She wriggled her bum to stretch the muscles grasping his hard tool, her cunny hole smack, smacked with wetness.
Billy grunted and groaned as he rutted the girl's bottom hole, his eyes half closed, his face in a grimace of pained pleasure.
Simultaneously Kitty threw back her head and implanted herself on the appendages reaming her intimate holes and howled like an animal as the climax shook her body. Billy pulled her body closer to him as he shot his load deeply into her bowels, gasping and grunting like a sated animal.
Melba, who had regained some control, watched the rutting with interest and pleasure. She herself had been satisfied and gained from the performance which stimulated her emotionally. She got up from the bed and retired to the bathroom, where in a moment could be heard the sounds of the shower running. Before long, wrapped in a towel, she emerged from her ablutions and turned to the couple still entangled on the bed.
"I think you might like a shower, Kitty and Billy. Who will be first, or would you like to shower together," she crooned snidely.
Kitty jumped up from he bed, now thoroughly ashamed of having her animalistic urges so keenly displayed in front of these two sexually strange people. She locked the door behind her and showered privately.
When she returned she was shocked to see Melba, still wrapped in the towel, caressing and teasing Billy's limp and sodden prick, trying to cajole it into another erection. Her presence had a cooling effect on Billy and he left the room for his turn under the shower.
"Now Kitty, that wasn't half bad was it?" said Melba after the boy had left. "It makes me wonder about all that I've missed being a good suburban housewife. But then you're more experienced than I am, obviously."
"Mrs. Hervey, I only agreed because you threatened to destroy your husband. I shall continue to play your game until I find a better solution," replied Kitty coldly.
"I wouldn't be so hoity-toity Miss. You were pretty raunchy yourself. Does James fuck you in the arse too?"
"If there is nothing more, " said Kitty blushing furiously, "I'd like to get back to the office. I have a lot of work to do."
"I'd get dressed first, if I were you," laughed the older woman.
Kitty snorted and began putting her clothes on. She first cupped her breasts and slipped them into the brief brassiere. Starting to pull on her hose, she shrugged and gingerly rubbed her flaming behind then quickly slipped the stockings and her girdle into her purse. She couldn't face the irritation of a girdle against the battered backside.
"Still feeling the effect of the love whip, aren't you," taunted Melba. A smile of satisfaction played on her mouth.
"Mrs. Hervey, I think you should get hold of yourself. You are positively sadistic!" shouted Kitty.
"I wouldn't be so smart, young lady. There's a lot of life yet in the 'black lover' and I'm sure it would like to kiss your backside again."
Kitty completed her toilet in sullen silence for fear the woman would make good her threat. She had just finished brushing her hair when Billy came out of the bathroom with a lecherous grin on his face.
"You sure are sexy, lady," he sneered. "Anytime the old man can't satisfy you, just give me a call."
"Billy, don't be rude," chastised Melba in mock seriousness. "You just might get to feel the black snake on your arse if you're not careful."
The degradation of the afternoon was too much for Kitty, as with tear stained eyes, she turned and fled from this house of carnage. The last thing she saw before she left was Melba, her mouth around Billy's limp cock, sucking and coaxing it to respond and grow again. Billy, naked, stood with his legs apart, his hands on his hips, and a superior looking crooked grin on his face, looking down at the sex starved woman on her knees before him. Then with one hand he grabbed the woman by the hair and pulled her roughly away from his cock which had begun to twitch.
"Say please," he whispered hoarsely.
"Billy, Billy dear. Please, please, please let...." she cried straining against his force.
Billy laughed cruelly and shoved her face back on to his rapidly swelling love pole. He was young and sexual arousal came easy to him.
Kitty straightened her clothes and peeked into her hand mirror for a last look before she entered the law office. Millie, the twittering young blonde receptionist sat languidly at her desk, chewing her cud.
"Boy, are you in trouble," she ventured. "Mr. Hervey has been trying to get in touch with you for the past two hours."
"Where is he right now, Millie?" said Kitty impatiently.
"I dunno. He didn't say, " she drawled. "But he called the first time right after you left. Sounds important."
"Didn't he leave a number?"
"Nope. Just said he had to talk to you." The phone buzzer sounded. "Just a minute. Maybe it's him. Mr. Hervey's office," she chirped into the mouthpiece. "Yes Mr. Hervey, she's here. She just came in."
"It's for you, " she added unnecessarily.
"I'll take it in the office," said Kitty running through the outer office to take the call.
"Yes. Yes Jim. I'm sorry, something really important came up ... No ... nothing ... just something personal ... Yes ... Everything is just fine. What about you?"
"Right. I'll meet you at the airport at ... Well if you'd rather, then I'll just meet you here at the office. What time? Right, eight o'clock. Do you have to bring Mr. Neuman? Of course....of course, I understand. I'll see we have plenty to drink. Right. See you then darling."
Kitty sat back in relief. She would go out and get her hair done and be ready for James Hervey and Harry Neuman when they arrived tonight.
Harry was an important person in that he controlled the entire Union vote in the city. While not officially the Union boss, that's just what he did do. He virtually dictated to the whole union membership in the town and when that came to voting, it made the difference between getting elected or not.
So far it looked like Harry was going to back James Hervey for mayor and without Jim having to make too many election promises or concessions. There was just one point when they didn't quite agree and Kitty felt it wouldn't hurt for Jim to give in to the Union on that one small detail. Harry Neuman and his men wanted the city to stay on Standard Time through the summer, however the professional and rural people wanted Daylight Saving time for obvious reasons. Certainly Jim understood the need to switch to Daylight Time in the spring, but then it wasn't of that much importance, and there were more Union voters than there were professional men. As for the rural voters, they had nothing to do with choosing the mayor, so it really didn't make much difference. Let them take their problems up with the Reeve for the county.
Kitty had been doing her best to convince Jim that he should go along with the Union in this instance since she truly couldn't see anything very wrong with it. James Hervey had replied once, the really big thing wrong with it was that now the Union, or more precisely, Harry Neuman was in a position to run the town.
Kitty smiled as she was about to dial the number. She had promised Melba Hervey to let her know every time she and James were working late together, and so she would. She would neglect to mention the fact that Harry Neuman would also be present and that as far as Melba's desire to watch her husband 'fucking' another woman went, she would be quite out of luck. Let Melba Hervey waste an evening trapped in the small adjoining office, close and darkened, watching for something that would never happen.
Hopefully, that obnoxious, sneering Billy Brand would not accompany his mistress on this one trip. On the other hand, it might just serve Melba right, and it indeed might be her downfall, thought the young secretary. However there was little time left for such musing, and Kitty gathered up her purse and left the office to get ready for the evening when she would be required to act as hostess, secretary and friend in a final effort to win the Union's support.
James Hervey would be a good mayor, she thought to herself, and she, Kitty Marsden pl-edged her every effort to see this become a fact. She would do anything she deemed necessary to get Jim elected, as indeed she had already proved to Melba Hervey. She would prove it again and again, if she could be sure that the votes would come in for him.
With instructions to Millie to lock up at five, Kitty left the office to get her hair done and her clothes in order for the evening.
CHAPTER THREE
Kitty had just arrived at the office and was tidying Jim's desk when Melba entered excitedly.
"He's not here yet, is he?" she cried, breathless from running.
"No, Mrs. Hervey. I'm not expecting him until about 8 o'clock or so. It's only about 7:45."
"Thank goodness. I thought I might be too late and wouldn't have time to get a good seat for the show," laughed the woman crudely. "I think I'll just test out the visibility, if you don't mind."
Melba entered the small office next door which was all in darkness for it did not even have a window that would let in the street lights. The door itself had a large window and by trying two or three different positions, Melba discovered a way in which she could see, yet not be seen. By opening the door just slightly, and by taking a seat at a different angle to the door, she could see perfectly. She could also hear every word that would be spoken in her husband's office. She squirmed impatiently on her chair, waiting for the events of the evening to begin.
In the meantime, Kitty tried to go about her tasks as though she had no audience. She smirked to herself as she thought about the shock Melba would have when she discovered that tonight's meeting was indeed going to be a working session and all that would be happening was the ironing out of a few details to do witb the campaign, the fund raising and such. The perverted witch wasn't going to get a wet pussy spying on the goings on tonight unless she could masturbate to the accompaniment of a political meeting!
Harry Neuman was a successful looking man somewhere in his late forties or early fifties; steel grey hair set off his youthful complexion and added much to bring out his natural good looks. He stood over six feet tall and not one ounce of fat had attached itself to his long, lean well developed body.
Kitty smiled and welcomed Harry Neuman and offered to pour both men drinks when they arrived shortly after eight o'clock. A bright smile graced her face, partly because she was enjoying the knowledge that Melba was completely disappointed and would not be able to come out of that little, stuffy, dark room without being seen.
She was trapped in her tomb for the rest of the evening. But James Hervey and Harry Neuman felt sure Kitty's charm was aimed at them.
"Hi there Kitty," smiled Harry. "You're looking more beautiful than ever. But I see the boss is still working you late."
"I'm afraid so Mr. Neuman. Would you like a drink? We have Scotch, rye or sherry. I might even be able to scrape you up some rum if you like," she smiled as she had already started fixing Jim's drink. He always drank Scotch and water with no ice.
"Rye and water's my poison," said Harry. "Just a bit of ice and even less water."
James Hervey's office was much larger and better appointed than what one normally expects to find in a small town. It was all Kitty's doing, of course. About five years ago when they had to move, Kitty found this suite of offices, had one wall torn down so that instead of two small offices, Jim now had one very large room. The desk and bookcases occupied one end of the office with a couch, two chairs and a coffee table at the other end. It was here that the two men sat to discuss the business of the day.
"Well how did it go?" asked Kitty.
"Fine, fine," said Jim agreeably, but winked broadly at his secretary to indicate that things had gone much better than just 'fine'. "Harry was on the same plane from Montreal so we did most of our business up in the air."
"That's not where it is now, though," quipped Harry and threw back his head in laughter. "I mean we've got all our business sewn up tight."
"I'll drink to that," smiled Jim and held his glass up, nodding to Kitty that she should do the same.
The three of them sat round the comfortable little cluster of furniture and chatted amiably. Kitty had poured two more rounds and now the conversation got lighter and gayer.
"I want you to know, Jim, that I'll give you the entire Union vote. You can count on me," said Harry Neuman magnanimously.
"Good to know that I can count on you Harry," murmured the mayor elect.
"Course, we've got a deal on the Standard time, eh, buddy," grinned the boss.
"Uh ... uh, sure, sure," said Jim quickly, glancing hurriedly in Kitty's direction to get her reaction. She smiled approvingly at him and held up her glass of sherry. He relaxed back into his seat and smiled. "Yep, Harry, I think we'll manage to work just about everything out in time."
"Why is Standard time so important to you, Mr. Neuman?" asked Kitty.
James Hervey glared" at his secretary for this was a question he did not want answered.
"Very simple, Kitty my dear. Roswin is on Standard time and we tend to benefit from their membership if we stay the same, rather than go along with the rural pupulation around here. After all, it's the union membership that has to go to work in the shops everyday and has to do business, not the farmers." He spat disgustedly at the word 'farmers'.
Kitty was to pursue it further when Jim shook his head to indicate she was to drop it for now. Jim Hervey knew himself, but did not want to admit that the whole matter of going on Standard time was money in Harry Neuman's pocket, but if it wasn't said aloud he could pretend otherwise. And what it boiled down to was that either he went along with Harry and got the Union support on election day, or turn down a chance to become mayor. James Hervey wasn't about to do that.
"Another drink?" he asked his guest.
"Sure, why not. Just a little one," agreed Harry. Winking broadly he sneered, "Hey Jim, what do you think of the Montreal girls?"
"Fine, fine," muttered Jim.
"Come on now, they're more than just fine. Tell you what," he added confidingly, "next time we go to Montreal, I'll take you to a place, you wouldn't believe!"
"I think I'd like that," chuckled Jim, the drinks beginning to show on his bearing.
The two men set to speaking softly and chuckling, while Kitty arranged papers on the desk. Melba, in the meantime was furious with rage at having been trapped inside the antiroom to watch the two men and Kitty sipping on drinks and indulging in casual conversation. 'She'd show that snip of a Kitty,' she thought to herself, aware now that Kitty had done this on purpose. Kitty's arse would bleed from waist to pussy for this little practical joke!
"Hey Kitty, commere," called Harry. "We want you to do some modeling." He tossed her a box and added. "Here, try it on. It's what the girl's in Montreal wear!" he laughed obscenely.
Kitty gave her employer a questioning glance to which he nodded his approval. They had gone this far to woo the Union boss, they may as well go the rest of the way. "Sure, try it on Kitty."
The girl opened the box and gasped as she lifted the garments and held them up. They were all made of black, shiny, smooth latex rubber, and would obviously stretch to fit almost any normal figure. The costume consisted of leggings which covered both feet, ending at the waist. There was cutwork at the crotch, so that presumably when they were worn, the arse hole and the cunt were accessible, but everything else was covered. The blouse was high necked and long sleeved, with cut outs around both breasts so that these would stick through the rubber garment. The last piece was a hood with cut outs for only the eyes and the nose and the mouth.
Melba smiled as she watched the shocked look on Kitty's face. Perhaps this was not going to be a wasted evening after all. Kitty gasped and asked incredulously, "You don't want me to try these on, do you?"
"Don't be a spoil sport, my girl. The girl's in Montreal look all right in this kind of an outfit," chuckled Harry.
"Put them on, Kitty. Right now, or I'll know the reason why," ordered Jim sternly. He rubbed his palms together which Kitty knew to be the threat of a spanking.
She was about to try to beg off when she remembered the state of her poor ravaged backside. If she didn't agree to model this exotic rubber garment, Jim would surely spank or even whip her. And apart from the pain she knew this would cause her, she didn't want him to find out what had happened that afternoon. How could she explain the bruises and welts on her backside. Perhaps if she slipped into the rubber clothing, her tortured bummy wouldn't be noticed.
"Yes, Jim. I'll put them on. I had better change in the other room," she said submissively as she picked up the box and left for the washroom.
"You'd better take this," called Harry and tossed her a tin of baby powder. "Sprinkle some of this junk inside the suit before you put it on. It will slip on easier."
Kitty flushed from her neck to the top of her head, but thanked Harry and took the tin with her.
In the washroom she took time to examine the garments more closely. She scrunched the latex into a ball and was delighted at how it bounced back into shape. Rubbing it against her face she purred at its softness. She hoped the inside of the rubber outfit would feel as nice against the skin of her body. It was so smooth and soft, almost sensual to touch, and the elusive odor titillated her nostrils.
She stripped down to her altogether, and rubbed baby powder over her body. She took great care as she slipped out of her lacy panties. That portion of her body was still very sensitive. She fervently hoped Jim would not want to see her backside in the buff so that she wouldn't have to explain the reason for her bruises. The baby powder felt so lovely on her behind that she gave it another dose. Then shaking powder into the feet of the leggings, she slipped one leg in cautiously, stretching and pulling until the garment fit snuggly around each curve. The feel of the rubber was different from when she rubbed her face. It was a tighter feeling, one of greater support, but happily the smoothness was still there, caressing the smoothness of her legs and thighs.
Though alone in the bathroom, she blushed furiously when she pulled the pants portion up to her waist. The pressure against her swollen buttocks seemed to soothe rather than irritate, but the cut outs seemed to push her cuntie out from the rest of her body. She supposed it did the same for the arse as well, but she couldn't see it.
Getting into the blouse was more difficult, because she had to stretch the rubber so much further to get it over her shoulders and arms. Once it was in place, however, Kitty stood tall and surveyed herself in the mirror. She looked elegant to say the least, her slim waist exaggerated by the tight rubber garment, her breasts protruding naughtily, giving them more prominence than they might have had otherwise. The contrast of the restriction caused by the latex costume and the freedom offered by the cut outs had a remarkable effect on Kitty. It made her painfully aware of her breasts, her pubic area and her rear. Blood seemed to run to these areas and throb for attention. Kitty rubbed her hands on the rubber, caressing her body up and down, savoring the smoothness of the material against her hands, and the muffled touch of her hand on the covered areas. She was feeling very sexy indeed, her nipples stood at attention and she could feel the love juices smacking about in her cunny hole. She inserted one finger up her cunt-ie and gave it a couple of pokes. When she withdrew her finger it was wet and sodden from the well into which it had gone.
Hoping to cover up the fact that she had become sexually aroused by donning such weird garments, she took a piece of toilet paper and pushed it up her vagina, then pulled it out covered with moisture. She did this another couple of times unaware that each time she dried up the tell-tale liquid, more was produced as her body dictated. She was interrupted by a knock at the door, and Harry calling for her to hurry it up.
Very lastly, Kitty let her hair flow down her back, and slipped the tight fitting helmet over her head. She looked like some strange character from another planet, just her eyes, nose and a slit of a mouth showing. Everything else, except for her hands, was tightly sheathed in smooth, pliable, black shiny latex rubber. She gave herself one last approving glance in the mirror before she returned to the office where both men waited impatiently. So light headed had the costume made her, that she did not even feel embarrassed about her titties and her bottom holes sticking out naughtily. Had the men been able to see beneath the mask they would have seen a wicked, self-satisfied smile on the girl's face.
Kitty enjoyed the effect she had on the two men, as they both rose simultaneously, Harry letting a soft whistle escape from between his teeth, Jim just gasping in disbelief. The girl heard another sound, barely audible, but she knew to expect it. Melba sucked in her breathe and held it, so taken was she by the incredible Kitty Marsden. She longed to rush right into the office and put her mouth to Kitty's full lush breasts, and to suck the honey from the girl's bottom hole. Melba had to clamp her hand over her mouth so that her breathing wouldn't be heard in the large office. The men were so wrapped up in the sight, they would have had trouble noticing an earth quake.
"Do you like it?" queried Kitty coyly. "Does it fit all right?"
"What a beautiful twat!" cried Harry. "Let me pet your little pussycat, dear." Harry shoved his hand between the girl's legs and rubbed the opening vigorously before Kitty had a chance to jump away.
"Stop that!" she cried out. "Get your hands off me!"
"We're going to have to tame your wild pony Jim," he smiled. "Don't you agree?"
Jim Hervey was torn between his lust for Kitty, his lust for the mayorality, and his possessiveness of her.
Clearly his lust for the mayorality and Kitty, in that order, won out for he smiled lecherously and gave the girl a hard smack across the rubber covered, bruised buttocks.
"Ouch!" she cried. "Please, please, don't do anything to me. Jim, for God's sake, please."
"The lady is too haughty, me thinks," he quipped.
"I have just the thing," said Harry, reaching into his briefcase. He pulled from it something that looked like a switch of horse hair, very much like a horse's tail. It was about two feet long, very bushy at one end; the other had the horse hair brought into a metal ring about an inch and a half in diameter. All round the metal ring, on the outside, were a series of nubby metal studs.
"On your hands and knees, pony girl," commanded Harry in his most disciplinarian voice. Kitty looked to James for aid, but all she got for her imploring eyes was a shove to the floor.
Submissively she knelt on all fours as though indeed she were playing horsie. Harry then went to his brief case and produced a jar of vaseline, and applied globs of the jelly to the girl's exposed arsehole. Only the very ring of pink hole showed through the cut-out of the rubber suit, and he took care to apply it all around, and then finally with a flick of his finger, shoved a blob of the grease right into the tight little ring.
Kitty tried to pull herself away from this humiliating treatment but James held her fast.
Melba in the meantime, with one hand clamped over her mouth, inserted three fingers of the other hand deeply into her quim and rubbed hungrily. She was highly titillated by the sight of Kitty in the rubber costume, and now seeing Harry rub the grease into the girl's pretty, pink arsehole had almost pushed her over the edge of her passionate longings. Still, she kept as quiet as possible.
"You'd better put the harness on this naughty horsie," sneered Harry. "Here, I'll show you how this fits." He had produced a heavy leather harness with adjustable circles to fit tightly around each breast. From these rings other straps fitted round Kitty's shoulders, and another pair back down between her legs, one strap drawn tightly into the groin on either side of her quim, leaving only a gaping hole between the restrictive leather thongs. These two straps met the shoulder straps right around the area of the greased arse-hole.
So far, so good thought Kitty. The straps did not feel too badly at all, and if that was all there was to the harness she'd be able to stand it. In fact, the smooth caressing feel of the latex against her naked body was very arousing and she felt the heat in her cunt, longing to swallow up Jim's prick at the earliest possible moment. Her breasts were hard and firm, the nipples protruding in long hard button shapes. The rubber had an effect of awareness on her whole body, each love zone throbbing for attention.
Suddenly, Kitty reared up like the wild horsie she was portraying and yowled in pain, as the harness cut into her crotch, and the leather rings tightened excruciatingly around her breasts.
Harry had inserted his finger into her pink arsehole and by pulling and stretching it had relaxed the muscles sufficiently to insert the fake horse 'tail' deeply into her back hole. The metal studs cut painfully into the tender sphincter muscles and the more she moved, the harder she pulled the straps that cut into her breasts and groin. Her cunt lips swelled up and protruded naughtily with the pressure on either side of them.
Kitty finally found a position that was not too painful. By holding her head up and back, she released some of the pressure of the harness which was attached to the horse's tail sticking out of her arsehole. If she moved too far in any direction, the straps pulled the tail more deeply into her bottom hole, pulled more tightly into her groin and cut sharply into her breasts. She was securely captive.
James was breathing deeply, his cock hard inside his pants, longing to unload his spunk into the appealing, subjugated Kitty, but this was Harry's game and he would abide by whatever rules came up next. A thought crossed his mind briefly, which he wiped away as quickly as it had come. He knew definitely that he would be the next mayor of this town, thanks to Harry Neuman's support.
He averted his eyes when they met Kitty's pleading looks through the tight mask-like helmet. He could not face the fact that she was aware that he had sacrificed her body for the sake of a few votes. On the other hand, he was sure that Kitty would have agreed to do this if the outcome of the election depended on it.
Indeed, Kitty had had similar thoughts going through her mind as she remained motionless in the degrading position of an animal, trussed up with leather thongs, tightly poured into a rubber suit, with a metal studded horse's tail shoved up her arsehole. She was aware of the pitiable sight she presented, yet the look she cast James was not one of pleading, but of reassurance that she was pleased to do anything she could do to help. Harry Neuman would scarcely be able to do anything but bring them the entire union vote now, and that's all it would take.
Tapping Kitty lightly on one buttock with a whippy cane, Harry called, "Giddyap horsie, giddyap."
Kitty started crawling along the floor, each movement was painful, the studded ring in her arsehole cut deeply into the muscles each time she moved a thigh, and the leather thongs cut into her body mercilessly, but she tried to do as she was told.
"A little faster horse," he called and cracked one bottom cheek painfully with the cane. It was doubly painful to Kitty who had been severely whipped this very afternoon.
She complied with the order and crawled faster along the floor, sobbing with discomfort but making every effort to be brave about her training. She was mortified to think that that bitch Melba was sitting in the next room, enjoying the degrading exhibition, probably having herself an orgasm just watching. She would think of a way to escape from the servitude to Melba Hervey; she would indeed, and it would not take too long.
"On your hind legs, naughty horsie," commanded Harry.
"Ooooooooaaaaaaa," wailed Kitty, for as she tried to rear up, the ring cut harshly into her little hole, and the harness rubbed painfully against her body. Her breasts swelled out through the breast rings. Exhausted, Kitty fell back down on her hands and knees, though it twisted the knob in her arsehole.
James was fully aroused now and more than willing to play a game of horse. He took the whippy cane from Harry and smacked it up against Kitty's titties, leaving a bright red line.
"Up! Up! Horsie. On your hind legs! Sit up!" he cried.
Despite the pain, Kitty brought herself up halfway to a sitting position, her hands before her as though in prayer.
"I'm thirsty, aren't you?" questioned Harry and went to get the bottle. He poured liquor on Kitty's breasts, so that it ran down the rubber suit and down her belly. "One for you and one for me," he offered magnanimously. He fell to the floor and began to suck and tease one of Kitty's nipples.
James did likewise, and they both licked the rye off the hard little nipples, pushing Kitty back further so that the pain from the artificial tail and the leather was even greater. In this case however, it served to arouse the girl even further, as each man kneaded, sucked and gently bit her nipples. She writhed and wriggled, pushing her breasts into their faces, now oblivious to the pain from the costume and accessories. Her cunt hole burned with unquenching passion; she could feel the pains of arousal running through her body.
"Mmmmmmmmnnnnnn, aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh," she moaned as she wriggled her arse to and fro, causing the ring to bite in more sharply, taking away some of the sensual longing.
Melba moaned quietly to herself from her vantage point, and plunged her three fingers deeply into her sweating, moist quim, probing and reaming to bring herself to an orgasm. Watching the two men on their knees, lapping and licking at Kitty's shapely titties, while she herself bounced on the studded ring, was too much for her. She almost fell off the chair once and had to collect her wits so as not to be discovered. She decided that she would see Kitty alone in this costume one day, no matter what she had to do to achieve it.
James was panting and grunting heavily now, longing to plunge his meat into Kitty, anywhere, it didn't matter to him. His cock was hard and distended, the throbbing was nearly painful. Harry's pants bulged obscenely from his sex rod and be threw himself away from the girl's feeding breasts.
James followed suit and Kitty fell to the floor, again in a kneeling position, panting and breathing deeply with unsated passion. Her cunt burned with desire, and the love juices smacked within her quim every time she moved from side to side trying to dislodge the leather straps so they might cut into her hole instead of on each side of it, and perhaps give her some relief from this unnatural arousal.
"We haven't tamed you, horsie," laughed Harry cruelly and gave Kitty a sharp cut across her buttocks with the cane. "You're wilder than ever."
James could contain himself no longer. He undid his pants and let his cock loose from it's cage. It had swollen to incredible size, the red knob taut and stretched with its unspent load pushing itself through the little hole. A drop or two had already escaped and hung suspended about to drip down. He knelt down in front of Kitty and shoved his rod through the slit of the rubber mask behind which waited a hungry mouth. Kitty clasped her lips around Jim's hard prick, running her tongue across the knob, swallowing the escaping sperm that his machinery was unable to contain.
"Aaaeeeee! Oooohhh, god, aaaaawwwweee," she cried and reared up suddenly, leaving Jim's throbbing cock unattended. She turned her head to see Harry, his enormous prick, perhaps twice the size of Jim's in length and in breadth, standing upright aimed at her backside. Harry had pulled the tail roughly from her hole, the metal studs had cut into the sphincter muscles and you could see a drop of blood on the metal ring at the base of the tail where the roughness had caused the skin to be torn. James gasped, for her tongue and loving lips had brought him nearly to the point of shooting his spunk deeply down her throat, and he was miffed that she should have left his cock at such a crucial moment. Roughly he pulled her back down into position and shoved her face onto his frustrated tool. She obediently resumed her tonguing and sucking, pulling from him every drop of love juice.
Harry lifted the cane and brought it down sharply across Kitty's arsehole. The muscles contracted and expanded in response, but she dared not move her face away from Jim's hard cock.
"That's for not paying attention, Horsie," cried Harry. CRACK! Again the cane came down in exactly the same spot, cutting across the already sore bottom hole.
"Aaaeeeee. God please, please, please," she moaned, pulling her mouth away from Jim's machine. She looked in horror at Harry who was about to thrust his monstrous cock into her tight little anus. "Aaaaaahhhh, please, Oh Mr. Neuman ... God, please don't. You'll hurt me ... I can't take that much! please ... mmmnnnnggggg...." Jim had pushed her face back onto his cock and her mouth was too full to carry on her begging. With his hand behind her head, Jim guided the strokes of his cock rhythmically into her mouth.
At the same time, Harry, kneeling behind the girl, placed one one hand on each bottom cheek and pulled them apart, causing the anus to open slightly. The vaseline he had inserted for purposes of putting in the metal ringed tail offered some lubrication for the next object that was to penetrate Kitty's sore and ravaged back hole. In a moment of kindness he had smeared a quantity of the grease on his great prick so that it might slip into its sheath more comfortably.
Kitty was anchored in position at the front by Jim who held her firmly at the back of the head. In the rear, Harry with his hands on her buttocks, spreading them, had pushed the tip of his giant cock against the little pink opening of her arse. It was as if she were caught in a vise, Harry at one end and Jim at the other.
With a mighty lunge Harry plunged his pole into Kitty's little back oven. It didn't reach full penetration, for the muscles had contracted and held him at a distance. He lunged with greater force the next time so that he knocked Kitty into Jim and both lost their balance, but the girl was successfully impaled on the man's love pole.
She was still in harness but the absence of the tail made it less constricting. The straps still cut into her breasts and her crotch, but she was allowed a little more freedom to move. Harry pulled her back by the upper thighs and shoved her roughly onto his cock. Jim in the meantime regained his balance and fucked the girl relentlessly into her mouth.
Kitty moaned and longed to cry out, except that she dared not release the cock from her moth. The prick in her back hole stretched and plunged deeply into her very bowels, but with each withdrawal and insertion, her muscles relaxed and the pain had subsided greatly.
Melba, who was able to see every detail of this orgiastic scene, took part in it vicariously. She had plunged her middle finger deeply into her arsehole and reamed sensually. With her thumb and forefinger she manipulated her love button, inserting both fingers from time to time as far as she could into the flooding well of hot sex. She had to hold her breath for she was nearly moaning aloud when an orgasm shook her body tremulously. Luckily the trio in the next room was otherwise occupied when she let loose.
"Uh ... uh ... uh ... uh ... aaaaa," she whispered, unable to keep perfectly still. The sexual tremor consumed her whole body. She rocked back and forth while the tide subsided, her fingers still thrust deeply into her two bottom holes, twitching and drawing out every beat of satiated passion.
As Harry's cock plunged deeply into Kitty's arse, gaining momentum with each stroke, the girl began to respond in kind. With her mouth she pulled deeply at Jim's distended tool, and pushed her arsehole far back onto Harry's great pole simultaneously. A forward motion brought her mouth tightly around Jim's cock so that the tip reached far back into her throat, also causing the withdrawal of the cock buried to the hilt in her arsehole. The rocking motion back and forth caused the harsh leather straps to cut deeply into Kitty's groin and breasts, yet she could not resist pushing and pulling harder, so sweet was the pain, so exquisite, so fulfilling. Her breasts seemed to swell in passion as the straps bruised them torturously with each stroke.
"Come on horsie, take this prick into your backside. Ride ... ride ... ride...." grunted Harry, rutting Kitty's back hole relentlessly, his belly slapping against the latex rubber covered buttocks. The sweat and escaping semen wet the rubber making it more slippery and the slap-slapping sounds louder.
The activity had caused the straps between Kitty's legs to lodge themselves directly in the crevice, rather than on either side, and as the activity became more frenzied, the leather opened her cunt lips and dug deeply into her wet, hungry cunt hole. The more she squirmed and wriggled the harder it cut into her cunt, pressing harshly against her love button, releasing juices to sufficiently lubricate the fucking leather.
In a sudden lunge Harry shoved his cock into the tight little hole until only his balls remained outside the protective cunt sheath. He knocked Kitty's mouth roughly into James' crotch, who instantly let fly with his load of spunk directly into the girl's throat so that she had to swallow furiously to keep from choking. She sucked and swallowed until she had taken every drop of the acrid liquid.
She could feel Harry's hot white juices shoot up to her belly through the bowels. She screamed loudly despite her full mouth as this unexpected forward thrust caused the leather straps to cut her severely between the legs so that she thought her cuntie would split open; her titties were red with the pressure of the rings pulling in at them, bruising them unkindly. Yet she pushed forward harder and harder, more and more pain wracked her body as she rocked from one pole to the other till she thought she would faint. At the precise moment when she could feel unconsciousness about to overtake her, the passion seed in her belly sprouted and sent red hot shoots in every direction throughout her lower anatomy.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... I'm ... I'm corn-coming ... oh ... oh ... ug ... gggnnnfff ... the come ... the come ... aaaahhhhhh," she moaned, having to disengage her mouth from James' now thoroughly limp cock.
Harry thoughtfully unsnapped the harness to allow Kitty to fall to the floor without further pain being inflicted on her already ravaged body.
In a few minutes she stepped out of the harness, and not much the worse for wear, joined the two men over a drink. She had slipped off the helmet and her smiling, glowing face belied the pleasure she had experienced at their cruel hands.
Melba wished they would be done with it so that she could go home. Her crotch was soaked with her escaping love juices and she longed to climb into a hot bath. But the three seemed to be enjoying the epilogue as much as they had the main production, and sipped casually at their drinks.
Both Harry and Jim agreed that Kitty was indeed a good sport, and as a reward, Harry said she could keep the rubber costume, though he wanted to keep the harness and the metal studded tail.
"You're welcome to those," laughed Kitty. "They don't feel so good anyway."
"They got you pretty sexy, wench," chuckled Jim.
After they dressed and left the office, Melba crept from her hiding place and poured herself a long tall drink for the road. She would have to hurry to get there before James. But then he would have to drive Kitty home, so she should be there in plenty of time.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next few weeks were filled with activity for all concerned. Harry Neuman had insisted that James use his promotion and publicity department from the Union office to handle his election campaign. Kitty had full charge of the office and rarely left the premises before midnight and was there first thing in the morning to handle all calls or pressing business.
Melba Hervey, now anxious to become a Mayor's wife, lent all her support to her husband and made appearances with him at all pub-he functions. She even agreed to an interview on the local radio station, giving a 'woman's view' of an election campaign.
Even Penny did her part. Every week-end and every day after school found her at her father's law office, helping Kitty to stuff envelopes, address mailing pieces and generally help out with any job that required doing.
Neither Harry Neuman nor James Hervey ever mentioned the 'horsie' night to each other or to Kitty and it was all but forgotten. Melba herself had left Kitty alone, so involved had she become in the political game. Nonetheless, Kitty still harbored that promise she made to herself. She would make Melba pay for what she had done to her; and she secretly promised herself that both Harry Neuman and James Hervey would be sorry they ever horse trained her that night. Though they didn't know of the added humiliation caused Kitty by Melba's witness to the event, Kitty herself nursed the slight grudgingly. One day an opportunity would arise for her to get even and she would waste little conscience to make it come about.
It was settled that while staying on Standard time wouldn't be part of James' platform, he would hedge any answers on this subject when possible. Harry had instructed his union membership that the only man was James Hervey, and that he was the only possible candidate for the office of Mayor.
Bill Jenkins, who was running against Hervey, set up formidable competition. He was young and charming. While not as experienced, he possessed a certain charisma, a sense of communication with the people. He spoke freely and honestly about a number of reforms he wished to bring about at a municipal level if he were to be mayor. He said honestly that he would not support Standard time since it made too many problems for the farm population.
Bill Jenkins, also a lawyer, was not as successful in his career as was his opponent. He had very few influencial money-clients, but he did have many many friends.
As the days grew fewer before election day, both candidates stepped up their campaigns.
Jim Hervey was a successful lawyer. His clients included several wealthy estates as well as the three largest factories in the area. It looked too like he would be getting a lot of Union business if the election came off as predicted. In fact, just the other day Harry Neuman had hinted as much. Jim supposed there was a return favor required, but he would find out what that was soon enough.
"We'd better pull up our socks, Jim," said Harry one evening with just a week left before the big day. "Bill is getting more support than we expected."
"I don't think we have anything to worry about," assured Jim. "We've been getting real good turnouts at the rallys. I feel pretty certain Bill doesn't have a chance."
"Look here, smart fella. We can't leave anything up to chance. You're going to get in, or else," said the Union man threateningly.
"We can't tell the folks how to vote, Harry. If they want to see Bill in, then that's the way it'll have to be."
"Those damn fools don't know what they want," spat Harry disgustedly. "You make me sick, Jim. You'd think you were as innocent as a new born babe, the way you talk."
"Maybe I am, but I still can't see how we can tell people what they want or what they don't want. They're the ones doing the voting, not us," he insisted.
"Get off your soapbox, Jim. You're not giving a political speech now," snarled Harry. "You gotta tell them how they're gonna vote and that's that. Understand? And that's what we're about to do."
"I don't agree with you. This is still a free country."
"Hey Kitty," called Harry. "Come in here for a minute and talk some sense into your boss's head."
"Want me for something?" she smiled as she came into the large office.
"Tell him how it really is, my girl," said Harry. "Tell him just how much support Bill Jenkins is getting these days."
"It's true Jim," said Kitty seriously. "He has been getting double the crowds at his rallies."
"How do you know?" growled the candidate.
"I've been going to hear what kind of a platform he's presenting. Look Jim, politics isn't all just pink and white ice cream and cake. Even I know that and I'm only your secretary," offered Kitty helpfully.
"All right," sighed Hervey resignedly, "what do you want me to do."
"Nothing much Jim," assured Neuman. "Just realize what we're up against. By the way," he added. "You know the new Keller bridge contract. That will be going to Tom Barton, of course."
"Wait up a minute, Harry," corrected James.
"First of all I'm not elected yet, and second of all we'll have to accept tenders on all that kind of stuff. How do I know if Tom is going to put in the most acceptable offer?"
"Cause I'm telling you he's going to, that's why," snapped Harry. 'And P m telling you who's putting in the best tenders for the three drainage contracts coming up next year, and for the road repair job and anything else that comes up. That's how it's going to be, understand?" he said menacingly.
"Well supposing I withdraw from the race, Harry?" replied Jim tentatively. "There's not much you can do then, is there?"
"No, Jim. You couldn't," cried Kitty. "This is what you've worked for since you started in practice. It's the only thing you've ever wanted to achieve. This dream of yours has already cost more than you'll ever imagine," she added bitterly. "You can't let yourself and all of us down now."
"But Harry is asking me to simply be his stooge," he cried.
"Nonsense," laughed the union boss. "What does it matter who gets those contracts so long as it saves the tax payers money, and the guys in my union get the work. Who's getting hurt by it? You run your city any way you want, I'm just asking you to be sensible about a few simple things. It's only practical."
"I don't know Harry," said Jim listlessly. "I just don't know."
"Damn it man! Somebody's got to get those contracts, so why not my boys? Nobody's going to lose by it, only gain. All of us."
James Hervey sat down and buried his head in his hands, he had been willing enough to accept the Union support, but was he now ready to pay the Union's price? He wished both Harry and Kitty would leave him alone for a few hours so that he might work things out in his own mind.
"Jim," cajoled the Union boss, "nobody's going to get hurt, except Bill Jenkins, and that's only because he's not going to be Mayor. You'll win the election. My guys'll get the contracts, and the city will get the work done at a reasonable rate. A few dollars one way or the other isn't going to make a dent in anybody's pocket. Why don't you go down to the corner and buy yourself a drink? Sit down alone and think about it," suggested Harry. "Kitty and I have some work to do between us anyway."
Jim was grateful for the opportunity to be alone and think about the proposition that had been forced on him. Clearly he had no choice. He had agreed to play it Harry's way. He had promised to do Harry some favors and in return Harry would see to it that Jim got the labor vote which would almost certainly win him the election. But all the same, he sensed a real threat from Bill Jenkins whose popularity was increasing daily.
A Scotch and water would go down well and at the same time Jim would have some time to just sit and work out the details of how he actually felt about this election. He was afraid that it was important enough to sacrifice his integrity on many, many points, and hoped that it wasn't so.
The moment James Hervey left his office, Harry Neuman took Kitty aside for a hurried conference. He kept his voice down because both Millie, the receptionist, and Penny Hervey were in the outer office stuffing circulars into envelopes.
"You want to see your boss elected, don't you Kitty?" he whispered.
"Certainly," Kitty spoke up loudly.
"Ssshhh, I don't want them to hear," he con-tiued softly, gesturing to the door leading to the foyer. "If we intend to get Jim elected we'll have to move fast. Bill Jenkins has been back slapping and kissing babies, promising the electors everything but the moon. What's more, they're beginning to believe it."
"But I thought we had the votes sewn up?" queried Kitty also in a whisper.
"Sure, sure. But it don't hurt to be on the safe side. Now listen," he dropped his voice to a mere shadow of a whisper and explained his plan in detail to the girl.
Kitty gasped in horror at the diabolical scheme Harry out-lined, but realized that if she wanted to see James Hervey elected, something would have to be done. Harry Neuman had convinced her that the results at the polls were in no way secure.
"We can kid Jim," laughed Harry, "But damnit woman, we can't kid ourselves. Let's face it. Bill Jenkins has a good reputation. A good looking wife and two beautiful children going for him. He may not have the know-how, but he's got the kind of charm women and young folks go for. Agreed?"
Kitty nodded tiredly. "All right Harry, I'll do what I can. But it's not my fault if something goes wrong."
"Nothing is going to go wrong," he snapped reassuringly. "Now get moving. "I'll give you about half a hour then I'll come in and do the rest. Right?"
"Yes Harry. I'll try." Kitty left the office through the side door, for she didn't feel she could face either of the girls in the front office.
She arrived at the modest offices of Bill Jenkins and his partner just moments before five o'clock; just as the girl's in the office were getting ready to leave for the day.
"Well, well," smiled Bill, "the competition. And what brings you here?" he asked when Kitty knocked at his door and walked in.
"I want to talk to you Bill. As person to person, like the old friends that we used to be," said Kitty flirtatiously. "Or don't you remember when we used to neck down at the river bank?"
"That's a long time ago now Kitty. That goes back to high school days," he said pleasantly. "I'm sure you didn't come here to talk about necking by the river."
"Can I talk to you privately, just for a few minutes?" she asked. "I promise I won't take long. I'll be as brief as possible."
"Come in Kitty," invited Bill and rose from behind the large desk to welcome her more politely. Bill was a year or two older than Kitty, and they had been steadies for couple of semesters during their high school days. Then Bill went to college where he met Elizabeth Norris. He and Elizabeth got married on his graduation and had two children one right after the other, which represented his present status.
He was tall, slim and impish looking, his face covered with adolescent freckles, beneath a shock of unruly carrot red hair. No wonder the voters had taken to him, thought Kitty to herself, he's the image of everybody's son, older brother and boy next door all rolled into one.
"O.K. shoot," urged the young man.
"Won't you offer me a drink first," asked Kitty. "I need something to give me moral support."
"How about a Scotch and water. It's all I have in the office at the moment." He stalked across the room. "I'll just go and get us a couple of glasses."
He was back in a minute carrying two glasses and a pitcher of water. "No ice," he apoligized. "We're not as rich as the competition."
"That's not nice," cooed Kitty.
"Tell me when," he said, splashing water into the Scotch in the glass.
"Whoa," said Kitty and took the drink from him. She took a sip and licked her lips sensuously. "That really hits the spot." She glanced at her watch and noticed she had only another five minutes before Harry would be on the scene.
"Take off your coat, Kitty," offered Jim. "You must be roasting with all those things on today." He stirred his drink and took a long drink from the glass. "Now what is it you wanted to see me about?"
"Come over here and sit beside me?" asked Kitty, patting the settee on which she sat.
"Don't be afraid. I won't bite you, at least not too hard."
Bill Jenkins drew himself up to his full height and came over to sit beside this beautiful girl. He had been so wrapped up in political matters lately that he hadn't had time to think of any pleasures, let alone those of the flesh. He hadn't even taken Elizabeth to bed with him for the last month, though she was most sympathetic.
Kitty blinked her dark eyes, glistening with the briefest suggestion of tears and ran her tongue over her lips seductively.
Bill sat down gingerly beside her and set his drink on the end table next to the settee.
"Kiss me Bill, just for old times sake," purred the girl. "Just to see if you still kiss the same way as you used to." She flung her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his. He responded instincitively and opened his mouth as sbe shoved her tongue between his teeth, and then pushed his tongue into her open, inviting mouth.
Kitty reached over and placed her hand on his sex, which had reared up at the sensual kiss. While still entangled in a long kiss, she tugged down his zipper and pulled out a rapidly hardening cock which had not had the feel of a woman for too long a time. Bill tried to pull himself away, but it all felt too good for him to bother, and the drink was lulling him into a false security.
Throwing herself on her knees before the man, Kitty grabbed the turgid cock and wrapped her mouth around the flaming, knobby tip, and sucked for his juices. Bill was weak with longing and sat back, willing to let this velvet mouth eat at his fountain of love.
He reached his hands down under her coat and pulled it away as though her body was made of fire, for he found that under the light coat she was naked. Before he could extricate himself from this compromising position, she had slipped off her coat, and knelt nude before his giant cock, licking and sucking, her head deep between his legs. He buried his hands in her hair and shoved his cock into the loving mouth. At that very moment the door flew open, and a flash filled the room.
He looked stunned and before he could react another flash came and he heard a voice from behind the blinding flash say, "The second one is just for luck in case the first one doesn't take."
Bill recognized the voice as that belonging to his fiercest enemy Harry Neuman, and suddenly realized that Kitty had just set him up as a sucker. He wished he could kill her at that very moment, but it would accomplish nothing. Before he could say anything, she slipped on her coat and ran out the door after the retreating Harry Neuman.
This was the end of his career. He was washed up and he knew it. He didn't know how he would explain this to Elizabeth, but she was such a great girl that she wouldn't ask for an explanation. It was only necessary to tell her he had changed his mind and she would accept it.
He knew that Harry Neuman was not above making hundreds of copies of that lewd photograph-of a naked woman sucking his cock, and a bottle of Scotch on the table in the foreground. He would then see that these photos were circulated throughout factories, offices and other places of business across the entire city. There was enough time between now and election day to destroy him very discreetly and very completely.
Bill Jenkins poured himself a full water glass of Scotch and drank it down without stopping. Next, he lifted the phone to dial the newspaper office and announced that he had withdrawn from the running and would not be a mayorality candidate in this election.
Of course his backers could toss someone else in at this late date, but it would just be a token effort. If he were no longer running, James Hervey was a shoe in.
After he hung up the phone, he poured himself a second drink and sipped at it slowly. He found it hard to believe that James Hervey would stoop to such tactics to win the election. True, Bill had never liked Jim much, but that was for purely personal reasons. He thought him too self-righteous and unbending a person to ever be a good administrator of a city of individual people. He had never thought of him as a dishonest, crooked politician who would do anything for power. And Kitty Marsden. How could she have been talked into the badger game unless James had been behind it?
Of course, everyone in town knew that Kitty was Jim's mistress, but folks were too polite to talk about it. Nobody wanted Melba to be hurt, or for that matter nobody wanted to see either Jim or Kitty suffer just because they happened to be sleeping together. Live and let he. That's how the folks felt about these two, and they had minded their own business for a long time over it.
Bill Jenkins could hardly stagger from his office building when he left. It was Elizabeth who found him slumped behind the wheel of his car which he had somehow navigated into the driveway at his home. He had passed out and was snoring loudly, so she half carried and half dragged him down the front walk, hoping fervently that the neighbors were asleep and wouldn't see their mayorality candidate in this condition.
Elizabeth did not yet know that her husband had withdrawn from the race.
* * *
Kitty took three hot baths that night, hoping to wash away the guilt from her naked body. She longed to change what had happened, but she knew it was impossible. Harry Neuman would never surrender the photographs, and if she tried to defend Bill Jenkins, it would do him more harm than good.
The girl hated Harry for talking her into blackmailing an innocent man. She hated Jim for indirectly making her do it. His career was top on the list in his life, and therefore had become just as important in hers. She hated Melba who had blackmailed her, all so that Kitty could protect Jim. And she hated Penny Hervey, an innocent girl of sixteen, because she was the offspring of Melba and Jim and probably the main reason that she and Jim would never be together.
A bottle of sleeping pills sat on the night table beside Kitty's bed and she toyed with the idea of taking all of them to forget forever the degradation of the past few weeks. She poured them into her hand and looked at them for a few minutes, wondering what it would be like to sleep and never waken.
Then the girl leaned back, a smile played on her face. Yes, she might take an overdose of sleeping pills one day, but not until she had full revenge on all those who had played a part in the ruination and devastation of her life. Melba would pay! Oh how that bitch would pay for the indignities she had heaped upon Kitty's head.
James Hervey would pay! She had suddenly turned against him for his lack of courage and honesty. True, he had no knowledge of what had happened at Bill Jenkins' office tonight, but he knew something was going on and didn't try to find out what it was. Jim was satisfied to let Harry and Kitty do whatever was necessary, provided he didn't have to know the details.
How could she make Harry Neuman pay? She would think of something.
Kitty had just put the bottle of pills into her medicine cabinet when her door buzzer sounded. She wondered who it could be at this late hour, for it was nearly midnight; was it Jim? She was startled to see Melba Hervey leaning against the doorframe, a surly, superior smile on her face.
"Aren't you going to invite me in, horsie?" she sneered.
"Get out of here, bitch!" snarled Kitty. "I've had enough of you."
"That's what you think," smiled Melba. "I think you'll invite me in dearie, or else I promise to go through with my threat."
"Listen you," began Kitty, then checking herself. She wouldn't bother to tell Melba that the threat didn't mean anything to her now. She would play along with this twisted bitch just long enough to gain full revenge. "You're right, Mrs. Hervey," she said submissively. "I'm sorry. Come in."
"Why not call me Melba, Kitty," cooed the woman. "I have a feeling we're going to be very close friends."
Inside the apartment she kicked off her fur mules and slipped off her wrap. Beneath she wore only the briefest leather panties, cut out at the cunt and the arse hole, and a bikini brassiere, also cut out to allow the nipples and about an inch of skin all around to protrude salaciously.
"How do you like my outfit?" she asked sincerely. "I loved the one Harry gave you so much that I went and ordered this one."
"Very attractive," stuttered Kitty. "Is it leather or rubber?"
"Leather. They didn't have any rubber and I kind of prefer the thickness of this leather. It really feels sexy against the skin; you should try it. Would you like to try it on?" she offered.
"No thanks."
"What can I do for you, Melba," asked Kitty coldly. She must be careful to be just agreeable enough, but not too much so, or the woman might become suspicious. "I'm tired and I want to get some sleep, if you don't mind."
Melba threw her arms around the girl and planted her mouth firmly on the other's. "Oh Kitty, Kitty," she moaned. "Ever since I saw you that night wearing the rubber outfit, with your little pink arsehole winking cutely out, and your soft warm cunty teasing, I've wanted to hold you and to kiss every part of you. Kitty, Kitty, please let me feel you naked all over," she panted sensuously.
"I'm sorry Melba, I'm very tired," replied the girl. But she let Melba run her hands over her lightly covered breasts and allowed her to slip her hand up the shortie nightgown.
Melba's breath was hot and her mouth felt sticky as she suddenly and clumsily knelt to kiss Kitty's warm, wet cunt hole. She felt passion racing through her veins as she inserted her middle finger into the hot little nest, rubbing the walls of her vagina; exhilarated by the different textures of the inner walls, the moisture of the love juices flowing down her finger.
Kitty herself was being carried away by these passionate advances, and, suddenly sick with lust, invited Melba to join her on the bed.
"Oh Kitty, you are so beautiful, so beautiful," sobbed the woman. "No wonder Jim is in love with you. He is, you know. And so am I ... Isn't that funny, we're both in love with you."
Kitty slipped out of her nightgown and stood proudly naked before Melba, arching her back and caressing her taut, firm breasts, making the nipples snap out. She was a tantalizing sight and the woman could not keep her hands from every mound and every crevice of the girl's body.
As Melba relaxed for a moment, Kitty quickly grasped the older woman's nipples which protruded naughtily from the leather brassiere and bit into them painfully.
"Ooooouch ... oooohhh, Kitty, don't, ... aaaahhhh," she wailed. Kitty bit all the harder and pulled them harshly away from the woman's body, then planted her mouth firmly on one nipple and sucked so hard that the nipple became elongated.
"Aaaahhhh, oh that's beautiful Kitty. That's beautiful," cried the woman. "Let me kiss your breasts, my darling. Let me kiss them."
Kitty allowed the woman to play with her breasts, and in turn she massaged and kneaded the other's. Both women became more and more aroused in love play; kissing and fondling each other. A monstrous fire burned in Kitty's crotch as her cunt came alive with juices and she welcomed Melba's probing finger into its very depth.
"Roll over," begged the older woman. "Roll over, I want to look at the lovely, pink arse hole, darling. On your knees so I can touch it better, so I can kiss it and stick my tongue right into that darling little shit-hole." Perspiration ran down her face, and she gasped for breath, so burned up with desire was she.
When Kitty put her bummy up for Melba's inspection, the elder woman pulled the cheeks open with her hands and stared longingly at the pink little muscles of the ring. Then, burying her face between the girl's bottom cheeks she kissed the pink anus, then pushed and pushed her tongue until it snapped through the ring of muscles. She sucked and probed with her tongue, gasping for air and grunting in unsated desires. She thrust her tongue as deeply as it would reach into the girl's back hole and kissed the surrounding area.
In a trice she pulled her tongue from its temporary sheath and flipped Kitty over on to her back. She dived into the girl's furry muff and sucked the tender cunt lips, kissing the area around the love pot, and shoving her tongue into the dripping honey hole.
She bad placed her own hot, burning cunt over Kitty's face and as she began to minister to Kitty's hole, she brought her own down on the girl's face. Kitty pulled the woman's buttocks down upon her and planted her mouth firmly on the raging furnace.
Melba tongue fucked relentlessly, until she thought she would cry in ecstatic pleasure. Kitty in turn did the same for Melba, bounding the woman's cunt on to her protruding tongue.
"Mmmmmnnnn, mmmnnn," whined Melba, feeling the hot moist well walls against her rough tongue as she flicked and prodded the younger woman's love hole. Each thrust caused her to shiver slightly as waves of electric sex-shocks swept over her. When she opened her eyes, the glaring close-up of pussy fuzz made her even more aroused. She rubbed her hanging, full breasts into Kitty's belly, up and down and from side to side, pressing hard against the slight mound, squeezing the tips against their leather hammocks.
Melba held Kitty's bottom globes securely in her hands, pulling the girl's thighs hard into her exploring tongue and mouth. She took one finger and thrust it daintily up to the knuckle into her anus and reamed in and out in a lustful rhythm. Her whole body ached with the mounting passion and she longed to go on forever without reaching the bursting point.
Kitty, who began this session only to keep Melba on the string for purposes of vengeance, was now in the throes of uncontrolled sex hunger. She pulled Melba's cunt hard into her open mouth, cupping both lips of Melba's vagina within her lips and pushing her tongue deep into the crevice. Holding the older woman firmly in position she blew hot breath into her cunt hole, sending agonized ecstasy through her loins. Breathing in she sucked up the juices hungrily and swallowed. Then again she blew deeply into the raging love furnace.
Kitty was much affected by this technique, for she found that when she inhaled, she smelled the strong woman odor in her nostrils which roused her to an incredible pitch. Melba ground her cunt into Kitty's face while at the same time attacking the younger girl's crotch with her whole face, sticking her nose and tongue into the little hole, until love nectar was spread all over her face.
At the peak of mutual arousal both women shrieked and glued their mouths to their respective cunts and pulled deeply at the fountains, pulling each other into higher and higher ranges of orgasm, as they both trembled from head to foot, their cunnys bursting with the climax, each sucking the final dregs of love juices from each other's wells. Higher they went until the sensation became almost unbearable, as though the air was thinner in the lofty peak of orgasm, and they choked on their victuals of sex water, hanging on to each other, going on and on interminably for what seemed to both to be forever.
When the orgasm played itself out in the women's bellies, they fell back exhausted and spent, breathing deeply, still fighting for air to revive them to a semblance of consciousness. Melba rested her hand on Kitty's crotch and held the loving bush gently and without passion. Kitty's head reeled with mixed emotions. For the moment revenge was forgotten and she thought only of the immense pleasure she had experienced at this cruel woman's mouth. It would be hard to forget this night, but Kitty recalled earlier circumstances and other cruel experiences and felt she could continue with her plan.
It was nearly two o'clock in the morning when Melba slipped into her wrapper and bid Kitty goodnight, but not before Kitty invited the older woman to come and watch what she suggested might be an interesting performance at the office the next night. She told her to come about seven o'clock so that she could hide in the small room when there would be no one there to see her.
Kitty explained that it might be a fairly lengthy wait, but that was unavoidable.
"Darling girl," cooed Melba. "I would wait for you forever if you wished. I promise to be there at seven o'clock sharp."
You must be, Melba dear,," chirped the girl. I'm sure you will be quite surprised." They kissed goodnight at the door.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kitty nearly called off her strange party when Jim Hervey tried to beg off with the excuse that he would be busy campaigning. However, with Harry Neuman's help, they were able to persuade James to return to the office after a bite of supper, so that they might have a friendly drink.
"I have a wonderful surprise for both of you, just as soon as you get back." She looked at her watch. It was nearly six o'clock. She would have to hurry to prepare the stage for the party.
"If you insist," said Jim listlessly. "I guess I could use a moment's relaxation after all."
"Shooo ... shooo, out of here now, both of you," she urged. "I've already sent Millie home.
And Penny's just finished putting stamps on this last bit of mail. I'll send her home right away, so we can begin our little surprise party the minute you get back," she grinned.
"You're really a great girl," complimented Harry as he winked at her. "You sure know how to treat a guy."
As soon as both men left the office, Kitty quickly locked the main door after them. She turned to Penny now and said, smilingly, "Do you want me to let you in on something?"
"Gee Kitty, sure. What are you up to."
"Promise not to tell a soul and I'll show you," teased Kitty. "Not a soul, not even your mother."
"You know me better than that," sneered Penny snobbishly. At sixteen she felt superior to most adults, especially her parents, and she was honored to be taken into Kitty's confidence.
"Look!" offered Kitty, as she handed her the exotic cut out latex rubber garment which Harry had given her only two weeks before. "What do you think of these?"
"Gosh!" Penny's eyes popped open as she held up the leggings and rubbed them against her cheek to feel the smooth softness of the pliable rubber. She signed with pleasure at the texture. "These are really great, Kitty. Where did you get them?"
"From a friend," answered Kitty curtly. "Look at the rest of it. Look at the top."
"Wow, are these ever far out! You mean to say a friend bought them for you?" she marveled.
"Sure," smiled Kitty.
"When do you wear them?" asked the girl.
"Just around the house mainly."
"You'll probably think I'm some kind of a nut for asking, Kitty. But could I try the outfit on? I mean, unless you would rather I didn't," she stammered.
"Un, well, I don't know Penny. It's really an expensive outfit," She kept the carrot just out of reach. "What the heck. Why not? Sure dear. I guess it's all right."
"Sure you don't mind?"
"Sure," assured Kitty. "But you'll have to strip down right to the altogether. You can't wear anything underneath."
"What if somebody comes in?"
"They won't be back until at least seven-thirty. We have plenty of time. Strip down dear," she urged as she started to unbutton Penny's blouse.
"O.K., if you're sure they won't be back." Penny slipped off her skirt, panties and stockings and shoes. Then, as Kitty had instructed, she rubbed baby powder all over her body, and sprinkled some into the latex leggings so they would slip over her body without sticking.
"This stuff sure feels great against the skin, doesn't it?" sighed Penny. "It makes you feel sexy all over, especially down there," she gave her virgin cuntie a playful tap.
"Now hurry along," urged Kitty, "or they'll be back before we know it. Slip into the top."
Penny rubbed on more baby powder and sprinkled more into the garment. She struggled into it awkwardly, emitting a tiny squeal as the tittie cut outs pushed her breasts to one side.
"Ouch! That hurts," she cried.
"Here let me fit you into it better," said Kitty as she cupped the girl's firm, but rather small breasts in her hand and fitted into the cut out portions. Her very touch brought Penny's nipples to an upright position. Kittly slapped them gently and laughed, "They're really naughty little things, aren't they?"
Penny laughed and begged to be shown how she looked in a mirror. Kitty opened the closet door on which hung a full length mirror and the young girl gasped when the saw her image. She looked much taller and slimmer than she really ever imagined. Her rusty hair hung down to her shoulders, a brilliant contrast to the dull texture of the rubber. She cupped her breasts as they protruded from the exquisite garment.
"Say, I really look something, don't I," she laughed.
"We're not finished yet," said Kitty sweetly. "There are still the anklets and the wristlets. I'll get them for you."
Kitty reached into her bag and produced some leather straps which she had had especially designed for her this very day. The first piece looked like a belt about two feet long and an inch wide, except that it had buckles set in about nine inches from each end. Kitty snapped one loop around Penny's right ankle, then buckled the other side in a loop around the left.
"I can't take very big steps with this contraption on," complained Penny. The strap was drawn from one ankle to another, serving as a hobble. The loop at each end was bound secure-ly around the girl's ankles. There was about a foot of leather strapping between.
"That's so you'll walk in a lady-like manner," lied Kitty. "Now for the wrist daintiers," she said, and drew two bands, with three small buckles on each. Attached to one wrist band was a long length of leather, with holes at the end. Attached to the other band was a length of leather ending in a regular belt buckle.
"Let's see one wrist and I'll show you how they work, my dear," said Kitty gently. "It really is a rather ingenious devise if I must say so myself. I had it designed especially for me this very afternoon."
Kitty buckled one band securely on Penny's wrist, letting the strap fall loose. Then she buckled the second.
"Ooohh, that's tight," complained the girl. "Can you loosen it a notch?"
"I think it's just right," sneered Kitty. All the kindness had drained out of her voice and she deftly brought Penny's wrists across the front of her waist and pulled tightly on both straps to buckle them tightly in place behind the girl's back. In this way, Penny could hardly move. Her arms were crossed in front of her and the straps held them in place, pulling them tightly to the opposite side. Kitty drew the belt-like straps in securely so that Penny nearly lost her breath.
It was not until this moment that Penny realized what had happened to her. She was completely vulnerable to Kitty and to whatever the woman required of her.
"Kitty! I'll scream for help if you don't let me out of here this instant! I'll tell my dad!" she threatened.
"Darling Penny, you promised not to tell a soul," chuckled Kitty. "And besides, when I'm through with you, I don't think you'll want to tell anybody."
Before Penny could call out, Kitty had jumped up and gagged the girl with a latex handkerchief which she tied behind the girl's head. Penny's mouth was bruised and sore because the gag was so tight. Mercifully it gave somewhat, in that it was rubber and tended to stretch. That was precisely what Kitty had intended; something that would be uncomfortable, but that would do no damage.
When she was satisfied that the girl would not be able to free herself from the gag, Kitty slipped the helmet mask over her head, making sure that every strand of rusty hair was pinned securely beneath and would not betray the identity of her rubber bound captive.
Kitty stood back and surveyed her work with a sense of accomplishment. Penny was perfectly masked and beyond recognition. She looked taller than her actual height, and very much slimmer; this being the effect rubber garments have on a person. Only her eyes and the tip of her nose could be seen, except, of course, for her two bared breasts, her tidy pink little cunt hole, and the round ring of her arsehole. Yes, Kitty was pleased. She would gain vengeance for the dehumanizing experiences this family had put her through. She would beat them all at their own games and then some.
Penny struggled and tried to escape, but in vain. For with her hands secured so tightly across the front of her waist she had lost much balance. And trying to take little steps within the limits of her hobbles only served to make her fall. Tears streamed from her eyes, but she soon realized that this was a mistake, for the salty tears trickled partly into the rubber mask and caused her skin to itch unbearably. Since she couldn't reach up to scratch for relief, she was required to put up with the awful discomfort. She was finally resigned to her fate and sat quietly in the heap in which she had fallen. Her whole body trembled, for she believed that Kitty had truly gone mad, and wondered what she would do to her.
She had heard her father and Mr. Neuman say they'd be back by seven thirty, and Penny dearly hoped they'd be early. They wouldn't let Kitty do anything more to her.
She followed Kitty's travels about the room with questioning eyes, for it all seemed so confusing. First, she had been trussed up like some bird ready for the oven, and now she saw Kitty go through some very strange actions. Kitty went to a bookcase, and by pulling a couple of books back, exposed a camera hidden there. Kitty checked the range and replaced the books so that all of the camera but the lens was covered. Then she moved on to the liquor cabinet where another camera was hidden between bottles of red wine. She tested this one, replaced the bottles and moved along across the room to the coat rack which was scarcely used. An old coat all but hid another camera which was secured there.
She would not necessarily need or use all three cameras, but surely having them all around the room as they were would give her a better chance of getting at least one good picture of the lot.
Kitty had finished her preparations when there was a knock at the door. Quickly she tossed letters that Penny had been working on into a desk drawer and answered the knocking. It was Melba Hervey, flushed and right on time.
"Come in Melba darling," cooed Kitty sweetly. "Come in. I can put the safety chain on the door and that way we won't be disturbed."
"Sweet Kitty," she purred. "How lovely to see you." Melba kissed Kitty passionately, and carressed the girl's breasts in the embrace.
"Look what I have here," said Kitty disengaging herself from the woman's arms. "A naughty slave."
Penny struggled and wriggled, trying to free herself from the bondage, trying to call out to tell her mother it was she. Penny was so ignominiously trussed up that all that could be seen of the 'slave' were the flashing hazel eyes, which looked through the slits of the mask.
"What a lovely piece," said Melba lecherously. "Are we to partake of this tender morsel?"
"Isn't she lovely," purred Kitty. "Though she is terribly naughty. She needs a few lessons in good manners, I should think. This is all part of her punishment, and you know how important that is, don't you Melba."
"I suppose a few cuts of the cane wouldn't hurt any," laughed the woman. Kitty handed her a whippy cane, and Melba delivered three cutting strokes to her daughter's rubber clad posterior. Penny tried to call out, but only muffled grunts came from her rubber gagged mouth.
"On your feet, miserable waif," commanded her mother.
Penny, now aware that her mother could not recognize her own daughter, had to obey. She was shattered to see her mother's erotic behavior, the perversion of this woman's tastes, or so it seemed to an innocent virgin girl of only sixteen.
Standing tall, Melba gazed hungrily at her daughter. She put her mouth to the girl's beast, first one and then the other and sucked and tongued them in turn until the bright nipples turned red and jutted out naughtily. She kneeled before the standing figure, and put her mouth to Penny's crotch. The girl tried to pull herself away, but found that Kitty stood behind her to keep her in place.
Melba kissed the dewy fresh cunt lips, smacking her lips appreciatively. By pushing the girl's upper thighs apart she caused her to slump down and bend her legs, so that Melba could taste of this virgin fountain.
Penny writhed and moaned in anguish. She had to try to get away from here. She thought she was going mad. Melba shoved her tongue into the girl's cunny darting in and out, causing the love juices to rise up in the virgin's love well.
In spite of herself, Penny could not control her arousal. She felt warm and itchy in between her legs. The darting, licking tongue felt lovely in her pee hole, and soon she started to weave back and forth to meet each thrust of the tongue.
More and more furiously the two women continued, Melba on her knees before Penny, Kitty holding the girl up and in position.
Only once did Kitty move away from behind Penny and that was only two feet away where the camera was set up in the coat rack. She snapped three quick shots and returned to the two women.
A sharp noise startled all three girls to immobility. James Hervey and his cohort, Union man Harry Neuman, had returned from their supper and drinks out.
"Coming," called Kitty. "Hurry Melba, get into the next room. They're here. I'll keep them busy until you get settled."
Melba dragged herself away from the tasty fountain from which she had been drinking and reluctantly retired to the stuffy little room which had been arranged as her own private theatre; the stage being the office itself.
"Sorry to lock you out," called Kitty, as she slowly made her way to the front door, leaving Penny, bound, and though unknown to any of the others, gagged securely. The girl stood as tall and still as she could, determined to maintain her dignity, no matter what happened.
"Expecting a bogey men," joked Harry. "Or is the door locked against us."
Unlatching the night chain, Kitty said apologetically, "I was kind of nervous about any strangers getting in here, so I took an extra precaution. If you come in and have a look, perhaps you'll understand why." She led the way into the inner office.
"My god," gasped Jim. "What a beauty! Except your tits are much nicer, Kitty," he added, giving his secretary's boobies a pinch. "Nice cunt though," he commented running his hand across the cut out at the bottom.
Penny tried to squirm away from her father's probing hand. She tried to scream, to spit out the rubber gag that had begun to taste so horrible in her mouth, but all that came out were muffled, incoherent sounds. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she hoped that sobbing would bring her facial features to her father's attention, but both men were much more intent on her other womanly features.
Harry tweaked the tender little titties painfully, pulling at the nipples, and pinching them between his thumb and forefingers until Penny wailed through her gag. She twisted her shoulders back and forth to pull her tortured tits away from the sadistic hands of Harry Neuman. James, petting the girl's pussy hair and moist little hole that still contained some of his wife's saliva, remarked on the wetness.
"Horny little bit of baggage, isn't she. Look how wet her pussy is. Just aching for a drink of milk from my pump," he laughed lecherously.
Kitty moved from camera to camera, discreetly snapping a shutter when nobody watched.
"I brought some special costumes for my boys," said Kitty. "Anybody interested."
"Didn't I tell you she was the best secretary in the whole world," said Jim, winking broadly at his friend. "What's in the bag, Kitty?"
"One for each of you. They only come in one size so it doesn't matter which is which." She took two very brief loin cloths from her overnight bag. They consisted of one piece of elongated material which was brought across the lower belly and attached at one side.
Harry was the first to strip down to his nakedness and don the loincloth. He had to laugh at himself when he looked down. The leather barely came together at the sides, and reached just to the top of his abnormally large, and now very hard prick.
Penny, wide eyed, was watching her father as he stripped down, article by article, until he too stood before her naked from tip to toe. So engrossed was she that she didn't notice Harry come up behind her. Without warning, he pulled her arse cheeks apart, and nudged her little pink ring with his great bulbous knob. She fell forward off balance, and landed face down on the rug.
Kitty was pleased that both stood within range of one of the cameras, and she was able to snap a good shot of Harry trying to push his knob into the girl's bottom hole. That should look well in someone's scrap book.
"It takes a bigger hole than that to take the full length of your stick," laughed Kitty. "Why don't you two have a drink while I get into something more comfortable."
Leaving Penny sprawled awkwardly on the floor, unable to use her arms to push herself up, the two men laughed and poured themselves double shots. Kitty meanwhile slipped out of her business clothes, and put on a leather bikini top and panties, similar to the ones Melba had worn, except they were a size smaller, and fitted intimately wherever they touched. The breasts were cut out as were the areas around the two bottom orifices. She stepped into a pair of high heeled pumps and rejoined the men. In her hand she carried a cruel little dog whip, with a leather handle, and two little fingers about six inches long, fashioned from hard, biting leather.
"Let's have a drink to the new mayor," toasted Kitty, holding up her glass of sherry.
"Whoever he is," said Jim, "let's drink to him."
"No doubt about it now," smiled Harry. "Bill Jenkins knows when he's licked. Didn't you read where he had withdrawn from the race?"
"Still, I don't like to count my chickens before they're hatched."
"I propose a toast to this elegant piece of fluff," chortled Harry. "A drink to her titties, a drink to her twat, and a long drink to her pink little arse."
"Agreed," added James. "An especially long drink to that sweet little cunt hole. My prick is like a rock wanting to get thrown into a river."
"I'd like to throw myself into that tight little riiver, you'd better believe," said Harry, patting his knob affectionately. "On second thought, come sit on my knee, lover," he invited Kitty.
"You don't mind boss," she snarled. "It's all right if I sit on Harry's knobby knees. Right?"
Jim gave her a hostile look, but nodded. There was little else he could do, in view of what he had subjected his secretary to in the past.
Melba, watching from the next room, was growing impatient. Her love hole was burning and she had to frig herself into a come before any of the action started. She was very soon aroused again, however, a state which she had come to enjoy.
As Kitty came over to Harry's chair, he reached out and slipped his middle finger through the cut out of the bikini pants, and thrust it into her quim to test the temperature, the moisture and the degree of readiness of Kitty to take the full length of his giant prick. Satisfied that she was ready, he brought her down gently on his lap, impaling her hot little twat with his cock. He pulled her up and down a few times to lubricate the passage more thoroughly to allow him access to the very depths of her cunt. His unnaturally large cock hit the back of her love hole. She could not take the full length of it, but enough to send her into rapturous ecstasy. The tight-fitting prick rubbed harshly against her cunt walls, reamed hard against the back wall, and pulled the bottom lips back and forth with each stroke.
Harry bent his head down and took one of Kitty's nipples between his teeth and bit hard, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make the girl squeal and bob up and down on his cock to ease the pain on her tittie. Harry wanted to get rid of this heavy load of spunk, reasoning that when he got a hard on next, it would last for a lot longer. Right now he knew he couldn't hold back his come for very much longer, but he also knew it wouldn't take much to get another hard on once he let loose with the first barrage of sperm.
His mouth to her nipples, his fingers pinching and teasing her labia, his giant cock up to the hilt in Kitty's hot little cunt hole, brought the girl to a peak of arousal in a very short time. Breathing irregularly, and pushing down harder and harder on to his cock she moaned and wailed in pure animal sensuality.
Both Jim and Penny had been watching these two in their animal coupling, and Jim could feel his cock perk up to its full hard state instantly. Even Penny, inexperienced as she was could not hold back the juicing in her virgin, but fast awakening cunt hole. Still lying on her belly on the floor, she pushed her tummy hard into the carpet, trying to sooth some of the love itch there.
James Hervey pulled the girl roughly to her feet and literally threw her on to the settee, her feet stretched out in front of her as she half sat, half slumped in her seat. He brought her knees apart and put his head between the girl's legs. Penny tried to squirm away. Tried, with her eyes, to tell him to recognize her, to tell him she was his daughter, but so overcome with lust was he, that he would read nothing the girl might be trying to say with her eyes.
He put his mouth to the sweet little cunt, and toyed with the love lips, flicking his tongue back and forth. He spread her legs further apart and bent her knees so that he could get his face right into her muff. He pulled at the pubic hairs with his teeth, licked the furry area, the winking little arse hole, and fell hungrily on the tasty quim that was to overflowing with arousal moisture.
Melba was practically coming into a second orgasm, watching the foursome in their orgy. All that could be heard was the smack-smacking of Harry's pole going in and out of Kitty's well, and the slurping of Jim, sucking and lapping at the fountain of his daughter's womanhood. Although the mask which Kitty had put over Penny's head hid her identity from her father, she know him and yet could not hold back her horniness. Even knowing it was her own father tongue fucking her virgin cunt, she could not turn away from it. She pushed her cunt up hard to meet his oncoming, thrusting tongue. She moaned and writhed in unspent passion, juices flowing into her quim from she knew not where. She suspected it was her father's saliva that made her cunt so wet, but he swallowed as fast as he lunged, so it made her wonder.
During this moment, Kitty cried aloud, "Harry, for god's sake, Harry, push harder, right inside, my belly, my belly is on fire ... I mmmmmm ... aaaahhhhh, arrrrrrrr, oh ... oh ... oh ... Fuck me harder, Harry ... fuck me ... fuck ... fuck me...." Realizing that Kitty had begun her first orgasm, Harry, his face contorted in passion, let go of his sticky spunk, shooting it into every corner of the girl's quim, up the cervix, splattering her inner walls with his sperm.
As Harry and Kitty went into their mutual orgasms, Jim, unable to hold his cock in check for another moment, released his mouth from Penny's cunt and came up between her legs, pointing his sex weapon to the virgin, tight little cunt hole. Melba, in the next room, frigged her love pot into a second climax, even greater than the first.
Penny squirmed and lunged from side to side, in an effort to keep her father from penetrating her cherry. She looked at him imploringly, a look he mistook for passion, a look which he thought represented a longed for invitation for him to plunge his red hot tool into the waiting love furnace. He, of course, did not know this was his daughter, or that the cunt he was about to dive his machine into was virgin area. Penny shook her head from side to side in an effort to pull loose the mask, or even to have some hair fall from the helmet, something that would let her father know it was she, his daughter, about to be violated so cruelly. The mask was firmly in place, and her movements back and forth, her wrigglings and squirmings, only added to her father's lust.
With his fingers, Jim pulled the cunt lips apart to gain him easy entry into this this delicious, sweet smelling little cunt hole. He savored every moment and drew it out as long as possible. Both Kitty and Harry watched; Kitty with a perverse sense of satisfaction, Harry with the hope that his tool would again harden so that he might lodge it firmly in that sexy slave-girl's rear end.
Jim positioned his red prick knob between Penny's bottom lips, ready to lunge forward and fuck the very depths of this open cunt before him. Penny moaned and tried to make noises, which drove Jim on to greater lust. He lunged, thrust his pole in as far as it would go. It was stopped by the barrier of the girl's cherry. For an instant a confused look crossed Jim's face, then he smiled and turned to smile at Kitty. He understood now. This was a virgin girl, and Kitty had brought her here for him. That was why she had made a point of seducing Harry, to leave this choice morsel to him and him alone. He drew back as far as the strap between Penny's ankles would allow, trapped as he was in this delicious triangle, to plunge again into the virgin hole. This time he nearly penetrated the barrier. One more lunge would do it, he felt sure.
Penny meanwhile cried out in anguish and pain each time her father's cock struck her virginity. Beads of perspiration had come up all over her body and the itchiness this caused added to her discomfort. Her poor ravaged little cunt throbbed with pain, she felt like she was being split wide open, and as if a red hot poker was being thrust right up into her belly.
Before Jim could come back for another try, Penny wriggled and tossed until she threw him off balance, sprawling on the floor, with the girl on top of him. Penny was on top now, her father on the bottom, with his hard cock pointed upward pressing into her belly. Her hands were tied across her front, thus preventing her from getting up, and the leather strap which kept her ankles within a foot of each other was at the back of Jim, while her hot little virgin cunt was at the front.
Kitty stepped in and offered, "You've a naughty slave girl there, Jim. I think we could convince her to take your tool into her love hole cheerfully," she snickered and pulled the little dog whip from her waist.
Penny turned her head 'round to see what the secretary was up to and moaned and struggled to get away from her father and from the route of the cruel two fingered whip that hung over her buttocks.
CRACK! The leather thongs cut across the latex covered mounds to sting more than they would have on the bare. The rubber garment stretched tautly across the bottom globes, shivering and shaking beneath the blow. The force of the lash shoved Penny's body hard against her father and she could feel his brick like cock poking into her belly. CRACK! CRACK! The girl nodded her head up and down, like a nervous pony, and from side to side, moaning and trying to cry out, but the gag held fast and she could only make animal noises that fanned the passions of both Kitty and her father.
Jim adjusted his daughter's body so that the wet little cunt was directly above his cock, ready to thrust forward and to pull her cuntie hard down. CRACK! Kitty brought the whip down again, and at the same time Jim thrust his cock upward and pulled Penny down toward him by her thighs. He was near to breaking the love barrier.
"That's enough," he commanded Kitty. "Help me get the little vixen back on the couch." His breathe was labored and saliva gathered at the corners of his mouth. He would not be able to hold out much longer. The throbbing of his prick juices against the knob were paining, so great was the pressure.
Harry and Kitty helped him to ease the tethered like Penny back on to the settee. He remained in position between her spread legs and mentally prepared himself for the final onslaught.
Kitty threw herself down on her knees beside the girl, prostrate on the couch, and glued her mouth around the dainty nipple to suck, kiss and torment the nub. Sucking deeply she pulled the nipple far out from the gland and let it snap back obscenely, then she flicked her tongue across the tip, with maddening appeal. Penny squirmed with the heat in her breast, and the desire which welled up in her love hole.
Harry, who had been watching, knelt on the other side of the girl and began to kiss and caress her other titty, pulling the nipple out and snapping it back, kissing, sucking gently, harshly, slowly; all manner of titillation alternating one with the other.
Penny's cunt muscles were relaxed with passion, and Jim knew the next lunge would carry him past the useless virginal barrier. Pulling his cock back and taking a final look down at the sweet little virgin twat, he leapt into the girl's crotch and went past the wall, his cock now buried deep into the roomy sex channel. Penny almost fainted with the final excruciating pain. She moaned and groaned through her gag. Tears welled up in her eyes and she trembled and sobbed helplessly.
"Uuuuggghhh! Uggghhhh!" grunted her father. "I'm going to fuck that sweet little hole until the juices drown my machine! My cock will fuck the very bottom of your well!"
He rutted the poor girl relentlessly, caring little for the comfort of the girl whose virgin vagina was taking the full portion of his stick. He grunted like an animal and rode her buttocks fiercely.
As for Penny, she was still being teased and played with by Kitty and Harry, who kissed and sucked her breasts, and the pain in her crotch soon subsided. She began to feel pleasure in the rubbing of a cock against her well walls, feeling the knob push against the inside of her cunny borough. She began to twist and turn beneath the kissing of her titties, and just as she had responded to the ministrations of her father's tongue, so now she responded to his meatus. She moved her buttocks up and down with each thrust, to meet the tool anxiously each time it dipped into her little honey pot.
Jim placed his hands beneath the girl, one hand on each shapely, latex covered buttock and pulled her lower body up and forward to meet each thrust fully, so that his machine would reach the very bottom of the bleeding ruptured love hole. The tone of the girl's moans had changed, her breathing became more labored, and her trembling of a more controled sort.
Melba was tempted to come into the office, so excited was she by this party of three; she rocked back and forth on her chair, her hand buried between her legs, the other hand placed across her mouth so that no sound could escape. Jim moved one hand to the middle of Penny's buttocks and inserted a finger into her tight little pink arsehole, tugging it open to take the nip of his probe. This aroused her to even greater heights of passion as she bounced on to his finger and up into his cock. He reamed the two openings simultaneously and fiercely. He rode and rode his daughter as though she were some inanimate receptacle for his passion. Her disguise was perfect, for he never for a moment suspected that this sexy piece of baggage was his own teen-age daughter. Behind the latex rubber mask, Penny herself did not feel like the innocent girl she had been less than an hour earlier. She responded to every probe of cock or finger and almost choked on her gag.
So carried away by this moment of passion was Jim, that he could not tell when he was about to eject his load. He could always control it with Kitty, but not this time. It caught him utterly by surprise and he cried out pitifully as it began to shoot up involuntarily from his balls, through his stick and into Penny's womb.
"Aaaaeeeee! G ... g ... god ... dam ... damn ... nnngggg," he grunted wiht pure animal release, convulsing with each spurt of semen, riding, riding, until he had pumped his reservoir dry of all its spunk.
The escalation of his penetration roused Penny to a point of bursting. Knowingly, both Harry and Kitty kissed and sucked at her titties with renewed vigor, and she felt a burning hot sensation right in the middle of her belly ... which exploded and each little explosion turned into a hundred more until her whole bottom torso was aflame with a multiple orgasm. She pushed her little arsehole hard down onto her father-lover's finger, as he pressed his tool into her love nest, till only his balls barely remained on the outside, pressing against her bottom. Together they pumped and pumped each other, to point of complete satiation and utter exhaustion.
Melba had to hold herself down on the chair to keep from entering and joining the fray. Only a very thin thread of caution kept her in the observation room. When her husband and the trussed up victim climaxed, she herself cried out softly and had to clamp both hands across her face to restrain herself. Only Kitty had heard the sound because she was aware of Melba's presence. The men could not tell from whence the sound had come, and Jim especially was in such a state of ecstasy that he would never have noticed much at that point.
By the time Jim had pulled his limp, bloody cock from its ravaged sheath, Harry was ready for more action. His enormous pole stood erect, twitching from the extra weight of arousal. He could hardly wait for Jim to extricate himself from the triangle between the girl's legs.
Kitty, in the meantime, had gone to the bathroom and returned with a damp washcloth, which she used to bathe Penny's sex hole gently. She rather felt sorry for the girl, but she was determined to wreak full vengeance from all present, whatever the cost.
The girl lay on the settee, slumped in a corner, her legs as far apart as the strap across the ankles would allow, hoping for some cooling breeze to take away the pain in her cunt. She breathed deeply, the stunned shock of having been raped by her father had not yet sunk in. She did briefly wonder what he would do or feel if he knew the victim trussed in rubber was his only child, the 'apple of his eye' so to speak.
"If you promise to be a good slave," said Kitty to her sharply, "I'll undo your wrist shackles."
Penny nodded her head up and down vigorously. She had little choice, for what could she do with two grown men, Kitty and her mother in the next room ready to restrain her. The outer door was locked so she knew she could not escape, and even if she got out of the building where could she go, dressed in this bizarre, rubber costume with all the 'revealing' areas cut out? She would do as she was bid, and nodded her head until Kitty started to unbuckled the wrist bands. She rubbed her aching wrists when they were free and pulled herself up to a sitting position.
In a sudden lunge she brought her hands up to the neck of the mask and tugged at it to pull it off, but before she could do anything, Kitty brought the nasty little dog whip sharply across her bare titties. Instintively, Penny brought her hands over her breasts for protection.
"You promised to behave, naughty slave, but you lied," chastised Kitty with mock severity. "Now you shall be punished!"
Both men looked on in amusement at the sexy secretary, clad only in the briefest of a brief leather bikini with all the 'required' areas cut out, dominating the bound up culprit. They looked forward to the punishment, for both suspected Kitty would do a fine job of it. Harry fingered his cock impatiently, as it jerked and twitched in anticipation. He wanted to bury it to the hilt in that cute little bum hole.
Kitty got a rope from her desk and tied Penny's wrists together and dragged her roughly to her feet, shoving her toward Jim's massive desk. She forced her to bend awkwardly forward over its surface. The rope was long enough to tie Penny's wrists to a cross piece along the front of the desk, thus holding her firmly face down across the flat top of the desk. Her sensitive breasts pressed tightly against the rough blotting pad.
Then, despite Penny's squirmings and moanings, Kitty pulled the rubber leggings down over the girl's shapely, round backside. She unstrapped the girl's ankles and motioned for the men to give her a hand. They held the girl firmly while they slipped the rubber garment from her body; her weak efforts to kick were soon subdued.
The three in the room, and Melba in the next, gasped as Penny's bare buttocks appeared from beneath the restrictive pants. The latex had caused the skin to turn pink, but the surface was smooth, and rounded.
The gentle rise of the hips from the slim waist accented the beauty of this adolescent arse. Jim held one ankle securely, while Harry held the other. Both men longed to plant a kiss on the winking, delicious looking little pink-ringed hole whose muscles twitched spasmodically. But they would wait for Kitty to do her job.
The secretary then took charge, taking one ankle and strapping it to one desk leg, thereby spreading Penny's legs so wide that the girl thought she would split at the crotch. She then strapped the other ankle to the desk leg at the far side. The girl was spread eagled crudely now, her delicate ass-hole gaping, spread by the awkward position.
"Naughty slave," began Kitty "you will have to be punished for your impudence and disobedience. Are you ready?"
Of course Penny could not answer, and so stretched was she across the desk that she could not even nod her head, SMACK! The vicious fingers kissed her bottom across the centre fold. The girl tried to wriggle her bummy out of position, but she was held fast.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! First to one bottom cheek, then to the other, crack-cracking, leaving a two-fingered red mark with each kiss. Penny moaned through her rubber gag, sobbing and groaning. The pain was unbearable. Her bottom had never even been handspanked before, and tears welled up in her eyes, overflowing on to the mask and falling to the floor in torrents.
SWISH! CRACK! The tips of the pain fingers bit harshly into her gaping pink back hole. PPPPPFFFT! A most unlady-like fart burst forth between the quaking cheeks. ppPRRR-RRRRRRRT! Another.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Kitty smacked the offending organ fiercely. "Naughty, naughty bottom! Talking back like that!" SMACK! CRACK! She laid two strokes of the little whip up between Penny's legs, directly into her ravaged little cunt, bruising the lips before it ripped into the love well.
"Both your cuntie and your bummy need a good lesson, my slave. Rude bummy, shame on you," she spoke in mock anger. CRACK! SMACK!
"Not too hard, Kitty," cried Harry impatiently. "I'll punish that naughty bummy! God, don't hurt that sweet little bung hole. I'll eat the dear thing alive!" Harry's turgid spear pointed straight ahead of him, his breath short and labored, as perspiration to belie his growing arousal flowed from his forehead. "I'll take over, Kitty!" he commanded.
"Not yet," cautioned Kitty. "When I'm ready!"
"Kitty," said Jim sternly. "You will do as Harry says. I think your bummy could use a few lessons too." Jim grabbed the whip from Kitty and smacked her across the breasts cruelly until she fell to her knees sobbing, but through the tears, her eyes glistened with desire, and a gentle smile of satisfaction played about the corners of her quivering mouth. She had hoped to arouse Jim to anger so that he might give her a whipping. Kitty didn't really enjoy applying the wbip to another, as much as she longed for the chance to feel the smooth sharp sting of leather against her own erogenous areas ... her buttocks, her pubis or her breasts. Her so recently drained love hole began to again fill to overflowing with this sexual anticipation.
Jim threw the whip aside with a promise to smack her buttocks until they bled just as soon as they had the time alone together.
Curling herself into his arms, Kitty whispered hoarsely, "Thank you darling. That one smack felt so good." She kissed him passionately, pushing her bruised and aching titties hard against his hirsute chest. "Bum smack me later. Mmmmmm?"
In the meantime, Harry stood behind Penny, staring hungrily at her gaping bung hole. He fell to his knees and kissed the tight little pink ring, and licked all around it. His tongue darted out and caught the sensitive lips of her cuntie below, sending a trembling shiver up her spine. The sexual play had already begun to arouse the child, and she stopped sobbing and moaned in passion as Harry teased her bottom holes maddeningly.
He pushed his tongue against the bottom hole, but the muscles were too tense to allow him entry. Placing one hand on each cheek, he pulled the globes as far apart as they would go, and spat into the slightly opening slit. He brought his mouth close to the rectal opening and again shoved his tongue against the barrier. This time it gave way enough to take the probing tongue.
Harry slurped and lapped at the little hole, relishing the acrid taste of this unnatural hole, kissing and probing with his tongue till Penny thought she would go insane, so tantalizing was the sensation. She was not even aware of what was happening.
Harry stood up, and pulling the arse cheeks wide without enough warning for the girl to tighten her muscles, he shoved his knob against the small opening. Harry's cock was throbbing now, paining for the feel of the tight rectum around it, to pull back the skin, to rub against the swollen veins. He grunted as he poked and pushed relentlessly.
Penny wailed and howled despite the gag. 'Mmmmmmmmggggg. UUUuuuhhhh,' she cried, tears streaming down. The pain in her bottom hole was unbearable. She could feel the tissue around her back hole bursting and she knew that it was bleeding.
Harry squeezed some of the escaping juices from his cock on to the opening for lubrication and lunged mightily against the little aperture. Bit by bit, with each lunge, the muscles around the bummy hole dilated, and Harry's knob had soon been gobbled up by the hungry bottom.
He edged the rest of the pole in by poking patiently harder and harder, further and further into the little channel until he had the entire length buried up to the hilt, the tip of the knob pushing harshly at the inner organs.
Penny cried to herself, wanting to faint, but unable to do so. Each time Harry probed the deepest recesses of her bung hole, it hurt less and less. Each reaching ruck into the girl's butt created more lubrication and caused her sphincter muscles to relax.
Her body ached from being stretched so tightly across the desk. Her breasts were sore and bruised from being pressed into the rough blotter and rubbing back and forth across the edge of the blotting pad with each thrust. Her cuntie ached from the rape and defloration, and now her bummy throbbed unbearably from the lecherous buggering she was getting from Harry. Even the most experienced anal-lovers would have had some discomfort at the beginning in taking the full diameter of such a monstrous prick; and for Penny, only sixteen and completely unspoiled before this, it was a deathly cruel torture. Her body, which from the waist up was tightly laced into the restrictive latex suit, was soaked with perspiration; sweat ran down her legs and into her cunt. The constant reaming between her bum cheeks made her feel like she had to relieve herself. She tried to block everything from her mind, but she was constantly brought into the present by the great knob poking into her and the running comments of her ravager.
"That tight little bung hole feels sweet against my cock, my darling, darling slave," murmured Harry. "Take my prick into your belly-I'll fuck you right through your belly into your belly button!"
Jim and Kitty, wrapped in each other's arms, breathing fitfully and gasping in passion, moved in time to Harry's bum fucking rhythm, shot into arousal by his words, and by his obvious worship of the girl's anus. And Penny was as erotic a sight as could be imagined. Her body stretched as tightly as possible across the face of the desk, a black rubber mask over her head; the latex blouse fitting tightly down to her waist, and from her waist down, she was naked, legs spread wide to take Harry's huge, sex-burning cock, as it poked between the cheeks.
Kitty moaned and cried hoarsely, "Jim darling, darling, Jim. Fuck me with the whip, darling, fuck me with the whip."
He got up from the settee and pushed his secretary down to a lying position. "Bend your knees!" he ordered briskly. Kitty brought her knees up as high as they would go, and spreading her thighs wide, she grasped each knee with her hand and pulled back, exposing her hot, moist little cunt hole, which shoved coyly up through the cutout of her bikini briefs.
SMACK! CRACK!
"AAAEEEEEE! G ... gooooood ... no ... no ... d ... dooo...." CRACK!
Jim brought the nasty fingered whip down hard between Kitty's spread thighs, smacking the lips of her swelling cunt, lodging the tip of each piece of leather deep "into her pain loving sex well. CRACK! CRACK!
"You want a whip fucking, do you."
"AAAAGGGHHHH! Aaahhh! N ... no ... g ... g ... not ... like ... oh Jim.....please no ... no more ... not ... please ... A A AA AEEEEE! Not ... god Jim ... not like that ... please ... please."
SMACK! CRACK! "Feel that up inside your belly, wench?" CRACK! CRACK!
"AAARRRR! EEEEE!" Kitty wailed and screamed at the top of her lungs and Jim continued to flail her torrid pussy.
Inflamed by the impassioned screams and uninhibited emotions of the two, Harry plunged his tool more forcefully into Penny's anus, his balls slap slapping against her swollen cunt lips below the rear entrance way. He held each thigh firmly in each hand, pulling the cheeks wide apart for freer play in the opening.
Melba, from the darkened room, moaned softly, fires burning through her body, frustrated to the point of insanity. She was half crazed with sexual need in her bottom, she needed to feel the reaming of a live prick in her loins.
Fitfully, she bounced up and down on two fingers, trying to frig away the hot coals raging within her cunty hole, becoming more and more frustrated. She would have to do something! She could stand this no longer! She looked frantically about the room, trying to find something that would take the place of a warm piece of meat between her legs, her glances darting in every direction at once. Suddenly she spied a table on which stood two dozen or more manual machines for legal seals. The contoured handles of grey, rough finished metal were about an inch in diameter, and curved round in the slight suggestion of an "S" shape that would fit neatly into her crotch. She could scratch the entire inside of her hot well with that. Grabbing the metal tool, she plunged it mindlessly into her quim and fucked herself into a third orgasm while watching the two couples in the next office.
Jim landed one last stroke sharply between Kitty's legs, and one each across her knuckles to let her know she could let go of her knees.
"Aaaaaarrr," Kitty was crying aloud now, tears running down her cheeks shamelessly. The moment she was allowed to let go of her knees she quickly brought her hands down on her ravaged cunt and tried to rub away the hurt.
"Not yet!" snapped Jim. "I'll tell you when."
Jim slumped down on the edge of the couch, his cock standing at attention, practically pointing to the ceiling. He smiled at Kitty, who was gasping in sexual arousal. She knew what to do now, for they had done this many times before. She would be whip fucked the way she wanted now.
Grabbing one of her nether cheeks in each hand, she pulled them apart, and stretched wide her twitching anus. Backing up, she brought it to rest against Jim's bulbous knob, easing the cock slowly into her back aperture. Jim gradually moved back on the couch until he was against the back of it, Kitty pushing her little bottom against his cock until she was thoroughly impaled on its full length.
"Whip fuck me now, darling," she begged. "Now, darling, now ... oh god ... god ... how I burn ... god ... careful, it hurts ... aaaaa-hhhhh, darling ... oh ... oh ... it hurts," she cried.
Jim, who still had the whip in his hand, turned it around and plunged the leather handle into Kitty's wet, smacking, sore quim. He played it back and froth, rubbing against the ravaged edges of her love well, roughly pounding it up to the back wall of her woman cave. He moved his hips in a regular to and fro motion, his cock poking into the girl's arse, while he frigged her cunt with the whip handle.
"Uh ... uh ... uh ... uh ... aaaaaaahhhh! Darling, harder, harder! Whip fuck every corner of me ... darling...!"
Melba slouched over her metallic make-believe dildo, her insides torn with the agonized ecstasy of an orgasm that lasted a good minute. She was dazed and near unconscious from the magnitude of the sensation. She didn't even bother to take the grey machine handle from her quim-just leaned back and closed her eyes.
"Christ! I'm coming! I'm coming!" screamed Harry, rutting Penny fiercely. "I'm gonna blow my seeds right up into your throat ... Aaaaaa-hhhhhh ... uuuuuggggg ... hhhhh." He grunted as he pumped the slimy spunk up into the young girl's aching bowels, clutching her buttocks in his hands, his fingernails cutting mercilessly into her tender flesh. Her breasts were even more bruised from the friction against the rough blotter. "GGgggggggnnnnnnn ... aaa ... a ... aaa...." Harry slumped down over Penny's half clad body, resting his face against the smooth, cool texture of the latex blouse; the saliva from his now relaxed mouth escaped from between the corners of his lips and slithered vulgarly down the rubber surface.
Penny was now beyond caring. She welcomed this respite from her unbelievable tortures of the evening. She did not actually believe that any of these things had happened. She could not believe that it was her mother who knelt at her feet and plunged a plump tongue into her daughter's quim.
She could not believe that her father had kissed and sucked her virgin quim until he was aroused to the point of an animal, and had then raped her of her cherry. She still could not believe that such a good kind man could so ruthlessly plunge his monstrous prick into a virgin quim, rutting and shoving until he roughly broke through the protective barrier of her virginity. Or that Harry Neuman, the respectable Union head, had put his tongue into her shit-hole and sucked it, and now was slumped over her with his limp cock still inside. Penny was torn from her thoughts by Kitty's screams.
"Ooohhh, Fuck ... fuck harder. Darling, I'm going ... I'mm ... oh ... oh ... oh....oh ... MMMMmmmmm ... darling...." cried Kitty convulsively, enraptured by her release from her pent up passions.
Jim loosed a barage of spunk and sent it shooting into the girl's back hole, still frigging her with the leather whip handle.
The two fell back as though dead when their spasmodic jerking, writhing and wriggling came to an end. All of their sexual energies had been dissipated. There would be-little chance for further arousal this night.
When the three, Jim, Harry and Kitty, had revived sufficiently, they disentangled themselves accordingly and sat down for a drink.
Kitty loosened the straps from around Penny's ankles, and released her wrists from the front of the desk. Just to be on the safe side, however, she kept the wrists bound together, and led the girl to a soft easy chair and helped her sit down. She was still naked from the waist down, and clad only in a skin tight blouse of latex rubber, and a hooded mask through which could be seen only her eyes, nose and slit of a mouth that was kept silent by a rubber gag.
"What about an unveiling?" asked Jim. "We've seen the rest of this mysterious lovely, now for the face, even though I know it must be as lovely as her twat," he chuckled. He had his hand on the hood, which removed would reveal his sixteen-year-old daughter, when Kitty leaped up and tore his hand away.
"No! You mustn't! It would spoil all the fun."
"Come on Kitty," whined Harry. "Don't be such a spoil sport. Anyway, what difference does it make?"
"Just take my word for it," assured Kitty apprehensively, then added, "I promised the slave anonymity if she performed."
"O.K. then," conceded Jim, and Harry growled a positive sound.
It was already past midnight so Kitty urged the men to dress and leave as quickly as possible. She said she wanted to stay and clean up and see that her 'slave' got home safely.
The moment the men left the office, Kitty locked and chained the door behind them and returned to see to Melba who had been a willing, watching participant to this evening's orgy. The girl smiled to herself. This evening was not yet finished and she planned an encore to the already successful performance.
Penny remained seated in the easy chair and gasped aloud as Kitty flung open the door to the inner office. The girl was in the line of vision and as Kitty switched on the light, Penny could see her mother, mouth agape, saliva dripping down her chin, slumped back in her chair, her skirt up to her waist and her panties lying carelessly on the floor. The curved metal handle of the stamping machine was still buried deeply into her dripping, sated quim. Dark purple circles ringed her glassy, tired eyes.
"Oh god, Kitty. I've never been through such a thing in my life. I thought I'd die if I didn't get a cock inside me ... god, god I can still hardly stand it," sighed Melba fuzzily. "I almost came right out here with the rest of you."
"I'm glad you controlled yourself, dear," said Kitty condescendingly. "We still have another episode to this night's adventures, if you like."
Penny who had been sitting quietly on the chair, rose quickly and shook her head from side to side, moaning through the gag, trying to get a message across to her mother ... trying to somehow alert Melba to her identity. The two older women just laughed at her antics.
"Don't be so eager, slave," sneered Melba. "You'll get plenty before we're through with you, won't she Kitty!"
Penny threw herself on her knees before Melba, and raised her bound wrists in supplication Perhaps her mother would understand the meaning of her submissive begging.
"Horny bitch, aren't you," cried the woman delightedly and lifted up her skirt, pressing her wet cunt to the girl's masked face.
A sob escaped from the girl as she fell lifelessly to the floor, for she knew that there would be no respite for her. She could not understand Kitty's reason for having put her through such Hell, but even more confusing was the behavior exhibited by her father earlier, and now by her mother. Why, her mother was a lesbian and a nymphomaniac, if that was a possible combination! She was a positively lewd woman with no scruples whatsoever Penny decided.
"Why don't you get out of those wrinkled things?" asked Kitty seductively. "I'm sure you'd feel more comfortable if you took them off, Melba."
"Uh ... uh ... sure," mumbled the woman, confused, for she was anxious to get her hands on this delicious piece of beauty before her. She wanted to smack that beautifully rounded bottom until it turned a bright red, and to kiss that little arse hole. Then, she wanted to plant her mouth firmly on that newly ravaged woman cunt and kiss and suck until this rubber clad beauty loosed her love juices. Melba wanted to choke and drown in the 'slave's' quim nectar.
She fought to keep her breath steady as she slipped out of her scanty garments and rubbed her huge breasts sensuously. She caressed her furry mound lovingly, and poked her finger into the hole between her legs hoping to prime the well into readiness once more this long night.
"You may do whatever you wish," offered Kitty generously. "I have a couple of ideas, if you run out."
"That bummy already looks very sore, my dear," cooed Melba sympathetically, drawing Penny over her knees and rubbing the bruised mounds gently. Penny tried to escape from the woman's grip, but Kitty came to the rescue.
"We shall have to tie you up, dear, unless you promise to obey your mistress," she warned. "What will it be? Will you be good?"
Penny, completely beaten and cowed nodded her head listlessly and relaxed over her mother's knee, her bare behind at the mercy of this sex starved woman. She cringed as Melba rubbed her crack and petted her between her legs, stopping to pinch her cunt lips gently. But for all the disgust she felt, a kind of fire kindled in her groin, bursting in all directions, warming her woman holes.
SMACK! Penny moaned through the gag, and jumped sharply. Melba had delivered a stinging spank to one already sore nether cheek. SMACK! SMACK! One spank to one cheek, the next to the other. Fairly distributed, the spanks came rapidly, first on one cheek and then the other, making the areas which had been free of bruises now a bright pink.
"Naughty, naughty bummy," chastised the woman. "You shouldn't have let that awful Harry put his stick into your hole!" SMACK! SMACK! "Maybe, now you'll learn your lesson! Wretched bum hole!" SPANK! SPANK!
Penny reared up her head and kicked her legs as the pain of the spanks cut deeply into her ravaged flesh. She hoped the spanks would stop ... she groaned and tears streamed down her masked face. The upper part of her body itched unbearably from the perspiration which had made the rubber blouse seem even tighter. And the relief to be got from having removed the latex pants and leggings, was unfortunately offset by the interminable spanking she was getting on her shivering, shaking backside.
Melba laid her hand firmly over the crevice between reddened cheeks and felt the heat rising up from the well paddled flesh.
"I think you're warm enough for now, my dear," she said breathlessly.
Melba let the girl up from her lap and led her to the settee guiding her to a lying position, face down. She suddenly took on a very solicitous tone.
"You poor, poor thing," she murmured. "I've hurt that darling little bummy. Let me kiss it and make it better." The naked woman knelt at the side of the couch and leaned over, raining kisses over the girl's stinging, pained buttocks. Penny tried to squirm out of the way of her mother's probing tongue, but was held fast. She resigned herself to whatever would come next.
Melba kissed the surface of the girl's bottom globes and down the crevice that separated the red, bruise covered cheeks. Penny wriggled when the woman inserted her tongue between the cheeks and searched for the litle pink ring of an arsehole. Mistaking the wriggles for passion, Melba was driven to more erotic play. She pulled the girl's cheeks wide apart, stretching them to leave the little hole a gape, and pushed her tongue into the orifice.
Kitty watched in serene, vengeful pleasure. "Melba, dear," she purred. "I have a great idea. Why don't we drink a toast to our darling, slave? A very special kind of toast," she teased.
She took a bottle of sherry from the cupboard and brought it to the settee where Melba was ministering to Penny's ravaged behind. "Roll her over on to her back," she commanded.
Noticing that the two women were about to have a drink, Penny relaxed and did all she could to help Melba's groping hands turn her face up in a lying position. She desperately hoped for a few moments of respite from the sexual degradation she had been exposed to.
"Keep them apart," said Kitty, cruelly pulling the girl's legs wide open, and thrusting her hand into the tender, so recently violated crotch. "You're going to join us for our toast, my dear. Let's see," she mused. "What could we drink to?"
"Let's drink to our slave's darling little twat!" suggested Melba eagerly.
"No, I don't think so," teased Kitty, her hand rubbing Penny's cunt gently, manipulating her love button that was already hard and swollen, feeling the velvet smooth inner lips, sweating from involuntary arousal.
Melba watched hungrily as the other woman played with her victim's delicious quim. She became impatient, wanting to satiate her own perverse appetite, unwilling to wait for Kitty's slow, organized caresses. "Oohhhh, let me, let me," cried the older woman. "Let me pet the soft, sweet little pussy. Let me," she gasped breathlessly, unable to keep her hands to herself. She pushed Kitty's caressing hand away from Penny's crotch and replaced it with her own.
"Now, now, Melba. Don't be so greedy, or I won't let you have a drink from the fountain of love," she chided. "Behave, this instant, my dear, or I shall have to whip you into obedience."
"I ... I'll be good," cried the woman. "Promise! But for heaven's sake, don't tease me so. I can't stand it."
"Perhaps I shall let the slave whip you," murmured Kitty maddeningly. Penny shook her masked face from side to side to signify that she did not wish to take the strap to her mother, even though her mother would not be aware of her identity. "But later. We'll have that drink now."
Opening the bottle of sherry, she brought it between Penny's widely parted legs. Too late did the girl realize the vessel from which they would drink this disgusting, foul toast. She shuddered when Kitty proposed the toast, aware now of the viciousness in the secretary's soul, though she wondered about the reason for it.
"Let's drink to the election, and to the new mayor," she cried gleefully, and poured a large dollop of sherry between Penny's cunt lips which she held open with her fingers. "Hurry, Melba, drink up, or it will all run out," she called unnecessarily, for the woman had buried her face in the youngster's muff and rank thirstily of the wine and the seeping love juices as they mingled into one tasty, unusually rich beverage.
Ssslurp ... slurp ... Melba sounded like a hungry puppy lapping at its bowl. When she came up for a breath, she cried enthusiastically, "Kitty, another ... another ... Please. I want another drink from that delicious fountain."
Kitty, pulling the cunt lips apart, poured the coolish sherry into the depths of the girl's crevice, so that Penny shuddered with the shock of the intemperate liquid flowing up her bottom love hole. It became warm from the vessel into which it had been poured, but before it ran out, Melba attached her mouth securely to the love jug's mouth and swallowed the precious liquids until not a drop remained. She sucked voraciously to get every bit of liquor from the young girl's quim.
Penny, in the meantime-though she struggled to get free of this grasping, hungry woman-could not help the sensations the sucking mouth wakened within her loins. The burning deep inside her crotch became more fierce, and the itching for more and more tonguing was unbearable. Soon she was raising her hips to meet the loving mouth lips, gasping and sobbing in passion. She groaned through her rubber gag, writhing in ecstasy as her mother tongued her to a delicious come.
Kitty pulled the woman away from the girl and held her firmly by the wrist.
"Melba, you have been a very naughty and greedy girl. I think I shall whip you before I let you go for the evening. Prepare yourself!" she cried. "Over the settee!"
The older woman, her eyes glazed with passion, her mouth still hungry for the youngster's love well, followed Kitty as she led her to the edge of the couch and shoved her roughly over the arm. Penny, slumped into the far corner, watched in horror.
Without warning, Kitty began whipping Melba's bared backside ... SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Viciously and relentlessly, with no pauses and no respite from the pain. She did not allow for the physical pleasures that could be gotten from discreet administration of pain. This was to be a cruel, harsh, disciplinary whipping, with no redeeming qualities.
"Aaaeee, please ... AAArrrggg ... ggg ... aaaa...." cried the woman, and threw her hands pitifully over the ravaged globes.
Kitty continued to lay on the nasty little dog whip, hands or no hands, cruising and cutting into the sensitive area of the woman's knuckles.
"Ooooowwwweeee ... god ... god. Let me up ... pi ... please ... let ... aaaaagggghhh-hh," Melba pulled her hands away and tried to get out of position.
The blows fell so rapidly that she was unable to move in any direction to escape and the force of the whips against her backside held her down.
Her large, rounded bottom, normally pale skinned was beginning to show angry red marks from waist to the top of her legs. The bruises were deep and already turning purple. Kitty held back none of her strength but whipped with all the violence she felt now escaping. She sought revenge for the cruel treatment meted out to her by Melba and Jim and she would not let up.
SMACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"G ... g ... god ... aaa ... p ... please ... my ... oh ... my ... bu ... bummy ... pi ... pie...." sobbed the woman, choking on her tears, unable to speak properly. She begged, cried and pleaded but still the blows continued until Penny, unable to bear this inhuman beating, threw herself bodily against Kitty to stop the onslaught.
Melba remained draped over the arm of the settee and wailed loudly, tears streaming down her face. Kitty threw the dog whip into the corner of the office in disgust and spat at Melba.
"I think you had that coming to you, Melba," she sneered. "You'll remember what you and Billy did to me, I suppose. Think about that while you're crying," she added.
Melba her face lined with pain and crying turned round and gazed pitifully at her punisher. "Even so," she sobbed, "it's been worth it," Melba was still victorious.
Ignoring both Melba and Penny now, Kitty moved about the room and collected the cameras which had played so important a part in this evening's activities, laying them carefully in a cloth shopping bag. Before she deposited the last one, she snapped a last picture of Melba and Penny.
"I'll be going now, girls. You can let yourselves out when you're ready," she quipped as she put her coat on over her leather outfit. "On second thought, I think I can spare a moment more."
Melba looked aghast at Kitty, suddenly realizing the significance of the cameras, realizing that she was in a position to be blackmailed by this young woman who had for the past few weeks been utterly at her mercy.
The secretary sauntered casually over to the latex covered figure now slumped on the settee, and untied her wrists. Expertly she slipped off the girl's blouse, and despite the struggles and efforts to escape, she suddenly whipped off the mask, unveiling the 'slave' of this evening.
Melba's eyes widened in disbelief as she gasped in horror.
"Penny!" she cried, stricken with the magnitude of her perversion. "God ... god ... god ... Penny," she moaned, hurriedly trying to cover some of her offending nudity.
Kitty removed the rubber gag from the girl's mouth and turned from the office. As she reached the door, she looked around. Penny was lying in an inert heap at her mother's feet, sobbing her heart out, trying to reassure the half-crazed woman that 'everything would be all right."
Kitty had to leave, for her own guilt weighed heavily, too heavily on her. She had not meant to wreak such vengeance. Her human frailties had spurred her on to inhuman cruelty. But she knew her job was not yet finished. There was one more thing left to do.
CHAPTER SIX
Harry Neuman smiled broadly as Kitty entered his office the next afternoon. He brushed by three of four persons waiting in his crowded foyer and took her warmly by the hands, drawing her to a standing position. "My dear Kitty. How good to see you," he cooed. "Come in. Come in."
"Thank you Mr. Neuman. I really can't stay long, but I would appreciate a few minutes of your time," she said graciously.
"Bring us in coffee," he shouted to his receptionist. "What do you take in it?"
"Just black, thank you," smiled Kitty demurely. She carried an impressive leather briefcase with her, which immediately had intrigued Harry. He wondered what this delightful sweetheart had in store for him today, for he had learned over the past few weeks that she was just full of surprises.
"Yes, I certainly am," agreed the girl when he commented on her talent for pulling rabbits out of the hat. "I have some really interesting things in store for you today."
"First of all, Harry," began Kitty. "Oh, I may call you Harry, I suppose?"
"Yes, of course my dear," he crooned, laying an exploratory hand on her shoulder.
"Business first," she said shortly, brushing his wandering appendage away. "I think you'll get on the phone this minute and call Bill Jenkins. Tell him that there is no reason for him to withdraw from the mayorality race."
"What?" he asked incredulously. "You must be out of your mind Kitty. After what we went through to knock him out of the running!"
"Let me finish, Harry dear. First things first. You will call Bill and apologize for both of us. Then you're going to call the newspapers and tell them that you, or if you wish, a member of your staff, sent in Bill's announcement erroneously. Do you understand? The voters are going to think that the Union office sent in the announcement that Bill was withdrawing from the election!" she said calmly.
"No! That is simply insane Kitty!" he laughed. "This is some kind of a joke. Why on earth would I jeopardize Jim's election just to give that pip squeak Jenkins a crack at running this town? Ha ... ha ... ha...." he sat back, satisfied that Kitty was playing some strange kind of joke on him.
"I think when I show you my little surprise for today you'll change your mind." Kitty sat back in silence as there was a knock on the door. The receptionist entered with two cups of coffee on a tray, and smiled graciously as she served one first to Kitty, then to her boss.
"Get the hell outta here," shouted Harry to the confused, shaken young woman. When the door slammed shut he turned again to Kitty, "Now what is this bit of nonsense all about?"
"No nonsense at all, Harry. Exactly what I said. That Bill Jenkins gets a chance to run for mayor, fair and square, and you take your chances on what city contracts your boys get out of him. Second, that you, and I mean this Harry, either YOU, or your office takes the blame for Bill Jenkins' resignation being sent into the newspaper two days ago. Just a fair chance in the race. Who knows, Jim Hervey just might win the election on his own," she sneered.
"You know better than that. Why, if I admit to having anything to do with Bill Jenkins resigning, that'll screw up the whole union vote. Without that, Jim doesn't have much of a chance, does he? Commere, Kitty. Give us a little kiss and stop this silliness," he pulled the girl toward him.
"All right," purred Kitty, "but first, I want to show you some things I brought especially for you."
Kitty opened her brief case and pulled out several 8 x 10 inch glossy photographs. She handed them one at a time to an open mouthed, horror stricken Harry Neuman.
The first was a photograph of Penny Hervey, drawn tightly into a latex rubber suit, only her pretty, young sixteen year old face showing. The second, was the same figure, still rubber clad, this time also wearing a hooded mask. She was bounded by Harry Neuman and James Hervey, both wearing their ridiculous short leather loin cloths beneath which their turgid cocks peeped out naughtily. Yet another photo showed Jim, his face buried in the young girl's crotch, while Harry sucked hungrily at her breasts. On and on, photographs of the events of the preceding evening. James rutting his sixteen year old daughter mercilessly. Harry Neuman, the middle aged Union leader, a lecherous leer on his face, standing behind the defenseless girl tied cruelly to the surface of the desk, his monstrous cock buggering the tender, pink arsehole of his victim.
"Gawd! Gawd! Gawd!" Muttered Harry unbelieving. "You! Kitty! How could you! You did this to Penny! To Jim! You rotten, vile bitch! My gawd! My gawd! My gawd!" He buried his head in his hands and sobbed unashamedly.
"It was the only way," replied the woman coldly and turned to leave.
"You've destroyed my career!" cried the now beaten shell of a man. "You've destroyed Jim's whole future!"
"No, Harry. I've done no such thing. You've destroyed yourselves."
"But the election?" he whimpered. "The contracts? What will I tell my companies? I promised them."
"If the contracts are useful to the city and to your manufacturing firms, I'm sure that no matter who gets elected, it will turn out all right. You did say they were legal and on the level, didn't you Harry?" Kitty turned to leave. She stopped at the door and warned, "You have until two this afternoon to call the newspapers with the news that you sent in Bill's resignation. You might call Bill Jenkins himself, right now, and tell him he's in the running after all."
Kitty was feeling dead inside, for, looking back, she could not believe she had been responsible for the outrageous cruelty of the evening before. Perhaps something good would come out of it to offset all the evil she had wrought. She longed to throw herself off the highest bridge and sink calmly and quietly into the darkened waters of the river, but her day's work was not yet completed. She would see her whole scheme through to the end.
Her next stop was Bill Jenkins' office. The receptionist asked her to sit down when she arrived, but Kitty walked right through and into Bill's office without knocking.
He looked up in surprise. "On another of your errands of mercy?" he sneered. "Your boss send you with a movie crew this time?"
"I know what you're thinking, Bill," began Kitty. "I just want to explain things."
"You've done quite enough to me for one lifetime," said Bill dully. "I don't think I can take anymore of your favours."
"Did Harry Neuman call you?" she asked.
"Yes. Just a few minutes ago, but I don't understand. What's he got to do with it all?"
"Harry has the picture, Bill," admitted the girl. "He'll send you all the copies and the negative today. I promise you. And it's true, you're to announce that you will be running for mayor after all."
"What is this all about, Kitty?" he asked, confused because everything that had been happening so quickly. "Don't you want your boss to win the election? He sent you here to blackmail me in the first place, didn't he?"
"That's not true. Jim had nothing to do with it," confessed his secretary. "You've got to believe that Bill. Jim doesn't even know why you withdrew from the race. Harry Neuman is going to say it was a mistake from his office."
"Why are you doing all this Kitty?" asked Bill. "What's in it for you? And how do I know you're on the level?"
Kitty planted a kiss firmly on his mouth and said, "That's just for old times sake. And second. Let's just say that I like the way our elections operate-and that a fair fight is something I've always enjoyed."
Kitty Marsden made her way from the office of the man she felt sure would be the next mayor, a little sorry that things had worked out just this way. She had always been just a little more than fond of Bill Jenkins. She felt a pang of jealousy. For the first time in her life she envied Elizabeth Jenkins. She paused long enough to call, "Good luck Bill. Whether you win or lose, at least now it's a fair election."
"Thanks, Kitty," he murmured, but the girl had already left the office. "Thanks for everything, dear Kitty," he added to nobody in particular.
He picked up the phone and dialed his home number. Elizabeth would never be able to understand what had happened, even less than he himself understood, but she was a real brick. Liz accepted him as he stood, with no questions asked. She would be overjoyed to learn that her husband was back in the running, with at least a fair-to-middling chance of being elected mayor this term, even though it would mean losing him once again to the unkind demands of a public life.
He smiled as the telephone rang, waiting for it to be answered, and cast a last, long grateful look in the direction of the door whence Kitty had gone. Whatever had happened to change the course of his destiny, he was grateful, and he felt sure that Kitty had played an important part in bringing about this change. Elizabeth had answered 'hello, hello' several times before he could bring himself out of his private thoughts and give her the good news. It would be a tough fight, because Jim Hervey had a lot of support, including most of the Union membership. But it would be a good fight and a fair one, as it should be.
Kitty's next stop was the neat and tidy suburban home of James and Melba Hervey. She had called the office earlier and learned that Jim was in his office and would be occupied for several hours yet. It was safe to enter his home; she knew there would be no interruptions from him, at any rate.
She rang the front door bell and waited. Several minutes and several rings later, the door was opened by Melba Hervey. "You!" she raged.
"What do you want with us now? Haven't you done enough?"
Melba slammed the door in Kitty's face without even waiting for a reply to her rhetorical questions. Kitty rang the door bell another time, and this time Penny Hervey, wrapped in a little girl chenille dressing gown, answered.
"Come in, Kitty," invited the girl. "I'm afraid my mother isn't as polite as she could be some days."
"Thank you, Penny." said Kitty quickly. "Look, Penny. I ... I ... just ... well, I wan ... wanted to tell you ... about last ... last night, well...." she stammered.
"I can guess, Kitty," finished the girl. "It must have taken an awful lot to make you do something as terrible as that. Mother!" she called. "Come in. We at least owe Kitty that much, to listen to her side of it before we condemn her to her fate."
"Thank you Penny," said the woman gratefully.
"I don't think it is necessary," said Melba sharply, as she entered the room. "There are ways to deal with people like that," she added ominously.
"Mother, I think you're forgetting something," chided her daughter. "Kitty didn't start the whole thing. She just got carried away with the finish of it. Oh yes, Kitty. I know pretty well about everything. I know about how Mother whipped you and made you tell her whenever you were meeting father." She shot her mother a look of disgust.
"Penny, I'm sorry. Truly I am," began Kitty.
"Nothing that your mother might have done justifies my trickery and deceit. I wish I could undo it all."
"Too late," quipped Penny. "Anyway. It was about time I learned something more about life than just the birds and the bees. Just one thing, Kitty. You told mother last night that you were getting even for what she and Billy had done to you. Billy who?"
"Never mind," cautioned Melba. "What is done is done and let's forget it."
"That's not what you said a few minutes ago, Mother," snorted Penny. "Billy who, mother? Not Billy Brand!" she said in shocked realization.
Melba just nodded.
"I think last night was not as bad as you might think, Kitty," continued the girl. "You see. I had a lot to learn. I had always thought that both my mother and father were saints of a sort. I discovered they are only human beings after all," she mused.
"You could have found out much less painfully," said Kitty, accommodatingly.
"But I wouldn't have believed it," shot out the girl. "Mother doesn't realize that if there is any forgiving to do I have already done all that is necessary. I found her mouth on my cuntie as sexy as she did. I guess she wouldn't have, if she had known it was me. But even knowing it was her, I still had a great big come in my bottom."
"Penny, stop it right this minute!" commanded her mother.
"Why? Just so we can go on being phony and pretending we are all something we're not and having to hide behind masks to do what we want? So you can blackmail another Kitty into doing you degrading things? No, mother. You are what you are, and you may as well make the best of it."
"Be kind to your mother," said Kitty solicitiously. "None of this is her fault, truly, it is all mine."
"It doesn't matter now, Kitty. It's all done with. Except for one thing," added the honey haired youngster. "Don't tell daddy. I mean don't tell him that he fucked me."
"Penny! I'm sorry, I'm sorry," cried Kitty. "I should not have even dreamed of such a wicked thing."
"Just don't tell daddy. I think it would kill him if he realized what he had done to me," she pleaded.
"Of course not, dear," reassured the woman. "You're a very kind daughter, Penny. Your parents should feel lucky they have you."
"Daddy will be punished enough," the girl went on. "You know, of course, he's going to lose the election and he won't even know why."
"I know Penny and I'm sorry about it."
"Don't be. He had it coming to him." said the girl not unkindly. "He turned his head away and pretended that he couldn't be bought by Harry Neuman and his henchmen, but all the same he did whatever they wanted, just for the sake of being mayor."
"Wait, Penny," explained Kitty. "It wasn't quite like that at all ... it...."
"Yes it was," corrected the girl. "He didn't admit that he sold out, but he must have known underneath that he had. I have guessed quite a lot of what happened between him and Mr. Neuman and I suppose you know even more. But it's enough. If he gets elected it should be because he has earned it and not because he's been kissing Mr. Neuman's backside!" she spat out disdainfully.
"Don't judge him too harshly," said Melba tiredly.
"No, mother. I won't," agreed Penny. "But he is lucky. He'll only lose this one election fairly and squarely. He still has another chance and nobody need be the wiser, if we all keep our mouths shut."
"Good-bye Penny," said Kitty. "I'm sorry," she said to Melba, her voice overflowing with contrition and pity. "If ... if...."
Kitty fled from this house where she had all but destroyed all its occupants.
Kitty Marsden read the headlines, sitting in her little room, munching carelessly at her dried out, tasteless TV dinner. She had had the local papers sent to her by air mail so that she might follow the election fight right up to the bitter end. And true, as she had guessed Bill Jenkins, on his own steam with neither help nor hindrance from the Union boss, had won hands down.
She threw herself face down on the bed and sobbed her heart out for the wasted years, the wasted love she had thrown away on her unworthy lover. Jim had not deserved to win, and though he would have been a good enough mayor, he would have only followed Harry Neuman's instructions. Bill Jenkins would make a lot of mistakes, but they would be honest ones. He would carry on the tradition of democracy, though he didn't realize how close the town had gotten to losing it.
The day that Kitty had called on Bill Jenkins, Harry Neuman and finally on Penny and Melba Hervey, she caught a bus out of the city before nightfall. That was the last anybody in town had seen of her, or had heard anything of her.
Melba supposed that Kitty had killed herself, but Penny felt differently. Penny was sure that Kitty was able to justify her actions and would start a new life somewhere else ... somewhere away from the sick influences of an outwardly, ordinary small town.
James Hervey was a defeated man in more ways than one. He magnanimously conceded the election to Bill Jenkins, reading a gracious, hastily prepared speech which Harry Neuman had handed him. Actually Harry had prepared the short congratulations speech several days before the election, wording each phrase carefully to maintain the straight, upstanding image he and his boys had built up around James Hervey. They would have to think about the next election, and Jim was their patsy. He might stand up against Bill Jenkins next term if all went well.
Jim had delivered the few lines into the microphone at the community centre, he stepped down from the dias and led sober faced Melba by the arm through the milling, cheering, well meaning staunch supporters. They waved and nodded their appreciation and found the car which was parked just outside the main entrance.
Both husband and wife remained silent on the long drive through the quiet streets, each preoccupied with their own private thoughts. Melba, herself was secretly pleased that Jim had lost. Perhaps they could become husband and wife in the future, something they had forgotten how to be over the years of ambitious pursuit.
Jim thought about Kitty. He wondered where she was, and why she had left so abruptly and without warning. He wanted to report her as missing to the police, but Melba and Harry both disagreed. Perhaps they knew where she was, but then, he wouldn't bother asking. There had only ever been two things of importance in Jim's life-his daughter Penny, and his love for Kitty. At least he still had his daughter left.
The house was in darkness when they arrived. Penny was either still out, or had gone to bed early. Very likely, she was still out on a date, since it was still rather early.
"Can I mix you a drink?" asked Melba coquetishly, making no reference to the election.
"I'll get it," snarled her husband curtly. "I could use a couple of doubles before I turn in."
"I'm just going to change," said his wife sweetly. "Will you mix me a rye and water, please? I'll be right in."
James Hervey had only had time to mix a second for himself when his wife, coughed discreetly and entered the living room. He dropped his glass to the floor with a loud clatter, and stared open mouthed at the apparition before him. Stuffy, mousy, bridge club Melba swayed toward him, a seductive smile on her face, her bare feet thrust carelessly into high heeled leather mules. All she wore was a black leather bikini brassiere, with circles around the nipples cut out, and a pair of brief bikini panties, with two portions of leather conveniently slit.
"God ... my god ... ," gasped Jim, his cock standing at attention in a trice.
"Shall we try again, darling?" asked his wife demurely, and handed him a brand new blue handled leather riding whip. "I have been a very naughty wife, my darling. I'd be happy to learn my lessons well. If you'd let me, darling. Please?"
James and Melba Hervey left their unfinished drinks in the living room and retired to the bedroom together.
When Penny arrived home with her date about an hour later, she heard strange sounds coming from her parent's room. "Good night," she said to Billy Brand and kissed him demurely on the cheek. "It's late. I'd better get to bed."
She smiled smuggly to herself as she crept up the stairs, listening to the sounds of love coming from down the hall. Penny Hervey fell asleep with a smile on her face that night. Things had a way of turning out for the best after all.
