Archive Note: The original pocketbook included two "CHAPTER NINE's", no doubt a mistake in the printing process. The second "CHAPTER NINE" has been deleted from this text.
FOREWORD
There is a place to go when you need someone sexually punished. Or trained.
Or taught new things.
There is a place to take your new lover, or your older brother.
There is a place where the beautiful, mysterious Linda will take your partner and whip him and fuck him, so that when she's finished with him he'll understand the value of your relationship all that much better.
There is a place that is sexually sacred, where everything goes, where nothing is not enough or too much, where pussy is made to serve pricks ... pricks are made to be punished by pretty pussy.
There is a place where you take your pick-up and show her how to suck dick, how to eat another woman's pussy, how to take the lash and to feel the hot spanking of another.
There is a place you take your lover when you watch her fuck someone else, or to be fucked by someone else.
There is a place, and it goes by a special name.
There is a place and it's run by a special woman.
The woman is Linda.
The place is the Sadist's Torture Pit!
Come on in....
CHAPTER ONE
There are places that exist the average person never learns of. They are right there, among the everyday buildings and designs of the city.
They are almost invisible.
Yet, they are filled with the dark side of life; the subterranean neon that flashes with the emotional intensity of a thousand watt sign.
The sadistic and the sensual. They mingle. They go together. They co-exist.
And they get in on nowhere better than in the sadist's torture pit.
This is a place, in the heart of the city, any city, your city, where men bring their women and women bring their men.
The object of the game is to get your partner off, to show him, or her, if you will, what will happen if you disappoint your lover.
This is the basis of the maso-sadistic push-pull chain.
It's what happens when you're a bad boy or girl.
The only good thing that may be said about the sadist's torture pit, is that the punishment fits the slime, and in the words of that popular tune, it always "hurts to good."
So here are a series of stories that have taken place in the torture pit, from their private and personal files-and only from the last week!
The first situation was with a beauty named Martha, who was brought to the pit by her boyfriend, Bob, who was really furious with her.
She had gotten a little too used to him, he thought.
No more dressing up in outfits, no more going out of her way to please him.
He would come over to her house, and be expected to do all the work.
He'd have to get on top, all the time, every time, eat her pussy, feed her grapes, and even kiss her feet.
He was definitely becoming pussy whipped.
And while he may have liked it once in a while, since it had become de rigeur, he was no longer enamored of her games.
Martha needed to be taught a lesson.
But how?
That was the problem.
How was he going to teach this little bitch what was the right way to treat a man?
He was sitting at work when he noticed John come in.
With a big smile on his face.
John was usually the most dour guy in the plant.
Especially since he was married to Synth, who was a real ball breaker.
She was someone you might want to pork, but never want to hook up with.
Poor John. All the men could see it in his face too.
Pussy whipped.
But this morning, he looked different. Happy.
John the conqueror! "What's happening, man?"
"Well, I'll tell you, Bob, I finally found a way to put Synth in her place...." That perked Bob's ears up.
"Yeah? Why don't you tell me your secret? I could use something for Martha...."
"She giving you a hard time?"
"Hard isn't the word for it. I'm all bruised from the nightly pussy whipping...."
"Well, then, there's a solution. And I've got it for you."
"Well, don't hold it back, damn it ... "
"And because I'm such a good friend, I'm going to let you have it ... "
"I'm all fucking ears ... "
"Take her to the torture pit." Bob looked at his friend. "Where?"
"The Sadists Torture Pit."
"Where the hell is that? And what the hell is that?"
"It's a place you can take your old lady if she needs a little punishment. Here, I'll write down the phone number."
John got a piece of paper and wrote the number down, before handing it to Bob.
"When you call, ask for Linda. She's the boss...."
Bob wasted no time.
On his next break, he went to the pay phone. "Hello? is this Linda?"
"Yes, it is. Who is this?"
"You don't know me ... my name is Bob and I was given your number by John ... John and Synth ... "
"Aaahhh ... Johnny ... yes ... good boy ... so what's your problem ... "
"Well, it's my girlfriend ... "
"Yes...."
"She's been ... giving me a hard time...."
His face flushed. He couldn't believe he was actually saying all of this to a stranger, a woman, over the phone.
"Go on, don't be afraid ... and don't hold anything back ... I've got to know it all...."
There was something about Linda's voice that made him want to tell her everything....
So he did.
He told her all about Martha, and how she wasn't being the kind of woman he needed ... wanted....
Linda listened, and then told him in no uncertain words that Martha needed ... the treatment.
"Have her at the pit tonight, at eight o'clock, and ask for me ... I'll cure her...."
The phone went dead.
That was it.
There was no turning back now.
He called Martha at home and told her he had a special treat for her that night.
She seemed unimpressed, but that was all right.
She'd get the treatment, and that would cure everything.
Or so Bob hoped.
That night, at seven-thirty, he came to her door and picked her up.
She was wearing one of her tired, plain outfits, so unlike the kind she used to wear when they were first going out.
"So where are we going?"
"Just trust me."
He drove her to the pit.
The place was situated in a non-descript part of town, in what could have been an office building.
Which was, in fact an office building during the day.
But in the basement, with a special private, guarded entrance, was the pit.
Martha was a little suspicious, but Bob assured her there was nothing to worry about.
"Just trust me."
So he took her downstairs, and after they were let in and offered a drink, Linda appeared.
She introduced herself, and Martha was really starting to become unnerved.
For one thing, Linda was dressed in leathers. Not just ordinary, everyday leathers, but a leather garter belt, holding up black stockings.
And no bra.
And around her neck was an amulet, with the impression of a cock and balls on it.
"I think," she whispered into Bob's ear, "That I've had enough."
"I don't think so," Linda said, overhearing the woman.
"You will come with me now...."
"I will not...."
"Oh yes you will...."
Linda clapped her hands and two of the largest, meanest looking men, with shaved heads and bare chests entered the room.
"Bob ... don't let them ... take me away...."
Bob only sat and watched, as they brought her out of the room.
"What will they do to her," he asked, as he stayed behind with Linda.
"Prep her."
"Meaning...."
"Oh, they'll strip her and chain her wrists together, and get her ready ... "
"Ready?"
"For the treatment...."
There was a smile on Linda's face that put a chill down Bob's back.
He only hoped he never had to take anything from Linda.
She looked like she could really do a job on him.
"Let me see your cock."
It was an order, not a request.
He slowly opened his zipper and took it out.
"Mmmm ... nice size...."
Bob didn't say anything.
"Put your hand on it...."
He did as he was told.
Already, he had a throbbing hard-on. "Good. Now, I want you to keep on holding yourself, while I ... work on your girlfriend." He did as he was told.
He sat like that, and in a few minutes, Martha was brought back into the room.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
She was completely nude, with her hair pulled back, and her hands chained in front of her.
"Put her on the table," Linda said.
The goons brought her over to what looked like a doctor's table, laid her out, and stood off to one side.
Martha looked really scared.
That made Bob feel good.
He wanted her to look a little upset.
She deserved to be brought down a peg.
Now, he watched, fascinated, as Linda took a piece of equipment off the wall, and started to attach it to herself.
It fit over her hips, and fit tightly, snugly.
It looked like an elaborate set of ladies' leather panties, except for the hose.
That was what made it special.
The part that fit over her pussy, that was a kind of suction cup ... not unlike what you use to unplug your toilet.
A plunger cup.
The other side, well, that was really freaky, Bob thought.
It looked like an enema tube. Which is what it was. But there was no bag. What was the point ... And then it kicked in.
Then, he realized what it was that the treatment consisted of.
It sent a chill right down his back.
He almost wanted to go to Martha, and free her and get her out of there.
Almost, but not quite.
So he watched, as Linda went over to her, and put her hand on her face.
"Darling ... I'm going to have to give you the treatment ... and I hope you don't resist ... because if you do, I'll whip you to an inch of life...."
Martha's eyes widened.
"Do you understand...."
"Yes...." she said, in a high, frightened voice that Bob had never heard her use before.
"Now," Linda said, with a sly smirk on her face, I want you to stand up ... right in front of the table ... right there...."
Slowly, Martha got off the table and stood, her chained hands automatically going to her pussy.
Linda took a long drink of water, and downed it in one gulp.
Then, putting the glass down, she began to pet Martha's naked body.
"Lovely ... just lovely ... spread your legs now, dear...."
Martha did as she was told, her eyes looking pleadingly at Bob.
Who just sat and stared, unable to make any kind of a move now, his own hand glued to his cock, as he held it and moved it slowly up and down.
He couldn't believe what he was saying.
Now, suddenly, Linda put one hand around Martha's stomach, from behind, and with her other, she shoved a finger right up the girl's asshole!
"There," she said, easily as she watched Martha twitch and move under her. "That's not so bad, is it...."
"No ... not at all," she said, as she felt herself being worked up.
"And what am I going to do to you," Linda said, her eyes darting back and forth, from Martha's body to Bob's hand.
"I ... I don't know...."
"I'm going to cleanse you of all your evils...." Martha still didn't understand. "I'm going to give you an enema, right where my finger is ... "
"No ... not that...."
"Yes, darling, exactly that ... and instead of using warm water, I'm going to use my pee!" It was incredible!
Linda was smiling, as the tears started to come to Martha's eyes.
She tried to move, but she was caught, both by the hand around her body and the finger up her ass!
She wasn't able to move.
"Just relax now ... I'm going to take my finger out of you ... relax, darling...."
Martha squeezed her eyes shut.
She couldn't believe this was happening to her.
But it was.
All of it.
Now, as she was made to turn around, so that her ass was facing Bob, she was also told she had to hold on to the edge of the table.
"And keep those legs spread," she said, kicking the inside of Martha's ankles with her heels.
Now, she held up the tube, and smiled.
"This is going to feel so good ... this is a high colonic tube ... and my pee is really going to clean you out."
"No ... please...."
But the begging went unheeded.
Now, with a fierce grin on her face, she began to insert the tube.
She used no lubrication, or anything.
She just wanted to push it up, into the hot, glistening rear alley.
Bob watched, transfixed, as he saw the lovely, full and plump thighs of his wife being slowly spread, as the thing went right up her ass!
"There," Linda said, when it was securely up.
"How does that feel...."
"It hurts," Martha whined.
Which only made Linda laugh.
"It doesn't hurt, really, darling ... that's just your imagination...."
Then, Linda put one hand behind Martha's neck, and held it like that, while she squeezed her own legs together.
Bob knew what was happening now.
She was letting go.
Pissing.
Right into the tube.
Suddenly, Martha's head jerked upwards. Her whole body caught a quick shiver. She was starting to ... get the piss enema. "Jesus ... "
"Yes ... darling...."
"Oh, God ... it's so ... hot ... and burning ... "
"Take it all ... every last drop ... "
"Jesus...."
"Yes ... so good ... so good...."
She loved the way the girl was moving her ass, all around, driving herself crazy!
It was an altogether beautiful sight!
"No ... no more...." Martha said, as she began to twitch her behind.
"Oh no ... much more ... much more than that...."
And with that, Linda let down another flowing. "I can't ... I have to...." Linda gave her a firm smack on her bottom. "If I hear anymore complaining, I'll whip you ... do you want me to use the whip on you?"
"Nnnooo...."
Martha's words were long and drawn out, coated with fear.
Just as her body was coated with sweat.
It was shimmering and glistening in the light.
She couldn't believe how it started to hurt inside her stomach.
She was being expanded.
Her intestines were swelling up, making her look as if she were pregnant.
"I'm going to...."
"Yes, darling...."
"Shit ... I'm going to ... going to ... "
"Tell me ... tell me all of it ... "
"I'm going to come ... oh, Christ, I'm going to come...."
And with that, Martha nearly bounced up and down and off the floor, as she moved her body like a drunken dancer, squeezing and moving and dipping and swaying, as she bowed her head.
She was being driven crazy, and she couldn't believe it.
She was creaming all over the place, the juices running down her thighs.
She was giving down her spending, and there was nothing she was able to do about it!
"I can't ... I can't believe ... I can't believe it...."
She was mumbling, almost incoherently, and then, Linda tensed her legs again, and gave her another dose.
That got Martha's tears flowing.
"No more ... oh God, no more ... please ... I can't take it anymore...."
"Just a little more...."
"No ... please...."
Bob could'nt believe what he was seeing. He started to really pump on his cock now, so turned on was he by the sight of his wife's getting a pee enema from Linda.
And now he knew he was going .to come.
He saw that Linda was watching him, and her eyes got watery and wet with approval.
Then, before he was able to stop he squirted a couple of hi-arcs of his own come.
"Yes...." Linda murmured.
She had both of them exactly where she wanted.
Now, finally, it was time to let them go.
She slowly took the tube out of Martha's ass.
"Please...." the woman begged. "I have to ... I have to go to ... the ... bathroom...."
"You may," Linda said. "It's back there...."
She watched, as did Bob, while Martha squatted over to the little water closet.
"How was that, darling," Linda said.
"Incredible ... I couldn't believe it...."
"Yes...." she said, as she got down on her knees.
"You need to be cleaned up a little...."
With that she began to use her mouth on him, licking and sucking and making sure that she got ever drop of his cum down her mouth.
When she was finished, she guaranteed him that he would have no more trouble with Martha.
"And if you do, the only thing you have to tell her is that you'll bring her back for another treatment. It works every time."
Bob thanked her profusely, gave her a hundred dollars, and collected his wife.
He didn't have to say anything to her. He could tell that she was going to be a little nicer to him in the future.
Otherwise, he would bring her back to the Sadist's Torture Pit faster than you could say I have to take a pee!
CHAPTER TWO
Willie had a problem. His wife liked to smack him around during sex.
He needed to make sure that she got hers.
But he needed a professional to inflict the kind of punishment he wasn't capable of.
He needed someone who knew the ropes.
Literally.
Which is why, when he came across Linda's phone number, from a very happy guy in a bar one night, a fellow named Bob who was getting drunk, celebrating his wife's return to form after a visit to something called the Sadists Torture Pit, he was sure this was the place to bring Mary.
Linda, this Linda woman, she would teach Mary a thing or two.
It was all arranged so that Willie would bring Mary to the pit on the following Friday night.
The only problem was, Mary didn't want to go.
In an emergency phone call that day, Willie called Linda.
She told him it was no problem.
"Just drop a couple of these pills into her coffee, after you eat, and that will knock her out.
"Then put her into your car and bring her down."
Willie had to go over and get the pills himself.
He brought them back to the house, and that night as they sat around having coffee, he quietly slipped them into her drink.
Ten minutes later she was sleeping like a baby.
He lifted her up and brought her outside to his car.
No problem.
Then, he drove downtown, to The Pit. There were two men waiting for her. And Linda, in the reception room. "We'll take good care of her. You may pick her up tomorrow ... "
"Oh...."
"What's the matter...."
"I ... well ... that is ... I thought I was going to be able to watch...."
Linda didn't want it that way this time. She had taken one look at Mary and decided she really wanted to do a number on this one.
"Not tonight, darling ... next time, if you're very, very good."
He was disappointed, but when Linda assured him that it would work just to his most private and lascivious desires, he gave in.
"Do you want a receipt," Linda asked.
"For what?"
"For Mary...."
That really struck him as a weird notion. He left, and went home and got drunk. Which was something that Mary wished she could have done.
When she came to, she found her hands hanging from a chain attached to the ceiling, in what looked to be some sort of torture chamber.
"Where ... where am I...." she asked, groggily....
"In my hands," Linda said.
"Who are you...."
"That's not important. What is is that you've been treating Willie poorly. And for that you have to be punished...."
Mary's face lit up, as if it had caught fire.
"I'll ... I'll ... he'll be sorry...."
"Will he?"
There was a frightening aspect to Linda's question.
First off, now that she had a chance to study her, Mary could see that the woman was dressed in a very strange outfit.
First, it was made entirely of leather.
A leather bra, leather panties, and leather boots.
And there was this strange amulet around her neck, of a cock and balls.
As if she owned them.
And possessed them.
And commanded respect for them.
"What ... what are you going to do ... with me...."
Mary's tone was beginning to change.
"Pleasure myself with you ... of course...."
Now, Linda came over to the woman, and began to apply the dress.
The first thing she did, now that Mary was completely nude, was to put a leather collar around her neck.
Mary tried to move, but she realized that the reason she was on tiptoes was because her hands were on an adjustable chain link, made to make her stand that way, to be the most vulnerable.
And cooperative.
Now, as she dangled, she noticed that Linda was holding a length of rubber.
"I'm going to put this around your tits," she said to the woman, who struggled, vainly, to escape the woman's knowing hands.
In another couple of seconds, the thing was secured.
She felt the pressure on her soft, sweet titties, and then, it was multiplied several times by the little rubber piece that attached it to her neck collar.
"There," Linda said, as she surveyed her work.
"Lovely ... lovely...."
"Please ... don't...."
But there was absolutely no use in pleading. She was going to get the full treatment.
Now, Linda bent down, holding a pair of special leather panties.
Special because they were crotchless.
Special because there was a butt plug built right into them.
Special because the butt plug was attached to a rubber spigot.
It took Linda only a couple of seconds to get Mary to spread her legs and take the thing up her luscious thighs.
"I want them tight on your hips," Linda said, as she made sure the fit was tight and secure.
"Now, spread them...."
Mary did as she was told.
Linda then attached each of her captive's ankles to the cuffs that were on the floor, permanently imbedded and spread apart.
"That's right ... that's how I like to find you...." she said.
She put her hand on the exposed pussy of the girl, as she stood helplessly with her legs spread apart, and started to rub it.
After a couple of strokes, it was obvious she was getting to the girl.
"Jesus ... that's ... so ... good...."
"Yes...." Linda said, her eyes half-closed, humid with lust.
Now, she began to work in earnest.
She took a small pinclip and held it up so that Mary could see it plainly in front of her face.
"What's that ... for...." she asked, the fear reawakened in her.
It was part of the Linda's expertise. She used a combination of fear and heat to keep Mary off-guard, never knowing what to expect next.
"It's a tit piercer," she said simply. "I'm going to use it on your right tit...."
"NO!" the woman screamed.
But that only made Linda's blood run hotter.
She put her hand on the imprisoned tittie, and began to push the needle right through the nipple, oblivious to the screams coming from her prisoner.
"NO ... OH GOD ... NO ... NOT THAT ... DON'T DO THAT.. TO ME.. GOD.. NO...."
"Yes," was all that Linda said, as finally, with one powerful push, she got the needle right through the girl's nipple!
Mary's fate broke out in a beady sweat. She didn't think she was going to be able to take much more of this....
"I'm ... I'm going ... crazy...." she said, as she tried to keep her breathing steady....
"That's all right," Linda said, as she reached down and got the five pound fishing weight out of her little pack of goodies.
She held this up too.
"No ... no more...."
Mary was in a semi-swoon, not being able to take the pain that was being given to her.
"Yes ... more ... lots more...."
With that, Mary attached the weight to the girl's pin pierce, and let it hand.
"JESUS ... IT HURTS ... IT HURTS SO MUCH...."
It turned Linda on to know that she was making the woman suffer.
It was Linda's special talent, one that she nurtured very carefully.
"Now," she said, "Let's get down to serious business."
"Please ... no more ... no more...." Her pleadings fell on deaf ears. Linda produced a bottle of vodka, one hundred proof.
Mary's eyes widened in fright as she saw it. It was ice-cold, having been kept in a special freezer.
"Now, I'm going to really give it to you," Linda said.
She reached under the girl's bottom, to where the other end of the butt plug, the spigot end, was.
She attached a hose to it, a hose that ran in a curve, and wound up with a funnel on the other end.
"I'm going to give you an enema with this vodka...."
Mary didn't say anything.
She didn't have to.
A vodka enema meant that she was going to be intoxicated. The alcohol would enter her bloodstream even faster than before, and get her really drunk!
Oh, how she struggled against her bonds.
And, at the same time, much to her amazement, her pussy was swollen and pouting, dripping around the edges, ready for anything ... wishing for anything ... wishing to be fucked ... to be fucked, in her fantasies, by Willie.
Or Linda.
Or both.
Now, though, she turned her attentions to what Linda was doing.
She'd opened the bottle and was proceeding to pour the stuff into the funnel.
It wasn't going inside of her yet.
It wouldn't until Linda was ready to let it go.
When the entire quart was in the tube, she put the bottle down, and came up to the woman.
"Now," she said, "Just put your head up ... that's right ... just like that...."
Mary did as she was told, helped by Linda's fingers lightly brushing her underneath.
Then, Linda kissed her.
Full on the lips.
She let her tongue go exploring inside her captive's mouth.
And she wasn't surprised, when Mary returned the kiss.
As much in pain as she was, she couldn't deny that she was also getting turned on to the action. And loving it.
And wishing it would never stop!
Now, as Linda stared into her eyes, and kept one hand on the funnel tube, she lowered her other and shoved three full fingers into Mary's pouting pussy!
"Jesus...." Mary said, twisting her head from side to side ... 'That's so ... I can't ... oh God ... so good...."
She was cooing now with delight, and swallowing repeatedly, trying to catch her breath.
Now, Linda knew, she was ready.
Ready to take it all.
She held the funnel up and released the bottom clip, which allowd the vodka to run into the girl's ass.
"Ooohhh...."
"Yes...."
"Shi ... shit...."
"So good...."
"Yes ... God...."
"You like it...."
"Yes...."
"You love it...."
"I ... love it...."
Linda was being merciless.
She didn't stop the flow until the entire quart of vodka was up the girl's pussy.
Then she put the funnel down and put her hands on the girl's face.
"How do you feel?"
"I ... I'm ... Oh ... I don't...."
The alochol was taking efffect.
Mary was sloshed.
"Good ... that's the way I want you...."
Now, Linda got down on her knees.
She put a pillow underneath her so she could be comfortable.
Her eyes were level with Mary's gaping cunt.
The tube was still in the butt plug, and the clamp was back on, so even if Mary wanted to let loose, she couldn't.
It was perfect!
Now, Lina put her hands on Mary's thighs, and gazed into the spread pussy in front of her. She was salivating.
Her tongue flicked out and licked her lips.
Then, with a wicked smile, she brought her mouth right up to it.
She put her lips just lightly on Mary's pussy, and let them stay there awhile.
"Ohhh ... that's so...."
Mary, now drunk, only wanted to get as much of Linda's mouth as she could.
She tried to spread her legs.
Linda, studying her captive's pussy quite intimately, put two fingers into the girl's pussy and stretched it wide.
She kept it open, and let the juice flow out of the thick, pink insides.
"Please ... oh, God ... suck it...."
It was an invitation that Linda found irresistible.
She opened her mouth and let it come down on the woman's cunny.
She had the pussy opened so wide that it completely engulfed her own mouth.
She let it close in on her face, washing it, enveloping her.
And then she started using her tongue.
She knew just how to make it work to her best advantage.
She flicked and poked with it, moving it in and out, until finally, she knew she had the woman on the verge of coming.
So she slowed down.
She didn't want her getting off quite so soon.
She changed her rhythms.
She began a series of hot pokes, deep into the warm tunnel of the woman's cunt.
She kept pushing and probing there, taking her time, getting her tongue far up that hot, glistening box.
"Ohh ... what are you ... what are you doing to ... meee...."
Linda ignored her, and kept on pushing and wiggling her tongue.
Now, she knew Mary was going to come.
And there was no way to stop her.
So she increased the action of her mouth, sucking harder, trying to draw as much of it down as she could.
It didn't take long.
When Mary was finally allowed to come, she let forth a dynamic stream of her spending, giving it all over to Linda's mouth.
"Yes ... oh God ... yes ... yes...."
Finally, after she was finished spending, she tried to catch her breath.
She couldn't believe how good she felt.
And then, she realized, she really had to shit!
It was the vodka enema.
"Please...." she was begging, pleading, she really had to go. "Well, maybe...." Linda said.
"I'll do anything ... I promise ... "
"Anything?"
"Yes ... damn it ... anything you want...."
"Will you treat your husband a little better than you have been...."
"I'll treat him like a prince ... I promise ... like a fucking prince...."
"You better...."
"I will...."
"Because if you don't, we'll get you back here, and I don't even want to think about what I'll have to do to her...."
"Don't worry ... I promise ... now please, let me get to the bathroom...."
Linda smiled.
And she took her sweet time in undoing the girl's bonds.
Still, she kept the wrists chained, once they were free, and led Mary by a leash around her collar to the bathroom.
While she was in there, and Linda knew she would be for a long time, she decided to call Willie.
He picked the phone up on the first ring.
"Hello?"
"It's Linda."
"Yes ... how is it going ... "
"You can come and pick her up now...." A flash of heat went to his head. "Is she ... is she...."
"She's been trained ... thoroughly ... "
"Great...."
"She won't be giving you any more trouble ... I can assure you of that ... "
"You mean...."
There was a smile in her voice.
"If I say she's been trained, you can believe me...."
"I'll be right over...."
It took about a half hour for Willie to get to the pit.
When he did, he pulled up outside and went to collect his wife.
She was sitting there, with the cuffs on her wrists, her head bowed.
"Here's your wife back."
Willie smiled.
"Are you going to behave yourself now?"
"Yes, Linda," Mary said, humbly. "Tell your husband...."
"You are the prince from now on ... and I will serve you faithfully and sexually, to please your every whim...."
There was a glint in her eyes which said that she meant what she said.
Willie happily paid Linda.
He would have given her the mortgage on his house if she'd wanted it.
On the way home, Willie decided to test out his new position.
"What are we going to do tonight...."
"Anything you want, dear ... "
"Will you suck my cock?"
"Oh, gladly ... "
"Will you take it up the ass?"
"As many times as you want to give it to me there...."
"Will you jerk me off?"
"I will ... and lick my fingers clean...." It was amazing to Willie. What a little training could do. He never had anther problem with her. Anytime she even thought about acting up, all she had to do was think about the awful night she was gotten drunk up her ass, and tortured with the tit clips.
Nothing was worth going through that again. Not even the things that Willie made her do. And, she had to admit to herself, that they weren't so bad.
She kind of liked being pushed around and abused.
It made her feel wanted.
And that was the greatest feeling in the world.!
CHAPTER THREE
Jill talked too much. And it drove Dave crazy. Oh, loved his wife all right. There was no problem with that.
And he loved fucking her. No problem there either.
No, the problem was somewhere else.
She just wouldn' shut up.
She needed to be taught a lesson about the qualities of silence.
But he had no idea how to do it.
He wished he could call up a service that knew how to quiet talky wives.
One night, it got so bad, she wanted to discuss the upcoming presidential elections, and it was more than three years away!
He told he was going out for a drink.
He needed a break!
He went down to the corner bar, the little place where he liked to get away when things got too ... loud back at the house.
It was there that he ran into his old friend Willie.
"Jeez, guy, you seem happy tonight...."
"Yeah, well, why shouldn't I be ... I finally found a way to control my wife...."
That made Dave's ears perk up.
"Yeah? How'd you do that?"
So Willie told Dave all about the Sadist's Torture Pit, and the wonders of Linda.
Dave sat back, nursing his beer.
"That's what I need. Something that's going to make Jill ... shut up for awhile."
"Here, why don't you give Linda a call. Tell her you spoke to me ... I bet there's something she can do for you."
Dave wasted no time.
The next day, at work, he closed the door to his office and made the call.
He got Linda on the phone, after mentioning Willie's name. "What can I do for you."
"My wife talks to much."
"That's too bad."
"Yes ... otherwise she's a real dream. I just don't know how to shut her up." Linda was intrigued.
Especially after she heard the description of the woman.
Long, aristorcratic legs, gorgeous blond hair, full tits, dazzling smile, great fuck....
She decided that she might have the solution.
"I suggest you bring her over to the pit ... here's the address...."
Dave said it would be no problem.
All he would have to do would be to suggest it, and Linda would jump at it.
She was that kind of a woman.
An anything goes kind of girl.
"So," she said, as Dave drove.
"Where are we going? To a party? I love parties ... I love meeting new people, and getting to know all about them, and...."
Dave was about to tell her to shut up, but thought better of it.
He would get all the peace and quiet he would need, soon enough.
He arrived at the address, and parked the car.
Jill was still gibbering. Dave knocked on the plain, metal door. It swung open.
A gigantic goon type ushered them in. "Strange place," Jill said. "Reminds me of the time...."
They were led down a long corridor, and then into what looked like a living room, of sorts.
And there was Linda, looking quite lovely, in a leather corset, leather garter belt, black boots that almost but not quite came up as high as her stockings, and a smile on her face that was enough to put the fear of God into you.
"Hi," she said, with a smirk on her face.
"Hello! You must be Linda!"
"And you must be Jill."
"That's right. How did you know?"
"Because I heard your voice all the way from down the hall. Don't you ever know when to shut up?"
Jill looked at her, and then at her husband.
"She can't talk to me like that! Are you going to let her talk to me like that? The last time...."
"Jesus, will you shut up?" Dave said, looking at Linda.
"See what I mean."
Linda shook her head up and down.
She couldn't get over it.
The woman was so good-looking, yet she really could drive you crazy, the way she talked. She knew just what to do. "Have a drink, darling, and you'll feel better ... "
"Well...."
"Oh, go ahead," Linda said. "It will do wonders for you, I promise...."
The wonders had to do with the fact that the drink was spiked.
That special powder that made gorgeous women helpless, and vulnerable.
She'd given Jill a double dose. Women like her needed them.
Now, as Jill kind of swooned backwards in her chair, Linda turned to Dave.
"Do you want to watch?"
He shook his head up and down.
"All right, but it has to be from another room. Through a one-way mirror. I can't have you interfering with anything. Understand?"
Dave shook his head yes.
"And I have complete carte blanche, correct?"
Dave shook his head.
"What is she talking about," Jill said, her head in a swirl, not being able to control her motor functions.
Not even when she was led by the hand, by Linda. And then, mercifully, she thought, she kind of fainted, amost dead away. When she came to, she felt uncomfortable.
She couldn't place it.
Until she realized that her hands were stretched out, along a rubber spiked bar that went along her back, which her arms were twisted around and tied at the ends.
And it hurt.
"What's...."
She tried to move, and it was then she realized that the collar around her neck was attached to a chain, which went to the ceiling, making her unable to move.
And her feet were spread-eagled, where she stood, and attached to cuffs that were attached, in turn, to the floor.
What was going on?
And then she saw Linda.
The grinning, evil Linda.
"What have you ... done to me...." she asked.
"You talk to much ... you ask too many questions ... I'm going to have to cure you of that...."
It put a certain intangible fear into the woman.
She was afraid.
And to make it worse, she wasn't sure why. Now, Linda took what looked like a ring, and held it up to Jill's face. "See this?"
"Yes...."
"It's from Africa. It's used to pierce noses. That's what I'm going to do to you. I'm going to pierce your nose ... ' "NO ... "
"Yes...."
And with that, Linda went to work.
It was an easy job to get the sharp edges of the rung into the girl's nose.
In spite of all her protests, it slipped in easily.
Now, she stepped back to survey her work.
"Excellent," she murmured, as the tears came down Jill's face.
"No ... no more ... please ... take it out...."
"But, my dear, we've hardly begun."
Linda produced another ring. On that one was another space and another set of points.
"Now, I'm going to pierce your lips, to keep them quiet."
"But ... but...."
"No buts, darling ... you really do talk to much ... "
"I can't have ... my lips ... "
"Be happy it's not your pussy ... although that is an idea ... "
"God...."
"Here ... you can chew on this for a while...."
She put a spiked stake through her mouth.
The spikes were made of hard rubber, so they wouldn't cause any permanent damage.
Now, while Jill was chewing on that, Linda did the lip piercing with the ring, making sure that it went through the girl's mouth.
The tears continued to flow.
It was incredible!
Now, Linda added the final touch.
She took the loop in the collar and attached another ring to that.
And then she led down two chains, from the loop, so that each one went to one of the girl's gorgeous breasts.
"Such lovely titties," Linda said. "Mmmmfff....
"What's the matter? Can't talk all of a sudden? What a pity!"
Yes it was, Linda thought. A pity that I can't do more to you.
But there was still something left.
The chains were connected to nipple grabbers. These were inside two loops that went around the nipples, making them hard and held in place by razor-like metal.
Once they were secured, the slightest movement could cause some very severe damage.
"There," Linda said, when she was finally finished.
"I think that will hold you for a while ... "
"MMMffff...."
"You've been brought here because you talk too much! I'm going to give you something to talk about, and when I'm through with you, you'll have learned the meaning of not saying anything anymore!"
The poor girl struggled, but as soon as she did so, she realize that the more she moved, the worse the pain became.
She couldn't believe that Dave had done this to her.
Could she have been that mean to him? That awful?
She didn't think so. But maybe....
Maybe there was something to this matter of her talking too much.
Now, though, her mind shot to other things.
Like the dildo that Linda was strapping on.
"I'm going to make you come, and you're not going to be able to say anything, or do anything about it."
"Mmmmff....
"What's that? I'm afraid I can't hear you."
She let out a wicked grin.
She wasn't going to hesitate now.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Dave had his dick out of his pants, and was whacking away.
The sight of his wife trussed and pierced as she was proved to be incredible!
And it was helped by the fact that now she was going to get fucked.
Ordinarily, seeing his wife get fucked by someone else, most likely a man, would have driven him crazy!
But now, since it was Linda, it was really turning him on.
He really liked the girl. The way she moved. The way she handled herself.
It was a pleasure to watch!
Now, though, he was staring as Linda began to make some moves on his wife.
With the dildo.
She was going to give Jill the fucking of her life.
Teach her a good lesson.
Make her understand who was boss.
She was standing in front of the woman, staring deeply into her eyes, laughing as the tears streamed down poor Jill's face.
"Don't worry ... this won't hurt ... you'll really like it ... I'm an expert with my prick...."
"Mmmmmmfffff...."
"Yes ... yes ... too bad, I can't understand a word you're saying...."
With that, she began to spread the lips of Jill's pussy.
One of the best side benefits to this job, if you could call it that, was getting to fuck all these great looking women.
The husbands kept on bringing their wives down, and having her work on them.
Poor guys.
Didn't they know how to keep a woman happy? It was all so amusing to her.
She started to insert the head.
"There ... that's so good, isn't it...."
She was standing at just the right height, so that a slight move of her hips was enough to produce a ton of pleasure.
She moved a little slower, than a little faster, until she was halfway up.
Then she put her hands on the girl's shoulders, and bent over, and kissed the entrapped nipples.
First one, then the other.
"Mmmmmffff...."
"I know ... it's so good."
She worked on the woman mercilessly.
In spite of having to stand stock still in order to avoid the obvious pain, there was no way that Jill was going to be able to take the working over of her nipples and her pussy without moving.
The effects were instantaneous.
She was moving on her own nipples, causing the rings to do their thing, biting even deeper.
And the piercing was hurting her so much ... yet she couldn't cry.
The tears were no longer tears of fury, or tears of pain.
They were strictly of the pleasurable kind. The fucking she was getting was driving her crazy. Now, Linda increased her moves. She was giving the woman the best fucking she'd ever gotten!
She thought her feet were going to give out, and so it was a good thing, after all, that she was being held up on the rubber spikes.
She couldn't hold out any longer.
She surrendered to her own desires, and began to move her hips back and forth.
She continued humping, and soon, she was really begging for it, grunting and groaning, and coming and slavering....
Her mouth was salivating through the rings, and there was nothing she could do about it!
"Dear baby ... oh, yes ... take it deep ... take it all the way up...."
She watched her prisoner's face.
She loved it when the blushes came like nuclear clouds, in waves, going ever higher up her body.
She was naked and she was being fucked!
Dave couldn't believe it either.
Now, Linda slowly took out the dildo, completely, letting it fall out of the woman's pussy.
"Mmmmmmffff...."
Linda smiled.
"What's the matter...."
Jill shook her head.
In spite of the pain, she had to somehow get the message across.
She needed that rubber cock!
"You want me to put it back in?"
There was a wicked grin on Linda's face.
There was a pleading look on Jill's.
Dave, watching through the window, was completely fascinated.
He couldn't believe the way his wife was begging for it....
"Do you promise not to talk so much ... and to appreciate your husband more than you do now...."
Jill shook her head up and down, quickly....
"All right then, I'll put it in...."
She slowly opened the woman's pussy and slid her dildo back up.
All the way up.
All the way so that there hot bushes were mingling, pubic hair to pubic hair.
Linda could tell that Jill was going to come.
She took it halfway out and the woman went crazy.
"No?"
Jill shook her head no.
"You want me to keep it in?"
This time she shook her head yes.
She could have kissed Linda when the woman shoved it all the way back.
And she would have, if her mouth wasn' t pierced.
Linda figured she'd had enough.
Now, she was fucking her charge in earnest, giving her long, deep strokes, making her crazy, going all the way up, and then all the way out, continuously, until she thought the woman was going to go out of her mind!
Dave couldn't take any more.
He was working his cock real hard, and then, as he thought his wife was coming, he started to come also, shooting his stuff all the way out, until finally, he was filled, all over his hands, with his own jism.
As for Jill, she was spending and crying at the same time, not believing how good this could feel.
And Linda didn't stop fucking her until she was completely done.
Finally, she agreed to let Jill loose.
Slowly, and carefully, she took all the bindings off the woman, saving the mouth loops for the end.
"If I take these off, you have to promise not to give anyone a hard time ... Do you promise?"
Jill shook her head yes.
"And most of all, you have to promise not to talk so much. Do we have a deal?"
Again, Jill was most agreeable.
"Then you have to stay real still so I can get these off."
Jill did as she was told, and her mouth was finally freed.
"Thank you...." she said, meekly, not adding any extra words.
"That's better," Linda said.
She led Jill back to be reunited with her husband.
I don't think you'll have any more trouble with her...."
"Thank you so much."
He paid Linda and they were about to leave, when the woman gave him the one reminder.
Actually, to the both of them.
"If you do have any trouble, just bring her back. I'll make her wish she'd never learned how to talk in the first place."
The message wasn't lost on Linda.
She didn't say a word all the way back home.
And for a long time after that. Linda had done a good job on her.
She'd taught her a lesson she'd never forget.
Dave couldn't get over the change in his wife.
She was no longer the chatter box she'd always been.
He figured the tiny scars on her lips, and in her nose were responsible for that.
After all, you couldn't forget something that was so obvious a reminder to you.
He was never happier, since the day he'd brought his wife to Linda.
Or hotter.
He found he was fucking his wife twice as much as before.
And enjoying it a whole lot more too.
After all, he didn't have to listen to all that gabbing!
CHAPTER FOUR
One day Linda received a most unusual phone call.
It was from one of her former "graduates," as she liked to call her "cured" clientele. Ronnie.
His wife was bugging him.
"What's the problem?"
"She wants to get fucked by a giant cock."
"Really?"
"Yes...."
"What's the matter with yours? I seem to remember not having any complaints...."
"I know what you mean."
"Well, what would you like me to do about it.
"I don't know ... I thought you might have a suggestion or two...."
Linda laughed.
"Well, I could always strap on a dildo, if that would do the trick...."
"It would for me, but I think she wants a real man ... no offense...."
"No ... I'm not offended by that ... I wouldn't mind a real man either ... and no offense there, Ronnie.
"No problem...."
"Let's see ... I do have one Cuban fellow who might be able to ... yes ... that's right ... okay, bring her around tomorrow night at seven ... I'll have everything ready...."
"I knew I could count on you, Linda...."
"Of course ... that's what I'm hear for ... I aim to please...."
"See you then...."
The phone went dead.
Linda summoned Juan.
He was an escaped Cuban, whose main claim to fame, as far as Linda could see, was the enormous size of his prick.
It had to be a good twelve inches, and as thick as a mini salami. Maybe not so mini.
She looked at him as she made him take off his clothes.
"Yes...." she murmured. "You'll do...."
"Very good, Miss Linda...." She made a notation in her appointment book. After all, she had to keep her records straight ... The next evening, precisely at seven, the front door the the Pit rang. Linda opened it herself. She was wearing a smart two-piece business su it. All in black leather.
With the most delicious looking high heels.
She greeted Ronnie, and his wife, Lynn, with a warm smile and a handshake.
She remembered Lynn vividly.
She was the one who was having trouble taking it up the ass.
Until Ronnie, in desperation, brought her to the Torture Pit.
Linda had decided to handle this case personally.
She used the big dildo on the girl, and when she was finished, she had Lynn begging, on her hands and knees, for more.
She knew that Lynn would be happy to see her.
"So," she said to Lynn, as they all had drinks in the front room, "I understand you've grown quite fond of big cocks...."
Lynn's face blushed, and she looked down, toward the floor.
"Yes...." she said, almost too softly to hear.
"Well, I've got something special in mind ... for the both of you...."
Lynn looked at her husband, who had the most wicked smile on his face.
Now, Linda led the two of them into the back.
"Strip you wife," she suddenly commanded.
Ronnie didn't hesitate, even for a second. He stood behind Lynn, and began to undo her things.
He started with her shirt, unbuttoning it and then sliding it down her arms.
When he had it off of her, he then did the single snap that was holding her bra up.
Lynn's face wa burning as her bare tits were revealed, to Linda, who was standing with her hands folded in front of her.
She was very approving of what she was seeing.
Now, Ronnie began to undo her skirt.
She almost had the desire to stop him. She didn't like the way that Linda was staring at her, between her legs.
Well, maybe didn't like wasn't exactly what she meant.
She didn't understand the way the woman was staring.
Hungry, like some sort of wolf.
She was out of her skirt in the next instant, and standing there only in her garter belt, stockings and high heels.
"That's fine," Linda said.
She came up to the woman, and put her hands around her neck.
"Kiss me," she said to her.
She brought Lynn's mouth down to her own, and gave her a long, deep kiss, making sure the woman could feel her tongue going down her throat....
"Now," she said, and she dropped her hand, so that while she still held one arm around the girl's neck, with the other, she was stroking the woman's pussy.
"Oooh...."
"Yes, darling...."
Ronnie was forced to watch, still fully clothed, as Linda took possession of his wife's pussy.
She shoved three fingers into it, opening the lips and taking it in her hands, pushing her palm all the way up.
"Do you like it...." she said, through parted, damp lips....
"Oh ... yes ... I love ... it ... "
"Where are my fingers ... "
"In ... in ... oh God ... "
"Tell me ... "
"In my ... pussy ... "
"That's right ... baby...."
She looked over her shoulder at Ronnie. "She's ready."
They both led her to the rack.
This was a solid piece of wood about five and a half feet off the ground, which had a place for Lynn's wrists to be attached.
She was too hot and her pussy too dripping to be able to withstand the both of them.
She waited, while they attached her.
"Now," Linda said, "We have a special treat in store for your wife...."
Ronnie smiled.
"You'll come with me...."
She led Ronnie by the hand to the famous one-way mirror room, where they would have a perfect view of the proceedings.
"Get in that chair, after you take only your pants off."
He did as he was told, being out of his khakis in a flash and a half.
His cock was, of course, bone hard.
She made him sit in the soft leather chair, and then went to work on him.
Quickly. Professionally. Cooly.
She was, of course, an expert at this.
She knew just how to apply the bonds.
Now, as she finished, he found himself bound to the chair, tied hand and foot, unable to move his body, except for his hips.
He could see his wife in the one-way, equally tied, only she was made to stand, with her arms in the lock device.
"Now," Linda said, "I want you to watch closely. Your wife is going to get the shit fucked out of her...."
Ronnie's face went all red.
Now, he saw Juan come into the room for the first time.
He was unusually tall for a Cuban.
And there was a grin on his face.
Lynn saw him too, and when she looked down, her eyes widened in apparent sexual excitement.
His enormous cock was thick and hard, the veins popping out of all sides.
"You see? He's going to stuff your wife's pussy with his cock...."
Ronnie couldn't speak.
He was staring, open-mouthed, as Juan went over and put his hands on Lynn's inner thighs.
"He's going to spread her open," Linda said, soothingly, "And eat her out."
"Jesus...."
"Yes...." Linda said. She sat down in the soft chair next to Ronnie's, and took his cock into her palm.
She wasn't going to jerk him off or anything.
She wasn't going to be that calm.
Instead, she was just going to tease him, make sure that he didn't get any softer, that he wasn't going to go limp or anything.
It was going to be so good.
Now, Juan lifted Lynn's legs and held them spread wide open, in his strong Cuban arms, while her face turned an even deeper crimson than it was before.
He lowered his mouth to her gaping cunt and began to suck.
He did a series of long, slinky sucks on her pussy, making sure that he got every drop out of her.
She was moaning and sobbing now in the sheer delight of what was happening to her.
She couldn't believe how long and rough his tongue was, as it continued to bury itself inside of her.
"Jesus ... it's ... so ... good...."
Lynn was turning her head from side to side, and a bit of spittle was coming down one side of her face.
Juan, meanwhile, continued to make a meal out of her. He was like a machine. A sexual machine that was doing a number on Ronnie's wife, while he was forced to watch from the tied leather chair in the other room.
"You like it...." Linda said, as she slowly moved the skin of his hard dick up and down....
"Yes...."
"What's he doing to her?"
"He's ... oh, my God ... he's eating her pussy...."
"Is she liking it...."
"She loves it...."
"She does, doesn't she...."
"Yes ... God yes...."
"He's going to fuck her, isn't he...."
"Yes...."
"With his big Cuban prick ... "
"God...."
"And you're going to watch, aren't you ... "
"Jesus ... yes...." Linda smiled.
She could feel the heat coming out of his prick. She was loving this!
Almost as much, she was sure, as Lynn....
Now, Juan put Lynn's legs down.
The woman was overheated, and a fine beady sweat broke out all over her body.
Juan didn't say a word.
He took out a leather instrument, and made sure that Lynn could see it....
"What's ... that...." Ronnie said, breathlessly to Linda, who was still stroking his cock, keeping it military stiff.
"It's a punisher," Linda said.
"A ... what...."
"A punisher ... it's a leather cock sling with very hard rubber spikes, so then he goes inside your wife's pussy, it rubs ... the insides...."
"Shit...." Ronnie said, in wonderment, knowing that Lynn was going to love this!
The Cuban slowly wound the thing around his cock, as Lynn's eyes widened in amazement.
Ronnie had made his wife shave her pussy the night before.
It was one of the things that really turned him on, going down on her when she was completely hairless.
And Lynn loved to do it for him. She knew that it turned him on to have the razor used on her.
Now, she was keeping her legs as spread as she could, without the benefit of her own hands, or being able to stand by herself without keeping her legs on the ground, and she'd been the main course of this Cuban's dinner.
His wife's hairless pussy!
It was driving him crazy.
Now, he watched, fascinated, as the man was finished putting on the punisher!
"Now, he's going to give your wife the fucking of her life ... the fucking of her dreams...."
"Jesus...."
"That's right, baby ... and you'll be hard for me, and there's nothing else you can do about it...."
He knew she was right. He was going to be forced to watch the whole thing!
Now, he kept his eyes glued, even though he didn't want to look, and yet not looking might even be worse.
And the knowing hand on his cock and balls wasn't helping anything.
He was straining at his own bonds, really turned on as to what was happening.
He couldn't believe it!
The Cuban was an obvious expert at this sort of thing.
He had Lynn's legs lifted, above her waist, so that her ankles were on each of his shoulders.
He was standing about three feet away from her, and now he began to walk closer, in effect driving her legs further back into herself, and straight up.
"JESUS!" Lynn couldn't believe how it opened her pussy!
She was resting now with her thighs against her tits, and her feet sticking straight up in the air!
She stayed that way, and then, she felt the tip of Juan's cock entering her pussy.
"Yes...." she said, with a tight moan coming out of her mouth ... "Fuck me ... fuck he hard...."
The Cuban said nothing.
He continued to pop her, moving his hips in and out, making sure that she was getting only a little bit of him at a time.
Then, suddenly, he quickened his pace, and he was giving her a long, hard fucking....
And the change in Lynn was immediate!
"SHIT!!! OH, SHIT!!! WHAT ARE YOU ... DOING ... TO ME.. GOD.. NO ... STOP.. OH SHIT ... I CAN'T ... SHIT...."
She was going out of her mind!
She'd never felt anything like it!
The hard rubber spikes were driving her into absoulte submission!
She was unable to control herself!
She was pushing her hips back and forth, shamelessly fucking the shit out of Juan, loving every second of it....
And she kept at it, even when he took it out of her, to let her think about it for a couple of seconds.
"NO," she screamed. "PUT IT BACK ... PUT IT BACK IN ... PLEASE...."
"She loves it," Linda said, as she quicked her hand movements on his prick. "She loves it, doesn't she...."
"Yes...." Ronnie said, wishing that he could fuck his wife with as much skill, and size, and spikes as Juan!
He was jealous, and he knew it ... "Are you going to come for me...." Linda whispered into his ear. "Yes ... God, yes ... "
"That's right...."
She was jerking him off with both hands now, smiling and studying his face, as she watched her husband watching his wife being fucked by the punisher on Juan's cock.
Now, Juan put it back into Lynn. His ass was working hard, the sweat building up on it, as he continued to fuck the woman.
She was moaning as she felt him fucking her, over and over and over....
Now, as Lynn was about to come, Juan pulled the thing out of her, and let her legs drop.
"What ... what are you ... what are you...."
Juan didn't say anything.
He went over and brought the stepstool right in front of the woman.
Now, he was on the top run, his cock level with her mouth.
She stared, not knowing what to expect.
It didn't take her long to find out.
Juan was jerking himself off, putting his fist around the punisher that was still clutching his cock.
And he began to jerk himself off.
He did it harder and harder, and Lynn did what she obediently had to do....
She let him come, all over her face.
Let him, although she had no real choice in the matter....
Now, he was gushing out his stuff, hitting her in the eye, in the mouth, and her cheeks.
He was hanging off of her, and loving it.
Lynn was sticking out her tongue, and licking at whatever of the stuff she could get.
It was a magnificent sight!
Finally, when he'd come, Juan disappeared behind the door from which he'd entered the room.
Linda let Ronnie out of the chair, and went inside and undid Lynn.
"Did you like that," she asked the girl as she untied her bonds....
"Yes...." the woman said, swooning, and nearly out of her mind with the fucking she'd just gotten.
"And are you going to treat your husband better, now that you've gotten what you want...."
"I'm going to treat him like a fucking king...."
She looked longingly at Ronnie.
"Then, I think you should both go home, and fuck each other," Linda said.
She waited as they got cleaned up.
Then, they came into the front room of the Torture Pit, had a drink with her, paid her fee, and were off, going home together, not being able to hardly wait, until they could be joined at the prick.
Linda was happy.
Another day, another marital problem solved. She considered herself some kind of essential therapist.
Now, she was content to go over her books and check out her next case.
But first, she called Juan into the room.
She handed him an extra fifty dollar bonus for doing such a good job.
But that wasn't all that she wanted.
She was really turned on by watching him use the punisher.
She told him to put it back on.
He disappeared, and when he returned, he had it wound around his cock.
"Lovely," she said to him, as she stared at it.
"What are you going to do to me with that...."
He didn't answer.
He didn't have to.
He knew what Linda liked.
She was a woman of special, exotic tastes.
She wasn't into the ordinary or the obvious.
So it didn't come as any surprise to him when she got on her stomach and lifted her ass for him.
She wanted the punisher up her ass.
And hard.
And so that's what Juan did.
He knew she was his boss, and that whatever she wanted, she got.
After all, it was she who'd gotten him out of Cuba.
So he was forever indebted to her.
And he knew that he had to fuck her hard. That was part of the price.
Right up her ass.
He punish-fucked the shit out of her!
CHAPTER FIVE
Linda had a new device in the Sadist's Torture Pit that she was eager to try out. She needed a volunteer. Or a victim.
Depending upon how you saw things.
What your philosophy was.
There was never any shortage of volunteers, she knew, patients or friends or clients, or whatever, eager to try out the new equipment.
But that wasn't the way she wanted to go. She needed someone who had no idea of the Pit. She needed an innocent, sweet victim. A woman.
Alone, looking for a good time. And that was no big problem. Linda knew how to go on the hunt. She was an expert at it.
Which was why she was getting herself dressed to the sexual nines.
She took a hot shower, then spent a very long time on her hair and face.
Next, she put on her sheerest, most expensive nylons, hooking them on to her leather garter belt.
Now, she was ready for the black patent leather high heels, the ones with the very long heels.
And the red dress.
The dress that clung to her body, and left little to the imagination.
Now, as she surveyed herself in the mirror, she gave herself a ten.
A ten and a half.
She had that indescribable extra little something. She was on the hunt. On the make.
And she wasn't going to come back to the pit empty handed.
She was sure of that.
She took herself to the most expensive bar she could think of; the drinking room of the St. Baritz up by Central Park West.
She walked in, her high heels clacking on the hard floor.
"Hi, baby," the bartender said.
Jack was an old friend.
He was the bartender there for a long time, and while the official policy of the bar and the hotel was to exclude prostitution, some leeway was granted some as good-looking, and generous as Linda.
She was from a different cut than the ordinary hooker.
Jack didn't know how, but he just knew she was something special. "The usual?"
"Of course...."
He set her up with a martini.
She was at the bar maybe ten minutes when she saw the woman come in.
She was a dark-haired, earthy looking woman, with a body that wouldn't quit!
She was about medium height, with a certain animal magnetism that was unnavoidable.
Linda sipped at her martini and waited, like a spider at the web, for the woman to sit down.
When she did, Linda slid over so she'd be in the next seat.
"Cigarette?"
She offered the woman one of her Virginia Slims.
The woman looked at her, smiled, and took one out of the pack.
Linda lit them both up.
"Nice night...."
"Yes...." the womans said.
"Waiting for your boyfriend?"
"Are you kidding? I haven't got a boyfriend." The woman smiled at Linda. "I'm just looking for a good time ... got any suggestions?"
Like Linda knew, it was the easiest thing in the world to pick up a stray.
What was unusual, was when the stray was as good looking at this!
In no more than fifteen minutes, Linda was laying down her bucks and taking the woman with her out of the bar.
And in another fifteen, they were back at the pit. The cab pulled up and let them out. "Interesting neighborhood," the woman said. "My name is Linda. What's yours," she asked as she put the key into the nondescript metal door. "Brenda."
"Brenda. Nice name. Come inside."
Linda kept them in the front room. "Something to drink?"
"Sure...." Brenda said. "Why not."
Linda fixed them another batch of martinis.
Of course, Brenda had no way of knowing that her batch contained a little something extra ... a little kick to make it more ... interesting.
"What ... what was in that drink...." Brenda said, as she put her hand to her head.
"Why, nothing, darling ... what's the matter?"
"I ... I feel different...."
"Here, drink this...."
She handed the woman a glass of water.
With another dose.
And she watched, smiling, as the woman downed that too.
And she giggled out loud as Brenda fell backwards on the sofa, out like a light.
Linda wasted no time.
She rang for two of her male assistants.
"Bring her to the new room. I want to try out the block...."
While they took her away, Linda stripped off her dress, leaving her only in her garter belt and stockings and high heels.
Now, as she sipped her drink, she waited until she was ready.
She knew that it would take some time for the woman to awaken.
About an hour.
Now, as she downed the last of her martini, she was ready to go into the new room.
There was a specially constructed piece of equipment there, waiting.
It was a four inch block of solid, polished pine wood, imbedded on two cinderblock base lengths of concrete, to make sure it wouldn't move.
The block of wood was about four feet long, and three feet wide.
Now, Brenda, who was still very woozy, was helpless to resist, as the men attached her to the apparratus.
It was a delicate operation.
First, her arms were forced over the top of it, so that they were behind her.
And her legs were bent at the knees, which came down just to where the block ended, about two feet from the floor, so that her heels met her wrists.
And then she was tied, hand to wrist, which left her wrapped around the wooden block, completely exposed, and completely helpless.
Now, she was fully awake.
And for the first time, she realized she was stripped nude!
She couldn't believe it.
"What ... what are you ... where...."
"Sssshhh...." Linda said.
"I don't ... my God, what are you going to do to me...."
"First, I'm going to have to gag you. You do make an awful lot of noise ... "
"Gag me? No, please, don't...." It was too late.
Linda was already tying the thing around the girl's mouth.
In another couple of seconds she had it secured tightly.
"There," she said, softly. "That ought to hold you."
"Mmmmfff...."
Linda smiled viciously, flexing her chest, sticking her tits purposefully out. "What's the matter, darling? I know you're saying something, but for some reason I just can't make out what it is...."
"Mmmmfff...."
"Well, don't worry ... I'm only going to shave your pussy ... for starters ... "
"MMMMFFFF...."
Linda giggled as the woman tried to scream through the gag, finding it hopeless, but still trying.
Linda got the razor, and the can of shave cream, and the warm basin, and knelt on a pillow in front of the woman, not listening to the obvious begging and pleading that was coming out as so many muffled cries.
Instead, she coated the woman's pussy with the shaving cream, and then began to carve away the hair, leaving only the smooth, untouched skin in its place.
"There...." she said, soothingly, as she proceeded to remove every inch of hair from the woman ... "That's so much better ... so much better and better for you...."
"Mmmmffff...."
"But darling, I need to see your pussy ... I need to see it ... the magnificent lips, and your pretty clitty...."
She was scraping off the last of the hairs, before taking a hot towel and dabbing right between her captive's legs.
"There...." she murmured ... "I think that's ... about the way I like it...."
She put the towel down and stared at Brenda's naked pussy.
"You haven't got a single hair left!"
She was quite pleased with her own handiwork.
Now, she began to kiss the naked lips, letting her tongue lick all around it.
"Doesn't that feel good? Doesn't it?"
"MMMmffff...."
"I know, darling ... I know...."
Brenda was trying to move, but she couldn't do anything in the position that she found herself....
Her pussy was shaved and naked, and the effects of all the manipulation of her private parts was to make the lips more swollen, and distended than before.
Which was exactly what Linda wanted.
Now, she took the first one, the left lip, between her own and began to suck on it, making loud, juicy noises with her mouth, enjoying the feel of her tongue going up and down, and pushing through to the inner pink.
"Mmmmffff....
She knew that the sounds coming from Brenda's mouth were sounds of joy mixed with sounds of pain. She knew that the woman was both attracted to and repelled by the thought of having her cunny so viciously exposed, of having to hang on the block in such an uncomfortable position, of having to give in to the relentless pursuit and manipuilations of the woman she'd gone with so willing at the bar....
Now, though, her eyes widened in fear and concern.
She noticed that Linda, who had pulled away now, and had allowed her pussy to simply pump and churn by itself, was strapping on what looked like ... a man's cock!
It was the punisher.
Linda's favorite weapon.
The one with the hard rubber spikes.
The one that she used on her most revered, and her most distressed victims.
She was going to fuck this newly bald pussy with it, and she wasn't going to take any nonsense along the way.
"Easy, darling...." she cooed, as once more her fingers went to the woman's pussy, opening it up, and letting the cool air fill the cavity.
She could see the body of Brenda becoming all tense and sweaty, once more, as she tried, in her own pitifully limited way, to move out of the striking zone.
Now, she was about to begin.
Linda put her hands on the woman's hips, and slowly moved her own, so that just the tip of the dildo was squarely placed on the opening of Brenda's cunt.
"MMMmffff...."
"It won't hurt ... too much," Linda said, smiling, that same evil smile that signaled she was going to do some major fucking now.
She waited a couple of seconds, to make sure the suspense was just what she wanted, and then, holding the punisher in one hand, she began to slowly screw it home.
"Yes...." she cooed, again and again, as she continued to work the thing between her captive's legs, loving the struggles and the muffled sighs almost as much as the screwing itself.
She was about halfway in when she stopped. She stroked the girl's face, and then, slowly pulled the thing out, until just the head was in her.
Because Brenda's pussy was now bald, it was easy to see how the lips of her cunny clung and sucked up to the dildo.
They kept squeezing and juicing up as they worked on the rubber tips of the piercing punisher.
It was as if they were sucking up to it themselves.
"Does it feel good...." Linda asked, smirking as she did....
"MMMmmmmm"
"Do you want more?"
"Mmmmmmm"
Brenda's head shook furiously up and down.
She couldn't believe she was actually begging for it now ... wanting more than anything to feel, again and again, the thrust of the rubbery, spiked cock as it pushed it way into her private cunny.
She was happy now that Linda had stripped her, had seduced her, had taken the hair off her pussy.
She was happy that she was a prisoner, a sexual prisoner, having to please and make her captor happy.
She was happy she was getting fucked by the monster dildo, the one they called the punisher.
It made the inside of her pussy tingle, and her whole body feel as it it were on fire.
She wished her hands were free so she could put them around Linda and give her a great big kiss.
And put a couple of fingers up her pussy.
And open her lips and stick her tongue dow there.
And eat her until she came, spending her delicious juices right into the woman's mouth.
But she couldn't.
She was trapped.
A prisoner.
A sexual captive.
Whose hands and feet were bound tightly, so as to make sure she was motionless.
Whose body was exposed, all naked and glistening, for the whimsical application of her captor, Linda's darkest sexual desires.
Whose pussy was made bare, and open to all types of sexual activities!
She thought she was going to go crazy!
"Mmmmm...."
Linda could tell that the woman was really getting into it.
She was loving the way this gigantic ... cock felt inside of her.
Now, even though she was practically tattooed to the board, she began to move her hips.
She was amazed at how easily her hips were able to move back and forth ... how eagerly they responded to the fucking.
"Now ... because you've been such a good girl," Linda said, in that special seductive voice she used for only the most intense occasions, she put her hands under the woman's lovely asscheeks, and began to push them forward, toward her.
To expose her ass cheeks.
"MMMMmmmmm"
It was the kind of pleading that you didn't have to hear the words to, to understand what was being asked.
Brenda knew what was coming, and wished there was someway she could avoid it. But there wasn't.
No way.
Linda now took the head of the dildo and began to work it into the tight hole of the girl's ass! "MMMmffff...."
"Don't bother to resist," she said, as she now gave a very hard thrust of her hips, and pushed the thing straight home.
"Yes ... oh, God, yes...." Linda said, as she managed to get the punisher all the way up Brenda's ass.
What a change in the woman!
Her eyes were now bulging ... as she tried to somehow make the thing come out of her.
She squeezed her ass as if she were taking a shit, trying to push the thing out, but there was no way she was going to be able to!
It was just jammed up her, jelly tight, and was going to be held there, as long as Linda desired.
Finally, after what seemed like half a lifetime, it started to move, in and out, back and forth....
"Yes ... ,darling ... yes ... come on ... that's right...."
And finally, Linda saw in Brenda's eyes the beautiful surrender, the ultimate coming, the explosive orgasm that send wave after wave through the woman's body, until she was kicking and screaming with the joy and pleasure that only another woman can give to the glories of female sexuality.
Linda kissed her bound captive all over, with hunndreds of little kisses, leaving marks of love on the woman's body, letting her feel the love and smell and taste of touch of the height of Sappho!
Finally, it was time to let Brenda go.
Slowly, Linda undid the bounds.
When she had the woman freed, she asked her how she felt now.
"Oh ... just ... wonderful...."
"That's so ... good...." Linda said.
"I'm ... I'm sorry ... if I ... was too ... loud...."
Linda thought that was sweet.
"You were just perfect ... you are so beautiful...."
"Thank you...."
"I hope you will remember our little get-together...."
"I always will...." Linda smiled.
"May I come back again?"
"I don't know ... probably not...." There was a hurt look on Brenda's face. "You see, Brenda, it makes it all that much more special if it was once in a lifetime ... "
"But...."
Brenda put her head down. "I think I'm in love with you ... "
"Then it should be the love that dies, like the little death poets speak of...." Brenda brushed away a tear. "I guess it's time for me to go ... "
"I guess so...."
With that, she gathered her things and was out of there.
She couldn't believe she would never see Linda again.
As she was about the leave, she turned and put her arms around Linda one more time.
"Goodbye," she said, and with that, put her lips on Linda's mouth.
Linda returned the kiss, pushing her tongue into her mouth.
And then, with a pat on Brenda's ass, it was time to say goodbye.
She watched the woman leave through the front metal, door.
And then she was gone.
Linda took a deep breath and went to her office.
Time to check the appointment book.
It was the kind of life that never ended.
The kind of life that just went on, and on, and on....
CHAPTER SIX
Nancy was a new mother, and a very happy one.
She'd given birth to a gorgeous little baby girl, and loved to breast-feed the child. It was a very maternal action, something that made her feel warm and loving.
And something that left her husband ice-cold. Bruce was furious.
Nancy had such gorgeous breasts, and had always let him suck on them before, sometimes during, and even after fucking.
They'd been married for almost three years, and they'd fucked every single night of their life.
So there was no reason why, he figured, once she gave birth, he couldn't get some of that milk.
But Nancy was adamant.
She said no.
And that was that.
He wasn't going to get any of it, she told him, with a fierce look on her face. It wasn't meant for him, it was for the baby!
He'd heard the nightmare stories from other men about how, once the baby came along, they were given over to the kid.
How, one the baby arrived, they were forced to take a backseat to their wives' attentions.
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't right.
And there was nothing you could do about it!
So it was that Bruce found himself in the corner neighborhood bar, that Saturday afternoon, drowning his sorrows in a glass of beer.
"What's the problem, sport," the bartender asked him.
Being behind the stick made you an expert on weekend afternoon drinkers.
Bruce, having a couple of pints under his belt, spilled his guts out.
He told the bartender how he couldn't get any tit and nipple from his beautiful but hoplessly distant wife.
When he was finished, the bartender wrote down a telephone number for him.
"Call this woman, Linda, and tell her your problems. I think she'll know what to do...."
It was the number of the Sadists Torture Pit.
Linda picked up the receiver on the other end, and arranged for Bruce to bring Nancy to the Pit that following evening.
Nancy seemed annoyed.
She had to get a babysitter at the last minute.
And she really didn't feel like going out.
What was the big deal?
Why did they have to visit this Linda person, anyway?
She wouldn't have gone, if Bruce hadn't been so insistent.
She'd never seen him like this.
It was more of that pain-in-the-ass behavior of his lately ... more of the kind of thing that he'd been pulling ever since the baby was born.
Why the hell he should want to deprive the baby of her milk ... that really got her pissed!
She was kind of sullen as they drove to the Pit.
She had no idea what was about to be done to her.
The only clue that anything was up was the look of smug determination on Bruce's face.
Well, let him be smug, she thought to herself.
We'll see how much he gets when we get home. They pulled up to the Pit. "What's this place," Nancy asked. "Just get out of the car," Bruce said. Nancy shrugged.
They walked together to the front door. Bruce knocked.
Linda opened the iron, nondescript from door. "Good evening," she said, in her warm, seductive voice.
She was wearing a long, leather gown, with high heels, and obviously very sheer stockings.
There was something immediately terrifying, menacing about this woman.
Nancy wanted to go.
She thought it was not the right place to be.
She wished she were back in her own home.
But, to be polite, she said nothing and smiled.
Even accepted a drink that was offered to her.
She had no idea, when she became a little dizzy a couple of minutes later, that it was all due to the drink....
"I think ... I think we need to go home, Bruce...."
"I don't think so...." her husband said.
Linda smiled.
She pushed a button.
Earl came into the room.
Earl was one of her master slaves.
Earl was a specialist in tit torture.
"Take her in the special room, Earl, and let the show begin...."
"I don't understand ... what's ... what's going on...."
"Just relax, darling...." Linda said, putting a finger on her own chin ... "It's just a little ... lesson in being nicer to your husband."
The last thing that Nancy saw before being led away was her smiling husband's face.
She was really worried now.
She knew she was in for it.
Linda, meanwhile, went over to Bruce and unzipped his pants.
"Take it out for me...."
He did as he was told.
It was, of course, rock hard.
"Yes...." she said, as she took it in her hand.
She began to move it up and down, pulling and pushing the skin....
"Your wife's been giving you a ... hard time...."
She emphasized the word hard.
"Yeah...." Bruce said....
"Are you going to want to watch the show...."
"Huh ... yeah ... I guess."
Linda led him by his cock to the one-way mirror room.
"You'll have to take your clothes off." Bruce didn't hesitate.
He was out of his duds in a second and a half.
The only thing he had to be careful about was getting his cock back through his open zipper, so he wouldn't catch it on the teeth as he removed his pants.
Linda surveyed her new charge.
He had a nice set of balls, big fat ones.
And a heavy-looking cock.
No wonder his wife was a little turned off. The thing was probably a real bruiser.
Now, she made Bruce sit in the special leather chair.
In a flash, she had him bound into it.
"What ... what are you doing...." he asked, as he felt the leather belts tighten around his arms and legs.
"Just making sure ... you don't change your mind when you see what we do to your wife...."
Bruce swallowed hard.
He stared into the room, as slowly, the window cover was being raised, to reveal the action.
He swallowed and gulped hard when he saw his wife, being led with her hands tied behind her back, stripped down completely naked, in the chamber!
She was remarkably docile.
"She's learned her lessons well, I see," Linda said.
"I don't understand...."
"I'm sure Earl had to give her bottom a few ... convincing slaps before she understood that she was to obey his every command."
Linda smiled.
The thought that his wife would take such a punishment sent a cold flash through his body.
It was a wonderful feeling to know that your wife was being punished like that.
The only thing missing was the fact that he didn't get a chance to do it himself.
Now, suddenly, it all came together.
You had to spank your woman if you wanted her to respond properly.
That made sense.
That made all the sense in the world....
Bruce made himself a mental note. From now on, when Nancy misbehaved, he'd spank her.
But for the moment, there was nothing he was going to be able to doo.
He couldn't even scratch his own nose, if he wanted to.
He was that secured.
Linda sat down next to him.
He could smell her sharp, leather outfit.
He could see her most, wet lips, as she sat down next to him.
And he could feel her hands as she got busy on his prick, touching him, squeezing him, making him go hard with desire.
For her.
"Easy, boy ... you better watch what hap pens to your wife...."
He turned his attentions, as best he could, toward the action that was happening in the other room.
To his wife.
He couldn't believe it.
She was going to receive the presser!
He didn't know that that was the name of the equipment, but that was obviously what it was intended for.
First, though, Nancy was going to have to get a little more of the spanking.
She was being a little obstinate.
Jesus, Bruce thought, didn't she ever understand that there were times you just had to sit back and punt?
Now, though, he watched, fascinated, as Earl took his wife over his knees, with her hands still tied behind her back.
This was done so as to make sure that she had absolutely no physical leverage.
If she did, then she might try to avoid his hands.
Her legs were allowed to touch bottom.
Her head was forced to dangle, so that her hair was dangling down in front of her eyes.
Then the spanking began.
He was very serious in his application.
He gave her a series of hot smacks across her bottom, alternating left and right, so that he got both cheeks.
At first, Nancy tried to show that she could take all that he could give.
She hardly moved.
But that didn't last very long.
After a couple of more smacks, she began to jump and jerk with every one.
And now, she really was having a hard time, as she tried to turn her head around and ask for mercy.
But Earl wasn't into giving her anything so nice as mercy!
He was really tanning her hide, hitting her over and over again, smacking her bottom and making her move, over and over again, until she thought she was going to lose her mind!
The tears began after that, and the whimpering.
"Jesus...." Bruce said, fascinated, as he watched his wife receive the punishment she obviously deserved.
Linda was holding his prick firmly.
"Do you like what you're seeing?"
"God...." Bruce said, in a choked voice. "It's incredible...."
"Wait until you see what comes next...."
He didn't have to wait for long.
Now, Earl made her get on her knees, in front of the presser.
She looked at him with a pleading, soulful look in her eyes. Wasn't the smacking punishment enough? Was she going to have to go through this, too?
Early only smiled as he reached down and took each of her full, milky breasts, and laid them on the surface of the equipment.
They were laid out, so that they were resting on the cold slab.
Now, he began to turn the crank, slowly , so that the top part of the presser began to come down.
The full realization of what was about to be done to her finally hit home!
"No ... don't ... ooh, please ... don't do this to me ... I'll do anything ... anything ... oh, God, please...."
But her pleadings fell on deaf ears. There was nothing she was going to be able to do to stop Earl from turning that wheel.
"Jesus," Bruce said, as he watched his wife being submitted to the torture!
"I don't think ... she'll be able to take that...." he said.
Linda increased the action of her hand on his cock. "She'll take it ... she has to ... "
"What do you mean...."
There was a wicked smile on her face. "She has no choice...." Bruce knew it was true.
He was responsible for what he'd done to his wife. He was the one who'd placed her in the machine. He was the one who'd done all this to her. And now, he was being forced to watch his wife take the supreme torture.
Now, Earl's turning of the wheel had just brought the top of the presser down to her tits.
They waited, everyone, for what Earl was going to next.
He surprised Nancy, by bending over and giving her a soft, wet, kiss on her mouth.
He let his lips come to her and cling, so that he was kissing her deeply.
It was like a final kiss before the execution.
Nancy received his hot mouth, and in spite of all the fear and trepidation she was feeling, returned his advances with deep thrusts of her own.
Now, when he took his mouth away from her, he was able to see the tears coming freely down her face.
He used his thumbs to wipe them away.
"Please ... don't ... don't...."
But Earl was relentless.
Now, he began to turn the wheel once more.
Every turn brought a deeper, harder pain to her tits, as they began to get squeezed between the metal slabs of the presser.
She thought she was going to go out of her mind!
As did Bruce, whose cock was dribbling with lubrication, under the expert hands of Linda.
He was caught between the supreme pleasure, and the awful torture of seeing his wife being put through the agony of tit torture!
Yet, he couldn't take his eyes off it.
Now, each turn brought a louder, and more fearsome scream from Nancy.
Her tits were being squeezed, all the way down, flattened almost like pancakes.
Her face was twisted with the agony.
Her mouth was open, and there were screams and shouts, and finally her tongue coming out of it ... there were all kinds of excrutiating expressions on her face, as she moved her head from side to side, trying, in vain, to somehow get relief from all that was being done to her....
But there was no relief to come.
Now, each turn of Earl's wheel produced another, even more exotic effect.
Her milk-fed tits were beginning to offer down their milk!
There was a small drain in the front of the device, the kind that is on those soda machines in fast food stores.
It was collecting the milk that was coming out of her tits!
"NO.. MORE.. NO.. MORE.. PLEASE ... "
But Earl was intent on getting every drop!
He continued the torture, until finally, with one eye-popping look of pain and exasperation, Nancy leaned forward, and fainted.
It was the last fillip for Bruce.
Under the careful nurturing of Linda, he started to come, shooting out of control at the sight of his wife's complete sexual domination!
When he was finished, he was allowed to get out of the chair.
And kiss Linda's feet.
"Go down there, boy and thank me properly...." He did as he was told.
He lapped at her toes, letting his tongue go all the way in, and then out again.
He was between every one, thankful for all that she had done for him.
"This way," she said, as she led him out of the special one-way room.
"Let's have a little toast," she said, as she held her glass high in the air.
"To Nancy ... and her milk...."
She smiled, as she drank her champagne.
Then Earl came into the room.
He had a smile of supreme satisfaction on his face.
Bruce wondered if he'd fucked his wife.
He was carrying a container of what looked like milk!
"Now, the real toast," Linda said. Three glasses were passed around. Earl filled them from the container. Linda held hers up to the light. "Smooth ... white ... creamy ... altogether delicious...."
She then clanked glasses with Earl and Bruce, before putting it to her lips and drinking it down.
Bruce loved the taste of his wife's milk.
He drank it eagerly, even accepting a second fill-up.
"I think this should teach your wife a good lesson," Linda said.
Finally, Nancy was brought into the room.
Her hands were still tied behind her back, but at least they'd put a robe on her.
"Well," Linda said to the woman, "Are you going to change your ways, with your husband?"
"Yes...." the woman said, her head staring down, humbly, to the floor.
"I think you need some refreshement."
Linda poured some milk out for the woman, and forced her to drink some of her own breast fluids!
They all watched, fascinated, as Linda held the glass to the girl's mouth.
When that was finished, she kissed her on the lips, to lick off the excess.
"Now, I think you'd both better go...."
It was the kind of nice adieu that made Linda's such a classy torture chamber.
Outside, Bruce didn't say anything.
He took his wife's hand and told her, simply, when they got home, he was looking forward to sucking on her tits.
"Oh, yes, darling ... whatever you say...."
That was more like it.
That was the way he expected his wife to answer to him.
After all, he was the undisputed head of his house now!
He had shown her what the penalities were for disobeying him, or for making him secondary to the child.
There was a time and a place for everything, and if she didn't comply with him on that, then she would have to return to the Sadists Torture Pit!
She knew her place now, she assured him.
When they got home, she let him suck her tits to his heart's content, giving down her milk to him and letting him make a meal out of her.
As long as she never had to get pressed again, she'd be the perfect wife!
She stroked her husband's face as he sucked!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Linda decided she needed a day off. A day all to herself. A day where she could relax and take in a movie, have a nice dinner, and then go home, back to her private part of the Pit, where no one else was ever allowed.
She did just that, seeing a film that was instantly forgettable, then getting a nice steak dinner, and then, finally, going for a nightcap at one of the better bars in the city.
And it was there that she met Lacy. Lacy was gorgeous!
She was one of the few women who really got to Linda.
And in spite of the heavy load she'd carried all week, and the fact that she thought she wanted to just go home and crawl into bed, she found herself irresistably attracted to the woman who was flashing her thighs at her from across the bar.
When Linda was attracted to a woman, there was one thing she liked to see her have done to her, more than anything else in the world.
She loved to watch them get fucked by Kane.
Kane was a specialty at the Pit.
Not for his way with words.
Not for his intellectual prowess.
Nothing like that.
Kane as a fourteen inch hammer, and it was his major claim to fame. It was enough.
When Kane fucked a woman, they were always hooked on it, begging to come back and get it once more....
They would do anything for Linda, if they could only feel, again and again, the feel and the thrust of his big prick, pushing inside their pussies, just one more time.
It was the way she got new slaves to come to live and work at the Pit.
They were held there by the allure of having Linda one night, and being rewarded, if they were especially good and obedient, of having Kane's cock inside their thankful cunts!
So when Linda realized that the beauty practically flashing her pussy in front of her eyes was not going to take no for an answer, she smiled and allowed the woman to buy her a drink.
"So," she said. "What's your name?"
"Lacy," the woman said, crossing her legs, so that her skirt could creep even higher on her thighs.
"You're really coming on to me, aren't you...." Linda said, smiling.
"You know it...."
"Well, if you had me all alone, what would you like to do to me...."
Lacy thought for a moment."
"Well, the first thing I would do is ... is ... spread your thighs and look at your pussy...."
"Mmmm...."
"Yes ... and then I'd stick out my tongue ... it's a very long one...." Linda giggled.
"And ... I'd let it play on your pussy lips, just on the outside, until it opened of it's own accord, because it wanted my tongue up your cunt so badly...."
She let one of her hands touch Linda's knee ... "Would you like that?"
"You know I would...." Lacy's eyes flashed. "I want to strip you ... "
"Right here?" Linda giggled. "Your place or mine...."
"Oh, I think my place is the way to go," Linda said, smirking.
She knew what she was going to do to this one.
She excused herself, saying she had to make a phone call.
Lacy told her not to take too long.
"Oh, don't worry ... I won't...."
Linda went to the phone and called the Pit.
She informed Kane that he was going to be on duty in a little while.
When she returned, she noticed that Lacy's eyes were watering with lust.
"Now," she said to her new pick-up, "I'm ready if you are...."
Lacy nodded.
Linda threw some money on the table, and they were out of there.
They left through the front door, and got into a cab.
"Where are we going," Lacy asked, all smiles.
"To heaven, darling ... to heaven...."
With that, Lacy snuggled up to Linda, and let her hand go back to her knees.
Finding no resistance, she slid it up, so that she could feel the heat coming off the woman's thighs.
"So nice ... so warm...." she said, as she stroked Linda's thighs.
She thought she had all but conquered this woman.
She had no idea what was going to be in store for her.
Now, as she noticed the nondescript building, she wondered if Linda lived in a loft.
"Not exactly," Linda said, smirking, as she paid for the cab.
"Come, sweetie," she said, as she took Lacy by the hand.
She knocked on the door, and Kane opened it. "Oh...." Lacy said.
"I didn't ... know that we had ... company...."
"That's all right," Linda said. "He works for me...."
"Oh ... I see...."
"Right this way, ladies...."
Kane was fully dressed.
It was part of Linda's plans.
"Now," Linda said, "What about a drink...."
"What about if I drink from your pussy...."
"You're so sweet," Linda said, petting her new charge on the head. "But I think we should drink first...."
"If you insist...."
Linda rang for Kane.
"Bring us a drink, will you, dear?"
"Of course, madam." Kane returned with two cocktails. While they drank, Linda looked into Lacy's eyes. "So, my dear, what do you do for a living ... "
"I'm a secretary ... but that's all going to change soon...."
You're so right, Linda thought to herself. So right.
Now, she waited for the effects of the drink to kick in.
It didn't take long.
It wasn't much of a wait.
Now, she had her hands all over Lacy.
"What ... what are you doing to me...."
"Stripping you, of course...."
"But ... but ... I thought I was going to strip ... you...."
"Sometimes we just are not aware of how things are going to turn out...."
That made Lacy giggle, for some reason.
When Linda had her shirt opened, Lacy's tits just spilled free.
"You like them," Lacy asked, pushing them forward.
"They're ... beautiful," Linda said, as she let her tongue come out and lick at her lips.
"Why don't you ... kiss them...."
"First, I want you nude...."
That was no problem, Lacy thought. She was about to do it herself, but she found Linda's anxious, eager fingers doing the job for her.
Now, in a flash, she was completely naked, down to the tips of her toes.
"Put this on," Linda said, holding a beaded kind of string bikini up.
Only there was no material.
Just string.
"Sure, if that's what you want...." Lacy was having a little trouble putting her words together.
It was that special drink.
Now, she found Linda was pushing her hands behind her back.
"But wait...." Lacy said.
"Yes?"
"What about you ... what about your clothes ... "
"All in good time, Lacy ... "
"But ... what are you doing ... to my hands...." Linda turned the girl around, and began to bind her wrists....
"Tying them behind your back ... "
"Why...."
"So that when Kane fucks you, you'll be helpless...."
That made Lacy jerk forward.
"What are you ... what are you ... talking about...."
"You'll find out soon enough...."
"I'm not sure I want to...."
"I don't think you have any choice ... I'm going to watch Kane fuck you ... "
"Oh ... dear...."
Lacy wasn't sure what to do about it, but then she realized there was nothing she could do.
When your hands are tied behind you, your choices do tend to become limited.
Now, Kane returned.
Only this time he was naked too!
Except for two pieces of leather gear.
One was around his head, a kind of head band, designed to keep the hair out of his eyes, and to make him look even more formidable than he already was.
The other was his cock belt! And that was the killer.
Lacy's eyes opened wide as she stared at Kane's cock!
It was the biggest thing she'd ever seen in her life! It was enormous....
"How big ... how big ... is that ... thing...."
"A nice, fourteen inches," Linda said, with that wicked smile crossing her face once more.
"NO...." Lacy said, now really worrying how she was going to get that thing up her pussy.
And that wasn't all!
There was a leather codpiece that this monster dick came through, and that was trimmed, all round, with very hard rubber spikes!
She couldn't believe what she was seeing!
Those spikes meant that every time she was going to be fucked by that killer cock, the spikes would push into the rim of her pussy, and pubes, and even her asshole, not to mention her tender clitty, and surely drive her completely crazy....
"No ... please ... don't...."
"Yes...." Linda said, as she reclined on a special leather love seat, so that she could watch and enjoy the action.
Now, Kane made Lacy stand at attention by the simple act of putting one hand behind her back, to hold on to her wrists, tightly in his grasp, to emphasize the fact that she was a prisoner, a sexual prisoner, and that no matter how hard she struggled, there was no escaping him.
Or his mammoth cock.
Now, he softly placed his hand on her right breast, taking that magnificent morsel of milky sweetness in his hands.
She was turning.
Giving herself over to her feelings. There was no use to struggle. He was too big. Too strong. Too good looking. Too well hung!
Linda was luxuriating in the show. She watched, her own fingers grazing down easily to her pussy, as she watched Kane do his thing.
Now, he brought his head down to hers, and their mouths met.
He forced his tongue between her lips, down her throat. Even that was big.
He then let go of her tit and let his hand go to her pussy.
It was throbbing and dripping, as he knew it would be.
He smiled at her.
"You know what I'm going to do to you...."
"Yes...."
"Tell me...."
She looked at him with those same milky eyes.
It no longer mattered that Linda was watching, that she was on exhibition here, that she was going to be torture fucked to within an inch of her sanity!
All that mattered was that Kane was looking at her, and broadcasting all that heat!
"You're going to ... fuck me ... with that big dick of yours...."
"You're so right...."
With that, he pushed her back, onto the little settee that was there.
Her eyes showed the fright, and the thrill at the same time.
She held her breath as she was made to spread her legs.
Now, she couldn't help staring at his enormous
(long, as it grew to it's full fourteen inches, two inches longer than a ruler!
"Jesus...." she whispered, as she watched and noticed the sheer size of the thing.
Now, he was riding the head of it all the way up, to where the dripping lips of her pussy were waiting for him.
He inserted just the head, and he could hear her gasping, audibly.
Now, he continued to work the thing in, slowly.
Each inch made her flinch!
She couldn't believe how good that felt!
She thought she was going to go out of her mind!
Now, when it was halfway up her, she started to plead with him.
"No ... no more ... I can't take any more...."
It was in her deeper than any cock had ever been before.
She loved the feeling of it as it slid into her pussy, but it was too big.
Linda was frigging her self very hard and quickly, coming time and time again as she watched poor Lacy get the severe fucking she was being subected to.
That would teach her to flash her legs at her!
Now, she watched, as the thing was almost up the gir's cunt entirely.
Lacy moved her head back and forth, her tongue coming in and out of her mouth, her eyes flashing, her nostrils flaring.
She was getting worked on by a professional, and she was loving it now....
"What am I doing to you," Kane asked her, as he continued his long, deep, hard strokes....
"You're fucking me...." she said, softly.
"Where...."
"In my ... pussy...."
"Do you like it?"
"I ... yes...."
"Tell me...."
"I like ... it ... I love it ... Jesus ... oh Jesus. I've never ... I love it ... I love your cock ... harder ... deeper ... give it to me deeper...."
Kane complied with her lovely request. Now, he was pushing his cock all the way up inside of her, making sure that she could feel the leather spikes!
And when she did, her entire body tensed up, as she felt the things pushing into her....
It rubbed and jabbed at her asshole, and her clitoris ... oh, how her clit was pumping at the very feel ... she thought she was going to go out of her head at that ... it was almost too much to be able to bear....
Finally, when Kane knew he was going to come, he grabbed her from behind, putting his hands on her ass, and holding her like that, until he empties his load right in her!
When he was finished, he pulled out, and then went over to Linda. She had her legs spread wide, ready for him. She milked him dry!
It was a special treat for Kane to be allowed to fuck his prime mistress!
He worked her hard for several minutes, while Lacy watched, half-crazed, as Linda came under the tutelage of the big prick that was fucking her.
Afterwards, Linda had Lacy brought to her.
"Did you enjoy that...."
"Are you kidding? It was incredible."
Linda smiled.
"Are you going to do whatever I tell you, so that you can feel him again?"
"Anything...."
Linda decided to go the direct route.
"I want you ... to be a slave...."
Lacy looked at her.
"I'm not sure I understand...."
"From now on, you'll work only for me. You'll come and go as I say, and you'll fuck whomever, and do whatever I say you should to do them, as I command."
She looked into the woman's eyes, searching for some kind of responde.
"I ... see ... and if I say yes, what do I get out of it...."
"The opportunity to fuck Kane again. Lacy's eyes lit up.
"But only when I say so ... and if you don' do exactly what I say, at all times, then you have to leave...."
"I'll be good," Lacy said.
It was her way of saying that she'd love to be a slave.
"Now that you've agreed, do you have any questions...."
"Just two...."
Linda smiled. She bet she knew what they were going to be.
"The first one, is when do I get to be fucked by Kane again?" Linda smiled. "When I say so ... "
"I hope it's soon ... "
"And the second?"
"When do I get to kiss your pussy?" Linda liked that one.
So much so that she lifted her skirts and showed the woman her cunny.
"You may give it a great big kiss right now...."
Lacy licked her lips and got right down on her knees.
She put her hands on Linda's gorgeous thighs, and began to lick, all along the lips, going from the little hood covering the clitty, down to the edge of Linda's asshole.
She made loud, smacking noises, as she forced her tongue into the girl's hot, glistening box, and with all the skills of an expert, sucked her clean.
She knew that Linda was going to spend. She could sense it from the way the woman was moving her hips.
She increased the action of her mouth, and soon, she was feeling the heat of the woman's lovely, sticking love juices.
"Mmmmm...." she said, reveling in her conquest.
Linda came, over and over again, happy to spend her flow onto the girl.
Now, though, as she sat back, gently stroking Lacy's hair, as the girl rested her face between the hot legs of her new mistress, Linda contemplated the next step in their relationship.
She smiled.
She had so many plans for the woman. And Lacy was special.
She was going to receive her tutelage from Linda herself.
It was going to be so much fun!
"You'll be so happy you decided to join me," Linda said.
"Thank you," Lacy whispered.
Total devotion!
The true sign of the committed slave. Life was so ... rewarding....
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was time for another one of Lacy's lessons. Linda had her on a strict, rigorous training program.
The purpose of the program was two-fold. The first part was to make sure that she was educated in the finest tradition of the Torture Pit.
She would have to learn it all, to understand how it was possible to torture men and women alike, when they came seeking some sort of release, of expiation for their everyday guilts.
The second part of the program was a combination of reward and punishment to the slave herself, so that she would understand her proper place, so that she would realize she was disposable, like yesterday's napkin, responsible only for her own well-being, as long as she was in the proper frame of mind to make sure her mistress was pleased.
Otherwise, there was no reason for her to be alive, or to remain at the Sadists Torture Pit.
So it was, that Linda summoned Lacy to her front room, that afternoon.
"Yes, mistress," Lacy said, as soon as she was inside, and kneeling before her mistress.
"Kiss my feet," Linda said, stretching her self languidly backwards on the sofa, and letting her foot to out.
It was a lovely foot, also, with soft, smooth, unwrinkled skin, and little, pretty toes.
It was the kind of foot that could feel so good rubbing up and down a pussy.
Which was one of the secret desires that Lacy held.
She wished she could feel it, again and again, rubbing up inside of her.
She longed to feel the hot touch, again and again, of the glorious foot as it rubbed into her pussy.
Now, though, she had to be content with taking it in her mouth, and applying her warm lips and mouth to it.
She sucked hard, making sure that she got in between each toe, and let her mouth make it all nice and warm.
"Now the other," Linda said, softly, as she allowed Lacy's foot worship to continue.
She studied the girl closely as she did her work.
She was lovely. One of Linda's favorite.
Which was why she was happy to have taken a personal interest in her.
Now, when the woman was finished, she was allowed to stand up.
"Put your hands in front of you, please...."
Lacy shuddered.
She knew what that meant.
She was about to be given another lesson.
She looked, pleadingly at her mistress.
But it wasn't going to do any good.
She was going to get the treatment, and there was nothing she could do about it.
She waited, and then the leather thongs were produced, the thin straps of leather that were effectively wound around each wirst, in a figure eight, so that they were individually secured, as well as tied to each other.
Now, Linda overserved her own work.
"Lovely," she said.
"I'm going to have you trained with another," she said, as her mouth left a trail of kisses on Lacy's lovely, soft yet full tits.
"You're going to be placed in tandem with Babs...."
Babs was another of Linda's acquisitions.
She was building quite a new stable, and trying to get only the best candidates to come along.
Now, she led Linda by her bound wrists, by way of a specially attached leash, to the torture pit.
There was Babs, already secured to her post, waiting.
Babs was a ravishing, dark-haired beauty with the legs and tits of a Vegan chorus girl.
Linda loved the way Babs responded to the slightest touch.
She had the most sensitive tits in the world!
Now, she was being made to sit on a wooden pew, made exclusively for young slaves!
It was made of flat wooden blocks, so that there was a single seat, with a wood beam across the back.
The beam was for a purpose, of course.
After Bab's hands were secured behind her back, and she was made to sit on the pew, a leather strap was passed behind her upper arms and around the block, so that she couldn't move away form it.
She would be forced to sit up stock straight.
There was a leather gag around her mouth, to keep her from complaining.
Now, she was made to wear the special leather boots of Love!
They were knee-high, and then open, so that Babs' legs were able to bend.
Above her knees, only a single strap of leather remained, on her otherwise totally naked body.
There were two rings attached to the inner part of the straps, the part that was wrapped around her inner thighs.
Attached to these rings was a roller-like instrument, which looked something like a rolling pin, except for the awful spikes, like shark's teeth, that were spread out all over the rolling pin's path.
The roller hung menacingly between Bab's legs.
Now, Lacy was led over to the woman.
"Kiss her pussy...."
The command came from Linda herself. Lacy licked her lips.
The way they had Babs hooked up made her mouth water.
She couldn't wait to taste the woman's flow.
She put her mouth right on the damp, moist clitoris, and began to suck it.
She worked her mouth right up into it, and then, when she was able to her tongue into the pink, kept drawing it out, scooping out the woman's cream with it.
"That's enough," Linda said, as she was made to get on her hands and knees, right in front of Babs, so that they were both facing the same way.
Now, Linda made Lace put her legs out in front of her, bent up at the knees, slightly, so that she could move her ass right up to the bottom of the pew.
In this position, she had to bend her head so that the roller was now resting rather precariously on her tits.
And still, Linda didn't have the girls exactly the way she wanted them.
"Almost, darlings, almost," she said, as she continued to arrange them.
Lacy felt the spikes already biting into her naked chest.
It hurt so much, but she didn't dare complain. That just wasn't the way a slave was supposed to act!
Now, she waited, and when she saw the bone-like piece of equipment being brought up to her face, she swallowed hard and opened her eyes.
"What ... what is that...." she asked.
Her question was received with a sharp slap of her face.
She ought to have known better than to ask any questions. Slaves didn't ask questions. It wasn't the right thing to do! Now, she had the bit placed in her mouth. That's what it was like! A bit!
For a trained pony! That's what she was!
A trained pony!
Now, she bit down on it, and no ticed the ends were adjustable, with little holes on them.
She couldn't imagine what they were for!
She found out soon enough.
Linda carefully touched Bab's' tits, and immediately the responded, becoming rock hard, even as the woman moaned and groaned through her gag.
Now, she used the ends of the bit as tit clamps, making sure they were carefully attached.
So it was, that Babs could control the movements of Lacy's face, by way of those clamps, much as Lacy could control the pressure on the nipples by her movements.
It was a glorious sight, and one which set Linda's heart on fire.
Her two favorite female slaves, attached to each other.
Now, she went to the wall and reached for her whip.
She was going to do the both of them, hoping that the actions and reactions would cause the bit to pull against the girl's tits, and the roller to do it's job on the other one's breasts.
It was so wicked!
The girls' eyes widened in terror.
"MMmffff...." came the muffled cry from Bab's gagged mouth.
"No ... please ... don't ... not that...." Lacy begged, but it was only to have the opposite effect, driving the woman closer to where they were surely headed.
Now, Linda snapped the whip on the floor once or twice, and decided she'd make Lacy describe what was going to happen to her.
Linda bunched the whip under her hand, and pushed it up against the woman's jaw, knowing that this action would cause Lacy to pull on Bab's tits, and in turn make Bab's legs jerk and roll the pins on Lacy's tits.
"Ohh...." Lacy gasped, as she felt the first pangs of the shark teeth.
"What am I going to do to you...." Linda asked.
Lacy could feel the hot leather pushing up her chin.
"You're ... going to ... going to ... "
"Come on ... you have to tell me ... "You're going to ... whip me ... "
"And what else...."
"And you're going to whip ... Babs...."
"Do you want me to...."
Lacy choked on the words.
She knew what she had to say.
"Yes...."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, mistress...."
Linda smiled.
"You like the taste of the lash, don't you...."
It was hard for Lacy to talk through the bit, and the thing was making her dribble. Further humiliation. "Oh, miss Linda, please...." That did it!
Linda cracked the thing once more, and then, without further warning or preparation, brought the hard black bullwhip down hard across both their bodies at the same timne!
"Ooohhh...." Lacy cried, as she felt the thing biting into her!
She didn't think she was going to be able to take it anymore.
"I want you to count off the lashes," Linda said, as she continued to apply the beating.
THWACK!
SMACK!
WHIPPPPP!
"OH...."
"I can't hear you...."
THWACK!
"Two...." SLACK!
"THREE ... OH GOD...."
And each time the whip came down, Lacy was involuntarily pulled further forward, so that her mouth was yanking on Babs' tits, causing untold torture to take place.
And each time that happened, Lacy replied with her mouth biting on the bit and pulling hard on Babs' tits.
They both started weeping at the same time, as Linda, almost in a trance now, continued to beat the women with the whip, until they were within an inch of their lives.
She was showing them no mercy, continuing to hit them, continuing to make Linda count off.
THWACK!
"OHHH ... FOUR...."
SLACK!
"JESUS ... FIVE ... PLEASE ... NO MORE ... NO...." SMACK!
"OHH ... I CAN'T ... SIX...."
"That's right," Linda said, as finally, she dropped the whip, as she watched the woman writhing below her.
It was an altogether glorious sight.
Now, she dropped to her knees.
She began to work on the women, first on Lacy, whose pussy was dripping and steaming.
"I'm going to eat you clean," she announced, and with that, began to suck and lick the woman's cunt, making sure that she got her tongue up far and deep.
The sting of the whip had had it's effect on Lacy, making her real hot and juicy....
"Oh, Jesus ... I can't ... I can't believe ... what are you ... what are you doing ... to ... me...."
The only response was the continual sucking by Linda, as she insinuated her tongue far up into the pouting pussy, and sucked Lacys' privates until she knew the woman was going to come.
Then she pulled her mouth off and looked into the slaves' eyes.
"You want more...."
"Come on, tell me...."
"Yes ... oh, God, yes...."
"How much more...."
"Make me ... make me come...."
Linda surveyed Lacy's body.
Her chest was completely ripped and scratched by the special roller.
Her mouth was drooling from having to bite down on the bit.
Her skin was all welted from the force of the whip.
And yet, she couldn't keep her legs spread open wide enough, as she kept getting assaulted by her beautiful trainer.
She was falling deeply, totally in love with Linda.
No one, no man surely, had ever been this ... wonderful to her.
Now, she opened her mouth and licked at her own lips.
She knew that would turn Linda on, and it did....
"I'll make you come, all right," Linda said, and with that, she went back to her charge.
Now, she plunged her finger right up the woman's pussy, than another, and then another, until she had three fingers fully up the girl.
Holding her like that, and whipping her cunt into a frenzy, she began to work on her clitoris with her mouth.
She licked and sucked on the button, until she thought she was going to go crazy, herself.
Now, she had Lacy's hips moving of their own accord, as they thrust up and down in the movements of the love act itself.
Her pussy was being worked on merciless by finger and mouth, and sure enough, she wasn't able to hold off any longer.
She spent, in a torrent of creamy juice.
"Yes...." Linda murmured, as she sucked the luscious, precious dew from the woman.
"Give it to me ... give me all you have ... all of it...."
Lacy complied.
When it was finished, she It her head hang down as much as she could.
The only thing keeping it from hanging on to her chest, was the bit in her mouth.
Which was now being removed.
As was the chest roller.
"Thank you," Lacy murmured.
It's all right, darling ... you're being released for a purpose."
Lacy wasn't sure what that purpose could be.
She was soon to find out.
She was reversed once more, and now, on her knees, with her hands still tied in front of her, she was going to have to suck some pussy!
Babs' pussy.
Linda used her fingers to open the woman up. "It's so beautiful," Linda murmured. Lacy agreed.
"Now, let me see you eat pussy," she said, as she gently guided Lacy's mouth to the open, gaping hole.
Lacy lost no time in going down on Babs.
She used her mouth and tongue quite energetically, as she worked them into the woman's cunt.
She kept at it, working it hard, making sure that she licked every last drop.
The effect wasn't lost on Babs.
The woman kept opening and closing her mouth, trying to scream, knowing she couldn't.
She just was loving every second of this.
The whipping had had it's effect on her also.
Now, as she was being brought to the peak of her emotions, she found her face being taken firmly in Linda's hands.
For a good slapping!
Linda began hitting her hard, on the side of her face, with short, stinging slaps.
Babs tried to avoid them, but they were too well placed.
Slap after slap, she was being beaten and eaten at the same time.
She was being slapped silly, and now, she began to look forward to each of them, as Linda's well placed hands kept coming down on her skin, one after the other, until she knew that she wasn't going to be able to take it much longer.
Now, her own drool was coming out of her mouth.
She was being beaten senseless.
And coming at the same time.
Lacy lapped at her flow, making sure she got every last drop of it.
She loved the way it shot down her throat.
She was going out of her mind with it!
Now, as she finally relaxed, she looked back over at Linda, who had finished her facial punishment of Babs.
"Very good, girls. Very good indeed." Lacy smiled at her mistress. Linda clapped her hands and Kane appeared. 'Take them back to their quarters," she told her slave.
He did as he was told.
Lacy longed to be fucked again by Kane, but knew that she wouldn't have that privilege until she earned it.
Now, Linda was alone.
She fixed herself a martini. She was relaxing in the afterglow of her torturing of her new charges.
She really loved giving Babs the slapping.
It would have to be something she did more often.
It was a good way to keep slaves in line.
"Mistress...."
It was Kane.
"Yes...."
"There's a phone call for you...."
She got up and went to take the call.
It was one of her regulars.
Billy, from downtown.
He needed to be irrigated.
No problem, she told him, and pencilled in his appointment.
They all came, sooner or later, to the Torture Pit!
It was more than a digression in a normal life.
It was a way of life itself.
And she was the queen, the princess, the royal head of the family!
Such responsiblities!
Well, she told herself, someone had to do it! So it might as well be her! She was looking forward to the rest of the afternoon!
CHAPTER NINE
Linda decided that Lacy needed a reward. She'd been a most exceptional pupil. She'd taken her fining extremely well, and was very eager to show what she could do.
It was time, therefore, to take her outside and let her find a little action on her own.
With supervision, of course.
Always with supervision.
She summoned Lacy to her room.
She looked at her charge.
She was lovely, in her tight, leather skirt, with her high heels on.
"Are you learning a lot," she asked the woman.
"Oh, yes, mistress...."
"I hope I haven't been too hard on you...."
"No ... not really ... I've...." Her face blushed. "I've really enjoyed ... the torturing ... of my lovely body...."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that."
"Thank you, mistress."
"How would you like to go ... out with me...."
Lacy's eyes lit up.
"Really?"
Linda shook her head yes.
"You mean it?"
She shook her head again.
Lacy bounced up and down.
"I can't believe it! I can't believe I'm actually going to have a chance to get at ... a woman of my own choosing...."
"Hurry now, we'll be leaving in a few minutes.
"Thank you...."
She smiled as she left the room, to brush her hair and make sure her make-up was perfect.
One of the lessons she'd learned was that you had to look good at all times.
That was one of the keys to liberation.
Being a slave was a real liberating situation!
Now, as Lacy and Linda met up once more, they went outside the plain building with the nondescript door, hailed a cab and headed for one of the fancier hotel bars in the midtown section of the city.
"Find yourself a cute blonde," Lindda said, as they barreled uptown.
They found themselves in one of the fancier oak rooms, where the beautiful people gathered for their evening's cocktails.
Lacy was a like a little girl in a candy store, just eying all the juicy tidbits there at her beck and call.
She was such a good looking, vivacious lady, that she had no doubts at all as to her ability to find and make love to the most gorgeous woman in the room.
"See anything you like," Linda whispered, as she raised her martini to her lips.
"Not yet ... but I'm looking."
They had another round, as they sat on their stools, and then Lacy saw her.
"That one," she said, as she pointed with her head, nodding slightly in the direction of one beautiful blonde, sitting by herself, having a glass of white wine, staring off into some private world of her own.
"You have luscious taste," Linda said, as she nodded back approvingly. "You know what to do. "Yes, mistress ... "
"So go to it then...."
Lacy finished the rest of her cocktail and headed for the other side of the bar.
Linda watched, with much amusement, as the pick-up began.
She hoped that Lacy would be able to do it well.
There was a very wonderful evening planned ahead, concerning rope, a swing, and eating pussy, for all memmbers concerned.
"Bartender," she said, as the man in the tending outfit came over. "I do believe I'll have another."
Meanwhile, Lacy slid into the cozy little stool next to the blonde.
"Hi," she said, as she raised her new drink.
The blonde looked at her.
What is it about two women, when their eyes meet and their pussies flicker, all at the same moment?
"Hello," the blonde said, in a low, seductive voice.
"Gorgeous night, isn't it," Lacy said.
"Gorgeous," the blonde replied, her eyes purposely going up and down Lacy's body. There was no question as to what that gesture was supposed to mean.
Lacy smiled.
"May I buy you a drink," the blonde said.
"I'll ... yes, I think I'll have another one."
"Good," the blonde purred. "So will I." She waved the bartender down, who was enjoying this little game of musical chairs the three woman were playing.
"What are you doing this evening," Lacy asked, with a demure look on her face that said she was interested in more than just the Statue of Liberty.
"I'm out for some pussy," she said, not taking her eyes off Lacy.
Perfect.
The arrangements were made in a matter of minutes.
Lacy never bothered to mention that the other gorgeous woman at the bar, Linda, was also to be in on whatever it was they were going to be doing.
To put it mildly.
Lacy hailed a cab and soon, they were on their way downtown.
"By the way," Lacy said, as she lit up a smoke, "I didn't catch your name."
"I didn't throw it."
"That's probably why."
"Bonnie. As in Bonnie good fortune...."
That made Lacy smile.
When they arrived at the nondescript building with the huge metal door, Bonnie knew it was her turn to smile.
"Where do you live, in some kind of dungeon?"
"Wouldn't you be surprised," Lacy said.
"Not really...."
They were inside, and having a drink, when Linda came through the front door.
Bonnie didn't miss a trick. "The woman from the other side of the bar. A tag team match." Linda only smiled. "May I fix us all another drink?"
"What are you going to do, drug me and rape me?" Bonnie was still all smiles. Linda took a chance. "Something like that."
"I thought so. Well, let me put your mind at ease. There's no need for that...."
Linda looked at Lacy, who smiled as she shrugged her shoulders.
"Let's just strip her and see what happens?"
"Bonne good idea...." the blonde said.
She was obviously all for it.
So much so that Linda thought she might enjoy doing the stripping.
She began with the buttons behind the blonde's back.
In a matter of moments, she had the top of the dress falling around the woman's hips, and her naked tits shimmering and stiff with expected pleasure.
"Gorgeous," Linda mumured.
Lacy smacked her lips. "I want a taste."
"Go ahead," Linda said. "I don't think she'll mind...."
Not at all.
Lacy cupped the blonde's tits in her hands, weighing them, letting the feel of the heft tickle her fingers.
Bonnie let her head go back, and her eyes half-closed.
She was getting off on the luxury of having these two beautiful women paying so much sexual attention to her.
Her pussy was starting to beat. She knew that that was where they were headed.
"Now," Linda said to Bonnie, as Lacy put her soft, full lips around her breasts ... "! want to see your naked hips and thighs...."
"Yes...." Bonnie murmured in agreement. "That sounds like the thing to do...."
With that, Linda gently lifted Lacy off the woman, and began to undo the rest of her clothes.
Linda was an expert at stripping.
Other women.
In a flash, she had Bonnie down to her birthday suit.
No panties, no stockings, no shoes. Just gloriously hot and naked. Now, she studied the woman's lovely, voluptuous hips.
"You are really gorgeous," she said. "Thank you."
"I'm going to tie you up...." Linda let the words hang simply in the air, waiting to see if they turned off her newly found charge.
Just the contrary.
Bonnie's eyes widened in obvious approval. She was going to get into it! "Where would you like me to be?"
"Just follow me...."
She led Bonnie by the hand into the back room, the torture pit's main exhibition hall, with Lacy salivating as she followed up the rear.
"I want you to sit by that swing...."
There was a small, rope swing with a wooden seat that hung precariously from the ceiling. Bonnie looked at it and broke out laughing. These two women were seriously into the seductive side of bondage, she decided.
All right, no problem. She allowed herself to be brought over to the swing, where she sat down.
Now, Linda began in earnest to tie her up. She put the ropes around her wrists, so that she was securely bound, as well as the seat of the swing, and the sides.
Now, the piece de resistance.
She tied the wrists to the knees, in effect making the woman spread and wide, so that she was forced to show off her magnificent, hairless pussy, which glistened as it gaped!
"Gorgeous," Linda murmured again, when she was sure that the woman was securely fastened to the seat.
"You're crazy," Bonnie said, grinning, meaning it as some sort of compliment. "And you're hot," Linda replied. "What's next...."
"Next, my dear, is Lacy, whose wanted to eat your pussy since the first moment she laid eyes on you...."
"Bring her on ... I can't wait...."
Lacy appeared, out of nowhere.
She was wearing the black latext outfit that she was only allowed to don on special occasions.
She was wearing black leather boots that came just above her knees, revealing her gorgeous naked thighs resting under the snaps of a black leather garter belt.
She was an altogether luscious sight!
Now, as she approached Bonnie, her mouth was openly watering, with some dribble coming out of the side.
"This is Lacy, whom you met in the bar. She's going to eat you until you give her all the spending she wants from you."
With that, Linda leaned over and gave Bonnie the ritualistic kiss of Sappho, that initiated the sexual ravashing that was to follow.
Bonnie eagerly accepted her tongue, and returned it with her own.
A wild stallion, Linda told herself. A gorgeous, wild stallion just waiting to be broken.
Linda got down on her knees, and stared directly into the gaping pussy before her.
She looked up into Bonnie's eyes, and then down to the pussy again.
She had on a leather helmut, to make sure her hair didn't fall into her eyes.
Then, with a soft pillow under her knees so she didn't hurt herself with the amount of sucking she was going to do, she placed her open, hot palms on the spread wide inner thighs of the bound blonde.
"Oohhh...." Bonnie sighed, openly, as her body began to react to all the attention she was getting.
Now, she watched, with her eyes wide open, as Lacy began to lick up the soft inner flesh of her open thighs, heading straight for her pussy.
Lacy put her hands on either side of Bonnie's slit, and spread it open, with a soft, squishing sound.
She kept it spread wide, as she worked her tongue along the outer edge, taking her time, rimming the tasty twat that was hers to do with whatever she wanted.
"MMmmmm...." Bonnie sighed, as she felt the first soft attack of Lacy's mouth on her private part.
She wished she could move around now, but there was no way she could; the swing kept her at such a vulnerable stance that there was no place for her to feel landed.
She was at the mercy of this hot bitch beneath her who was determined to make a full meal out of her pussy.
Now. she threw her head back and began to close her eyes, as Lacy methodically worked her togue farther up her love channel.
She kept on pushing her tongue and sucking and licking at it, until Bonnie had to come back and look at her once more.
She loved the sight of herself tied up. and being worked on by the lovely Lacy.
She looked down, with the look that a woman has on her face only one time; when she'd having the shit sucked out of her....
The heat began to spread through her thighs, and up her stomach, towards her chest.
Her nipples were erect and hard, and her face was bleating with heat.
She was getting eaten all right, and there was nothing that she could do about it, even if she wanted to....
Which of course she didn't.
Now, Linda's entire head was moving around in little circles as her whole world revolved around getting her tongue still deeper into Bonnie's pussy.
She was being flooded with the woman's juices. Her face and nose and cheeks and chin were drenched in the stuff....
She kept pressing down on the woman's thighs, and kept getting wave after wave of her love juices, as she forced the woman to keep on spending.
Now, though, she wanted more.
She wanted to do something special for Bonnie.
She looked over her shoulder at Linda, who nodded approvingly.
That brought a smile to Lacy's face!
Now, she went to the wall, leaving her charge to swing lightly in the wind.
"Ohhh...."
Bonnie was beginning to surrender to what was being done to her.
Gone was the hi-brow haughtiness that she'd been reveling in, replaced by another, deeper, more sensual type of animal growl....
She was being worked on in such a way, that she had to break down sooner or later.
For on woman could withstand the heat of Lacy's passion for too long.
Now, Lacy was reaching for the punisher!
She was going to fuck her captive with the rubber tipped dildo, the one with the hard rubber spikes all over it.
She lodged the it into the woman's dripping pussy.
"God ... what ... what are you ... doing ... to me...." Linda smiled.
That was the kind of sound she loved.
A woman overwhelmed with another's lust.
Another woman's.
"I'm going to fuck you hard," Lacy said, with an edge in her voice that hadn't been there before.
Now, for the first time, Bonnie struggled against her bonds.
She wasn't ready for this! But it was too late!
She could feel the thing inching up her pussy, and going on a search-and-destroy mission as it did so.
She was loving the feel, the touch, the smell and the taste of it!
"Yes...." Lacy murmured, as she put her hands on the woman's naked hips and began to rock her back and forth on the swing, so that she was able to use the gentle swaying force to get the thing further and further up Bonnie's twat.
She marveled at the way the woman's lips gave as she pulled the dildo out of her.
She loved the feel as it pushed back up, against her own pussy.
But most of all, she loved the look of exquisite torture that kept on coming back to the woman's face, over and over again, washing her with the joys and the agonies of sweet, lustful torture!
She thought she was going to go out of her mind.
"Do you ... like it...."
"Yes...." Bonnie moaned. "Yes...."
"Tell me...."
"I ... I love it ... I just ... love it...."
"What am I doing to you ... "
"Fucking me ... "
"Tell me again...."
All the while, Lacy's hips kept doing a number on Bonnie's pussy.
"I'm fucking ... getting fucked ... by your ... beautiful black ... dildo...."
"Where...."
"In my ... pussy...."
Now, Lacy pulled out all the stops. She started to work that thing harder and harder, making the juices coming out of Bonnie's pussy churn into a rich, thick foam.
She was making the woman come and cry and moan and sob, and it was turning both of them on.
Finally, Lacy knew that Bonnie was going to pass down the big one; the hard spend, the main orgasm she'd been working so hard to get!
"Tell me ... tell me when ... tell me when, baby.
Bonnie squeezed her eyes shut and looked up and screamed, so loud it was as if someone were really torturing her....
"I'M COMING ... I'M COMING ... GOD, YOU MAKE ME SPEND SO GOOD...."
"Yes ... oh, God, yes ... oh, God...."
It was incredible.
Lacy couldn't get over it.
She kept on fucking the woman, until finally, Bonnie was reduced to a series of short, gasping, choking sobs.
She was fucked to tears!
Linda came over and gently stroked Lacy's face, as the woman finally removed the punisher.
"I think that's enough," Linda said, gently, loving the way they'd conquered the once-haughty Bonnie."
"Can I keep her? Oh, please, mistresss, can I keep her for my own?" Linda smiled.
"We'll see, darling. We'll see. In the meantime, why don't you draw a bath for her? She looks like she could use a little ... respite...."
Lacy did as she was told, but not before giving Bonnie's pussy one final, deep, tongue-kiss; the true testament of lesbian love.
As Lacy disappeared to draw the bath, Linda put her two fingers under Bonnie's head and lifted it.
"You're so beautiful," she said, staring into the woman's eyes. Bonnie said nothing.
CHAPTER TEN
Linda decided it was time to teach Lacy a lesson. Not the kind of lesson that comes as a form of punishment.
More the type that you give someone when they pass a milestone. Like a graduaton.
Linda had been thinking about it for a long time. Lacy had been everything she'd wanted, and more.
She'd done it all, given herself over, and allowed herself to be used in all of the most deligtful ways.
Now, the least that could be done for her was to make sure that she was happy.
So the lesson was a kind of present, a type of reward for a job well done.
"She was going to get the sandwich.
The sandwich was a specialty of the house. One of those non-menu items that could only be had by special request.
And this request was coming from the highest source.
Linda herself.
She had her two favorite male slaves, Juan and Keith to make the outer sides, while Lacy herself would be the inside, the meat of the dish!
It began simply enough.
She summoned Lacy to her chamber.
"I'm going to make you do a sandwich this afternoon," she said simply.
Lacy wasn't sure what that meant. But she knew better than to ask.
"Here," Linda said. "Drink this. It will make things go easier for you."
"Yes, madam," Lacy said, knowing that the drink was going to contain, in addition to the alcohol, a mild mixture of a delirium and a stimulant, so that she would be better able to take all that was going to happen to her.
She drank the cocktail and waited for the stuff to kick in.
Meanwhile, Linda got on the phone and summoned Juan and Keith.
Lacy blushed as she saw the two strong men.
Both had had her before, and both had done numbers on her.
Now, she wondered what was going to be done to her this time, with the both off them.
"Put the sandwich outfit on her, boys...."
Linda reclined her nearly naked body, naked except for the demure patch that covered her pussy and her ass, for those were sacred places that had to be protected at all costs, except when they were being specifically shown, and watched the show.
The outfit was one that was made up a a leather corset, and a specific series of rings and notches, all built around two specific passages.
One covered Lacy's pussy and one covered her asshole.
They were round and had inner teeth, so that when they were pressed just in the correct manner, they had the effect of opening up those two holes and keeping them open.
For whatever wished to pass through them.
"Now her hands," Linda said, with a humid look on her face.
She was getting more and more turned on watching what they were doing to the girl.
Now, she saw that Lacy was ready. "Bring her to the other chambre, the one with the bed."
Juan picked her up and put her over her shoulder, while Keith followed, along with Linda.
Now, they were in the room with the big bed.
They put Lacy on it, and Juan began to work on her.
His dick, as always, was frightening in its size.
Lacy never got over the fact that when she wa fucked by him, she felt it all during the next day, whenever she moved.
She loved the way it worked into her body, making her churn up and come, and ache for nearly a full twenty-four hours afterward!
It was such a lovely feeling.
Now, as she stared down at it, she reached out to touch it.
Only, that wasn't part of the plan.
She found that Keith had taken her hands and brought them behind her back.
She was going to be tied!
She didn't offer any resistance, although she really wanted to reach out and touch it.
She knew that she could feel the veins in the side of the shaft if she squeezed on it, and the soft hairs of his full, thick and rich balls, and that was what she wanted, more than anything.
And that was being taken away from her.
They were binding her hands behind her, taking away that capacity for touch that she had that was so special and exciting.
Now, Juan leaned forward and let his hands slide down her body.
She jumped, involuntarily.
She knew the touch of his fingers on her body was irrestible.
"Ooh...."
Linda, who was watching from her own private chaise lounge, was enjoying the site!
Now, Juan began to concentrate on the special pussy ring, and screwed it in carefully, so that it was biting just inside the first layer of the outer lips....
"Jesus...." Lacy said, gasping as she felt the teeth begin to bite into her.
"That's right," Linda murmured, "Screw it in tightly.
Lacy had the most peculiar sensation when it was all inside of her. As if her pussy were being pried open by some gigantic can opener and made to stay that way.
Now, she found her breath coming in increasingly shorter gasps.
The effect of the pussy biter was starting to really get to her now!
And then Keith got into the act.
He turned her over, roughly, so that her lovely ass was fully exposed to his gaze.
He loved the way her smooth, flawless skin was exposed to his every gaze and touch.
He smiled as he looked over to Linda.
She nodded yes.
She knew what he wanted to do. Why not, she thought. It might do the girl some good.
Now, she waited, breathlessly, as she heard the first slap.
Lacy winced and jumped, nearly off the bed, as she felt the hard hand of the man come down to punish her bottom.
It was too white, too fluffy, too pristine, too spoiled.
But he'd bring it down a peg.
He'd show it who was boss.
Now, as he continued to slap away, his hand left increasingly vivid red marks, coatinng her bottom, making her red and rough, just the way he liked it.
And she liked it.
It was no secret that Lacy was a slave to spankings.
She loved the way they felt, the way they made her skin feel.
She loved the tone of the heat, and the spreading quality it had as it went all over her body.
It was enough to drive her crazy.
Even if there was an incredible amount of pain involved.
She didn't mind that very much.
She liked it, in fact.
She loved it maybe.
Maybe a little too much.
Now, though, Keith stopped his slapping.
Lacy was proud of herself.
She'd only cried out for the last four or five of them, and had been able to hold back the tears!
She hoped she was pleasing her mistress!
She then found that Juan was joining them on the bed.
That was all well and good.
Both her pussy and her asshole were pumping now, as she was getting ready to have them do to her whatever it was they wanted.
The sandwich!
They were going to do the sandwich to her! She wasn't quite sure what that was, but she was willing to find out. She was so willing!
Now, Keith was making her raise her ass, by putting his hand underneath her hips, and pushing gently upwards.
Once she was in this position, with her hands still tied behind her, she was completely vulnerable.
There was nothing she could do now, except go along with the sandwiching!
She waited, breathlessly, to see what the next step was!
She didn't have long to wait!
Now, she felt the cool creamy stuff being rubbed into her asshole.
It was a delightful feeling, the way it came into her body, and seemed to cool her off.
What a difference!
Now, she was being entered in this way.
Keith's gigantic cock was beginning to spread her out, pushing his head further and further up and inside of her.
"Oohh ... that's ... oh, God...."
No matter how many times she'd been fucked in the ass, there was still nothing quite like that feeling.
She knew that she was going to go crazy from the feeling, and that she needed it, as much as it hurt, with her ass already sore from the spanking she'd received.
Now, he was going in further and further, all the fourteen inches of his cock making it's way inside her very bowels.
"Oh ... oh ... oh, Jesus ... oh!"
Keith kept on working, moving like a pile drivr inside of her, giving her all that she could take, and even more.
Now, he put his hands around her waist, and rolled over with her.
She couldn't believe what was being done to her! Now, as they continued to move, she suddenly found herself impaled on him, from behind, his dick like a giant spike she was being forced to recline into.
It felt good, too, like the wild feeling that came when you were giving yourself a lot of rear attention, say with a milk enema, or with a pair of eager, hungry slave lips working on you, making you go crazy with desire and lust!
Now, she watched, in fascination and amazement, as Juan began to put his hands on her gaping, swollen and spread apart pussy!
Now, she was beginning to understand what they meant by the sandwich.
Her pussy was an open invitation, and Juan's huge horse prick was ready to enter, RSVP. He started to spread the lips of her pussy, getting ready to go inside of her.
"Jesus ... no ... not that.
But there was no way to stop these men now! They were wild for her ... they wanted to fuck her, and to fuck her from the front and the back at the same time.
She was feeling no pain now, as Juan began to stretch out her cunt from this side.
She was letting him have his way with her. He was working on her, shoving it far, and making her take it deep.
And that's when it happened.
She felt the two dicks meeting, inside of her, separated only by the thin membrane of the inner pink of her pussy and her asshole!
"JESUS ... OH, JESUS ... OH, SWEET JESUS ... IN HEAVEN...." she squealed, as she took it hard and deep, from both ends.
She was going crazy!
She was really taking it hard.
She knew she was going to come.
And so were they!
They began to increase their movements, as Juan fell foward on her, trapping her between their cocks and their bodies.
"More ... more ... give me more...." she gasped, as she took their dicks in her cunt and asshole, all the while feeling it rubbing harder and harder inside of her, as she was getting the shit fucked out of her!
And now, she was ready to come!
She felt herself starting to get ready to shoot!
It was hard and sweet, as it flowed out of her ... it came with a pounding heat, as first Keith's long tool started to empty itself out into her ass, and then Juan's started doing the same in her sweet pussy....
She couldn't believe it!
It was like no other feeling she'd ever had in the world....
She was gasping and crying with the sheer delight of it!
She thought she was going to go out of her mind ... And so did Linda.
It was such a sight, to see her favorite slave getting it front and back, being opened up and split by her two male slaves, the ones with the biggest dicks!
She was swooning herself as she watched the hard, hot action.
She didn't know what else to do except let her fingers snake down to her own pussy, and start to do the magic motion that always led to the same type of opening.
Now, as she continued to take the most of their dicks, Lacy felt herself starting to come, as well.
She was filling up with their juices, and giving down her own spending.
Her face was a deep, scarlet red, and she spent nearly everything she'd had saved up in her pussy bank.
They stayed like that, sandwiched, for a very long time, until finally, it was time for them to begin to separate.
Their juices had become sticky and hot, so that they all had to pull themselves apart as they worked each other up.
And finally, they were all sprawled out on the bed, gasping for the restorative air that comes when you finish fucking the way they had.
"Leave us alone," Linda said to the men, and they gathered themselves up and left.
Now, it was only the two women.
"Did you like that," Linda asked.
"Oh...."
Linda smiled again, chuckling at the sheer force of that sigh.
"I guess you like being made into a sandwich...."
"Mistress...." Lacy murmured, as she stared off into some private space.
"Do you want to do it again...."
"Yes ... oh, yes...."
"And do you like pleasing me...."
"Very much so...."
"I'm glad ... I'm glad you like it so much ... because you're going to continue to please me, in every way that you can ... in every way that I choose...."
"Oh, thank you...."
"You know, I got very hot and wet when you were being fucked like that ... "
"I'm glad...."
"And I need my own pussy taken care of...."
"Let me ... may I? Oh, please...."
Linda stretched out and let the woman take off her two patches, all that was covering her precious pussy and asshole.
"Kiss it," Linda said.
Lacy dove for it.
"Lick it ... lick it all over...."
Lacy let her tongue glide all over the hot, sticky twat, knowing that it was her fucking that made Linda so wet and sweet....
"Tell it you love it...."
Lacy looked up at Linda, and then back down to the pussy that was in front of her face.
She began to talk to it, as if it could hear her all by itself.
"I love you ... I love licking you and fucking you and kissing you ... and I love when you spend for me...."
"Thank you," Linda said, "You may put your tongue inside of me now...." Lacy wasted no time.
She made her tongue go hard, and shoved it up the girl's twat, to make sure that it was buried as far up as it could go.
Now, she was licking and sucking at it, making a meal out of it, wanting to get it in as deep and as far as she could get it!
She used her lips to form a vaccuum, so her sucking could continue to come down hard.
Now, she could feel the telltale movements of Linda's hips under her, as she began to get ready to give down her own juices.
"Harder...." Linda murmured ... "Harder, faster ... let me have it all ... harder ... please...."
Lacy did all she could to comply.
She used her mouth with all the expertise she'd been taught, while she shoved a finger deep into the woman's warm, moist asshole, and held it there while she went off!
It was a delightful feeling, having her face drowned in her mistress' juices.
It was the sweetest kind of reward there was.
Now, as she looked up, she smiled, her face all wet and drippy.
"You may go now," Linda said.
Lacy got up, somewhat reluctantly, and disappeared, back to her own room.
Linda then summoned Juan.
She needed to be fucked!
After that was over, she made herself a drink and thought about the future.
She would be traveling soon, taking a long trip, going after new blood.
She'd thought about maybe England, where they specialized in the kind of S and M that she loved and enjoyed so much.
Although she'd heard that Spain at this time of the year was also a most enjoyable place, as was the Dominican Republic.
There was so much to see, so much to do, so many places to travel to.
She wished that she could see and do it all.
But now, she had to get down to some serious planning.
There was one thing she was sure of, though. She was going to take Lacy with her. It was to be that kind of luxury travel. She'd find someone to watch the pit while she was away, and then, with Lacy, she'd discover new sexual secrets.
And everything they discovered would be played out immediately between the two of them.
She would use lacy as a kind of experimental sounding board.
The woman would be fucked and sucked and done in more ways than either of them had previously dreamed of.
It made Linda swoon.
Now, though, she turned to the evening's business at hand. The phone rang. She picked it up.
It was a familiar voice, one she'd heard many times before.
It was a voice that was needing an appointment. Fine.
No problem.
She was there to accommodate, wasn't she? She booked the voice for later that evening. Now, it was time for her bath. Her bath and her plans.
They would intermingle, as they came into focus. She was a very busy woman. A woman with a mission.
