As its title indicates, Mother in Chains is a story of sexual masochism, degradation and bondage. Many years ago Freud and his disciples described in theoretical terms the inter-relationship between sex and pain: sex is pain and pain is sex. Since that time the connection between sex and pain has been clinically proven in numerous experiments, the most brutal instance being the Nazi concentration camps where tortured victims often fell in love with their tormentors.
Although the connection between sex and pain has long been understood by students of the subject and sexual sophisticates, it was the Sexual Revolution of the sixties that brought the sexual aspects of sadomasochism to the attention of the general public. As a result, there has been a growing interest in the subject, and today numerous couples, both married and unmarried, indulge in various sadomasochistic activities for the purpose of sexual stimulation and gratification. Numerous photos, movies, booklets and other products dealing with sadomasochism are currently available, including an almost bewildering variety of devices to be used in bondage and discipline activities. In addition, professional discipline mistresses advertise for new clients in a wide variety of publications.
Traditionally, masochism has been treated as largely a female phenomenon, and that is not surprising. After all, the desire to subdue, to possess, and to conquer has been the traditional masculine role in courtship activities. And at the same time, the traditional female role has been submissive, even in situations where she must be physically subdued by her suitor. The spanking scene in the musical "Kiss Me Kate" provides a perfect example of sadomasochism in the context of a normal courtship.
In Mother in Chains, the subject of female masochism is approached from two directions. In one case we see the effects of a forcible introduction to sadomasochism on a fully mature woman without previous experience with the subject. In the second case, we observe the effects of a similar introduction on a teenage girl. The victims, if that is the proper word for them, are mother and daughter: Barbara Lanier, aged thirty-seven, and her attractive teenage daughter, Lila, twenty years her junior.
The two of them are trapped in a bizarre kidnapping while on a vacation trip, and are subjected to various ordeals by their captors. The story, based upon a true life story, is set in the early sixties when the Sexual Revolution was dawning, and the two principal characters are typical products of the era. Barbara, the mother, is relatively innocent and a little on the prudish side, and her extra-marital activities consist entirely of idle daydreams involving her daughter's boyfriends and other young men she encounters. At the same time, she is bored and restless and suspects that she had missed out on something as far as sex is concerned, although she would never consider taking the initiative to rectify that omission.
At the same time her daughter Lila, while somewhat inexperienced, considers herself rather sophisticated at least when compared to her old-fashioned mother. Lila at least knows what fellatio means although she has never gotten up enough nerve to actually try it. Most males would consider her something of a prickteaser, but her own self-image is such that an accusation to that effect would shock and irritate her.
We believe that Mother in Chains is particularly timely for more than one reason. In the first place, the author has dealt in considerable detail with the various connotations and degrees of sadomasochism and female submissiveness, which as we have noted are subjects of growing interest. In addition, the work is set against the background of the dawning Sexual Revolution of the early sixties, and explores the basic sexual attitudes and conflicts of modern society. Moreover, the work is a study of the generational gap between the young women of today and their mothers, most of whom grew up in the Dark Ages as far as sex is concerned. For all of these reasons, we seriously recommend Mother in Chains to readers of all age groups.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Lanier, all we have is two single rooms at opposite ends of the motel," the desk clerk politely informed the well dressed woman standing opposite from him.
"Mother, I told you we shouldn't have taken this side trip," seventeen-year-old Lila Lanier remarked, a petulant look on her pretty, softly rounded face. The cute brunette teenager was dressed in form fitting sweater and slacks that displayed her promising young figure to best advantage.
"Be quiet, Lila," Barbara Lanier quickly dismissed her daughter's protest. "Are you sure?" she asked the clerk. "I didn't see too many cars parked outside." From her attitude, it was apparent that she was not the type of woman who could easily be turned down.
"Positive, Mrs. Lanier," the clerk replied. "There's nothing left but the two singles. I'm afraid it's take it or leave it."
"All right, all right," Mrs. Lanier said in a resigned voice. "We'll take them."
"Mother, I don't want to stay by myself!" Lila protested, her voice clearly indicating that she would be afraid to be alone.
"You'll be all right," Barbara Lanier quietly assured the unhappy teenager as she began signing the registration form the clerk had placed in front of him.
"Very well," the clerk replied as she returned the signed form to him. He examined it cursorily, noting the Astor Street address in Chicago with she had listed as her home address. "Your car keys, please?"
"Keys?" Barbara Lanier seemed puzzled by the unusual request.
"Yes, we have attendant parking here, Mrs. Lanier," he explained.
"Oh, I see," the attractive matron replied, quickly fishing into her purse and surrendering the keys.
"Front!" the desk clerk called out to the one bellboy on duty. "Take Mrs. Lanier to 201 and then take Miss Lanier to 343. Sorry we only have one bellboy on duty right now, Mrs. Lanier."
"That's all right," Barbara Lanier said. "Oh, by the way, would you send this telegram to my husband?"
"Certainly, ma'am," the clerk replied, accepting the slip of paper. "And thank you for registering at the Sleepwell Motel."
The desk clerk watched quietly as the two guests were ushered to their respective rooms. His name was Max Thompson and he was in fact the owner of the Sleepwell Motel. Normally he would have preferred to have someone else working the desk, but the motel had fallen on hard times since the construction of a new super highway a few miles away and he could not afford a large staff. Moreover, he had contracted some large gambling debts that had made his financial position all the more precarious. As a result, he and his trusted associates at the motel had worked out a contingency plan to bail themselves out quickly if the opportunity ever presented itself. And ever since the moment Barbara Lanier, well dressed and aristocratic in bearing, had walked into the motel lobby, his mind had been working as rapidly as a calculating machine.
Left alone in the lobby, Max Thompson opened the telegram message and read it: "Lila and I have decided to take a side trip through Wisconsin for a few days. Will expect you to join us in Denver on the fifteenth. Love, Barbara."
"Perfect!" Max exclaimed aloud. He immediately reached for the telephone and began dialing his business partner, Ned Davis.
"Ned, this is it!" Max spoke excitedly the instant the other man came on the line. "Exactly what we've been looking for! A mother and daughter! They've got plenty of money and no one knows they're here. We'll keep them apart so they'll be too worried about each other's safety to try anything. I'll have Steve drive their car to Chicago and phone a ransom demand to her husband. And since they're going to be here awhile, we might as well enjoy ourselves! The girl's in 343 if you want to try your luck with her!" Laughing, he abruptly hung up the phone.
In the meantime, the bellboy had returned to the lobby.
"Steve, come here," Max called out from behind the desk. "The Plan is going into operation."
"I thought so," the young man replied with a grin.
"Okay," Max spoke quickly. "Get out of that uniform as fast as you can, and drive the Lanier car to Chicago and leave it there. Go to a pay phone and tell old mail Lanier we want a hundred grand for his wife and daughter! It'll take him a few days to get that into cash, so tell him to get the cash together and wait for instructions. Got it?"
"Right!" Steve replied, quickly dashing out the door as Max handed him the car keys.
Left alone behind the desk, Max rubbed his hands with satisfaction. "Both of them are real good lookers too!" he said to himself.
CHAPTER TWO
Blissfully unaware of the fate that had befallen her, Barbara Lanier carefully locked her motel room door from the inside, slipped off her high heeled shoes and slowly peeled off her expensive and highly fashionable dress. Her white nylon tricot slip, embellished with frothy lace at the hem and bosom, gently out-lined her full feminine figure and allowed teasing glimpses of the garments beneath it. Her stocking feet padding noiselessly against the carpeted floor, the brunette matron strolled over to the full length mirror along one wall to inspect her figure. She liked what she saw. For a woman of thirty-seven, she had maintained her figure quite well. Her full, firm breasts, molded and shaped into two firm points by her Playtex brassiere, pressed proudly outward against the confines of her lacy slip. Their fullness contrasted pointedly with the narrowness of her waist and complemented her nicely rotund hips, giving her an appealing hourglass figure. Her legs were full but very shapely with nicely rounded knees and lush, tapering thighs.
"Not bad for a gal your age!" Barbara remarked aloud as she inspected herself at various angles.
Reaching down and grasping the hem of her slip with both hands, she gradually wriggled the garment off over her head, mussing her brown hair slightly in the process. Attired only in her white panties, matching brassiere and garter belt, and dark brown nylon stockings, she once again inspected herself in the mirror. Beneath the thin material of her panties, the outline of her luxuriant growth of rich brunette hair was clearly discernible. For some reason, which she had never attempted to fathom, Barbara was rather proud of her heavy growth of lushly curled pubic hair. The "jungle" her husband sometimes called it, wall-to-wall carpeting she had joked about it.
"I wonder why I feel so itchy tonight!" she mused as she reached back to unfasten her brassiere.
Slowly, still watching herself in the mirror, she removed the confining garment and observed her full, pink-tipped breasts tumbling silkily from the cones of the brassiere. Obviously enjoying their newly found freedom, the two plump mounds jouced prettily. Pretending that she was performing for an unseen audience, Barbara slowly hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties and seductively rolled them down. The glittering brunette triangle slowly came into view, and a flash of pink meat appeared as she lifted her legs to step out of the panties.
Sitting down on the side of the bed, Barbara unhooked her brown stockings and carefully removed them along with her garter belt. Completely naked, she stretched out on her back and could not resist running her hand through the silken nest at the fork of her legs. Biting her lip slightly, she slipped a finger into the plush outer lips of her vulva and gently fondled her clitoris.
"Ahhhhh!" Barbara gasped with pleasure. Autoerotic stimulation was her secret vice, an adolescent habit she had never been quite able to shake.
Why do I feel so itchy these days, she asked herself. Funny, it seems to get worse as I get older. I wish I had the nerve to really do something, to break out of this middle-aged housewife trap. Things are changing so much these days. It looks as if life has sort of passed me by. Oh, I must take a shower and try to get my mind on something else. They must have a bar around here somewhere.
The attractive brunette matron went into the bath and stepped into the shower. She took her time about it and emerged a few minutes later feeling quite cool and refreshed. Opening her suitcase, she selected the items she was going to wear with considerable care for a woman who had no real plans for the evening. Each item was carefully laid out on the bed: black panties trimmed with lace frills, a matching brassiere with black satin cups, black satin garter belt, sheer charcoal-shaded nylons, black nylon half-slip with a wide lace hem, and fashionably short orange knit dress.
She dressed slowly and with some care. There was an explanation for her overly elaborate wardrobe. One of her favorite fantasies was going to a bar, getting herself picked up by a strange man and then being raped by him. Not that it was the least bit likely to happen. Barbara rarely frequented bars and then only in the company of a fellow female, usually after a downtown shopping trip.
Inspecting herself in the mirror, Barbara picked up her purse and exited from the room. The hallway seemed longer than she had remembered, and she turned to the right although she wasn't sure she was going in the right direction. Suddenly someone grabbed her from the back and clamped a hand over her mouth!!
"Oooohhhh!" Barbara's terrified scream was in good part muffled by the hand over her mouth.
Taken completely by surprise, the attractive matron went completely limp and had to be held up by her unseen assailant. With surprising strength he began dragging her into a small side room, which was obviously used for storage of cleaning equipment and linen.
Oh, my God, he's going to rape me! I've got to resist, Barbara told herself with growing fear. Oh, this is terrible! This can't be happening to me!
Closing the door behind them, her attacker shoved her abruptly against one wall, pinning her up against it. Breathless and horrified, Barbara found herself staring at Max Thompson, whom she recognized only as the polite desk clerk who had checked her in earlier!
"You!" she gasped with astonishment. "You can't do this to me! Let me go! Let me go this instant! I could have you arrested for this!"
"Shut up!" Max Thompson hissed.
"Let me go!" Barbara demanded, trying to conceal her mounting fear. "Let me go right now and I won't say a thing about it! Please!"
"Shut up and listen to me!" Max Thompson ordered in a menacing voice. "Your daughter ... "
"W-what?" Barbara gasped. She had completely forgotten about Lila alone in that room at the other end of the motel. "What? What about her?"
"She's been kidnapped." Max informed her.
Barbara's eyes grew wide with mounting horror as the meaning of the dreaded words began sinking in on her. "Oh, no!" she gasped, putting her hand over her mouth. For a moment, she was afraid she might faint.
"If you want to see her alive, you'll cooperate with me!" Max told her, a suggestive leer on his face.
"My husband will pay you anything you want!" Barbara told him. "Please, don't hurt her. Please!"
"He'll be getting a ransom demand in a few hours," Max told her. "But it'll take him awhile to get the cash together, and in the meantime you can entertain us!"
"W-what do you mean?" Barbara stammered, although she suspected only too well what he meant. He was leaning forward against her and she was trying to pretend that she was not aware of the surging erection pushing against the front of his trousers.
"You know damn good well what I mean!" Max Thompson told her. "Don't pretend you're a goody-two-shoes society woman who's never had a prick in her cunt!"
"Oh, how can you talk like that?" Barbara gasped. Nothing upset the well educated, upper class woman more than vulgar words, and she particularly detested the word cunt.
"Cunt, cunt, cunt!" Max repeated when he saw the expression on the hapless woman's face. "From now on, your cunt's public property for me or anyone else on the staff! Understand?"
"Ooooh!" Barbara gasped, nearly wilting under the vicious verbal assault. "Oh, how can you? You can't get by with this! You know that, don't you?"
"We'll see!" Max told her with a grim smile. "In the meantime you just think about your daughter's safety!"
"Oh, please, don't do anything to her!" Barbara pleaded almost frantically.
Max released his grip on her and stepped back slightly. "Let's see what you got, baby!" he said, motioning with one hand in a manner that apparently meant that he wanted her to pull up her dress.
This can't be happening. This is a nightmare, Barbara told herself. I have to be dreaming. "What do you want?" she asked in a small, fearful voice, her lip trembling. Although she told herself she mustn't look, she could not refrain from stealing a glance at the promising curve in her assailant's trousers. The surge of warm girl juice that suddenly flooded her panties made her feel guilty and ashamed.
"Show your legs, honey!" Max Thompson told her, smiling in a manner that indicated that he was thoroughly enjoying her humiliation and distress.
"I-I couldn't!" Barbara stammered. "I'm not that kind of ... Please, I couldn't do that!"
Max's eyes were fastened on the hemline of Barbara's orange knit dress, which was just short enough to reveal her fully rounded knees. "Come on, baby!" he spoke suggestively. "Show me how you hold those stockings up!"
"Oooooh!" Barbara was too distressed to find words that fit the occasion. "I ... oooh! Don't!"
"Are you forgetting about your daughter?" Max reminded her.
"Oh, no!" Barbara capitulated with mounting despair. Closing her eyes as tightly as she could, the madly blushing matron miserably reached for the hem of her dress with both hands. After a moment's pause, she managed to raise her dress a couple of inches, revealing a glimpse of her tapering, nylon-clad thighs.
"More, more, more!" Max instructed, licking his lips at the interesting prospect ahead.
"Oh, please," Barbara pleaded. "A woman like me can't ... Oh, this is awful!" Squirming with shame, the scarlet-faced housewife miserably hoisted her dress another couple of inches.
Max's stiffly erect, hotly throbbing prick pulsated at an accelerated view as more charcoal-shaded nylon came into view. "C'mon, baby, I still can't see how you hold those stockings up!" he spoke with a leer.
He's forcing me. I don't have any choice, Barbara told herself. Oh, how can I? I feel so brazen. Doesn't he realize how humiliating it is for a woman to show her hose tops and garters?
"C'mon! C'mon!" Max urged, a trace of impatience in his voice.
"Oh, no!" Barbara's pleading voice was filled with self-pity. I have to do it! It's hard telling what a fiend like this would do with Lila if he ever got the chance. Trembling with fear and humiliation, the attractive matron haplessly raised her orange dress to reveal the expanded tops of her charcoal colored nylon stockings, the metal clips and black suspenders of her garter belt, and a glimpse of ivory white thigh. The respectable housewife had never felt more humiliated or undignified in her life.
"Mmmmmm!" Like any red-blooded male, Max could hardly refrain from smacking his lips as he gazed at the intriguing combination of dark stockingtops and bare white thighs. "C'mon, baby, let's get that skirt all the way up to the waist!" he demanded. "Roll it up nice and tight!"
"Oh, no!" Barbara moaned with despair. "Oh, don't make me do that! It's shameful!"
"Go on! Do what I say!" Max spoke forcefully. "Quit stalling! You want a good smack across the face?"
"No, don't hurt me, please!" Barbara whimpered, backing fearfully against the wall of the small room. I have to do it. He's a sadist! I don't have any choice! With tears of shame trickling down her cheeks, the miserable housewife began rolling her dress up even higher.
Max stood back watching intently as more and more lush white thigh came into view, contrasting vividly with the tautly drawn black suspender straps of her garter belt. "You got great wheels, baby!" he told the suffering woman. He was enjoying her humiliation nearly as much as the aesthetic pleasures she was involuntarily affording him. "C'mon, let's see what color pants you got on!"
"Oh, no!" Barbara gasped as she miserably complied with the degrading order. Sniffling with shame and self-pity, the attractive matron continued rolling her dress up to reveal her black nylon panties.
Max's eyes lit up as he caught sight of the well-filled pair of black, lacy panties. "Now, that's real nice!" he spoke with undisguised relish. "Now, you just keep that dress up like that!" he instructed. Extending one hand, he cupped one breast familiarly through her dress and brassiere.
"Oh, don't touch me!" Barbara impulsively protested, shivering and backing away as much as she could.
Max laughed and stood watching the unhappy woman with pleasurable anticipation. Blushing a flaming scarlet to her very roots, Barbara stood with her back braced against one wall of the small room with her orange knit dress brazenly rolled up to fully reveal her black panties, garter belt and shapely, stocking-clad underpinnings.
"Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" Max asked, licking his lips as he continually feasted his eyes on the appealing array of feminine charms.
"Oh, how can you torment me like this?" Barbara pleaded. "You're a sadist! A degenerate!" In all of her shame and distress, the inexperienced housewife was nevertheless aware of an undercurrent of excitement about the whole affair. Although she could not bring herself to admit it, she found herself experiencing a surprisingly strong sexual attraction for her tormentor. Confused and guilt-stricken by the strange feelings that assaulted her, Barbara continually squirmed and directed shamefaced glances at her assailant.
Max seemed more amused than irritated by the insulting epithets hurled at him by the distressed woman. "I got something to show you!" he promised in a confident, almost arrogant, tone of voice. Without further ado, the well built motel proprietor unzipped his fly, pulled open his shorts, and deliberately allowed his blood-gorged, rigidly hard masculine tool to pop out into full view. Fully erect and twitching with raw physical desire, the massive, swollen organ extended a full eight inches in length and was capped with a purlish, plum-shaped glans of impressive dimensions.
"Oh, NO!" Barbara gasped and shuddered as she gazed at the powerful masculine weapon. As with many rape victims, in her emotionally upset state she exaggerated the proportions of her assailant's stiffly erect organ until it seemed simply huge and resembled a terrifying harpoon that would tear her apart. At the same time, she found herself forced to suppress an almost insane urge to melt completely before that magnificent tower, to yield completely, even take it in her mouth. With crazy ideas like that she deserved the mistreatment she was enduring, or so she guiltily told herself.
"How do you like that, baby?" Max asked, a trace of amusement in his voice.
"Oh, how can you?" Barbara pleaded, fighting back tears and finding herself nearly in a state of collapse. "Don't rape me, please! I'm a respectable woman! Oh, please!"
"You're gonna love it, baby!" Max said, moving forward in a menacing manner. "How'd you like to put it in your mouth?"
"Oh, what a filthy idea!!" Barbara burst out in a outraged voice. "How can you even think ... I'd never do such a thing! Never! How can you...." Max snickered at the older woman's puritanical outburst. Putting a small stool in front of her, he calmly sat down on it.
"What are you going to do? What are you going to do?" Barbara asked fearfully, speaking quite rapidly and backing against the wall in an effort to get herself as far away from him as she could. She was afraid to yank her dress down and miserably held it up for him.
"I'm gonna get you out of these pants!" Max informed her with relish. "Now hold still or I might tear them!"
"Oh, no, don't!" Barbara pleaded, shuddering violently as he extended both hands toward her wispy panties. "No, don't please! Oh, this is awful!" Although the brunette housewife had often teased herself with fantasies about being raped, the reality of having her panties removed by a strange man in the dingy surroundings of that little room was far different from anything she had imagined.
Max slipped his rough masculine fingers into the elastic waistband of Barbara's black panties and began peeling them down with deliberate slowness. His eyes lit up with pleasure and masculine desire as the fleecy harvest of rich brown hair slowly came into view.
"Oh, this is degrading!" Barbara miserably protested as she felt her most intimate feminine garment departing to expose her completely.
Pulling the black garment downward, Max licked his lips as he gazed at the glittering feminine slit that was largely camouflaged by the abundant crop of luxuriant brunette foliage. "Oh, what a cunt!" he spoke with a reverence that contrasted vividly with his crude words.
"Ooooh!" Barbara whimpered, humiliated beyond description by her own lewd exposure.
"A cunt like that is good enough to eat!" Max remarked as he finished pulling off the embarrassed woman's panties.
"Oh, how can you talk like that?" Barbara protested. "I never heard of anything so filthy!"
Max leaned forward, permitting his face to brush against the curly brown hair.
"Oh, what do you think you're doing?" Barbara gasped with outrage. "You pervert! You ... you....
Max drew back and looked up at her, an expression of amusement on his face. "You mean you've never been eaten before?" he asked.
"No! Of course not! I never heard of anything so ... so...." Barbara stammered, infuriated by his base desires yet strangely stimulated by them.
"In that case, you're in for a real treat!" Max promised her. "There, stretch out on the floor!"
Barbara did not resist as he pulled her down to a supine position on the bare floor. Her dress up around her waist, she kept her stockinged legs together to preserve what she could of her modesty. Shaking and trembling noticeably, she gazed at her assailant with a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes. Max quickly pushed the stool out of the way and dropped to a kneeling position at her feet.
"Here, let's get these legs open!" he said, clasping each nylon-clad ankle and pushing backward.
Telling herself that she was being forced to submit and had no choice in the matter, Barbara allowed her shapely legs to be pushed back and spread open in a completely wanton manner. A look of pleasurable expectation on his face, Max moved into a kneeling position between his victim's opened legs.
"Oh, no, don't do this to me!" Barbara protested, knowing that she was already quite moist with arousal and ashamed of it. "Please, don't! It's not natural! People shouldn't ... "
Ignoring her protests, Max extended both hands to her vulva and slipped his fingertips between the plump, juicy outer folds. The two coral lips came open with a delicious squishing sound that Barbara found exquisitely humiliating. Biting her lips and squirming miserably, the attractive housewife submitted passively as her perverse assailant spread her labia open in a positively obscene manner. Max rolled his tongue lasciviously over his lips as he gazed at the ample expanse of watery, brightly pink feminine meat in front of him.
"Oh, this is awful!" Barbara protested. "Please, I'm so humiliated! Don't look up me like that! Oh, this is terrible!" Ashamed and miserable, the attractive housewife squirmed with movements that were unintentionally coital in nature. Her entire body felt hot and tingly and her breasts were becoming uncomfortably taut within the confines of her brassiere.
Holding his wriggling victim's cuntal lips open with his fingertips, Max leaned forward and quickly buried his face right in her wet pussy.
"Ooooh, no!" Barbara's voice mingled distress with excitement at the lewd oral assault. "Oh, no, stop it! Not that! Oh, my God!"
Smearing his face against the wet, lush feminine meat, Max quickly extended his tongue and went to work with long, virile swipes. Flicking with serpentine thrusts his busy tongue moved up and down inside the juicy furrow, concentrating on her inner labia and taut clitoris. Gushes of feminine juices impulsively bubbled up, bathing his face with their hot, slippery oils and trickling into his mouth.
"Oh, no, my God, stop it! Stop it!" Barbara cried out, astonished and ashamed of the suddenly intense sexual exhilaration she was experiencing. "Oh, no, it's perverse! Oh, stop! Oh, stop before ... Oh! Oh! Ooooh! Ooooooh! Oh, stop!" The brunette housewife was becoming progressively more breathless, and her protests had started to sound much less convincing.
"Ahhhh!" Max smacked his lips with genuine satisfaction as he enthusiastically ate and nibbled on the hapless housewife's deliciously wet box. Pressing his mouth very tightly against the watery feminine gash, he formed his lips into an oval and sucked with clearly audible slurping sound. He could sense the almost electric tension in her magic love button, and could feel it swimming in the torrent of feminine honey. Barbara's stocking-clad legs were coiled around him and she was squeezing him in a tight vise.
"Oh, this is awful!" Barbara protested, horrified yet fascinated by the obscene slurping sounds produced by her assailant's busy mouth. Given no choice in the matter, the comely matron found herself becoming powerfully aroused by the lewd assault. "Oh, don't take advantage of my weaknesses like this!" she pleaded in one final attempt to salvage what was left of her respectability.
Thoroughly enjoying his victim's torment, Max ran his hands under her full, satiny hips and between the crevice of her buttocks. One forefinger penetrated her anal canal and screwed lewdly inward, dilating the tiny opening.
"Ooooh! Oh, no! How can you...." Barbara pleaded, squirming and thrusting her pelvis back and forth with instinctive thrusts that made her ashamed of her own abandonment.
Sucking intently on her wet, slippery pussy and tormenting her rear aperture with his probing finger, Max could feel his victim giving in to voluptuous pleasure despite herself. The attractive housewife's lush thighs were repeatedly coiling themselves around his head as she writhed on the floor with repetitive thrusts of her pelvis. Gushes of hot feminine soup were continually bubbling and foaming from the steaming interior of her wet cunt, and he could feel the contractions in her vagina that were demanding fulfillment.
"Oh, please, fuck me! I can't stand it any more!" Barbara breathlessly begged despite the humiliation involved in debasing herself like that. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Please, I have to have it! Please! Please, don't torture me any more!"
Max drew back and used the back of his hand to wipe the feminine cream from his face. "Okay, if you want to get fucked, you're gonna get fucked!" he told her. "But not in any standard missionary position!" he added, looking around and spotting a cleaning lady's cart that would suit his purposes just fine.
Abruptly lifted to her feet, Barbara suddenly found herself jackknifed over the side of the cart with her brunette head plunged deep into the canvas interior and her aristocratic bottom sticking up higher than the rest of her body.
"Oh, no, this is humiliating!" Barbara cried out, trying to pull her head out of the refuse container. "Oh, no, this is terrible! Not like this! Oh, this is so degrading!"
"Keep your head in there!" Max demanded, roughly shoving her head deeper into the dusty canvas bag.
Keenly aware of the humiliating posture that left her plump, rotund buttocks jackknifed upward at a steep angle, as well as the dingy surroundings of the small storage room, Barbara wept with mortification and despair. Oh, this can't be happening to me, the hapless housewife repeatedly told herself. It simply can't be happening to me. Someone will come along and ... In her despair, the attractive matron vividly recalled how many times she had idly fantasized about being raped and how thrilling it would be, and in her guilt could not refrain from telling herself that she really deserved what she was getting.
"That's better!" Max remarked when he noticed that his victim was offering no resistance. His jutting sexual organ pounding with hot anticipation, he paused to feast his eyes on Barbara Lanier's lewdly displayed feminine pulchritude. Out-lined by her black garter belt and charcoal-shaded nylons, Barbara's quivering, bare buttocks were upturned in total vulnerability before him Although she was keeping her legs together, she could not completely conceal her bright pink cuntal groove and the lush brunette hair surrounding it.
"Oh, please, this is awful!" Barbara wailed, her voice partly muffled by the canvas cleaning bag. "I don't want to be ... Oh, this ... I feel like an animal!"
Cringing and fearful before the expected assault, the theretofore chase housewife felt quite alarmed and disturbed by her own sexual arousal. She recalled with shame how she had begged him to fuck her to relieve that frantic itch in her clitoris and vaginal orifice, and cursed herself for being so weak and susceptible to temptation.
"Ah, this is going to be great!" Max announced with relish as he stepped forward to possess his miserable victim.
Barbara shuddered violently as she felt her assailant's hands clasping her bare waist, holding her in position for the penetration that she both feared and desired. Although her vision was completely blocked off by the humiliating canvas bag that surrounded the upper half of her body, she was all too aware of the hotly pounding, fully erect phallus that was being aligned with her all too vulnerable cuntal slit. Creamy feminine juice bubbled out of her hot, itchy pussy with impulsive gushes, and trickled down the insides of her thighs to the tops of her tautly pulled stockings.
"Oh, no, how could you? Please! Oh, this is terrible!" Barbara protested in a distraught voice.
Max maneuvered until his out-thrust, rock hard penis was directly in position with his victim's quivering, twitching feminine gash, and then thrust forward in a firm, virile fashion.
"Ahhhh!" Barbara gasped with a mixture of discomfort and excitement as the thick masculine lance sliced into her vagina like a hot, hard bayonet! "Ohhhh! Ooooooooh! Not so ... Oooooh! Oh, it hurts!"
"Mmmmm, that feels good, baby!" Max remarked in a pleased voice as he felt the wet feminine meat clinging to his hotly throbbing cock.
"Don't! It's so undignified! Oh, please!" Barbara protested, struggling but not really resisting. Humiliated not only by the lewd assault but also by the undignified position in which she had bee placed and the tawdry surroundings of the little room, the breathless and miserable housewife to herself that she must not enjoy what was happening to her.
Everything in her background and upbringing cried out against it, yet the initial waves of sensual pleasure created by the deep, penetrating masculine spear were already threatening to overwhelm her.
"Relax and enjoy it, baby!" Max told her in a amused voice. "You love having all that meat in you and you know it!"
The husky motel proprietor began thrusting back and forth with somewhat leisurely stroke forcing his stiffly erect penis deep into the delightfully wet channel and then drawing back until just the head was inside. Wet, syrupy, feminine honey bubbled up continually, lubricating his masculine pleasure rod and leaving it as slick as grease. He could feel the vaginal contractions deep inside her pussy that told him that she was deeply aroused by the lewd assault no matter what she might tell him.
"Ooooh! Oh, this is awful! Please, it humiliating!" Barbara protested. "You can't get away with this! I'm submitting only because I have no choice! Oh, you're horrible!" Despite her conscious will, the masculine thrusts that penetrated deeply into her steaming cunt were quickly bringing her to a fever-pitch of sexual arousal. I can't let him bring me to a climax, the hapless housewife told herself. I can't let him know that I'm enjoying it. Oh, I don't deserve to be treated like this! Oh, this awful bag! I can hardly breathe in here!
"You're a great piece of ass, baby!" Max lewdly told his squirming victim. "Bet nobody ever told you that before, huh?"
"Oh, you're terrible!" Barbara exclaimed, cringing at his disgusting words, yet finding them quite exciting. He was, of course, right; no one had ever talked to her like that before.
Holding the miserable but obviously aroused matron at the waist, Max began pumping with firmer strokes. Each forward thrust produced a loud gasp from his wriggling victim, who was beginning to breathe in a loud, passionate manner despite herself. Her buxom hips continually jerked and tossed about with spasmodic responses to the masculine thrusts that fully dilated her hot, wet vagina. Blood-gorged and pounding with full erotic intensity, Max's stiff prick was beginning to itch and pulsate in a manner that threatened to become uncontrollable.
"You love it, don't you, baby?" Max tormented the suffering woman. "Don't tell me you're too good for it! I can feel your cunt grabbing and snapping at it! You're just starving for cock, aren't you? Go ahead and tell me you love it!"
"No! No! No!" Humiliated beyond description, Barbara could not bring herself to confess the awful truth.
"You're gonna come for me!" Max told her. "I'm going to make you come for me! Come, come!"
"Oh, no! No! No!" Barbara tearfully protested. "No, please!" Although she was struggling against the pleasurable sensations that were continually building from the depths of her hot, burning pussy, the young matron knew she was fighting a losing battle. The constantly thrusting masculine harpoon was scraping against her taut, buzzing clitoris, creating intense feelings of sexual rapture that left her entire body quivering like a leaf. She could not control the instinctive contractions deep inside her vagina, and felt deeply ashamed by the snapping, grabbing muscles that told her assailant how sex-starved and man-hungry she really was.
"Come! Come!" Max repeated. "Come for me, society lady!"
"Oh, my God, this is terrible!" Barbara wailed, realizing that she had no choice but to give way to the raw, physical pleasures that were threatening to engulf her. I can't help it, she told herself. It's not my fault. He's forcing me and I simply have no choice in the matter. Oh, my God, my pussy's so hot, so enflamed! Oh, how can he take advantage of me like this!
Max began ramming his madly pulsating cock back and forth like a battering ram. Each forward thrust sent the burning hot, blood-filled shaft plunging deep into Barbara's wet, convulsively spasming cunt while rivers of hot feminine soup poured over it like a spring cloudburst. The emotionally distraught woman's vaginal muscles eagerly sucked in the powerful masculine intruder, as if trying to trap it inside her.
"Come, baby, come!" Max repeatedly told the highly aroused young matron. "Come on! You love it! Just let yourself go! I can feel your cunt snapping! That's the way!"
"Ooooh! Oh, my! Ooooooh!" Barbara exclaimed, knowing that it was useless to resist.
"Ooooh! Oh, myyyyyy! Oh, it's ... Oooooh! ... I ... Oh ... So ... It's so...." The attractive brunette tried to speak, but was too upset and breathless to get the words out in any intelligible form.
Realizing that his comely victim was completely enmeshed in the throes of sensuous longing, Max vigorously initiated the final assault. As Barbara twisted and jerked her body with snake-like movements, he began pumping with all of his might. Each forward thrust penetrated to the deeply aroused woman's cervix, producing a loud, passionate gasp that left no doubt that her climax was rapidly approaching.
"Come, come, come, come, come!" Max urged in an almost hypnotic voice.
Clasping his wildly writhing victim in a tight grip, Max slammed forward with everything he could muster and exploded like a cannon. As she felt the hot masculine cream jetting into her vagina with forceful bursts, Barbara gasped ecstatically and surrendered completely to sexual bliss. The intensity of her own climax dismayed her, and the waves of sensual pleasure emanating from her incredibly hot cunt made her feel deeply ashamed and guilty. But she could not deny to herself that the brutal, degrading assault on her womanhood and respectability had been wildly exhilarating.
"Oooooh! Ooooooh! Oh, my! Oooooh!" Breathless and almost choking in the confines of the canvas bag, Barbara sagged weakly over the side of the cart.
"Ah, what a piece of ass!" Max exclaimed in a highly satisfied voice. Stepping back, he observed his gasping victim with amusement. "You can stand up now, society lady!" he told her.
With some help from her assailant, Barbara managed to straighten herself up. Quickly yanking her orange dress down, she stood flushed and unable to look her captor in the eye. Yet she could not resist stealing a glance at his now dangling penis, glistening with a mixture of cum and girl juice.
Max reached down and picked up Barbara's discarded black panties. "Here," he said, handing the tiny garment to her. "Use it to wipe yourself!" He smiled at the look of revulsion that came over her face.
Blushing and looking deeply shamefaced, Barbara performed the repugnant task for her assailant. "You can't get by with this," she protested in a quiet, resigned voice.
"Now put your panties back on," Max told her, replacing his freshly wiped prick in his pants.
Barbara gulped but thought better about protesting. Nearly tripping, she replaced her panties as quickly as possible to minimize her exposure before her loathsome captor. She had not thought about what might happen next.
"Now you can take that fancy dress off!" Max commanded, "And that slip, too!"
"W-why?" Barbara stammered, surprised and alarmed by the sudden order. "W-what for?"
"Do as I say!" Max demanded, waving his hand in an impatient gesture.
Embarrassed, but realizing she had no choice in the matter, Barbara removed first her dress and then her half-slip. Blushing and trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and fear, she stood before her assailant attired only in her black brassiere, garter belt, panties, dark stockings and high heeled pumps. Although she could not bear to look at him, she could feel his eyes moving up and down, taking in every detail of her curvaceous form.
"Here, put this on!" Max told her, handing a garment to her.
Barbara took one glance at the blue cotton garment and gasped. He had handed her a chambermaid's uniform! "Why, I couldn't wear something like that!" Barbara sputtered indignantly. "What do you think I am anyway?"
"Put it on!" Max told her, grinning at her obvious discomfiture. "Around here you're no better than the colored chambermaids, so you might as well dress like one!"
"But ... but ... "Barbara protested. "I couldn't. A woman of my class ... I ... "
"Put it on!" Max demanded in a loud voice, raising his hand in a manner that indicated he might strike her if she stalled any longer.
Cringing and backing away from Max, Barbara haplessly donned the humiliating blue chambermaid uniform. Apart from its embarrassing lower class connotations, the rather ill-fitting garment was much too short for her, ending several inches above her knees and barely covering the expanded tops of her black stockings. Mortified at the sight of herself in the humble uniform, Barbara tugged fruitlessly at the hem.
"Please, I can't wear this," she protested. "W-why, it hardly covers my stockings!"
Max grinned as he stood watching the miserable woman. Her expensive black stockings and black patent leather pumps made a vivid contrast with her blue cotton uniform dress. "Now that you're dressed for the job, you can go to work!" he said.
"Work?" Barbara was clearly dismayed by the very word.
"Yes, work," Max told her. "From now on you're the chambermaid for this part of the motel!"
"Are you kidding?" Barbara exclaimed, clasping one hand over her mouth in complete astonishment.
"That's right," Max told her. "I want you to change the linen and clean up every room in this section. When you're done, I'm going to inspect to see what kind of job you've done. And if it isn't perfect, I'll have to punish you!"
"Punish?" Barbara gulped, clearly dumfounded that anyone would even dare use that word when addressing her.
"That's right," Max replied. "Now here's a set of keys for you to get into the rooms."
"You can't do this to me!" Barbara sputtered. "You can't make me work as ... work as ... as a maid!" It was obvious that the very idea was deeply humiliating to her.
"Oh, yes, I can," Max assured her. "And don't get any fancy ideas about escaping or calling for help. Just remember, we've got your daughter!"
Their eyes met and Barbara knew that she had no choice but to obey her sadistic captor.
CHAPTER THREE
"Mmmmm, I can't wait to go for a swim!" seventeen-year-old Lila Lanier told herself the instant the bellboy departed from the motel room.
Opening up her suitcase, the cute teenager quickly pulled out a tiny white bikini and tossed it on the bed. It took her but a moment to disrobe and, like many girls, she could not resist taking a quick look at herself in the mirror. The shapely young brunette was a junior version of her mother, and was quite proud of her full, firm breasts with their bright red tips and her smooth, svelte legs. Although the summer vacation had hardly begun, the attractive adolescent was already deeply tanned except for the white patches which had been protected by her bikini.
Without further ado, Lila quickly stepped into her swimsuit. The flimsy bra barely covered the tips of her breasts and left considerable cleavage on view, while the tiny pants managed to cover her pussy and most of her curvaceous bottom. Quickly rifling through her suitcase, Lila realized that she had forgotten to pack her swimming cap.
Oh, the heck with it! she told herself. There are no boys around this dump anyway so there's no point worrying about my hair.
Without bothering to put on her sandals, Lila quickly left the room and headed for the motel swimming pool. Somewhat to her surprise, there was no attendant on duty and no one around the pool. Without giving the matter much thought, the comely brunette jumped into the blue, gently rippling, water with a loud splash. The cold water was pleasantly refreshing and she began swimming around in lazy circles.
In the meantime, Max Thompson's business partner Ned Davis was hot on Lila's trail. He spotted her emerging from her motel room and followed her to the pool at a discreet distance, his eyes taking in her jouncing girlish bottom and shapely legs. He permitted her to swim around contentedly before walking up to the side of the pool, where he stood with his arms akimbo watching her.
"Get out of that pool!" he finally called out to her in an authoritative voice.
Swimming around quite contentedly with nothing much on her mind, Lila was quite startled to discover the older man standing at poolside. Rather puzzled by his attitude, she swam over to the side of the pool and scrambled out dripping wet.
"Can't you see there's no attendant around?" Ned Davis asked, feigning anger.
"It's okay, I'm an expert swimmer," Lila replied, tugging judiciously at her bikini pants to make sure the essentials were covered.
"And didn't you see that sign about ladies wearing swimming caps?" Ned asked, pointing to the clearly posted sign.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Lila replied. "I forgot my cap. I didn't see the sign. Really, I didn't."
"You'll have to come with me," Ned said, turning toward the office entrance and motioning for her to come with him.
"Look, if there's an extra charge or something, my mother'll...." Lila protested. "You'll have to come with me," Ned spoke quietly but in a manner that clearly suggested there was no alternative.
Quite unsuspecting and wishing that she could find a towel to dry herself off, Lila followed the older man into the small office that overlooked the swimming pool. She did not begin to feel any alarm until she noticed that he carefully locked the door. "Look, what do you want? Who are you?" she asked with some uneasiness.
"I'm one of the managers of the motel," Ned replied. "One of my duties is punishing young ladies who swim without their caps when no attendant is on duty!"
"Look, if you're trying to be funny or something...." Lila protested. The bikini-clad teenager was beginning to feel rather small and helpless around the older man, and looked around cautiously for a way in which she might escape.
"Nothing humorous about it at all," Ned told her, pulling a straight-backed chair out to the center of the room.
Lila gulped. "You wouldn't dare touch a hair on my head!" she spoke defiantly.
"It's not your head I propose to touch!" Ned told her with a bemused smile.
"Listen, you...." Lila sputtered, beginning to feel thoroughly alarmed. "When my mother finds out ... My father's got a lot of...." Catching her slender wrist on one hand, Ned quickly seated himself on the chair. It took him only a moment to flip her face down across his lap in the traditional spanking position.
"Oh, no, don't you dare!" Lila screamed, trying to struggle although she was no match for the older and much stronger man. "Stop! Let me go! You're hurting me!" she protested as Ned twisted her wrist against the small of her back.
"Hold still!" Ned demanded, easily holding the wet and slippery girl in position on his lap. The older man was quick to discern that her tiny bikini panties barely covered her girlishly plump bottom, and in fact failed to do so along the saucy lower slopes.
"Let me go! You're going to get into trouble for this!" Lila threatened, breathless but holding still to ease the pressure on her wrist. "Wait till my father hears about this! Just let me go and I'll forget the whole thing! Please!"
Contemplating the pleasures to come, Ned was already sporting a firm erection. Holding Lila's wrist with his left hand, he reached for her bikini panties with his right hand!
"OH, NO!" Lila screamed when she realized his intentions. "DON'T YOU DARE!!! DON'T TAKE THEM DOWN! DON'T YOU DARE!!!" The horrified teenager started to resist, but quickly stopped when Ned increased the pressure on her twisted arm.
His fingers brushing against the young girl's satiny smooth flesh, the older man began the delightful task of peeling down her tiny panties. Milk white flesh, contrasting vividly with the deeply tanned flesh surrounding it, quickly came into view.
"Oh, no, stop! Don't you dare! Oh, this is awful! Stop it! I'll have you arrested! Oh, this is terrible!" Blushing like mad, Lila glanced back over her shoulder as if she needed to confirm her humiliation with her very own eyes.
The unveiling of Lila's lush young buttocks proved to be even more breathtaking than Ned had imagined, and the older man found himself with an almost painfully aching erection as he gazed at the two pink-white mounds of lushly rounded flesh. The whiteness stood out starkly against her bronzed thighs and back, and the two delectable mounds were naughtily quivering and puckering in anticipation of the punishment they were soon going to have to absorb. Despite Lila's infuriated protests and threats of retribution, Ned removed the panties completely.
"Oh, how can you do this to me? It's indecent!" Lila shrieked, horrified and outraged at finding herself bare-bottomed across a strange man's lap. Modesty prevented her from struggling to avoid exposure of her young treasure and she lay with her shapely legs pressed tightly together to conceal herself as much as possible. "Let me go this instant! My father will get you for this! Don't you dare touch me back there!" she added, glancing back over her shoulder with a worried look on her blushing face.
Feasting his eyes on the nearly nude young girl's luscious buttocks and beautifully tanned legs, Ned quickly decided that there was no need to rush things. He would start out slowly and paint those gorgeous mounds a flaming scarlet. Carefully inspecting the target area, the older man raised his right arm in the air.
"Don't you dare! No! No!" Lila squealed in protest at the impending assault. Her gluteal muscles tensed in anticipation of the blow to come.
Slap! Ned applied the first spank lightly and low, landing just above the base of her right buttock. The resilient flesh was even more satiny than he had imagined, and his hand lingered where it had landed.
"Ooooh!" Lila gasped. "Take your hand off of me!" she demanded in an indignant voice. It was quite apparent that the young beauty was thoroughly outraged by the very idea of having a masculine hand resting on her precious bottom. "Stop it! Let me go! Oh, this is awful! You have no right to do this to me! I'm seventeen years old!"
Smack! The second light smack landed slightly higher on Lila's right bottomcheek, and once again Ned let his hand rest right where it landed.
"Oh!" Lila exclaimed, grimacing slightly but crying out more from anger than discomfort. "Stop! Stop it this instant! Oh, get your hand off me! You filthy ... "
"You have very lovely buttocks, Lila!" Ned tormented the irate teenager. "The type that should be spanked and kissed better!"
"Oh, my God!" Lila shrieked, her voice filled with mounting disgust. "You fiend! Get your hand off me! I never heard of anything so ... so ... "
As Ned lifted his hand from the quivering target, he could see the pleasingly pink results of his previous efforts. Slap! This time the spank landed slightly higher on Lila's right buttock, and once again Ned's hand lingered lewdly on the exquisitely soft mound.
"Ow!" Lila cried out, glancing back at the unspeakably horrible sight of a masculine palm resting familiarly on her almost priceless young bottom. "You ... you can't do this to me! This is terrible! Wait till my father finds out about this!"
By this time Lila's unspanked left cheek was contrasting vividly with her prettily pink right cheek, and Ned decided that it was about time to balance up the color scheme. Slap! Smack! Slap! Spanking lightly and in an almost affectionate manner, Ned initiated Lila's lovely left buttock with his capable masculine palm. Each spank produced the expected reaction from the thoroughly indignant young woman.
"Let me go! Stop! Don't! You have no right to do this to me!" Lila protested. By this time the cute young brunette was continually glancing back over her shoulder with alarm written all over her pretty face, while at the same time her pink bottom constantly flexed and tensed in anxious expectation of the spanks to come. "Let me go! Stop!"
"We've just started, honey!" Ned promised the squirming teenager.
"Oh, no, this is awful! Please, stop! It's humiliating!" Lila pleaded, her voice for the first time reflecting distress rather than outrage. A distraught look on her face, she glanced back at him in an effort to appeal to him with her darkly seductive eyes.
Ned slowly raised his right hand into the air and took careful aim.
"No! No! NO!" Anticipating the punishment to come, Lila squirmed and futilely tried to jerk her buttocks into a more protected position.
Whack! Ned's hand crashed downward against Lila's defenseless buttocks, landing squarely across the crevice and flattening both resilient cheeks.
"Eeeek!" Lila screamed, her brunette head snapping back and her bare feet involuntarily swinging upward. A sharp grimace of pain was clearly visible on her face. "Don't! It hurts! Oh, it hurts something awful!"
Smack! This time Ned concentrated the full force of the spank on Lila's plush right buttock, completely flattening the velvety soft globe.
"Owww!" Lila shrieked, bucking up sharply on his lap with her brunette curls flying. "Stop! Oww! It hurts too much! Quit! Stop it, you're hurting me!" Her face was twisted with pain and there were tears in her eyes.
Whack! Ned's hand landed with equal force on the pretty teenager's left buttock, compressing the tender flesh momentarily. Lila screamed and her legs jerked upward as if pulled on strings, providing him with a flashing glimpse of bright pink feminine meat. Her cute bottom was already as red as her face.
"Ouch, let me go! Please! Oh, no, this is awful!" Lila protested. "How could you do something like this to me? Oh, please, you're hurting me! You don't realize how much it hurts!"
Smack! Whack! Slap! Disregarding the shapely teenager's protests and pleas, Ned began spanking her voluptuous bottom all over and at various angles. Crying and squirming and twisting like a snake, Lila repeatedly swung her lovely, deeply bronzed legs back and forth in an unintentionally appealing manner. Tears were running down both her cheeks and her pretty face was contorted with pain.
"Ouch! Owww! Ooooh, no! Stop, please! Ouch! Ow!" Lila cried out with distress and despair. "It hurts too much! I'm on fire! You're killing me! Oh, please, I can't stand it any more!"
Smack! Whack! Smack! Ned's hand continued to land with distressing regularity on Lila's now bright red buttocks, and to the miserable young girl each smack seemed to be traveling ninety miles an hour as it flattened her rotund posterior like pancakes. Although she knew how much she was exposing herself, Lila had no choice but to jerk her shapely legs hard and wide. Her teenager bottom was aflame with a deeply penetrating flame that made it feel as if she had been sitting on a hot oven.
"Oww! Oooh, noooo! Stop, please! I can't stand it!" Lila wailed. "Ouch! Owww! Oh, boo hoo hoo!" Despairing that her assailant would ever stop the torment he was inflicting on her, the pretty teenager sobbed heartbrokenly. She knew only too well what a spectacle she was making of herself, but at the moment her humiliation was running a distant second to the pain and physical distress she was enduring.
Repeatedly applying the palm of his hand to Lila Lanier's luscious nates, Ned carefully observed every detail of the proceedings. His eyes drank in her pretty, tanned legs swinging merrily back and forth with total abandon, the flashing glimpses of her pink treasure nestled in fluffy brownness, her crimson bottom continually flexing and puckering in an almost frantic fashion, her wriggling and twisting torso, her flying brunette curls and her tear-stained, pain-stricken face. In the informed opinion of Ned Davis, nothing was more erotically appealing than an attractive gal undergoing a hot spanking.
"Ouch! Owww! Stop! I can't take it! Please, I can't!" Lila pleaded between sobs. "You don't realize how ... Ouch! Oh, my God! Owwww! Owwww! Ouch!" Although she did not realize it at the time, her pain and humiliation were mixed with rising sexual desire and the young girl was deliciously, shamefully wet between the legs.
"There, that should be enough for the time being!" Ned finally announced although he really didn't want to stop. He released the sobbing girl and sat back expectantly.
Jumping to her feet, Lila immediately began performing the war dance Ned was anticipating. Clad only in her tiny bikini top, the weeping girl wildly pranced around the room with both hands frantically rubbing her blazing bottom in an effort to reduce some of the heat. Although she tried to keep her back to the older man, in her complete distress she was quite careless and at times gave him a full frontal view of her lushly brunette triangle.
"Come here," Ned finally instructed after spending a few minutes enjoying Lila's impromptu ballet.
"What do you want?" Lila asked, looking anxiously back over her shoulder as she slowly backed over to him with her hands still clutching at her flaming bottom.
"Take your hands away," Ned said, grabbing her wrists and pulling them aside. "I want to kiss it better!"
"Ooooooh!" Lila exclaimed, her voice thrilling with horror at the perverse suggestion. "You ... "
Holding her hands so that she could not escape, Ned leaned forward and planted a firm kiss on her bright red right buttock.
"Oooooh!" Lila's lips formed a wide oval as the intimate kiss sent goose bumps racing through her vibrant young body.
Allowing his lips to linger for a few moments against the velvety smooth, resilient flesh, Ned turned to the left cheek and kissed it in similar fashion.
"Uuuuuh!" Lila exclaimed, wriggling like a worm at the bizarre caress.
"Now, young lady, I want you to sit down on this chair," Ned said, getting to his feet and pulling her in the direction of the chair.
"Oh, I couldn't sit down on it!" Lila protested in a distressed voice. The cute teenager immediately seated herself on the hard chair but immediately hopped back up and started rubbing her burning bottom again.
"Sit down!" Ned demanded, pushing her back into the chair.
"Ooooh!" Lila protested as she gingerly seated herself on the chair, her lips forming a pretty pout. Forced to sit on the hard chair, she could not refrain from squirming cutely. Her eyes suddenly widened with alarm when she noticed that Ned had produced some lengths of clothesline rope. "Oh, no, don't tie me up!" she pleaded. "Please, don't! Please! Please!"
"Let's get this off, first!" Ned announced. Without further ado, he yanked Lila's bikini top off and watched her lush young bosom tumble out into full view.
"Oh, no!" Lila protested, hastily trying to cover herself with her hands.
Using his greater strength to advantage, Ned grabbed her wrists and forced them behind her back. Although Lila attempted to struggle, in a few moments her wrists were tied behind her back to the chair. Another length of rope tied around her waist and the chair gave her no choice but to sit with her freshly spanked bottom resting directly on the chair.
"Who are you? What do you think you're doing anyway?" Lila demanded. The young adolescent was fully aware of the bulging curve in the older man's slacks and couldn't help wondering and worrying about what that might mean.
Ignoring her questions, Ned dropped to his knees and employed two lengths of rope to bind her slender ankles to the legs of the chair. Helpless and uncomfortable, Lila squirmed miserably in the chair and tested the ropes with all four limbs. It was quite apparent that the ropes were secure.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Lila asked, a worried look on her pretty face. "I don't understand."
Straightening up, Ned inspected the naked young girl bound helplessly to the chair. Without bothering to offer any explanations to her, he slowly began disrobing!
"What do you think you're doing?" Lila demanded, her eyes growing wide with horror. "You wouldn't! Oh, no, my God! Oh, no, don't!" The terrified teenager squirmed futilely against the ropes that held her prisoner.
Feasting his eyes on his nude victim's lush figure, Ned stripped off all of his clothes. As he straightened up after discarding his shorts, Lila stared with horror and fascination at his crisply erect, bright red masculine spear. Pounding with blood that left its veins sticking out in bas relief, the elongated shaft was topped with a massive crown that seemed absolutely huge to the helpless young girl.
"Oh, no!" Lila exclaimed, her mouth wide open and her eyes nearly popping at the repugnant yet fascinating sight of masculine arousal. "Oh, my God!" she added, her lips trembling as she found herself involuntarily becoming sexually stimulated in the presence of raw masculine meat. "Please, you can't! Please, I'm not that kind of girl! I'm not! Really!"
"How'd you like to taste some of this, honey?" Ned asked, slowly moving forward with his full erection jutting in front of him.
"Oh, no!" Lila protested, wriggling unhappily in her seat. "Please, don't! Please!" Despite her horror, the helpless young girl could not refrain from staring intently at the huge masculine weapon that loomed so threateningly before her. Her fingers clawed helplessly as she vainly tried to free herself from the tightly drawn bonds.
Ned moved into a position astride the chair, forcing Lila to throw her head back to avoid having her face pressed against his hot, hard manmeat. "Put it in your mouth!" the older man demanded.
"Oh, my God!" Lila protested, trying to keep her face averted as much as possible. "Please, please don't make me do that!" Despite her conscious feelings of revulsion, however, the beautiful young teenager was squirming with sexual arousal. The combined sensations of fear for her safety and sexual stimulation left her in a turmoil of mixed feelings, and she was torn between a desire to resist or to submissively yield to her fate.
"C'mon, honey, you haven't got any choice!" Ned told her. "You're gonna eat cock and you might as well get used to the idea!"
As he spoke, he reached behind Lila's brunette head and gently but firmly pulled it forward. Given no choice in the matter, Lila followed the path of least resistance and did nothing. A few moments later the blushing, tormented teenager found a rock hard, hotly throbbing penis pressed against her soft face. Its virile, powerful presence nearly made her melt with sexual submissiveness, and she was shamefully aware of the girl juices foaming and bubbling in her pungent young pussy.
"Come on, honey, I know you like that hot, hard meat as much as any girl!" Ned told her in a confident voice.
Standing astride the helpless teenager, he beg exploring her entire face with his rigidly erect penis. Blushing like mad and keeping her eyes closed, Lila submitted meekly as the thick, sleek masculine organ poked and rubbed against her chin, lips, cheeks, forehead and first one eye and then the other. Although she would never have dared admit it to anyone, the shapely young nymphet found the lewd assault exquisitely thrilling. In her most secret fantasies she had always yearned for a man who would conquer her and master her, and force her to do things against her will; but her previous experiences with boys who had allowed themselves to be prickteased unmercifully had led her to believe that such males no longer existed. "Ever eaten cock before?" Ned asked, holding her brunette head so that her lips were directly in front of his upright phallus.
"N-no!" Lila weakly stammered.
"Well, start out by pretending that someone has just given you a nice big lollipop to play with!" he suggested. "Go on!" he added when Lila hesitated.
The pretty teenager gulped noticeably and meekly, tentatively extended her pink tongue. As Ned relaxed his grip on her head and watched closely, Lila slowly brought her tongue into contact with the velvety sleek flesh covering the glans of his stiffly erect prick. The thrilling contact of feminine tongue and masculine cock-head made them both take a deep breath, and after a moment's pause Lila naughtily began licking the mushroom-shaped crown as if it were an oversize lollipop.
"That's the way, honey!" Ned instructed. "Now lick it all over!"
Thrilled but embarrassed by the very depths of her soul, Lila willingly obeyed the lewd command. As she licked the enormous head and the lengthy trunk with her pink tongue, her breasts tingled and felt deliciously taut while her hot young pussy continually bubbled with fragrant girl juice. She could feel the hot blood coursing through the magnificent masculine joystick, and her virginal cunny responded with instinctive contractions and spasms of raw physical desire.
Without waiting to be told, Lila eagerly opened her pretty mouth just as far as she could and quickly slipped it down over the head of Ned's rigidly stiff prick.
"Aw, wow, that's the way, honey!" Ned exclaimed, more than a little surprised by the young teenager's initiative. "Now see how much cock you can get in that little mouth of yours!"
Her jaws pried apart in an almost uncomfortable fashion, Lila began working the hot, turgid masculine rod into her deliciously wet little mouth. Her salivary glands quickly began to operate in high gear, filling her mouth and forcing her to pause in order to swallow with loud gulps. Looking down at her, Ned watched as more and more of his brightly red cock disappeared between her full, sensuous lips.
"You're gonna make a great little cocksucker, I can see that already!" the older man remarked in a pleased voice.
Shuddering at his choice of words, Lila nonetheless continued working his madly pounding prick farther and farther into her mouth. The massive organ seemed to fill her mouth completely and at times she was afraid she was going to choke on it, yet at the same time she wanted to get as much of it as possible into her mouth. The sleek head scraped against the roof of her mouth and pressed almost into her throat, giving her a sensation of total oral impalement that was both thrilling and frightening. Her entire body was quivering with sexual arousal and she wished that her hands were free so that she might stimulate herself.
"Now, start sucking on it!" Ned told her. "Just pretend that's a big straw in your mouth!"
Her cheeks collapsing inward, Lila blushingly began sucking on the older man's rigidly erect, rapidly pulsating sexual organ. With her salivary glands operating constantly, the slurping noises were clearly audible to both of them. With her previous lack of experience, Lila was understandably rather apprehensive about the potential results of her sucking efforts although she displayed no outward indication of her concern. At the same time her vibrant teenager body was alive with sexual feelings and she was squirming cutely on her freshly spanked and tender young bottom.
"That feels good, honey!" Ned complimented the youthful fellatrix. "You just keep eating and see what happens!"
Although she trembled at the import of his words, Lila bravely kept her mouth in position over the older man's raging penis. Her mouth continually filled and re-filled with saliva, forcing her at times to simply stop and swallow with a loud gulp. Her helpless fingers clawed continually in a futile effort to free themselves for the purpose of autoerotic gratification. Girl juices formed a small puddle on the chair beneath her as she constantly wriggled about in a turmoil of sexual excitation.
"That's the way! That's the way!" Ned urged. Tormented by the young girl's busy mouth, he began jerking his pelvis back and forth with quick, irregular movements. Giving her no chance to escape, he reached down with both hands and clasped her brunette head in a firm grip. Struggling to hold himself back as long as possible, he began maneuvering her head back and forth with his hands.
"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!" Lila's low and faraway sounding moans mixed discomfort with physical excitement.
Manipulating the pretty teenager's head with his hands, Ned managed to prolong the exquisitely ticklish, pounding sensations in his aching prick to the very last second. Finally, he simply let himself go and exploded. Lila's brunette head snapped back instinctively as hot, murky masculine cream splattered against the roof of her mouth and ricocheted in every direction, filling her mouth to the brim with its tangy, virile fluids. But Ned's firm grip prevented her from retreating and the young adolescent had no choice but to take his entire load right in her mouth.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Ned's exclamation of sheer relief and pleasure was nearly drowned out by the gurgling and gargling sounds that came from Lila's mouth. Nearly overwhelmed by the voluminous quantity of hot, salty semen that inundated her mouth, Lila at first fought to keep from choking. Given no choice, she swallowed the mixture of sperm and saliva with noisy, quick gulps. But as the fountain inside her mouth began to quiet down, she relaxed and began to enjoy the tangy taste that she was experiencing for the first time in her life. Her young and hotly twitching vagina seemed hungry for the same taste, and she secretly hoped that her captor would soon deflower her.
"Wow, that was some blow job, honey!" Ned remarked as he finally stepped back from the seated girl, his dangling cock glistening with her saliva.
Breathless and slightly shamefaced, Lila Lanier stared at the masculine phallus that had violated her young mouth. The pungent taste of cum permeated her senses, and made her squirm with desire for the life-giving fluid. At the same time, she despised and feared her captor and fearfully wondered what he would subject her to next.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked in a quiet voice although she was afraid of what the answer might be.
"Honey, you and your mother have just been kidnapped!" Ned Davis informed her, watching her closely to observe her reaction.
Lila's eyes grew wide with disbelief and horror, and she squirmed against the bonds that held her to the chair. "Oh, no!" she gasped in a sinking voice.
"Your daddy has been given a ransom demand," Ned told her. "But it'll take awhile to complete the arrangements. In the meantime, it's going to be fun and games!"
Lila squirmed in her chair. "Please, don't hurt me!" she burst out impulsively. "I'll do anything you say!"
"You cherry?" Ned asked.
Lila hesitated and then nodded affirmatively.
"Good, then we're gonna take care of that right here and now," he said. "Just go back to work with your mouth, honey!" He once again stepped into a position astride the chair.
The voluptuous young teenager paused as if she wanted to say something, but then meekly worked the head of Ned's limp prick into her wet mouth. Nibbling with her full lips, she began taking more and more of it between her teeth. Ned watched with great interest as his gleaming cock disappeared into the young girl's delectable oral cavity.
"That's the way, honey!" the older man told her. "You really go for that meat, don't you?"
Lila worked the slack tool into her mouth until her lips were brushing against his pubic hairs, and then began sucking on it with audible slurping sounds. It was only moments before she could feel the supple masculine organ starting to expand and firm up, and ripples of sexual excitement once again stirred in her young body as she realized that she was fellating the very instrument that was going to deflower her. Swallowing her saliva with loud gulps, she simultaneously sucked and flicked with her tongue.
"Keep doing it!" Ned spoke in an encouraging voice. "Just as soon as it's hard, I'm gonna lay your little ass out on top of that desk and fuck the hell out of you!"
Wriggling with fear and excitement at the crudely worded threat, Lila sucked and tongued for all she was worth. Her lovely young breasts were taut with sexual arousal, and her virginal pussy was dripping with girlish anticipation. In a few moments Ned's revived cock had expanded to a magnificent erection, filling her mouth completely and giving her a prelude of the dilation her vagina would soon enjoy.
"Okay, honey, that's enough of that for the time being!" Ned told her.
Stepping back, he quickly began untying his squirming victim. Freed from the rope bonds, Lila made no attempt to resist as he lifted her and carried her over to the large office desk that adorned one part of the room. Placing her down gently on top of the wooden desk, the older man looked down greedily at her ripe, taut breasts and the glittering pink gash between her legs. Her brunette hair was matted and tangled, and the entire area was glistening with girlish dew.
"What a piece of ass you're gonna make!" he told her, licking his lips with anticipation.
"Please don't hurt me!" Lila pleaded, gazing somewhat fearfully at his jutting erection.
"It's gotta hurt a little if you're cherry!" Ned told her as he knelt on top of the desk at her feet. "But don't worry, you're gonna love it before I'm through with you!"
With that he employed his hands to spread her knees apart, and moved forward between her smooth bare legs. Lying on top of the desk with her tapering young thighs lewdly thrown open for the older man's advances, Lila found herself experiencing a torment of conflicting desires. One part of her wanted to resist giving away her most precious treasure, yet at the same time she wanted to surrender to the magnificent phallus that had already deflowered her mouth. But the desire for submission was mingled with fear of the pain of defloration, which she understood could be quite intense.
Ned stretched out on top of her, resting on his knees and forearms. He was so much bigger that Lila felt quite small and helpless beneath him, and the pretty seventeen-year-old could not refrain from squirming with anticipation.
"Oh, please, I know it's going to hurt!" Lila burst out impulsively, losing her nerve at the last second.
"Just a little!" Ned assured her, maneuvering to align his rigid, madly pulsating prick with her dripping little cunt.
The mushroom-shaped crown found the juicy outer labia, and Lila trembled violently at the first contact of raw male and female meat. Ned thrust forward slightly, pushing through and expanding the wet outer folds.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, I'm scared!" Lila exclaimed, unaware that she had flung her bare arms and legs around her captor.
Ned thrust forward until the head of his pounding cock was pressing against her hymen. "Hang on, honey!" he told her, pressing her down against the top of the desk as he prepared to deflower her.
"Oh, no! Oh! Oh!" Fearful and trembling, Lila awaited the onslaught with a variety of feelings. "Oh, I don't ... Oh ... Oh ... "
Taking in a deep breath, Ned thrust forward with all his might. Lila was aware of a tearing sensation followed by a vivid flash of pain.
"OWWWW!" the young girl screamed, instinctively struggling against the searing pain that flashed like lightning through her midsection.
Ned's hotly throbbing cock plunged through the broken membrane and quickly dilated her wet, delightfully tight vagina. Gasping a little, he lay triumphantly on top of his small, soft victim with their sexual organs completely united.
"Your cherry's completely busted, honey!" Ned announced in a satisfied voice.
"It hurts!" Lila protested, although the pain was already starting to subside and she was beginning to enjoy the new sensation of having a hot, hard penis penetrating deeply into her vagina. Her legs were hooked around the backs of his thighs, while her fingernails were digging into his back.
"You're gonna love it before I'm through with you!" Ned promised. "Just you wait and see!"
After resting for a few moments to enjoy the young girl's lush vagina, Ned began stroking back and forth with deliberately restrained movements.
"Oh! Oh!" Lila exclaimed, surprised and delighted by the strange pumping movements that she was experiencing for the first time in her life. Without at first realizing what she was doing, she instinctively began responding with thrusts of her own voluptuous little bottom.
"Your pussy feels nice and tight!" Ned told the squirming girl beneath him. "Really tight!"
"Oh, it feels so big in me!" Lila exclaimed. "Tell me what to do! Tell me!"
"Just shake your ass around, honey!" Ned instructed. "That's the way! I'm gonna be fucking a lot harder and faster than I am now, so you better hold on tight!"
Her smooth bare arms and legs coiled around her captor, Lila eagerly awaited the attack. She was not disappointed. Ned was in a dominant, aggressive mood, and was quite determined to break in the young filly pinned to the desk top beneath him. Although he deliberately held himself back to prolong the exquisite coital sensations, he pumped with progressively faster movements. The squishy sounds of hot, hard cock riding back and forth in a deliciously wet pussy were audible from time to time despite the labored breathing of the two participants.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" Lila pleaded although she felt ashamed to act in such a braze fashion. "Fuck me! Harder! My cunts needs it so bad!"
Ned's massive, elongated cock and Lila's wet little box meshed together like two well oiled pieces of machinery. Despite her inexperience Lila was moving and throwing her hips around under him with practiced movements, and Ned could feel the eager walls of her juicy young pussy grabbing and snapping at his masculine harpoon, as if trying to suck it entirely into her. Her sharp fingernails were starting to dig and claw deeply into his back like spurs.
"Harder! Harder! I need it so bad!" Lila pleaded in a breathless, hoarse voice. "Oh, my pussy feels so hot! So hot! So very ... Oh! Oooooh! Ooooooh!"
With progressively faster and more spasmodic movements, the two of them thrust back and forth atop the desk. Although at times dismayed by the intensity of her response, Lila clawed and squirmed and struggled under him, throwing her plump young bottom up to meet every forward thrust. Her young cunt felt deliciously hot and ticklish, and almost electric surges of sexual energy were racing through her entire body. She had never dreamed that sexual intercourse could be such a raw, savage experience.
"Harder! Oh, my! Ooooh! Oooooh!" Lila repeatedly exclaimed although she was becoming too breathless to get the words out distinctly. "Harder! Harder! Ooooh!!"
Thoroughly challenged by the struggling young brunette beneath him, Ned began pumping with all his might. The almost brutal thrusts rammed his red-hot, aching prick all the way into the lush, juicy tunnel, forcing loud, passionate gasps from the distraught teenager. Her smooth legs were squeezed tightly around him and she was holding on like a barnacle. It was readily apparent that she was destined for an intense climax.
"Ooh! Ooooh! I can't believe it!" Lila spoke in an incredulous, ecstatic voice. "Ooooh! Oh, my pussy's so hot! Oooh! Oooooh! Oh, my God!"
Ned was no longer making any attempt to hold himself back. Sensing that victory was at hand, he slammed up and down with all he had, crushing the young girl's voluptuous body under him with punishing strokes. Tormented beyond endurance by the brutal fucking the older man was administering, Lila found herself on the verge of hysterics. Her vaginal walls were rapidly contracting and her tiny clitoris, continually scraped and titillated by the rapidly thrusting masculine spear, was frantically twitching with voluptuous pleasure.
"Oooooh! Ooooooh! I'm cummmmmiiinnngggg!" Lila cried out joyously. "Ooooooh!"
With perfect timing, Ned slammed forward and, ramming his wildly pulsating cock in to the hilt, exploded. The hot blasts of masculine cream deep inside her hit Lila like an earthquake. Crying and delirious with sexual arousal, the young girl found herself experiencing her first coital orgasm. Tossing and jerking her hips around with wild abandon, she instinctively sucked inward with her vaginal muscles in an effort to suck the twitching masculine intruder all the way into her.
"Ooooh! Ooooooh! Oooooooh!" Lila gasped, completely intoxicated with sexual exhilaration. "Ooooh! Oooooooh!" In the back of her mind, the pretty seventeen-year-old was hoping that her father wouldn't be in too big of a hurry to raise that ransom money.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Stand at attention, Mrs. Lanier!" Max Thompson commanded, a trace of amusement on his face.
Still attired in her humiliating, too short chambermaid outfit, black stockings and pumps, Barbara Lanier miserably obeyed the mortifying command. The well-to-do woman had just completed the degrading work assignment her captor had given her, and felt quite tired from so much enforced activity. Fearful for her daughter's safety and convinced that her tormentor would stop at nothing, she kept telling herself that there was no choice but to submit to his humiliating demands, no matter how unreasonable.
"I've just completed inspecting your work, Mrs. Lanier," Max told her. He was holding a yardstick that Barbara found more than a little disconcerting. "Not nearly good enough, I'm afraid," he went on, consulting a scrap of paper where he had apparently made some notes. "Room 221: bath tub dirty. Room 217: beds not made properly. Room 214: not dusted. And so on and on. I'm afraid you require some discipline!"
Barbara gulped and wanted to protest. Holding the yardstick menacingly in his hand, Max walked around looking at her disapprovingly.
"Roll those stockings down, Mrs. Lanier!" he directed, pointing with the yardstick toward her shapely legs. "Very neatly and clear to the ankles!"
"W-what are you going to do?" Barbara stammered, puzzled by the unusual request and trying not to think about the embarrassment of rolling her nylons down in front of him.
"You'll find out!" Max told her. "Hurry up!"
Blushing and trying very hard to pretend he was not present, Barbara complied with the embarrassing order. Max watched with obvious appreciation as black nylon slowly departed from milk white flesh. A few moments later Barbara, blushing hotly from the embarrassing experience, stood in front of her captor with her nylons rolled neatly to her ankles.
"Now turn around and hold your uniform up with both hands!" Max demanded.
Having no doubt what he planned to do with the yardstick, Barbara haplessly obeyed. The humiliation of it all brought tears to her eyes and she was finding it difficult to maintain her composure. A tongue-in-cheek look of amusement on his face, Max moved to a position in back and to the left of her with the yardstick extended. His eyes quickly noted the swelling curves of her calves and the tapering fullness of her thighs, carnation white and contrasting vividly with her rolled black stockings.
"Now, hold still, Mrs. Lanier!" he told the once proud woman, measuring the yardstick carefully against her bare calves.
Determined not to give him any satisfaction, Barbara stood grimly but fearfully awaiting the humiliating chastisement. At times, it all seemed so bizarre that she could hardly believe that it was really happening to her. Swish! Whack! The whippy yardstick, landing across both calves with a fiery kiss, jarred her back to reality.
"Ow!" Barbara involuntarily exclaimed through clenched teeth although she quickly realized that the sting was more humiliating than physically painful.
"Hold still, Mrs. Lanier," Max directed, his demeanor making it quite apparent that he was thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to dominate and discipline the attractive matron.
Tears of humiliation dripping down her cheeks, Barbara stood meekly holding her blue uniform up to expose her bare legs. Thwack! Whack! Slap! Max disciplined the backs of her legs and thighs with the yardstick, flicking it at various angles and watching the red lines quickly form. The cumulative effect of the switching produced a hot, uncomfortable sensation that left Barbara biting her lips and resisting a temptation to stamp her feet up and down.
"Mmmmm! Oooooh!" Barbara exclaimed, trying her best not to display any reaction to the abusive mistreatment. Oh, this is awful, she told herself. I can't believe anyone would treat me this way! He's so sadistic!
Although Barbara Lanier was not aware of it at the moment, Max had something in mind for her that was far more humiliating than the mild physical punishment he was administering. Abruptly discontinuing the switching, he stepped back for a different view of the attractive woman's shapely but switch-reddened legs.
"Now I have a very challenging assignment in store for you, Mrs. Lanier!" he said, turning her around so that he could see her face. "Our bellboy is doubling as desk clerk right at the moment. I want you to go down there and seduce him right on the spot!!! Perform any sex act he wants!!!"
"What?" Barbara could hardly believe her ears. Her knees nearly buckled and she stared incredulously at her tormentor.
"You heard me, Mrs. Lanier!" Max told her with a sadistic grin.
"Oh, no, you couldn't!" Barbara protested. "Oh, don't make me do something like that!" For a moment the aristocratic woman was tempted to drop to her knees to beg her captor to spare her that degradation. "Please, I couldn't possibly do something like that! Oh, please! People will see ... "
"You have no choice!" Max replied. "Things can get a lot rougher for you if you don't cooperate," he added in a quietly menacing voice.
Once again Barbara knew she had no choice but to obey her fiendish tormentor. "I can't go down to the lobby looking like this!" she protested, looking downward at the blue chambermaid uniform and rolled down stockings. The hapless woman reached down as if to roll up her stockings.
"No, no," Max stopped her. "Leave them down. After all, you may be down on your knees and you wouldn't want to get a run in them!"
"Ooooh!" Barbara couldn't conceal her disgust at the vile implications of his words.
"Go on!" Max told her. "You ought to consider yourself lucky. The bellboy who's on duty now is young enough to be your son!"
"Oooooh!" Barbara flashed her captor a hate-filled look as she haplessly departed on the degrading assignment.
Don Porter, the nineteen-year-old bellboy on duty at the front desk, blinked with obvious surprise. It was the first time he had seen a white woman wearing the blue cotton chambermaid uniform. Moreover, her hotly blushing face, bare legs and rolled down stockings created a mildly comical yet sexually intriguing effect. Although he had never seen her before, he knew at once that the embarrassed woman was the involuntary guest his employers had told him about.
"Maids are normally not allowed in the lobby," he said in a sarcastic voice as Barbara approached the desk.
Embarrassed beyond description and continually looking around to see if anyone was watching, Barbara felt completely tongue-tied as she stood at the desk before the teenager bellboy.
"What is it?" Don asked, quite amused by her obvious embarrassment. "Like I said, maids aren't allowed in the lobby. This is a high class joint, you know!"
Barbara gulped at his insulting words. "I suppose you know why I'm here," she spoke in a persecuted voice.
"Why, I haven't the slightest idea," he replied in an amused voice.
"Please, don't make me say it!" Barbara spoke out impulsively, hoping he would not prove to be as mean as the motel proprietor. Like many women of her age and background, she found the idea of aggressively approaching a member of the opposite sex highly brazen and almost unthinkable. Her cheeks were burning furiously and she was keeping her eyes demurely lowered.
"Say what?" Don asked, grinning at her and making it quite apparent that he was enjoying her discomfiture.
"Well, I'm here...." Barbara really didn't know what to say. "I mean ... Y-you can do w-whatever you want ... "
Don would have loved to have forced her to be more specific, but the well built teenager could see that that would be quite a protracted affair. "Why don't you just come around behind the desk?" he said, smiling like a cat who had just trapped a mouse.
Feeling weak in the knees and hastily looking around to see if others were present, Barbara entered through the gate that separated the check-in desk from the rest of the lobby. Don seated himself casually at the chair behind the desk and looked with amusement at the miserable older woman. He did not fail to discern that her shapeless uniform covered an attractive figure.
"How'd you like to have a snack?" he asked with a bemused grin.
Barbara was afraid to answer.
"Let's say, a nice juicy meat and cream sandwich!" Don suggested, relishing his own lewd choice of words.
"Oooooh!" Barbara gasped with disgust, her knees growing weak under her.
"Go on!" Don suggested, spreading his legs and pointing downward. "Why don't you just open this up and see what you find there!"
"Oooooh!" Barbara gasped, once again casting a quick glance around the lobby. Fortunately, there was no one in sight. "Not here! I never heard-"
"Come on!" Don coaxed, pointing downward.
"Oh, how filthy!" Barbara shuddered. The hapless matron noticed the anticipatory curve that was already starting to form in the young man's red uniform trousers. "I've never ... I'm a respectable woman! I couldn't do ... "
The young bellboy found her attitude amusing. "Come on, Mrs. Lanier," he said with a wide grin. "It's about time you had some cock in your mouth! All the girls are doing it these days, and there's no reason why a woman your age couldn't learn!"
"Ooooh!" Barbara was too outraged to reply. Yet at the same time she wondered if there weren't some truth in what he said.
"Come on!" Don pointed downward once again. "If you're going to force me...." Barbara exclaimed in a despairing voice, casting a martyred look at her adolescent tormentor as she knelt before him. As her bare knees came into contact with the floor, for some reason she recalled Max Thompson's earlier remark about the necessity of keeping her stockings rolled down. Blushing a deep magenta, the attractive matron gulped more than once as she stared at the masculine bulge in the young bellboy's trousers.
"Go on, take it out of my pants yourself!" Don instructed with an amused look on his face.
"Oooh, please!" Barbara protested. The very idea of behaving in such a shamelessly aggressive fashion was exquisitely degrading to the sheltered, inexperienced woman.
"Quit stalling!" Don told her. "Come on!"
Embarrassed nearly to tears and working with fumbling fingers, the hapless older woman worked the young man's zipper downward. Pulling his fly open she tentatively reached inside his cotton shorts. The moment her hand touched his incredibly smooth but hard and hotly pounding penis, the brunette matron melted with sexual submissiveness. Trying to conceal her rising excitement, she pulled the bright red masculine weapon out into full view and stared avidly at the bulbous, purplish-hued head and thick, blood-engorged trunk.
"Don't tell me you wouldn't want to have something like that in your mouth!" Don tormented to the blushing woman.
Although she couldn't bring herself to admit it, Barbara intuitively knew that her respectability was going down in shipwreck. I'm being forced to do this, she kept telling herself as a face-saving gesture. Although totally enthralled by his magnificently erect, madly pulsating phallus, she despised the young man who sat leaning back comfortably in his chair grinning down at her with total superiority. What right did he have to humiliate a woman of her background like that?
"Start eating cock, Mrs. Lanier!" Don commanded in a bemused tone of voice. "Sucking prick isn't all that big a deal!"
Holding the pounding trunk of his penis outward at a forty-five degree angle, Barbara gulped as she gazed at the plum-shaped glans with its tiny meatus and circumcisional groove. Repeatedly telling herself that she was being forced and had absolutely no choice in the matter, the comely housewife slowly and reluctantly opened her pretty mouth and leaned forward. As she did so, she tried very much to forget the motel lobby surroundings and the humiliating chambermaid uniform she was wearing. Her lips brushed against the velvety sleekness of the young man's cock-head as she slipped it into her mouth, and with a mixture of despair and excitement Barbara realized that she had become a cocksucker.
"Ahhhh!" Don exclaimed with satisfaction the delectable effect of the older woman's wet, warm mouth suddenly hit him. "Beautiful! That's the way!"
Shuddering with alternating waves of humiliation and sexual arousal, Barbara began working the magnificent slab of raw, hot masculine meat into her mouth. Her face was hot with shame and she was keeping her eyes tightly closed. Hoping that her youthful tormentor would not notice, she could not refrain from rubbing one hand over her blue uniform skirt at the fork of her legs. Foaming feminine cream made her panties feel sticky and uncomfortable.
"Yeah, that's right, get as much of it in your mouth as you can!" Don told her. "See, eating prick isn't such a big deal after all, is it?" he asked although he obviously did not expect an answer.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Barbara moaned. The inexperienced woman was more than a little dismayed to find that having her mouth tightly jammed with hot, hard cock could be a highly thrilling experience. At the same time she could not bring herself to admit that she would ever voluntarily perform such a shameful act, and repeatedly kept telling herself that she had no choice in the matter.
"Take your time!" Don told her. The young teenager leaned back comfortably in his chair to enjoy being eaten by the older woman.
Apart from occasionally casting an appraising eye at one of her daughter's boy friends, Barbara had never dreamed of having a sexual encounter with such a youthful companion. Thrilled and aroused by the hotly pounding masculine pleasure tool in her mouth, the attractive matron began sucking on it with an undisguised relish that made her ashamed of herself. Her cheeks drawn deeply inward, she tried to ignore the lewd slurping sounds from within her mouth formed by the combination of sucking and salivation. Using one hand to hold the throbbing masculine organ at the proper angle, she feverishly stroked herself with her other hand in autoerotic debasement.
"Feels great!" Don spoke enthusiastically. "It isn't every day that a bellboy gets a blow job from a maid!" He might have added "right in the lobby" but he didn't.
Pausing to swallow a mouth full of accumulated saliva, Barbara turned her head from one side to the other to get the feeling of having it in her mouth at different angles. The bulb-shaped head pushed outward first against one cheek and then the other, and the older woman was pleasantly surprised by the thrilling effect of being penetrated at such an angle. Although she would never have dared confess it to anyone, Barbara was secretly enjoying her initiation as a fellatrix. It was not just the perverted act itself that she was performing for the very first time in her life, but also the brazen public nature of it all as well as her downgrading to the role of white chambermaid.
"Mmmmm, wow! That's the way to gnaw on it!" Don told her. "You're a born cocksucker!"
The awful word made Barbara shudder, but at the same time there was something of a thrill in being addressed in that manner. Feeling the young bellboy's hands roaming through her brunette hair in a somewhat urgent fashion, the older woman resumed her sucking efforts with an enthusiasm that dismayed her. Thoughts about his forthcoming climax began to permeate her consciousness, and she looked forward to that event with mixed feelings of excitement and loathing. She wondered what it would taste like and whether she could escape if she couldn't stand it.
"Wow, baby, wow!" Don kept verbally encouraging her. "That's the way! Wowee! Feels great!" The well built teenager was starting to squirm back and forth in his seat with quick, jerky movements.
Sucking for all she was worth, Barbara slipped one hand under her uniform and worked a finger under the legband of her panties. Thoroughly immersed in the sopping wetness of her overheated pussy, her finger quickly slid between the plump outer labia and zeroed in on her vibrant, tingling clitoris. The sudden autoerotic stimulus made her tremble violently, and the older woman found herself eagerly performing the double role of fellatio and masturbation.
"Oh, wow, I can't stand it any more!" Don exclaimed, thrusting his pelvis back and forth in a nearly uncontrolled manner.
Clasping his hands down firmly over the older woman's brunette head, the highly aroused teenager began forcing her head up and down in a forceful manner. Feeling completely trapped and at his mercy, Barbara surrendered and awaited the final onslaught with total passivity. Her busy finger worked frantically in the warm waterfall between her legs, stroking her twitching love bud in a fierce demand for self-gratification. She was completely breathless and at times felt that she was simply going to swoon from the combined feelings of arousal and degradation.
"Wowwwww!" Don cried out in an exuberant voice. The excited teenager rose part way out of his chair as he blasted his hot, sticky cum directly into the older woman's mouth with vigorous spurts.
Although she was expecting the assault, Barbara was still surprised by the huge quantity of masculine cream that suddenly squirted into her mouth. Her head jerked back in an instinctive reflex, but the young bellboy's unyielding hands did not permit her to escape. Gurgling and gargling on the rich, surprisingly tasty, fluids, Barbara became a full-fl-edged fellatrix. At the same time her rapidly plunging finger brought her the relief she had been seeking, and she found herself enjoying a blissful climax.
"Oh, boy!" Don exclaimed with relief as he slowly settled back into his chair.
Released at last, Barbara breathlessly swallowed the milky masculine fluid. The salty taste would not go away, but she found herself enjoying the residual flavor. Shamefaced, she could not look up at her youthful tormentor. As sanity began to return, the thought that she had knelt and given a blow job to the young man filled her with thoughts of degradation and shame. She wondered if she would ever recover her self-respect.
"I think the boss has probably got some more assignments for you, lady," Don told her.
As she departed from the lobby, Barbara noticed that she had been observed by an incoming couple and felt deeply ashamed of her chambermaid uniform and rolled down stockings.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lila Lanier's head was in a whirl. Two days of captivity had gone by, and the cute teenager was beginning to lose track of all of the things that had happened to her. She had also been given a blue cotton uniform to wear and had been put to work as a chambermaid in another section of the motel complex. Although she was not as class conscious as her mother, she nevertheless felt humiliated and slightly uncomfortable in the drab, loose fitting garment. As a way of compensation, she made a point of wearing her best undies and nylons.
Apart from her initiation at the hands of Ned Davis, there had been a couple of other incidents. Steve Carter, having just returned from delivering the ransom demand to her father, had caught her by surprise and dragged her into the laundry supply room. Quickly, he lashed her wrists to an overhead pipe, rolled her blue uniform up to the waist and held it there with his own belt, and then summarily stripped off her black panties. The jackhammer-type fucking he thereupon administered from the rear was almost brutal and totally selfish in its approach, yet Lila was quite dismayed by the intensity of her own climax.
And earlier that morning, Don Porter, fresh from his conquest of Lila's mother's mouth, sought the same service from the cute teenager. Taking the unprotesting teenager to a small restroom and locking the door behind them, the young man made his desires known in quite crude language. Although she blushed and squirmed naughtily throughout, Lila had all too willingly allowed her hot young mouth to be used as a substitute vagina. She had taken his climax like a young kitten lapping up a saucer of warm cream.
Lila had no doubt that her captivity was the most exhilarating thing that had ever happened to her. The fact that she was a prisoner provided her with a convenient excuse to do some of the things that she had always wanted to do, and had never quite had the nerve to do. Although her careless captors had given her numerous opportunities to escape or at least call for help, for the moment at least she was quite content with her role of sexual plaything. Yet she was quite unprepared for the next episode in her young life.
"I wonder what'll happen next," Lila wondered aloud as she sat in the small room where she had been ordered to wait.
The answer was forthcoming. The door opened and Max Thompson appeared in the doorway, his eyes lighting up as he caught sight of the pretty teenager. A little startled by his sudden arrival, Lila felt her heart skip a beat when she noticed that the older man was accompanied by a young woman in her twenties.
"Come in, honey," Max remarked to his female companion. Her name was Kathleen Grant and she was Max Thompson's intended fiance. She was a platinum blonde, rather cheap looking young woman whose buxom figure was out-lined in a formfitting red sweater and pleated white skirt.
The two of them entered the room, closed the door and stood looking at Lila. A little uneasily, Lila stood up and tugged at the hem of her blue chambermaid uniform. Having another female see her in that attire was quite embarrassing and Lila's cheeks felt hot as she avoided their curious glances.
"Well, what do you think?" Max asked his girl friend, nudging her with his elbow in a manner that suggested he found the occasion rather bawdy.
"She looks awful in that uniform," Kathleen replied.
"Well, she don't have to keep it on!" Max replied with a hearty laugh. He sat down on a leather couch and motioned for Kathleen to join him.
Puzzled and quite embarrassed, Lila wondered what they wanted. However, it was quite obvious that they had something in mind that involved her.
"Okay, honey, why don't you do a little striptease for us?" Max suggested, laughing and once again nudging his companion.
Lila gulped and hoped he was only jesting.
"Come on, honey, don't make us get rough with you!" Max added when he saw that she was holding back.
Lila wasn't sure she could bring herself to do it. It wouldn't have been too bad if she were alone with him, but having to undress completely in the presence of another female was humiliation itself. Hoping that something would intervene to cut shot the proceedings, she began removing her chambermaid uniform. At least she would be rid of that hateful garment.
"Now look at that!" Max remarked as Lila removed the cotton dress and stood in front of them attired only in black nylon lace brassiere, matching panties, black garter belt with red ribbons attached to each suspender belt and ultra-sheer black nylon stockings.
"Really expensive duds, I gotta' admit!" Kathleen remarked.
To Lila it seemed that the female spectator was watching her with even more interest than Max, and the idea was more than a little disconcerting.
"Well, I told you, the kid's got a lot of class," Max replied to his companion. "Now, kid," he turned his attention to Lila. "Take off your bra and pants, but leave the rest on!"
Lila gulped and hesitated, trying to decide which garment to remove first. It was not a pleasant voice. Blushing to the roots of her dark brown hair, she reached behind her back and unsnapped her brassiere. The two spectators watched with unconcealed interest as Lila's silky young breasts tumbled seductively out of the satin cones of the brassiere, and jounced provocatively in front of them. Although proud of her pectoral development, Lila felt exquisitely embarrassed and self-conscious at the attention she was receiving. She had to suppress a desire to simply cover herself with both hands and stand there.
"Come on, kid, get the panties off!" Max demanded in a somewhat impatient voice.
A cardinal hue suffusing both her pretty cheeks, Lila slipped her fingers into the waistband of her black panties and slowly began peeling them down. The two observers watched with great interest as the wispy garment came down to reveal a rich triangle of lush brown hair, and Lila knew only too well how much she was exposing herself as she lifted first one foot and then the other to discard the panties.
"She sure has a great figure, doesn't she?" Max asked, nudging his partner as Lila stood blushingly in front of them attired only in her garter belt and stockings.
"Better than mine?" Kathleen asked with a tinge of jealousy in her voice.
"Why don't you give me a chance to compare?" Max asked with an amused grin.
Without further ado, Kathleen leaped to her feet and began disrobing. Feeling quite ill at ease by the other female's disturbing presence, Lila watched as Kathleen quickly kicked off her spike pumps and began peeling her red sweater off over the top of her blonde head. Her fully packed white brassiere was swollen into two steeply pointed cones.
"This is gonna be interesting!" Max remarked, his eyes alternating between the two females.
Unfastening her white skirt, Kathleen quickly stepped out of it. Her garter belt and panties were a frilly white and the former held up a pair of tautly suspended beige nylons. Seating herself on a straight chair, the buxom blonde unfastened and provocatively rolled down and removed first one stocking and then the other. Max watched quite intently and it was readily apparent that he was erotically stimulated by the sight of an attractive woman removing her stockings.
Getting to her feet once again, Kathleen unfastened her garter belt and slowly stripped down her panties. The triangle of thickly curled hair at the fork of her legs was several shades darker than the hair on her head, and a flash of coral meat was visible as she stepped out of the panties. Feeling decidedly uneasy at the disturbing presence of another completely nude female, Lila tried to stand away from her and attempted to avoid looking in her direction as much as possible.
"Well, what do you think?" Kathleen asked, apparently requesting that he compare their respective figures.
"I'll let you know," Max replied with a laugh. He himself was in the process of disrobing and Lila found herself gazing with interest and curiosity at the lump in his shorts. Discarding his shorts and straightening up afterward, Max displayed a fully mobilized masculine assault weapon that once again made Lila enjoy the captivity that had been thrust upon her.
"Oh, Maxie, baby, what a cock you got!" Kathleen exclaimed, running over to him and shamelessly grabbing his rigid prick while letting her pendulous breasts rub against him. "Are we gonna play some fun and games?"
"We sure are, baby!" Max replied. The two females watched as he went over to a closet and produced some lengths of white clothesline rope.
"What are you going to do?" Lila asked somewhat uneasily as he pulled a wooden bench out to the center of the room.
"You'll see, honey," Max promised her. "Now sit down here with your legs straddling the bench."
Feeling more than a little apprehensive, Lila seated herself astride the bench with her stocking-clad legs pulled apart. Taking two lengths of rope, Max quickly knelt and tied her slender ankles to separate legs of the bench. The white ropes stood out vividly against her black stockings.
"Now, lie back this way," he said, taking her by the shoulders and forcing her to lie supine on the bench. Her head was extended over the end of the bench and the position was none too comfortable. Working quickly, Max tied the young girl's wrists to the other legs of the bench, leaving her completely helpless and vulnerable.
"Please," Lila protested mildly. "This is uncomfortable."
"With your head extended over the bench like that, you'll be amazed how far I can get it into your mouth!" Max advised the helpless girl with a lewd smile.
"And what's in for me?" Kathleen spoke up, viewing her male companion somewhat suspiciously.
"Since she's going to be eating me, it looks as if there's only one thing left for you to do!" Max replied with a suggestive leer.
"Oh, no!" Kathleen announced, backing away.
"Oh, yes!" Max spoke with obvious relish.
"Max, how many times have I told you that I'm not bi!" Kathleen protested, still backing away. "Now I'm not going in for any of that stuff! I couldn't! I couldn't possibly!"
Realizing what the two of them were talking about, Lila shuddered visibly. Like many girls of her age, the pretty brunette was deeply fearful of anything that had Lesbian connotations.
"You're going to whether you want to or not!" Max announced, advancing toward his girl friend in menacing fashion.
"Max, I'm not bi! I'm not!" Kathleen spoke with growing alarm. "Now, don't you force me to do that! I warn you! You can't make a woman do something like that! It's indecent!"
Max grabbed her wrist and quickly twisted it behind her back.
"Ouch! Let me go!" Kathleen exclaimed. "You can't make me do that! You can't!"
With an amused look on his face, Max seated himself on a chair, pulled a wriggling Kathleen between his legs, and easily flipped her face down over his lap.
"Please, don't spank me!" Kathleen protested in an indignant voice. "Don't! Please!"
Smack! Max's hand landed noisily on his girl friend's lusciously buxom bottom.
"OWWW!" Kathleen squealed, her blonde head snapping back with a flash of curls. "Stop! Stop!"
Smack! Whack! Smack! Max wasted no time going to work with solid, splattering spanks that flattened the young woman's resilient, well padded bottom. Every spank was applied with a swooping arc of his right arm, and he spread the blows around across both girlishly wide globes.
"Ouch! Stop! Owww! Ouch!" Kathleen cried out in genuine distress. "It hurts! Ouch! Stop!"
"You're gonna get spanked until you agree to suck pussy!" Max warned her.
"Oh, no, no! No!" Kathleen protested furiously.
Whack! Smack! Splat! Kathleen's curvaceous buttocks were already an enticing shade of scarlet, and were jerking and flexing frantically in response to the painful spanks. From her position on the bench, Lila could do nothing but passively watch the bizarre proceedings. Unaware that there was any play acting between the two of them, she genuinely sympathized with her fellow feminine victim.
"Going to suck pussy now?" Max asked, pausing momentarily.
"No! No! No!" Kathleen was still defiant although her burning bottom had reduced her to tears.
Smack! Whack! The vigorous assault commenced again and Max seemed to be applying the blows even more forcefully. Alternating between his victim's hotly glowing cheeks, he applied the energetic whacks with almost deafening splats.
"Ouch! Ow! Oh, no! Oh, boo hoo hoo!" Kathleen sobbed in despair, her spank reddened bottom simply twitching between Max's thighs.
"Ready to suck cunt now?" Max asked in a grim voice.
Kathleen paused. "All right, al-all right!" she finally managed to stammer between tears. "If you're going to force me! Oh, it's awful!"
Still holding her wrist behind her back, Max lifted the weeping and distraught woman to her feet. As he escorted her over to the bench where Lila lay in helpless vulnerability, Kathleen tried not to look at the feminine grotto which she was scheduled to worship.
"Oh, don't make her! Please!" Lila pleaded, horrified at the distress the older woman was enduring.
"Go on! Eat it!" Max demanded, forcing Kathleen to a kneeling position between Lila's bound ankles.
"Oh, my God, Max, this is horrible!" Kathleen protested, sobbing and casting shamefaced, fretful glances at Lila's pink jewel.
"Put your face in there and start eating!" Max demanded in a loud voice.
With one final sob of despair, Kathleen capitulated. Trembling violently and overcome with emotion, the attractive platinum blonde abruptly buried her face in Lila's wantonly displayed little pussy. While Max watched with a gleeful smirk on his face, Kathleen vigorously began working her pink tongue up and down in Lila's coral groove.
"Oh! Oh!" Lila gasped, squirming with pleasure despite the Lesbian nature of the experience. Considering all of the opposition her female partner had offered, Lila was quite astonished by the vigor of Kathleen's oral assault. Once she had surrendered to the ultimate Lesbian embrace, the older woman began behaving as if she had been eating pussy all of her life.
"Make her come! Keep your face down there until she comes!" Max ordered in a firm voice. Keeping a careful eye on his humbled girl friend, he moved into a kneeling position behind Lila's helpless figure. "Now, just let your head hang back over the bench," he told her, "and I'll give you your supper!"
Thrilled but apprehensive about the experience to come, Lila lay with her head back in Max's hands and her mouth submissively opened. His stiffly erect, bone hard cock brushed against her forehead and nose, and the helplessly bound teenager tensed in anticipation of the lewd assault to follow. The swollen crown slipped into her wet mouth and she could hear Max's highly pleased grunt.
"From this angle I can get it all the way into your throat, honey!" Max told her. "Just take it easy and don't lose your head!"
Constantly aware of Kathleen's busily probing tongue, Lila groaned with a mixture of excitement and fear as Max began feeding more and more of his turgid prick into her mouth. Her ankles and wrists instinctively tried to break free of the bonds that held her, but she had no choice but to submit to the bizarre double assault inflicted by her captor and his girl friend.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" Lila moaned, fearful that she would strangle on the masculine invader that kept probing deeper and deeper into her mouth. The angle of penetration permitted a much deeper insertion than Lila had imagined to be possible, and the young teenager writhed in a torment of conflicting emotions.
"That's the way, honey!" Max told her in a pleased voice. "Right into your throat!"
Scraping against the roof of her mouth, Max's oversize glans-penis gradually probed all the way into her throat. Her jaws forced apart to the maximum, Lila could hardly believe that she was really accommodating a good six inches of hard cock in her mouth. Even before the penetration was completed, she began sucking eagerly on it and using her tongue as much as she could. At the same time, Kathleen's Lesbian caresses left her pussy sopping wet and forced her to constantly wriggle in a positively shameful manner. A wet puddle of girlish dew formed on the bench under her as mute testimony to the forbidden pleasures she was enjoying.
"Keep eating it, Kathleen!" Max instructed when he noticed that his girl friend had paused to rest for a moment. "Make her come! I want her to come at the same time I do!"
Lila shuddered at his words and wondered if she could stand so much sexual ecstasy at the came time. Thoroughly lubricated by her saliva, Max's big cock slid easily back and forth in her mouth, penetrating into her throat with each forward thrust. At times she was just positive that she was going to strangle, but he seemed to pull back just in time.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" The highly aroused teenager found herself in a torment, and at times simply wanted to scream out to her captors that she could no longer stand their bizarre activities.
Kathleen's lips and tongue continually nibbled at the young girl's delicious love bud, sucking and tantalizing it in every way possible. The exquisite little membrane was tensely rigid with feminine erectness, and the waves of sheer sexual enjoyment emanating from it radiated throughout her entire body. The experience of being sucked off by another female was a shock to the inexperienced girl, who immediately sensed that her feminine partner understood every nook and cranny of her deliciously wet little cunny. Although she was too preoccupied to think about it at the moment, it was apparent that she was going to have to revise her ideas about Lesbianism.
"Make her come! Make her come!" Max kept telling his girl friend. As she mouthfucked Lila, the older man kept a close watch on Kathleen's progress eating the helpless teenager's glittering pussy. As with most men, he was clearly fascinated by the sight of feminine oral gratification. "That's the way! Suck up all that girl juice! I know you love it!"
Deeply shamefaced and blushing like mad, Kathleen kept her mouth and tongue glued to Lila's luscious pussy. Waves of feminine dew bubbled forth continually from the little spring, and at times the buxom blonde felt as if she were simply swimming in a hot pool. Although she had put on quite a demonstration of having to be forced to perform the ultimate feminine act, it was becoming readily apparent to everyone that she was masochistically enjoying her own degradation.
"That's the way! Make her come! I can see she's gonna make it!" Max noted as he discerned Lila's pelvis starting to jerk with quick, purely reflexive movements.
At the same time his forward thrusts were becoming more jerky and intense, and Lila could sense that impending explosion. Cradling her head carefully in his hands so that he could penetrate at exactly the right angle, he was able to thrust his hotly burning, aching prick a full six inches into the young girl's mouth and throat. Gurgling on her continually forming saliva, Lila found the incredibly deep penetration difficult but quite thrilling and challenging. Just wait till her boy friends found out about her newly discovered talents as a fellatrix!
"Mmmmm! Ahhhh! Mmmmmmm!" Groans, gasps and various slurping sounds permeated the atmosphere as the three participants struggled with their growing erotic involvement. Caught in the middle of the bizarre threesome, Lila found herself on the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm. Her delicious young cunt felt feverishly hot and her tiny love button was swollen and aflame with sexual tension, and the tormenting, itching sensations she was experiencing forced her to jerk her pelvis back and forth with spasmodic thrusts.
"She's gonna make it now!" Max announced. "Suck her clit into your mouth, Kathy! Go on!"
All three of them could hear the obscene slurping noises as Kathleen eagerly carried out his instructions. Although her vision was completely blocked off, Lila could feel her hotly throbbing clitoris swimming into Kathleen's mouth as the older woman plastered her face tightly against her pink furrow. Ecstatic waves of sheer sensual pleasure began to sweep over Lila's vibrant young body in a complete floodtide.
"This is it!" Lila told herself.
Grunting and groaning with sexual satisfaction and sheer relief, Max thrust forward and sent his hot masculine cream jetting directly into Lila's throat. At the same time, Kathleen's wildly sucking mouth and busy tongue detonated an explosion of dynamite in Lila's overheated pussy. Doubly assaulted by the perverse but wildly exhilarating forms of sex, Lila's body jerked as if it had been hit by a train. Her back arched upward in a progressive arc until stopped only by the ropes at her wrists and ankles, and then settled back against the bench only to repeat the process again and again.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" Lila moaned in a half-strangled fashion, gulping down the hot gushes of semen that poured into her throat in an almost relentless fashion. At times, the young girl thought that she simply wasn't going to live through the experience. Forced to swallow and gulp down semen for all she was worth, at the same time Lila found herself fully appreciating the intensity of the Lesbian orgasm Kathleen had bestowed upon her.
"There! Wow!" Max remarked as he finally pulled back and allowed Lila's mouth some relief.
Kathleen drew back, her mouth and cheeks brightly smeared with feminine dew, and shamefacedly looked down at the glistening groove which she had been worshipping. She continued to stare at the pink cleft as she slowly wiped her face with the back of her hand. "Max, I never thought you'd make me do something like that!" the buxom blonde protested reproachfully.
"You loved it!" Max replied in a scornful voice as he began untying Lila's wrists. "You're a born pussyeater!"
"Aren't you gonna make her eat me, too?" Kathleen asked in a disappointed voice as she watched the young girl being released from her bonds.
"Sure!" Max said with a laugh. "I guess she owes you that!"
Lila gasped and a feeling of revulsion and horror began to creep over her. Her eyes immediately darted toward Kathleen's wheat-colored bush, and she swallowed hard at the thought of pressing her face into that feminine tangle. "Oh, no," she spoke in a low, horrified voice. "Not with another girl! Not with another girl! I'm not...." Released from her bonds, she struggled to her feet and backed against a wall, where she stood watching her two nude tormentors with wild eyes.
"And after all I've done for her!" Kathleen remarked with a sarcastic laugh.
Max regarded the attractive teenager, naked but for her black garter belt and sheer stockings, with obvious amusement. "Guess I'm gonna have to spank you too!" he said in a voice that indicated that he didn't find that chore too burdensome.
"No, please!" Lila pleaded, warily looking around for avenue of escape.
Max quickly caught her by the wrist and twisted her arm into the small of her back. Lila started to struggle but the sudden twinge of pain in her arm brought her up short.
"Please, ouch, it hurts, let me go!"
Seating himself on a chair, Max pulled the helpless girl face down across his lap.
"No, please, don't!" Lila protested in a despairing voice, looking back over her shoulder with obvious concern over the safety of her cute bottom.
Max's eyes widened with interest as he gazed at the young girl's deliciously rotund, curvaceous spank spot, saucily framed by her black garter belt and dark stockings. Anxious and obviously worried, Lila flexed and puckered her pretty bottom in an unintentionally provocative pattern. Her stocking-clad legs were extended together in an effort to preserve her modesty.
Whack! Swooping in a wide arc, Max's meaty palm landed resoundingly on Lila's unprotected posterior.
"Eeeek!" Lila screamed so shrilly that Kathleen, watching the proceedings closely, immediately put both hands over her ears.
Smack! Splat! Whack! Max began dusting off Lila's prettier derriere with earsplitting spanks that landed from all different angles. Lila bucked up sharply with each spank and, with a squeal of pain, snapped back her brunette head with a grimace of pain written all over her face. Her nylon-clad legs kicked prettily back and forth, her heels at times nearly touching her bottom.
"Ouch! Ow! Oh, no! Ouch! Please, it hurts too much! Ouch!" Lila tearfully pleaded. "Well, how about it?" Max asked. "Ready to eat pussy now?"
Lila knew that further resistance would only make things more difficult for her. "If you're going to force me...." she spoke breathlessly, sobbing heartbrokenly.
"Yeah, I'm gonna force you, all right!" Max said, motioning for Kathleen to stand in front of the weeping girl. "Now show us what you're willing to do!"
Wriggling like a worm across Max's naked lap, Lila tearfully looked up to find Kathleen's pussy only inches away from her face. Her first reaction was to turn her head away just as fast as she could, a look of complete revulsion on her tearstained face. Smack! Max's hand descended against the young girl's smarting bottom with a loud report.
"Oww!" Lila cried out, her stocking feet flying up behind her.
"Go ahead! Kiss her pussy!" Max demanded.
Tearful and obviously brimming with self-pity, Lila once again managed to look up at Kathleen's fuzzy triangle. Once again a look of total revulsion came over her face, but this time she kept from turning her head away. Pausing to screw up her courage, she gulped very hard and then proceeded to plant a quick, highly tentative kiss on the older woman's vulva. As if overcome by the perversity of the act she had just performed, she quickly turned her head away and burst into fresh tears.
"Go on!" Max told her. "Kiss it some more and lick it with your tongue!"
"Oooooh!" Lila wailed haplessly. Deeply shamefaced and blushing crimson, she once again pressed her face against the bushy triangle and planted a small kiss on Kathleen's pink labia. Meekly and servilely, she extended her pink tongue and miserably began licking the thick outer folds of the young woman's feminine gash. Her two tormentors watched closely and with obvious fascination.
"That's the way!" Max told her. "Lick it and love it all over! They call that cunnilingus. You better learn the meaning of that word, because you may be doing a lot of that in the next few days!"
"It'd be better if I were lying down!" Kathleen remarked.
"Okay, stretch out on the couch!" Max told her. "Now that Miss Lila's had her face in it, I don't think she'll put up any more fuss! Will you, honey?" he asked, rubbing her glowing bottom familiarly with his hand.
"No!" Lila spoke the word as quietly as she possibly could. From her position across Max's lap, the miserable teenager watched with horror and fascination as the older woman stretched out supine on the couch with her knees drawn back and her thighs lewdly open.
"Now I want you to walk over there voluntarily and dive in!" Max told her.
Her stocking feet padding noiselessly on the floor, Lila slowly walked over to the naked woman on the couch. Her smarting and furiously prickling posterior constantly reminded her that she had no choice but to perform the perverse act her captors were demanding. Blushing and keeping her eyes demurely lowered, she hesitantly dropped to her knees at the older woman's ankles and paused to take a deep breath. Max, getting up after her, followed her over to the couch and stood watching intently.
"Come on, I'm getting itchy!" Kathleen insisted, pointing downward with one forefinger.
Lila looked as if she wanted to protest, but instead submissively leaned forward and buried her face in the moist, sticky tangle of pubic hair. Her lips found the shapely blonde's plump labia and her little tongue tentatively began flicking and working its way into the crease. Pungent feminine honey quickly began foaming up over the area, assailing all of her senses and making her squirm with shame.
"Get your tongue in her!" Max said, bending forward to observe the proceedings at close hand. "Use your fingers to get her open if you have to!"
Repeatedly telling herself that she was being forced to perform the debased act against her will, Lila employed her fingers to open up the other woman's rose petals. The squishing noise of feminine lips being separated made her shudder, and almost without warning she found her tongue caught in the Swirling rapids of Kathleen's inner pussy.
"Ahhhh!" Kathleen gasped with pleasurable relief when she felt the young girl's tongue deep inside her.
Torn with feelings of bizarre excitement, Lila began learning the art of performing cunnilingus. Her flicking, stabbing tongue moved rapidly up and down inside the water slit, caressing the vaginal orifice and the tiny penile button. At such close range she could see nothing, but could only feel feminine meat and the sticky tangle of wet, matted hair that surrounded it.
"Ahhhh! Ooooooh! That's the way! Mmmmmmm!" Kathleen began to react to the younger girl's lewd caresses. Her pelvis had begun to undulate and her thighs were starting to coil around Lila's nude body with constrictor-like movements.
"Find her clittie! Find it and start sucking on it!" Max insisted, his voice reflecting the excitement of watching the bizarre scene at firsthand range.
Swimming in a limpid girl-pool, Lila flicked at the older woman's magic button with her serpentine tongue. Bubbling feminine honey completely bathed her face and filled her mouth, giving her no choice but to swallow it with audible slurps. At times Lila could hardly believe that she was performing such a perverse act.
"Ooooh! Oh, my! Oh, yes, that's what I need!" Kathleen cried out in an agitated voice. "Ooooh! Oh, that feels good! Ooooh! Oooooh, my!" Breathing with loud passionate gasps, the shapely blonde jerked her hips back and forth with coital-type movements.
Watching the Lesbian demonstration, Max quickly found himself with another pulsating erection. Without further ado, the older man jumped on the couch behind Lila and prepared to take her from the rear.
"Mmmmmm!" Lila moaned with pleasure as once again she found herself in the middle of the threesome.
Draping himself over Lila's back Max maneuvered his hard, hotly pounding cock between the young girl's legs. Without once lifting her face from Kathleen's steaming wet pussy, Lila reached back with one hand to help him with the insertion. As the thick cock-head threaded its way between the juicy outer labia, Max thrust forward with a vigorous shove.
"Ahhh, what a cunt!" he spoke with intense satisfaction as his turgid masculine member fully dilated Lila's deliciously tight little teenage box.
Suddenly stimulated by the normal heterosexual union, Lila began licking her female partner's wet feminine cavern with total abandon. At the same time, Max began pumping it to her from the rear with virile thrusts that penetrated deeply into the delectable pink tunnel. His hands began roaming over her body, concentrating on her lush breasts by massaging and kneading them in a lewd, almost rough, fashion.
"Ooooh! Oooooh! Oh, my!" Kathleen gasped and moaned in a highly distraught voice. "Oh, my pussy's so hot! So hot! Oooh! Oooooh!"
Trapped between the two of them, Lila found herself experiencing an almost bewildering variety of intense erotic pleasures. Jerking convulsively in response to each thrust from her masculine tormentor, the young girl could clearly feel the thrusting male invader scraping against her taut clitoris as it moved in both directions. Her breasts felt incredibly hard and her nipples were stiff with feminine erectness. At the same time, her act of total debasement before Kathleen's dripping pussy made her feel naughty and abandoned and wild.
"Ooooh! I'm cummmmmm...." Kathleen never got the word out completely. With an uninhibited scream of sheer relief, the buxom blonde gave way to a violent orgasm. Her plump thighs caught Lila's brunette head in an unbelievably tight vise, permitting her no escape from the spouting fountain of feminine syrup.
"Oh, wow!" Max shoved forward with all of his might and Lila could clearly feel the hot gush of semen deep inside her. The older man nearly collapsed on top of her, plastering her all the more tightly against Kathleen's wet grotto.
Caught between the two of them, Lila exploded with the type of orgasm most usually experienced by a more mature woman. Her tiny clitoris seemed to be shooting off sparks in a wild fourth of July celebration, and the young girl at times was afraid she was simply going to swoon away. Her tight young cunt went into a series of convulsions that grabbed and snapped possessively at Max's intruding cock, as if trying to swallow it completely.
"Jeez, what a piece of ass!" Max spoke incredulously as the three of them collapsed in a heap on the couch.
CHAPTER SIX
"Ah, Mrs. Lanier, so at last we meet!" Ned Davis's face lit up as he confronted Barbara in the motel hallway.
Barbara Lanier did not bother to ask the strange man who he was. What difference did it make anyway? Unlike her precocious daughter, the thirty-seven-year-old matron was having great difficulty adjusting to captivity. Although she had been kidnapped only slightly more than two days, it already seemed like an eternity and she kept trying to blot out of her mind the horrendous things that had happened to her in that interval.
Embarrassed by her humble chambermaid uniform, Barbara stood self-consciously with her eyes averted, passively awaiting whatever ordeal he might have in mind for her. She could just feel him mentally disrobing her and the idea made her flesh creep.
"I've been inspecting your work," Ned told her.
Barbara said nothing. She knew that he was going to tell her that her work had not been good enough, and that would serve as an excuse for him to humiliate and degrade her in some fashion.
"I suppose it's quite humiliating for a woman of your station to be employed in such a capacity, isn't it?" Ned asked.
"Y-yes," Barbara managed to answer after a moment's hesitation.
"And that's why your work is of such poor quality," he went on predictably.
Barbara did not see fit to comment.
"Answer me!" he demanded.
"I-I suppose so," Barbara stammered, feeling thoroughly ill at ease and disliking the man's abrupt Prussian manner.
"I don't like your attitude, Mrs. Lanier," Ned said, firmly taking her by the arm. "Come with me!"
Miserable and feeling a little weak in the knees, Barbara accompanied him down the hallway. He escorted her down the back stairway to a small room normally occupied by the engineer in charge of the motel heating plant. The room was quite out of the way, and that was exactly what Ned required for his purposes.
"This is the Discipline Room, Mrs. Lanier," Ned told her at the doorway. "This is where we take chambermaids who need to be taught a lesson! To teach you humility, you will enter the room with your uniform rolled neatly up all the way to your waist!"
The attractive matron shriveled at her tormentor's words. She said nothing because her prior experiences at the motel had already taught her that her captors enjoyed hearing her protesting and begging to be spared the degradations they planned for her.
"Prepare yourself, Mrs. Lanier!" Ned ordered.
Casting the man a glance of sheer hatred, Barbara blushingly began complying with the degrading order. Slowly and miserably she rolled the blue uniform dress up in as neat a fashion as she could, becoming progressively more and more embarrassed as her black, tautly-drawn stocking tops came into view, followed by her bare white thighs and formfitting black panties.
Ned stepped back to watch from a better perspective, and Barbara was quick to discern that the brazen display of feminine pulchritude had already produced a noticeable bulge in his trousers. Holding her neatly rolled up blue uniform at her waist, Barbara stood red-faced and humiliated before her captor.
"I hope you're satisfied!" she hissed, as she noted his eyes feasting on her shapely, stocking-clad legs and nicely filled panties.
"I don't care for your attitude, Mrs. Lanier," Ned reminded her. "If you're not careful, we may have to put something big in that mouth of yours!"
Barbara shuddered but thought better of replying.
"Go on in!" Ned told her, pushing her by the shoulder.
Holding her uniform up in the required fashion, Barbara entered the small room. Ned switched on the bare overhead light, which added to the depressing surroundings. Barbara apprehensively looked around but saw nothing of interest.
Ned pulled out a straight-backed chair and seated himself in a relaxed fashion. It was quite apparent that he was readily prepared to amuse himself with his miserable victim.
"Well, what do you want?" Barbara demanded, feeling more and more ridiculous with each passing moment. "Go ahead and get it over with!"
"I can see that you really need to be taught some humility!" Ned remarked. Getting up he walked over to a small table and pulled out the drawer, from which he produced an old-fashioned, solid wooden hairbrush. Patting the brush menacingly against the palm of his hand, he seated himself once again on the chair.
Barbara viewed the formidable hairbrush with growing alarm. Thus far she had avoided any severe physical pain, since the switching Max Thompson had administered had been more humiliating than painful. She wanted to say something in protest, although she knew there was no way she could talk her way out of her predicament.
"Play with yourself, Mrs. Lanier!" Ned instructed, a savage smile on his face.
The sudden and utterly bizarre command caught Barbara totally by surprise. Surely, he didn't ... Realization dawned slowly on the hapless matron. Her knees buckled and her mouth flew open in horror. A woman couldn't possibly be ordered to do something like that right in front of a man!
"I couldn't possibly do something like that!" Barbara gasped when she recovered enough to speak. "What do you think you are anyway?"
"Very well, Mrs. Lanier," Ned announced with mock gravity. "Then I'm afraid corporal chastisement is in order!"
With no further warning he grabbed the hapless woman and summarily yanked her face down over his lap.
"What do you think you're doing?" Barbara demanded in an irate voice. "Let me go!" She started to put up something of a struggle, but Ned was easily the stronger of the two.
Holding the struggling woman down across his lap, Ned paused to cast an appraising eye at Barbara's well filled panties. He recalled how he had spanked Lila earlier and immediately noted that her mother's buttocks were constructed along similar lines, although more spacious and mature as one might expect for a woman in her late thirties. There was no doubt that Barbara Lanier's generously proportioned posterior would be capable of absorbing a very red hot spanking, and that was exactly what she was going to get.
"Let me go!" Barbara demanded indignantly. "You can't do this to me! I'm a grown woman! You can't spank a woman my age! Let me go!"
Completely disregarding her verbal protests, Ned reached for the elastic waistband of her black panties.
"Oh, no, don't you dare! Don't you dare!" Barbara screamed at the top of her lungs. Although she had found the idea of being spanked juvenile and humiliating, she had never even dreamed that her masculine tormentor would inflict the supreme humiliation of lowering her panties beforehand! Flipping like a fish out of water, the desperate woman sought to save herself from the ultimate indignity.
"Hold still or they'll get torn!" Ned warned his struggling victim.
"Don't you dare! Oh, don't take THEM down!" Barbara alternately pleaded and protested furiously. "Please, I'm thirty-seven years old! I'm not a child! You can't treat me this way! Oh, please, don't take THEM down!" The hapless woman broke into sobs of distress and continually looked back over her shoulder to see what was happening.
Despite all of her protests, pleas, struggles and tears, Barbara Lanier's black nylon panties came down inside out in the most lewd manner possible. Ned's eyes lit up with appreciation as Barbara's gorgeous, fully ripe and spacious bare buttocks came into full view. The two mature, pink-white mounds were simply twitching with fear and vulnerability, and the flexing muscles created an obscenely provocative effect. Ned made sure that her panties were pulled down well below the tops of her tautly drawn black stockings.
"Oh, how can you do something like that?" Barbara was as outraged as she was humiliated. "Oh, this is horrible! I'm a grown woman! You can't do this to me! Let me go! For heaven's sakes!"
"You have very lovely buttocks, Mrs. Lanier!" Ned remarked, lightly passing his hand over the satiny smooth flesh.
"Oh, take your hand away!" Barbara screamed. "Don't you dare handle my bottom like that! Oh, this is terrible!" The miserable woman tried to push his hand away, but he easily caught her wrist and turned it aside.
Ned was thoroughly enjoying her degradation and was sporting a firm erection. "And after I've spanked those gorgeous buttocks of yours, Mrs. Lanier, I'm going to kiss them better!" he told her just to torment her all the more.
"Oh, my Goddddddd!" Barbara screamed with total revulsion. "How can you even say something like that! Oh, my Goddddd!" Shriveling with horror, the tearful young matron could hardly believe her ears.
"Now it's time for your spanking, Mrs. Lanier!" Ned announced.
"Well, get it over with!" Barbara demanded although she soon had good cause to regret those words.
Holding the bare bottomed, miserably wriggling woman down with his left forearm and hand, Ned got a good grip on the hairbrush and lifted it in the air. The hardbacked brush fell exactly where it was aimed, squarely across the crevice of Barbara Lanier's aristocratic bottom. SMACK!
"YEOWWWW!" Barbara screamed bloody murder as bare wood met bare feminine flesh with a noisy splat! The inexperienced woman had no idea that a hairbrush would sting like that! Her spacious buttocks jackknifed upward in a wild bucking fashion, while at the same time her brunette head snapped back and her stockinged legs swung back and forth. "Oh, no, stop! Stop! Stop!" Horrified by what she was apparently expected to endure, the young matron immediately began pleading frantically.
An angry blush appeared across Barbara's curvaceous bottom as Ned lifted the hairbrush. Splat! This time the solid hairbrush landed squarely upon the lower base of Barbara's right buttock.
"OWWW!" Barbara yelped, once again jackknifing around on her tormentor's lap and making something of a struggle to protect her poor bottom. "Don't please! Oh, my God! Oh, this is terrible! I can't take this! I can't! Oh, this is awful!" Tears coursing down both cheeks, the distraught woman looked back anxiously over her shoulder. "Oh, please! The pain, I can't take it! Stop, please! For heaven's sake!"
"You need discipline, Mrs. Lanier!" Ned tormented the miserable woman.
SMACK! The third hairbrush spank splatted against Barbara's left bottomcheek in noisy fashion.
"OWWWWWW!" Barbara screamed in a shrill voice that mingled pain with total despair. Her shapely, stocking-clad legs flew upward with a flash of nylon and her brunette hair tossed wildly as her head snapped back reflexively. "Oh, no, stop! Oh, my God! This is terrible! Please, you're hurting me!"
Smack! Whack! Crack! The crisp sound, hairbrush spanking that ensued was a classic. Ned swung the old fashioned wooden brush with firm hairbrush stroke, moving up one side and down the other. Crying with pain and shame, Barbara continually howled and screamed and carried on like a juvenile rather than a fully mature woman of thirty-seven. Her stockinged legs swinging merrily back and forth in a wild dance of pain, the miserable woman tossed and turned in a desperate but futile effort to avoid the fiery kiss of the hardbacked hairbrush. She didn't have to be told how much she was exposing herself, but her flaming hindquarters gave her absolutely no choice in the matter.
"Ouch! Owww! Ahhh! Oooooh! No! I'm burning up!" Barbara hysterically screamed, jerking and twitching her reddening buttocks with totally uncontrolled movements. "Oww! I can't stand it! Oh, my God! Oh, this is awful! Ouch! Owwwww! Stop! Owwwwww!"
Observing his victim's anguished reactions with sadistic gratification, Ned continued applying the solid hairbrush to the attractive society woman's hotly burning buttocks. He carefully spread the spanks around in a somewhat even pattern, even spanking down the backs of her legs to the tops of her tautly drawn black stockings. The entire panorama of feminine distress, from her tear-stained, pain-twisted face to her crimson, frantically jerking hips to her prettily swinging, nylon-clad legs, provided him with sadomasochistic pleasure.
"Owww! Ouch! Owww! Oh, my! Don't! I beg you!" Barbara wretchedly begged, although her sobs made her words difficult to understand. "Owww! Oh, my Goddddd! This is torture! I can't stand it! I cannnnnn't!"
"Your buttocks are getting red, Mrs. Lanier!" Ned Davis tormented the miserable woman.
And indeed they were. In fact, as the blood came to the surface of the soft, downy cheeks of Barbara's plush buttocks, the color had passed from pink white to rose to vermilion and on to carmine, cardinal and crimson. And at the moment, the two shimmering globes were a rich magenta and were burning like the fires of Hades. The sobbing, miserable woman matron felt as if she had been sitting on an oven, and at the moment her pain and blisters were of far more importance than the humiliation she was enduring.
"Owwww! Ahhhh! Ouch! Oh, God, I can't stand it! I can't!" Barbara cried out in total despair. "Oh, my God, they're so hot! I can't stand it! Have mercy, please!"
Whack! Splat! Smack! Ned Davis polished off the job of hairbrush spanking Barbara Lanier's comely buttocks. By the time the last spank fell, the young matron's hip sand upper thighs were totally in flames and a pretty crop of blisters were visible on both cheeks. Sobbing and in hysterics, Barbara lay in a state of collapse across her executioner's lap with her thoroughly spanked posterior simply twitching.
"To the comer with you!" Ned Davis announced after a pause to enjoy the scenery.
"W-what?" Barbara asked, not comprehending the juvenile humiliation he had in mind for her.
"Keep holding your uniform up!" Ned ordered as he lifted the sobbing woman to her feet.
Miserably holding her blue dress up to the waist and nearly tripping over her lowered panties, Barbara was rapidly escorted to the comer with several firm smacks across her glowing bottom.
"Oh, noooooo!" Barbara gasped with humiliation and despair as she found herself standing in the comer bare bottomed, burning and disgraced.
"Keep your spank spot bare," Ned instructed as if he were speaking to a naughty child rather than a fully mature woman. "And don't rub it!"
Thoroughly relishing the sight of a grown woman standing in the comer holding up her dress to reveal her freshly spanked buttocks, Ned could not resist making a record of the occasion. He quickly produced a small camera he had placed in the room earlier in anticipation of that possibility, and before Barbara realized what he had in mind snapped a photo of her standing in total disgrace.
"W-what do you thing you're doing?" Barbara gasped when she saw what had happened.
Without replying Ned pulled his chair up behind the miserable woman and sat down.
"Now what?" Barbara asked in an alarmed voice, cringing at the possibility of more mistreatment. "Please, don't hit me!"
"Don't worry, Mrs. Lanier," Ned spoke in a surprisingly reassuring voice. "I'm going to kiss your bottom better just like I promised!!"
"Oh, noooooooo!" Barbara protested in a shocked voice, shuddering at the obscene suggestion.
Holding her at the waist with both hands, Ned leaned forward and planted a light, lingering kiss squarely on Barbara's satiny right buttock!
"Oooooh, how can you?" the young matron squirmed with shame and embarrassment at the lewd caress.
Slowly and with a gentleness that seemed quite out of character for such a sadistic man, Ned Davis kissed Barbara's blistered buttocks all over with affectionate, lingering kisses. Although the lewd caresses produced a running commentary of shocked, disgusted remarks from his squirming, wriggling victim, Ned knew only too well that she was secretly enjoying the debauchery of the occasion.
And Barbara knew it, too. In fact, during the severe spanking he had administered she had become sexually attracted toward her tormentor in a compelling, strangely disturbing, manner. Slowly and with no real understanding of the subject, the theretofore inexperienced housewife was becoming aware of her own basically masochistic nature, and the fact that she could be aroused to sublime sexual heights by pain and humiliation.
"Ooooh, how can you do that?" Barbara protested, still quite unwilling to admit her true feelings to her sadistic captor.
"Now, Mrs. Lanier, I have another present for you!" Ned announced, his gentle mood abruptly vanishing as quickly as it had arrived. Standing up, he turned the chair around and pushed it a few feet away. "Bend over the chair, Mrs. Lanier!" he ordered, grabbing her by the arm and pointing her in the direction of the chair.
Barbara was aware of the bulge in his trousers as she went past him, and fearfully wondered what that would mean for her. With her blue uniform dress still gathered up around her waist and her panties down around her ankles, Barbara anxiously bent over the back of the chair. She was sopping wet between the legs and secretly hoping that he would provide the fulfillment she desperately needed. But Ned had a nasty surprise in store for her!
Stepping up behind the bent over woman, Ned pulled a small tube of Vaseline from his pocket. Working quickly and in an almost clinical fashion, he began dabbing a large quantity of Vaseline between the crevice of the young matron's buttocks!
"OH, NOOOOO!!!!!" Barbara screamed in horror and terror when she realized what he was planning. "OH, NOOOOO!!!! OH, PLEASE, NO, ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!" The horrified woman tried to twist away from her assailant's lewdly exploring hands, and in the process nearly tripped over her lowered panties.
"I'll tie you down over that chair if I have to!" Ned warned, yanking at her waist to keep her in position.
"OH, NO, DON'T!! PLEASE, I COULDN'T STAND IT!!! NO, DON'T!!!! OH, PLEASE DON'T!!!!" Sobbing and nearly in a state of collapse, Barbara piteously begged, her captor to spare her what she regarded as the ultimate pain and humiliation. Her scarlet, blistered buttocks twitched and flexed in frantic anticipation of the mistreatment to come.
Ned quickly undid his fly and hauled out his crisply erect, blood-filled cock, and quickly dabbed some Vaseline over the mushroom-shaped crown.
"OH, NOOOOOH" Barbara gasped as she caught a glimpse of the huge masculine spear with which she was about to be impaled. "IT'S TOO BIG!! OH, MY GODDDDD!! HAVE MERCY!!! OH, NOOOOO!!"
"You're gonna get butt fucked, Mrs. Lanier, so you might as well quit complaining!" Ned laconically told the stricken woman.
"OOOHHH, NOOOO!" Barbara wailed with self-pity and despair.
Ned quickly stepped up behind her and employed his fingers to separate the flaming cheeks of Barbara's spacious behind. Wincing noticeably and nearly collapsing over the back of the chair, Barbara fearfully awaited the lewd assault with feelings of total despair and degradation. Maneuvering behind her, Ned aligned his throbbing prick with the tiny, Vaseline coated pink aperture. Holding her in position, he thrust forward like a stallion.
"OWWWWWWWW!!!" Barbara's earsplitting scream echoed against the walls of the small room. The intense pain made her entire body jerk convulsively, as if a powerful electric shock had suddenly been administered to it.
Ned gasped with satisfaction as he felt the oversize crown of his penis penetrating and expanding his victim's anal canal. He paused after the initial insertion and prepared to enjoy dilating the exquisitely tight tunnel.
"OWWWWW! IT'S TOO BIG! IT WONT FIT!!!" Barbara screamed in anguish. "OWWWWW! MY, GOD, TAKE IT OUT!!!!"
Holding the wriggling woman by the waist, Ned thrust forward in gradual stages. Screaming at the top of her lunges, Barbara could feel her narrow channel involuntarily expanding as the powerful masculine intruder moved relentlessly forward. Her rectal muscles instinctively flexed to expel the indecent invasion, but lacked the power to do so. Instead, the spasms merely had the effect of providing more sexual pleasure to Ned's hotly pulsating penis.
"Oh, my God, oh! Oh, no!" Barbara felt as if she had been torn apart by the time the penetration was completed. "Please, I can't stand it! It hurts something awful!"
"Now you're gonna get a real hard butt fucking, Mrs. Lanier!" Ned promised.
Holding the wriggling woman, he began thrusting back and forth in a wonderful tight, warm channel. Each powerful thrust forward produced an anguished sob from the distraught young matron, who at times thought she could hardly endure the suffering and shame she was experiencing. As he stroked back and forth, Ned slipped his hands around in front and lewdly began caressing his victim's hot, wet cunt. A warm feminine waterfall greeted him and he slipped his fingers into the juicy, thick gash to caress her sensitive little button.
"Oooooh! Oh, it hurts! Oh, your fingers ... "Barbara gasped. Deeply ashamed to be so sexually aroused under such degrading circumstances, the hapless woman nevertheless found herself completely caught in the throes of debauched pleasure. "Oooh! Ouch! Oooooh! Ouch! Oh, my!"
Tormented by the combination of probing masculine fingers and deep anal penetration, Barbara began moving her hips around in a manner that she would normally have found totally shameful and abandoned. As his pounding cock moved back and forth in the narrow space, Ned could feel her gluteal muscles grabbing and snapping at him in an almost convulsive fashion. Lewdly caressing her ticklish clitoris and deliciously wet vaginal canal, he began thrusting with powerful strokes that afforded him the maximum penetration. Finally, he simply let go and sent voluminous spurts of murky masculine cream shooting into the squirming woman's anal canal.
"Ooooohhhhh!" Despite her shame and disgrace, Barbara could not conceal the exquisitely masochistic climax that suddenly swept over her with the force of a hurricane. As Ned stepped back and began replacing his prick in his trousers, the tormented housewife sagged weakly over the back of the chair.
"You can put your pants on and go back to work, Mrs. Lanier," Ned said matter-of-factly as he prepared to leave. "Oh, by the way, I don't see why I should be calling you Mrs. Lanier any more. Let's see, how about Babs?"
"Oh, no!" Barbara protested. It was a nickname she despised.
"See you around, Babs!" Ned remarked as he went out the door.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lila Lanier pouted as she looked at herself in the full length mirror. The pretty seventeen-year-old was dressed exactly like an overgrown child! Her short pink frocklet with its puffed sleeves ended high on her well tanned legs and made her knee-length white socks and little patent skimmers stand out all the more. To complete the juvenile effect, her long brunette hair had been carefully plaited into two long braids that hung nearly to her waist and were adorned with bright red ribbons.
The idea of dressing her as a child had belonged to Kathleen, who had been more or less put in charge of the cute teenager. Lila had quickly discovered that Max's girl friend and intended fiance could be, in her own way, as sadistic as he was. Kathleen seemed to specialize in little humiliations designed to make Lila feel indescribably juvenile, such as making her skip rope and play on the swing that had been set up in the recreation area near the motel swimming pool.
The door opened and Kathleen quickly stepped inside. The buxom blonde was wearing a casual slacks and sweater outfit. "Okay, little Red Riding Hood, come with me!" she remarked with a note of sarcasm in her voice as she inspected Lila's juvenile outfit.
"Where are we going?" Lila asked, noting that the older woman was carrying an oversize handbag.
"You'll see," Kathleen told her with a mysterious smile. "Now don't give me any trouble or I'll spank you!"
Self-conscious about her child's outfit and particularly the fact that Kathleen had hot permitted her to wear a bra, which left her full breasts jouncing seductively under her skimpy frocklet, Lila accompanied her guardian through the motel lobby and out past the recreation area in back. There was a large wooded area behind the motel, and Lila was more than a little surprised when Kathleen took her by the hand and started leading her along a path into the woods.
"Where are we going?" Lila repeated her earlier question.
"You'll see, I told you," Kathleen replied with a note of irritation in her voice.
Although Lila had been given no advance notice, she was the prize in an impromptu variation of the Scandinavian game known as orienteering, in which the participants are given a map and compass and attempt to locate fixed points by their skills in map reading and orientation. In this case, the participants included Max Thompson and his associates in the kidnapping, plus two motel guests who had paid handsomely for the chance of trying to find a toothsome teenager bound helplessly in the wilds.
In a few minutes the undergrowth had become quite dense and Lila was sure that the two of them were lost. Moreover, various branches and bushes scraped against her long bare legs, making her feel quite uncomfortable. As a result, the cute teenager began complaining and whining in a manner that made her juvenile costume seem appropriate.
"Lila, I'm warning you, I don't want to hear any more complaints out of you," Kathleen told her at one point.
"But you don't realize," Lila persisted. "You're wearing slacks and I'm ... "
"That's enough!" Kathleen announced with a note of finality. The two of them reached a small clearing and the shapely blonde saw a tree stump that suited her purposes perfectly. "Over here, young lady!" she said, half-dragging Lila toward the stump.
"Oh, no!" Lila protested when she realized how much trouble she was in. "I'll be good!" Behaving in the manner of an angry stepmother disciplining a recalcitrant child, Kathleen seated herself on the tree stump and summarily pulled her pigtailed charge face down over her lap.
"Oh, please, don't spank me!" Lila pleaded like a naughty girl. "I'll be good!" Although Kathleen was not that much stronger, Lila refrained from resisting on the theory that worse things could happen to her. Moreover, subconsciously she was living out the juvenile role that had been assigned to her, and her behavior had been an almost deliberate invitation for the spanking she was about to receive.
Without further ado, Kathleen flipped up Lila's little pink frocklet, exposing a cute pair of bright red nylon panties that would have looked more suitable on a small child than a well filled out young lady of seventeen. As if she had ever right to do so, Kathleen reached for the elastic waistband of Lila's sole undergarment.
"Oh, don't take them down! Please!" Lila burst out impulsively. "They're no protection anyway. Please! Not on the bare!"
Although a male disciplinarian might have lingered over the task, Kathleen didn't waste a second over the task. With total disregard for the young girl's pride and dignity, she yanked Lila's red panties down inside out nearly to her knees with one extended motion.
"Ooooooh!" Lila cried out with humiliation as she found the warm afternoon breeze fanning her completely bare bottom. "This is awful!"
Although she liked to pretend that she had no Lesbian tendencies, Kathleen could not refrain from staring at Lila's breathcatching bottom. She could hardly be blamed for that. Shimmering in the afternoon sunlight, Lila's deliciously rotund buttocks would have corrupted the most devout missionary. The whiteness of those portions usually covered by her bikini pants contrasted even more vividly with her otherwise bronzed flesh in the bright outdoor setting, and her anxiously flexing gluteal muscles created an almost blinding effect.
"Oh, please, don't spank me too hard!" Lila said, looking back over her shoulder with a girlishly appealing look on her crimson face. "Please! I'll be good! I promise!"
Holding her left hand over the girl's small waist, Kathleen lifted her right hand in the air. Smack! Kathleen's hand descended squarely across Lila's satiny soft posterior.
"Owww!" Lila squealed, grimacing and shriveling at having a feminine hand touching her completely bare bottom. "Please, don't! It's very, very embarrassing!"
Kathleen's hand lingered for a moment in a manner that indicated that her motives were not entirely punitive, and her fingers dragged as she lifted her hand in the air once again. Smack! Smack! Slap! The youthful blonde began spanking the naughty teenager with energetic slaps of her feminine hand, smacking at various angles and watching the flesh turning a healthy pink. Squirming unhappily and crying out with each spank, Lila swung her legs back and forth with vivid flashes of her knee-length white socks.
"Ouch! Owww! Stop it, please!" Lila protested, the stricken look on her pretty face clearly conveying her unhappy feelings. "Ouch! Ow! Stop, please, I'll be good! I promise!" With her pigtails, pink frocklet and white socks, apart from her size she looked exactly like a small child being disciplined for some misdeed.
Smack! Slap! Whack! Although her own hand was stinging rather smartly, Kathleen could not resist the temptation to soundly smack the wriggling teenager across her knees. Her eyes were glued on Lila's curvaceous bottom, which was becoming progressively more crimson all over, and at times the blonde disciplinarian was visibly startled by a flashing glimpse of the comely teenager's glittering pink jewel.
"Ouch! Ow! Oh, boo hoo hoo!" Lila burst into girlish tears, although more from humiliation than actual pain even though her bottom was stinging and prickling warmly. "Oh, stop it, please! I'm so embarrassed I could die!"
"Are you ready to behave yourself now?" Kathleen asked in a stepmotherly manner.
"Yes! Yes!" Lila promised.
Kathleen quickly reached down and pulled up Lila's bright red panties, pulling them up more tightly than one might think to be necessary. Tears dripping down her pretty cheeks, Lila got to her feet and reproachfully began rubbing her tingling seat with both hands.
"Let's get going!" Kathleen said, taking her by the arm.
"Will you tell me where we're going?" Lila asked in the voice of one who had earned the privilege to know.
"No," Kathleen replied with a tone of finality.
Briefly consulting a map she had brought along, the capable blonde once again took Lila by the hand and started leading her deeper into the woods. Once again the pretty teenager winced as the brambles slapped against her bare legs and arms, but this time the sniffling girl did not complain. Finally, the two of them reached their destination, a small clearing where there were two sturdy young trees standing about four feet apart.
"I want you to stand right here, Lila," Kathleen said, directing Lila to stand between the two trees with her back to the afternoon sun.
Placing her handbag down on the ground, Kathleen pulled out an assortment of clothesline ropes.
"Are you going to tie me to these trees?" Lila asked in a suddenly alarmed voice. "What for? Why?"
"You'll see!" Kathleen assured her.
Looping one rope around Lila's left wrist, she flipped it over a branch on the tree to Lila's left and quickly proceeded to tie the young girl's wrist with her arm extended upward and outward. She tied Lila's right wrist in similar fashion, leaving the pretty teenager standing with her arms spread-eagled upward.
"Oh, I'm getting scared! I don't like this!" Lila protested. "You're not going to leave me here, are you?"
Without bothering to reply, Kathleen looped another rope around Lila's left ankle and forced her to stand with her legs well apart so she could tie her ankle to the base of the tree. She then repeated the same procedure to lash Lila's right ankle to the opposite tree, leaving the young girl helplessly spread-eagled in four directions.
"Oh, this is awful! Please, don't leave me here!" Lila pleaded. "I'm afraid."
Reaching into her handbag, Kathleen produced a rubber ball strung on a rope. "Open your mouth, honey!" she instructed the fearful young girl.
"What's that?" Lila asked. "Oh, no, don't gag me, please!"
Stepping up behind the hapless girl, Kathleen put the rubber ball in front of her face. "Open up, honey!" she demanded. With a groan of despair, Lila submitted and submissively opened her pretty mouth. Kathleen promptly slapped the ball between Lila's white teeth, forcing her to bite down on it, and then tied the two loose ends of the rope behind her neck after first making sure that her pigtails were hanging free.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" Lila tried to convey her feelings about the matter but the gag prevented any intelligible sound from coming from her mouth.
Kathleen had been planning to describe the orienteering game to the young girl at this point, but decided that it might be even more amusing if Lila were kept completely in the dark. She accordingly picked up her handbag and noisily exited through the bushes.
Left alone, Lila found herself in a growing state of panic. She quickly tested the ropes, but immediately decided that escape was impossible. Unable to escape, she found her mind becoming more and more preoccupied with thoughts of all the horrible things that could happen to her. There were strangers who might come along and rape her or even kill her. And, nearly as bad as far as the city-bred girl was concerned, there were snakes and various other wilderness creatures who might attack her. Her imagination began to run riot and her frightened screams were muffled by the uncomfortable gag in her mouth.
In the meantime the participants in the orienteering game had gathered in the motel lobby, and had been handed the various items they would need in search of their prize. However, the game had been fixed in order to allow the two paying guests to get their money's worth. As a result, Max Thompson and Ned Davis only pretended to start the game, while the two bellboy participants had been given false clues. Consequently, four hunters plunged into the heavily wooded area, but only two of them had any chance of success.
The most determined of the hunters was Bill Reed, a forty-year-old respectable attorney whose private tastes were most inventive. Moreover, he had the advantage of having been exposed to a map reading course while in the military service. He quickly studied the map he had been furnished, noticed some short cuts, and headed straight for the target.
It took him about fifteen minutes before he spotted Lila tied helplessly in the late afternoon sun. The sight of the pigtailed young girl in her short pink frocklet and white knee socks spread-eagled to the two trees was sufficient stimulus to give the jaded attorney an instant erection. But before approaching her he concealed his identity with a black hood that covered his head. Thus assured of complete anonymity, he raced forward to ravage the helpless girl.
Lila nearly fainted when she saw the hooded stranger plunging toward her through the wilderness. With her screams muffled by her gag, she struggled frantically but futilely against the ropes that held her spread-eagled to the trees. Moments later the stranger's hands were possessively clasping her narrow waist, and the young girl went limp with fright.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Her eyes wide with fear, Lila constantly tried to scream through the rubber ball gag.
"What a body!" Bill exclaimed as he fondled his helpless prey. Noting the narrowness of her waist, he quickly ran his hands under her pink frocklet and lewdly massaged and kneaded her firm young breasts. Cringing and feeling faint, Lila twisted with fear and terror and tried not to think about what her hooded assailant might do to her.
"Oh, wow, this is my day!" Bill exclaimed, raising the squirming girl's short frocklet and noticing her flaming red panties. "These'll have to go!"
A moment later Lila's red panties lay in shreds on the ground, and the helpless girl felt horribly naked and vulnerable before the hooded man. Taking a length of rope that Kathleen had left on the ground, Bill rolled the young girl's pink frocklet up to her waist and used the rope as a belt to hold it in place. Nude from her waist down to her knee socks, Lila wanted to die of shame.
"What a pussy!" he remarked as his eyes took in the rich curls surrounding the teenager's beautiful, pouting labia. His right hand shot forward between Lila's spread-eagled legs, palm upward, feeling her lush wetness and fingering between the two juicy lips. The lewd fondling made Lila nearly swoon with a mixture of fear and sexual arousal.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Lila tried to protest through the hideous gag.
"You like it, don't you?" Bill asked, his hood concealing a knowing smile. "You really like it, don't you? If you agree not to scream, I'll take that gag off for you!"
Lila vigorously nodded her head and a moment later the rubber ball was on the ground. "Who are you?" the terrified teenager asked as soon as she could form the words.
"Satan!" Bill replied with a throaty laugh.
"No, please, who are you?" Lila asked, frightened by the bizarre hood that totally masked his features.
"What's the difference?" Bill dismissed the question. His hands continued to roam obscenely over the helpless girl's body, fondling her breasts, cupping and stroking her satiny soft buttocks and exploring her dripping wet cunt.
"Oh, no, don't!" Lila pleaded. Her pigtails tossing in the air, the attractive teenager struggled futilely against the bonds that held her spread-eagled to the trees. Despite her struggles and pleas to be spared, Lila found herself thoroughly exhilarated by the mistreatment she was enduring. In her adolescent masturbatory fantasies she had often wondered what it would be like to be abducted by a complete stranger and forcibly raped, and the reality was proving more thrilling than she had ever imagined.
"What a body!" Bill exclaimed, his hands continuing to roam and feel and caress the helpless, thoroughly frightened, girl with lewd enjoyment. His rigid cock was pounding with lustful desire that was beginning to demand immediate satisfaction.
"Oh, this is awful!" Lila shuddered at the hooded stranger's vile caresses. "Oh, please, your hands ... Don't ... Oooh! Don't hurt me!"
"I'm not going to hurt you, baby, I'm just going to fuck you!" Bill told her. His eyes drinking in her lewdly displayed body, nude from knees to waist, he quickly began unzipping his fly.
Twisting with shame and fear and feeling totally defenseless, Lila caught only a brief glimpse of his rigidly erect red manmeat as he stepped closer to her. "No, no, don't rape me!" the young girl pleaded. "Don't please! No!"
Grabbing the helpless girl's buttocks roughly with both hands, Bill abruptly sat her down right on top of his powerfully erect masculine organ!
"Eeeeeeeek!" Lila screamed at the bayonet-like impalement. The thick, bone-hard masculine shaft felt as if it were ripping her vagina apart as it penetrated all the way to the cervix. "Owwww! Ooooh! Owwwwwww!" Lila screamed as she found herself completely strung up on the turgid phallus like a worm caught on a giant fishing hook.
"Ahhhhhh!" Bill caught his breath with pleasure as he felt Lila's exquisite little box embracing his raging prick. The tightness was hard to believe.
"Oh, it hurts! It hurts!" Lila protested. The suffering teenager instinctively tried to escape the discomfort, but in the strung up, spread-eagle position she was totally helpless.
"You love it!" Bill chided the squirming girl. "I can just feel that little pussy of yours creaming all over me!" With that the older man began pumping with firm masculine strokes that nearly took Lila's breath away.
Absorbed in their activities of the moment, the two of them did not realize that another man had arrived on the scene!! His name was Tom Baxter and he was another member of the bizarre hunting party that had been organized back at the motel. Although disappointed that his opponent had beaten him to the prize, Tom stared avidly at the lovely, pigtailed girl strung up in total vulnerability.
"Oh, no!" Lila screamed when she caught sight of the newcomer gazing lustfully at her.
"You'll have to wait your turn, buddy!" Bill spoke out in a somewhat angry voice.
"Oh, I think there're things for me to do," Tom said, rubbing his hands with expectation.
With Bill still vigorously pumping it to her, Lila watched anxiously over her shoulder as Tom stepped behind her. His hands immediately began rubbing and caressing her lush buttocks, still pink from the spanking they had received earlier.
"Oh, don't stop!" Lila protested, squirming at the double masculine assault.
Dropping to a semi-kneeling position behind the young girl, Tom began kissing her cute posterior in lewd fashion. Using his fingers to separate the girlishly plump cheeks, he extended his nose into he crevice and eagerly began licking her tiny pink whole in a completely abandoned manner!
"Oh, nooooooo!" Lila screamed, shocked to her very depths yet exquisitely thrilled by the lascivious caress. "Oh, my God, I never heard of...." Keeping the lovely teenager's buttocks spread open with his hands, Tom proceeded to ream her with lusty swipes of his thick tongue. At the same time, Bill plugged it to her from the front with jackhammer thrusts of his rock hard cock. Caught between the two of them, Lila found herself experiencing sexual delights that far exceeded her wildest imagination. Her pelvis and gluteal muscles began twitching in numerous directions in a totally uncontrolled fashion.
"Oooh! Oooooh! Oh, my God! This is...." Lila cried out. "Oh, I can't take it...." she blurted out, the latter a reference to the exquisite ticklish sensation produced by Tom's tongue on her little pink hole.
By this time Tom found himself with a powerful erection and another interesting idea had popped into his head. Getting to his feet, he quickly opened up his fly and pulled his stiff, hotly pounding penis out into the open.
"What the ... "Bill reacted when he saw the other man stepping up behind Lila's spread-eagled body.
"OH, NO! NO! NOOOOO!!" Lila screamed in total terror when she realized what her second assailant had in mind. "NO! NO! DON'T LET HIM! OH, MY GOD, NO!! NOOOOO!!!"
Twitching and jerking frantically on Bill's upright prong, the horrified girl desperately tried to avoid the second penetration. But with her limbs spread in four directions, there was no way on earth for her to defend herself. Tom once again used his hands to spread Lila's pink bottom cheeks open and proceeded to align his rigid penis with her tiny aperture.
"OH, NOOO! NOOOOO! I CAN'T TAKE IT!" Lila begged, sobbing breathlessly and frantically trying to lock her sphincter muscles to bar the obscene intruder.
Holding Lila's curvaceous globes open, Tom thrust upward with his rock hard prick. The immense cock-head vigorously forced its way into the tiny but yielding opening, dilating the little tunnel in an almost brutal fashion.
"OWWWWWWWWW!" Lila screamed in anguish as the anal penetration seemed to rip her open like a knife.
"Oh, wow!" Tom exclaimed as he found the young girl's incredibly tight channel surrounding his hotly aching prick. He could distinctly feel the pressure created by his fellow assailant's thrusting penis.
"Owww! Oh, my God, two pricks in me at once!" Lila screamed with a mixture of despair and delight. "Can you feel it? Can you feel his prick in me?" she breathlessly asked the hooded stranger in front of her.
"Yes, I can feel it!" Bill replied as he continued thrusting with powerful strokes.
"Oh, my! Oh my! I ... Oh, it's...." Lila exclaimed. Caught in the human sandwich, the delirious young girl found the initial pain and discomfort quickly giving way to intense sexual pleasure. Two pricks in me at once, she kept telling herself. Two pricks in me at once! The two solid slabs of masculine meat placed an exquisite amount of pressure on her clitoris, and the tiny button was vibrantly alive with delicious sensations of raw physical pleasures that she had never experienced before.
"Two pricks at once! Two pricks at once!" Lila cried out exultantly. "I can't believe it! I can't believe it!"
The two men began thrusting more or less in unison, producing rapturous cries of masochistic excitement from the helpless girl. Given no choice but to ride up and down on the two rigidly upthrust cocks, Lila breathlessly flexed and puckered her pelvis and gluteal muscles with spasms of sexual delirium. Hot, oily feminine cream bubbled from her drooling cunt in furious gushes, and her entire body felt indescribably hot and tingly. At times she was afraid she would swoon away and be unable to enjoy the delicious sensations that were threatening to totally overcome her.
"Two pricks! I can't believe it! I can't believe it!" Lila repeated over and over again although she was almost too breathless to get the words out. "Two pricks! Two pricks at the very same time!"
Squirming and wriggling girlishly between her two assailants, Lila found herself being swept up in the initial waves of a tremendous orgasm. Sensing her forthcoming capitulation, both men thrust and stroked with all their might. Eyes closed and head thrown back in total rapture, Lila surrendered completely to the lustful feelings inspired by the bizarre assault.
"Ahhhhh! Oooooooooh!" Lila gasped and then uttered a shrill scream of total release as a powerful climax rocked her entire body. It felt as if a bomb had been set off in her.
As Bill shoved upward with all his might and sent his hot creams jetting into her flaming pussy, Tom thrust upward and assaulted her anal canal with hot streams of masculine lava. Aware of the two exploding fountains inside her, Lila screamed once again and found herself giving way to first one tumultuous orgasm after another. She knew she would never be the same again.
Their lust satisfied, the two men quickly departed without giving any thought to releasing the young girl they had just violated. But Lila was so overcome with erotic satiation that she did not at first realize they had gone. "More! More! More!" she kept crying long after they had departed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Babs Lanier was a broken woman. In the space of a few short days, she had become hopelessly addicted to the masochistic torments inflicted on her by her sadistic captors. Although she at times feared for her daughter's safety, she was beginning to hope that her husband never came to rescue her. That way she could wallow endlessly in her new role as chambermaid-sex slave. She was even beginning to get used to her dreadful blue cotton uniform, although she still blushed and felt horribly self-conscious when a motel guest spotted her in it.
"Come with us, Babs," Max Thompson told her when he caught sight of her in the motel hallway.
The young matron said nothing as he took her by the arm and started leading her out through a backdoor, The young bellboy, Steve Carter, and Max's girl friend Kathleen were waiting for them in a late model passenger car. With Steve at the wheel, Babs found herself in the backseat between Max and his intended fiance. Feeling uneasy and self-conscious, the older woman tugged at the hem of her blue uniform to cover up more of her black stockings.
"Not so modest!" Max said, grinning at her. As he spoke, he reached over and pulled her hem upward, not stopping until her tautly pulled dark stockingtips, garter belt clips and a glimpse of milk white thigh were on view.
Blushing to the roots of her brunette hair, Babs made no attempt to resist him although she felt simply brazen with her dress pulled up like that. She could sense that the young woman at her side was looking at her with more than a little interest, and that made her decidedly uncomfortable. "Could you tell me where you're taking me?" she addressed the question to Max.
"To a party!" Max replied. "It seems that your husband has finally raised the ransom money, so we're going to have one final fling before we let you go!
Babs felt strangely unexcited about her forthcoming release. In fact, the news was a little disappointing.
"I'm surprised you're not more elated, Babs," Max said, placing one hand familiarly on her stocking-clad thigh as he spoke. "Perhaps you've come to enjoy your new role as chambermaid and playmate."
The remark produced snickers from his two companions. Watching his hand carefully, Babs thought it best not to reply. To her dismay and consternation, Kathleen placed her hand on her opposite thigh and began kneading it in a familiar manner! The Lesbian familiarity made the brunette matron simply freeze, and she sat rigidly trying to maintain her self-control. To her relief they soon arrived at what was apparently their destination, a little, out-of-the-way cottage off the main highway.
"Okay, Babs, out we go!" Max said as he opened the car door. The four of them emerged from the car and prepared to go inside. "All right, Babs, keep your hands busy!" Max told her, motioning upward with his hands.
Babs knew exactly what he meant. Blushing furiously but secretly enjoying her own humiliation, the young matron reached down and rolled the hem of her blue uniform up to reveal her dark stockingtops and white thighs.
"Okay, forward march!" Max said, after hastily stripping a slender switch from a nearby sapling.
Keenly aware of Steve and Kathleen's amused snickers, Babs marched red-faced and ashamed into the house with her dress held brazenly aloft. Max followed her in a closely supervisory fashion, flicking the switch menacingly against her nylons to make her all the more apprehensive, Inside the cottage he flicked on a switch that lit up a surprisingly spacious, well furnished living room.
"When are you going to start making her do tricks?" Kathleen asked in an expectant voice.
Babs shuddered and cast a spiteful glance at the buxom, cheap looking blonde whom she had already grown to despise. Standing self-consciously in the middle of the room while the others flopped into comfortable seats, Babs submissively kept holding her dress up in self-abasement although she knew only too well what a sight she was making of herself.
"Get down to your garter belt and stockings!" Max told the embarrassed matron, flicking the switch at her to show that he meant business.
Blushing and trying hard to pretend that she did not notice the amused and interested looks she was receiving, Babs slipped out of her blue chambermaid uniform and hung it over the back of a chair. Unable to look any of them in the eye, she stood meekly before them attired only in pink satin latex brassiere, matching panties, black garter belt and sheer black nylon hose. Steve's appreciative whistle and Kathleen's amused titters made her feel all the more embarrassed.
"Come on, we haven't got all day!" Max urged. Slipping out of her shoes, Babs self-consciously began undoing her brassiere. The attentive audience watched closely as her full, scarlet-dipped breasts spilled seductively from the cones of the brassiere, and jounced like bowls of jello from their suddenly lost support.
"Take it off! Take it off!" Steve called out playfully, as if he were in a burlesque house.
Shamefaced and crimson with embarrassment, Babs hooked her fingers into the waistband of her pink panties. As she did so, she was very uncomfortably aware of the fact that the other female present was eyeing her just as intently as the males, and that could lead to things she didn't want to think about. After a moment's hesitation, Babs stripped off her panties and stood in sexual shame before her captors attired only in her black garter belt and nylon stockings.
"Come over here!" Max commanded.
Babs obeyed although she did not like the sight of the penile-looking object in his hand. The artificial penis was in fact a dildo, though that particular word was not in her vocabulary.
"Turn around," Max told her. "Now bend over and spread your cheeks!"
Thoroughly embarrassed at having to expose herself like that, Babs shuddered as she felt the lewd object being inserted into her anal canal. "Oooh!" she gasped, trying to take evasive action.
"Hold still!" Max demanded.
Tears that mixed discomfort and humiliation trickled down the older woman's face as the dildo dilated her anal channel.
"Now hold it in there yourself!" Max told her, permitting her to straighten up. "We got a bigger one in case you let that one fall out!"
Feeling ridiculous and humiliated, Babs stood miserably aware of the broad grins on the others' faces.
"Okay, Steve, let's get undressed," Max suggested.
The two men began removing their clothes. As more and more bare masculine flesh came into view, Babs felt some sense of relief that the other female present was remaining fully clothed at least for the moment. Completely nude, the two men seated themselves casually a few feet apart.
"Come on, Babsie," Max said in a tormenting voice. "You got two cocks to get hard, so get to work! Show us what you can do with that hot mouth of yours!"
"Oh, please, not in front...." Babs' knees buckled at the very thought of performing such an act in front of an audience.
"Yes, in front of everyone!" Max broke in in a loud voice, picking up the switch as he spoke. "You're going to get down on your knees and suck cock! And keep that dildo in your ass while you're doing it!"
"Oooooooh!" Gasping with self-pity and distress, Babs collapsed to a kneeling position before her sadistic captor. Casting a darting glance at the spectators, the miserable woman clasped Max's slack penis in one hand and held it out at the right angle.
"Put it in your mouth!" Max demanded.
Casting another hasty look around, Babs shamefacedly opened her pretty mouth and surrendered. As she worked the crown of Max's sleek cock between her lips, she was all too aware of the fact that Kathleen had moved into a position where she could observe the enforced fellatio in every detail. Burning with humiliation and degradation, Babs began the process of learning that masochistic gratification could be greatly intensified by having an appreciative audience to titillate one's exhibitionistic tendencies.
"Look at her chow down on that!" Kathleen remarked with an amused laugh. "A born cocksucker if there ever was one!"
Humiliated by the younger woman's scornful words, Babs stroked and fondled Max's prick with one hand and her mouth, while reserving the other hand to hold the dildo in her rear-end. The tormented tourist could feel the blood flowing quickly into Max's supple organ, which rapidly began to shape up under her intimate caresses.
"Look at her eat cock!" Kathleen remarked, leaning even closer to observe the hotly blushing fellatrix.
"Make her stop, please!" Babs impulsively pleaded, abruptly withdrawing her mouth from her tormentor's quickly expanding penis.
"Put it back in your mouth, Babsie!" Max told her in an irate voice. "I told you to suck cock, so keep doing it!"
"Ooooooh!" Babs moaned with self-pity as she immediately capitulated and plunged her mouth down over Max's purplish-hued cock-head. Trying to ignore the fact that everyone was watching her, she sucked and stroked on Max's masculine organ in total submission. Out of the comer of her eye, she noticed that Kathleen had removed her slacks and sweater and was starting to peel off her white bra and panties. As Max's cock swelled to its full proportions, Kathleen finished disrobing completely.
"Okay, slave, you got another cock to work on!" Max reminded her.
"Oh, please, don't make me do this in front of...." Babs protested as she drew back.
"Shut up!" Max told her curtly. "Put Steve's cock in your mouth and start sucking on it!"
Miserable and unable to look at any of them, and ashamed as well as sexually titillated by the dildo with which she was abasing herself, Babs rose and walked over to Steve's seated figure. As she did so, she noticed Max and Kathleen lewdly fondling one another's naked bodies as they smirked and tittered at her lowly status. Humiliated but aglow with masochistic exhilaration, Babs almost fell to her knees before Steve and began fellating him in a worshipful manner.
"You've really got her trained, baby!" Kathleen told her boyfriend with an amused laugh.
"You should have seen that hoity-toity society lady when I first got hold of her!" Max replied with a laugh.
Her cheeks burning words, Babs sucked miserably on Steve's bright red penis. Quickly responding to the older woman's oral caresses, the masculine shaft quickly expanded and hardened into a full, throbbing erection. Despite her degradation, Babs could not deny that she enjoyed the taste of hot, hard cock in her mouth.
"Now that you're both hard, why don't you both plug it to her at the same time?" Kathleen suggested with a naughty giggle.
The lewd suggestion made Babs shudder and the kneeling matron started to turn around to protest. But Steve's hand caught her head and pushed her face back toward his stiffly erect member.
"Keep it in your mouth," the young mar directed her.
Max and Kathleen got up and strolled over to the other two.
"Okay, slave, up on your feet," Max directed. "But keep bent over at the waist with Steve's cock in your mouth!"
Two pricks in me at once! Oh, my God, this really can't be happening to me, Babs thought to herself. I never dreamed of something like that ever happening to me! Without relinquishing Steve's hot pounding prick from her oral embrace, Babs managed to get to her stocking feet. The bent over position left her feeling thoroughly vulnerable from the rear, but she assumed that Max would not replace the dildo that was expanding in her anal canal. "Here, Kathy, hold the dildo in her ass!" Max suggested.
The buxom young blonde was only too willing to help out, and Babs immediately felt the pressure as she jabbed it in a little farther.
"Mmmmmmm!" Babs' pained reaction was largely muffled by the presence of Steve's turgid prick in her mouth.
Max stepped up behind the bent over woman and Babs immediately felt his jutting penis sliding into her hot, steamy vagina. With the available space reduced by the dildo, it was a tight fit. It's unbelievable, Babs thought to herself, horrified but thrilled by the depths of depravity to which she had sunk. Two pricks in me at the same time! Three, in fact! Who would ever dream a housewife like me would be in to something like this?
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" Babs tried to speak but Steve's thick cock made it impossible for her to get the words out.
"Just keep sucking, Babsie!" Steve told her, holding her brunette head in his lap. "No need for you to talk!"
Standing erect behind her, Max began to thrust with easy flowing motions, penetrating fully with each forward thrust. He could feel the hot oils bubbling up in her pink tunnel, thoroughly soaking his raging prick with their syrupy fluids.
"Just keep that dildo in her ass!" he directed Kathleen.
"Jeez, what a sight!" Kathleen remarked as she watched the three of them in action.
Doubly stimulated by the dildo in her rectal channel and the surging prick in her vagina, Babs excitedly sucked on Steve's rock hard slab of manmeat. Her fingers eagerly stroked and pulled on those portions she couldn't get into her mouth, and at times she couldn't resist the temptation to gently stroke his bright red balls. The look of contemptuous superiority on the young man's face as he watched her submissive performance enhanced her masochistic arousal.
"This old gal is really some cocksucker!" Steve announced. "Life's going to be dull for her after this!"
He's right, of course, Babs told herself. I'll never be the same again. Once you've done things like this, you can't change. Oh, God, two cocks in me at once and I'll bet they're both going to explode any second! Tormented by thoughts of the double creaming to come, the excited woman sucked furiously on Steve's bone hard tool while at the same time shaking her hips with complete abandon. The dual titillation of the hard dildo and Max's even harder prick left her tiny clitoris burning with raw, feverish intensity.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" Breathless and moaning with sexual desire, Babs nevertheless managed to keep Steve's wildly pulsating shaft deeply plunged into her mouth. The young man was running his hands through her brunette hair, more or less forcibly holding her in position. She could sense that he was going to detonate at any moment.
"She's gonna give any second!" Kathleen remarked, screwing the dildo in as far as it would go.
Jerking his pelvis with quick, jerky movements, Steve held back as long as he could and finally simply let go. Babs' entire body jerked convulsively as hot masculine lava blasted into her mouth, splattering in all directions. At the same time, Max thrust forward with all his might and the young matron felt a hot hose-like gush of masculine cream in her vagina.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Gurgling happily on Steve's murky, viscous fluids, Babs surrendered to a violent orgasm and would have completely lost her balance had not Max been holding her. The intense spasms inspired by her first double-creaming assaulted her with intense force, and her entire body shuddered as if struck by lightning. Two pricks at once, I can't believe it, the tormented woman kept repeating to herself. Two pricks at once! How many other women my age have ever had something like that happen to them?
"Ahhhhhhh!" Max said with obvious satisfaction as he withdrew from the bent over woman's vagina.
Breathless and feeling weak, Babs sank to her knees between Steve's outstretched legs. Although no one told her to do so, she kept the dildo in her rear and submissively licked Steve's now slack prick to clean it of the excess cream.
"Well, it seems to me that you studs are having all the fun," Kathleen spoke with mock petulance. "I don't see why she can't turn me on too!"
Still trying to recover from the emotional shock waves of her first venture into group sex, Babs felt a sudden chill of ice-cold terror freezing her body.
Surely, they wouldn't, couldn't make her do something like that!!!
"It's all up to you, Kathy!" Max told her with a shrug. "After all, Babsie's our slave and has to do whatever we want whether she wants to or not!"
"OH, NOOOOOOO!!" Babs screamed with mounting horror. "NOT WITH ANOTHER GIRL!! NOOOOO!" Hands clasped in a prayerful attitude, the distraught woman instantly knelt before Max to plead her case. "Oh, no, please! I'll do anything else! Anything! But not THAT!!" As she spoke, Babs cast a wide-eyed, horrified look at Kathleen's wheat-colored bush, and then quickly averted her head in total revulsion. "OH, NO, NEVER!!! OH, NO, OH, PLEASE!!!"
Babs' performance drew only snickers from her amused audience.
"A sex slave doesn't have any choice," Max told the hapless woman.
Kathleen curled up on a black leather couch and drew her knees back and apart to expose herself in a thoroughly wanton fashion.
"Go on!" Max urged, pointing in the direction of his girl friend's lewdly displayed pussy.
Taking a quick look at the other woman, Babs once again turned her head aside. Shudders of revulsion shook her entire body. "You'll have to force me!" she said in a broken voice. "I couldn't possibly do ... "
"All right, if that's the way you feel!" Max said, reaching out and grabbing the kneeling woman by the wrist. Without wasting any time, he pulled her face down over his bare thighs.
Tensing in expectation of the chastisement to come, Babs cast another quick, deeply shamefaced look at the pink feminine groove with its glittering, saucily fat lips. Whack! Max's big hand landed with a loud splat directly across her upturned bottom.
"Oww!" Babs cried out, her stockinged legs flying upward in reflexive response. "I don't care how hard you spank me, I won't ... "
"We'll see about that!" Max replied grimly.
Smack! Whack! Splat! As his two companions watched with snickers, titters and an unconcealed amusement that Babs found thoroughly humiliating, Max proceeded to administer a thorough, almost brutal, spanking. Collapsing in sobs of pain and humiliation, Babs squirmed and wriggled and kicked her shapely, nylon-clad legs more in the manner of a youngster than a thirty-seven-year-old housewife. Her reddening buttocks quickly became a sheet of flame, making each successive spank all the more painful.
"Ouch! Owww! Ohhhh! Ouch! Oh, boo hoo hoo!" Crying miserably, Babs began to feel that her torment would never end.
"Here, Steve, take over for awhile!" Max announced.
Sobbing and haplessly trying to plead with her relentless tormentors, Babs was quickly passed over to Steve's lap. The younger man proved even more sadistic than his predecessor. Holding the weeping and distraught woman face down over his lap in commanding fashion, he began applying his palm to her burning buttocks with blistering effect. Each spank produced an anguished scream and wild gyrations from the nearly hysterical woman, and at one point Kathleen put her hands over her ears to muffle the earsplitting screams.
"Ouch! Owwww! Oh, noooo! Owwww! Ouch! Please, I can't stand it! Owwwwww!" The suffering woman found herself in a delirium of masochistic torment. The indescribably hot burning sensation in her hindquarters not only stimulated her sexually, but broke down what inhibitions she had left.
After allowing the spanking to go on for what seemed like an eternity to the nearly hysterical victim, Max got up and strolled over to where Steve was seated. The sadistic intoxication of the occasion had given both males erections. After a moment, Max signaled his companion to hold up the chastisement.
"Well, Babs, do you want more punishment or are you ready to eat pussy?" Max asked.
Babs was crying too hard to answer immediately, and her first few attempts to speak resulted in failure. "I-I'm r-r-ready to e-e-eat ... p...." The agonized woman could not bring herself to utter the final word.
Sobbing and much too limp to transport herself, Babs was escorted over to the couch by the two men. As once again she caught sight of Kathleen's wantonly displayed coral groove, the horrified young matron burst into a fresh cloudburst of sobs and cast a martyred glance at her chief oppressor.
"Eat it!" Max told her in a relentless voice.
"I'm only doing it because you're forcing me," Babs tearfully replied. Kneeling on the couch, the attractive brunette tried to avoid looking at the shameful feminine grotto where she would soon be worshipping in total abasement.
"Come on, Babs, I'm getting itchy!" Kathleen tormented the miserable woman.
Steve leaned forward and used his fingertips to spread open the juicy, petulant lips of Kathleen's watery pussy. "There, Babsie, look at all that nice fresh meat!" the young man told her in a gleeful voice.
"Oooooooh!" Babs wailed as she caught sight of the luridly displayed expanse of bright red feminine meat.
"Eat it! You have to make her come!" Max told her, pushing her brunette head down toward the lewdly opened gash.
"Oh, no!" Babs gasped at the horrifying thought of bringing her feminine partner to completion in that degrading manner.
Pushing relentlessly on her head with one hand, Max crudely slipped his fingers between her legs and began fingerfucking her in a vigorous fashion.
"Oooohhhh!" With one final whimper of self-pity and despair, Babs capitulated and buried her face in the shapely blonde's wet muff. Assailed by the pungent feminine aromas, Babs required considerable effort to avoid recoiling in horror from the sticky hairs and slippery, wet meat that suddenly tormented her mouth and face. At first nearly losing her way in the lushly carpeted, sopping wet jungle, Babs managed to extend her tongue and began working with servile swipes.
"That's the way!" Steve told her, still holding the pink petals of Kathleen's juicy cunt wide open for the cunnilingus initiate. "Eat pussy!"
"Mmmmmm, feels good!" Kathleen remarked in a playfully kittenish fashion.
They're forcing me to do this! What a degrading thing to do! Babs' tortured mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. With her background and prior attitudes, the comely matron would never be able to admit that she could enjoy something as debased as cunnilingus. But threatened with force and compelled to perform the detestable act, she behaved with masochistic servility and deep in her soul allowed herself to wallow in degradation.
"Looks as if she's been eating cunt all her life!" Max remarked with an amused laugh.
"Mmmmm, it really feels good, too!" Kathleen spoke in a pleased voice. The youthful blonde began thrusting her pelvis back and forth with quick, jerky movements. "Why don't you ride her from the rear, Maxie?" she suggested.
"Good idea!" Max immediately knelt behind the kneeling woman and penetrated her vagina from the rear dog-fashion.
"Mmmmmmm!" Her face buried in Kathleen's sopping wet cunt, Babs wriggled appreciatively at the heterosexual union.
"Keep your face in it!" Steve ordered. He was still holding Kathleen's cuntal lips open and was assuming the role of movie director for the three participants. "Now, plug it in her! And Kathy, throw your ass up in the air at the same time!"
Caught between the two of them, Babs found herself in heaven and hell at the same time. Frantically slurping and drinking the other woman's feminine dew in a manner she regarded as positively perverse, Babs wriggled shamelessly as Max pumped it to her from the rear with jackhammer strokes.
"Keep doing it! Keep doing it!" Steve shouted at the struggling trio. "Keep doing it!"
"I'm cummmmmm...." Kathleen squealed ecstatically, her clawing hands clutching Babs' brunette head and giving her mouth and face no escape from their fate.
Nearly drowning in the hot whirlpool of Kathleen's churning cunt, Babs nearly collapsed as Max slammed down upon her and erupted like a geyser. Totally intoxicated by her own complete degradation and the medley of raw physical pleasures that were assailing her, the tormented tourist found herself experiencing a savage orgasm that she knew even then had completed her conversion to the bittersweet delights of sadomasochism.
"I want to butt fuck her next!" Steve announced.
"I want to sit on her face!" Kathleen said. "Really smother her!"
Babs listened to their lewd suggestions with outward tears but with alacrity in her heart. She was even beginning to think up some ideas herself....
CHAPTER NINE
It was all over as quickly as it had begun. When he received the ransom demand, Harper Lanier wasted no time in notifying the authorities. As it came out later, a suspicious guest at the motel tipped off the local police and that was that. Max Thompson and all of his associates were promptly arrested, and Barbara Lanier and her daughter Lila released.
When the Lanier family proved reluctant to prosecute because of Lila's tender age and the embarrassment that would result from a public trial, counsel for the defendants was able to plea bargain light sentences for the various culprits. Max's girl friend, Kathleen, was put on probation, and the men received the type of slap-on-the-wrist sentence usually reserved for erring politicians.
However, the story does not end there. When she returned to her lavish Chicago apartment, Barbara Lanier brought along with her a supply of blue chambermaid uniforms. Having learned many of the details of what had transpired at the motel, Harper Lanier understood the meaning of the blue uniforms when he saw them hanging in his wife's closet. And one Saturday night when the two of them were alone in the apartment, Harper Lanier abruptly ordered his wife to go and change.
Barbara Lanier knew exactly what he meant. A few minutes later the blushing, highly embarrassed matron appeared before her husband wearing a shamelessly short blue chambermaid uniform that barely covered the tops of her black stockings, and carrying a solid wooden hairbrush. Taking the hairbrush, Harper Lanier swept his wife face down over his lap, yanked back her dress, pulled down her black panties, and proceeded to administer a classic hairbrush spanking. When it was over Barbara's spacious feminine buttocks were the color of a late August sunset, and the tormented housewife was weeping with a mixture of anguish and masochistic rapture.
Afterwards, the miserable woman was marched to the comer like a child, where she stood sobbing, bare bottomed and disgraced. Fifteen minutes later, with Barbara still glowing from her spanking, the two of them fell into bed for the wildest sex since their honeymoon.
