Here is a trio of hard-hitting novellas, tales of rape and heavy bondage which will stun and stimulate your senses with their impact!
Here you will find nubile young teenage lovelies, trapped by cruel adult tormentors in a shadow world of sadism and sexual submission!
Heavy bondage-helpless girls in strict restraint, unable to stop the violation of their young bodies as they suffer every perversion!
"PUNISHED IN THE PAIN CLINIC"-for young Susan, the nightmare started when her step-father raped her! But it was even worse when she became the captive of a dominant lesbian nurse!
"DUNGEON OF DEGRADED TEENS" Linda and Annie were teen runaways who ran into an orgy of sadomasochistic domination at the hands of a leather mistress and her brutish male assistants!
"OFFICE RAPE ORDEAL"-Her boss was this beauty's master! But when he left her in bondage in his office, she was stolen by lust-crazed rapists!
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Punished In The Pain Clinic
CHAPTER ONE
Young Susan screamed as she was taken to the examination room.
She shrieked, "For God's sake, let me go! Please! I'm not insane!"
She was a startlingly attractive brunette in her late teens, with a lovely face and a lushly nubile body. But her face was stamped with fear and rage, and her body strained against the restraints which held it.
She lay on her back on a wheeled stretcher. Canvas straps pinned her down. Her full firm breasts heaved as she struggled in vain.
Hugo the orderly pushed the stretcher down the hall toward a pair of double doors at the end of it-the entrance to the examination room.
He was a short, stooped, twisted little man in his late forties. His thinning hair was greased back. His skin was leathery. He had oversized hairy hands.
He wore white-the white uniform of a hospital orderly.
Susan, too, was dressed in white-a one-piece gown made of thin cotton which eking to her curves and revealed the outlines of her perfect young body.
A canvas restraining strap ran across her chest, just below her breasts. It pinned down her arms to her sides, immobilizing them.
A second strap ran across her rounded thighs, just above the knees, holding down her long legs, so she could not kick or thrash.
The double doors of the examination room drew nearer and nearer.
Hugo pushed the front of the wheeled stretcher against the doors, which swung open to admit him, then closed behind him and the girl when they were inside.
Susan fell silent and stopped screaming.
There was someone in the room-a nurse in a white uniform. She stood alongside a leather covered examining table, glancing at a manila folder.
A sharp heavy smell of disinfectant and alcohol filled Susan's nostrils. She jerked her head up as much as her restraints would permit.
She scanned the room. It was small-an intimate size, hardly much larger than the private room where she was kept in confinement.
But the medical atmosphere was clinical, cold, chilling. Her flesh crawled.
There was a white-tiled floor and green-tiled walls which rose up for five feet, then switched to plastered walls painted a pale green.
Banks of fluorescent lights shone down from overhead, casting an unnatural and unappealing cold light. The fixtures buzzed softly.
There was a stainless steel sink, its faucets gleaming. Wooden cabinets with glass fronts, filled with bottled drugs, were attached to the walls.
On the opposite side of the room from where the examining table was, there was a deep porcelain bathtub and a toilet stall.
The nurse was in her mid-twenties, only seven or so years older than Susan.
Susan recognized her as Flora Hanes, one of the permanent staff personnel. Flora was tall and straight and slim, with high firm breasts.
In the interests of hygiene, her dark brown hair, which glinted with smoky red highlights, was pinned up in a primly severe bun.
A stiff starched peaked nurse's cap was pinned to the top of her head. She wore a white uniform dress, white stockings, white rubber-soled shoes.
She had a wide heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, sunken cheeks, a sharply pointed nose and chin. Her expression was professionally expressionless.
The rubber wheels of the stretcher squeaked on the tiled floor as Hugo pushed Susan over to the examining table and the nurse.
Flora seemed absorbed in the documents contained in the manila folder. She did not look up as she said coolly, "Thank you, Hugo."
Hugo did not depart, but lingered. Flora looked up, the faintest twinge of irritation flickering across her composed face.
"Thank you. That will be all, Hugo. You may leave now."
Still, Hugo remained. He pointed at Susan. "This one's a wild one, Nurse. Crazy wild. Maybe I better stick around in case you need a hand."
Flora pointed at the double doors. "You may remain outside, Hugo. If I need you, I will call for you. Otherwise, stay out there and don't come in."
She kept pointing at the door. Hugo coughed softly, then shuffled across the room and out the door, which swung shut after he exited.
With a brisk business-like cheerfulness, Flora closed the folder and set it aside. "Good morning, Susan. How are you feeling today, dear?"
"How am I supposed to feel?" Susan demanded. "I've been hijacked to this awful place! Nobody listens to a word I say! It's horrible-horrible!"
"I'll listen, Susan. What is it you have to say?"
Susan fought to keep her raging emotions in check, to keep calm.
"Listen," Susan desperately began. "I don't belong in this place! There's nothing wrong with me-I'm not crazy!"
"Of course you're not, dear," Flora soothed. "Nobody said that you are, as you put it, 'crazy'. That's a derogatory label we don't use here at the Clinic."
"My step-father is trying to make out like I'm crazy!" Susan hissed. "This is all part of his plot against me!"
"Plot?" Flora echoed. "What plot is that, dear?"
Susan told her story. It had begun some six months ago, when her wealthy and widowed mother remarried. Her new husband was younger than herself.
Bart was his name. He was an oily type, and Susan took a strong dislike to him from the start. She had never trusted him.
She suspected that Bart was just another fortune hunter, interested only in her mother's money. Susan had a nose for chiselers. :
Rich girls learn early how to spot people who are interested only in their money, and not in themselves. She sized Bart up as a fortune hunter.
But Mother would not listen to a word against him. Apparently she found him some kind of stud who could thrill her with sexual passion.
Her late husband was no sexual dynamo, and had been ten years older than Mother. Only with Bart had she discovered sexual ecstasy.
Despite Susan's objections, Mother married him. It wasn't long after the couple returned from their honeymoon that the real trouble began.
Susan was a beauty, with black hair, green eyes, and a delicately formed face with clean classic features.
Her face had the fine-boned beauty of a high-fashion model, but, unlike those clothes-horses, Susan had a lushly curved body.
Despite her youth, her face was almost adult-and her understanding of people's true motives was equally adult.
She knew Bart wanted her. Once the honeymoon ended, her step-father hardly tried to hide his lust when Mother wasn't around.
Susan loathed Bart. He was big and bluff, with dark hair and a square-shaped face with a big jaw and a cleft chin.
He was a bull of a man, broad-shouldered, with thick arms and a solid torso.
He was always trying to touch Susan. More than once, when he put his hand on her shoulder or started to stroke her fine hair, she informed him in her iciest voice that she just absolutely loathed to be touched.
It wasn't until she had discovered that Bart was cheating on her mother that the crisis came to a full head.
Bart had a roving eye. He was having an affair with one of the household servants, a saucy, sexed-up maid not much older than Susan.
The maid's name was Marie. Susan rarely if ever paid any attention to her household servants. They were human machines she noticed only when they performed improperly.
Marie was a cheaply obvious and vulgar little slut, was Susan's estimation.
Marie had dyed, blonde hair with black roots, a round face, and a wide, red-lipped mouth. Her body was ripely, voluptuously curved.
Marie called attention to her figure by wearing uniforms which were too small and tight for her, so they revealed her abundant masses of flesh.
For some time, Susan had suspected that Bart was having Marie. A few nights ago, she decided to confirm her suspicions.
The time was right. Her mother was away, visiting some friends. Susan pretended to Bart that she was going away herself for the week-end.
Susan went no farther than a few hundred yards from the mansion. She hid and waited for nightfall to make her move.
At sunset, she noticed that all the servants were leaving the house. Most of the servants worked there by day, and lived in the nearby town, but a few of them were on permanent duty, and lived in the servant's quarters.
Their quarters were a series of rooms in what was the upper level of an old carriage yard, some distance from the main house.
Apparently Bart had given all the staff the night off. Susan waited and watched, but did not see Marie emerge along with the others.
She waited a while longer, before letting herself into the sprawling old mansion through a remote side door. She crept through the house.
As she padded on tiptoes through the dark halls, her stomach knotted with tension as she approached the drawing room on the first floor, she heard the clinking of glasses and the sound of voices raised in laughter.
She closed in on the drawing room, where her suspicions were confirmed.
Bart was entertaining Marie. The little bitch had removed her black uniform-or perhaps Bart had taken it off her.
At any rate, Marie lolled on the couch, dressed only in her bra, panties, and high heeled shoes. She drank from a long-stemmed glass.
The maid's sexy lingerie was black, contrasting with her soft masses of pink flesh. Bart sat beside her, stroking her.
He had stripped off his shirt, and was bare from the waist up. Matted black hair was thick on his chest, back, and belly.
Marie's hand reached between his legs. She fondled the bulging erection in the crotch of his trousers while he sipped his drink.
Susan saw red. She burst into the room, startling the couple. Marie jumped up, her face white, spilling her drink on her bare thighs.
Bart was cooler, more controlled. Susan had to admit he was a cold-blooded son of a bitch. His expression hardly changed when Susan confronted him.
She was icily furious and triumphant. Now that she had the goods on him, he was finished in this house. She would tell Mother everything!
Suavely Bart tried to reason with her. He pointed out how devastated Mother would be to discover this. Wouldn't Susan give him another chance.
"Hell, no!" snapped Susan. She was going to telephone Mother right this instant and give her the bad news. She started to leave the room.
As she stalked out into the hall, she heard Marie babbling something, and Bart saying, "Don't panic-we can handle this!"
Susan reached the nearest phone, which was in the kitchen. Her face was flushed and hot, and her eyes were narrowed with vindictiveness.
She pulled the phone off the hook and dialed the number of the friends Mother was staying with. She was shaking with fury and triumph.
She put the number through, but before the phone ran, it was disconnected.
Bart was beliind her, his hand pressing down on the hook of the phone, cutting off the call. Susan had been so self-absorbed that she hadn't even heard him.
She whirled angrily to confront him. He was still bare-chested, and the animal masculine sweat which shone on his flesh offended her.
Her fury mounted when she saw Marie standing in the doorframe, an insolent smile on her lips. She hadn't even bothered to dress.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Susan demanded. She pointed at Marie. "As for you, you little whore, you can pack your bags and get out of here!"
Bart said, "You think that you've got everything figured out, don't you, Susan? You don't realize what a naive, silly little girl you are."
"If you don't get your hand off this phone, you greasy son of a bitch, I'll-"
Susan was silenced by the slap which Bart rocked her with. His hand flew up, smacking her on the side of the face, making her reel.
Susan's head rocked from the impact. There was the ringing sound of flesh striking flesh. Susan staggered against the wall, dropping the phone.
She had never been struck in anger in her life. There was a hot numbed feeling on her face where he had hit her.
Marie's vicious laughter made her blood boil. Susan shook her head to clear it.
Shaping her words carefully and distinctly, she said, "You're going to spend the rest of your life regretting what you just did!"
Bark sneered, "You still don't get the picture, Sue." She hated to be called anything other than "Susan". "You're the one in big trouble."
"Do it to her now," Marie hissed, entering the kitchen.
Susan wore a short nylon jacket, a thin white blouse, and khaki pants which were tight at the hips and baggy in the legs.
"You just got your first lesson in manners, Sue." Bart reached for her. "Now, you'll have another!" He grabbed her shirtfront.
Susan choked with rage as Bart tore a fistful of her blouse open, exposing the simple white bra which cupped her lush, lovely breasts.
Her hands were shaped into claws which she aimed at his eyes. Bart grabbed her by the wrists, squeezing so tightly that Susan gasped.
Her face went white with pain. She tried to knee Bart. He turned aside and caught the knee in his thigh. He grunted with pain.
"Thanks," he said, "that makes everything easier!"
The power in his arms frightened Susan. She was like a child in his hands as he forced her down to her knees on the kitchen floor.
"Stop! You maniac! What are you doing, you bast-"
Susan struggled as Bart pulled off her jacket and tossed it aside. She was on her back on the floor. His red face was furious and leering down at her.
She gasped as he tore off her blouse, shredding the soft fabric with his big hands. Her breasts shook in her bra as she struggled.
Marie looked down, her eyes hot and excited as Bart popped open the top of Susan's pants and pulled down the zipper.
Fear made Susan struggle, but her struggles were all useless. Bart grabbed the ankles of her kicking feet and lifted her legs high off the floor.
He pulled off her shoes, then yanked the pants off her feet. Sue now wore only her bra and panties.
Bart gripped her bra in front, where a thin band of elastic connected the twin white cups. Violently he pulled it to him.
The straps were stretched past the breaking point and tore loose. Susan shrieked in a thin, high voice as her breasts were exposed.
The mounds of flesh shook. They were white and soft and spreading, with pink nipples and rosettes. Susan was stabbed by sexual terror.
Abandoning her effort to escape, she crossed her arms over her chest, covering her breasts. She started screaming for help.
"Go ahead, scream all you like!" Bart said. "There's nobody to hear you-I gave all the servants the night off!"
He held Susan down on the floor while he ordered Marie to get something to bind the girl. Marie got some cord from the pantry.
Marie's face was shining and excited, with red rosy spots of color rising up in her cheeks. Her eyes were bright, and her lips were parted.
Bart turned Susan over on her belly. She screeched with pain as he pulled her arms away from her chest and back behind her.
He crossed her wrists, holding both of them in one of his big hands while he used the cord Marie supplied him with to tie Susan's hands.
Susan gasped as the thin but tough cords bit deep into her soft flesh.
When Bart finished, Susan struggled against the bonds, and could make not the slightest bit of headway against them.
Bart hooked his big hands under her bound arms and roughly jerked her to her feet. Susan went limp, but he effortlessly held her lightweight body up.
Here was a comprehensively equipped kitchen, where the cook could prepare the gourmet meals which Susan and Mother demanded.
Bart dragged Susan across the floor. There were rows of pots and pans hanging from hooks on the walls, and a wooden butcher's block table.
Since Mother entertained often, with many dinner parties, the butcher's block was used by the cook to prepare the cuts of expensive prime meat.
Bart pushed Susan face down across the smooth wooden block. Susan's rage at being manhandled was overpowered by her fear, now.
Her lush breasts pressed the wooden block, their ripe soft masses of flesh flattening and spreading to the sides as Bart pressed her down.
He put his hand on her back, holding her down. Susan was bent forward from the waist, with her feet planted on the floor.
Bart held her while Marie, obeying his instructions, tied Susan's ankles to the legs of the table with more of the cord, Marie smiled sadistically as she pulled the cords tight, digging them into Susan's soft flesh pulling the knots as tight as she could.
When she was done tying the girl's feet, Marie rose up, her thighs flexing, the oversized masses of flesh in her black lace bra jiggling.
Susan blinked through tears of fear. "What are you doing?! You can't get away with this! You'll only make it worse on yourself!"
"We'll take our chances," Bart laughed.
"If-if you let me go now, I won't tell about this! I-I won't even tell about you and Marie being together, I promise!"
"You sure won't!" Marie snickered.
The smug triumph in Marie's voice added to Susan's fears. Marie sounded sure of herself, positive that she and Bart were in total control.
What were they going to do to Susan?
Susan screamed. Bart frowned with annoyance. He raised his voice to be heard over Susan. "That screaming is getting on my nerves-we'll have to gag her."
"I know just what we can use." Marie slipped her thumbs inside the elastic waistband of her black satin bikini panties.
She pulled them down. She had an hourglass shape, with big breasts, a thin wasp waist, and ripe, rounded pink hips.
Her bush was thick and dark, a triangle of fur which partially covered a pair of coral-colored, thick, fleshy pussy lips.
The panties fluttered as they fell down her short, strong legs to her ankles. She pulled her high heeled feet out of the leg openings.
"Yes, gag her with your panties," Bart grinned. "That's a wonderful idea, Marie!"
"I've got lots more ideas of what we can do to this bitch," Marie grinned.
Marie strutted on her high heels to the front of the table, where Susan's head was. Her plump rounded buttocks jiggled as she moved.
She held her panties over Susan's red face, letting them rub lightly on the bound girl's flesh. "You're going to wear my pretty panties, Sue-in your mouth!"
Sue smelled the soft perfumed fragrance which clung to the panties-and there was another aroma-a thicker, muskier scent which clung to the crotch-the musky fragrance of Marie's pussy.
Marie turned her panties inside-out, so that the crotch which had pressed against her pussy now faced outward.
Sue said, "This is your last chance-let me go and I'll forget everything-"
Bart swatted her backside viciously with his open hand. The unexpected blow shocked and hurt Susan, who cried out in pain.
While her mouth was open, Marie suddenly stuffed the panties in Susan's mouth.
Susan tried to spit them out. Marie held her face down, the side of it pressing the smooth hard wood, and jammed the panties deep in Susan's mouth.
Bart peeled off a wide white strip of adhesive tape. "This will hold the gag!"
He grabbed a fistful of Susan's long dark hair and yanked her head up, pulling the hair by the roots. Susan's outcry was muffled. :
Bart roughly and efficiently slapped the piece of tape over Susan's mouth. "That will keep the bitch quiet!"
He and Marie looked at each other across Susan's writhing body.
"Well-what do we do first?" Marie asked.
"First we teach this little girl a badly needed lesson in manners and discipline!" Bart grinned. He unbuckled his belt and took it off.
"I'll get ready myself." Marie unhooked her bra and took it off. Her breasts were the size of grapefruits, lush globes of pink flesh with dark pink nipples.
Bart sneered down at shivering Susan. "The trouble with you is that somebody should have whipped your ass a long time ago! That would have put you in your place! Well, better late than never!"
He doubled the thin, whippy leather belt in his hand for added striking power.
"Look at her," Marie laughed. "She's not so high and mighty now!"
Tears filled Susan's eyes. It was hard for her to go on, to describe the awful humiliation and sexual degradation which Bart and Marie inflicted on her.
Nurse Flora sat in a chair beside Sue's stretcher. Her face was friendly, her voice was soft, soothing. Her eyes expressed concern.
She had listened to Susan's narrative in near-silence, her only comments being made to encourage Susan to continue when the girl faltered.
Just thinking about what the terrible twosome of Marie and Bart had done to her made Susan get emotional. No one had ever treated her like that!
Susan choked back a sob. Nurse Flora pushed back some stray hairs from Susan's forehead, smoothing them down at the sides of her face.
Susan said, "Nurse-do I have to be tied down like this?! I hate it!"
"I don't blame you, Susan. But I can't let you up just yet-that would be against regulations." Flora patted the girl's head. "Maybe later, though."
"Go on with your story, Susan. It will help you to tell it all."
"Yes-yes, it will," Susan agreed. There was a lump in her throat and she swallowed hard but it didn't go away.
She got control of herself and picked up her story where the fit of sobbing had forced her to cut it off. Flora had dried her tears for her.
Sue fought to keep as calm and rational as she could. Her emotional storms would do her no good, not when she was trying to convince others of her sanity.
Throughout her young life, Susan, an only child, was pampered by permissive parents. She had never even been spanked.
When she misbehaved, or committed some minor piece of childish naughtiness which her doting parents could not permit to go unpunished, Susan would be sent to her room, or not allowed to watch TV or talk on the phone for a time.
Never, never had she been whipped-until Bart did it.
Almost as bad as the whipping itself was the horrible, never-to-be-forgotten moment when he had taken down her panties and bared her bottom. :
Susan gasped behind her gag when he gripped the panties and roughly pulled them down to the tops of her thighs.
The hairy back of his hand rubbed against her ripely curved rump, jiggling her smooth soft buttocks, striking terror into her heart.
She had a heart-shaped ass, a pair of smooth, warm white buttocks, firm and high.
"You've had this coming to you for a long, long time, Sue," Bart laughed.
He whipped her buttocks with the belt. There was the sound of leather striking soft flesh. Hot lines of pain made Susan writhe breathlessly.
Her ass cheeks burned. It felt like a hot wire had been laid across her buttocks. Her soft body stiffened from pain and fear.
Bart whipped her again. It was worse the second time. He whipped her with casual brutality, slashing the belt into her soft flesh.
Her face was red and swollen. Tears of pain flowed from her terrified eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She cried like a little girl.
Marie laughed. "Give it to her good, Bart! Tear her ass up!"
Bart took his time. After delivering each stroke, he paused and waited for the rippling buttocks to recover from the effect of the blow.
Then he would slash the next stinging stroke across her bottom. He was giving Susan time to recover from each stroke only so that she would feel the maximum pain.
Susan lost control. She was hysterical. She stopped being Susan and became a sobbing, frightened creature which writhed in mindless pain.
When Bart finally halted, Susan's rump was crossed with bright red lines, ugly, angry, and welted, which blazed like fire.
Marie was excited. The fat buttons of her nipples were extended into stiffly erect pink points which jutted from the lush mounds of her breasts.
"Let me do it!" she urged, "Let me give it to her, Bart!"
"Why not?" he shrugged, handing her the belt as she took her place behind Susan's backside. Fire burned in Marie's dark eyes.
She spread her feet, taking up a balanced stance. Her high heels accented the shapely contours of her thighs and calves.
Her breasts lifted and arched as she raised her striking arm high and slammed it down on Susan's angry red rump.
Susan was galvanized by fresh agony. Marie, while not as strong and hard-hitting as Bart, was equally sadistic and vengeful.
Marie whipped not only Susan's backside, but also the backs of her thighs. Sometimes the leather belt wrapped around Susan's hips.
Finally, Bart commanded a clearly reluctant Marie to halt the whipping.
"Why?" Marie asked. "Why stop? I was just getting started!"
"That's enough, Marie," he said firmly. "We don't want to put her in the hospital-at least, not for medical attention for her wounds."
Susan's backside was whipped red from the small of her back to the tops of her thighs. The center of the buttocks was a dark purplish color.
Susan gasped and writhed as Bart clutched her ass cheek. Her red bottom flesh turned white where his strong fingers dug into the flesh.
"Hot to the touch," he murmured. "She's warmed up good now!"
"What have you got in mind?" Marie challenged, her hands on her hips.
"What do you think?" he laughed. Seeing the glint of jealousy in the maid's eyes, he said, "Don't worry, darling-you'll have your turn, too."
Bart took hold of Susan's panties in his thick fingers and pulled them until the seams tore. He ripped the panties off Susan's body.
The thin, delicate pussy lips of Susan's perfect sex were visible beneath the red moons of her whipped rump.
Susan stirred from her haze of pain when Bart touched her between the legs.
His thick fingers roughly rubbed her soft pussy lips. Susan groaned behind her gag. There was nothing she could do to stop him-nothing!
"You've been walking around here with your nose stuck up in the air, making out like you were too good for me," Bart said.
"Well, lucky for you, Sue, I don't carry a grudge. I forgive you. Just to show you that there are no hard feelings, I'm going to fuck you!"
Agitated, Sue writhed on the table, trying to squirm off it. She lifted her upper body, which was not tied down to the table.
"Hold her down, Marie," Bart ordered.
"It'll be a pleasure." Marie twisted Susan's hair, forcing fresh tears from the eyes of the abused teenager. Marie smiled thinly.
She dug her fingers into Susan's bare smooth shoulders and pushed Sue down flat on the wooden butcher's block, while Bart got behind her.
Susan heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. Her body was tense, taut, so tight that she trembled from the force of it.
But there were no options open to her. She was bound with her legs spread open, and her thighs parted, offering up her pink pussy.
She could not even beg for mercy, since she still was gagged-not that she would have expected mercy from the likes of Bart and Marie.
Marie's nipples jutted out like dark pink thimbles from her breasts.
Bart pulled down his pants and shorts. His cock was thick and semi-erect, with a wide wedge-shaped head and a quivering shaft.
He was hairy all over, and his body fur was thickest in the full black pubic patch. His balls, heavy and round, were swollen with arousal.
He nudged his groin against Susan's punished backside, making her writhe from that painful contact. He rubbed his cock head against her buttocks.
Chills raced through her, goose bumps rose on her heated flesh, as he rubbed the cock head against her red, whipped, burning bottom.
"I'm sure that you're not a virgin, Sue - not with all the boyfriends I've seen coming over to the house and going up to your room."
"Her a virgin?" Marie cackled. "Don't make me laugh! She's no more of a virgin than I am!"
"Very selfish of you, Sue, to dispense so freely with your sexual favors while you neglected me," Bart said. "Don't you know that charity begins at home?"
He pressed his fingertip against her quivering pink labia and pushed his finger inside her. She grunted as she was penetrated.
She was tight, dry. She squirmed as he forced his finger into her, burying it up to the knuckle, filling her.
Susan sobbed tears of frustrated rage, tears which increased as Marie laughed.
Bart pulled his finger out of her, her juices glowing lightly on it. "She's dry, but I can fix that!" He raised his hand to his mouth.
He smeared saliva on his hand, then rubbed it between her legs. Gooey saliva, thick and dripping, clung to her now-wet pussy lips. ;
He took another handful of saliva and smeared it on his cock head.
"Give it to her good and hard," Marie urged. "Make her moan!"
His cock was fully, thickly erect now, a rigid rod which jutted horizontally from his lean hips. It was long and thick.
He pressed the cock head against her pussy lips. Susan writhed, trying vainly to escape. Her bound legs afforded her little freedom of movement.
Bart shoved into her. His cock head pried open her pussy lips, spreading them to the sides. Susan squealed with shame and pain.
Bart gasped from the tightness of her, the way her sleek membranes gripped his invading cock. His saliva served as a lubricant.
His cock head was lodged deep inside her, so that she could not shake it loose. He wrapped his big hairy hands around her slim hips.
He grunted as he shoved deep into her, his hot hard cock gliding over her slippery pussy, her internal heat seething against his hard flesh.
His member filled her as he jammed it deeply. Susan screeched as her cunt was fully penetrated, his cock stretching her membranes.
Her head jerked up. Her eyes were wide, with whites showing clear around the irises. Her face was creased with deep lines of suffering.
Bart rocked his hips back and forth, working his cock inside her, thrusting it in and out, moving faster as his passion mounted.
Each time he thrust into her, he pushed so deep that her pussy lips, circling the base of his shaft, were pressed against his hips.
His hips slammed into her whipped buttocks, sending throbbing waves of pain sizzling through her-pain she could feel in her pussy.
Bart's cock was a red rod pumping in and out of her pussy. His face showed lines of physical strain as he gasped for breath through his open mouth.
Marie was frankly stimulated. Once Bart actually had penetrated Susan, and began fucking her, the bound and gagged girl stopped struggling.
As a result, Marie was able to hold her down with only one hand. She parted her legs and put her free hand between them.
Marie watched with hot eyes as Bart fucked Susan, raping the cool aristocratic teen whose elegant ways and haughty superiority had so angered Marie.
Marie's fingers were a blur of writhing motion as the fondled her own pussy. The lips spread, flashing pink inner membranes, sleek and wet.
Juices from her pussy glistened on her fondling fingers.
Bart shoved his hard cock deep into Susan and kept it there, not pulling it back for yet another hard-driving stroke.
Susan screeched, a wail which could even be heard through the gag.
The invading member twitched against her pussy membranes. Suddenly, semen jetted from the swollen cock head in a thick gushing stream.
Susan's pain was temporarily replaced by revulsion. She groaned with deep disgust as the semen was pumped from his cock into her pussy.
The semen was thick and cool and soaked into her heated membranes.
Bart's red panting face was screwed up in an expression of intense pleasure. He moaned as his cock shot semen into the helpless teen.
He shuddered as the final hot throes of his orgasm hit him. He sagged with relief, his hard muscles softening as afterglow filled him.
The room was filled with the sound of his gasps for breath and deeply contented sighs of erotic pleasure; Susan's soft shattered whimperings; and Marie's moaning as she fondled her pussy to orgasm.
When she came, Marie hunched forward, her heavy breasts dangling, the stiff nipples throbbing. She squeezed her thighs closed.
She pressed her thighs against her hand in a vise-like grip, jamming it against her throbbing pussy. A moan was torn out of her.
Bart was the first to recover. Shaking his head to clear it of the erotic fog of pleasure, he pulled his hips back, withdrawing his member.
His cock, now coated with semen, slid out of Susan's pussy. Her pussy lips were glowing dark and red with irritation from her rough violation.
His cock popped free of her pussy. It was still hard.
Marie went to him, sweat shining on her face and the tops of her breasts. She went behind Susan and got down on her knees on the floor.
Marie ran her fat pink tongue across her lips, wetting them. Bart smiled down at her, patting the top of her head fondly.
Marie nuzzled his cock. Smears of semen were rubbed on her face from it.
She fastened her puckered red lips on his cock head in a loud wet kiss. She opened her mouth to accept his rod of flesh.
He gasped from pure pleasure as the cock head filled the maid's hot wet mouth. Marie wrapped her lips around his swollen, throbbing member.
She whipped her tongue against his shaft. He pushed his way deeper into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked and slurped.
She bobbed her head back and forth, gliding her puckered lips up and down on his heated pole. He thrust in and out of her mouth.
While Bart fucked Marie's mouth, semen oozed from between Susan's labia and trickled down her thighs, making them wet, sticky.
Susan lay there, exhausted, emotionally and physically devastated. Her least movement sent waves of pain through her whipped ass.
She heard, but could not see, Marie sucking off Bart.
At last Bart came in Marie's mouth. She swallowed his come, gulping it down. It took some moments for the man and the maid to recover.
Bart pulled up his pants and tucked his semi-erect red cock, shining with semen and saliva, into his pants, which he zipped up.
Marie was the impulsively emotional sort. While they had abused Susan, she had been caught up in sadistic sexual excitement.
Now that the heat of the moment was wearing down, Marie had second thoughts. She nervously chewed her lip as she looked at Susan.
"What are we going to do about her, Bart?"
He patted her hip. "Leave everything to me. I've got it all figured out. I'd been planning to make my move later, but I'll just move my timetable ahead."
He left the room to make a phone call. Marie went to Susan and shook her until she had the violated youngster's attention.
"Having fun?" Marie mocked. "I know I am." She walked slowly around Susan. "My, my-we really did tear your ass up!"
She grabbed one of Susan's buttocks and squeezed it. Susan jerked with pain. Marie laughed. "Your ass is a mess, Susie. I'll fix it, though."
Marie took a bottle from the pantry and brought it over to the bound and gagged girl. Susan could not see what it was.
Marie unscrewed the cap. "We'll have to get you all cleaned up, dear. Company's coming, and we wouldn't want them to see you like that!"
She poured the clear liquid from the bottle on Susan's whipped bottom.
Susan writhed as waves of white-hot agony exploded from her ravaged bottom. She howled against the gag which filled her mouth.
After some seconds of agonized thrashing, Susan flopped down on the table, cold sweat dripping from every pore.
Marie held up the bottle. "Oh, dear, Susie, how foolish of me!"
Marie grinned wickedly. "Well, what do you know-it's a bottle of vinegar!"
A moment later, Bart entered the room. He wore his shirt and shoes. He told Marie to get cleaned up and dressed.
Marie exited the kitchen, looking over her shoulder to throw a final hateful glare at Susan-who was in too much pain to see it.
Bart stood over her. "I'm going to miss you, Sue, I really am! You've got a hell of a body, and one of the tightest little pussies it's ever been my pleasure to fuck!"
Time passed. A vehicle drove up into the front driveway. Footsteps approached the front door. The doorbell rang.
"That will be the doctor," Bart said. "Go let him in, Marie."
By now, Marie had showered, then dressed in a fresh uniform. Her buttocks rolled under the tight black satin skirt as she went to the door.
She returned to the kitchen leading a small balding man. He was short, compact, slightly overweight, with a high shining forehead.
His watery eyes peered out through thick lenses. His sweeping gaze took in the whole scene-Bart, Marie, and Susan tied to the table.
He showed not the slightest sign of shock, or even surprise. '
"Good evening, Doctor Mongado," Bart said. "So glad you could make it." '
"You were lucky that I just happened to be at the clinic," Mongado said. "Usually I'm long gone. It's not wise to work on such short notice."
"It was a completely unexpected situation, Doctor," Bart said.
"Apparently so," Mongado said dryly, setting his black leather medical bag down on the counter. "This is the young lady in question, I take it?"
"Yes," Bart said solemnly. "That's poor Susan, my step-daughter. She's a seriously disturbed girl, Doctor. She whipped herself like that-we had to tie her down and restrain her so she couldn't hurt herself any more."
Susan was roused to a fit of fury. She called Bart every kind of liar-but the gag in her mouth made her words a muffled jumble."
"I hope you can do something to help this poor child," Bart said sorrowfully.
"Save that stuff for the rubes," Mongado said. He took out a small bottle and a plastic syringe from his bag.
He uncapped the syringe, stuck the needle through a specially prepared tiny hole in the bottle's cap, and filled the hypodermic with fluid.
Susan twisted in her bonds, looking over her shoulder at the expressionless little medical man in the baggy brown suit.
Mongado approached her from behind, needle in hand. Susan thrashed around on the table. ' Better hold her down," Mongado said.
Marie and Bart held the girl down on the table. There was a tingling coolness as Mongado swabbed disinfectant alcohol on Susan's ass cheek.
"Just relax and calm yourself, young lady," Mongado said. "This won't hurt, and it will make you feel much, much better."
A sudden sharp jabbing sting in her buttock was the sign that she had been stuck with the needle. Mongado injected her with some drug.
He pulled the needle from her buttock. Susan's head swam-the powerful narcotic was already taking effect. Her mind whirled, spun.
The last thing she heard before she dropped down the funnel of unconsciousness was Mongado saying, "This is going to cost you plenty."
"You'll get it," Bart promised. "I can afford it now...."
When Susan next came to, she was in a small white room, secured to a bed. It was a simple room, virtually unfurnished.
Confused memories, like half-remembered nightmares, filled her head. As she came more fully awake, she discovered the restraints which held her. ;
That was when her nightmare really began.
Susan screamed and screamed. Someone finally entered the room-a buxom middle aged nurse with a needle.
Susan lay on her tummy with her head turned to the side. Her wrists were circled with padded cuffs, impossible to break.
The nurse pulled back the blankets and sheets. Susan's hospital gown tied up the back. The nurse injected her in the buttock.
As Susan dropped away into deep drugged sleep, she mumblingly asked the nurse where she was.
The nurse said, "Why, this is the clinic of Dr. Mongado. You're a very ill little girl, but the Doctor is handling your case personally." :
The rest had been a jumble of images. The nurse refused to listen to Susan, and clearly thought that the young girl was mentally disturbed.
When Susan insisted that the doctor was part of a plot, a conspiracy with her step-father, the nurse humored her, which enraged Susan.
Susan was soon shrieking for help, which only confirmed the diagnosis of her insanity. She spent many hours under heavy sedation.
Not long ago, the nurse had returned to her small white room, with Hugo in tow. :
She and Hugo released Susan from her bondage on the bed, only to transfer her to the wheeled hospital cart.
Susan was strapped down and brought to the examining room. :
That brought the narrative up to the present, concluding it. Susan dissolved into tears as she finished her story.
Nurse Flora's eyes were troubled yet compassionate as she brushed the tears from Susan's eyes. "There, there, dear-try and calm yourself."
"I can't!" Susan wailed. "Nobody will listen to me! They just smile and shake their heads and agree with me-but I know that they think I'm crazy!"
Nurse Flora stood up. She was long, lean, and lanky, with an athletic physique. She had wide shoulders, small breasts, narrow hips, long legs. :
She leaned over Susan and unfastened the canvas restraining straps, letting them fall to the sides of the wheeled stretcher.
"You shouldn't be in these, Susan. Here, let me help you up."
Susan's hands were secured in front of her by deceptively thin padded plastic cuffs. She had struggled for hours to break them.
She hadn't even marked them. No matter how she twisted and turned them, the cuffs always snapped back to their original shape.
It had been a few days since her whipping, but her bottom was still sore and tender, especially when she moved. The nurse put an arm around her.
"You're still too weak to be running around, Susan. Let me get you over to this table." She led Susan to the examining table.
Susan leaned her head against the nurse's strong shoulder. It was well for her peace of mind that she could not see the twisted smile which flashed, then faded, on Nurse Flora's face.
CHAPTER THREE
"Can you see where they whipped me?" Susan asked in a soft voice.
She leaned forward against the examining table. Her hands were still restrained by those plastic cuffs. She rested her forearms on the table.
Her back faced Nurse Flora. Susan was dressed in the standard-issue white hospital gown. The thin white fabric clung to her curves.
The gown laced down the back. Its hem reached just above Susan's knees. Susan felt most uncomfortable and uneasy in the garment.
She looked over her shoulder at the sympathetic nurse. Tears filled Susan's eyes as she remembered the lashing pain of her punishment.
"I'm going to take a look, Susan. I'll try not to hurt you."
"It's not as bad as it was-but it's still pretty sore," Susan said.
Flora untied the bottom bow of the gown, unknotting it. Her hands were cool and smooth on Susan's warm flesh as she peeled back the flaps of her gown.
Flora thoughtfully studied Susan's bottom. The buttocks were dark pink in the center, compared to the paler pink of Susan's flesh.
"There's no doubt in my mind that you were beaten, Susan," Flora said.
"Then-then you do believe me?!" Hope sounded in her voice.
"Yes-yes, I do."
"Oh, thank God!" Susan turned around, no longer able to keep her raging emotions under tight control. She began to weep tears of joy.
"I thought-I thought that no one would ever believe me!"
"There, there, you poor dear child." Flora wrapped her arms around Susan and embraced her. Susan broke into a fit of sobbing.
Flora pulled the teen's head down to her bosom, cradling it there, on her small pert mounds of flesh. She caressed Susan's hair.
Tears rolled down the girl's cheeks, spilling on the starched white front of Flora's uniform. Flora smoothed Susan's hair down against the girl's scalp.
"Don't hold back, dear. Let it all out. That's a good girl."
After a moment, Susan recovered herself. She disengaged herself from Flora's embrace. Tears shone on her face, which was red from crying.
She held up her arms in front of her. "If you do believe me, won't you please take these off me? I hate to be tied!"
"You're' not going to do anything foolish, are you, Susan? Remember, if you do act like-well, like a crazy girl, it will only make it that much harder for me to get you released. Promise me you won't try anything stupid."
Susan gave her solemn promise not to try to escape.
"Hugo is just outside," Flora cautioned, "and I don't know if he's to be trusted. So mind that you're on your best behavior."
A tiny key, fastened to a ring of keys in Flora's possession, unlocked the equally tiny lock which kept the plastic cuffs in place.
Susan felt like a bird set free from a cage when her hands were released from their bonds. Her wrists were sore and chafed from her often violent if futile attempts to break free from the bonds.
Flora picked up her clipboard and pen.
"It's important that I document the abuse you've suffered, Susan, before the marks fade away. They help prove your story is true."
"What should I do, Nurse?" Susan's voice was low and hushed, conspiratorial.
Flora said, "First, I'll have to make a complete physical examination. Take off your gown and hop up on the table."
Susan was cooperating now. She reached behind her, causing her breasts, unbound by any bra, to thrust against her white gown.
She unknotted the bows at the back of the gown, then pulled her arms out of the sleeves, so that she stood stark naked under the cold clinical lights.
Flora took the gown from her, neatly folded it. "If everything goes well, Susan, you won't be wearing that again!"
She patted the brown leather surface of the table, running her long fingers over it as she walked to the foot of the table.
Bolted to the table's front was a stainless steel dispenser containing a roll of sanitary, hygienic white paper, similar to waxed paper.
Flora peeled off a fresh segment and covered the top of the examining table. "Climb up here, Susan. The sooner we act, the sooner we can get you out of here."
Susan's breasts bobbed and her buttocks jiggled as she clambered up on the table. The feeling of the stiff paper against her flesh was unpleasant.
Flora rested her cool soft hands on Susan's slim bare shoulders and gently but firmly eased her down on her back.
"The most important thing for us to document, Susan, is the evidence of rape. You were cleaned up when you arrived at the clinic, but my hope is that we can find some physical traces that you were sexually abused."
"I hope so, too," Susan whispered. "There should be something, it seems to me. I was raped really rough and painfully."
"You poor child!" Flora tsk-tsked sympathetically. "Swing your legs up on the table-I'm going to have to perform an intimate examination."
Susan lay on her back, looking up. There was a big round light, white and shining and buzzing, mounted overhead, glaring down into her eyes.
Flora hovered over her. Susan shut her arms.
She felt Flora's hands moving over her, pulling something loose and flexible across her chest.
Too late Susan opened her eyes. There was a loud metallic click as Flora snapped the canvas restraining strap into place.
Susan was so shocked that for some seconds she was literally paralyzed. The canvas strap fit snugly across her chest, just below her breasts.
"What-what are you doing, Nurse?!"
Flora smiled thinly. "I'm just making sure that you won't become excited and do yourself an injury, Susan. Now, try to relax."
Flora turned and wheeled a stainless steel instrument tray into place.
Thoroughly alarmed, panicking, Susan struggled to get free. But she was unable to break free of this restraint strap.
She felt sick, like she was going to throw up. "But Nurse-I-I thought that you believed me! I thought that at least you believed me!"
Flora peeled back the linen cloth which covered the instrument tray. The tray was lined with a variety of bizarre sexual devices.
Susan gasped, her eyes widening as she saw the things in the tray.
There were leather straps, handcuffs, nipple rings, dildos-devices which Susan did not know, but whose function was perfectly clear.
Flora held up a red rubber ball gag, its black leather straps dangling. "Of course I believe you, Susan-because I know your story is true."
She moved the ball gag close to Susan's mouth. "I know your story is true, because Dr. Mongado and I are partners, dear. Now, open your mouth."
Susan had started to fill her lungs to scream for help-but when Flora told her to open her mouth, she clamped her jaws tightly shut.
Flora said, "Don't play games, child. Don't be silly."
She efficiently pinched Susan's nostrils shut. Susan held her breath until her face turned red, then purple.
She could not hold her breath forever. When she gasped for air, Flora crammed the red rubber ball between Susan's jaws.
Lifting Susan's head from the table, Flora buckled the leather straps of the gag at the back of her head.
Susan writhed on the table, her choking cries of rage muffled to a meaningless jumble by the red rubber ball wedged in her mouth. ' Flora strolled casually to the foot of the table. Ignoring Susan's frantic writhings, Flora lifted a pair of metal stirrups fastened to the table.
When they were up and in place, she caught hold of Susan's kicking feet and tied them, one by one, to the stirrups.
She bound them with padded cuffs, which were part of the equipment. Now Susan's legs were tied so that her feet were raised some fifteen inches off the table.
Her legs were also tied open, exposing her pink pussy.
There was a crackling sound as Flora peeled the cellophane off a fresh package of rubber gloves. The gloves were a pale brown color.
They made snapping sounds as she pulled them on her hands. They came up to her wrists, and fit her fingers like a second skin.
She stood between Susan's spread legs. Susan flinched when Flora reached between her legs and touched her soft smooth inner thighs.
The flesh went rigid as Susan tightened her muscles. She lifted her head so she could glare with betrayed hatred at the white-clad nurse.
"You're a little beauty, Susan," Flora laughed. "Just the kind of young girl that I love. I'm not letting you escape from me!"
"Now, to begin that intimate examination I mentioned." Flora ran her fingertips along Susan's thin and delicate labia.
Susan shuddered from the bizarre sensation of the rubber gloves feeling and fondling her pussy. Flora's fingers traced the intricate folds of flesh.
"You're lovely, dear-but I think you need a deeper, more probing inspection."
Flora unscrewed the cap from a jar of lubricant and dipped her middle finger into it, greasing it up to the knuckle.
She pressed the fingertip against Susan's pussy. The labia quivered at her touch. Susan groaned with shame as the finger was pushed inside her.
She grunted as Flora shoved the finger deep. Flora felt the internal warmth of the bound beauty through the covering of the rubber glove.
She shoved her finger in and out, as though she was fucking Susan with it.
Susan sobbed helplessly. She was totally crushed, her spirit broken.
How cruel it was, to have her spirits lifted so high with the hope of escape, only to have them cruelly thrown down!
She hardly noticed when Flora pulled her finger out of her. Flora placed her fingers on the pussy lips and peeled them apart.
Her mouth watered at the sight of Susan's slippery pink membranes, all sleek and pulsing, exposed as her labia were spread open.
Flora released her at last. She walked around to the side of the table, her rubber-soled shoes squeaking on the tiled floor.
Susan moaned as Flora stroked and fondled her breasts. Her rubber covered fingers left shining smears on Susan's breasts.
Flora pushed the breasts together, plumping them up. She pinched and twisted the nipples, squeezing them until they became erect. :
Susan's stiff nipples, all puckered and hard, throbbed as they jutted from the hillocks of her soft white breasts, which shook from sobbing.
Flora lowered her head. She closed her fist around a breast, squeezing it so that the stiff nipple jutted from the top of her fist.
She pressed her puckered lips against it, kissing it. Susan's horror reached new peaks as she grasped totally the nurse's lust for her.
Flora sucked the throbbing nipple up inside her lips, where it pressed and pulsed against the smooth wet insides.
Susan whimpered as Flora pressed the edges of her fine white teeth against the nipple and gently chewed it.
After a moment, Flora took her mouth off the nipple, which now was wet with her saliva. She smacked her lips, savoring the taste.
"You're a simply delicious girl, Susan! I can't wait to taste the rest of you!"
Flora unpeeled her tight rubber gloves. She pulled her peaked white cap from the top of her head, setting it down at the side.
Her long fingers plucked open the buttons of her uniform. A white bra cupped her breasts. She wore a white half-slip.
Flora placed her uniform with the rest of her things. She pulled the white satin slip down off her hips, to her feet.
Beneath her slip, she wore a white latex garter belt with four fat white rubber garters pinned to the tops of her stockings.
She wore no panties. Her bush was full and dark, neatly trimmed on its edges. Her pussy lips were dark, soft, quivering.
She put her hand between her legs and stroked herself. A flicker of raw lust passed over her ordinarily cool, glacial face.
Susan gasped in horror as Flora used a cloth to clean off the traces of lubricant which clung to her pussy, wiping the labia clean.
"I like the natural taste of a girl," Flora unblushingly explained.
She reached behind her back, unhooking her bra, taking it off. Her breasts were pert and pointed, smaller actually than Susan's.
Her breasts lifted and dangled as she rested her hands on Susan's flexing thighs and lowered her head down between the girl's legs.
Susan sobbed as she felt Flora's hot breath playing over her pussy.
She nuzzled Susan's pussy, rubbing her soft cheeks against the softer fur of the girl's bush, brushing her puckered lips against the labia.
She fastened her lips on the pussy lips and ardently kissed them. Strange, bizarre sensations shot through Susan, frightening her with their power.
The pussy lips rippled as Flora played her tongue over them, licking them from top to bottom, making them shine with her saliva.
She clamped her open mouth down on Susan's pussy and dipped her tongue deep into the girl. Susan writhed agitatedly.
Flora's tongue felt like a hot wet snake inside her-no, a live wire that was producing secretions to ooze from the membranes.
Flora dipped deeper, gliding her tongue over the pussy membranes, lapping up the juices as they were formed, tasting them on her tongue.
She glided her tongue upward, along the labia, to the top of the slit.
Susan's moans were transformed into desperate wails as Flora probed beneath the sheltering labia with her devilish tongue tip.
The nurse located the girl's clitoris, a tiny throbbing pearl of flesh. Susan writhed in her restraints as her clitoris was tongued.
Even worse than her predicament was the fact that her body, betraying her, was responding sexually to what Flora was doing to her.
Sweat streamed down Susan's face, stinging her eyes. Her nostrils were wide and flaring as her lungs heaved for breath.
Her nipples throbbed steadily. Their pulsing mixed and mingled with the steady, deeper throbbing of her clitoris as it was licked.
More than once, Susan caught herself responding to Flora. She was rocking her hips in order to meet the thrusts of the nurse's tongue.
Susan could not even bite her tongue or cheeks and use pain to combat the strange pleasure, since the red rubber ball filled her mouth.
The ball dripped saliva, wet and shining, which oozed from the corners of her mouth. It could not muffle her sobbing gasps for breath.
Flora's head bobbed as she darted her tongue, polishing the clitoris with it. She whipped the tongue faster and faster.
Susan felt that there was a giant hand squeezing her insides-squeezing her. Heat flared up from her clitoris like a firestorm.
Susan climaxed. For an instant, shame, fear, humiliation were all wiped from her mind by the shattering force of the orgasm.
It was a nerve-tingling, senses-shattering burst of electrical pleasure which crackled through her. She writhed convulsively.
Flora's mouth, pressed tightly to the pulsing pussy, felt all the contractions of orgasm as Susan climaxed heavily.
Susan shook in her bonds. She arched her back, lifting her sweating buttocks off the paper which crackled under her.
She ground her pussy against Flora's mouth, quite unaware of what she was doing. She was laughing and crying inside, behind the gag.
Then the force of the orgasm broke inside her. She went limp, flopping back on the examining table, her body loose and relaxed.
There was a floating ball of electric pleasure between her legs.
Susan's pussy tingled as Flora lifted her mouth from it, exposing it to the cool air, depriving it of the hot wet shelter of her mouth.
Susan's juices were smeared all over Flora's mouth and chin. The taste of the girl was thick on her tongue-thick and delicious.
Water splashed in the sink as Flora cleaned herself up. She wore no make-up, so she washed her face and toweled it dry.
She dressed, putting on her slip and bra, then fitting her white uniform over them. Her nimble fingers quickly buttoned up.
As a final touch, she neatly fitted her nurse's cap on her head.
Once more she resembled the prim, proper, and efficient nurse she had been when Hugo first wheeled captive Susan into the examination room.
Susan blinked her eyes to clear them. She was in a fog, an erotic daze. She didn't even want to think about the implications of her sexual turn-on.
Flora said, "I have to go see Dr. Mongado and brief him on your progress, Susan. I'll be back in an hour or so."
She patted the girl's thigh. "In the meantime, you can spend that time productively by thinking about how you can please me when I return."
"And, just so you won't get lonely while I'm gone, I'm going to leave you with a little something which should amuse you."
Flora lifted a flesh colored dildo from the table. It was long and thick, with a bullet shaped head. "I'm sure you can guess what this is used for."
Its penis shape left no doubt as to its function.
Susan's pussy and bush were saturated with saliva, and her inner membranes, sleek and pulsing, were lubricated with her natural secretions as well.
All the same, Flora dipped the dildo into the jar of lubricant, twirled it around so that it got a thorough coating, and put it between Susan's legs.
She pressed the dildo head against Susan's pussy lips, and pushed. Slowly and lingeringly, she inserted the oiled dildo.
Susan was fully and deeply penetrated by the artificial cock. A few inches at the base of the shaft protruded beyond her pussy lips.
Satisfied that it was securely planted, Nurse Flora walked around to bend over Susan and plant a chaste kiss on her forehead.
"The dildo will keep you warm for me," Flora grinned. When I get back, I'll begin instructing you on how you can pleasure me."
Her rubber soles squeaked as she crossed the floor. She looked over her shoulder at Susan, then exited the room, the doors swinging shut behind her.
Silence.
Time passed, maybe five minutes, before the doors swung open again. Hugo the orderly stuck his head into the room.
"Good God almighty!" he gasped. Shaken, he staggered into the room, his eyes wide with wonderment as he saw the naked, bound, dildo-penetrated teenager.
Susan looked at him, silent appeal in her eyes.
"Lordy!" Hugo muttered. "Who would have done a thing like this to a nice little old girl like you?! I swear, it's a shame and a sin."
Susan frowned as Hugo positioned himself at the foot of the table and leered down at her. She gasped at the raw lust in his eyes.
"I hate to take advantage of you, darling," he chuckled, "but I'd have to be plumb crazy to pass up a chance like this!"
Hugo pulled the dildo out of Susan, but her pussy was not empty for long. He took down his pants and gave her the real thing-his hot hard cock, right between the legs.
* * *
DUNGEON OF DEGRADED TEENS
CHAPTER ONE
Linda and Annie were a pair of runaways who ran into trouble.
Now, the girls lay bound and gagged on the floor of a van. They did not know where they were being taken. They were captives.
Both girls were in their middle teens. Annie was taller and thinner; Linda was the shorter of the pair, and the more buxom.
Annie was a lean, leggy, coltish redhead.
Linda's curly brown hair was shot through with blonde highlights. Both youngsters were nubile.
Annie's hair was dark red, like a smoky fire. Her hair was done up in a pair of pigtails held in place by bandeaux.
Her face was more chiseled, more mature than Linda's. She had delicate features, a long straight nose, thin pink lips, creamy skin.
Her pale green eyes were wide with terror. A piece of cloth was jammed between her jaws for a gag, and knotted at the back of her head.
She wore a green T-shirt and new designer blue jeans. Her breasts were small, pert, sharply pointed. She wore no bra beneath her shirt.
The tight jeans fit her like a second skin. They hugged the ripely curved cheeks of her bottom, and gripped her crotch.
Her hands were bound behind her. Her feet were tied together. She lay curled on her side with her legs bent.
Linda was in a similar predicament. She was about half a foot shorter than Annie.
Linda was lushly developed. Her breasts were full, heavy, oversized.
She wore a red sweatshirt and faded jeans. Her breasts were lush globes which thrust against the front of the sweatshirt.
Her round face still had traces of its babyfat. She had dark brown eyes and a wide-lipped mouth which was made for smiling.
It wasn't smiling now. A gag was jammed between her jaws, stretching the corners of her mouth. Her brown eyes were moist with tears.
Her jeans were old, frayed, faded. She had worn them for so long that they were altered to the shape of her body.
She was on the plumpish side, with a wide bottom and rounded thighs. Like Annie, her hands were tied behind her back, and her feet were tied.
Larry was in the back of the van. He was in his early twenties. He had greasy, long black hair and a thin, bony face.
His body was lean, wiry. He was one of the two men who had kidnaped the girls. Steve, the other abductor, was up front, driving.
Linda and Annie were runaways. They were teens who hated school, hated their respective sets of parents, and hated their dead-end home town.
They got together and ran away from home, taking only the clothes each of them could fit into a knapsack or small suitcase.
They hit the highway looking for rides to the big city, where Annie's cousin lived, and had an apartment they could stay at.
They had been stuck out in the middle of a lonely stretch of road right smack in the middle of nowhere only a short time ago.
They had been getting a bit worried.
The sun was sinking and it was getting cold and there were hardly any cars rolling down this stretch of road.
It was starting to look like it hadn't been such a great idea to run away from home after all-when the van drove up.
Annie and Linda saw it coming from a long way off. There were no towns out there, not even any houses, so they saw its lights from a great distance.
The girls, eager and excited, took up positions on the side of the road. They stuck out their thumbs in the classic hitchhiking position.
The van slowed when it saw them. It stopped a hundred yards down the road, backing up in reverse to meet the girls.
Annie and Linda picked up their bags and ran to the van. The back door swung open and a man got out-it was Larry.
Steve got out of the driver's seat. The girls, faces flushed from running and excitement, thanked them as they threw their bags inside.
Larry was lean and lank. Steve was a mature adult, a blocky man, about forty, with a thick black beard and a bear-like build.
They assisted the girls into the back of the van. Both of them got into the van right after Annie and Linda.
Larry shut the door-and the nightmare began.
Without warning, the men attacked the girls. Larry grabbed Annie, while Steve went after Linda. The girls barely had time to scream.
Their screams were useless, since this stretch of road was completely empty.
The men were prepared for the easy task of overpowering the girls.
Stashed in the back of the van, already prepared, were ropes for the binding and strips of cloth for gags.
Steve laughed as he wrestled Linda down to the floor. He stuffed a rag in her mouth when she screamed, muffling her.
Linda was helpless against his brute strength. He grunted as he rolled her on her tummy and pulled her arms behind her back.
Annie's long legs were tangled with Larry's as he manhandled her. He jammed a rag into her pink-lipped mouth, filling it.
It took only one or two minutes before the girls were bound and gagged.
Neither man was even breathing hard when the job was done. Larry grinned.
He said, "Two for the price of one, Steve-you can't beat that!"
"That's for damn sure," Steve said. "Well, we got our quota for this week. Let's go make the delivery, partner."
"I'll stay back here and make sure that they don't get into no mischief."
"Make sure you don't, man. Don't do nothing extreme. You know how mad that gets Val. We sure don't want to get her pissed off."
"Shit, I ain't afraid of her!"
"Ain't you? If you ain't, you got less sense than I figured." Larry climbed down out of the van, shut the back door, and got into the cab.
Linda and Annie writhed on the floor, their faces marked with stark fear. They groaned from pure terror behind their gags.
Larry sat down against the wall as the van drove off. "Make yourselves comfortable, girls. We got a long trip-and you got a long night ahead of you."
Not more than twenty minutes had gone by before Larry decided to inspect the captive teens-an intimate, humiliating inspection.
"Let's see what you little girls got." He scrambled on the van's floor, crawling on his hands and knees, going to Linda first.
"Just relax, honeychild, I ain't gonna hurt you none." Larry put his hands on her wide hips and rolled her over on her back.
Linda moaned through her gag. Annie was terrified for her friend.
"Hell, you ain't so little after all," Larry said approvingly as he climbed on Linda. He straddled her, resting his lean ass on her tummy.
His thin thighs pressed her sides. Linda lay on her bound hands, so that pain was mixed with the fear which made her quake.
Larry licked his lips as he stared down at her breasts. Those twin mounds of flesh rose up like a pair of swelling hills.
"No-you ain't so little after all!"
Linda squealed when he clutched her big breasts, pawing them, holding one in each hand. He chuckled as he squeezed and kneaded them.
Annie moaned, heart-sick at the predicament she and Linda had fallen into.
"Let's have a better look at them titties!" Larry pulled the sweatshirt up past the tops of both her breasts, exposing them and letting them swing freely.
Linda's naked breasts jiggled from her tremblings. The nipples were fat pink buttons, surrounded by rosettes which were wide and blurred.
"Them things are looking so good that I got to give 'em a kiss!"
Larry squeezed her breasts, pushing them together, plumping them up.
He lowered his head to her bosom. His breath reeked of liquor. His weight held Linda helplessly pinned down as he nuzzled her breasts.
His beard stubble rasped against her soft flesh. He fastened his thin-lipped mouth on one of her nipples and sucked it up inside.
Linda groaned as he chewed on her breast, scraping the edges of his crooked yellow teeth against her throbbing, vulnerable nipple.
He sucked and slurped noisily on it. He nibbled the nipple until it became hard and pulsing in his mouth, to Linda's horrified shame.
The plump brunette's frightened face was a study in terror.
Larry lifted his head from her breasts. One nipple was a flat button. The other, the one he had sucked, was stiff and dripping with saliva.
A writhing motion of Annie's caught his attention. "Just you wait, little honey. I'll be right over!" He climbed off Linda.
Annie tried to get away. In the back of a sealed van with her hands and feet tied, there weren't many options for her.
She rolled on her side. Larry stooped, caught hold of her lean hips, pushed her down on her back. All white surrounded her green eyes.
Larry did the same thing to Annie that he had done to Linda. He pulled her shirt up past the tops of her breasts, exposing them.
Annie's breasts were high and firm and pert, with uptilted nipples which seemed to be slightly off-center from her breasts.
Larry was a bit disappointed. "Shoot, you ain't got much meat on them skinny little bones of yours." He reached for her all the same.
Unlike many adolescents her age, Annie's complexion was flawless. Pale freckles were lightly scattered across her face.
Her flesh was smooth and creamy. Her nipples, even while unerect, were very long. The rosettes were small and neat, like little pink buttons.
Larry gripped one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Annie whimpered as he pulled the nipple, tweaking it, twisting it this way and that.
When he finally released it, it was red and swollen and stiffly erect.
"You're kind of skinny for my taste, girl-think I like your pal better."
Before getting off Annie, Larry arranged her shirt so that her breasts would be visibly on display. He returned to Linda.
"No, you're the gal for me," Larry muttered. Linda tried to back away from him when he came to her. His hand circled her ankle.
He pulled her to him across the floor. He was on his knees. "Hell, darling, let's see the rest of what you got-I'll be seeing it all anyway."
Linda looked like she was going to faint when Larry popped open the top of her jeans and pulled down the zipper.
"Kind of hard to undress you when you're all tied up, but I'll see what I can do. Hey, you sure got on a pair of pretty little panties, darling."
Linda's panties were visible. They were white cotton bikini panties decorated with little pink roses. Larry licked his lips.
He reached under Linda and took hold of the top of her jeans. Linda was wildly agitated. She became even more so when he took down her pants.
They were tight, so he unpeeled them from her flesh.
Her hips were wide and warm. Her flesh was less pink, more tawny than Annie's.
Larry managed to pull the girl's jeans down to her knees. Linda's plump buttocks pressed against the van floor. She squirmed and sobbed.
"Don't cry now, I ain't gonna hurt you," Larry said in what he might have thought were soothing tones, but which sounded incredibly sinister.
"I just want to see how you're made, down between your legs."
Her thighs were rounded and warm and smooth. Her pubic mound, arched and rounded, was outlined against the thin fabric of the panties.
Larry pulled down the panties. Linda's curly bush was much darker in color than the hair on her head. The sleek thick fur was a glossy chestnut-brown.
As he started to pull the panties down to the tops of her thighs, Linda's terror mastered what little control she had managed to keep over herself.
She had an accident and wet herself. Larry cursed and pulled back his hand like it had been burned. There was a tinkling sound of water.
"You little bitch!" He jumped up fast, avoiding the wet puddle which oozed out from under the incredibly humiliated Linda.
"Pissing on yourself, like a little baby!" Larry was indignant. "I ain't never seen the like! You ought to have your ass whipped raw."
His hand, the one which had been taking down her panties, was wet. Linda squealed as he rubbed it in her face, wiping it dry.
He used a fistful of her hair to clean it off. "Okay, you little cunt! You can just lie there in your own juices for the rest of the trip!"
He planted his feet on either side of her head and bent over, hooking his hands under her bound arms.
He dragged the sobbing, degraded Linda to the rear of the van, as close to the doors as he could. "You ain't fit to associate with decent folk!"
He found a filthy old towel and threw it on the puddle Linda had left. Still muttering to himself, he dragged Annie to the opposite side of the van, toward the front.
Annie sobbed as helplessly and hopelessly as Linda did.
The van rolled on. Another half hour went by. Larry amused himself by playing with Annie's nipples, pinching them erect, pulling and twisting them.
Before too long, both nipples were raw and red from irritation, and were throbbingly erect. There were bruises on her soft small white breasts.
Linda's sobbing died down at last to heartbroken whimpering. Her naked breasts shook like mounds of jelly as she sobbed.
She was wet and miserable. Tear tracks shone on her face, and her eyes were red and bloodshot from crying.
Larry's interest in Annie began to grow, to her horror, as did the thick bulge in the crotch of his tight pants as he fondled her breasts.
"Skinny or not, I aim to see what you got! And you better not piss your pants like your friend did, or by God I'll slap you silly!"
Annie tried to worm her way away from her tormenter, crawling on her back. Larry grabbed her, opened her pants, pulled them down.
Annie's jeans were even tighter than Linda's. They hugged her crotch so tightly that her pubic mound and the folds of her pussy were outlined.
Annie was terrified as he took down her pants. He huffed and puffed as he pulled the jeans down off her hips to the tops of her smooth pink thighs.
Her hips were thin, with jutting hipbones. Her bush was a dark brick-red color, the silken hairs shining like an otter's pelt.
Her pussy lips were bright pink and very thin and narrow. Larry poked them with the stubby tip of his long, crooked, tobacco-stained finger.
Annie writhed under his handling. His finger traced the outline of the folds of her pussy, the soft warm flesh quivering at his touch.
He pressed his fingertip between her labia and pressed it inward.
Annie grunted, then wailed as she was penetrated. Larry worked his finger inside her. Fresh tears rolled from her frightened eyes.
"God damn! Girl, you sure got a hot, tight little pussy!"
He worked his finger in her, thrusting it back and forth. Annie grunted each time she was penetrated. After a while she started to lubricate.
Her pussy defended itself against the unwanted intruder by secreting juices, thick warm moisture, from the pores of her pink membranes.
As she moistened inside, his finger glided back and forth inside her with less difficulty. "Juicy little slut, ain't you?"
When at last Larry pulled his finger all the way out of her, it was shining with Annie's secretions. He stuck it in his mouth.
He slurped and sucked it like he was licking a candy cane. He took it out and smacked his lips. "You taste real good, too."
Linda cried out when Larry kicked her thigh. "As for you," he said, "I'm gonna make you pay later for pissing in my van, you bitch!"
The drive continued, Perhaps an hour went past.
The van slowed, turned a few times, went on. For a while, it stopped and started at irregular intervals, indicating that it was passing through some town where it had to stop for traffic lights.
It was torture for Linda and Annie to hear the sounds of traffic outside the van, to know that they were so near and yet so far from help.
The stopping and starting ended. The van drove steadily for a while. The sound of the road under the rolling wheels abruptly changed.
The ride was bumpy, bouncing, like they were on some kind of dirt road. Rocks and gravel were thrown up to ping against the underside of the van.
Suddenly the van stopped. There was a silence as the engine was killed.
"We're here," Larry announced. "Now the fun will really begin!"
Steve got out, walked around to the back, opened the door. It wad night, dark and black. The hulk of a house blotted out the stars.
"Val's all ready. She's opening the basement entrance. We'll bring the little bitches inside." He frowned when he saw Annie and Linda's exposed condition.
"What you been up to, Larry?"
"Nothing, man. Shoot, I didn't put nothing inside the girl except my finger. This other little cunt done pissed her pants!"
Steve grunted. "I ought to make her lick it up." He was a glum, dour fellow. "Well, let's get to work."
Linda was the closest to the doors, so they unloaded her first. Larry and Steve were careful how they handled her.
Steve took hold of her bound arms, Larry grabbed her tied feet.
"Nice tits, though," Larry said, looking down at Linda as they unloaded her. They carried her out of sight from the van.
Annie heard the sound of their feet crunching dirt. She heard a woman's voice, but could not make out what she was saying.
She tugged and strained at her bonds. It was impossible to break free of them without putting a great deal of time into the operation.
Time was just what she did not have. In less than two minutes, Larry and Steve trudged back to the van, returning for her.
They took hold of her feet and arms and lifted her out of the van. Annie saw that she was at a lonely farmhouse. There were distant lights in the darkness.
It was a cool cloudy night. A chilly wind blew over her, making her nipples pucker and stiffen, running through the hairs of her bush.
Goose bumps rose on her smooth soft flesh. Annie trembled-but not from the cold.
The van was parked at the rear of the two-story farmhouse. There was an old wooden barn over to one side. The fields were overgrown with high weeds.
Whatever went on at this place had nothing to do with farming.
Lights were on in the house, shining through the shaded windows. Steve and Larry carried Annie to an outdoor entrance to the basement.
It was an old-fashioned kind of storm doors, flung open. A flight of stone steps led down into the dimness of the basement, where soft lights shone dully.
Steve and Larry carried her down the stairs and through an open doorway into one of the strangest-no definitely the most strangest-rooms Annie had ever seen.
The men set Annie down on her back on the cold stone floor.
Annie twisted her head this way and that, trying to see where they had taken Linda. She shuddered as she got a better look at her new prison.
The walls were stone-concrete blocks painted black. At one side of the basement was an oversized electric heater which hummed and buzzed.
It cast a lurid red glow, doubling the sinister atmosphere. Annie's creamy flesh paled as she got a good look at the place.
What kind of place was this? There were sets of chains and cuffs bolted to the wall. Big bulky shapes of strange bondage devices were distributed around the room.
On one wall was a wooden board with dozens of pegs bristling from it. Hanging from the pegs was a variety of restraints and punishment devices.
Annie's blood ran cold. She quaked with fear, her small breasts trembling.
There was the sound of bootheels clicking on the stone floor as someone approached Annie and stood over her to take a good look at the captive teen.
Annie looked up. She saw a hard-faced, big-boned, buxom adult woman with blonde hair, dressed in leathers and boots, looking down at her.
The woman was in her middle forties. Her face was wide, thick-featured, with a beak-like nose and wide lips painted with glossy scarlet lipstick.
She wore a long-sleeved black leather top and a short black leather skirt and knee-high boots of shining black patent leather.
The woman's booted feet were spread shoulder-width apart. She held a riding crop across the middle of her plump stockinged thighs.
She smiled evilly as she scanned Annie, checking out the youngsters.
The woman spoke to Larry and Steve. "You boys did real well tonight-you brought me a pretty pair of slave girls. Well, let's strip them and get to work."
CHAPTER TWO
Annie and Linda were naked and chained.
Linda was standing close to the electric heater. A chain was suspended from the ceiling, ending in cuffs manacled to her hands.
Her arms were raised over her head. Her hair was wet and dark and plastered close to her scalp. Water dripped from her body.
The woman in leather was Val-or Mistress Val, as she demanded that the captive girls address her. She was in charge of the operation.
She laughed harshly when Larry told her that Linda had wet herself. "Serves you right for dipping your finger in her honeypie, Larry."
She told Larry to take her outside and wash her off. Larry unfolded a pocket knife and used it to cut off Linda's shirt.
Her bare breasts flopped out of the shredded sweatshirt when Larry stripped it off her torso. Mistress Val hovered over the pair.
Larry cut open the ropes which bound Linda's feet. They had cut into the soft flesh of her ankles, leaving deep red indented grooves.
"Throw those clothes in the garbage outside," Val commanded. "Take her out and hose her down good-I like my slaves nice and squeaky clean."
Linda had trouble walking at first. Larry put his arm around her and half-dragged, half-carried her across the room and up the stairs. :
Outside the house a green garden hose was attached to a faucet jutting from the concrete foundation. Linda fell on her knees in the tall grass.
Larry took hold of the handgrip. He turned the faucet. The hose swelled from the pressure of the water filling it.
He pointed the nozzle at Linda's soft bare breasts. Her arms, still bound behind her back, caused her mounds of flesh to thrust out.
Larry held the nozzle only inches from her flesh and pulled the trigger. A stream of icy water jetted out, splashing and spraying her.
Linda gasped and sputtered and shivered as the spray was played over her. Her flesh shone as it was saturated with water.
He directed the spray down between her legs. Linda squealed as the tingling, needle-like spray washed down her crotch.
She toppled over on her side. Larry moved over her, washing her down from head to toe, front and back, turning her with his feet.
Finally he finished. Linda sputtered and sobbed. She looked miserable. Water rolled off her flesh, which was pink and shining from the spray. .
He shut off the faucet and hustled the girl back down into the basement.
In the meantime, Annie's bonds had been removed so she could be stripped naked. Steve did the undressing, while Val gave the orders.
Annie Was long-legged and lean. Her face was a pale frightened oval. Her neck was swan-like, elegantly long. Her shoulders were thin, smooth.
Her breasts were small and budding. Her ribcage showed under her skin. Her arms and legs were long, with prominent elbows and knees.
Annie was manacled and fettered. Her hands were untied, only so they could be chained in front of her.
Thick cuffs of black leather, padded on the inside, were adjusted for her thin wrists. A short length of chain joined the cuffs.
Similar cuffs were put on her slender ankles. The chain joining these was longer than the one which secured her cuffed hands.
This chain was some fifteen inches long, hobbling her, so that she was forced to take small shuffling steps in order to get anywhere.
Annie stood, cowering fearfully, when Linda returned. Both girls burst into tears when they caught each other's eyes.
"Stop your snivelling!" Val commanded. "There'll be plenty of that later!"
At her orders, Steve lowered the chains from the ceiling, while Larry brought Linda to them. Her hands were released from behind her back.
Quickly the leather cuffs dangling at the ends of the chains were fastened to Linda's wrists and locked into place.
Steve pulled upward on the chain, its links rattling as they passed through the wheel of a small pulley. The chain was pulled tight.
Linda gasped as her arms were raised high above her head. She felt the warmth of the electric heater on her dripping-wet flesh.
Val took a towel and dried her roughly. She briskly massaged the towel all over Linda's flesh, paying special attention to her breasts and buttocks and crotch.
Linda moaned with shame to be handled with such casual familiarity by the older woman. Val rubbed Linda until her flesh glowed deep pink.
Soon the crystal beads of water which shone on Linda's flesh like jewels had been wiped away. Her nipples erected from the forceful toweling.
Annie, her wide eyes fastened on Linda, was unaware of Val creeping up silently behind her. Val slashed Annie's backside with her riding crop.
Annie shrieked with pain, the gag muffling most of her outcry. She gurgled sickly at the back of her throat and cowered with fear.
Her buttocks felt like they were burned by a hot wire. Looking down over her shoulder through tear-blurred eyes, she saw a vicious red line, the whip mark, running horizontally across her firmly rounded white buttocks.
Val chuckled throatily as she approached Linda. The chain links rattled as Linda jerked away. But there was nowhere for her to go.
Again the riding crop lashed out, sizzling as it cut through the air, then landing on Linda's soft warm hip with a meaty thud which made Annie wince in sympathy.
Linda writhed, her chains rattling, her gagged face twisted with pain.
Val stood where both girls could see her. Steve and Larry lounged on the sidelines, chuckling as they watched Val do her dominant thing.
Val was slightly taller than the average, but her spike-heeled boots added inches to her height. She was broad and big-boned.
Her hair was dyed platinum-blonde, white as snow, except where the dark roots showed. It framed her wide face like a white helmet.
She was heavily made-up. Her eyebrows were arched and thin. Her eyes were wide, deep-set, dark, glinting with malicious amusement.
Her wide lips were glossily painted a shining scarlet.
Her shoulder were wide, which helped support her massive breasts. Her arms were thick, strong. Her black leather top hugged her wide curves.
The top was scooped out to display a good deal of her wide white shoulders and the ripe swelling curves of her oversized breasts.
The leather itself was thin and shaped to her body. Her breasts thrust against the front of it, with her big nipples clearly outlined.
Her middle was thick, but not fat. Her hips widened outward, flaring into lushy womanly curves. She wore a short tight skirt.
Like her top, the skirt was made of black leather. A metal-studded leather belt, wide and thick, was buckled around her waist.
The skirt's hem came to the tops of her strong stockinged thighs. Her boots were made of black patent leather which shone like black mirrors.
Linda whimpered as Val reached out with her riding crop and poked Linda's breasts.
Val said, "Now that I have your attention, girls, I suppose a word of explanation is in order. Listen carefully-I don't like to repeat myself." .
"You little darlings are going to be my guests for tonight. Forget any ideas about morality or likes or dislikes. You'll do what you're told."
Linda's breast was dimpled inward by the tip of the riding crop which pressed against it. She rose on her tiptoes, moaning behind her gag.
"I'm not a torture freak. These devices you see around you are for the use of my more specialized and advanced clientele, not little girls like you."
"I'm here to say that little girls should do what they're told. I will use you, and abuse you, tonight. If everything goes well, and you do as you're told in every way, we shouldn't have any trouble."
"I warn you, though-don't dare defy me."
"I'm an expert at breaking the defiant You've had just the smallest taste of what I can do with this riding crop."
"If you should be so foolish as to disobey, I'll whip you until you're bloody and screaming. And you can scream all you like out here."
"Don't hold any foolish ideas that someone will come and rescue you. This place is completely isolated, and nobody knows where you are."
"Just to prove to you that I'm dealing in good faith, I call your attention to the fact that neither of you has the slightest idea where this place is."
"If you behave like good little girls, you'll be released when I'm done. I won't have to worry about you bringing the law back here, since you don't know where you are."
"So much for my introductory speech," Val concluded. "I'm going to take your gags off now. Don't irritate me with any stupid screams for help."
Val removed Linda's gag. Linda made a choking cry which she quickly cut off when she saw the menacing expression on Val's face.
Annie moaned when her gag was removed. Her tongue felt dead and lifeless in her mouth. Her jaws throbbed. She swallowed heavily.
Her voice was small and timid. "May I-may I ask you a question?"
"You can always ask."
"What-what are you going to do to us?!" Her voice cracked from fear.
Val's red lips peeled back over her white teeth in a wicked grin. "I'll do better than tell you-I'll show you."
She turned to her associates. "Larry, turn on the lights and set up the camera."
"Right, Val." Larry crossed the room, joined by Steve.
Set along the side walls of the basement dungeon were some floodlights mounted on metal tripods. Larry and Steve picked them up.
They set up the lights so that they faced the section of the dungeon where Val and the chained teenagers were located.
"Don't turn on the lights until you have to," Val said. "Those things are so fucking hot! Turn them on when you're ready to go."
Larry wheeled a portable video camera over, positioning it between the lights, so that its camera lens was pointed at the mistress and the captives.
While Larry and Steve worked, arranging cable, plugging them into electrical outlets, Val brought Annie over to Linda.
"You're both a pair of pretty little things," Val said. "Are you lovers?"
"Of course not!" Annie began indignantly. Her words were cut off by a sharp screech of pain as Val slashed her bottom with the riding crop.
Annie, tears in her eyes, rubbed the section of her ass cheek where she had been struck. Linda moaned fearfully.
"Don't forget yourself, slave," Val said. "When you talk to me, you address me as Mistress Val-do you understand, girl?"
"Y-yes, Mistress Val," Annie whimpered.
"That's better. When I ask a question, I expect-I demand-an answer. I asked if you little darlings are lovers. Are you?"
"No, Mistress Val." Annie's voice was thin and wavering.
"No, Mistress Val," Linda numbly echoed.
Val laughed harshly. "No? Well, don't worry-I'll soon set that to rights."
Annie and Linda gasped simultaneously. Their heads whirled as they exchanged glances, then they quickly looked away, blushing with shame.
Val laughed when she noticed their reaction. Nothing escaped the attention of this sharp-eyed dominatrix. "Relax, girls-you might even enjoy it."
Her face darkened. "And even if you don't-you'll do it." She tapped her riding crop against her palm, adding weight to her words.
Larry looked up from behind the camera. "All set, Val."
"All right. We'll get rolling in a minute or two." Val turned to the captives. "You girls are going to be the stars of a video tape."
She examined Linda. "Ummmmm, you're a juicy one."
Linda groaned and looked away as Val fondled her. Val's plump hands had red-painted nails and strong fingers and veins on the backs of them.
She rubbed and squeezed Linda's breasts. She cupped them in her palms, weighing them, the soft bosom flesh oozing off the edges of her hands.
She traced the curve of Linda's hip, patting her side. "Open your legs, darling. Don't make me have to hurt you."
Linda quickly, if tearfully, obeyed. Val gripped Linda's soft smooth inner thighs, pulling and handling the flesh.
Linda gasped as Val ran her finger up and down her pussy. "I love you young girls," Val said, "you're so fresh and sweet!"
She fingered Linda's labia. Linda was in a state of extreme tension. Her belly was hollow and curved inward as she held her breath.
Val placed her fingertips on Linda's labia and pulled them to the sides.
The quivering labia split and spread, revealing the bright pulsing pink of her inner membranes. Linda squeezed her eyes shut.
"Just like I said-fresh and sweet. And juicy," Val added.
She released Linda, stood up straight, and beckoned Annie to her. Annie stepped forward, her hobbled legs forcing her to take tiny mincing steps.
Her little breasts and her firm round buttocks jiggled as she moved. Val studied-her thoughtfully, stroking her chin as she scanned the redhead.
"You're on the thin side," Val said. "Skinny-like a little boy. Not that that's necessarily bad. It will make a good contrast on film."
Annie's breasts were slightly larger than ripe plums. She moaned as Val examined and handled her the way she had just done to Linda.
Val was pleased by Annie's long nipples. She pressed the tips of her polished, sharply pointed red nails against the throbbing pink point.
Annie moaned softly as Val tweaked and twisted her nipple, which became erect from her handling of it. "Yes, you've got possibilities," Val murmured.
She put her hand between Annie's leg and pinched one of her labia between her thumb and forefinger, pulling the pussy lips apart.
Val stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked it, wetting it. It dripped with saliva. She rubbed it against Annie's pussy lips.
"Open up for momma-that's a good girl." She pressed her finger and pushed it inward, sinking it between the labia, penetrating Annie.
Annie moaned as Val fingered her. Val rested her free hand on the rounded curve of Annie's ass. She felt and fondled the buttocks.
After a moment, she took her finger out of Annie. Secretions from the captive teen's pussy were mixed with the saliva on the finger.
She raised it to Annie's mouth. "Ever taste yourself, little girl?"
"I-I don't know what you mean, Mistress Val."
"Don't be stupid. Did you ever taste you pussy juices."
"N-no, Mistress Val."
"You will now. Open your mouth and suck it."
Annie parted her lips. Val inserted her finger in Annie's mouth. Annie pressed her lips against the warm wet finger while Val shoved it back and forth.
"Do it like you were sucking a cock," she said. She took hold of Annie's pair of pigtails, holding both of them in one hand.
She pulled them back and forth, guiding the movements of Annie's head in a bobbing motion. Annie sucked on the finger.
"She sure sucks real good, don't she?" Larry laughed.
"She sure does." Steve squeezed his crotch.
Val took her finger out of Annie's mouth. She wiped the saliva off on the girl's lean hips. "You've got a nice ass. Turn around, I want a better look."
She put her hands on Annie's shaking shoulders and spun her so that the girl's back was presented to her. "Bend forward like you're touching your toes."
Annie leaned forward. She was loose and limber, and was easily able to touch the floor. Her buttocks and thighs were pulled taut.
Val patted the ripely curved cheeks of the girl's ass. Annie's bottom was one of her best features, the most fleshily abundant part of her thin body.
"Ummmmm, yes, I love this!" Val rested her hands on the buttocks, digging her fingers into the ass cheeks, then pulling them apart.
Annie whimpered, red-faced with shame, as Val pried apart her ass cheeks, exposing her deep bottom cleft and her tiny brown anus.
She cried out when Val prodded her anus with her fingertip. Val laughed harshly. "Okay, you can stand up." She helped Annie to rise.
Both Annie and Linda hung their heads in humiliation. Neither could bear to look at the other. A tear rolled down Annie's cheek.
"All this touching and probing has got my juices flowing," Val said. "I guess we might as well get started. Turn on the lights!"
Steve switched on the lights. They were strong and glaring, their impact striking the unsuspecting girls with the force of a blow.
It was hot under the lights. They illuminated the entire corner of the basement dungeon. The naked girls began to sweat.
"Hot, he?" Val laughed. "Well, that's nothing compared to how hot I'm going to make it for you two little honeys in a few seconds!"
Larry took a light reading and adjusted the camera lens accordingly. "We're ready any time you are, Val!"
Val said to the girls, "We're all going on tape, but don't worry about acting. You won't have to act. Just do what comes naturally."
She signalled to Larry to start the tape rolling in the camera. Larry pressed his eye to the viewfinder and guided the camera lens.
Val made Annie get down on her knees facing Linda. She stood between the girls.
She held Linda's face in her hands. Linda squirmed in her chains. Val kissed her hard on the mouth, fastening her red-lipped mouth to Linda's.
She thrust her tongue inside Linda's mouth. She ground her lips against Linda's while her tongue probed the teen's mouth, tasting her saliva.
She kissed Linda for a moment, then pulled away. Gazing silently at the chained teen, she suddenly slapped her face.
Linda cried out, rocking in her chains. A red imprint on her rounded cheek showed where Val's hard hand had hit her.
Val strutted over to Annie, who cringed on her knees. She loomed over the girl. She lifted her leg and placed her foot on Annie's shoulder.
She pushed Annie down, forcing the girl to press her forehead against the cold stones of the floor. Annie's bottom was raised high.
Val rubbed her sleek leather boot against Annie's face. She ordered Annie to kiss her boot. Annie pressed her puckered lips to polished patent leather.
"Now, your tongue. Polish my boots with it, little redheaded girl."
Annie extended her pink pointed tongue out from between her lips and glided it over Val's boot, making it shine with her frothy saliva.
Val commanded the girl to take the sharply pointed toe of the boot in her mouth and suck it. The corners of Annie's mouth were stretched.
While red-faced Annie slurped and sucked, Val asked Larry, "Are you getting this?"
"All of it, Val. It looks great. Keep it coming!"
"Keep them coming, you mean," Steve laughed.
Finally Val ended the session of Annie's oral worship of her boots.
"You girls are such good friends," Val sneered. "I'm going to give you the chance to get really close!"
She ordered Annie to crawl on her hands and knees to chained Linda.
Val was always careful to position herself so that she did not stand in front of the girls or otherwise block the camera's view of them.
Annie crouched at Linda's feet. She cried out in pain as Val planted a smart swat on her backside with the riding crop. "Stand up!"
Tremblingly Annie rose to her feet. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Val said, "Give your friend a great big kiss-a loving kiss!"
She took hold of Annie's pigtails. The teen redhead's face was contorted with pain as Val twisted the hair, pulling it by the roots.
"I'm sorry, Linda-I have to do this! Please forgive me!"
"Please forgive me!" Val mocked Annie. "You better kiss that bitch like you mean it-if I don't like the job you do, I'll whip your friend's ass raw!"
She pushed Annie's face up to Linda's. Linda sobbed openly, deep wracking sobs which came up from deep in her belly.
Annie pressed her lips against Linda's. "With your mouth open, and your tongue in there working, fool!" Val hissed harshly.
Annie opened her mouth as she kissed Linda. She slipped her tongue inside the mouth. Val stood behind her, holding her, watching to see that she obeyed.
"That's better," Val said grudgingly. "Now, stop kissing her. Stick out your tongue and lick down her neck until you reach her tits."
Annie obeyed. Linda closed her eyes. Tears were squeezed from beneath her eyelids.
Val held Annie's head so that it now was level with Linda's bosom.
She pulled the head from side to side, forcing Annie to nuzzle the fat naked breasts. The smooth masses of soft pink flesh rippled and jiggled.
"Those tits are beautiful-they deserve to be kissed!" Val said. "Do it!"
Annie pressed her quivering puckered pink lips all over Linda's breasts.
"Good, good," Val murmured. "Now lick them all over-especially the nipples."
Annie rubbed her wet tongue against Linda's breasts. The bosom flesh rippled as the tongue slid over it. She licked the nipples.
"Well, how do you like that?!" Val's raw laughter boomed. "This big-tit girl is getting turned on by her pal! Her nipples are all hard!"
It was true. Linda's fat nipples stiffened into throbbingly erect points of flesh which jutted from the yielding masses of her white breasts.
Val forced Annie to take Linda's nipples in her mouth one at a time and suck them.
Val cupped Linda's breast, guiding its hard nipple to Annie's open mouth. She stuffed it inside, filling the mouth with soft bosom flesh.
Linda's nipple throbbed heavily between Annie's lips. Next, Val squeezed together both of Linda's breasts, her fingers digging into soft flesh.
She stuffed both stiff nipples into Annie's mouth at the same time, filling it, stretching the corners of the mouth.
"Man, that there's a real tasty mouthful, all right!" Steve cackled.
Val forced Annie down to her knees. The redhead's face was level with Linda's crotch. Annie's small breasts shook as she fought back a sob.
CHAPTER THREE
Annie was foolish-she had to have her ass whipped before she would go down on Linda. Mistress Val gave her a beating.
Annie broke down when she faced Linda's thick bush and fleshy pussy lips.
She sobbed loudly, pulling her head away. "I can't do it! I just can't!"
"Oh yes you can," Val said grimly, "and you will!"
Annie's head rocked as Val slapped her face. Linda screamed along with Annie. Val pushed Annie face down on the floor.
"If this is how you want it, this is how you'll get it!" Val mounted Annie, straddling the girl, pressing her down on the floor.
Val's short leather skirt rode to the tops of her stockinged thighs. Her white thighs were plump and jiggling where they rose out of the dark nylons.
They were held in place by the garters of her black leather belt. It could be seen that she wore a pair of black leather bikini panties.
She rested her plump buttocks on Annie's long, lean back. She faced the jiggling ass cheeks of the redheaded teen's squirming bottom.
Her strong stockinged thighs pressed tightly against Annie's flanks. She lifted her riding crop high and slashed it down on the buttocks.
"Great stuff! Keep it coming, Val!" Larry swung the camera lens down, focusing on the dominatrix and her screaming teen victim.
Val's heavy breasts shifted inside her leather top as her arm rose and fell again and again, smacking the leather crop into the soft ass cheeks.
Annie shrieked with pain and fear. Val must have whipped her fifteen or twenty times, slamming the crop down on the rounded buttocks.
When Val halted, Annie's bottom was striped with ugly, angry red welts. The abused ass cheeks twitched although the crop no longer punished them.
Annie was sobbing and groaning as Val climbed off her. "Don't hurt me!" She shrieked as Val grabbed her pigtails and gave her head a good shaking.
Val stuck her wrathful face close to Annie's and demanded to know if Annie was now ready to do as she was told, like a good slave girl.
Annie sobbed as she swore she would do anything which Val demanded. Linda was deathly pale, her face white as a sheet from the brutality she had witnessed.
Once more Annie took her place on her knees at Linda's feet. She groaned with pain, and raised her beaten behind off the backs of her heels.
Larry swung the camera around to follow the (action. Annie was red-faced and sobbing. Tears rolled down her cheeks and spattered on her breasts.
Val pushed Annie's face hard against Linda's pussy. The pussy lips split, exposing slippery seashell pink membranes which pulsed and quivered.
Annie choked back her sobs and heatedly kissed Linda's pussy. Val hovered over the redheaded-and now red-assed-teen.
Annie stuck out her tongue and licked Linda's pussy lips, wetting them with saliva. Linda buried her face in her chained arms.
"That's enough on the outside," Val said. "Get your tongue inside her!"
Anne pressed her tongue against Linda's pussy lips and dipped it deep. Linda squirmed and gasped as her friend and fellow captive licked her inner membranes.
Soon red spots of color rose in Linda's heated face. Her mouth was open, and an involuntary moan was forced from her.
Linda's plump buttocks quivered and jiggled. There were liquid slurping sounds as Annie tongued her, lapping the juices which now oozed from her pussy.
Val rested her riding crop under Annie's chin and lifted the girl's face, guiding her tongue up the dripping slit to the clitoris.
Annie massaged the clitoris with her tongue. It was a pink pearl of flesh which throbbed steadily as she licked it.
Linda gasped and moaned as the tonguing continued. Val smirked with satisfaction. "Not as bad as you thought it would be, is it?"
"No, Mistress Val," Linda replied meekly in a small breathless voice.
While Annie continued her oral loving of Linda's pussy, Val stripped down for action. She unzipped her top and peeled it off.
Her massive breasts flopped out, the nipples, fat as pink thimbles, jutting from the melon-sized mounds of ivory-white flesh.
Val cupped her breasts, lifted, then released them. She breathed deeply as she pinched and squeezed her pink nipples.
She took off her skirt and threw it aside. The garter belt was a black leather band which fit tightly, cutting into her wide white hips.
Val loomed over Annie, watching the girl, instructing her, until Annie made Linda come. Linda cried out wordlessly as she climaxed.
At this point, Val decided she could do with some stimulation of her own.
She pulled off her leather panties, revealing a thick black bush and fat fleshy pussy lips which were dark and soft and quivering.
Her heavy breasts dangled as she bent down to pick up the panties she had stepped out of.
She pulled the panties down on Linda's head, arranging the crotch so that it was over Linda's nose and mouth.
Linda was able to see out of the leg openings of the panties-Val made sure that she could watch what Annie would do to her.
Annie cowered at Val's booted feet. Val touched herself, fondling her thick-lipped pussy. She spread her feet shoulder-width apart.
She pulled Annie's head between her legs, and ground her crotch against Annie's mouth. "Eat my pussy, you little bitch!"
Her voice was harsh, cruel, demanding. Annie, fearful of the pain of the whip, hastily went to work on Val with her lips and tongue.
Val's sex was pungent with the musky natural fragrance of arousal. That heavy aroma filled Annie's nostrils, making her feel lightheaded and intoxicated.
The warm thick pussy lips quivered as Annie adored them with her tongue. Val was hot inside, hot and wet, and her thick juices tingled on Annie's tongue.
Val kept her hand on the back of the girl's head, pressing it hard against her heated crotch. She gasped for breath as the tonguing continued.
Annie's tongue slithered inside her. She lapped Val's juices as they oozed from the membranes. Val rocked her hips back and forth.
Val's masses of flesh shook as the heat rose in her pussy from the mouthing. She pulled upward on the girl's pigtails.
Annie was forced to tongue Val's clitoris. It was a marble of flesh rolling in natural oils. She tongued it to orgasm.
Val shook and shivered as she climaxed.
Gasping, she pushed Annie away from her.
Val gasped. Sweat shone on her face and the tops of her heaving breasts. She closed her plump thighs and pressed her pussy with them.
When she had recovered her breath and straightened up, she ordered Steve to enter the scene. Steve wasted no time in arriving.
Steve stood facing Annie, who was on her knees. Annie's face was wet and shining from her hairline to the tip of her chin.
Steve fondled his groin through his pants. Annie moaned, "Oh, no-not that!"
"Do you want some more of this instead?" Val brandished her riding crop.
"Don't worry, little girl," Steve chuckled thickly, "I ain't gonna hurt you none, as long as you suck me real good, and don't bite."
Val unbuckled his pants, zipped them down, and pulled them off Steve's hairy hips. He had a swelling paunch and a wide ass.
His trousers dropped down to his ankles. He wore no shorts. His body was covered with thick, coarse black hair, like an animal's furry pelt.
Annie whimpered when she saw his exposed genitals. Steve's cock was' red, semi-erect. His balls were heavy and hairy and dangling in the sac.
He gripped his cock so its head jutted from the top of his closed fist. He touched it against Annie's face, which was twisted with shock and dismay.
Val held Annie's head in place so she could not pull back. She stood behind Steve and Annie, who faced each other in profile for the video camera.
Annie squeezed her eyes shut as Steve rubbed his cock head against her face, on her smooth forehead and tear-stained cheeks.
His member thickened and grew as he rubbed it on Annie's soft smooth flesh.
Within seconds, his member had sprouted into a thick, throbbing erection. He guided its head, red and swollen, down to Annie's mouth.
"If you bite," Val warned, "I'll knock your teeth out so you won't do it again!"
She twisted Annie's hair. When the girl opened her mouth to moan, Steve stuffed his hot hard cock inside it, cramming it in her mouth.
Annie's eyes widened as her mouth was penetrated. She looked like she was going to be sick, but Val's menacing presence forced her to obey.
"There's nothing to it, you silly little bitch," Val said. "Just suck his big thing like it was a candy cane or a lollipop!"
Annie's quivering puckered lips were wrapped around the member. Steve's plump buttocks jiggled as he started thrusting.
He fucked the redheaded teen's mouth like it was her pussy. His shaft dripped with her saliva each time it emerged from her lips.
Always keeping his knobbed cock head firmly planted between her lips, he rocked back and forth, thrusting in and out, faster and harder.
Annie's cheeks hollowed as she sucked him. His cock was redder and hotter with each passing stroke. Steve huffed and puffed, grunting with pleasure.
Between breathless gasps, he told Val that he would come soon.
"You know what do to," Val said sharply.
Another minute passed. The intense expression contorting Steve's face testified that his orgasm was only seconds away.
Just before he ejaculated, he gripped his cock and pulled it out of her mouth. Its red swollen head was pointed at her face.
Annie cried out with disgust as Steve came all over her face.
Semen jetted from his cock head in spurting strands. The strands fell on her nose, cheeks, lips, and chin. Annie wailed and cried.
Steve grunted and groaned. His fist was wrapped around his hard cock, pulling it rapidly, squeezing out every last drop.
He shuddered as the last throes of his orgasm shook him. The stream of semen from his cock faded away to a thin trickling ooze.
Come, thick and gooey, dripped down the curves and hollows of Annie's face.
Val laughed harshly. "Don't cry, little girl-it's not poison!"
She would not permit Annie to wipe her face clean. "You leave it there, you little cunt!" She swatted the backs of Annie's hands with the crop.
Steve's cock was still hard. He turned so that he faced Linda. The chained teen was so horror-struck by Annie's degradation that it took her some seconds to realize that she was the next in line for abuse.
She groaned with disgust as Steve embraced her, pressing his body against hers. "Come on, honey, give me a great big kiss!"
"Obey!" Val slashed the crop across Linda's plump bottom. Linda danced with pain, her chains rattling, a red line glowing across her ass.
Steve's throbbing cock was sandwiched between his swelling paunch and Linda's smooth soft flesh as he wrapped his hands around her.
She fought back her nausea as he kissed her brutally on the mouth, grinding his lips against hers, crushing them, thrusting his tongue inside.
He kissed her pale stricken face and worked his way down to her breasts.
"I love these tits," he grunted, "I just love 'em!"
He clutched Linda's trembling breasts, one in each hand. He squeezed them, so that soft bosom flesh oozed between his gripping fingers.
She cried out in pain as he twisted and pinched her nipples. They were raw, red, and stiffly erect after he finished punishing them.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth and chewed it. His mouth was all over her breasts, which were soon covered with angry red bites.
By this time, his cock was as hot and hard as it had been when Annie first started sucking on it. He reached between Linda's legs.
"No!" she shrieked. "Please, no! Not that! Please, not that!"
Her shriek rose into a prolonged bout of screaming as Val lashed her buttocks ten sizzling times with the punishing crop.
When Val finally stopped, Linda hung limp and exhausted in her chains, her will to resist broken by the disciple of sadistically inflicted pain.
Steve pried her legs apart. She did not fight him. She clung to her chains, her abused breasts shaking as she sobbed constantly.
Steve's blunt, thick-fingered hand probed her pussy. He rubbed the pussy lips, stroked the bush, pulled the silken hairs until she gasped.
Linda cried out when he stuck his finger inside her. She was still wet from the saliva and secretions remaining from when Annie mouthed her.
"Hell, I got something better than this finger to put in her pussy!"
Steve gripped his cock. It was a throbbing, blunt-headed red arrow pointed at the tender, nakedly vulnerable target of her pussy.
The pussy lips rippled, splitting and flashing pink, as he rubbed his cock head against them. His balls were swollen in the sac.
Steve slipped his massive, thickly muscled forearms under the backs of her knees, lifting Linda off her feet, raising her legs.
Linda groaned and wailed as her weight put aching pressure on her arms and her shoulder joints as the chains pulled viciously on them.
Steve forced Linda to wrap her plump thighs and smooth calves around his hairy body. Val's riding crop was held at the ready to enforce obedience.
Linda wrapped her legs around Steve, locking her ankles together at the small of her back. He held her legs in his strong arms.
She dangled from the chains. Val reached over and took hold of his cock, which throbbed at her touch. He pulled Linda to him.
As her crotch moved closer, Val guided the red cock head to Linda's pussy lips.
The fat head of the penis was a red wedge which pried Linda's labia open. Steve grunted with pleasure as he forced his cock head in.
Linda sobbed constantly, her moist eyes squeezing out fresh tears which rolled down her shaking cheeks and spattered on her heavy breasts.
Steve, now that he had his cock head planted in her tight pussy, pulled her even closer. His red shaft slowly sank into her pussy.
Linda wept as she was penetrated. Her pussy lips were pushed to the sides. Val released his cock when Linda was impaled on it.
Steve fucked her standing up. As his hips rocked back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out of her, he gasped for breath.
Linda's lush breasts, the abused nipples raw and stiff, jiggled as she was pushed and pulled, the cock shoving in and out of her.
Just as he had kept his cock head always planted in Annie's mouth when he raped it, Steve kept his cock head firmly lodged in Linda's pussy.
Her ass cheeks, the luscious white globes marked with ugly red welts from the whipping, rippled as she was pulled back and forth.
After a while, Steve just stood there, doing hardly any work at all. By pulling on the chained girl dangling from the ceiling, he could sink his cock in her and pull it almost all the way out.
Since he had come once, inside Annie's mouth, his urgency was not as great as it had been the first time, and he was able to go for much longer.
His cock was a red blur pumping into her pussy. He gasped from the delicious sexual friction of having his member massaged by her membranes.
Each new stroke found his cock redder and hotter. Sweat rolled down off his panting face like water. He huffed and puffed, his lungs heaving.
Just as he was about to come, he pulled his cock all the way out of Linda.
Val was right there. She gripped his cock and squeezed it, bringing him off so that he came. Semen spurted on Linda's belly and bush.
Jetting strands of semen fell on her red, irritated pussy lips. Val's hand kneaded and pulled his cock flesh, milking every last drop from it.
"Right on time," Larry said, lifting his face at last from the eyepiece of the camera, which had ceased the whirring motion inside it.
"We just ran out of tape." Larry wiped his sweating face with his sleeve.
Larry walked out from behind the camera. "Now it's my turn to have some fun!"
Val patted his cheek. "You deserve it-you were a good boy. Such dedicated work demands that you be rewarded with a special treat."
Larry and Val pulled a bondage horse over to Linda. Steve pulled up his pants, tucking his semi-erect cock inside.
He was sighing heavily from the sweet pleasure of his orgasm. He switched off the hot floodlights, throwing the basement dungeon into intimate darkness.
The soft lights scattered around the room cast a weird glow. Chains rattled as Steve lowered suspended Linda down.
The bondage horse was in position. It was shaped like a carpenter's saw horse, and consisted of a horizontal bar supported by a pair of V-shaped vertical legs.
Linda was forced to bend face down over the bar. Her hands were released from the chains only so she could be tied down to the bondage horse's legs.
Val forced the girl to spread her feet, which then were bound on the legs of the saw horse, so that they were open and spread wide.
Linda's whipped ass jutted out. Semen shone on the thick soft lips of her pussy, below the striped moons of her shaking ass.
Her lush breasts dangled freely, the nipples stiff, throbbing.
Annie was forced to kneel facing Linda's ass. Val had wiped the come off her face with a towel-Larry didn't want to get that stuff on him.
Linda gasped and shivered as Annie's tongue glided over her ass cheeks, making them shine with saliva. Annie's tongue ached.
"Now, get your face between those cheeks and tongue the inside!" Val said.
Linda's body went rigid with pain as Annie's thin bony face was wedged between her abused ass cheeks. Annie was forced to tongue the anus.
"And you better do a good job," Val warned, "because I'll be checking up on you, and God help you if that asshole isn't dripping wet!"
The wrinkled folds of Linda's tight and tiny anus were saturated with Annie's saliva. Annie pushed her tongue inside.
Linda's face was scarlet with shame, and Annie was no less humiliated.
While Annie tongued Linda's rosebud, Larry stripped off his clothes. He had a hard, wiry body, lean and sharp, with a long thin cock.
He walked around to the other side of the bondage horse. Linda gasped as he grabbed her hair and jerked her head up.
He forced her to suck him. He stuffed his cock into her mouth. Linda gasped as he thrust deep, his cock head bumping the back of her throat.
His erection was like a broomstick handle, painted red, jutting from his lean hips. He had a sour, unwashed smell of dried sweat.
Saliva oozed out of the corners of Linda's mouth as he fucked it, wetting her chin, making it shine. His cock dripped with saliva when he took it out.
His member, sprouting horizontally from his hips, bobbed as he quickly padded barefoot so that he was back behind Linda.
Linda was puzzled, surprised that he had not come in her mouth, or on her face, as Steve had done to Annie. She guessed he would fuck her pussy.
Val kicked Annie away from Linda. Annie lay curled on her side on the floor, an expression of utter submission and hopelessness on her face.
Pain twisted Linda's face as Val took hold of her whipped ass cheeks and pried them apart, exposing her tiny puckered anus.
She gasped as Val jammed the tip of her finger inside the tight rosebud.
Val asked Larry, "How long since you've fucked a virgin ass?"
"Too long," Larry grinned.
Linda and Annie both screamed loudly when they realized what was next on the program. Val whipped Annie into crushed, whimpering silence.
Linda was not so easily quieted, not even by pain. After all, it was she who was bound on the horse with her ass offered up for penetration and defloration.
She had to be gagged before she was silenced-and gagged she was, swiftly and efficiently. Annie's thin body shook with soft broken sobbing.
Val brought over a jar of lubricant. Larry pried Linda's buttocks apart and greased her ass with the oily lubricant, stuffing it into the rosebud.
Val fitted the jar over his hard cock, twirling it so that it was smeared with the greasy goo before she took it off and set it aside.
Val told Linda that if she tried to relax it wouldn't hurt as much. Linda, writhing in hopeless, helpless terror, was not in the mood for advice.
Val took hold of the teen's ass cheeks, her claw-like fingers sinking into the plump white buttocks as she pried them apart.
Larry gripped his cock, excess lubricant oozing through the spaces between his fingers. The wrinkled brown rosebud quivered when the cock head touched it.
Grunting and gasping, Larry stuffed his swollen cock head past the brown anal ring, cracking the cherry of Linda's no-longer-virgin ass.
The gag only partially muffled Linda's shriek of outrage. Annie stared in white-faced horror as Larry's red shaft slowly sank inside Linda.
"Don't get too comfortable," Val laughed, "because you'll be getting the same thing! And after you've both been fucked in the ass, we'll do it again, and put it on the video tape!" Val laughed and laughed.
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OFFICE RAPE ORDEAL
CHAPTER ONE
As the building was emptied of its workers at five o'clock, Wilson Rane admitted young and pretty Blair into his private office.
He closed and locked the door, sealing them inside.
As Blair passed him, he patted her round bottom. She flashed him a quick, nervous smile. The two of them crossed to his desk.
His spacious office held the usual furniture: desk, swivel chair, chairs for visitors, none of them as comfortable as his chair, filing cabinets, coffee urn.
Blair was intelligent and attractive, a college graduate in her middle twenties, a bright girl who was rising fast in the ranks of the corporation.
She was tall, slim, high-breasted, long-legged, grateful. She had ash-blonde hair and bright green eyes, a red ripe mouth and ivory white skin.
Blair wore a tan suit jacket, a frilly white blouse, a skirt of the same fabric as the jacket, and expensive dark brown loafers.
Her straight fine hair, parted in the middle, fell to her shoulders; it was simply and elegantly styled, with a subtle platinum sheen to it.
Her high firm breasts thrust against the front of her blouse. Her rounded buttocks rolled under the tight skirt, whose hem reached an inch or two past her knees.
Her shapely calves were sleek in skin-tight flesh colored stockings.
Wilson Rane, in his mid-forties, was a dynamic, athletic, aggressive executive.
His thick hair was gray at the temples, giving him a distinguished look. His wide square face was rugged, tanned.
He wore a dark three-piece business suit, a black tie, white shirt, black shiny shoes. He was self-assured and sleekly prosperous.
Blair was not her usual sunny self. She stared down at her feet as she crossed the carpeted floor. She halted in front of his desk.
There was a wounded, hurting look in her green eyes. Red spots of color glowed in her white cheeks. Her ripe red lips were parted.
She fidgeted, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She seemed restless.
Wilson sat down in his chair at the desk, so that he faced Blair. He felt most comfortable sitting at the desk where he made decisions and gave orders.
He folded his hands on the green desk blotter. Sitting to one side of it were a pair of framed photos-one of his wife, and one of his two children.
He said, "Take off your clothes, Blair."
She showed not the slightest sign of shock or outrage. Clearly this kind of command was something which she was used to from Wilson.
Blair took off her jacket and hung it across the back of a chair. She was neat, and carefully smoothed it out as she draped it.
The jacket had covered a blouse which was lacy and feminine. It was sheer and soft and clinging, long-sleeved, with lace at the throat.
There was a tremor in her fingers as she picked open the mother-of-pearl buttons, opening the blouse from the neck to the navel.
It could now be seen that her white bra had elaborate floral designs on the cups which held her pert breasts.
Her bosom was naturally high and firm. She had no need of the bra's support, since her breasts showed not the slightest sign of sagging.
She wore the bra for modesty's sake. It was embarrassing to have men staring at her tits, trying to see her nipples, during the business day.
Blair pulled the tails of her blouse out of her skirt, and took the blouse off, folding it neatly before she laid it aside.
A cool and pleasant and expectant smile showed on Wilson's face while she took off her clothes. The smile widened as she removed her bra.
She unhooked it at the back, then slipped the straps off her shoulders. The cups came free of her breasts, which jiggled as they were released.
Her breasts were pear-shaped, with bright pink nipples and neat round rosettes. The nipples tingled as they were exposed.
As she undressed, Blair did not look at Wilson. She kept her head bowed and her eyes lowered-showing the respect a slave girl should show.
She reached for the catch at the side of her skirt and opened it. Down came the skirt as she tugged it off her slim hips.
The skirt rustled as it fell down her long legs to land in a heap of fabric at her slender ankles. Her white nylon half-slip followed it down. The lingerie she wore did not seem in keeping with her outward image of the sensibly, demurely dressed young career woman.
A white satin garter belt circled her narrow waist. It had lace trimmings, and four fat garters which were pinned to the tops of her stockings.
Over the garters she wore a pair of white lace bikini panties.
Blair stepped out of her discarded garments. Her breasts .lifted and dangled as she bent forward from the waist and picked the clothes up.
She folded them and stacked them on a chair. When she was done, Wilson told her to take off her panties, too, and give them to him.
Blair hooked her thumbs into the panties and took them down. Her hips were soft and white. Her bush was a glossy shade of dark brown.
The panties were worn over the garters for easy removal. They rustled against her nylons. She picked up the panties, handing them to Wilson.
He took them. He opened them and raised the inside of them to his face. Pale brown streaks, faint and light, were on the cotton crotch of the panties.
Wilson lifted it to his nostrils and inhaled deeply, as though it was a bunch of roses. But the natural scent of Blair's pussy was sweeter than any rose could be.
Wilson's groin felt heavy, tingling. His penis stirred in his pants.
"Come around to my side of the desk, Blair, but don't walk."
He pointed a finger at the floor. "Get down and crawl to me."
Blair got down on her hands and knees. Her rounded buttocks-her ass was one of her most superb features-looked twice as luscious, framed by the lace flounces of the garter belt, the garters, and the dark stocking tops.
Her small breasts shook as she crawled. Her hair fell across her face, which was now hot and blushing furiously.
Wilson's mouth watered as he watched the delicious girl. By the time she reached his side of the desk, he had a bulging erection.
His hard member thrust upwards bulging in the crotch of his pants.
"That's my good girl." He patted the top of her golden head, a master pleased at the docile obedience of his dog.
He caressed her hair, which felt like silk in his hands. He touched her cheek.
Blair took hold of his hand in both of hers and pressed it to her lips. She closed her eyes dreamily as she kissed it.
"Have you been a good girl, Blair? Have you really?"
"Yes, master."
"Climb up here on my lap."
Blair rose from the floor and stood facing him. He wrapped his broad hands on her lean hips. He felt the garters and her soft smooth flesh.
He turned her to the side before he pulled her down on his lap. Her naked buttocks pressed his groin. She could feel his throbbing hardness.
She placed her soft hands on his broad shoulders. His strong arm circled her slim waist. She fidgeted, so that her buttocks massaged his erection.
He touched her breasts. The nipples were hard now, stiffly erect. They jutted from the soft flesh of her breasts like a pair of pink pebbles.
Blair sighed deeply as he rubbed and squeezed and lightly tweaked the nipples. His practiced hands kneaded the soft warm masses of her breasts.
He kissed her. She closed her eyes while his tongue thrust into her mouth, rubbing her own tongue, tasting the sweetness of her saliva.
She kissed him back, shyly rubbing her tongue against his in the humid heat of her mouth. His hand drifted down between her legs.
He fondled her stockinged thighs, running his hands up and down them.
His hand moved upward, where her smooth white flesh, the flesh of her inner thighs, emerged from the dark tops of her stockings.
He kept on kissing her as he touched her. She moaned in the back of her throat as his fingers strayed over her bush.
Her bush was a fleecy pelt. He toyed with the glossy brown curls, their color much darker than the hair on her head.
His fingertips glided over her pussy lips. They were soft and smooth and warm and delicately shaped, with intricate folds.
She shivered. Goose bumps rose on her soft skin as he rubbed her pussy.
He came up for air, breaking off the kiss. Her lips were wet with his saliva.
He silently smiled at her. He opened his legs, so that her naked bottom slipped between them. She was lowered down to the floor.
Blair knew what was expected of her. She swung her long stockinged legs under her, folding them as she knelt at his feet.
Her round soft bottom rested on the backs of her shoes.
Wilson rose so he could take off his pants, or at least take them down. He unbuckled the belt, opened the catch, pulled down the zipper.
He wore boxer style shorts. His stiff penis was like a piece of iron pipe concealed in the crotch. She could glimpse it through the fly hole of the shorts.
Change and keys rattled in his pockets as he let the pants fall down his long muscular legs to land in a heap at his ankles.
He pulled down his shorts, his stiff cock springing up.
Blair moaned when she saw it. Her face was level with the fleshy rod.
The tiny slitted eye in the tip of the cock head seemed to stare at her. The head was shaped like a mushroom cap; his shaft was the mushroom's thick stalk.
Blair's pink pointed tongue glided over her lips, wetting them.
Wilson caressed her hair, smoothing it down against her scalp. With his other hand, he took hold of his cock, closing his fist around it.
The blunt red cock head jutted from the top of the fist. He rubbed it against Blair's face. A dreamy look shone in her glazed green eyes.
"Suck it."
"Yes, master," she whispered.
The cock head bumped her puckered lips. She parted them, opening her mouth to take him inside it. Her mouth formed a wide O.
He fit the cock head in her mouth. She moaned with satisfaction; so did he. His moans increased as she whipped his cock head with her tongue.
She knew many tricks to increase his arousal. He had instructed her how to please him in sex over the last six months of their affair.
Blair had a strong submissive streak. He had exploited that streak. She needed to have a strong hand, a strong master, ruling her in the bedroom.
She was lovely and docile. Her passive shyness excited him. He took her deeper and deeper into sexual slavery-now she was his total slave.
Her cheeks hollowed as she slurped and sucked his cock. Her restlessness, her nervous fidgeting, had vanished, now that she was performing to please her master.
He pushed forward, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. Her wet lips were curled over her teeth. The thickness of his shaft stretched the corners of her mouth.
He gripped a fistful of her hair and twisted the silken strands around it. She moaned as her hair was pulled by the roots, but did not stop sucking.
He rocked back and forth with greater violence and urgency now Her tongue lashed the underside of his shaft, making him squirm in sheer delight.
Her eyes were closed as he fucked her mouth. His cock, shiny and dripping with saliva, was massaged against the smooth sleek wet insides of her lips.
His cock heated to a boil as it plunged in and out of her mouth. She used her hair as a kind of rein to guide the movements of her head.
Her head bobbed so fast now that the violent motion caused her breasts to tremble. He stood still and let her bobbing head do the work.
He came. He pulled her close to him. The pain made her squeal breathlessly, but she did not pull away. His cock twitched on her tongue.
His sweating face was screwed up and moaning as semen spurted in thick gushes from his red swollen cock head, jetting into her mouth.
Blair was well trained. Without being told, she automatically swallowed his come as it spurted from his cock.
Her jaw and throat muscled flexed as she gulped it down. The semen was thick as honey as it dripped down her gullet.
Wilson kept his cock holstered in her hot wet mouth long after he stopped coming. He fondled her hair, caressed her cheeks and swan-like neck.
Finally he took his thing out of her mouth. Semen glistened on her tongue. Strands of it clung to the corners of her mouth.
His cock was the deep red color of boiled lobster. It was rubbery, semi-erect.
Blair licked him clean. She extended her pink pointed tongue so far out of her mouth that it looked like a pink snake slithering out of a cave.
She pressed her tongue tip to his penis and started licking. Her tongue covered his cock flesh from the tip of its head, to the base of its swollen shaft.
His balls were not neglected. They rippled as her tongue glided over them. He shivered as she licked a line down the center of his balls.
When she was done-and it was Wilson who decided that she was done, not Blair-he did not fuck her pussy.
He could have. His cock was once more firm and vigorous. His lust was high. But his lust for dominance was equally strong.
Blair made a soft little disappointed cry as he pulled up his pants and shorts. Carefully he tucked his still-stiff member inside them.
His zipper being pulled up and closed signalled that, for now, his rod of pleasure was denied to her. Blair fretted and pouted.
"You're a very naughty girl, Blair." His voice was soft, tender.
"I am?" She looked up at him, her voice soft as a little girl's.
"Yes, you are. It was very silly of you to make the mistake you did. You wore flesh colored stockings with white lingerie."
"I had to," Blair said. "I don't have any white stockings."
"I'm not interested in your excuses. Had you told me, I would have seen to it that your outfit was complete. But you didn't tell inc."
"You know what this means, don't you, Blair." It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes, master."
"What does it mean? Tell me, Blair."
"It means that I'm going to be ... punished. Punished, master."
Sick excitement flared in her green eyes. Her lovely face had a twisted expression. Her face burned with a scarlet blush. She was so excited she could hardly speak.
"That's right, Blair-you are going to be punished." He took a key ring out of his pocket and used it to unlock his bottom desk drawer.
It did not contain forms, folders, prospectuses, or office supplies. It contained bondage devices and instruments of correction. The devices rattled and clanked as he laid them out on the desk. The first item he selected was a gag-a most unusual gag.
It was a penis gag. Attached to a band of thick black leather was a short thick dildo. "Open your mouth, Blair."
He bent over and forced the penis gag between her jaws. She shook with excited lust. Her nipples stood straight out, throbbing furiously.
The dildo filled her mouth. He buckled the straps of the gag shut at the back of her neck, first lifting her hair so that it would be free of the straps.
He helped Blair to her feet. He put his hands between her thighs, forcing her to spread them and stand with her feet shoulder-width apart.
He pulled her arms behind her back and tied her hands together. He used a thin but tough plastic-coated cord, the kind often used for clotheslines.
He tied her snugly but not painfully. She was well tied, with the knots located high enough up on her wrists so that she could not reach them with her fingers.
He added to her bondage-and discomfort-by using a second length of rope to bind her elbows together.
Having her arms pulled back and bound in this fashion arched her back, causing her breasts to thrust out farther than ever.
Blair loved bondage-on the receiving side. There was something so comfortable and secure in even the strictest bondage.
Being bound made her feel safe, controlled, dominated. Wilson had made extensive use of it for training purposes on her.
When she was tied, she was controlled, a captive. So, it didn't matter what she did when she was bound, because she could only obey orders.
She squirmed with delight as her master held up the leather harness he was going to fit her into. It was a leather chastity belt.
Blair's pussy quivered. A warm wetness crept inside, oozing from the membranes. She pressed her thighs closed, squeezing them against her pussy lips.
This chastity belt had some added refinements. Inside the crotchpiece was a pair of short thick rubber plugs, one longer than the other.
Wilson opened the large-sized jar of lubricant which he kept down in the drawer with all the other instruments of forbidden sex.
He held two of his fingers together and dipped them into the lubricant. He put that hand between her legs. She gasped as he touched her pussy.
Her labia pulsed as he massaged the oil into them. He spread the pussy lips, exposing her bright pink membranes, which were dripping with juices.
"You hardly need to be greased up." he laughed, "as wet as you are!"
He rubbed some lubricant inside the labia anyway. He ordered Blair to turn around and present her backside to him.
Her ripe buttocks and smooth stockinged legs were pulled taut as she obeyed his command to bend forward from the waist.
He was loose and limber. Hair fell across her reddened face. Her bound arms were lifted. Wilson put his hands on her buttocks and opened them.
Buried deep in the cleft of her smooth ass cheeks was the tiny exquisite rosebud, brown and quivering, of her anus.
Its wrinkled brown folds were shining with grease as he oiled her asshole with the lubricant. She grunted as he stuffed his finger inside her.
He wiggled it around inside her, stretching her membranes. The anal ring seemed reluctant to release his finger when he pulled it out.
The brown folds closed shut into a tiny hole, but not for long. Wilson gripped the chastity belt and dipped both plugs in the jar of lubricant.
He swirled them around, smearing a solid coating of the grease on them.
Blair stood up straight now. Her master buckled the belt's horizontal leather strap was loosely fastened around her slim waist.
He guided the black leather flap of the crotchpiece through her spread legs. The larger of the two plugs was in front.
He pressed the blunt black rubber plug against her pussy lips and pushed it in, inserting it. Blair gasped as she was penetrated.
He turned her around and forced her once more to bend from the waist. His strong fingers clutched her ass cheeks, digging into the soft globes.
He pried them apart, exposing the oily brown eye of her anus. The brown rosebud quivered and contracted as the tip of the second, smaller plug was pressed against it.
The folds expanded and were somewhat smoothed out as the length of the plug was pushed past the anal ring to lodge in her rectum.
Now that Blair was penetrated in both holes, and in the hole of her mouth as well (by the penis gag), the chastity belt was secure.
Her legs were taut and trembling as she stood up straight. An expression of intense, conflicting emotions-pain and pleasure-showed on her face.
Wilson fastened the strap of the leather crotchpiece to the appropriate D-ring at the rear of the horizontal belt girdling her waist.
Blair gasped, tautened, and rose on tiptoes as he pulled the straps of the belt tight, forcing the twin plugs deeper into her.
A tiny padlock held the entire apparatus in place. Wilson attached it. He kept the key on his personal possession.
He sat Blair down in his chair, behind his desk. She fidgeted more than ever now, and her hard nipples were as dark as rubies.
Wilson cleaned the lubricant's grease off his hands, then bound Blair to his chair. He took his time, tying her securely.
Ropes circled her upper body, binding it to the back of the chair. The ropes dug into her soft bosom flesh.
Wilson tied her so that her stiff nipples were caught between two strands of rope, so that they would be continually chafed and irritated.
Her feet were tied together, strands of rope wrapped around her stockinged, pinched ankles. He finished the last knot and stood up.
He was satisfied that she would be unable to free herself in his absence.
Already the constant pressure of the twin plugs inside her forced Blair to squirm and shift weight on the seat as best she could.
Since she was so well secured, there was not much room for her to move in. The small moves she could make rubbed the ropes against her nipples.
Wilson touched his fingertip to a nipple. It was dark red, stiff. It throbbed at his touch. It was so sensitive that Blair gasped from the contact.
Wilson casually flicked the nipple, as though he was brushing an insect away. His finger snapped against her nipple.
Sharp shooting pains rushed through her sensitized breast. She felt the severe tinglings all the way down inside her pussy.
When she stopped gasping, she looked up at her master with love, not hate. This was what she wanted-what she craved but could hardly admit to herself.
Wilson shot his cuff, exposing the precision Swiss watch whose band of solid gold circled his thick wrist.
"All this work makes a man get a real appetite, Blair. I'm going outside to get some dinner. I'll be back in no more than an hour."
Blair stirred with alarm. He had left her alone in heavier bondage than this, but not for such a long amount of time.
"When I return, Blair, I'm going to whip that naughty little bottom of yours until you scream for mercy-but there won't be any mercy."
"When I'm done punishing you, I'm going to fuck you-to use you like the little harlot you are. While I'm gone, you can think about what I'm going to do to you."
He checked his clothing to make sure that all buttons were properly in place for a venture into the street.
"Oh, yes-I almost forgot One thing more." He took a sleek black scarf from the bottom drawer.
He covered her eyes with it. He knotted the blindfold at the back of her head.
Blair sat in place, her posture as rigid as her heavy bondage could make it. Her breasts shook as she breathed in quick panting gasps.
"One hour, Blair. Sixty minutes before I return. You can count them while I'm gone." He crossed his office to the locked door.
He took one last long look at the bound beauty who whimpered in restraint behind his desk-in restraint outside her body and in it.
It amused him, this conjunction of two worlds-his workaday business world, as typified by this sleekly modern office, and the world of bondage, discipline, and sado-masochistic delights, as typified by his lovely slave, Blair.
He switched off the overhead lights, throwing the room into a deep darkness which was broken only by the city lights which shone through the curtained windows.
He closed the door, locking it. Not that he had anything to worry about. He and Blair were the only ones in this department to stay after hours.
The workers would not arrive again until tomorrow morning. Wilson shrugged on his top coat, exited the suite of offices, and went down the hall to the elevator.
He rode down to the lobby. The night man on duty waved so-long to him, but Wilson told him he was going out for a bite to eat, and would return.
It was raining outside, cold and nasty. He swore under his breath and pulled his collar up as he darted out into the sidewalk. :
Taxis rolled swiftly down the avenue on the rainy streets.
Wilson spotted a cab with an ON-DUTY sign at the same time that he saw an elderly but fiercely determined lady eyeing the cab.
He was determined to flag down the taxi first. He raced out into the street. He slipped on an oily patch, his feet flying out from under him.
Terror pierced him as the cab rushed for him. Its horn was a crazed blare as the driver leaned on it. Wilson scrambled to his feet.
He looked this way and that. The cabbie slammed on the brakes. The cab skidded on the wet road, out of control.
Wilson almost made it to the sidewalk when the cab's front bumper struck him. He was sent flying across the sidewalk.
His leg was broken, but he was unable to feel the pain, since he struck the back of his head and was knocked out cold.
A crowd gathered, an ambulance was summoned. The inert, unconscious executive was loaded briskly on a stretcher and rushed to the hospital.
Blair remained in the dark.
The first faint misgivings of apprehension stirred through her when she estimated that over an hour had passed since Wilson left the office.
She had no way of knowing that an accident had overtaken him. She had no way of really knowing for sure how much time had passed.
She was in discomfort, yes, but it was erotic discomfort which was sweetened by the fact that it was her master who had inflicted it on her.
Still, time flew by, and he did not appear. At last Blair was forced to ask herself if the unthinkable had happened, and something had delayed him.
She knew her master to be a religiously punctual man. If Wilson said he would return in an hour, then he would surely have arrived by now. :
Blair estimated as roughly as she could that close to two hours had passed. She was suffering from the prolonged effects of her bondage.
Her nipples ached from the constant irritation. Even if she was released right now, her nipples would most likely be sore for a few days. :
Her pussy throbbed. No matter how she moved, it was difficult to relieve the steady pressure from the twin plugs in her pussy and rectum.
Blair yearned for the incredible ecstasy which always accompanied being freed from strict bondage. Where was her master?
If he had been unavoidably delayed, due to poor service in the restaurant, or a traffic jam, he still would have arrived by now.
A good deal more time passed before Blair realized that she was going to have to take steps to free herself.
Wilson would never have left her alone this long, not even to test her.
How to get free? That was the problem.
Wilson was skilled in bondage-she would have to exert her strength and ingenuity to free herself from these bonds.
It seemed like a hopeless task. But even assuming that Wilson did not return-God forbid-Blair figured she could free herself eventually.
After all, she had all night in which to free herself-hours and hours of time.
Suddenly she heard a commotion in the outer offices.
CHAPTER TWO
Marty Malatesta was a smart operator.
He was such a smart operator that he had recently finished doing three years of a 3-to-5 year sentence in the state pen.
But that wasn't Marty's fault. It was just bad luck. How was he supposed to know that the John he had tried to pimp his sixteen year old whore to was an undercover man? He hadn't known-and went to jail accordingly.
He was out now, but things weren't rosy. He had a lot of schemes, a lot of big deals cooking, but they just didn't seem to get off the ground.
In the meantime, while he was waiting for that solid score to come through, he had to pay the rent and keep himself fed.
His cousin, Angie-short for Angelo-had wangled a job for Marty on the cleaning crew that worked in the building late at night.
Marty and Angie were going about their rounds as they always did. Marty was a guy who looked like a middle aged butcher from the Bronx.
He wore a gray uniform of a work shirt and pants, with beat-up utility shoes. Angie was similarly dressed. He was about eight years younger than Marty.
Angie took out his master key and opened the main door to a suite of offices. He and Marty were ranging through the building, cleaning as they went.
Angie's master key unlocked any door in the place. He held the doors open while Marty, huffing and puffing, wheeled in the industrial-size vacuum cleaner.
Marty looked glum. He was allergic to hard work.
Marty filled a cup from the water fountain and sat sipping it while Angie went around the office, turning on lights and stacking chairs. "Hey, Marty-did you hear something?"
"Naw."
Angie listened for a moment, but the sound he had heard failed to repeat itself. Shrugging at last, he opened the door to Wilson's office with his master key.
"HOLY JEEZE!"
Marty hurried over. It was hard to get much of a reaction out of the normally stoic Angie, so whatever he saw must be a real pip.
Angie stood in the doorframe. He looked petrified, like he had been struck by lightning. His jaw was hanging and his mouth gaped open.
Marty figured there must be some kind of goddam mess in there. He looked over Angie's shoulder to see what it was.
That's when he saw Blair.
That lovely young miss was in a state of total agitation. Bound, gagged, with her eyes blindfolded in darkness, she was fearful.
Blair knew she was not alone. Her hearing had become acutely sharp during the hours her eyes were covered. And she knew it was not Wilson.
Her blindfolded head jerked from side to side. Her body, covered with sweat from her futile efforts to escape, was quivering, shaking.
So was Marty. From what he could see of the female bound behind the desk, she was a luscious beauty, a classy kind of an uptown dame.
Wheels started turning in Marty's mind-the mind of a smart operator.
Angie was stupefied. He was frozen in position. Marty had to pry Angie's fingers off the doorframe before he could push past him and enter the office.
Marty went toward the girl. Angie lingered in the doorway. Marty walked around the desk, approaching Blair from the side.
Blair's head jerked this way and that as she tried to follow the movements of the intruder. Her lovely body was rigid with fear.
Blair was crushed. Total panic overwhelmed her mind. She felt as though she was being punished for the many hours of deliciously deviant sex she had enjoyed with Wilson. The Fates at last had caught up with her.
Her job here was all over, of course. She could never face any of her co-workers again. This story would power the gossip mills for months.
Marty halted when he was quite close to her. He had worked in the flesh trade, so he was far from taken aback or surprised at her bound condition.
His shrewd practiced eyes noticed the fine details-the leather gag, the harness of the chastity belt, the fact that Blair wore a garter belt and stockings, while almost all girls her age usually favored practical pantyhose.
Movement behind him caused Marty to turn his head. Angie had entered the room, his eyes wider than ever as he stared at Blair.
His mouth still hung open in shocked astonishment. For some reason, that irritated Marty. "You're catching flies, Angie."
"Huh?"
Marty put his hand on Angie's face and pushed his jaws shut. "That's better."
Blair writhed as she heard the conversation.
She did not know Marty or Angie, of course. White collar female office workers generally don't get to know the service personnel and custodial staff.
From the sound of their voices, she knew that they were not likely to be personal friends of Wilson's, friends he might have arranged this with to add to her torment.
"Jeeze, Marty, what the hell happened here?!" Angie whispered like he was in a library. "There must have been a robbery or something!"
"I don't think so, Ang. I figure this little cupcake was playing some pretty fancy games with some cockhound executive."
"You're kidding! Hey, we better call the law, huh?"
Marty sighed heavily at his cousin's lack of vision and smarts. "No, we ain't gonna call the law, you-" Diplomatically he held back the insult.
"I guess we better untie her, huh, Marty?"
Angie started toward Blair, licking his lips. Marty grabbed his cousin by the shoulder, stopping him. "Just a second, Angie ... "
Angie stared into Marty's face. Marty began, "Let's not rush into things, okay? I mean, this is kind of a heaven-sent opportunity, if you know what I mean."
Angie didn't know what Marty meant. Marty took his cousin to a corner of the office and whispered what he had in mind.
Angle was scared at first. "Marty, we'll never get away with it!"
"The hell we won't! Look, that cutie wasn't robbed, you jerk-her boyfriend must've left her like that, figuring to come back later."
Marty realized that he better get moving if that was the case. "You better believe this honey ain't gonna raise a fuss, no matter what we do!"
Angie was about as bright as a sixty-watt bulb-that is, dim-but Marty was glad of that, because it made his cousin easily molded and led.
Marty, the streetwise ex-con, saw his cousin's resistance weakening. He added the clincher, the big argument which would cinch his case.
"Take a look at her, Angie--how long since you've had a piece like that? Nice firm tits, great legs-and the face of an angel!"
"All right, I'll do it!" Angie looked around desperately. "Only you got to show me what do to do, Marty-I never done nothing like this!"
"There ain't nothing to it, Angie. It's easy as falling off a log. Besides, I already got everything figured out. Leave it to me."
Outside the suite of offices, in the wall, were a number of fifty-gallon trash cans on wheels. One of them was almost empty.
Marty hustled the empty can into the private office. He took a penknife out of his pocket and cut loose some of Blair's bonds.
Her nipples were red and hard. Marty figured they must really be sore. He put his hand on Blair's breast and pinched the nipple.
It turned white from the pinch. She gasped, writhing in the chair. Angie stood to one side, watching the scene with bulging eyes.
Marty had something that was bulging, too-his cock. It stood stiff and straight and tall inside the crotch of his trousers.
He cut open the strands of rope which held Blair to the chair. The severed ropes fell to the floor. He said, "Gimme a hand, Angie. Don't just stand around playing pocket pool." Angie shook himself out of his stupor.
Even with the blindfold covering her eyes, and the thick leather band of the gag covering her face, Marty saw that Blair was beautiful.
He wanted her. He wanted to violate her-to throw her on the desktop and take her, to fuck her in every hole she had.
But if there was thing he had learned behind stone prison walls, it was patience.
Besides, why settle for a quick fuck which could be interrupted at any second by the return of her boyfriend, when he could take her and enjoy her at his leisure.
Such was his thinking. "Take hold of her legs, Angie." Marty moved his head close to Blair's, and put his mouth next to her shell-like ear.
Blair squirmed when his hot breath tickled his ear. But her blood ran cold when she heard what Marty was whispering to her in his thick, lusting voice.
He said, "Don't get yourself excited, cutie-pie. You're just going for a little ride, that's all. So keep nice and warm for poppa."
"Okay, Angie, lift away!" Marty hooked his hands under the bound girl's arms. Together he and Angie lifted Blair out of her chair.
Marty was tantalized by the complicated bondage harness/chastity belt she was locked into. Later there would be time to examine it, and her, closely.
They lowered Blair into the well of the oversized trash can. Blair groaned from the fresh new pains which accompanied her movements.
She was forced into a fetal position in the trash can, like a baby waiting to be born, with her long legs folded and her head touching her knees.
"Now, just sit tight." Marty patted the top of her head, his gesture similar to the one which Wilson had used so many eternities ago.
Blair begged and pleaded for release. Even if the gag had not reduced all her words to meaningless nonsense, Marty would never have released her.
He looked around the office, spying her clothes stacked on a chair. He took them and dumped them in the trash can, on top of her head.
He picked up all signs of their presence, including the severed ropes on the floor. His moves were swift, sure, practiced.
"What-what are we gonna do now, Marty?"
"I'm gonna go load her in the van," he said. "You're gonna go around and finish cleaning up this office, like we're supposed to."
He convinced Angie that their best protection was to act naturally, and have no deviation from their usual routine.
"We got to cover our ass, Angie. That's the name of the game. The faster you get done cleaning, the faster we'll be able to go and have some fun."
Marty briefed Angie once more on what do to. Then, with Blair in bondage inside it, he wheeled the can out of the office and down the hall.
He took the elevator down to the basement. The building was empty except for some security guys and some maintenance staff.
Down in the basement the sound of boilers and heaters covered the moaning which came from inside the can. Marty wheeled it through the dim corridors.
An exit door opened up on to a private driveway. Angie's car was parked there. Marty used Angie's key to unlock the trunk.
There was nobody in sight. Marty reached into the can and pulled out the girl so that she stood in the can on her bound feet.
His senses tingled as he saw her golden hair, white skin, red nipples. Quickly he covered her pale white form with a filthy old blanket from the trunk.
He loaded her into the trunk. He wanted to touch her all over, but he contented himself with a quick feel of her naked ass.
Blair's terrified face looked up at him out of the car trunk where she was curled up. Shadow covered her face as Marty closed the lid.
"See you later, doll."
He waited in the car for Angie to finish up. He was not idle in that time. He worked out all the angles of how he would handle this.
It was nice to just sit in the car. He tingled with a warm rosy glow of anticipation as he made his plans for tonight.
It seemed like forever, but it was only an hour or so until Angie emerged from the side exit of the towering office building.
Angie was shaking so badly-from excitement, lust, or fear (probably all three) so Marty drove the car.
It was a wild kick to drive through the city streets in Angie's beat-up hunk-of-junk car, knowing that locked back in the trunk was a beautiful girl.
Angie's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he stared in astonishment at Marty when that wild man parked in front of an all-night grocery.
He told Angie to pick them up a case of beer. Angie said Marty was nuts-they shouldn't stop until the girl was safely unloaded.
Marty was stubborn. He wouldn't budge until Angie got the beer. "And get some of that good imported stuff, instead of the usual suds. This is a big night, so we got to celebrate it right!"
Presently a case of the brew sat on the floor of the car. Marty drove cross-town and took the bridge across the river to the next borough.
They went to Marty's place. It was perfect. He lived in a basement apartment, a real dump, but one with a lot of privacy.
They parked in the gravel lot in back of the tenement. They got out of the car. Marty unlocked all the doors they would have to go through in advance, so he wouldn't have to fumble with his keys while he had an armload of girl.
They unlocked the trunk. Blair's face was white, haggard with stark fear.
Marty and Angie wrapped her in the blanket, covering her pale white flesh as best they could. Nervously Angie tugged the blanket's edges down.
They lifted their beautiful bound bundle and carried Blair across the yard, through the open door, down a short flight of stone stairs.
Here in the basement steam pipes looped across the low ceiling. There were few lights. They carried Blair to Marty's little room.
It wasn't much of a room, but it suited his needs. There was a black-and-white TV, a mattress on a broken box spring (no bed frame), a fridge, stove, sink, and a small bathroom barely larger than a closet.
They set Blair down on the mattress. "Go get the beer and lock up everything, Angie. I'll take care of things down here."
Angie scurried out of the room. Marty sat down on the mattress and peeled back the flaps of the blanket. He felt like a kid again, a kid on Christmas morning unwrapping the best present he had ever gotten in his life.
"Hiya, sweetheart."
Blair shut her stunned eyes against the sudden light which assaulted them when the blindfold was removed. It took a moment for them to focus.
The first thing she saw was Marty leering down at her. Fear contorted her face. Her flesh crawled from the squalid hole she was in.
Marty said, "This is my place. It ain't much, but I call it home. Hey, you don't look too happy in all them ropes and whatnot, little girl."
"I'm Marty. You're gonna be my guest for a while. We're gonna be good friends, hey? But we better get a few things straight."
"I'm a nice guy, but I don't take no crap. You try to pull a fast one on me, I'll make you regret it. On the other hand, you treat me nice and, well, I'm a real pussycat. Let's get that gag off you."
He rolled Blair on her side. He saw her long elegant back, her thin waist, her rounded buttocks jiggling over her stocking tops.
He unbuckled the leather gag. "Whoever your boyfriend was, he sure left you high and dry, huh? Lucky for me-yeah, and for you, too."
Before he pulled the gag out of her mouth, he warned her not to try and scream for help. "All it will get you is a beating."
He laughed when he pulled the gag out of her mouth and saw the small dildo on its inside. Saliva coated it thickly, dripping from it.
It delighted him. "Wow, you're a pretty kinky chick!"
Blair worked her tongue in her mouth. It felt paralyzed, and her jaws ached terribly from her having been gagged so long.
When she thought she could form words, she filled her lungs and prepared to scream.
Marty saw it coming from a mile off. He laughed as he clapped his hand over her mouth. "Don't be stupid, okay? You be a good girl, or you're gonna get spanked."
He swatted her behind to add weight to his words. Her bottom cheek rippled from the stinging smack. Marty squeezed her buttock.
"Let's start over. My name's Marty. Who are you, cupcake?"
"B-Blair."
"Is that your first name, or your last?"
"My first." Blair's green eyes were surrounded by her white eyeballs.
"Who rigged you up like this, Blair? Hey, honey, you don't got to be coy with me. I ain't no square, I know the score. Who done it? Your boyfriend?"
Under his prompting, Blair explained in a few sentences how she had wound up in the predicament in which he had found her.
"Well, whoever done it was a damned fool, Blair. Me, I wouldn't leave a doll like you untended." He rested his hairy hand on her thigh.
She appealed, "Won't you-won't you let me go?"
"What's the rush? The party ain't even gotten started yet! We got to get to know each other a lot better, Blair."
"I have money-"
"I like a buck as well as the next guy-better, maybe-but money ain't everything in this world." He stroked her inner thighs.
At this point, Angie returned, carrying the case of beer. He slammed the door shut and locked and bolted it. He was sweatily excited.
"That's my cousin, Angie. Angie, this here is Blair."
"Hiya, Blair, how you doing?"
"Hello," Blair whispered softly.
"Load them beers in the fridge, Angie - but toss me one of 'em first." There was a popping sound as Marty lifted the beer can tab, snapping open the top.
Marty guzzled the contents of the can in a matter of seconds, forcing Angie to toss him another one. He swallowed half of that.
"You must be pretty thirsty, Blair. Here, have a drink."
"No, thank you, but I don't drink beer-"
"Aw, come on, don't be a spoilsport." Marty lifted her to a sitting position and held her upright as he raised the can to her lips.
Blair's mouth was bone-dry. She opened her mouth and tilted her head back. Marty lifted the can and poured beer down her throat.
His palm was sweaty where it rested on the smooth flesh of her bare back. Some amber beer spilled on Blair's chin, making it shine.
Blair winced. "Could you please take these ropes off me? They hurt so much!"
"Sure, glad to oblige you." Marty picked open the knots which bound her elbows together. Blair groaned from new pains.
He untied her hands. Her slim wrists were red and chafed from the efforts she had made, in vain, to free herself from bondage.
Marty wasted no time in untying her feet. He sure as hell didn't want those long and luscious legs tied closed, so that they couldn't be opened and spread.
Angie sat on the other side of the mattress, watching Blair over the rim of the beer can which he constantly raised to his mouth.
Marty grinned as he ran his short stubby fingers across the thick black leather crotchpiece of the chastity belt.
"This here is a pretty fancy rig, Blair. You go for that kinky stuff, huh?"
Blair's only answer was a furious blush which crimsoned her face.
"Well, this thing has got to come off, too," Marty said, "and fast!"
Blair said softly. "It's locked ... "
"That ain't nothing," Marty said. "I got me a hacksaw to do the job. Hey, Angie, hand me that toolbox, will ya?"
Marty went to work. It took only a few minutes for the hacksaw blade to cut through the tiny padlock which held the leather straps of the chastity belt secured.
He threw the severed remains of the lock away. Blair gasped, her face turning white when he suddenly tried to yank off the Belt.
He realized that the reason it wouldn't come off so easily was because part of it was still inside her. Marty had a passing acquaintance with such things.
Blair stood on shaking legs. Marty's grin split his broad seamed face when he saw his guesses about the special nature of the belt were correct.
"Take a look at this, Angie-this doll's plugged fore and aft!"
"Holy jeeze!" Angie tightened his grip on the beer can.
Blair groaned as Marty pried open her ass cheeks and fumbled the butt plug out of her sore and throbbing rosebud.
Marty kept on pulling the crotchpiece through her stockinged legs, so that the dildo also slipped out of the pussy where it had resided for so long.
Looking at the double plugs of the belt, he said to Blair, "I got something much, much better to put inside you than these, honey-and so does Angie!"
CHAPTER THREE
They stripped Blair stark naked. Her garter belt and her stockings were torn, soiled, and frayed. "You look better naked," Marty told Blair.
Blair sat on the mattress with her legs crossed and her back against the wall. Things could have been much worse, she supposed.
She would have hated to be discovered in heavy bondage in Wilson's office by one of the straight-arrow security guards.
It would have been ten thousand times worse if she had not been able to get free at all, and had been found the next morning by the office staff.
Since Mrs. Pritchet, Wilson's old-maid secretary, arrived before her boss and opened his office, she most likely would have found Blair.
As for Marty and Angie, well, they weren't hard to figure out. There was no doubt in Blair's mind as to what they wanted.
The throbbing pain in her anus and her pussy continued, but it was not so sharp as it had been while she was penetrated by the double plugs.
Blair sat with her hands in her lap, shielding her bush and pussy as best she could. Guardedly she watched the two burly men.
"Here, have another beer," Angie offered.
Blair took it. The stuff wasn't so bad as she had thought. It was a good thirst quencher-very refreshing. It made her all warm inside.
Marty stood up heavily. He sat on an overturned milk carton. His thick fingers plucked open the buttons of his work shirt.
He was a big man. He had a bull neck, broad shoulders, thick arms, a barrel chest, and a wide sloping gut which spread over the top of his pants.
He was covered with a thick matting of black curly hair. Just like an animal, Blair thought to herself. That thought stimulated her.
She looked around. It was a small room. Pipes and conduits covered most of the ceiling. White paint flecked off the dingy concrete walls.
Marty sat down and took off his shoes and socks. He unbuckled his pants and opened the top of them. He squeezed his crotch.
"Just getting comfortable," he grunted. "After all, this is a party!"
He pulled down his pants. He had wide haunches, thick thighs. Hair covered his flesh. He wore boxer shorts with red diamond patterns on them.
Blair lowered her gaze shyly, but not before she caught a glimpse of his thick and dangling member through the opening of his shorts.
Angie was excited. He summoned up his courage and put Ins hand on her thigh.
A sense of sick excitement twisted inside Blair. It was matched by the anger she felt at Wilson for abandoning her. He certainly wasn't a good master.
Marty's cock doubled its length in quick, spasmodic jerks. There weren't any women inside prison, and he had a lot of lost time to make up for.
His penis rose inside his shorts, thrusting the fabric of them outwards and upwards as it stiffened into a furiously hard erection.
Blair lifted an eyebrow. Judging from what she saw through the big bulge in his shorts, Marty was packing a sizable slab of meat.
"I think it's time we, uh, got to know each other better, Blair."
She did not look up. She said softly, "I'm not a whore, you know."
Not yet, you're not, Marty thought, but you will be when I get through with you. But he kept his thoughts to himself.
"I know you ain't no whore, Blair. You're a real classy chick. But seeing as how Angie and me rescued you, I figure we're entitled to some kind of reward."
Blair squirmed. She was shaking with excitement. She wondered if this was how a real whore felt in that moment when the stranger takes off his clothes and joins her on the bed. Her bizarre thrill puzzled yet stimulated her.
By her standards of beauty, Marty was far from appealing. He was a working stiff, a blue collar kind of a guy who never wasted a second of his life worrying about whether or not he was in fashion or had good taste.
But he was a man-a real man. The polished executives she knew, sleekly handsome males with heavy neurosis, seemed to be a different species.
Blair said, still looking down, "You've got me here all alone. There's two of you, and I really can't stop you from doing anything you want to do to me."
Marty reached out, his massive hand circling one of her slim ankles. As he tightened his grip she felt the power of his muscles.
There was quite a powerful muscle bulging in the crotch of his shorts.
Marty pulled her down so that she lay on her back on the bed. Her nipples were still painfully sensitive and sore, but not as bad as before.
Blair lay on her back, looking up at the pipes running across the ceiling. She closed her eyes when Marty sat down on the mattress.
"You're one hell of a good looking girl, Blair."
Marty started touching her all over. The seamed palms of his big hands felt like leather as they rubbed her soft warm masses of flesh.
He rubbed and patted her smooth inner thighs. He put his hand between them so he could spread them wider apart.
Blair lay there limply. Let them do what they wanted to her.
A second pair of hands explored her young firm body. Angie was fondling her breasts, squeezing and kneading the small pert hillocks.
Angie started slowly, almost shyly at first, but became more demanding as his natural instincts took over.
As he rubbed and squeezed the breasts, and the pink nipples puckered, stiffened, and became erect, Angie thought of his own wife, sleeping at home, with her hair done up in curlers, cold cream on her fat face, her breasts sagging, her belly thick, her pussy stretched from having too many kids too soon.
He then looked down at this slim and hot-bodied beauty with her stunning face, her firm breasts, and her long white legs.
"Jeeze, Marty, man, this is really something!" he said happily.
"Yeah...." Marty touched Blair's pussy. She tightened up. "Just relax, I ain't gonna hurt you none," he said in soothing tones.
He wrapped one hand on her rounded hip and held her down on the mattress. He was between her long spread legs, so she couldn't close them.
Her pussy was exquisite. The delicate pink labia quivered as his short thick fingers stroked them, gliding over them.
Blair moaned softly when his probing fingers rubbed her clitoris.
Marty pulled off his shorts. His stiff cock jutted out from his hips, a rod of flesh with a thick shaft and a swollen bullet shaped head.
He reached for Blair so he could climb on top of her. Angie said, "Hey, wait a minute, Marty, what about me?"
"What about you? You can go after I get done. Hold your horses."
"Why don't I get to go first?! Hell, it was me that found her!"
"Sure-you wanted to let her go! This was my idea--" Marty stopped as an idea came to him as to how both parties could be satisfied.
"Okay, Angie, calm down. There ain't no need to get upset, not when both of us can have her at the same time." Marty explained his idea.
Angie went along-it sounded good. Marty slapped Blair's thigh. "Okay, darling, turn over and get on your hands and knees."
"No." Blair lay there. "You'll have to make me do it."
"You think that I won't?! I'll beat that cute little ass of yours black and blue!"
"I don't think that you're man enough," Blair challenged.
Marty grinned. "Sure, you're the girl who likes to play games, that's right. Well, I kind of like 'em myself-but maybe you won't when I'm done!"
"You guys talk a good game, but-" Blair's comment was cut off as Marty flipped her over on her belly and started smacking her ass.
He held Blair pressed down into the mattress. Her long legs thrashed as she kicked furiously. Marty walloped her squirming buttocks with his open hand.
It made him feel good. Blair was red-faced and struggling. She gasped and groaned as his hitting hand struck her buttocks again and again.
He was a strong man and each spank sounded like a pistol shot as it cracked down on her jiggling buttocks. "Hold her down, Ang!"
Angie, red-faced with excitement, put his hands on her slim shoulders and held her down on the bed. Blair buried her face in her arms and sobbed.
Marty spanked her until his hand hurt. If his hand felt that sore, he could imagine how much more sore her ass must be.
It showed it. Twin spots of rich red color glowed in the centers of of her twitching buttocks. Her ass cheeks were warm to the touch.
Blair lay there, exhausted from the sudden violence which she had deliberately provoked. She had gotten some of what she wanted.
Marty demanded, "You ready to play ball now, doll?"
Angie let Blair up from the mattress so she could speak. Her face was red from the struggle. Tear tracks shone on it.
Whimpering softly, she rubbed the tears from her eyes. "You hurt me!"
"Bad girls get spanked. Now, was that enough, or do I have to get rough?"
For an answer, Blair silently (except for her tearful whimpering and heavy sighs) got on her hands and knees on the bed.
Her bottom hurt when she moved, but all the same, she wiggled it invitingly from side to side. Marty said, "Ang, we got us a hot one here!"
His cock was hot, too. Manhandling the girl had excited him with the spicy sweetness of forceful sexual domination. It was just what this little vixen needed.
He got on the bed behind her, on his knees. "Go on, get yourself some, Ang."
Angie pulled down his pants and his shorts, which fell around his ankles.
His cock wasn't as impressive as Marty's, but he had nothing to be ashamed of. He handled his thickening member as he moved into place.
Blair was positioned so that her head was at the bed's edge. Angie shuffled to her, his trousers and shorts hobbling his ankles.
His thick cock bobbed as he moved. He stood facing the girl, his jutting cock only inches from her puckered, moist lips.
Blair gasped as Marty handled her red ass, pinching it, pulling it, kneading the cheeks, spreading them to expose her quivering anus.
Below the moons of her buttocks, her pussy lips quivered as Marty fondled them roughly. They split and spread as he fingered her.
She was dripping wet inside, a fact which did not escape Marty. Clearly here was a girl who was sexually turned on by spankings, humiliation, domination.
He gripped his cock head and massaged it against her smooth warm thighs. He poked the pussy lips with it before guiding it between them.
There was no need for lubricant. The thick juices oozing from her sleek wet pussy were lubricant enough. He pulled her to him.
His cock head wedged inside her pussy, the membranes stretching to accommodate the fleshy invader which was so hard, so stiff, so thick.
An intense expression flashed over Blair's face as the cock entered her. Marty grunted and groaned as he stuffed the cock head inside her.
Blair thrust her rounded buttocks back, impaling herself on the rod. Now that he was safely inside her, he wrapped his hands around her lean hips.
He thrust his cock slowly inside her, savoring the sexual friction as it glided over her pearly membranes.
Marty looked up. "What you waiting for, Angie? Fuck her in the mouth!"
"Yeah!" Angie was still unable to get over the fabulous turn of good luck which had more or less thrown this wild beauty in his and Marty's arms.
Blair wanted it. Her glazed eyes looked up challengingly, hungrily, at his cock. She tantalizingly ran her pink tongue over her lips.
Angie gripped his cock. The rod throbbed against his fingers as he guided it to her mouth, which Blair opened wide to receive it.
She wrapped her wet puckered lips around his cock, just below the rim of the swollen cock head. She slurped and sucked.
Angie's face was red and swollen, like his cock. His eyes bulged as they stared in disbelief at the young and naked girl taking him in her mouth.
He had never gotten up the nerve in fourteen years of married life to timidly ask his wife to do such a thing-but Blair did it like a professional.
He wrapped his sweating hands around her cheeks, holding her head in place. His buttocks tightened as he thrust his cock deeper.
From behind, Marty plowed her pussy with his hard hot cock, thrusting it in and out, working it, shoving it, rocking back and forth.
His spreading belly nudged her smooth ass cheeks. He reached around her, under her, so he could play with her breasts.
The small pert breasts with their stiff nipples were handles of flesh. He gripped one, kneading it like a lump of putty.
Angie worked his cock back and forth in her mouth. Blair bobbed her head, working the smooth insides of her lips on his heated cock flesh.
She was able to take his rod deep in her throat-Wilson had demanded that she sharpen her oral skills to perfection.
Her twitching tongue wrapped around the underside of his shaft, caressing it as Angie plunged it back and forth, always leaving his cock head in her mouth.
Angie came first. He wasn't used to these kinds of sexual riches.
Blair did not have to be told to swallow his come. She did it automatically.
She toyed with the idea of pulling her head away, just before he came, but she decided against it-there was no point in pushing these guys too far.
Angie's cock twitched and jerked. He cried out from the force of his orgasm.
Semen spurted from his cock, rising up the red column of flesh like hot lava. Angie wailed like he was melting away as he came.
Her mouth was hot and wet, clamped around his cock, milking it. Come splashed on the soft tissues at the back of her throat.
Blair gulped it down, the semen sliding down her swallowing gullet.
Marty slowed down while Angie came. When he saw that Angie had been wrung out and left to dry by his orgasm, he picked up the pace.
Angie sighed heavily. His glazed eyes were heavy-lidded, his mouth lolled slackly open as he guided his red, semi-erect cock out of her mouth.
Strands of semen spilled on her chin-Blair licked them up.
Marty went to work. His hands gripped her hips tightly now. His cock pumped in and out of her pussy. Blair changed position.
She turned her head to one side and rested it and her upper body flat on the sweat-soaked mattress, while her ass was raised high.
Sweat streamed down Marty's face. Blair's reddened buttocks rippled as his hips slammed them with each hard-driving thrust of his cock.
She moaned, squealed, shivered. He felt her tight pussy-the tightest he had fucked in years-clamping down on his thick firm rod.
He was going to come soon. He started spanking her ass wildly as he shoved his throbbing cock into her again and again.
The spanks sounded loud in the small room.
Blair moaned when his heavy hand fell on her soft bottom flesh. Her passion increased.
Her face was contorted with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her eyes were slits in a sweating red face, her mouth was open, gasping.
Marty hit her so hard she shrieked, then he drove his cock as deep as it would go, so that its swollen head bumped the mouth of her womb.
His penis was holstered in her pussy. There was a prolonged second, silent and motionless, while his cock twitched against her membranes.
He slammed his hand down on her red ass. There was a cracking sound of flesh striking flesh. It was the final stimulus which pushed Blair over the edge.
She came-heavily. She was as loose and limber as a white snake, twisting and thrashing in agonized ecstasy with his cock inside her.
Marty came like a cannon. He felt like his guts were being turned inside-out by the force of it. His cock spurted and shot.
Come gushed thickly from it, pumping out of his molten member, filling her pussy. The thick fluid soaked into her heated membranes, cooling them. Blair went rigid from muscular tension, then limp as the convulsions passed.
Later, after they had all rested, Angie took his turn fucking her pussy.
Blair was very docile, like a good girl should be. She rolled on her back and spread her legs, opening them for Angie.
Eagerly he climbed on top of her. She reached up for him, draping her slender white arms across his broad, muscular back.
Her pussy was wet with Marty's come, but that didn't bother Angie. What the hell, they were cousins. Blair was about ten times tighter in. her young pussy tnan his wife was. Angie fucked her with wild enthusiasm.
It was close to dawn when the party broke up. Blair, drained, exhausted, and satisfied, lay curled on Marty's bed with her eyes closed.
Angie had to go home to the wife, but he would soon return. He pulled on his clothes, feeling better than he had felt for fourteen years.
Blair roused herself from her lazy slumber to kiss him. Considering what she had had in her mouth that night, Angie kissed her forehead, cheeks, and nipples.
Angie let himself out, leaving Marty alone with Blair.
She crawled on the bed and rested her head in his lap. His red cock tingled when her sweet warm breath played over it.
"You're my master now," Blair said.
"Damn right." Marty squeezed her hip. "In a couple hours, you'll call that office and tell 'em you're sick and won't be able to work for a few days. I'm going to break you in right, the way it ought to be done."
"Yes, master." Blair sighed happily, then wrapped her lips around his cock head.
As she licked and slurped on his hardening cock, Marty thought of his plans for her. He knew plenty of guys who would pay big dough for a piece of ass like Blair.
With this young, beautiful slave girl at his command, everything was coming up roses for Marty Malatesta.
It was dawn. Blair lay curled on her side, sleeping fitfully.
Her lips were puffy from all the oral sex she had performed. There were sticky smears of dried semen on her carefully chiseled chin.
She was untied. Her head rested on her outstretched arm. Her hip was nestled into the mattress, and her long luscious legs were curled.
Her bottom still glowed pink where the spanking's hot traces marked her flesh. Marty glowed when he remembered that spanking.
Blair's soft white breasts were marked with a few little, angry red love bites, where Marty and Angie, carried away, sank their teeth in her.
For now, her nipples had softened to flat buttons. Her dark pubic bush was damp with sweat. Semen shone on her pussy lips and thighs.
Marty wasn't going to let this beauty get away, no sir.
He examined the bondage devices which she had been outfitted with when he brought her to his basement home. He looked at the gag first.
A grin split his face as he peered at the dildo fastened on the inside of the gag. Whoever came up with this device sure had the right idea.
The chastity belt was going to be useful, too. He had only destroyed the tiny padlock which secured the harness-the rest of the device was solidly intact.
Marty silently thanked Blair's former master, whoever he was, for providing him with such an exquisite package-she had come gift-wrapped, too!
Blair stirred but did not waken when he pulled his tool box out from under the sink. There were plenty of locks and chains in it.
Marty went to work. He took a length of thick chain, about five feet long.
He wrapped one end of the chain around the metal frame of his bed, and used a padlock to secure the chain links together.
Next, he took the other end of the chain and wrapped it around Blair's right ankle.
An old combination lock, slipped through the chain links, held the chain tightly and snugly, but not cuttingly, against her flesh.
Blair opened her eyes while he chained her. She saw what he was doing. He looked back at her, neither of them saying a word.
Marty clicked the lock into place. Blair closed her eyes and buried her face in her bent arm, still saying not a word.
She was a slave, all right. Marty thanked his lucky stars for the fate which had decreed that he would be the one to find her.
He made sure that he had the combination to the lock. It was written on a slip of paper which he put inside a flap in his wallet.
It had been a long night. He could use some rest. He got into bed beside Blair and pulled the stained sheet and frayed blanket over them.
It was warm and dark under the blanket. Her flesh was smooth and warm. He never tired of touching it. He put his hand on her breasts.
They were soft and shifting, like live things. His stubby fingers pinched the nipples to stiffness. He took one in his mouth and sucked it.
He fell asleep with his hand between her legs. Her pussy lips quivered against his touch. Her bush rubbed the back of his hand.
Marty slept the satisfied sleep of a man who has done a good day's work, or, in his case, a good night's work.
The jangling phone woke him at midday. The call was from Angie. That poor sap had to hold down two jobs to feed his big family.
Angie wanted to make sure that everything was okay at Marty's. He spoke in a hoarse, excited whisper, his voice rasping in the phone.
Marty assured him that everything was A-okay. Angie said he would try to come by later tonight, after dinner. Marty said so-long and hung up.
Blair was awake. She was silent, watchful. Her face was pink from sleep. Hair hung down across her face. Her breasts peeped over the covers.
She whispered that she had to go to the bathroom. Number one or number two? Marty asked her. Number one, she said, blushing heavily.
He said before he took care of that little problem, there was something she had to do first. He gave her the command.
Acting under his instructions, Blair phoned into her office. She said that she had a terrible attack of the flu, and would be out for some days.
The receptionist on the other end confided that Wilson had been hurt in an accident the night before. He would be in the hospital for a week or two.
Blair was hungry for more details, but Marty signalled her to cut the phone chatter. She broke off politely, promising to get back in touch.
"That's a good girl." Marty patted her on top of her head as she reminded him that she had an urgent need to attend to her bodily function.
He told her to hold on to her horses. If she had an accident, he would make her lick it up, and then whip her within an inch of her life.
The chain was long enough to permit her to sit up on the edge of the bed.
Blair pressed her legs closed. She leaned forward, her pert breasts dangling, as she hugged herself, fighting against internal pressure.
She was open-mouthed and slightly breathless. She squirmed and fidgeted while Marty searched under the sink until he found an old pan.
He spread newspapers on the floor close to the bed where she sat, chained. He placed the pan on the newspapers, and told her to do her business.
Blair got down off the bed, the chain links rattling. She planted her bare feet on either side of the pan, and bent down low, on her haunches.
She held her pink-lipped pussy over the pan. Her face burned bright red with total shame, and she made choking strangled sobs of embarrassment.
Nature called, and a golden stream of urine showered from her pussy, tinkling into the pan, filling it while the slave girl groaned in shame.
When she was done, Marty gave her some paper towels with which to wipe herself. Then he thought better of it, and did the job himself.
She stood up, spreading her legs wide while he reached between them and wiped the paper towel against her pussy lips, blotting the liquid from them.
When he was done, he set pan and papers to one side, in a corner of the room. He would dispose of them later.
For now, he had more urgent, more pressing demands. Blair was back on the bed, her eyes closed, her shoulders hunched.
Marty came to her. His groin was level with her head. His cock was semi-erect.
Blair gasped as he grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted it, pulling her face to his cock. Her mouth opened as she moaned.
He stuffed his cock into her mouth. Just like a good little slave girl, Blair made not the slightest sign or sound of objection.
She curled her lips over her teeth and wrapped them around the base of his shaft.
It was Marty's turn to moan as she went to work on his member with her lips and tongue. She licked and slurped at his throbbing member.
His cock stiffened in her mouth, doubling its size, becoming thick and full. She gasped as its swollen head bumped the back of her throat.
Marty stood there, his hand wrapped in her hair, guiding her head back and forth so that her mouth bobbed up and down on his member.
Marty's cock grew redder and wetter with each bobbing stroke. But he didn't intend to come in her mouth, at least not just yet.
He could not forget the tightness, the sleek wet heat, of her pussy. He pulled his cock out of her mouth. The red rod dripped with saliva.
Blair looked up at him. He put his big broad hands on her shoulders and pushed her down on her back on the bed.
She took hold of her ankles and pulled her legs wide apart. Blair held herself up on her forearms. The nipples of her trembling breasts were hard.
So was Marty's cock, as he climbed between those long legs and got on top of her. He gripped his cock and guided it to her pussy.
The pussy lips quivered as his cock head bumped them. The cock head was a fleshy wedge prying the lips open, exposing the slippery wetness within.
Marty stuffed his cock head inside her pussy, making her moan. Her membranes were stretched to make room for his cock as he thrust into her.
Marty shivered and moaned as his stiff meat was surrounded by the hot wet velvet of her pussy. He jammed his cock deep inside her.
He gripped her wrists, pinning her bent arms to the bed like she was chained in place. Blair turned her head to one side and sighed.
Her eyes were closed. Red spots of color rose in her cheeks. Her mouth was open, and her complex expression was unreadable.
Well, Marty would make her moan. He thrust slow and deep, guiding his cock down into her tight hot pit, working his cock inside her.
He thrust faster and faster. His swelling belly slapped her flat tummy. He clamped his mouth on hers and kissed her brutally.
Outside, the world of the 20th century continued, but inside the basement, Marty fucked his lovely slave for the first time that day, but hardly the last.
