For many fetishists, bondage itself-being bound and restrained-is sexually satisfying, without any additional stimulation.
But in this book, we examine bondage used for sexual abuse.
Here, male and female victims are bound and restrained so that their dominators can perform bizarre and perverse sexual acts upon them.
Here bondage is the practical preliminary to discipline, humiliation, rape.
Here, telling their own stories in their own words, in case histories taken verbatim from recorded interviews, you will encounter:
JANE-bound naked to serve her older married sister and her husband!
KAREN-an innocent teen hitchhiker restrained in a rape ordeal!
MARTHA-sex-crazed burglars rope and rape this attractive wife and mother!
RITA-submissive secretary who's an office slave!
HEATHER-she and her husband are tied and used by a dominant couple!
TERRY-naked teen strapped down to a hospital bed for violation!
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Jane J. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Jane spent a strange summer with her married older sister, Lois, and Jeff, Lois' husband. Jane herself had finished her junior year in high school, and would be a senior when she went back to school that fall.
But Jane received an education indeed at the hands of her bi-sexual older sister and her dominant brother-in-law.
Jane looks like the girl next door, an American beauty. She had fresh-faced, rosy-cheeked cleancut good looks.
She has short blonde hair, a delicately featured face, pale green eyes, pink skin, a pink-lipped sensually pouting mouth.
She is straight and slender and slim-hipped, with small hips and a ripely curved rear. She dresses casually, and wears little make-up.
I made myself come on the rope between my legs.
I was in my bed, in the guest room, all tied up.
It was a hot summer night. Jeff and Lois were downstairs, in the living room. They were drinking and planning what they were going to do to me.
I knew what they were going to do. I was scared but excited.
They had stripped me down to my bra and panties and bound and gagged me.
Then they left me alone in the guest room where I was staying during this summer-long visit I was spending with my older sister.
It was dark in the room. But it was made darker by my blindfold.
I lay on my back, tightly tied, with a gag stuffed in my mouth.
I wore a thin white cotton bra and a matching pair of panties. It was such a hot sticky summer that I kept my underthings as light as possible.
Actually I don't like to go around with a bra, but since I was visiting, I had been wearing one, more for modesty than anything else.
Jeff-Lois' husband, my brother-in-law, was always looking at me.
At my body, I mean. At my tits and my ass and my pussy. The way he looked at me when he looked at me like that, was like I didn't have any clothes on.
Only now Jeff was through looking. He was going to do more than look.
And so was Lois - my sister!
She was kinky, I had always known that. She was in high school when I was just a kid in grade school, but even then I had known about her.
Lois had always liked girls as much as boys ... in bed, I mean.
She had this one friend, Jill, who was her best friend, real pretty, with light blonde hair and big tits and a great body.
Jill was always sleeping over at our house, or Lois was spending the weekend with Jill over at her parents' house.
But they never did much sleeping, not when they shared a bed.
One time I saw them doing it, when I came home when they didn't expect it.
My grade school had a half-day, and I came home about one in the afternoon.
Mom worked, so the house would be empty. I had my own key.
I didn't think that anybody was home when I came in through the back door.
I got some milk from the fridge and poured a glass and drank it.
I heard something in the living room, like somebody calling out.
I was surprised, but not scared. I guessed that it was Lois. She was always cutting classes. I thought that was what she had done.
I went into the living room. At first I didn't see anybody.
Then I heard this heavy moaning, coming from the couch.
I was behind it, facing the back of it, so I couldn't see who was on it. But nobody was sitting on it, since I couldn't see the backs of their heads, which I surely would have if they had been sitting.
Then a hand, a girl's hand with pink polished nails, fell into view.
I mean, there Was an arm attached. The hand drifted down, over one of the arms of the couch, where I could see it.
There was more moaning and then wet sucking sounds, like somebody with a straw slurping up the last soda in a glass.
The fingers curled into a fist and the fist shook real hard.
Then there was more moaning.
I went to take a look.
"Lois...?"
Lois looked up at me from the couch where she lay ... not alone, either.
Lois is very attractive, always has been. Even when she was in her teens, she had an adult kind of face, mature and not childish.
Her jet black hair, which she wore very short then, was all mussed up and fell into her forehead and her eyes.
Her face was dark and red, like she was blushing, or had been out in a cold wind which had put color into her cheeks.
Her face was wet, especially around the mouth. Her eyes, which are so dark and brown that they sometimes look black, were out of focus.
She looked up at me and I saw that she was naked.
Her clothes were scattered all over the floor, blouse, skirt, bra, panties, shoes and socks. There was more than just her clothes.
Lois wasn't just on the couch. She was stretched out on top of another girl, who was also naked-Jill.
Their legs were long and tangled and they were turned on the couch so that Jill's head was under Lois' crotch.
Lois lifted her face from between Jill's legs, and I saw Jill's pussy.
Her pussy had a sandy blonde bush. The pink pussy lips were all wet and dripping.
Jill, confused, murmured, "Lois-"
Lois got mad. "Get out, Jane! Get out of here right now!"
Jill shrieked Lois' name. Lois hopped off Jill and stood up.
She was all straight and naked and I recall flashing with hot envy that Lois had a woman's body while I was still just a little girl.
She looked so mad at first that I thought she was going to hit me.
She grabbed me by the arm and shook me.
I cried, "Don't hurt me, Lois! I didn't do anything!"
"You're going right up to your room!"
She marched me through the living room and up the stairs to my room.
Her tits bounced up and down as we climbed the stairs.
Lois took me into my room and she practically threw me on my bed.
I was close to crying. Lois said, "You better not tell Mommy or Daddy about this if you know what's good for you, Jane!"
"I won't tell!" I wailed. "I'm not a snitch!"
"You just better not, Jane! Now, I'm going back downstairs, and I don't want you to move from this room until I give you permission!"
She slammed the door. I heard her go back downstairs.
She didn't come back up for another fifteen minutes, and then she was dressed. She was real nice to me, too.
She said she was sorry for yelling at me, but that I had surprised and scared her and thas she had just gotten mad.
I asked her what she and Jill were doing all naked on the couch.
"You just forget all of that! It's none of your business!"
Then she calmed down. "Uh, Jill and I were just playing a game, Jane, that's all, just a game that grown-up girls play."
"Was it fun?" I asked innocently. "It didn't sound like fun, with all that moaning ... I thought somebody was getting hurt."
"No, it was nice, Jane, but don't you worry about it. Forget about it."
"Can I play? Your game, I mean, with you and Jill ... I'm very good at games, if you'd give me half a chance, really."
Then Lois laughed and I saw she wasn't mad and I loved her more than ever. She hugged me and kissed me on my face and I was all happy.
"No, honey, you can't play that game ... it's only for big girls like me and Jill. We shouldn't be playing it either, so you mustn't tell, or you'll get us in trouble."
"I won't tell ... I promise. But when I get older, will you let me play?"
"We'll see," Lois said.
Now I was seventeen, and my sister must have decided I was old enough to play at last, and not just the game of lesbianism.
Lois had lots more new games that she played now.
Bondage was one of them. She and Jeff had trapped me in the bedroom and taken off my clothes until I was in my bra and panties.
I didn't fight them too hard. It was useless, since Lois is much stronger than me and Jeff is much much stronger than her.
Besides, the storm had been brewing for a week, and I wanted to see what would happen. I found out.
When I was in my bra and panties, Jeff said that they would have to tie me up.
He held me down on the bed while Lois went into their bedroom. She came back with the rope. It was that thin tough rope used for clotheslines.
They tied me up, moving my arms and legs like I was a doll or puppet.
I felt helpless but it was one of the most exciting feelings I had ever known.
They were dressed in regular clothes. Lois wore a red dress, and Jeff wore a short-sleeved shirt and tight jeans.
My skin tingled when they touched it.
I lay on my back while they sat on the bed, putting the ropes on me.
Lois took hold of my hands and put them together and tied the wrists. She tied my hands in front of me, and let them rest on my belly.
As she tied me, her face had the same glow of red heat that it had had when I caught her on the couch with Jill that long-ago day.
Jeff's excitement was more obvious ... it was as plain as the big fat bulge which pressed out the front of his trousers.
He was hard. I wondered what his cock was like, how big it was and how he used it on Lois and what it felt like.
Maybe I'd find out....
Jeff tied my feet. He took hold of them and held them together and tied the ankles, wrapping the rope around them.
Having my ankles tied made my legs press tightly together. It had other effects.
My nipples tingled while I was tied. They got stiff and hard, so that they stood out against the white cotton bra which I wore.
Lois and Jeff both picked up on that.
"Well, well, what have we here?" Jeff chuckled.
He put his hand on my tit and pinched the nipple. It throbbed.
"Jeff, what are you doing to me?!" I gasped.
"You know you love it," Lois said. "Look how hard your nipples are!"
"I bet she's wet between the legs, too," Jeff said.
"I wouldn't be at all surprised ... let's find out!"
"Lois, please! What are you doing-Lois, no!"
"Yes!" Lois slipped her hand inside my panties. Her fingers pressed my crotch, making my pussy lips quiver.
"Let's have a look at her little pussy," Jeff said.
Lois pulled down the panties, rolling them to the tops of my thighs, so that my bush and my pussy lips could be seen.
Lois and Jeff-and me-fell silent when they showed my pussy.
"Beautiful," Jeff breathed at last.
Lois' hand rested on my crotch. "Please don't hurt me," I whimpered.
"I'm not going to hurt you, silly girl!" Lois said. "Did I ever hurt you, Jane? You know that I never did!"
"No, you never did," I said, "but this is different-I'm scared!"
"Good," laughed Jeff, "that's how we want you!"
"We're not going to do anything to you that you don't want and need," Lois said. "You know that-and you know that you need this."
That was when she started rubbing my pussy.
I thought I would climax right then and there!
I was all red-faced and breathless and moaning as she rubbed my pussy lips.
"We still haven't settled the question of whether she's wet or not," Jeff said.
"Why don't you find that out for yourself?" Lois asked him.
"I will!"
Lois moved her hand and Jeff put his hand on my pussy.
My bush is soft and dark and brown, and my pussy lips are thin and rose colored with lots of intricate folds and all.
Jeff gripped my pussy lips between his thumb and index finger and gave them a little squeeze. I moaned from the pressure.
"Just relax, Jane, nobody's going to hurt you," he said as he stroked my pussy. "Just ease up, that's my good girl, my good little girl ... "
He put the tip of his middle finger against my pussy lips and pushed it in.
I was dripping with juices which smeared on his finger. His finger felt tight in me, and he didn't put it in too deep.
Lois leaned over me, her heavy tits pressing against the front of her red dress. Her nipples were hard, too-they looked like cherries under her dress.
She took hold of my head in her hands and pressed her mouth on mine.
She put her tongue in my mouth. It rubbed my tongue and rolled around the mouth, tasting it. Her lips pressed hard on mine.
I moved my tongue and shyly rubbed hers with it.
She stopped kissing me, but the sweet warm taste of her stayed on my tongue.
Jeff took his finger out of me and held it up so Lois and I could see the juices from my pussy which glistened on his finger.
"That's one wet little miss," Jeff said.
"You see, Jane, I know you better than you know yourself," Lois laughed.
"Maybe you do." I was confused, but more excited than ever.
"Definitely I do, little sister," Lois said. "I know what you need, and Jeff and I are going to see that you get it!"
I asked, "What-what are you going to do to me?!"
"EVERYTHING!!!" Jeff and Lois said at the same time.
Lois said, "Let's cover up that hot little pussy and keep it warm for later."
She pulled my panties back up, so that they covered my pussy lips and bush.
I was warm and wet inside, and it dripped into the crotch of the panties.
Jeff fixed a wide loop at the end of another piece of rope.
"I'll sit Jane up while you tie her arms to her sides, Lois."
He put his hand on my bare shoulder and pulled me up to a sitting position, with my bound legs stretching out in front of me.
My tied hands rested on the tops of my pink thighs.
While Jeff held me sitting up, Lois dropped the loop over my head and shoulders, and pulled it to the middle of my upper arms.
When she pulled it tight, it not only pinned my upper arms to my sides, it also pressed into my tits, so that it was deep in the flesh.
That was uncomfortable and I squirmed and fidgeted. Jeff handled my breasts in the bra cups, lifting and moving them while Lois did the binding.
Lois wrapped two or three more strands around my upper body, so that the ropes pressed into my titties, pressing them into sections.
Jeff said, "Let's tie a rope between her legs!"
"Good idea! Will you do it, Jeff, or shall I?"
"I'll do it." He took another length of rope, one which was thinner than all the others, so that it was more cord than rope, really.
He knotted one end of it to the bottom rope of the strands circling my upper arms and tits, tying it between the breasts.
He put me down on my back and ran the cord down the center of my belly.
He pressed it over my panties, right straight down the middle of my mound.
He rubbed it flat against my flesh, putting the cord down between my pussy lips, so that the fabric of the panties was pushed into the slit.
The panties were pressed between my pussy lips in a thin line running down the slit, so that they were soaked through from pussy juices.
Jeff had to handle my pussy a lot during this part of the binding, and I was out of breath and squirming on the bed.
Lois took hold of my bare shoulders and pressed me into the bed.
Jeff pushed the end of the cord down between my legs. Since my legs were tied together, there wasn't much space between my thighs.
"Help me turn her over," he said. I was rolled over so that I lay on my tummy. I turned my head to the side so it wouldn't be pressed into the mattress.
My tits hurt more, with the weight of my body pressing down on them, making the ropes binding them so much tighter.
"First I want to have a look at that ass!" Jeff said.
"Help yourself, darling, she's all ours," Lois said.
Jeff took hold of my panties and pulled them down in the rear, baring my bottom when he rolled the panties to the backs of my thighs.
"Look at that perfect ass!" Jeff said.
"We'll do more than look," Lois said. "But let's not rush things. Let's finish tying her and have a drink first."
"It's a damned shame to leave this unspanked, but ... "
After looking at-and feeling!-my ass for a minute, Jeff pulled my panties back up, and brought the cord between my legs.
I grunted when he pulled it, making the cord sink even deeper into my slit.
The cord kept rubbing my clitoris, which really felt wild!
Jeff drew the cord right up the crack of my ass, over the panties again, like it had been done to my pussy in front.
The cord pressed the panties deep into the crack, so that it was nearly hidden. Jeff ran the cord up the center of my back.
Then, pulling it tighter, he tied the free end to the bottom strand in the back.
"This should hold her for a while," he said.
"Ummmmm-unnnnh! Owwww, this hurts!"
I wiggled and fidgeted, with each move making the cord press my pussy and clit. Each pressing made me pussy wetter.
Lois turned me on my back and told me not to be a big baby!
"But Lois, it does hurt-it's cutting into my pussy, and-"
"I see we'll have to gag that pretty little mouth of yours, too."
"Oh, no-Lois, please, please don't do that-you don't have to gag me, I'll keep quie, I promise, I swear it-"
"When you see what this gag is, you'll want it in your mouth!"
Lois got up and stood at the bedside, facing me.
"Jane, look!" she said, lifting her dress.
Lois is long and leggy, but at the same time she has heavy tits and wide hips. She's got a real curvy form, with those long breathtaking legs.
She hiked her dress up to her waist. A pair of low-cut black satin bikini panties were stretched tight across her hips.
They were so low, that the top fringe of her bush peeked over the waistband. And they were so tight that the mound of her pussy, and the shape of the lips, could be seen clearly against the black satin covering them.
Lois pulled down her panties.
Her bush was thick and black, with soft curly hair which reached halfway to her belly button, and which mostly covered her pussy.
Her pussy lips were thick and full and a very dark rose color.
The panties fluttered like a black flag as they fell down her legs and landed at her feet. She let her dress fall back down.
She picked up the panties, sat down beside me on the bed, and held them over my face.
The crotch of them was white cotton. There were faded brown smears and stains on them, and a dampness from her juices.
It had been a hot day, and she had been sweating into her panties, so now they were thick with her juices.
The smell of her was heavy and made my head spin so that it felt weak.
"You will be gagged with my panties, Jane," Lois said.
She turned the panties inside-out, so that the soiled crotch of them faced outward and she held them to my mouth.
"Open your mouth, Jane."
I did. Lois kissed me, then she wadded her panties in a ball and crammed them in my mouth, filling it.
The aroma, the juices of her, seemed to sink into the roof of my mouth and into my tongue. I looked submissively at Lois.
Submissive-that was a word I didn't even know, at that time. I thought it was something like a submarine missile, which shows how naive I was.
Before the summer was over, I would not only know the meaning of the word, "submissive," I would have lived the role night and day!
Lois used a white handkerchief to hold her panties in my mouth. She pushed the cord between my jaws, and knotted it at the back of my head.
Then they put me back down on my back on the bed.
They got up and went to the door. Lois said, "We're going now, Jane, but we'll be back real soon. Then the fun and games will begin!"
"In the meantime, you can think about what we're going to do to you," added Jeff.
They switched out the lights, then exited. When the door was closed, it was really dark and black in the warm room.
I lay there in the darkness, squirming. The pressure of the ropes against my tits wouldn't quit, but the cord between my legs was much more intense.
My clitoris throbbed, and my pussy was dripping with wetness which soaked the crotch of the cotton panties I wore.
I felt two different ways-scared, and safe.
I was scared because this was so new to me. With Lois there to protect me, I was sure that Jeff wouldn't hurt me.
But I couldn't help being anxious, or scared. My stomach felt like a hand was squeezing it. It was hot but I was shivering.
At the same time, I felt safe and secure. There was something about all tied up and helpless like this which was somehow comforting.
It was like I didn't have to do anything on my own. Everything would be done for me by Jeff and Lois. They would tell me what to do.
Even then, I didn't even think about trying to get free of the ropes.
What I thought about was Lois-how she had taken down her panties and showed me her black-bushed pussy.
I thought about what she would look like naked, and what she would make me do to and for her ... thoughts like that made me glow.
I was glowing between my legs, where the cord pressed into my pussy. My pussy was now so sensitive that each breath made my pussy twinge and quiver.
I thought about Jeff ... he was so big and strong ... he was as splendidly built for a man, as Lois was built for a woman....
The two of them made a sexy and attractive couple ... what did Jeff look like all naked? Was his cock as big as the rest of him?
Would he hurt me when he stuck it in me? Because I had no doubt that he was going to fuck me, and that Lois was going to fuck me.
That was what this was all about-and it was good.
I was glad that Jeff and Lois had taken control of the situation, and of me. Sexual tension had been building since I arrived for the visit.
The situation was out of my bound hands now. Left to myself, I might have wanted them both but never made a move out of nervousness.
They were making all the moves, and all I had to do was obey.
As I thought these things, it made me all tense inside. It helped me in my tension when I moved on the bed, shaking my hips.
As they moved, I worked my clitoris against the cord which pressed it. I flicked the clit back and forth under the cord.
Incredible feelings shot through my pussy with each move. Soon I was deliberately masturbating myself against the cord.
I worked my hips, grinding them like I was getting fucked. My pussy felt like a hothouse as I floated off into a private world.
Heat rose, and I knew that I was going to climax.
It was hard for me to breathe, with the gag in my mouth. I couldn't catch enough breath when I just breathed through my nostrils.
But I found that if I stretched the corners of my mouth, I could suck in gasps of air more easily to supply my hard-breathing lungs.
Soon I was gasping from the orgasm which hit me like a lightning bolt.
That's how Jeff and Lois found me when they came for me.
I was on my back, sweating, gasping, my body all stiff and shaking, my back arched and my bottom raised to get the maximum pressure of the cord against my pussy.
"She's ready," Lois said.
"So am I," Jeff said. "Let's take her!"
I was limp and weak from the climax as they untied me.
They untied my feet first ... so they could open and spread my legs.
INTERVIEW TWO
The reader must not misunderstand Jane or her motives. Jane did not come to me seeking "help." She is more than satisfied with her lot.
The second half of her narrative will make that perfectly clear. Jane consented to be interviewed at the urging (or command) of her older sister Lois.
Lois wanted the story of how she and her husband seduced her younger sister to be told. So, Jane will tell it, in her own words.
Jeff and Lois had to untie me so they could finish undressing me.
It was as much of a turn on for me to be untied as it was to be tied. Maybe it was even more of a turn on.
Having a climax left me weak and limp with a sensitive quivering pussy.
Masses of body heat rose up from my pussy, shooting through me in waves, like when a stone is dropped in a pond and the waves spread out from it.
Lois and Jeff touched me all over as they untied me.
My tits were sore and tingling when they took off the ropes wrapped around my upper body. My skin was red and irritated where the ropes had been.
When those upper ropes were undone, most of the pressure was taken off the cord which was still stretched between my legs.
Lois sat on the bed, holding me. I pressed against her front, since I was sitting up on the bed so I could be untied.
I rested my head on her shoulder and she fondled my hair, letting it fall down my back while she untied me.
She took the loose ropes and dropped them over the bed's edge to the floor.
Jeff knelt at the foot of the bed, taking the ropes off my feet.
He grunted as he strained at the knots with his fingers. They had been tied tight, and had been pulled tighter while I squirmed on the bed.
He took the ropes off my ankles. There were red grooves on my flesh where the ropes had pressed and rubbed.
He opened my legs and loosened the cord which ran through my pussy lips and up the crack of my ass.
The crotch of my panties was soaked through with pussy juices.
Lois unknotted the handkerchief at the back of my head, then reached into my mouth and pulled out the pair of her panties.
The panties were soaked through and through with saliva. She put them aside.
I flopped down on my back on the bed, while Jeff and Lois leaned over me.
Lois asked, "How do you feel, Jane?"
"Wonderful!" I sighed.
Jeff and Lois looked at each other over me. "What did I tell you, Jeff? She's ready! She made herself come in bondage."
"Sure, she's ready," Jeff said. "Why shouldn't she be? She's your sister!"
They were ready, too. They took off my bra and panties.
Lois reached behind my back when I sat up, and unhooked my bra and took it off. My titties jiggled when they were exposed.
Lois cupped my titties, weighing them one in each palm.
Like the rest of me, my titties felt super-sensitive, so that I was moaning as soon as she started touching them.
Lois took hold of one of my nipples between her fingernails. '
"Look at this, Jeff, her little nipple is hard!"
"Ouch!" I cried, when she sharply pinched my nipple. I felt sensations from the pinch all the way down into my pussy.
"Beautiful girl," Jeff murmured, "just a beautiful girl!"
"Of course she is!" Lois said. "And why not? After all, like you said, she's my sister!" She squeezed my titties.
The fat nipples on her chest stood out like cherries under her tight red dress.
"Let me kiss you, little sister."
I thought Lois was going to kiss me on the mouth, so I parted my lips for her kiss. But she lowered her head, moving her mouth to my titties.
She kissed a nipple. It throbbed against her lips, which were warm and full and soft. She sucked the nipple between them.
I squirmed when she flicked her tongue over the nipple. She did the same thing to my other nipple, and when she lifted her mouth, her saliva was wet on both the pink points of my nipples.
While she was doing that, Jeff was caressing me. His hand glided over my flesh in long slow soothing strokes.
He stroked my bare shoulders, the tops of my titties, my upper back, the line of my spine. He rubbed my flat tummy.
Then he started rubbing my hips and my upper thighs.
"Let's get those panties off, and get Jane all naked," he said.
Lois told him to take them off.
Jeff peeled the panties down off my hips. I lifted my bottom so he could pull the panties past them, down my thighs.
He pulled them down my legs and off my feet. He raised the panties to his face and inhaled the damp crotch like it was a bouquet.
When he took my panties away from his nose, his face was red and flushed and his eyes were shining. He licked his lips.
"Why settle for the panties, when you can go to the source?" Lois said.
Jeff knelt on the bed and lowered his head between my spread legs.
His breath was warm and made my bush rustle and my pussy tingle.
I gasped, from surprise, when he put his mouth on my pussy.
He gave me a rough burning kiss on my pussy lips which left me breathless.
When he lifted his face from my pussy, his mouth and chin were wet.
"She's dripping with juices!" he said.
"And no wonder," Lois said, "what with the way she was rubbing her little pussy against the rope which was tied between her legs!"
"I've got something much better than rope to put between her legs!"
Just hearing them talk about me like that made me all squirming and hot.
I looked at Lois. "Aren't ... aren't you going to, to, to get naked?"
Jeff and Lois laughed.
"Listen to her!" Lois said. "She can't wait to get some of it!"
"You just ease back and leave everything to us," Lois told me.
"I will," I promised.
"You've been a naughty little girl, Jane," Lois went on. "I have?!"
"Indeed you have. Little girls like you should not play with their pussies unless they've been given permission to do so, Jane."
"Yes, Jane, that really was wicked of you," Jeff chimed in.
It sounded like a new game was starting. They pitched their voices so that they sounded like parents talking to a little kid.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't know. I won't do it again."
"Ah, Jane, but ignorance of the law is no excuse," Jeff said.
"There's lot of things you'll have to learn, Jane. And one of the first is that Jeff and I reserve the right to discipline you at any time."
"Discipline?" I asked. "You mean, like spankings and stuff?"
"Like spankings and stuff," Lois said, "exactly."
"You're going to be spanked, Jane," Jeff said.
"Me?! Why?! What have I done?"
"We want to spank you, Jane," Lois said. "That's all you need to know about this. So you will be spanked."
"I haven't been spanked since I was a little girl!" I said.
"What are you now?" Jeff laughed.
"You are a little girl, if that's what we want you to be, Jane," Lois said. "You will be anything that we desire ... do you understand?"
"I think so ... I'm not sure."
"We'll see that you are sure, Jane, with a spanking."
Lois unbuttoned her dress and took it off. She wore a black bra and that was all, since she had taken off her panties when she gagged me earlier.
Her tits were heavy and full. They were mounds of flesh about the size of grapefruits, it seemed, but they were firm and high, not sagging.
Her bra must have been tight, since the outline of it made red marks across the soft white flesh of her tits, showing where the bra supported her.
Her nipples were the size of cherries, and they were a dark rich red color. The circles of flesh which surrounded them were huge.
My pussy quivered when I saw my older sister all naked. I closed my thighs and pressed my pussy with them, which made me hotter.
I felt like a little kid all over again, when I compared her woman's body to mine, which seemed skinny and kind of flat-chested compared to hers.
All the same, I must have had something that Jeff and Lois wanted, or we wouldn't have been in the bedroom like this.
Lois climbed in bed and sat with her back propped up against the headboard. Her smooth white flesh stood out against the dark wood of the headboard.
She sat with her bottom nestled deep in the mattress, and her long legs stretched out in front of her, with her body all naked.
"Jane, come over to me and get across my lap!"
There was a sharp snap in her voice which set me moving.
I was all untied now, so I could move. I got on my hands and knees on the bed and crawled to Lois, my little titties bobbing.
"Face down right across my lap, Jane!"
I got on her lap. When my bare skin rubbed hers, sparks shot through me like electricity, and my nipples throbbed.
She put me face down across her lap, with my bottom where she wanted it.
My pussy and my bush pressed against her smooth strong thighs, which had bands of muscle sliding and flexing under the smooth skin.
I put my arms out in front of me, and buried my face between them, where it was warm and moist and dark.
The bed was wide, so only my feet hung off the bed's edge.
Jeff moved around so he could watch. He was still dressed in shirt and slacks. I wondered when he would strip down, too.
Lois chuckled, "Jane, if you only knew all the times I wanted to get you across my lap when I lived at home!"
"I guess I was a brat sometimes," I admitted in a small voice.
"You still are, but I love you," Lois said. "Which is why I'm spanking you, because I love you and I know that you deserve it and need it!"
She held me tight and swatted my rear.
I jerked. "Hey! That really hurts!"
"Of course it does-it's supposed to!"
Maybe I had thought that it would be a game, but it was a real spanking, and did it ever make my bottom burn!
Lois was strong anyway, so she really could make her spanks sting. And she seemed tireless, too, so that they just kept coming.
Pretty soon I was squirming and gasping on her lap. She tightened her grip around my waist, holding me in place.
Her hand kept coming down, smacking fire into my bottom. The ass cheeks shook when she hit them, and I was soon crying out for her to stop.
"You won't get off that easy!" she said.
I kicked the bed and thrashed my legs, but she held me so tightly with one arm that I couldn't wiggle free.
Then Jeff stood on the floor at the bedside, facing me, holding my hands.
There were tears blurring my eyes, but through them I could see the fat bulge in the crotch of his trousers as he held me.
"Please, Lois, don't spank me any more! It hurts! Lois, please, please, I promise that I'll be a good girl-owwwwww, Lois, please!"
I started crying. Tears were hot and salty and burned my eyes and rolled down my cheeks, some of them falling into my open mouth.
Lois spanked me some more, to show me that she wasn't impressed by my crying.
At last she stopped, and I lay sobbing, stretched over her naked lap.
"I'm sorry, Lois, please don't spank me!"
My bottom burned. It felt like it had gotten a sunburn, so that each move I made caused it to ache and throb.
It also pained me when I didn't do anything but lie still.
"Let that be a lesson to you, little girl!" Lois said.
"It is, Lois, it is!"
"If you think that little bottom warming was something, wait until you've been spanked by Jeff-you won't be able to sit down for a week!"
I lifted my face from my arms and fearfully looked up at Jeff.
"You-please, you won't spank me, will you? Please don't-"
Jeff grinned down at me. "Well, Jane, I don't know ... it all depends ... Lois, since you're her sister, you should decide.
"Should I continue the fine job you've done of spanking your sister, or do you think that Jane has had enough punishment for tonight?"
"Well, I wouldn't go that far," Lois said, "but maybe she's had enough for now. I'd say it depends on her behavior from now on."
Lois said to me, "We're going to put you on probation for now, Jane. As long as you're a good girl who does what she's told, you won't have to be spanked."
She waved a warning finger in my face. "But the first time you disobey either of us, you're going over Jeff's lap for a spanking which will make this one look tame!"
"I won't disobey, Lois, I won't!"
"You better not," she said. "I hope you're ready to do anything we want!"
"I will, Lois, Jeff, I will, I swear it!"
"Will you, Jane? Suppose I ordered you to kiss me between the legs, what would you do? Would you do it?"
"Yes, Lois."
"Would you take Jeff's cock in your mouth, and suck it?"
"If that's what you want me to do."
"Suck it, and swallow his sweet cream?"
"Yes, I'll do that or anything else-just don't spank me, that's all I ask!"
Lois lifted me, so that I lay on my side on her lap, facing her.
"That's my sweet little sister," Lois said, smiling. "Now stop crying and dry those tears, little girl."
She kissed my face, the tears smearing under her lips. She licked up some tears.
"Those are the sweetest tears I've ever tasted!" she said.
"Oh, Lois, I love you!"
"Come to Lois, little sister."
She pulled my head to her tits, so that my face was engulfed by her tits, which pressed on either side of it.
It was warm and darkly dim and sheltering there, between her breasts. She smoothed my hair down on my head, and stroked me.
After a minute, she moved so that her tits rubbed my face, my tears smearing on them, her fat nipples throbbing as they glided.
"Open your mouth, Jane, I have something for you."
I opened my mouth. Lois cupped her right breast, the flesh of her tit shaking like jelly, her nipple sticking out hard and fat.
She brought the nipple to my lips and stuffed it inside.
I sucked her nipple. It throbbed against my lips. I rubbed my tongue tip against the nipple, like she had done for me.
Movement to one side of me told me Jeff was there. Lois eased her nipple out of my mouth, I glanced at Jeff-and gasped!
He was bare from the waist up, showing a muscular body, hard and handsome.
His pants were open and he was taking them down, pulling his shorts along with them, so that his stiff cock jumped up.
He was hung! I had been with boyfriends-I was no virgin-but this was the first time I ever saw a man with a man's equipment.
"Look what I've got for you, Jane!"
His cock was jumping and jerking and he took hold of it. His penis stood stiff and straight out from his hips.
It had a fat moist swollen head and a long red shaft with these big fat blue veins wrapped around it. His balls were hairy and swollen.
"You're so big!" I gasped.
"Not too big for you, little girl!"
"Get on your knees, Jane." Lois moved me with words and hands.
I did as she told me to do. Especially at first, Lois did most of the commanding, since I knew her and was less nervous around her.
I got on my knees with my legs folded and my behind resting, if you could call it that, on the backs of my round heels.
Only it was hardly a rest, since I was still sore and aching from the spanking, and when I put any weight on my ass, it shot through with soreness.
Jeff stood at the bedside, all naked, while Lois, just as nude, crouched on the bed behind me, holding my slim shoulders.
Jeff held out his cock. "Kiss my dick, Jane."
Lois put her hand on the back of my head and pressed down. I bowed my head, which brought my mouth in line with his cock.
I puckered my lips and he pressed the cock head against it. I had never taken any of my high school boyfriends by mouth.
I kissed the cock head shyly, wondering if it would taste like much of anything. It was warm and full and throbbing, with no real taste.
"Don't be shy, Jane," Jeff laughed. "Surely you can kiss better than that!"
This time I puckered up and really smooched the swollen cock.
"That's more like it!" Jeff said.
His cock head, which was already more than a mouthful for me, seemed to get even more swollen when I kissed it.
"Now open your mouth wide, Jane, so I can put it in!"
"I'm scared," I confessed. "Please don't hurt me!"
"Nobody will hurt you, Jane, as long as you do what you're told ... now open wide because here it comes!"
First he just put the cock head between my lips, so I could suck it.
His thing was wide and it stretched the corners of my mouth. I sucked and slurped on it, getting more into it as I got used to it.
"Suck it just like it's hard candy, Jane," Lois murmured.
"That's very, very good, Jane!" Jeff gasped. "Now I'm going to put some more in, and you will take it as deep as you can!"
He pressed his palms against my cheeks and pushed his penis into my mouth.
He put it in so that the head of it was at the back of my throat. The cock was heavy and pressed down on my tongue.
My lips were pressed against his penis.
"Now, I'm going to start thrusting, Jane. I'm going to fuck your mouth!"
He moved his hips back and forth. Bands of muscle moved on his thighs, and his cock pumped back and forth, in and out of my mouth.
"Keep sucking, don't let your tongue just lie there, work it against my cock, that's better, Jane, aaah, much better!"
He pumped his stiff penis in and out of my mouth. When he pulled back, he withdrew his cock until only its knobbed head was between my lips.
Then he would bury it in my mouth, sliding it over the lips and tongue.
Once or twice, he put it deeper in my mouth than I could take it, so the fat head of it bumped the back of my throat.
I started to gag, but he pulled it back and kept from choking me.
"Easy does it, Jeff," Lois said. "She doesn't know how to deep-throat it yet, so don't give her more of what you've got than she can handle!"
Lois put her arm around my shoulders and hugged me while I sucked her husband.
I couldn't help thinking what our Mom and Dad would say if they could see this scene thank heavens they couldn't!
Well, nobody could say that we two sisters weren't close....
We got even closer when Lois fondled my titties while I went on sucking Jeff.
She rubbed the stiff little pink nipples and fondled the titties.
Jeff moved my head so that I was sucking him the way he liked it. I guessed from the way he was moaning that I wasn't doing too badly for a beginner.
Jeff gasped, "Lois, I'm going to come soon!"
"I'll coach Jane through it, honey."
Lois said to me, "When Jeff comes, Jane, it's very, very important that you don't pull back to keep from swallowing his come."
"It's just protein, and despite what you may have heard from silly schoolgirl rumors, it's not poison and it won't hurt you or even taste bad."
"You're doing great, Jane, so don't spoil it at the last second by pulling away and ruining it-you just swallow it all down like a good girl!"
I couldn't answer her and tell her that I would obey, since I couldn't talk, not with my mouth full, as it was, with Jeff's cock.
Jeff moaned, "This is it!"
He put his cock deep into my mouth. For a second, his cock head blocked my throat, but he pulled back when I started to gag.
Lois firmly held my head in place, but I wasn't pulling away.
Jeff's cock swelled against my lips as he came. His cock twitched on my tongue.
Suddenly, masses of thick warm fluid gushed from his cock head.
The come splashed the soft tissues at the back of my throat.
I started swallowing and sucking. Come was thick like mud as it slid down my gullet-it seemed like he wouldn't ever stop coming!
Jeff shook like he was having a fit as he came in my mouth.
"Swallow it, Jane, swallow it all!" Lois urged.
Finally the stream of semen eased up, until at last only a few more fat drops of come oozed from the cock head.
"Jane, I'm so proud of you! You did a fine job!"
Lois kissed my cheek and squeezed my titties.
Jeff shook like he had fever chills. When he shook, his cock jumped and twitched on my tongue. It was still stiff.
I had not been able to fit all of it in my mouth, so there was a couple of inches of the base of it outside my lips.
Jeff let out a heavy sigh. He stopped pressing my cheeks with his sweaty palms. He patted my cheek fondly, smiling a loose grin.
"You did good, Jane ... very good."
He took his thing out of my mouth.
It was covered with my saliva and his own come, and it smeared on my lips as it glided out of them.
The head of his cock popped free from my lips. His cock was red, rubbery, still swollen, and still jutting straight out from his hips.
A fat drop of come oozed from the head of his cock and hung there.
Lois wasn't turned off by my having swallowed come. Some of it coated my tongue and lips, but that only excited her.
When the cock was out of my mouth, she kissed me and put her tongue inside it.
I closed my eyes while she kissed me on the mouth and rubbed my tongue with hers.
After a while, she stopped the kisses, while Jeff sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, his red cock jerking.
Lois smoothed back my hair and fondled my face.
"You did that wonderfully, Jane. You are a wonderful girl!"
"Does that mean that I won't have to be spanked?"
"So far, it does, but don't ever take anything for granted, Jane. You have to be fully aware and obedient at all times."
"But, since you did so well, especially for your first time in sucking off a stiff cock, that I think you deserve a reward."
She told me to lay down on my back. "My ass really hurts," I said.
"You can have a reward, or another spanking, miss, it's all the same to me!"
"I'm sorry!" I got on my back real quick.
My ass ached and I gasped. Hot and cold waves went through me. But my pussy started quivering, and inside, juices oozed.
I pressed my shoulders and feet into the mattress so I could lift my ass a little way off the bed and take off some of the painful pressure.
I frowned when I saw the ropes in Lois' hand.
"You don't need those," I said. "You know that I'll obey you!"
Lois laughed. "Jane, if I don't tie you down on the bed, you're liable to fall off it in ecstasy from what I'm going to do to you!"
Which sounded promising, to say the least.
Lois and Jeff tied me spread-eagled on my back on the bed. There were four ropes, one for each of my arms and legs.
Rope loops circled my ankles and wrists, and each one was tied to one corner of the bed, so that I was stretched and spread-eagled.
When the binding was done, I really felt helpless ... and hot.
"You just learned one of the ways a woman, or a girl, in your case, Jane, can please a man
-by taking him in her mouth," Lois said.
She climbed on the bed and reached for me.
She promised, "Now, I'll show you how one female pleasures another!"
You can't know how sensitive-and how nervous!-a girl feels when she's been stripped and spread and tied to a bed.
Lois came to me, crawling on the bed on her hands and knees. Her heavy tits swung and slapped the insides of her arms.
Her nipples were stiff and stood out like strawberries on her tits.
She got on her knees on the mattress between my spread legs.
Jeff sat on the side of the bed, right over me, where he had a good view.
"Now, just relax...." Lois lowered her head.
She bent forward so that her face was over my pussy. She teased me by kissing my upper thighs and hips first, before going to my pussy.
My pussy lips were all quivering and tingling.
Lois kissed my pussy. It felt all hot where her lips brushed it.
Her lips were like warm wet velvet massaging my pussy. Heat rose inside me.
Pretty soon I was moaning and moving my hips. Lois held my hips and went on kissing my pussy. She stuck out her tongue.
She pressed the tongue against my pussy. I really started moaning.
Lois licked my pussy lips up and down, from the bottom of the slit to the top, and back down again. Fire burned where she licked.
I was all hot and wet inside.
Lois pressed the tip of her tongue against the pussy lips and pushed it in.
I gasped when she stuck her tongue deep inside me.
Her tongue was like a snake, slithering all over my pussy walls. She licked the juices off the walls and slurped them down.
Her saliva mixed with my juices and made me all wet inside.
She moved her tongue up out of me. I was disappointed that she took it out, since it had felt so hot and good inside me.
But I wasn't disappointed for long. She moved her tongue tip up to the top of my pussy and rubbed it against my clitoris.
Then it was good that the ropes tied me down on the bed since I might have shaken myself off when she started licking my little clitoris.
She rubbed the button with her tongue tip like she was polishing it.
I squeezed my eyes closed and held tight to the ropes on my wrists.
Lois puckered her lips and rubbed the smooth wet insides of them against the clitoris.
Her tongue whipped the button.
I rocked my hips and pushed my pussy up against her face and mostly her mouth.
Somebody was wailing and moaning and it took me a minute to realize that it was me. Lois held tightly to my hips.
As my pussy got hotter, my tummy got tighter and tighter on the inside like it was being squeezed, and I knew I would come soon.
I had often played with my pussy and made myself come, but this was the first time I ever had my pussy eaten, and it was wild!
I was screeching and sobbing just from the pure pleasure of it.
The tongue felt like a live wire on my pussy, and I came.
I twisted and shook on the bed as I climaxed.
Lucky thing for me that Lois took her tongue off my clitoris when I started coming-. otherwise, the intensity would have knocked me out!
Finally I stopped shaking and slumped back on the bed.
I was sighing and sobbing and laughing, all at the same time.
After a while, Lois let go of my hips and lifted her face from my pussy.
I blinked the sweat and tears out of my eyes and tied to focus them.
I heard Jeff ask Lois, "How does she taste?"
"Delicious!" Lois said.
I was happy that she liked me. I hoped she would be back for more of the same.
She stretched out on top of me. Her weight was heavy but pleasant. Her tits covered my titties and made them tingle where they touched.
She took my head in her hands and covered my mouth with hers.
"Kiss me," she said, "and taste yourself!"
She put her tongue in my mouth and kissed me hard. I thought that I tasted my pussy in her mouth but I wasn't quite sure.
She kissed me for a while. She pressed her pussy against mine. My pussy was all wet and hot and tingling. It tingled harder.
She pressed her hips into mine and rubbed my pussy with hers, grinding it against me like she was dry humping me.
Not that I was dry-I was wet and dripping.
Then she got off me. Her nipples stood out stiffly.
It was Jeff's turn, and he took her place on me.
He got on top of me and stretched out. His cock was stiff and it was pressed between his flesh and my own.
He kissed me and touched me all over. He kissed my little titties and nibbled on the nipples and flicked his tongue over them.
All the time, his hard cock was pounding against my flesh as it throbbed.
He lifted himself and reached under his hips and took hold of his cock.
He gripped his cock and pressed its head against my pussy.
"Ooooh, you're so big!" I gasped. "Will that big thing fit inside me?!"
"Let's find out...." he said.
First he rubbed his cock head up and down my pussy lips. It felt real nice and made me all hot and ready to go.
He pressed the cock head against the pussy lips and pressed it in.
The pussy lips were pushed apart by the cock head and spread to the sides.
His cock head was big, and it jammed into my membranes, stretching them.
I started moaning when my pussy got stretched real wide to take his big cock.
"Slower, please!" I whimpered, "it's too big for me to take all at once!"
He plugged me with his cock head now. He sank his shaft into me an inch at a time. I was breathless and whimpering.
Lois sat on the side of the bed, fondling my face and hair, soothing me.
Her husband put his thing into me. At one moment, I was scared that maybe it was too big and I wouldn't be able to take it in.
But he kept it in and played with my titties and rubbed me up and down. My pussy oozed fresh juices which helped him put his cock deeper.
Then he filled me all the way with his cock, and started thrusting.
He pushed his stiff penis back and forth, in and out.
He rocked me with his cock. His male hardness was different from Lois' soft wet mouth, but it was just as good, in a different way.
He filled me and stretched me. Twinges went through my pussy from being stretched.
He fucked me on the bed. I lost track of the time.
He pressed into me, his shoulders all sweaty and muscular. I buried my face in the warmth of his shoulder and closed my eyes.
He pushed his thing in and out. His cock got hotter and harder.
He breathed hard and was gasping for breath. His cock pumped in and out of my pussy. I squealed with each deep driving stroke.
Then he came.
He put his cock deep into me, as deep as he had put it, so that the cock head was jammed way up inside me.
He didn't pull back, but kept his cock in deep. The cock got bigger, it seemed, right before it shot come all inside me.
He cried out as he came, and his body got as rigid as his penis.
He was shaking and shivering on top of me as he came inside me. His come was warm and thick and filled my up to the lips of my pussy.
The come felt good against my heated pussy.
He groaned and stopped shaking and his come stopped spurting. He gave a little sob and his body-not his cock-went limp on me.
I lay there, bound to the bed, with his thing throbbing inside me....
After a while, he roused himself and raised his body. He kissed me on the mouth and face and told me what a sweet little girl I was.
Then he pulled out of me. My pussy quivered when his cock slid out of it and glided along the membranes.
The cock head popped out of my pussy. His come filled me and oozed inside me. Some of it oozed out of my pussy lips.
He got off me and lay on his side on the bed, facing me.
"Now it's my turn," Lois said. "Time for you to go down on me, Jane."
Lois moved up to the head of the bed, up at my head. She knelt with her legs on either side of my head as she faced my feet.
Her folded legs pressed the sides of my face and her pussy hung over my mouth.
She had a thick dark bush and fat pussy lips and the smell of her was rich and heavy and filled my nostrils and was all musky.
She held her pussy over my mouth and told me to kiss it.
The pussy lips quivered as I pressed my puckered lips against them. Lois liked what I was doing and wanted more.
When I had covered her pussy lips with kisses, she settled her weight down on my mouth, which caused her pussy lips to spread open.
Her pussy was hot and wet inside and it engulfed my face.
I went to work on licking the thick juices out of her pussy. I put my tongue on her clitoris and she rode my mouth until she climaxed.
CONCLUSION
Bondage was a part of the technique used by Lois and Jeff to subdue Jane.
Bondage can be a sensual experience, a fact which was used by the dominant couple to prepare the youngster for her sexual servitude.
The enforced isolation in bondage stimulated Jane's senses, and the ropes were tied in such a way as to arouse her.
Later, by binding her to the bed, the couple in effect absolved Jane of all responsibility for what was happening to her.
Since the girl had no choice or say in what was happening, she was able to give herself to her sister and brother-in-law, free from the naggings of conventional morality.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Karen K. AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Following a traumatic rape ordeal, Karen came to me for guidance and counseling.
She is a petite and pretty girl, a fair-skinned blonde standing only an inch or two above five feet tall, with a delicately featured face.
She wears her hair in pigtails, has pale blue eyes and a soft pink mouth. She is slender and delicately built, with budding little breasts.
Her overall petiteness makes her look younger than her fifteen years-giving her a shy, child-like quality which brought out the beast in at least one man.
I knew Momma and Daddy were right when they told me never to hitch a ride.
I wondered if I would ever see them again.
I was scared. I was huddled under the dashboard on the passenger side, down where it was tight and dim and cramped.
Each time I tried to raise my head, the Driver pushed it back down.
I was so scared! I was afraid that I was going was going to wet myself.
I had to go to the bathroom really bad, but that was the least of my worries.
I couldn't even tell the Driver that I had to go, not with the gag filling my mouth. So I squirmed under the dashboard.
Momma always warned me about hitching rides. Daddy said if he ever caught me doing it, he would take me over his knee and give me a hiding.
I would rather take ten dozen spankings than be in the mess I was in now!
Usually I wouldn't hitch, but it was Saturday and there was a big sale at the Mall and it was too far from my house for me to walk.
I'm too young to drive, and Momma and Daddy had gone on a trip for the day, taking the car, so I couldn't get a ride from them.
I live out here in the suburbs, where there's no buses to speak of. So, if I wanted to get to the Mall, I had to hitch.
I didn't think there was anything to worry about. After all, this is a nice peaceful town, and it was the middle of the morning.
I walked along the side of the main road, sticking out my thumb when a likely car rolled along.
I was careful-when a car didn't look right to me, I didn't hitch.
Then the Driver came along.
He looked like a good ride. From what I saw of him as his car came along, he looked perfectly normal and safe.
He was a white middle aged man dressed in a suit and tie, and he had a pretty new car which looked like it might be fun to ride in.
So I turned and faced the oncoming car and stuck out my thumb.
At first I thought that he wouldn't stop, since the car passed me. But it slowed down and stopped farther up the road.
I ran up to the car-he opened the door on the passenger side.
I was smart-I thought. I gave him a quick once-over before I got in the car.
Like I said, he seemed perfectly safe to me.
He looked like he was in his middle forties, about the same age as Daddy.
He had short dark hair which was going thin on top, showing a lot of forehead. He was clean-shaven with a friendly face.
He wore a suit and tie, and looked real respectable. And he gave me a nice friendly smile when I opened the car door.
I figured this was a good ride, so I got in the front seat and shut the door.
He started up the car and drove away.
He asked me where I was going, and I told him I was going to the Mall. He said that he was headed in that direction himself.
That was great ... I settled into the seat and relaxed.
He asked me my name, and I told him it was Karen. He told me that he was a salesman and he was driving home after a business trip.
On the back seat was his briefcase. I didn't notice then, but he never told me his name, even though he asked me mine.
It was about an hour before noon. It was a warm spring day with lots of sun.
The road we drove down was a highway, so there were no traffic lights. We were about a half a mile away from the Mall when he pulled over.
He stopped on the shoulder of the road and put the car in park, with the engine still running. He opened up the glove compartment.
He took out a length of rope, the thin kind used for clotheslines. It had loops and knots already in it.
I got scared, but I was already too late. He grabbed me.
I screeched and screamed. The windows were up and the screams echoed inside.
"Come here, you little bitch!"
I tried to open the door. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and tore my T-shirt. He grabbed my arms.
He pushed me down on the seat. He was strong and there was nothing I could do to stop him. He pushed me forward.
He pushed me so that my head pressed my knees. He grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms behind my back.
He twisted them-they really hurt-and I kept on screaming.
He crossed my wrists, holding them both in his one hand while he threw a rope loop over them with the other hand and pulled them tight.
He tied my hands behind my back, pulling the ropes tight so that they cut into my skin. I was crying and hysterical.
I begged him to let me go-swore that I would never tell, if he would only let me go! He just laughed and laughed.
He pulled a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his jacket and held it to my face and pushed it against my mouth.
I knew he wanted to gag me so I clamped my jaws shut.
"So you want to play games, do you, honey?!"
He took hold of my tit and he squeezed it really hard, twisting the nipple so that it felt like a hot knife stabbed it.
I yelled from the pain, and while my mouth was open, he stuffed the handkerchief inside it.
I tried to spit it out but there would be none of that since it was in too deep.
He took off his tie-I thought he was going to strangle me with it!
Instead, he used it to hold the gag in my mouth. He crammed it between my jaws and pulled it tight, so it cut into the corners of my mouth.
He knotted it at the back of my head, pulling it even tighter.
"Children should be seen and not heard," he said. "Now, get down there!"
He pushed me off the front seat and down into the space on the floor below the dashboard, out of sight.
Then he started up the car and got back on the road and drove off.
It had all happened in less than a minute from the time he stopped.
There were no other cars on the road to see what had been done to me.
Now that I was held under the dash, I could not be seen by any passing cars. Anybody glancing at the Driver would see only him.
They would never suspect that just below, crouched on the floor on the passenger side, was a captive teen girl, bound and gagged!
I knew there was no escape.
I just prayed that he would only rape me, and not be a torturer.
He must have done this many times before, since he had all his stuff ready, and he knew exactly what moves to make.
Every now and then I tried to slip out from under-when I did, he would steer with one hand and push my head down with the other.
I was shaking and shivering. I wanted to vomit and go to the bathroom. I really had to hold myself in to keep from peeing my pants.
I lost all track of time. We drove for a while longer, maybe fifteen minutes, maybe half an hour, I don't know which.
The car slowed, and my heart beat faster.
The car turned, then rose. The road below sounded different,, like it was made of gravel or dirt. Rocks pinged against the underside of the car.
It climbed a steep hill which leveled out. The car drove slow now and lurched and rumbled, like we had left the road.
Then the car rolled to a halt and the Driver turned off the engine.
It was very quiet in the car. "Here we are, honey," the Driver announced.
He reached over me and unlocked the door on my side. He got out of the car and walked around to the other side and reached for me.
He took hold of my ankle and dragged me out of the car.
I fell on my bottom with a bump and lay on grassy ground. We were in an empty field, parked under some thick trees.
It was lonely and deserted. There was nobody but us here, not even a building or cabin in view, nothing but trees and grass and sky.
I lay on my back, pressing down on the hands bound behind me.
Tears burned my eyes and blurred my vision. I tried hard not to cry, but I couldn't help myself. My shirt was torn.
He must have pulled off the main road onto a dirt road which led up here. There were lots of areas like this not far outside town.
"Sugar and spice and everything nice, that's what little girls are made of," the Driver said. "Let's see what you're made of, Karen."
He started stripping me.
He crouched down at my feet and grabbed them and pulled off my sneakers and socks. I was scared stiff, too scared to even kick at him.
He reached for the catch of my jeans. I whimpered and cried.
He touched me between the legs, his thick fingers rubbing my crotch through the denim of the blue jeans, feeling how I was made.
He snapped open the catch of the jeans and pulled down the zipper.
He peeled back the denim flaps, exposing my flat pink tummy. He rubbed my belly while I squirmed and sobbed.
With the jeans open, he saw the panties which covered my pussy.
"My, my, Karen, what pretty pink panties you have on today! I'd like to think that you wore them specially for me, you little darling!"
"Let's have a better look at them," he said.
He took down my jeans. They were tight and molded to my body, so he had to tug them down my hips and peel them to the tops of my thighs.
Then he took hold of the cuffs and pulled the jeans off my legs.
The grass was cool and waxy against my bare legs. He tossed the jeans aside and looked at my pussy and my legs.
He pulled my legs open and squatted down between them, so I couldn't close them.
"What's that you say, Karen?" He mocked me. "Sorry, dear, but I can't quite make out what you're saying, not with that nasty old gag in your mouth."
He started touching my legs, running his fingers up and down my thighs.
"Maybe later we can get rid of that gag, Karen. I'd like to make use of that pretty little mouth of yours."
He touched my pussy through the panties.
"Yes, Karen, I think we should take down these panties, too."
I squirmed and wriggled. He took hold of the panties and rolled them to the tops of my thighs, licking his lips when he saw my sex.
"How lovely you are between your legs, Karen!"
My pussy is thin and narrow, with thin pussy lips and a light brown bush which hardly covers it.
He pulled the panties down my legs and tossed them by my jeans.
"And of course, we must take a look at those little titties!"
He lifted my shirt, pulling it up in front so that it was over the tops of my tits, which are about the size of plums.
"You're a skinny little thing," he said, "with not much meat on your bones. But that doesn't bother me, darling.
"You see, Karen, I like the girls when they're young and thin like you ... fresh and unspoiled ... and all naked.
"You know what I'm going to do, Karen? I'm going to fuck you.
"That's right, dear, I'm going to fuck you, not once, but often. And there isn't a thing you can do to stop me.
"You can't imagine what it's like for a man like me, Karen, to see all you hot little honeys on the street and in the schools.
"You little nymphets just can't imagine what you do to a man, with those wicked budding bodies and those sweet little girl faces.
"You parade around in those short skirts and show off your long legs and your tight rounded bottoms....
"You wear those skin-tight jeans, showing off every crack and fold and fissure of your little pussies. You all love to show it off, I know that!
"You pretend that you're all sweet and innocent, but that doesn't fool me. I know that it's all just a front, a phony front.
"Why, I'll bet that you're not a virgin, Karen. In fact, I'm so sure of it, that if you are a virgin, I won't touch you. I swear it.
"But if you're not a virgin, then you'll give it all up to me, your tits, your pussy, your mouth, all of it.
"So, let's see ... "
He was between my legs so I couldn't close them. He put his hand between them, and rubbed my pussy lips.
His fingers were long and thick. He held me down with one hand, all blades of grass being crushed under my bottom.
I cried when he poked and prodded my pussy lips with his finger.
He put his middle finger against the pussy lips and pushed it in.
He shoved his finger deep in me.
He was right-I was no virgin. Not many girls in my class at school were. This was the first time that T wished I had saved myself.
He put his finger really deep inside me. My pussy was tight and clutched his finger. He hurt me and I was more scared than ever.
I wet myself.
At first he thought I was getting wet with juices, then he realized what it was and he took his finger out and his hand away.
The piss was warm and hot and shameful as it spread down my crotch and on the inside of my thighs and on the grass.
"You little slut!"
He raised his hand to hit me, but then he saw by the way I was sobbing and squirming and shamed that it had been an accident.
He leaned back on his heels and laughed at me.
"One thing's sure, you're no virgin," he said. "I found out that much before you pissed all over yourself!
"You're a messy little bitch, Karen, a big baby. It's obvious that you haven't been properly toilet trained, you bad girl."
He got up and walked to a bush while I lay there with the wetness warm and sticky between my legs. Yellow drops clung to green blades of grass.
He broke off a thin branch from the bush. It was about three feet long and he pulled off all the leaves on it.
It was a switch and it was long and whippy.
"A good switching will teach you more self-control, Karen!"
He took hold of me by the heels and dragged me out of the shade into the sun.
He rolled me over so that I lay face down on the grass.
The grass was like a deep-pile carpet, cushioning my body. It pressed my nipples and my belly and my pussy and thighs.
It made me feel all itchy and crawly on my flesh.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson, Karen!"
He whipped me with the switch.
The switch didn't look like much. It was thin as a car radio antenna. But it cut into the flesh and hurt like anything!
It whooshed through the air and slashed across my buttocks.
The gag muffled my shrieks, and the ropes held my hands while he whipped my behind. There was no one around to hear me, anyway, no one but him.
The Driver took his time whipping me. I knew he was really getting off on it. .
The switch felt like a hot wire when it whipped my bottom. I jerked and groaned and shook when it landed on my bottom flesh.
The whippy switch curled around the curves of the ass cheeks and really stung them when it landed.
Tears blurred my eyes and I slithered on my belly to avoid the switch, but there was no avoiding it.
He gave me about fifteen or twenty strokes. He whipped me with one hand and he rubbed and played with his penis with the other.
When he finally stopped, I just lay there sobbing hopelessly. I would rather have been raped than to be whipped anymore.
My bottom burned and ached, and I didn't have the nerve to look over my shoulder and see the damage which had been done.
But my ass was really sore and burning.
Then he cleaned me off. He got a rag from the trunk of his car and he turned me over on my back so he could wipe my pussy.
I nearly fainted from the pain of pressing down on my beaten behind.
I put my weight on my shoulders and on the hands tied behind my back and on my heels-anything to stay off my whipped bottom.
He spread my legs and squatted between them and wiped the sticky yellow fluid off my pink upper thighs.
He rubbed my pussy really roughly with the rag, wiping it clean and dry. He rubbed it so roughly that the pussy lips got darker in color.
He flipped me back over on my belly, turning my ass up.
The rag was soaked with my piss. He smeared it on my whipped ass cheeks.
The stuff seeped into the open welts and lines cut by the switch. It felt like vinegar or salt or liquid fire.
I was pale and weak and trembling when the pain finally faded.
He stood over me, with one hand working between his legs.
"Look what I've got for you, Karen! Look!"
His stiff cock bulged monstrously in his pants.
INTERVIEW TWO
During her first interview, memories of her rape ordeal overcame Karen, and she was emotionally unable to continue her narrative.
On the second interview, she was able to find the inner strength to continue.
The Driver turned me over so I could watch him take off his clothes.
What a weird scene! The sun was high and warm and shining, the sky was blue, the trees and grass were green in this peaceful setting.
And yet there I was, stripped naked by a rape fiend!
The Driver was very precise and neat as he took off his clothes. He folded his jacket and carefully laid it on the car seat.
He unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it out of his pants. He had a hairy chest and belly and a spreading pot belly which slopped over his belt.
He took off his loafers and socks and stood barefoot in the tall grass.
He unbuckled his belt, opened his trousers, pulled down the zipper.
His stiff cock bulged in the front of his boxer shorts.
His belly might have been soft, but there was no softness in his swollen cock. The size of it scared me-it was like a club of flesh!
Then he tugged down his shorts and his stiff cock sprang up.
I groaned through the gag at the size of it. I had never been fucked by a cock that big. My pussy lips quivered.
His cock stood out straight from his hips, twitching and jerking. He was very hairy, furred like a beast in the patch over his cock and balls.
His balls were dark and bristling with thick hairs and tight.
"Yes, take a good look at my penis, Karen-it is impressive, isn't it? It's just the thing for saucy little sluts like you!"
He got down on the grass between my spread legs and stretched out on me.
"You better not urinate on yourself again, Karen-if you do, I'll whip your pussy with the switch, not your ass!"
My ass burned and ached from the switching as it was, and when his weight pressed down on me, the pain increased much more.
His man's weight was heavy on me, like a stone, pressing the breath from me so I could hardly gasp for breath.
I was squashed under him. His chest pressed my titties, pushing them flat.
The hair on his chest was thick and bristling and it scraped my nipples and made them ache with soreness.
His face was all red and swollen and looming over mine. It looked like a huge inflated balloon, oversized and leering.
His thing was hard and throbbing against my flesh....
He touched me all over, before he put his thing in me. He played with my hair, pulling my pigtails till the tears came from my eyes.
He pinched my cheeks and stroked my neck. He pawed my tits.
He squeezed them until the tits turned white and I gasped and moaned from the pain. Then he punished my nipples.
He took hold of the nipples and pulled them so that they were stretched far out from the tits. He let them snap back against my flesh.
The nipples got hard and throbbed heavily from that treatment.
He was moaning and groaning and his words got thicker and more slurred and I knew that he was going to put his thing in me.
He raised himself on his elbows and knees and took hold of his cock.
He prodded it against my pussy.
I almost fainted when he put it in me.
I was tight and fear made me dry. His cock head was fat and swollen and felt like a fist as it battered away at me.
It spread my pussy lips and stretched my membranes.
I squealed and sobbed through the gag, rolling my eyes and shivering and shuddering.
He couldn't get much more than the head in. He had to pull it out.
He slurped spit on his hand and smeared it on my pussy. He took more spit and rubbed it on the head of his cock.
Then he tried one more time.
The spit wet me and wet his cock and made it go inside me. It still stretched my pussy so wide that I thought I was being split down the center.
The Driver grunted and groaned and rammed his cock into me.
"Good God, you're so damned hot and tight-" he gurgled.
He pushed his cock in. Even with the spit wetting his cock and my pussy, he could only put his thing in an inch or so at a time.
Each time, he shoved his hips into me and worked his cock another inch of the way in. Then he had to keep it there.
Finally, just in self-protection, my pussy got wet with juices.
That really saved me, since he felt like he was tearing me apart when I was dry. When my juices oozed, it was able to go in easier.
He put it in all the way. Then he humped me, working his cock in and out, fucking me like he was pounding me into the ground.
He was really excited and it took him about five minutes of hard fucking before he came. He wedged his cock all the way inside me.
His cock spit semen into my pussy, filling it to the brim.
Almost as soon as he finished coming, he pulled out of me. His cock was red and rubbery and semi-erect. He got dressed in a hurry.
I didn't do anything but just lie there and feel him oozing inside me.
He got dressed in a hurry. "I'd like to stay and stick it to you some more, Karen, but I've got a business appointment this afternoon!"
"Besides," he added, as he got back in his car, "there's always another little cunt like you just down the road!"
He started up the car and drove away. I was terrified that it was a trick and that he would come back, but he didn't, thank God.
At last I managed to get loose from the ropes and the gag. My backside was covered with red stripes from the whipping with the switch.
I put my clothes back on and went down to the highway. I was a long way from home, miles and miles, and it took me hours to stagger to my house, but you better believe that there was no way I was going to hitch a ride.
CONCLUSION
Karen suffered a brutal and brutalizing ordeal, yet she got off lightly, considering what might have happened to her in that lonely field.
Young ladies, be warned! Do not take rides from strangers!
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Martha V. AGE: Forty-one
INTERVIEW ONE
Once again bondage rape returns as the dominant motif of a case history. Karen is a teenager, while Martha is a mature woman and mother. Yet Martha was restrained in bondage for a nightmarish rape session.
Martha is a mature and buxom brunette. She earns a great deal of money as a model of lingerie, for which her lush personal endowments qualify her. She is a woman with a strikingly attractive face and physique. But, since her divorce years ago, she has been sexually uninterested in either men or women. Her entire life centers around her teenage son, Damon. Martha and her son were living in a small tasteful house in the suburbs at the time of the following incident.
The burglars wanted to steal more than my money and jewelry.
They wanted money and jewelry too, and they were going to take them.
But first they were going to take me.
I could stand that. I could stand anything, as long as they didn't hurt Damon. Damon is more than my son, he's my life.
And the burglars had us, both of us, Damon and me. We were trapped and helpless and there was no escape.
There were two of them. Their names were North, and White. I don't know if those are their real names, or phony names they used to mislead the police.
It was the middle of the night during the week. The entire neighborhood was quiet and peaceful, with everyone safe asleep in their beds..
That's how my house must have looked, from the outside. But inside, things were different. Lust and terror had taken over.
We were all in my bedroom, the burglars, Damon, and I. North and White had brought him to me, to show me that they had him.
I'm a mother and I would do anything for my son-anything!
If Damon hadn't been there, I might have tried to fight, or jumped out the window, or screamed, or something.
But with my boy a prisoner of the burglars, I could not-must not resist.
The lights were out in my room. The light was on in the hall and it shone through the open doorway and into my room.
I was stripped naked and tied on my bed.
Damon was bound to a chair and gagged. He was naked, too. The chair faced the bed-the burglars wanted him to see everything!
He had to watch what they would do to me!
But I didn't care what they did to me, as long as they didn't harm my boy.
North was the taller of the two. He was long and thin. His flesh was pale white and lightly haired and he had long bony fingers.
North was shorter, wider, stronger. He was built like a bull, with a bull neck, massive shoulders, a square shaped torso.
His voice was thicker and huskier than White's. I guessed White was the thinker of the pair, and North was the muscle.
That's about all I can do in the way of describing them.
You see, they both wore masks-those pullover woolen ski masks with holes for the eyes and the mouth.
Both White and North wore those ski masks. They kept them on the whole time and never took them off once.
So I never saw either of their-faces, except for what I glimpsed through the eye holes and the space for the mouth.
I can tell you that neither of them is bearded or has a mustache. White has thin lips, and North has thick blubbery lips.
They were dressed identically, apart from the ski masks. They wore black sweaters and black pants and dark shoes and black gloves.
White had a bag, like a gym bag, an overnight bag. In it he kept his burglar tools, the tools he had used to break into the house.
It was after two o'clock in the morning and I had been sound asleep. Damon was fast asleep in his room down the hall from mine.
Neither of us ever heard White and North break into the house. They were professionals and they got in without waking us up.
We never heard them creep up the stairs. Maybe if they hadn't seen me, they would just have robbed the place and gone away.
But they did see me-and I saw them.
I woke up and sat up in the bed, not knowing why I was terrified. My heart beat wildly and I had a bone-dry mouth and I was covered with cold sweat.
Had I had a nightmare?
I sat up in the darkness, listening. I heard Damon cry out, then a curse, then the sound of a blow and Damon in pain.
I jumped up from the bed, the satin skirts of my night gown swirling around me as I dashed to the door and flung it open.
That's when I saw them.
The first one I saw was White, although I didn't know his name then. All I knew was that he was a masked, black-clad figure from my worst nightmares.
Then I saw past him, through the open door of Damon's bedroom. Damon crouched on the floor in his pajamas, cowering below North, who towered over him.
Instead of running, my maternal instinct launched me at White and I threw myself at him, ready to claw at his eyes with my nails.
But he was a cold-blooded hoodlum who knew how to handle even an outraged woman. He stopped me with a punch in the belly.
I almost vomited but not quite. The wind whooshed out of me and I fell down hard on my bottom, gasping and sucking for breath.
My legs landed so that they were spread open, and the hem of the night gown was high up on my thighs, showing most of them.
"Damn!" North gasped. "Look at that piece of ass!"
"I'll do more than look," White said.
He took hold of my arms and dragged me on my back into the bedroom.
I was still unable to draw enough breath even to scream for help. My head bumped the doorframe, stunning me more and making me see stars.
"Bring the kid in here, too," White called out.
I lay gasping on my back on the bedroom floor.
White crouched down beside me. He licked his lips. With the eye holes and the gaping mouth in the black wool of the mask, he looked like a skull. On top of the mask was an absurd red pom-pom which couldn't have been more grotesquely out of place.
He put his hands on my breasts and squeezed them. His black leather gloved fingers sank deep into the white flesh of my bosom.
He hurt me and I writhed on the floor.
"Nice tits," he said. He tore at the gown, baring my breasts.
The gown shredded as he ripped it off me, stripping me naked with his hard and hurting hands. I tried to fight him.
Then North came in. He held Damon from behind, with one meaty massive forearm locked around Damon's neck.
Damon's face was bright red and his eyes were bulging and his mouth was open.
North lifted Damon off the floor, strangling him.
I forgot all about myself and begged them not to hurt him.
White pressed his hand between my breasts and pushed me down on my back. He told North to let Damon down and ease his grip.
"Take it easy, lady," he said. "Nobody has to get hurt, as long as you play ball. You this little punk's mother?"
I said that of course I was.
"Where's Poppa?" North asked.
"I'm divorced. I live here with my son."
"Very cozy, Momma. Get up."
He took my hand and pulled and I got to my feet. I was all naked and I heard Damon gasp and squirm when he saw his mother's nudity.
North groaned and White chewed his lips when they saw my full firm breasts, curved body, wide womanly hips, taut thighs, and black bushed pussy.
North said, "Lady, you got one hell of a body. Hope you don't mind if we use it for a while."
Damon cried out and tried to fight North. But what could a teenage boy do against that brute of a man? Nothing.
I said to North, "Promise me that you won't hurt my son."
"Seems to me that I don't have to make you any promises at all, Momma. But I'm a fair man. The kid will be all right, as long as he doesn't get cute."
White went into the hall and got the bag he had left there. He left me alone and free, since North was holding Damon.
But of course, I wasn't free, not while they had my son. They had me.
White brought the bag into the bedroom and unzipped it. In addition to the burglar tools, there was a loop of strong thin rope.
He took out a knife with a wickedly sharp blade and cut lengths of rope.
They tied Damon first. While they were binding his hands behind his back, the drawstring of his pajamas came undone.
His pajama bottoms fell down his hips to his feet, so that he was naked.
It was my turn to gasp when I saw his nudity. He had the body of a young athlete, slim and long-legged and lithe.
His skin was smooth and very pale and white, just like mine, which made his dark black pubic bush stand out even more dramatically.
I knew that he wasn't a boy, of course, but I hadn't known what a man he was growing up into. He had a thick limp penis and heavy testicles.
Then it was my turn to look away. It wasn't right for a mother to stare at her naked son, not even under these stressful circumstances.
But I felt a warm red blush creeping over my face.
North and White didn't bother to put Damon's pajama bottoms back on. They just tied him naked to the chair.
It reinforced their control over him to have him stripped naked. And they gagged him to silence the stream of curses pouring from his mouth.
They tied him to a chair and turned that chair so that it faced the foot of the bed. Damon struggled uselessly against his bonds.
"Get on the bed, Momma," White commanded.
I got on the bed. He made me kneel on the mattress with my legs folded under me.
"Down, lady ... "
He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it down until my forehad pressed the mattress. He ran his hand down my spine.
His touch was hateful to me, and raised chills and goosebumps. He patted my bottom and then slapped it roughly.
"Fantastic ass ... now move those knees wider apart, Momma, that's it."
He made my spread my folded legs. It pulled the lips of my pussy taut, and made them feel achingly, nakedly vulnerable.
He took my arms and stretched them out along the sides. He put a rope loop over my right hand and right foot.
He pulled the loop until the rope cut into my flesh. He tied my right wrist to my right ankle. He did the same to my left hand and foot, binding them together.
Then he started feeling me all over. He pulled off his gloves and that's when I saw those bony long-fingered hands.
He pulled my breasts, his fingers sinking into the flesh, stretching them.
He rolled my nipples between his fingers. He pulled them and pinched them and made me cry out with sharp pain again and again.
When he stopped tormenting my breasts, the nipples were stiff and throbbing.
All the while, I heard North's thick, sadistic chuckling, and the stifled sound of Damon groaning through his gag.
White put his hand between my folded legs and roughly rubbed my pussy until the lips were sore and tingling from the rough usage.
He put his finger inside me, shoving it in and out.
His little sadisms aroused him, since when he walked back to my head, he moved in profile, and I saw the bulge of his stiff member.
He turned and faced me. I was bound kneeling on the bed with my head at the height of his groin, so that it was level with his genitals.
"Look what I got for you, Momma ... "
He stroked his stiff member through his pants, then opened them and pulled down the zipper and tugged pants and shorts down.
His stiff erection flopped out inches from my face.
I groaned with disgust, made a face, and turned my head to the side, moaning.
White grabbed a fistful of my black hair and twisted it by the roots, bringing tears to my eyes as he pulled my head up.
He held my hair in one hand and his penis in the other. He rubbed the head of the member against my face.
"I know that you're gonna suck me real good, Momma, because if you don't, my buddy over there will put a real bad hurt on your boy."
"Now open your mouth wide, Momma, because I got a big cock!"
I opened my mouth and he stuffed his penis inside it.
His erection was long and thick and throbbing as it stretched the comers of my mouth and pressed down on my tongue.
He put it so deep in my mouth that I gagged. He held my head in his hands.
"Suck it, Momma, suck that thing!"
He shoved his hips back and forth, rubbing his hard penis against my lips and tongue. My lips pressed his throbbing shaft.
I sucked him since I just wanted to get him off and get this nightmare over as soon as possible.
I rubbed my tongue against his thrusting member. He had a sour unwashed smell and the man-odor of him was thick and rank.
He panted for breath like he was running a long distance race.
Suddenly he put his penis deep into the back of my mouth, stuffing the thead into my throat. This time he did not pull out.
He came in my mouth, pumping his semen down my throat.
Again I fought the urge to vomit, as his slimy seed slid slowly down my gullet and into my stomach, which churned with agitation.
White kept his still-stiff penis in my mouth until he stopped coming, until there was no more than a thin drop trickling from his rod.
His penis throbbed when he pulled it out of my mouth. The taste of him was flat and slimy on my tongue, poisoning my mouth.
White was gasping and sighing. He didn't bother to pull up his pants. He crossed the floor with shuffling steps.
He sat on the cushioned bench of my vanity, his bony ass pressing white satin cushions, his penis smearing semen on them.
North said, "How's about letting somebody else get some of that?"
"There she is," White said. "Help yourself."
North had to slap me a few times to get hard. He cracked his meaty palm against my head, stunning me with the impact.
Both cheeks burned where he hit me, burned and ached. My lips were puffy and numb and a thin trickle of blood oozed from the corner of my mouth.
That aroused North. His stiff penis seemed ready to crash through his trousers. He pulled them down and brandished his cock in my face.
He was bigger even than White. North pushed his hard penis in my mouth. It was a horse's cock which choked me.
Just like White, he fucked my mouth and then he made me swallow down his come.
But neither of them were done with me yet....
North was as hard as ever when he took his erection out of my mouth.
INTERVIEW TWO
The time limits of the fifty-minute session used by we of the psycho-analytic profession, prevented Martha from completing her account during her first interview.
On her second interview, she managed to confront the full enormity of that night of double-and, as you will see, triple-rape.
North raped my pussy after he fucked my mouth.
He hooked his forearm under my belly and moved me on the bed so that my backside was close to the edge of the bed.
He approached me from behind, the club of flesh that was his member thick and red and sticky and dangling heavily.
The cheeks of my bottom were arched back and stretched taut and shiny from the hand-to-feet position I was bound in.
North inched up to the bed's edge and pressed his member against me.
He slapped the member against the crack of my buttocks. The swollen rod made a meaty thud when it whacked my bottom flesh.
He rubbed his penis against my smooth hot buttocks. While he did that, he shoved his middle finger between my legs.
I grunted when he shoved his middle finger up inside me, burying it up to the knuckle with one savage thrust.
My face was pushed into the mattress. I pressed the flat of my tongue against the sheet to wipe some of his slimy come off.
He finger fucked me and juices oozed from my pussy. He took his finger out and brought his cock down to the slit.
I moaned and my pussy lips quivered when he prodded them with his cock head. He was trying to tenderize the meat by pounding it.
He then pushed the cock head inside me. My pussy lips twinged when they were spread. He was so thick that I cried from the pain of the stretching.
Tears blurred my eyes as he put his thing up into me. He wrapped his paw-like hands around my hips and gripped them tightly.
He held them so tightly that there were purple bruises marking where the fingers had gripped the flesh. But I didn't see them until much later.
He crammed his cock inside me and shoved it deep. Then he raped me, shoving his cock in and out, working it roughly and painfully.
My pussy went numb from the strain of that rod of flesh battering away at it.
Each time he shoved into me and pushed his cock deep, I was jarred forward, pushed off balance so that my face pressed the mattress.
His member burned hotter with each stroke.
He reached the hottest point and he put the cock deep and kept it there.
I was moaning just from the sheer ache of having my membranes stretched tight from the thickly swollen penis.
They were stretched tighter still when he came.
His throbbing member pumped out masses of gushing semen which filled me with his filth. I felt unclean.
North groaned like a dying man as he came.
Finally he stopped groaning and grunting and pulled out of me.
It hurt almost as much to have his cock go out of my pussy as it did to fit it in. The sore membranes shrieked their pain.
His cock head pushed out my pussy lips as it popped free of them.
His filth was thick and oozing between my legs. I buried my face in the mattress while hot tears scalded my eyes.
I sobbed for a moment, my pussy quivering from the rough raping.
Then a pulling pain at the top of my scalp caused me to lift up my head when White took hold of my hair by the roots and jerked it up.
"Hey, Momma, I got a little surprise for you," he gloated.
I blinked away some of my tears and saw Damon standing at the bedside.
White and North stood on either side of him, holding him by his bound arms, holding him up, so that he faced me.
They had untied him from the chair and brought him to me.
He was naked-and throbbingly erect.
"Damon!" I gasped.
He sobbed with shame, unable to speak. But his aroused condition did the talking for him. His penis stood up massively stiff and swollen.
His bobbing rod of flesh jutted from his hips, rising up, twitching.
"How about that, Momma?" White crowed. "Sonny boy here got a hard-on from watching his mother get fucked!"
Damon couldn't deny it. He was gagged, but even if he hadn't been, what White had said was true. The truth was as undeniable as Damon's monumental erection.
"Seeing as how you're such a loving mother, Momma, I guess you'll be happy to do Sonny boy like you done us-by sucking him off!"
"You're crazy!" I said.
"You'll do it, or I'll cut if off at the root, Momma!"
"Fucking A, bitch," North agreed.
They meant it, too-I knew that.
"I'll do it, damn you to hell!"
"At a way, Momma! Give Sonny boy here his first blow job!"
They moved me so that I once more faced the bed's edge. Only this time it wasn't the cock of a rapist that I faced-it was the stiff penis of my own son!
But, like I said, I would do anything for my boy, anything.
I opened my mouth and took the member inside. Maybe Damon had tried to make his erection go away, but it was stiff as a rock.
It got even stiffer as I started sucking it.
Damon was terrified and utterly shamed. He kept his eyes closed and hung his head and tears trickled out from under his eyelids.
He could hardly stand, his legs were rubbery and his knees were weak. But North and White held him up while I sucked him.
I molded my mouth around his stiff member. There was something clean and wholesome about his young man's penis, something fine.
After all, this was a small price to pay for saving his life.
I pressed the penis shaft with my puckered lips. He stood in place while I bobbed my head back and forth, moving my sucking mouth up and down his rod.
I rubbed the underside of the penis with my tongue, and slurped and sucked at its swollen head.
My mouthing got to Damon. Against his will-or was it?-he started working his hips back and forth, thrusting his erection into my mouth.
Soon all his inhibitions had vanished and he was pumping his penis forward, while I moved my head to meet him.
"Hey, look at Sonny boy go! He's really into it!" White cackled.
"Yeah-and look at Momma give him head!" North howled.
Damon shoved his cock faster and harder until the rod was a blur of motion sliding over my lips. He pushed it deep in my throat.
He kept it there, and came.
His semen splashed against the back of my throat. I applied suction to his rod, milking every last drop of come from the penis.
Damon gasped and groaned like he was giving up the ghost.
His semen trickled down my throat, thick and warm. Finally his penis stopped squeezing drops of semen down my gullet.
White said, "Remember this, Momma-if you report this to the police, you'll have to testify about how you sucked off your son!"
He and North packed up the last of the cash and jewelry, and exited. Lucky for me that the jewels were mostly paste copies of the costly originals, which I keep safely tucked in a safe deposit box.
That meant that I wouldn't have to report the theft to the insurance company, or the police. I wrote off the loss of the money.
You see, there was another, more important reason for my not reporting the rape and theft to the authorities.
After White and North had gone, Damon was the first to get free from his ropes. After much struggling, he twisted his hands loose from the loops.
"Hurry and untie me, Damon!" I cried.
Damon went around behind me. I thought his fingers would pluck open the knots of the ropes binding my hands to my feet.
Instead, something long and warm and thick and throbbing rubbed my buttocks.
It was his penis, which stiffened into an erection as he moved it down to the lips of my quivering pussy.
"Damon!" I gasped. "Damon, what are you doing?!"
"I need you, Mother." He rubbed his penis head against my pussy. "I must have you!"
"Damon, no! Don't-oh, Damon! Oh, what are you-oooooooh, Damon, honey!"
Damon penetrated me with his long thick penis and gave me the best fucking I ever had in my life, one which erased all the hurt from the burglars.
After we both climaxed, my son untied me. He knew that he didn't need to tie his mother down to fuck her. I was open to him from now on.
CONCLUSION
No doubt the emotional strain of the ordeal ignited incestuous passions.
Martha and her teen son might never have made love, had not Fate entered the picture in the form of the burglars.
Here, bondage produced Oedipal passion.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Rita T. AGE: Twenty-three
INTERVIEW ONE
Rita's case history is less sinister than those of young Karen or womanly Martha (although it could be argued that Martha's story had a happy ending, since she and her son are now ecstatic lovers).
Rita is an office worker, a secretary who has worked in offices since she graduated from secretarial school after high school.
She is a tall and leggy redhead, with high firm breasts and a rounded bottom, green eyes, creamy skin, and very dark red lips.
Rita has a submissive streak. It took her boss at the office to develop this streak to its fullest and immerse her in bondage and sexual slavery.
Barton undressed me. I love to be undressed by a man.
There's something thrilling about having a man take off your clothes. I love that feeling of being done to ... it excites me.
I don't know why it is. Oh, sure, my mother was a prude when it came to sex, and she thought (and thinks, I guess) that it's dirty.
So maybe that has something to do with the way I am. I just know that I like to be moved and controlled and made love to.
I like to be the passive plaything of a strong man who commands my actions.
Barton is such a man. He's my boss, and my master.
He's married and has a wife and two kids whose picture he keeps on his desk, but I don't care. I'm not jealous.
His being married only makes it more sinful and thrilling for me.
On the morning of which I'm speaking, it was a little before eleven. I had cleared up all of the morning correspondence and calls.
So it was time for fun and games.
I tingled when Barton flipped the switch of his intercom and told the receptionist in the outer office to hold all calls for the next half hour.
I folded my dictation pad and put it neatly on the desk.
My belly twisted with excitement. My heart beat fast, pounding my pulse. There was a great restlessness filling me.
Barton got up from behind his desk and went to the door of his private office and locked it, then he came back to me.
On his desk was a paperweight which showed my reflection like a mirror. The image was distorted, but I looked at it to make sure that I looked good.
I thought that I did. My short red hair was freshly washed and shampooed and set, and it was all fluffy and full around my face.
My brows were darkened, and my green eyes were accented with the touch of blue shadow and liner. My lashes were full and dark.
My lips were red and moist. I like the natural ripe redness of them best, so I only used a clear lip gloss to make them look wetter.
I felt wet myself, between the legs.
Barton sat down back behind his desk. He rested his big hands on the green desk blotter and pressed the palms together.
He made a steeple of his fingers and he stared over it at me.
I knew that we weren't boss and employee now-we were master and slave.
My nipples tingled, puckered, and got stiff.
Barton is in his late thirties, a dynamic executive who's risen high and fast in the company hierarchy.
He has short dark hair, a wide strong-featured face, thin lips, dark deep-set eyes. He is clean-shaven, with a wonderful body.
He's a real exercise nut, and he works out often at the gym, keeping his muscular body taut and trim and toned and firm.
He works out at the office, too.
He wore a conventional three-piece suit and tie, white shirt. Sunlight glinted off his gold Swiss watch as he moved his hand.
"Come around here to me, Rita."
I pushed back my chair and got up. Conscious of keeping good posture, I stood very straight and tall. My high heels helped.
My nylons rustled as I walked back behind his desk. He ordered me to pull the blinds down and cover the big window.
The view looked out on another towering office building. I pulled the cord and the blinds came down with a flutter, covering the glass.
Now it was nice and private, and nobody across the way could see what we did, nobody could see what Barton did to me....
He spun around in his swivel chair so that he faced me.
I went to him and he put his strong hands on my hips and squeezed them.
"Oh, Barton-" I sighed.
"Shhhhh ... no talking. I've better uses for that mouth of yours."
He pulled the tails of my pale green long-sleeved blouse out from the top of my skirt, then stood up to unbutton it.
When he stood up, he was much taller than me, even with my high heels on. I pressed my legs together to keep the trembling knees from knocking.
He opened the blouse from the neck to the navel. He took it off me and I stood there with my frilly pink bra on.
He rubbed the tops of my breasts where they emerged from the pink bra cups. The breasts jiggled as he caressed them.
"Your nipples are hard."
He tweaked and pinched them both through the bra cups.
"Are you wearing your pretty garter belt and stockings, Rita?"
"Yes, master."
"Show me."
I took hold of the hem of my knee-length skirt and pulled it up to my waist.
I wore a lacey pink garter belt, matching the bra, and a pair of flesh colored nylons held in place by fat pink garters.
I wore no panties, so I was nude between the garter belt and the stockings.
"Very good, Rita!"
"Thank you, master."
He squeezed my bare hip, then my bare buttock. My flesh tingled where he touched me. He caressed my hips and belly.
My bush is a rich dark brown color, glossy, with smoky red highlights. My pussy lips are a deep dark blushing rose color.
"Open your legs for me, Rita."
I moved my high-heeled feet shoulder-width apart. The high heels accented the contours of my legs and made my ass full and high.
Barton stroked my stockinged legs, his hands rustling against the nylons. He reached for my pink thighs at the tops of the stockings.
I shivered when he caressed my smooth and sensitive upper thighs.
He reached between my legs and fondled my pussy.
He toyed with my bush, curling the soft reddish brown hairs around his fingers, then letting them uncurl in soft spirals.
He stroked sensual heat into my pussy lips. He didn't put his finger inside, he just massaged heat into the fleshy lips.
"Let's see the rest of you, Rita. Take off that bra."
"Yes, master."
I reached behind my back, plumping up my breasts in the bra cups. I unhooked the back strap, and the bra came undone.
My breasts tumbled free from the bra cups, the nipples throbbing.
I stood with my hands at my sides and my head submissively bowed, awaiting his commands, shivering with excitement.
Barton unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk. My pussy quivered, since that was where he kept his special bondage gear.
Inside the gray metal drawer were handcuffs, gags, binders, cuffs, clips, clamps, dildos, leather straps and paddles.
Before I had become his slave, I didn't know about such things. Since then, I had had all those different items used on me, singly and in combination.
And I loved them all.
Barton held up a glittering pair of mirror-finish metal handcuffs.
"Turn around, Rita, and put your hands behind your back."
I followed his command. My nipples throbbed even harder when the cold steel of the bracelets circled my wrists.
They locked into place with a satisfying metallic click.
When my hands were cuffed, Barton fondled my bottom, squeezing and stroking the bare buttocks, running his hands over them.
He sank his gripping fingers into the ass cheeks and pried them apart.
He rubbed my tiny asshole with his fingers. Then he closed the buttocks and put his hands on my hips and turned me around.
He sat down in his executive style swivel chair and pulled me on his lap.
I sat with my bare buttocks pressing heavily against his groin.
I felt his hardness rising up and throbbing against my soft backside. I moaned with wanting and squirmed, rubbing his cock and balls with my rear.
He kissed me on the mouth. Dreamily I closed my eyes, while he put his tongue in my mouth, rubbed my tongue, tasted me.
He rubbed and fondled my breasts while he kissed me. Finally he took his mouth off mine, and put it on my naked breasts.
He kissed the breasts and nibbled on the hard, throbbing nipples, sucking them up between his lips and chewing them.
Sensations shot through me. My breasts felt super sensitive, and they trembled when the sharp sensations sizzled through them.
I felt them deep down in my pussy, which was drenched with wetness. As he licked and chewed my nipples, I rubbed my bottom harder against his groin.
I gasped when he put his hand between my legs and fondled my pussy.
He asked me if I had been a good girl.
"Yes, master, of course I have!" I answered, breathless from the fondling.
"Have you? Are you sure that you haven't been with any other man besides me?"
"Positively, master!" I answered truthfully.
"What about girls? Have you been to bed with any of them?"
"Oh, master," I giggled, "I never do that."
"Never?" he demanded.
I hesitated an instant before answering, and he picked right up on it.
I confessed, "Well, when I was in junior high school, I slept over at my best girlfriend's house a lot, and we always shared a bed-"
"Yes? Do go on, Rita."
He was excited, and so was I. It was hard for me to speak, when he pressed the tip of his finger against my pussy and pushed it in.
My thick juices oozed against the invading finger. He slid it in and out, back and forth, slowly and deeply.
"What did you and your little girlfriend do in bed, Rita?"
"Well, we used to pretend that she was a boy, my boyfriend, and that we were making out in bed, and, uh, you know, doing it."
He wanted more. I went on, "She would always be the boy, and get on top of me, and we would kiss and rub and make out and everything."
"What else, Rita? I know that there's more."
"Well, when we did it, we were, uh, naked ... but that was over ten years ago, and I've never been with a female since."
"Have you wanted to?"
Again I hesitated for a fraction of a second.
"You're being very evasive today, Rita. Perhaps some discipline will jog your memory and teach you to be more honest with your master."
"What are-what are you going to do, master? "
"I'm going to take you over my knee and spank you like the little girl you are!"
I almost climaxed from that announcement-and from what his finger had done to me when he pushed it in and out of my pussy.
Now he took the finger out, but I knew that when the punishment was done, my master would be putting more than a finger inside me.
He stood me up on my shaking legs. "Are you able to take your medicine like a big girl, Rita? Or do you need to be gagged?"
"I guess I'd better have a gag, master."
"I guess you'd better, Rita."
He rummaged through the bottom drawer of his desk.
He came up with a gag ... the Penis Gag.
It made my mouth water just to see it.
It was made of hard black rubber and leather straps and metal rings and buckles.
The gag part was shaped like a penis, with a streamlined head and short thick shaft which fit tightly between the jaws.
I licked my lips, wetting them.
Barton said, "Open your mouth, Rita."
He put the Penis Gag between my lips. The hard black rubber filled my mouth from the roof to the tongue, stretching the corners.
The gag was held in my mouth. He buckled its leather straps in place at the back of my neck, pulling the notch of the buckle tight.
Now I was cuffed, and my mouth was filled with a penis-shaped gag.
I was ready for my spanking.
Barton pulled me down across his lap, my stockings rustling against his slacks.
His thighs were taut and hard, but not nearly so hard as his stiff penis.
He pulled me face down over his lap in the traditional spanking position. My bush and pussy pressed his swollen cock and balls.
My bare breasts rubbed the side of his hard thick thigh. It felt good to be held and controlled in such safe strong hands.
First he teased me, whispering in a low soft voice all the things he would do to me and how I had been a bad girl.
As he spoke, he fondled my buttocks, smoothing them with his hands, rubbing them and pushing them together and pulling them apart.
He tightened his grip on me and then he spanked me.
We were at the end of his office farthest from the closed door, outside of which the receptionist sat at her desk.
I had been disciplined many times in the office, and not for the first time, I wondered if the receptionist could hear what was going on.
Maybe she could, and she practiced the old saying of "see no evil, hear no evil." Or maybe she was in on the scene, too.
That made me jealous, thinking that she might be one of Barton's slaves. But the envy was exciting even though it was tormenting.
It made me suffer emotionally, and that was good for me.
Barton's spanking hand cracked down on my rear, paddling my buttocks. The ass cheeks rippled with each solid swat and smack.
I squirmed on his lap, but he held me tightly in place. His hand came down again and again, making heat rise from my rear.
I moaned into the gag whose rubber penis filled my mouth.
I hoped that soon I'd have the real thing in my mouth....
First, though, I had to take my spanking. I must have gotten a good twenty solid swats, each of them making my behind sore and stinging.
This was a mild spanking, compared to some of the ones I've gotten when Barton and I stay after office working hours for sex S&M sessions.
At times he's blistered my bottom with over one hundred swats.
Sometimes, for serious discipline, he does me with a leather strap.
That strapping hurts the most, and makes me sob like a little girl. But maybe that's why it's the most effective.
But the spanking was effective enough, since Barton's a big strong man with a solid hard hitting hand which raised heat from my rear.
By the time he finished the spanking, my bottom was warm and burning, and my eyes were wet with moisture as tears leaked from them., My nipples were stiff and throbbing, and my pussy lips quivered.
Inside my slit, I was a mass of wet heat.
The heat from my spanked rear seeemed to meet the heat from my pussy, so that the middle of my body, crotch and rear, were burning.
Chills rose up on my flesh as Barton fondled the ass cheeks he had just spanked.
He opened my stockinged legs and rubbed my pussy.
Not even the gag could stifle all my moans as he rubbed the lips of my slit.
I rocked my hips, rubbing my pussy against his hand.
He put his middle finger in my slit. I was wet, and his finger slid right in me. He buried it up to the knuckle.
He finger-fucked me for a while. I felt his hardness under me.
As he worked his finger in and out of my pussy, I rubbed my hips against his lap, grinding against his groin.
He took his finger out of my slit and wiped my juices off on my spanked rear.
Then he eased me off his lap and on to my feet.
He cleared off a space on his desk, shoving all the office items and folders and papers to the far edges of the desk.
He turned me so that I faced the desk and then he bent me forward from the waist and made me bend forward across the desk top.
My upper body pressed the green blotter of the desk. I turned my head to the side, the gag still filling my mouth.
My breasts were pressed against the desk top. My ass was arched backward, while my high heeled feet were firmly planted on the floor.
Barton took off his jacket and draped it over the back of his chair.
He rose and stood behind me and fondled me some more.
He played with my breasts, belly, and bottom. He stroked my hips and patted my backside and caressed my stockinged thighs.
I heard him unbuckle and open his belt, pull down his zipper. His slacks rustled as they dropped down his legs and fell to the floor.
Something wide and warm and throbbing touched my flesh-his penis.
He was awesomely hard. He leaned into me, his stiff cock rubbing up and down against my ass, which tingled from soreness.
He put his hand between my legs and spread them wider.
He rubbed his cock head down the crack of my ass and over my pussy. He massaged the pussy lips with the wide head of his cock.
I rocked my hips in response as he worked the cock head back and forth over my slit.
I was really eager and hungry for him to stick it in. But I couldn't even beg, no, not with the gag which filled my mouth.
I begged with my body, leaning back to rub my naked bottom against his groin.
Luckily for me, he was hot and eager, too.
He pressed the head of his cock against my quivering slit.
He opened the pussy lips with his cock head, gasping as it was engulfed by my hot wet membranes.
I was so happy that I was now being fucked ... he put it to me.
He didn't lubricate his cock. I was so wet inside that I hardly needed any additional lubrication, but it was a tight fit when he first put it in.
His cock stretched and filled me as he put it deep in me.
He took hold of my hips and fucked me.
He filled and thrilled me with long deep strokes, so satisfying.
When he put his cock deep, his hips slammed my buttocks, making them twinge with heat and ripple from the impact.
I was already super turned on, since I didn't have far to go for my climax.
His hard red rod pumped in and out of my pussy. He had me pushed against the desk so he was able to fuck me really hard and forcefully.
His cock got hotter and hotter inside me until it reached the melting point.
When he was going to come, he put it deep in my pussy and kept it there.
My quivering membranes clutched his cock while it swelled for the orgasm.
Come jetted from the cock head, pumping into my pussy, filling me with thick cream.
He came like a gusher ... seemed like he would never stop.
Inside, I was burning, and the come quenched the fires of my pussy.
I couldn't see him, since he was behind me and my head was turned to the side. But I felt him inside me, with his jerking spurting cock.
He gave some last shoves of his hips and put the cock to me and squeezed the last drops of come from it.
I was filled to the brim with his semen, which filled me from the depths of my pussy to the very lips of my slit.
Sweat rolled off my face and left smeared patches on the desk blotter. But that's okay, that's what the blotter was for ... to blot.
We rested and caught our breath and recovered our strength.
He kept his cock in me after he stopped coming. He was still hard.
At last he roused himself and pulled out of me. He squeezed my hip as he slid his swollen cock out of my pussy.
My pussy thrilled to the sensual feeling of the cock gliding out of it.
Then he pulled out, and I was filled only with masses of thick cream which oozed from my slit, smearing on my pussy lips.
Barton patted my bottom and parked his own bottom on the seat of his swivel chair.
He sat with his pants and shorts down at his feet and his bare bottom on the seat. His cock was thick, red, rubbery.
He turned me around so that I faced him. My pussy lips quivered with each move.
He pulled me forward so he could undo the gag. First he fondled my bare breasts. Their diamond hard nipples demanded attention.
Then he took off the gag, unbuckling it in the back and pulling the black rubber penis from my mouth, the shaft slippery with saliva.
I worked my jaws from side to side, and wiggled my tongue, to loosen them up after having been gagged for a while.
Barton had an even better loosener for my mouth, something to really work out on.
He made me get down on my knees and crawl under the desk.
Moving was awkward, with my hands cuffed behind my back. Having them cuffed made my breasts stand out even more than normally.
I fitted myself in the square-shaped space under the desk. It was a tight, confining cubbyhole-warm and dim.
Barton pushed his chair forward, spreading his legs and exposing his crotch.
Being a good and smart slave, I didn't need to be told what to do.
My head was level with his legs. His hairy, muscular thighs brushed my cheeks as I put my head between his legs.
He gripped his cock and rubbed it against my face.
I kissed his balls. They were tight and throbbing. His cock jumped and got thicker and more rigid when my tongue licked its base.
I opened my mouth and Barton put his penis inside it.
I pressed my puckered lips against the shaft, which throbbed heavily. I rolled my tongue against the underside of the cock.
It had been semi-erect when I took it in my mouth, but within seconds it had become outrageously hard and erect once more.
As it grew in my mouth, I had to pull back to keep from choking on the cock head which filled my throat.
I sucked and slurped at the rod of flesh filling and fucking my mouth.
I bobbed my head back and forth, moving my mouth up and down the shaft, back and forth, stroking and sliding and sucking.
Since Barton had already come once, the urgent edge of his need was somewhat blunted, and he could go for a long time without coming.
That was fine with me, since I love to suck cock.
My jaws soon throbbed with soreness, and my tongue ached, but I kept on going.
The member seethed with heat in my mouth. My head bobbed faster and faster.
Barton reached under the desk and took hold of my head, his palms pressing my cheeks.
He put his cock deep in my throat, jamming its head down the gullet.
His cock head was a plug of flesh in my flexing throat.
He came, his cock twitching and jerking on my tongue.
Semen, thick and creamy, splashed against the back of my throat.
I gulped it down, swallowing it and sucking more.
Outside, in the business offices, the employees were leaving for their lunch hour.
Inside, I had already dined on the meal I enjoy most-the thick cream from my master's hot hard cock.
INTERVIEW TWO
Sado-masochistic sexual activity, rituals of dominance and submission, open doors in behavior and the psyche which, once opened, are hard to close.
The dominator and the dominated, like addicts, require ever-stronger jolts and doses of their sexual kicks.
Rita was introduced to a new kind of servitude....
I was mostly undressed and tied to a chair when Susannah claimed me.
It was late, almost six o'clock on a Friday night. The offices were all but deserted, since the employees had wasted little time in clearing out at five o'clock.
I was bound and gagged to an office swivel chair in Barton's office.
I wore a black lace garter belt, stockings, high heels. All my other clothes and undergarments had been removed and put aside.
My hands were tied behind my back, and tied in such a way that the back of the chair was between my hands and my back.
My bare bottom pressed the slick black vinyl of the chair. I sweated, and the sweat made my buttocks stick to the slippery vinyl.
I was slippery myself, inside my dripping pussy.
The chair legs all had little roller wheels on the ends, so the chair could be moved around the office by sliding it.
My feet were spread and tied to the chair legs so that my own legs were open.
The penis-shaped gag was stuffed in my mouth.
I was deliriously happy. The weekend had come, and Barton had promised me an extra special session for this evening.
I didn't know how special it was going to be.
"I have a surprise for you, Rita." He squeezed my bare shoulder.
I tilted my head so I could rub my cheek against the hand on my shoulder. He played with my breasts, then moved away.
"A very special surprise ... "
He crossed the room to the door, unlocked and opened it.
I wasn't worried, since the other workers had all gone home a long time ago.
Or so I thought.
But I learned differently when Susannah entered the office.
At first, I didn't recognize her. All I knew was that I was not alone with Barton, that someone else-a woman-was present in the outer office.
I was petrified with fright, guilt, shame. These games of bondage, discipline, domination, and submission were delicious.
But they had to be kept private. I couldn't bear for others to know of the things that I did to and for and at the command of Barton.
My first thought was that he had made a horrible mistake and that someone was present that he hadn't known about and we would both be found out.
Then Susannah came in, and I recognized her after my blind panic.
Susannah is one of the company bigs, an executive vice president. She's higher on the corporate ladder than Barton, much higher.
She's in her late forties, tall and leggy, aristocratic, with a thin chiseled face, short silver hair, and a lithe long legged body.
She was dressed in the conventional business outfit she wore to work-a gray tweed blazer, dark blouse, tweed skirt, nylons, shoes.
She and Barton entered the office and came to me.
They walked arm in arm ... that was when I knew that this was no chance meeting, but that Barton and Susannah were in on this together.
I squirmed so violently in the chair that I nearly toppled it over.
Now I knew the real meaning of bondage. I wanted to speak, to question, to shout out-but the penis gag muffled my words.
I wanted to cover up my nakedness, but the ropes held me tight.
All I could do was writhe helplessly when they came to me.
"Calm yourself, Rita, you'll do yourself an injury!" Susannah laughed.
My face was red and burning with shame-how could Barton do this to me?!
He and Susannah both enjoyed the sight of my humiliation.
Susannah looked me up and down. She had cold clear eyes, but now they glittered hotly as they scanned me from head to toe.
All of me was open to her inspection-my bare breasts with their stiff nipples, my thick reddish brown bush, my quivering pussy lips.
"Isn't Rita lovely?" Barton said.
"Divine," Susannah agreed. "You've been very naughty, keeping her for yourself!"
"That's why I decided it was time to share the wealth," Barton laughed.
Susannah rested her hand on my shoulder and squeezed. Her grip was strong.
"I suppose that you could do with a word of explanation, Rita," she began.
"The fact is simple, dear. You are a slave, and as such, exist to be used for the pleasure of your master."
"In this case, it pleasures your master to loan you to me, so I may enhance and expand your education in submission, dear girl."
Barton added, "That's right, Rita. Susannah is an expert on domination, and there is a lot you can, and will, learn from her."
He added, "Now, don't disappoint me, Rita, not after I've told Susannah what a good little submissive you are."
"You must obey her as you would me," Barton said. "Failure to comply with my instructions in this matter will end our relationship."
He turned to Susannah. "Well, she's all yours."
Meaning me!
Susannah clutched his upper arm. "Will you be a dear boy, and help me get her to my office? That's where I want to take her tonight."
"Glad to. I can just roll her right in on the chair."
Barton stood behind the chair and pushed me across the floor and out the office into the hall, like he was pushing a wheelchair.
It was strange to be out in the hall, where the overhead florescent lights were mostly off, leaving the halls dim and shadowy.
Here was the office environment where I worked five days a week-now I was tied to a chair and wheeled through it!
Susannah's office was much bigger and more lavish than Barton's, reflecting her higher status in the company.
She unlocked the door and I was pushed into the office.
There was a wall to wall royal blue carpet, a massive desk, some filing cabinets, and a leather padded couch and some furniture.
Barton wheeled me to the middle of the room.
"That's fine, thanks," Susannah said.
Barton said to me, "I have to go, Rita, but you'll be in good hands with Susannah. Remember, this is a very important test for you.
"You've always given me the best of your submissive services, and I know you'll do the same for Susannah.
"Susannah will be giving me a full report on this session, Rita. I know that you won't disappoint me.
She kissed him, pressing her front against him, rubbing her hips against his groin. She reached around to his rear.
With easy and practiced familiarity, she cupped and patted his buttocks through his trousers, while he stirred with excitement.
They kissed with mouths open and tongues thrusting. After a while, when they broke off the kiss, hot color showed in his cheeks.
"You're making it hard for me to leave, Susannah."
"I made it hard for you, period." And she squeezed the member which now bulged stiffly in the crotch of his trousers.
"Now, be a dear boy and leave me alone with this charming submissive."
Barton said goodbye and exited the room. I listened to his footfalls go down the hall and fade when he left the suite of offices.
Now I was alone with Susannah.
"Rita," she began, "I've been looking forward to this meeting for some time! Barton's told me all about you, dear, and I do mean all!
"You are a pretty thing," she said. "Smooth skin ... lovely face ... excellent high firm breasts ... yes, I can use a girl like you!
"And, as for this sweet pussy of yours, I can make use of that, too!"
She opened the locked drawer of a filing cabinet and she took out a strip of long and slinky black cloth which she brought to me.
It was a blindfold, as I discovered when she put it over my eyes and knotted it at the back of my head.
Now I was in darkness, and my anxiety increased a hundredfold.
I was in turmoil. Things had happened so fast, taking me unaware! I didn't know what I should do, or say, or anything!
But then I realized that when you don't know what do do, the best thing is to do nothing at all, and let things be done to you.
I was a submissive, after all-so I would submit.
"I'll take off that blindfold, Rita, when I'm ready for you."
There was the sliding, rustling sound of garments being taken off and put on. Some breathless moments of suspense passed.
Then she took off the blindfold.
Silver was her theme-she wore a silver satin push-up bra which bared her nipples, a matching garter belt, silver silk panties, silver stockings, and a pair of knee-high silver lame boots with pointed toes and high spiked heels.
She looked extremely impressive.
Her hair was cut short and boyish, shorter than mine. She had the kind of delicately featured face which could get away with very short hair.
Her aristocratic face had deep-set eyes, high cheekbones, and a wide-lipped mouth which looked hungry and wanting.
Hungry-for me!
She was long and slim and lean, with well defined wiry muscles.
Her breasts, the size of apples, were cupped and lifted by the half-cups of her shiny silver satin bra.
Her belly was flat, her hips were lean, and her bottom was ripely rounded.
She climbed on me, sitting on top of my thighs with her front facing mine.
She touched me all over, rubbing my face, neck, shoulders, back. Her hands moved to my breasts, which she lavished with fondling attention.
My nipples were all stiff and throbbing. She cupped my breasts in her palms, weighing them, and pushed them together, plumping them up.
"You don't need to be bound, Rita-I can control you purely by the dominant force of my personality!"
She was right.
She untied me from the chair. She took her time, and made a sensual experience out of it for both of us as she stroked and fondled me.
Again and again, her caressing hand glided down between my legs to rub and fondle my pussy, whose lips were quivering.
When the last strands of the rope fell off me, and I was freed from the chair, she undid the gag which filled my mouth.
She imperiously silenced my stumbling comments. She wasn't interested in what a submissive had to say.
She put me on my knees at her feet, where I belonged.
"What a lucky girl you are!" she said. "You will be permitted to render homage to my perfect sex, with your mouth!"
She pulled down her panties, exposing her pussy.
Her bush was dark black and flecked with gray hairs, veiling dusky folded pussy lips which quivered under my hot breath.
She was a woman, a dominant woman, and I desired to orally adore her.
Smiling superiorly, she spread her stockinged legs and put her hand on the back of my head, pulling my eager face to her pussy.
The pussy lips were softer than butter, and quivered against my kissing lips.
I started off kissing her lightly, with a feather touch, but she told me that she wasn't all that delicate, and that I must be more forceful.
Soon her pussy lips heated up under my hot kisses. She rocked her hips, grinding her hips against my mouth.
I applied my tongue to her pussy and licked her to orgasm.
CONCLUSION
Through bondage, Rita has discovered new realms of sexual slavery.
She will serve not only Barton, but her lady boss.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Heather J. AGE: Twenty-seven
INTERVIEW ONE
Heather and her husband Steve are an attractive suburban couple into the swinging scene. They have no children, and so are free to follow their sexual desires without hindrance. They have been in the swinging scene for some time.
They began with other suburban couples who shared their interests. At first, the couples would switch partners, with Heather making love to the other husband, while his wife made love with Steve.
As they became more involved with the scene, Heather discovered her bi-sexual desires, and soon took female lovers. While this was initially extremely exciting for the couple, they soon lusted for newer thrills.
Both were intrigued by the S&M scene. They had made some half-hearted attempts at S&M activities, but these were not successful since both Heather and Steve had submissive traits, and neither wanted to dominate the other, both wishing to be the dominanted partner.
To find their way out of this dilemma, they contacted a dominant mistress and her equally masterful mate, and arranged a session.
As far as physical particulars are concerned, Heather is quite stunningly lovely, a freckle-faced blue-eyed sun-kissed blonde, bosomy, with long legs and a ripe rear.
Steve and I dressed in sharp and stylish clothes when we called on Mistress Adrian and her mate Jason.
But Steve and I weren't dressed for long.
Mistress Adrian lived in a suburban community not unlike ours. There were ranch houses, split-levels, green lawns, lots of trees.
We gathered in the living room for a drink before starting the session.
I wore white, a white dress and matching shoes. My undergarments were the same color, and I wore a white velvet choker collar.
I don't know why I wore white. Maybe because this was my first time having a real submissive session, so I felt like a bride of sorts.
I knew that I looked good, in all due modesty.
I was freshly bathed and my hair had been washed, shampooed, and styled. I wore it simply, with long flowing masses hanging down my shoulders and breasts.
The dress was sleeveless, its hem coming down past my knees, but the sides of the skirt were slit up the sides to the middle of the thighs.
My legs were sheathed in white stockings, which made me feel kind of like a nurse, or what I thought a nurse must feel like.
My shoes were white patent leather with pointed toes and three-inch heels.
Steve looked quite handsome in his sport jacket, open-necked shirt, tight slacks, and loafers. We sat side by side on the couch.
We were in the living room. Adrian and her mate, Jason, were dominant, but their living room was like any other attractive suburban living room.
There was nothing kinky about it-it was quite conventional.
The kinkiness began with Mistress Adrian and her mate.
She was in her early thirties, a hard-faced, but attractive brunette with a sensational physique. Her face and figure were alluring.
She was tall, long legged, high-breasted. Her glossy chestnut brown hair was piled high on her head and pinned up.
Her face was sharp-featured, with the bones of the skull showing. She had deepset eyes, jutting cheekbones, sunken cheeks, a strong chin and jaw.
Her make-up was dramatic but not overdone. Her brows were dark, her eyes shadowed, and her wide-lipped mouth was a red slash.
She wore a sleeveless black satin minidress which hugged her curves, its hem coming down to the middle of her creamy thighs.
Her ivory flesh contrasted with the brown of her hair and the black of her clothes.
Her heavy breasts were full and firm and high despite the lack of a bra under her dress. She had a wickedly curved physique.
Thigh-high black leather boots with pointed toes and high, spiked heels made her look like a pirate queen.
Her mate, Jason, was equally impressive. He was clean-shaven with short dark hair, intelligent appraising eyes, and rugged strong features.
He had a powerful body, bulging with muscles. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt and a pair of tight black leather pants.
The pants hugged his form, showing the impressive bulge of his groin and the rounded curves of his ass cheeks.
The pants were tucked into the tops of the knee-high leather boots he wore.
It was about eight o'clock on a Friday night in late spring. It was still light outside, and I heard the sound of children playing on the street.
The curtains covered the windows and the lights were on.
The session started of quite low-keyed. The four of us had a drink and chatted in the living room, making pleasant small talk.
This was the first time all four of us were together in the flesh.
Steve and I had been immediately entranced by a photo of Adrian and Jason in a correspondence-contact magazine devoted to B&D.
We answered their ad, contacting them, and exchanging some letters. Adrian and Jason sounded like our kind of people.
After some letters went back and forth, we exchanged phone numbers. One thing led to another, and so a meeting had been arranged.
And here we were.
The conversation was pleasant, but there was a sexual charge in the atmosphere which was heavy and pungent and exciting.
I found that my hand shook when I held my drink. I kept pressing my thighs against my quivering pussy lips.
At last, Jason asked if we were ready to get down to business.
I looked at Steve, and he looked at me, and we both knew we were ready.
Jason and Adrian put down their drinks and came over to us.
Steve and I stood up. My stomach was twisting with excitement which churned it, and I was breathless and anxious.
"To start with," Adrian said, "those clothes will have to come off."
"You can't serve us while you're dressed," Jason said.
Adrian thoughtfully rubbed her chin as she studied us.
"It would be amusing for you two to undress each other," she said.
When we hesitated, not out of reluctance but to see if there were any further commands, Jason snapped, "That's an order!"
Steve undressed me first. I turned my back to him so he could unzip my dress. He pulled it off and I stood there in bra, panties, stockings, garter belt.
Steve looked around for a place to put my dress. Adrian told him to leave our clothes on the sofa, as we would not be needing them for some time.
Jason and Adrian looked me over. My breasts jiggled in the white lace bra which cupped them. My panties were stretched tight across my bottom.
Jason told Steve to take off my bra next.
Steve's fingers trembled and were unsteady as he groped for the little hooks which held the back of the bra closed.
He took off my bra, and my breasts tumbled free.
I fought down the desire to cover the nipples with my hand. The nipples were rosy pink and throbbing as they stood out stiffly.
"Ummm, excellent tits!" Jason said approvingly.
"You have a wonderful physique," Adrian told me. "I can't wait to use it!"
"Neither can I," Jason said.
"Well see the rest of it," Adrian said. "Take off her panties, Steven."
I turned to face Steve and he took down my panties.
They fluttered down my stockinged legs and fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them, my pussy lips quivering wildly.
Steve reached for my garters, to undo them, but Adrian said, "That's all for now, Steven. Leave the rest of the garments on Heather."
Her red lips smiled. "Now, Heather, it's time for you to undress Steven."
My fingers shook with anxiousness as I pulled off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.
Adrian murmured approvingly when she eyed Steve's strong body, his broad shoulders and muscled chest and flat belly.
"You both keep yourselves in excellent condition," she said. "But don't delay, Heather, take the rest of the clothes off your man."
Steve lifted his feet one at a time and I took off his shoes and neatly stuffed his socks inside them.
Then I took down his pants.
"Ah, Steven, what's that?!"
Adrian indicated the massive bulge of his erection in his shorts.
"Take down his shorts, too, Heather-I want him bare-ass naked!"
I pulled down his shorts and his erection sprang up.
Steve and I stood side by side while Adrian and Jason inspected us.
Jason fondled my hair. It raised a chill down my spine when it swept across my back and the tops of my bare breasts.
His fingers slid caressingly over my skin, down the curve of my shoulders to the tops of my breasts.
He cupped my breasts in his palms, lifting them and weighing them.
He rolled my stiff, throbbing nipples between his fingers.
He squeezed my hip. "Open your legs wider, Heather."
I did, and he put his hand between them. He stroked the smooth insides of my thighs, working his way up to my pussy.
I moaned when he touched my pussy. He caressed the pussy lips and then he put his finger inside me and put it deep.
"You're wet in your pussy, Heather," he smiled.
"You have a very nice touch," I sighed. Mistress Adrian gave a similar inspection to Steve.
She circled him, her eyes narrow with interest, her hands sliding over him, feeling his flexing muscles, toying with the hair matted on his chest.
He moaned when her hand fondled his swollen balls, then gripped his hard cock.
"Are you a naughty boy, Steven?" she crooned. "I think you are. In fact, I know that you're a naughty boy, a very naughty little boy. Isn't that so?"
"Yes, Adrian."
She squeezed his cock. "You must address me as 'Mistress Adrian', Steven."
"Yes, Mistress Adrian."
"You're a bad boy, Steven. And Heather, I'm sure, is just as naughty. Do you know what Master Jason and I do to naughty boys and girls?"
"No, Mistress Adrian ... "
"We punish them," she said. "And we're going to punish you both! But first, you must demonstrate the proper show of respect."
Steve and I had to get down on our knees, facing Jason and Adrian.
"Bow your heads and kiss our boots," Jason commanded.
After we had kissed and licked their boots, we were locked into black leather slave collars, one for Steve, one for me.
Jason locked the collar on me. The leather was stiff and fit snugly against my pulsing throat, locking in place with a tiny padlock.
Next, dog leashes were clipped to rings on the collar. Jason held my leash, and Adrian held my husband's leash.
"Now we go downstairs," Jason said, "to the dungeon."
Steve and I crawled on our hands and knees across the living room, through the kitchen, and up to a closed and locked basement door.
Jason opened it with a key from his ring of many keys. We were permitted to walk down the stairs, rather than crawl.
The basement had been outfitted and equipped like a dungeon.
I had never seen so much bondage gear. There was a long black wooden table with chains and cuffs at either end.
There was an object like a carpenter's saw horse, padded with black leather, with chains and cuffs bolted to it.
The floor was stone, but there was a large padded canvas mat like a wrestling or tumbling mat used in gyms taking up a lot of the floor space.
Fastened to the ceiling was a pulley with ropes and chains dangling down it.
On a rack on the wall was a row of devices of bondage and discipline-paddles, straps, gags, chokers, bridles, etc.
My pussy was dripping wet, and Steve was stiffly erect, so Jason said that since the two of us were so hot-blooded, we should be locked in restraint.
He brought out a pair of harnesses, one for each of us. They were made from black leather and metal rings and chains.
"Wet as she is, you had still better grease up her chastity belt," Adrian said.
Jason took down a large blue jar of lubricant from the shelf. The goo was white and oily and vaguely sweet-smelling.
I stood and spread my legs for him. Adrian made Steve watch on his knees, facing me, while she stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders.
Jason scooped out some of the grease and massaged it into my pussy lips.
It felt intense and dreamy, and I sighed and gasped as his oiled fingers rolled over my sex, which was wet and seething inside.
Then he rubbed some of the lubricant inside the slit.
But he wasn't done yet. "Turn around and bend forward, Heather."
I presented my backside and did as I was told. Jason spread my ass cheeks and smeared some more grease in the crack of my ass.
He rubbed the lubricant in the folds of my anus and stuffed it inside, too.
Then I was ready for the chastity belt. On the inside of the leather crotchpiece it had twin rubber plugs, thick and rounded.
They were greased, too. The belt was fastened around my waist, and the first plug was inserted into my little asshole.
It was a tight fit but the grease helped it slip right up inside me. It was followed by the second plug, which was fit into my pussy.
Then the locking straps were pulled tight, drawing the plugs even deeper into my pussy and asshole, and I was locked into the chastity belt.
It felt insanely intense. Just standing still, it made my pussy quiver and my rectum tingle.
And when I moved, the sensations all but left me breathless!
But I wasn't the only one to be locked in. So was Steve.
Adrian did the honors, while I watched. How kinkily thrilling it was to watch her handle him with such easy familiarity!
She spread 'his buttocks and greased his anus. She was playful, and before penetrating him with the rectal plug on the belt, she fingered his ass.
She pressed the tip of her middle finger against his puckered anus and pushed it in. Steve groaned as his asshole was penetrated.
His cock jumped and jerked as his ass was filled. Adrian pointed it out to all of us, mocking Steve for getting so excited.
Naturally there was no pussy plug on his chastity belt. But there was a latex sheath into which his stiff cock was bound.
Now that we both were locked in our chastity belts, it was time for discipline.
We were taken to the rack, that long bed-like wooden platform. Instead of getting on top of it, we lay face down across it at right angles.
We bent forward from the waist, with our feet on the floor and our middles pressing the wooden platform and our arms stretched out in front of us.
Cuffs were locked around our wrists, cuffs whose chains were secured to the rack. Our ankles were likewise locked into cuff and chain bondage.
Steve and I lay stretched out side by side, with our asses next to each other.
The chastity belts had leather straps which ran tightly up the crack of the ass and made our buttocks jut out prominently.
Now that we were secured, Jason and Adrian selected the devices with which we would be disciplined.
I would be spanked with a paddle, while Steve would be strapped.
Jason unzipped Adrian's dress down the back and took it off. She stood in front of us so we could both see and admire her physique.
She wore no bra. She was dressed only in a pair of black leather bikini panties and her thigh-high black leather high-heeled boots.
Her breasts were like grapefruits in size and shape, soft pink grapefruits with fat dark nipples which stood out straight and stiff.
Jason took off his shirt, displaying an impressive muscular development, with the physique of a bodybuilder or weight lifter.
The bulge of his stiff cock was even more impressive....
But my husband and I must be punished before anything else.
The dominant couple took up their stances behind us, Adrian with the leather strap for Steve, Jason with the paddle for me.
The paddle was shaped like an oversized ping-pong paddle, covered with black leather, with holes in the paddle to make it hit harder.
Adrian's leather strap was some eighteen inches long, two inches wide, and quite thick.
Punishment began. Soon Steve and I were howling for mercy.
When the paddle slammed down on my buttocks, my entire body rocked with the impact. The buttocks rippled from the impact.
It made a flat, cracking sound when it spanked my behind. The leather strap used by Adrian made a nastier, more cutting sound.
The basement was soundproofed for precisely this purpose, so it didn't matter how much noise Steve and I made.
We begged, whimpered, pleaded, gasped, and sobbed, but nothing we could say or do would cut short our session of discipline by one stroke.
For an instant, the paddling stopped, and I thought that the punishment was done. But it was only a lull, so Adrian and Jason could change places.
She applied the leather strap to my bottom, while Jason paddled Steve.
When at last the punishment really did stop, I was crying like a little girl, and Steve was sobbing with equal abandon.
All the same, I felt peaceful and right and floating, now that I had been punished. I needed it and it had been so right.
The paddle and strap were put aside. Caressing hands slid down my back, across my shoulders, over my hips.
I didn't know if they belonged to Jason or Adrian, and I didn't care.
Steve and I were freed from the bondage across the wooden bed. We were both red-eyed and teary from sobbing, and we sniffled and moaned.
Both our behinds burned a bright blazing red color.
Now that necessary discipline had been administered, Adrian and Jason were very tender and loving with us.
Punishment time was over, and now we would serve and pleasure the dominant couple.
INTERVIEW TWO
Before we could get it on, Doctor, we had to be released from our chastity belt bondage.
I was almost sorry to be freed from it.
It was a wicked, wild sensation for me, having those two smooth slippery greased plugs pressing up inside both my holes.
While I was being paddled, my writhings made the plugs press and slide against my rectum and pussy, leaving me breathless.
Jason unlocked the padlock which held the whole rig closed. He opened it and unplugged me, drawing the plugs from my asshole and pussy.
I was seething between the legs, legs which felt rubbery.
Steve was happier than me to be released from bondage. The latex sheath which covered his cock had been held with tight laces.
Adrian plucked open the laces and pulled the sheath off. Steve's cock was red and stiff and proud and quivering.
Now that we were both released, we got down on our knees once again.
Steve and I knelt side by side on the canvas mat, which cushioned our knees from the stone floor.
Both of us stood on our knees, rather than resting on folded legs-our bottoms ached too much for us to rest them on the backs of our heels.
I glanced over my shoulder at my paddled and strapped bottom.
From the small of my back to the backs of my thighs, my rear was a deep blushing scarlet color, which seethed with heat.
Steve had been spanked and strapped even harder, and bright blisters and welts rose up on the surface of his bottom cheeks.
He would feel that punishment for the next day or two, every time that he sat down. But he was happy with the discipline.
Adrian had given him what I could not. Steve needs the strong hand of a woman to correct and guide him, but I'm too submissive for that role.
Adrian lives and breathes dominance, and was perfect for his needs-and mine.
Jason and Adrian took up their positions facing us, standing up.
The aroma of her leather boots and his leather pants mingled with the scent of sweat and the musky perfume of pussy juices.
I wondered if Adrian was as wet inside her slit as I was.
Jason faced me, his groin level with my face. His erection formed a tent-like bulge in the crotch of his black leather pants.
He opened the pants and took them down. The leather was tight, and he had to peel it off his hips and down to the tops of his muscular thighs.
He sweated under leather, so a rich aroma of maleness rose from his groin.
His hard penis bobbed inches from my face, with the slitted eye in( the cock head staring me right straight on.
My mouth watered, and I moaned with wanting at the sight of it.
His penis was a rod of flesh with a fat knobbed head. He put his hand on the back of my head and he rubbed his cock against my face.
The member glided over my face, throbbing as he moved it to my mouth.
I pressed my puckered lips to the cock head and lovingly kissed it.
Then he put the cock in my mouth.
It was thick and hot and hard and it glided over my lips and into my mouth.
Its weight pressed down on my tongue, which curled around the edges to hold it. He put it deep into the back of my mouth.
My puckered lips pressed the throbbing shaft near the base.
Adrian had waited before putting Steve to work on her pleasure, since she wanted him to watch me take Jason by mouth.
Steve was squirming with excitement as he , watched another man fuck my mouth.
"Ummmmm, look at your little wife suck my man's big cock!" Adrian said. "I hope you're as good with your mouth as she is with hers, Steven!"
She told him to take down her panties-with his mouth.
Those leather bikini panties were so tight across her hips and pussy that it was like they had been painted on.
Steve pressed his head against her thighs. He worked the tip of his tongue under the leg opening of the bikini panties.
After much struggling, all of which amused Adrian no end, Steve managed to get a fold of black leather fabric between his teeth.
Of course, he had to be doubly careful not to bite her or nip her in any way.
With a fold of her panties clutched between his teeth, the battle was almost won.
Steve lowered his head, and pulled the tight panties down off her hips, exposing her thick, jet black bush and thick pussy lips.
His eyes rolled with excitement when he was face to crotch with her pussy, but he had a job to do, and he had to take her panties down all the way.
Once he tugged them down off the tops of her thighs, he had to do some tricky work to get them over the tops of her thigh-high boots.
At last the black leather bikini panties fluttered down the shiny black boots and fell to her ankles.
At that point, she took mercy on him and stepped out of the panties.
Now she was naked, except for the black leather boots sheathing her legs to the tops of her thighs.
She took hold of his head and pulled his face to her pussy.
Steve moaned as he nuzzled her sex. She fondled his hair and patted it.
His kissing lips glided all over her pussy, up and down.
"Lick it, Steven," she drawled, her eyes glowing with lust.
He stuck out his tongue and massaged her pussy lips with it.
Soon her rosy pussy lips dripped with wetness from his saliva. She rocked her hips back and forth, pressing her pussy against his face.
"Put your tongue inside me, Steven."
He pressed the tip of his tongue down. He tongued the walls of her pussy, his mouth making wet sucking sounds where it pressed her crotch, which she pushed against his face.
She spread her booted legs wide apart and held his shoulders and the back of his head and pushed her pussy hard against his face.
Her naked buttocks were clenched and hard, and her breasts bobbed.
All this time, I was sucking Jason's cock.
It was a big one, but when I relaxed my throat, I was able to take it deep.
He was forceful but not brutal, which I appreciated about him. Steve and I were new to this scene, and we weren't ready for anything too heavy.
I gave him a real good sucking....
He pushed harder, his cock seething with heat. Breathlessly he told me to swallow his come when he orgasmed.
From the panting sound of his voice, and the heat of his hard thrusting cock, his orgasm couldn't be too far away.
My lips were kind of numb from the pressure of his cock sliding over them.
He held my head in his hands and I bobbed my head in response to his thrusts.
He came faster and faster and then he just came, in my mouth.
My cheeks were hollow and my sucking mouth was molded around his penis. His rod jumped on my tongue and spurted semen.
He shook like he was powered by an internal motor. I took his thing deep in my mouth, deep in my throat.
Come gushed thickly, heavy cream sliding down my gullet.
He rose up on his toes to squeeze the last drops of semen from his coming cock.
He kept his quivering penis in my mouth long after he stopped coming.
While I gulped down Jason's semen, my man was bringing off Adrian.
His tongue tip rubbed her clitoris, caressing it until she climaxed.
When she came she ground her pussy hard against her face. Her head tilted back and her mouth was open and moaning.
Then there was a quiet rest time while the masters recovered from their orgasms.
The taste of semen was thick on my tongue.
Steve's face was bright and shiny with smeared pussy juices.
At last Jason caressed my face and told me I had been a good girl.
He took his cock out of my mouth. I pressed my lips against the shaft and sucked up all the saliva and semen which were smeared on it.
Adrian sat down on the bed of the rack, resting her round bare buttocks on the hard wood, sitting with her legs spread open.
Her bush was frothy with saliva from Steve's mouth, and her pussy lips, rosy and dark from stimulation, dripped with the stuff.
After a short rest, Jason and Adrian took us back upstairs.
We went up to their bedroom on the second floor.
It was a lovely and more or less conventionally decorated bedroom, with carpeting, furniture, chest of drawers, closets, and the like.
Dominating the room was a massive antique bed on a brass frame. The frame had an elaborate headboard and footboard of ornate grillework.
Jason rested on the bed and watched Adrian use Steve and me.
Adrian stood on the bedroom floor with her booted legs spread wide.
Steve already had served her pussy-now, it was my turn.
But Steve would not be idle during this encounter. While I went down on Adrian's pussy, he would orally service her rear.
The two of us, Steve and I, knelt at her feet, me facing her pussy and Steve facing her ass.
Her pussy lips and bush were sticky with the saliva and secretions from the previous oral sex which my husband had performed on her.
The aroma of her pussy was ripe and tantalizing in my nostrils.
My nipples puckered and stood out straight and stiff and throbbing.
Steve licked and kissed her rounded buttocks.
Adrian reached behind her and clutched her bottom cheeks, one in each hand, the soft bottom flesh oozing through her fingers.
She opened the buttocks, pulling them to the sides and opening her ass.
Buried deep in the cleft of her bottom was the rounded wrinkled pink button of her asshole. She pulled Steve's head between the buttocks.
He gurgled happily when his face was wedged between her saucy ass cheeks.
He pressed his puckered lips against her hole and kissed it.
"Stick your tongue inside it," Adrian commanded him.
He pressed his tongue tip against the wrinkled folds and penetrated them.
Then she put me to work on her pussy while Steve tongued her ass.
Her juices smeared my face, wetting it. The pussy lips were warm and full. They split and spread, exposing her membranes.
My tongue entered her. Juices seethed and membranes rolled against the tongue.
After I licked the inside of her, so that my tongue tingled with the taste of her, she put my tongue to work on her clitoris.
Her clitoris was a pink pearl of flesh, full and throbbing.
While I tongued the clitoris, Steve similarly serviced her rectum.
It didn't take very long for that treatment to make her climax.
Jason was stimulated by the scene of double oral slavery, and his penis stood out stiff and strong when he rose from the bed.
He was going to fuck me. He made me lay down on my back.
To prepare me, he made Steve go down on me, not that I needed it, because my sex was already wet and dripping with juices of arousal.
But it was a kinky turn-on for Steve and me, for him to mouth my pussy to prepare it for another man to fuck it.
Steve got on the bed between my spread legs and lowered his face to my crotch.
He pressed his mouth against my pussy and went to work. He was on his knees with his head between my legs and his ass raised high.
That raised ass was too tempting a target for Adrian to resist. She spanked it with her hand while Steve mouthed me.
She was a big, strong lady, and the slaps cracked loudly when they struck Steve's squirming bottom, making him really excited.
It made him tongue me with even more vigor, so that I was soon moaning and writhing with pleasure.
My bottom was still sore and tender from the discipline it had gotten before. It burned, but nearly as intensely as it had earlier.
Still, twinges shot through it, raising chills up my spine, adding its heat to the heat which Steve's mouth put in my pussy.
Jason was ready and eager and anxious to have me.
Steve stopped mouthing me and gave up his place for Jason. I wondered if Jason would demand that Steve suck him before he fucked me.
That didn't happen, but I wouldn't have minded if it had, and neither would Steve.
Jason stretched his strong hard body on top of mine. The hardness of his stiff penis throbbed and seethed against my flesh.
He raised his hips and took hold of his cock and rubbed it along my slit.
He pressed the cock head against my pussy lips and put it in.
He was long and strong and thick. His cock stretched my membranes. He stuffed its head inside me and sank the shaft in my pussy.
He lay on top of me, his chest pressing my breasts, his long hairy legs between my spread legs. He started thrusting.
He was powerful, vigorous, hot. He fucked me good and hard.
He took hold of my hands, raising my arms back behind my head. He gripped my wrists in one hand and pinned them down to the bed.
As he fucked me, he moved his mouth down to my breasts and made free with them, sucking the nipples between his lips, chewing and tonguing them.
I drifted off on a sea of pleasure, but I was not so far gone that I didn't see what Adrian was doing to Steve.
She fitted him with a cock ring. He stood at the foot of the bed, gripping the brass bedframe to maintain his balance, his legs spread.
He was enormously erect, thanks to the tonguing of my pussy, and the kinky thrill of watching another man make love to his lawful wedded wife.
Adrian reached between his legs and took hold of his swollen balls. He moaned as she locked a tight thin leather ring around the balls.
She locked the ring where the top of his scrotal sac met his pelvis, causing his already swollen balls to swell out even more.
The second part of the cock binder was another leather strap, which she fastened in place at the base of his cock.
Jason shoved faster and harder, pumping his cock in and out of me.
He pushed his penis in deep, so that the head bumped the mouth of my womb.
This time he didn't pull out, but kept his cock planted in me, the member throbbing like a drum against my stretched membranes.
He shook as semen jetted from his cock, filling my pussy to the brim.
The come was thick and warm and oozed against his cock and my pussy.
He shook from orgasm, sighed heavily, and collapsed on top of me.
He lay there for a few moments, his still stiff cock twitching and jerking inside me as the last drops of come were squeezed from it.
Finally he took his thing out of me.
I felt him oozing between my legs, semen sticky on my pussy lips.
Now it was Steve's turn to get fucked-quite literally.
Adrian informed Steve that he would not be permitted to put his penis in her until she had fucked him first-with a dildo.
Steve was nervous but very excited, and his stiff cock jumped when she spoke of how she would fuck him in the ass like he was a girl.
I got off the bed to make room for him, with Jason's come dripping down my crotch and trickling along my taut thighs.
Steve got on the bed, on his knees, with his legs folded under him.
Adrian put him in bondage before the ass fucking. She stretched his arms along his sides, and cuffed his hands to his ankles.
Each hand was cuffed to the ankle on the same side, thus binding him yet permitting him to move his folded legs.
Adrian strapped on the dildo. Since this was Steve's first time, the dildo was a medium sized model, made of flexible flesh colored plastic.
It looked strange, to see that artificial phallus sprouting from Adrian's wide, unquestionably womanly hips.
I helped out, by pulling Steve's ass cheeks open and exposing the button of his anus while Adrian greased it with lubricant.
She greased the dildo, too, then got on the bed and knelt behind his raised ass.
Jason and I stood at the bedside, watching, with Jason rubbing my breasts and bottom, while Adrian guided the dildo between Steve's buttocks.
She pressed the tip of the dildo to his asshole. She entered him slowly, stretching his anal ring, prying open the folds of tender flesh.
Steve gasped and groaned, but she didn't give him more than he could take.
At last the ring was open and the dildo head was inside him. His cock jumped and jerked as she sank the greased shaft inside his ass.
I almost came just from watching my husband's bottom being fucked.
When she had put the dildo inside him, she took hold of his hips and rocked back and forth, fucking his ass.
I was gasping and blushing. Jason told me not to be too relaxed, since what Steve had given up would be taken from me, too.
Just as Steve had surrendered his ass to Adrian, I would have to give up my ass, not to a dildo, but to Jason's cock.
But it was only fair ... I hoped Adrian would hurry and finish with Steve, so I could take my place on the bed with Jason.
All in all, this was undoubtedly the best session which Steve and I ever had with another couple. I couldn't begin to describe all the things that we did, that we were forced to do, and that were done to us.
What I can say is that Steve and I intend to spend this weekend with Adrian and Jason, and go deeper into sexual submission to that dominant couple!
CONCLUSION
In this narrative, we see the use of bondage, combined with masterful discipline, to free a submissive couple from their inhibitions.
When put in bondage, Heather and her husband were able to indulge in S&M delights which they might ordinarily not have been abfe to go through with.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Terry F. AGE: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Young Terry is a classic case of a girl grown up too fast, yet not fast enough to keep out of trouble. The product of a broken home and a much married mother, Terry was a heavy drinker at age twelve, sexually promiscuous at thirteen, and into drugs by age fourteen.
She is far more girlish than womanly, with a round juvenile face and her hair in pigtails. Her ripening pubescent body has only just begun to round and fill out into adolescent breasts and a rounded bottom.
Happily, Terry is now off drugs, thanks to the shock treatment she received when brought to a hospital while under the influence of narcotics.
I knew I was in big trouble when the orderly opened the straps which held my legs closed. He left the rest of the straps on me.
Max was his name. Estelle was the name of the nurse who was watching.
We were in a small room with padded walls painted pale green in a deserted wing of the hospital, where Max and Estelle had brought me.
I was naked and strapped down to the cot.
Max was in his middle forties, a big, beefy, balding, red-faced guy with a pot belly and soiled hospital whites.
Estelle was a hard-faced bitch. She had short dark hair cut close to the scalp and a wide, thick-featured, mean face.
She was short and dumpy, with big tits, a thick middle, wide hips, thick thighs, and a big fat ass.
I was on my back on the bed, naked and strapped down to the cot. The cot was a plastic-covered mattress on a metal frame.
One strap ran just below my tits, pinning my arms to my sides. A second strap ran over my tummy, pressing into it.
The third strap had run just across the tops of my thighs, right above my knees, but Max had just opened that strap.
I was all fucked up. I hardly knew where I was. I wasn't sure what night it was.
I had gone to a rock concert and gotten all fucked up on angel dust. I had taken too much and got really sick and passed out in the girls' room.
I had been brought to this hospital. I had a splitting headache, and all the bones and joints of my body ached.
I mumbled, "Where am I? What am I doing here?"
Estelle stood at the bedside, her dark eyes glittering as she looked down at me. Her arms were folded over the tops of her big tits.
"You were a very sick little girl," she said. "You're in the hospital."
I was all fuzzy in the head and had trouble thinking straight. I saw Max leering down at me, his eyes bulging as he looked me over.
I followed his gaze and then I realized that I was naked.
"Ugh! Where-where are my clothes?!"
"You won't need them now," Estelle smirked.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Estelle, the nurse in charge of your case."
"Tell that guy to stop staring at me!"
"Now, now, dear, don't get excited ... Max is a hospital orderly, and it's part of his job to be around patients in the nude."
"Look, I'm okay-I want to get out of here! Why am I tied down to the bed?!"
"You had a very violent drug reaction, and had to be secured for your own good."
"Well, I'm okay now, so how about letting me up?"
"After you've had your ... special treatment."
"Yeah, the special treatment," Max said.
His hand was between his legs and he was pulling his penis through his white pants.
I said, "What the fuck are you doing?!"
"I've got something for you, little girl!" he laughed.
He opened his pants and pulled them down. They fell along with his shorts, down to his white shoes, so that he was naked from the waist down.
He was all hairy with a swelling belly over his swollen cock, which was a huge thing, uncircumcised, long, stuff.
"Hey, what is this?!" I gasped. "Let me out of here!"
Max took hold of my ankles and spread my legs. That's when I started screaming for help at the top of my lungs.
Estelle slapped my face really hard, so that I was stunned, with burning cheeks.
"Shut up, you little cunt," she said.
"What are you doing?"
"I told you-you're getting special treatment!"
Max got on top of me, his stiff cock sticking out, and I couldn't help myself, I started yelling again.
Estelle took hold of my tit and twisted it really brutally. My shouts rose into thin shrieks. When she let go, I was pale and covered with cold sweat.
"If you make any more noise, I'll pull the hairs out of your little bush one by one," she told me.
I started sobbing ... there was nothing else I could do.
Max got on top of me. He was a big fat slob and his weight crushed me, like I was being pressed flat under a giant stone.
He breathed hard, wheezing, as he got on top of me, kneeling between my spread legs so I couldn't close them.
His cock was much too big for me, and I twisted with pain when he poked and prodded my thin pussy lips with the swollen cock head.
"Are you going to start that shouting again, you bitch?" Estelle demanded.
"No, no, but it's too big, I can't take it in me, it's too big and it's splitting me apart-please put something on it to make it go in easier, please, please!"
Max, that pig, smeared his spit on his hand and rubbed it into my pussy. He rubbed some more on his cock head before getting back on top of me.
He stuffed his swollen cock head between my pussy lips.
I thought that I was going to faint.
I was crying and moaning when he stuck his thing in me, but I guess Estelle was willing to let that go by without hurting me.
I'm no virgin, but my pussy was tight and dry from fear, and Max's thing was huge, so that I thought I would faint when he put it in me.
He grunted like a pig when he put his thing into me. He worked it in an inch at a time, ramming his hips forward.
Lucky for me, my pussy got wet, just in self-defense, and the spit which was smeared on his cock and in me kept some of the pain away.
His weight crushed me on the bed, and the straps pinned me in place.
He was on top of me, pressing down on me so I could hardly breathe.
His cock filled my pussy, stretching it and making it ache.
He started thrusting, working his prick in and out. He had to start real slow, since his cock was so tight in my pussy.
As I got wetter and more stretched, he moved faster, so that soon he was humping me, fucking me, shoving his big hard cock in and out.
He fucked me so hard that my pussy got sore and aching on the inside.
He moaned and groaned and sucked wind as he raped me. I looked over his sweaty meaty shoulder and saw what Estelle was doing.
Her white nurse's uniform was open and unbuttoned and she reached into it with both hands. One hand was squeezing a stiff nipple.
The other hand was under the skirt, lifting it, with the fingers inside the panties, which were pulled down so I could see her big black bush.
She was feeling herself and making herself come while she watched me get raped.
Max ground away at me until his cock got all hot and he stuck it in the deepest yet, so that I was kicking and thrashing my legs.
He came inside me. He came heavily with lots of of filthy come.
He gasped and he got off me, with his big fat prick all red and rubbery and twitching.
He rested but there was no rest for me.
Estelle pulled off her panties and lifted her skirt and got on the bed. She squatted with her bare butt pressing my chest.
Her pussy was over my face. It had thick wet lips and a thick smell.
I didn't want to eat her pussy, but she said that if I didn't, she would put me in a ward with the sex criminal crazies, who would rape me till I died.
So I went down on her. She squashed her pussy against my face so that the wet insides smeared juices all over my mouth.
I had to lick her pussy on the inside. Then she made me put my tongue to her big fat clit and lick it until she came.
She was a mean bitch. When she came, she pressed my head with her thighs, so that I smothered in her hot wet pussy.
I almost passed out before she opened her legs and let me breathe.
It was two days before my folks got me out of that hospital. During that time, Estelle and Max raped me and hurt me and humiliated me.
I didn't tell anybody what they had done, because nobody would believe me. I was afraid that if I told, they'd all think I was crazy, and keep me in the hospital!
CONCLUSION
This shock (and shocking) treatment, a sad commentary on the decayed state of our mental hospitals, nonetheless had a beneficial effect.
It succeeded where nothing else could, in getting Terry off drugs. After being in the hospital, she is determined never to do anything that might return her there.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT: Doreen K. AGE: Thirty-five
INTERVIEW ONE
Doreen is a buxum powerhouse with a big bosom and behind. Her round hungry face expresses hungers which have nothing to do with her stomach.
Doreen was formerly a professional dominatrix. Now retired from the professional aspect, she continues to lead and live a dominant lifestyle.
Richard, her husband, is some five years younger than she. A young executive, he was one of her submissive clients when she was a professional.
Richard is what could be justly called the human bait in their relationship. He snares lovely young females for his dominant wife.
Anne could not speak-not with the red rubber ball gag filling her mouth.
She was stripped and spread and tied naked on her back on the bed. Tied and gagged, with eyes which stared wildly.
Richard sat off to one side in a chair, facing the bedside, his fevered excited gaze jumping from me to Anne and back again.
Compulsively he tugged at his tie, unknotting it with trembling fingers. Sweat shone on his face and his eyes were bright and bulging.
His eyes weren't the only part of his anatomy which bulged. His penis was stiffly erect and rose in the crotch of his trousers.
Anne looked delicious. I couldn't wait to get my hands-and mouth-on her.
She was in her early twenties, with a long lean frame, taller than me. She had fair hair and skin and a thin delicate face.
Her breasts were high and firm, with rosy pink nipples. She had lean hips with jutting pelvic bones. Her pussy lips were dark dusky pink.
She could not speak, not with the gag filling her mouth, the gag which my husband had inserted, and which she had willingly received.
Of course, that was before she knew that I was in the picture.
Anne was soft, shy, docile. Richard had observed those qualities in her before making her his lover-not only with my permission, but at my command.
There have been other Annes before. Their names were different, but they always play the same submissive role before I'm done with them.
Anne's voice was stilled, thanks to the gag, but she communicated without words.
Her eyes communicated her fear. They were wide, with whites showing clear around the irises. They rolled wildly.
Her face communicated, pale and drawn as it was. Her body communicated, with its stiff postures of apprehension.
She twisted, squirming on the bed as much as her bonds would permit, the ropes binding her legs and arms to the four corners of the bed.
I stood at the foot of the bed, studying her. We all three were in a handsome hotel room in the midtown district.
Here was where Richard had taken Anne, to make love to her, as he had done many times. Only this time there would be a difference.
The difference was me.
Richard had brought her up for an evening of fun and games. He's most handsome and a skilled seducer of the young ladies.
Anne is an unmarried secretary working for a corporation here in the city. Richard first met her in a singles bar.
He's quite a good lover-I know. I trained him to be one. With ropes and whips I disciplined him, training him in pleasing a woman.
He was the slave whom I chose when I decided to get married. He is smart, strong, and incredibly submissive to the woman who knows how to rule him.
He had been my slave before marriage ... after it, his slavery really began. He cried buckets of tears before I was satisfied with his training.
When I made him into what I wanted, I sent him out into the world to fetch me female slaves. I have a taste for the ladies myself.
Especially young ones like Anne, slim, pale, squirming....
There's a submissive streak in her which Richard had exploited during the month he had been her lover.
He started off slowly, with small attentions. He would hold her arms down while fucking her, pinning them to the mattress.
From there the program expanded. He put a blindfold on her and ate her pussy and fucked it, giving her peak orgasms.
He earned her trust to the point where she permitted him to tie her hands, or to tie her down to the bed while they made love, or he made love to her.
Step by step he took her into submission, which was rather ironic, since he's a submissive himself, a confirmed one.
I monitored the progress of the situation. After being with her, he would come home to me, the scent of Anne still on his flesh.
He would describe what he had done to her, and how she had responded. I would question him in great detail.
Then I would tell him what strategy to try out on her, and how much deeper into submission to take her the next time he was with her.
Then I would punish him-not for disobedience, since he was only carrying out my commands, but as a reward, for the good work he was doing.
And now I was about to reap-and rape-the harvest of all that work. The sweet harvest, of course, was Anne.
It was a Friday night. Richard had brought her to this hotel for a change of pace, or so he told her.
Earlier, he had taken her to the bar in the hotel lobby and plied her with drinks, so she was somewhat tipsy when he brought her to the room.
Anne thought it was nothing but another kinky sex game when he took off her clothes and tied her to the bed.
By now, she was quite used to the docility of submission. She had developed a lust for dominant treatment, which she needed.
This time, though, a new factor was added-me.
Richard stripped her and tied her down on the bed and gagged her. The gag was from my vast supply of bondage gear.
No doubt Anne thought and hoped that after being bound and gagged she would be made violent love to by Richard.
Instead, Richard phoned down to me and told me to come on up.
I was sitting in the hotel bar, too, in a dark booth in the back, where I had watched Richard feed laughing Anne a few drinks.
A pretty little piece she was, and my pussy tingled inside black silk panties when I saw her. I wanted her.
I waited in the hotel bar while Richard escorted Anne out of the bar, across the lobby, and up the elevator.
One or two men made some overtures toward picking me up while I waited, but I let them know I was not interested in no uncertain terms.
I was waiting for the phone to ring. The waiter had brought the phone to the table and plugged it in when I said I expected an important call.
Now I was in the hotel room, staring at Anne's spread squirming body.
I took off my coat and tossed it on a chair. I wore a tight black dress, knee-high black leather boots, nylons.
"Hello, Anne," I drawled. "I'm so happy to meet you! Richard's told me so very much about you that I've been dying to get acquainted.
"Oh, excuse my lapse of manners, Anne. I realize that I haven't introduced myself to you. Doreen is my name ... Richard is married to me.
"Belongs to me. For you see, Anne, what Richard does to you, is what I do to him. I rule his ass, and all the rest of him."
Richard said thickly, "She's right, Anne. It's the truth."
"And, seeing how sweetly submissive you are, dear Anne, and how eagerly you have served my little slave husband, it's time for you to do the same for me."
The gag muffled whatever hysterical comments Anne made.
I said to Richard, "It isn't polite for you to be dressed while your sister submissive is naked. Take off your clothes, my little man."
Anne's eyes got even wider as Richard hopped to to obey my command.
He took off his clothes, his jacket, tie, shirt, undershirt. He slipped off his shoes and socks and took down his pants.
His shorts were pushed out in the crotch from his massive erection.
"Come, come, hurry up, slave boy," I said. "Take it all off."
He pulled down his shorts and his stiff penis flopped out. It twitched and jerked. His balls were tightly swollen.
When he was naked, I had him come to me. I stood at the foot of the bed where startled stunned Anne could see it all.
I put my booted foot on the footboard of the bed and made Richard kiss it. He leaned over and kissed and licked the boot.
"See?" I said to Anne. "He does anything that I say-and so, my darling, will you."
I took off my dress. I wore a black bra, garter belt, silk panties, stockings, boots. I took off the bra and my tits bobbed and jiggled.
Off came the silk panties, so I was bare between the garter belt and the dark tops of the stockings. My pussy was dark and furry.
It was also quite wet inside and dripping with syrupy juices.
"Get the camera, slave," I commanded.
Richard fetched the camera, a portable model with a flash attachment.
"Get a good one of Anne all spread and naked," I said.
Flashbulbs popped with bright light as Richard snapped the photo. He looked most bizarre, standing there stark naked with a hard-on as he worked the camera.
"I'll give you some more things to take pictures of," I promised.
I got on the bed, climbing between Anne's spread legs and kneeling there. She was open to my fondling hands and hungry mouth.
"Why so scared, little one?" I cooed. "I won't hurt you. I'm only going to give you what you want and need."
I ran my finger up and down her pussy. The lips were warm and pulsing.
"Oooh, what small titties you have, Anne!" I felt and fondled them, kneading the tender mounds of flesh. "Not big, like mine."
I lowered my head to her heaving bosom and mouthed her breasts, sucking first one nipple and then the other into my mouth and chewing them.
When I released them, her nipples, wet with saliva, stood out stiff and straight.
"I'd love to taste that pretty mouth of yours, Anne, but I'm afraid that isn't possible right now, since you might make too much noise.
"All the same, you have another mouth that I can taste, the one between your legs." And I lowered my head down to her crotch.
Looking up across her belly, I said, "You'll love this, Anne. After all, it was I who taught Richard everything he knows about pussy eating.
"But you don't have to take my word for it, Anne. I'll show you!"
She shook and squirmed as my hot mouth contacted her pussy, but the ropes pinioned her in place, leaving her open and vulnerable.
I kissed her pussy, licked it, dipped my tongue into it. Soon, even against her will, juices flowed and dripped from her membranes.
She shuddered and shivered when I lifted my tongue from her pussy membranes and slid it to the top of her slit.
I licked her throbbing clitoris, sliding my tongue back and forth over it, faster and harder, pleasure she could not resist.
She lacked the will to resist it, even if she had wanted to. My tongue heated her clitoris and sizzled her to the melting point.
From time to time, the flashbulbs popped, as Richard snapped another revealing picture of Anne in bondage having her pussy eaten.
My licking tongue brought her to orgasm.
She was shamed, but there was no denying that my tongue had brought her to a sizzling climax which left her stunned and reeling in bed bondage.
Richard and I switched places. Anne needed no lubrication, not with her pussy dripping juices and my saliva.
Richard also needed no encouragement, since his penis was stiff. He had done a fine job in bringing the female to me, so I rewarded him by spanking him as he penetrated and fucked her.
Then it was my turn to take some more pictures of Anne. These photos were my insurance policy that she would be a good little slave girl.
If she didn't serve me, I would send copies of the photos to the place where she worked. But I didn't have to, of course. I never do.
A new slave girl had been recruited to the ranks of my servants.
CONCLUSION
Anne was indeed recruited to the ranks of bondage slaves.
She was kept in that hotel room for the weekend. Alone, isolated, and under complete control, she was subjected to slave training.
Doreen controlled every aspect of the girl's existence. At first, she was kept in constant bondage, although not always tied to the bed.
After Doreen convinced Anne that the girl could only get herself in trouble by making a fuss, and Anne promised not to scream for help, her gag was removed.
Anne's mouth was soon filled with Richard's penis, as she was forced to perform fellatio on his member and suck him to orgasm.
Not long after that, Anne faced Doreen's female sex. Anne had to once more be gagged while she was disciplined for refusing to go down on Doreen.
Following a strict spanking which left her bottom cherry red and glowing, a submissive and tearful Anne had her gag removed.
This time she performed as demanded, and her mouth pleasured Doreen's pussy, bringing her to a climax.
By now, Anne was well under heel. She would be required to serve her mistress Doreen whenever the dominant demanded.
With Doreen in command, the new slave girl was brought to the suburban home shared by the dominant wife and her husband.
At that home, Anne discovered new dimensions of sexual slavery. Sometimes she serves Doreen and her man, other times she and Richard are both at the beck and call of the dominant housewife.
Recently, Doreen gloatingly informed me that Anne is now ready to be loaned to some of her fellow dominant friends.
