The pain was at a maximum then. When the chain leash was pulled Nina could do nothing but let her body be lurched forward. Each time, the two pointed blades on the stoned fixture in front of her seemed to make perfect contact with her nipples.
It was almost as if the blades had been put in those exact spots so they would not even touch the breast flesh, but move directly toward her brown nipples.
She groaned, then heard the evil laughter again.
Suddenly, the leash was being pulled harder. She couldn't move her arms out to push against the stone and keep from being pulled forward, because her hands were bound to each thigh with thick cord.
Nina looked at the blades on the front of the fixture, and opened her mouth to scream. Her body was sliding toward them, and they were aimed directly at her belly, and even lower down, at her vulnerable spread slit....
CHAPTER ONE
The scream seemed to echo through the room she was in. Just as the tip of the ominously cold blades touched her cunt lips, she felt the pulling stop. The cold metal collar was no longer cutting into the back of her neck, forcing her to move.
She saw the way the chain began to droop toward the floor, and heaved a sigh of relief. As Nina did, she began to look at the structure she was sitting on.
It was made of a very cold, smooth stone. There was one structure that was about as thick as red bricks between her legs. In front of it, perpendicular to it, though a bit higher, was another structure. That one was much more horrible, for on that structure were the two blades that almost looked like ice skate blades. She'd already felt the way they pierced her nipples perfectly, for only a second.
Nina realized that should the chain be pulled hard, causing her body to lurch forward for a long time, those things would not only pierce her trembling nipples, they'd dig deeper into her, slicing her to shreds.
There were those other spikes, too, running down along the front of the perpendicular stone structure. She got a better look at them as she eased herself back a little, away from those sharp objects. She looked down at her spread pussy for one second, just to see if there was any blood. When she didn't see any, she heaved a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of clapping. It was as if someone was watching her and applauding her for some reason or other. She started to turn her head quickly, her short brown hair rubbing over her shoulders.
"Where are you?" she asked. "Where the fuck are you?"
She caused some bleeding in her wrists by what she did next. At the sound of her curse, the chain was suddenly pulled hard. She felt her body being pulled forward so fast, and instinct, once again, was to move her hands to to the top of the spiked structure to keep herself from being pierced by the blades.
But her hands were bound to her thighs, so securely. As she felt the blades piercing, and knew that this time, there was blood near her nipples, she felt the ripping of her wrist skin on her left hand, and began to sob.
Whoever controlled the chain didn't force her to stay bent over for too long. She felt it easing up, and saw that there was some slack to the chain once again.
"Thank God," she groaned softly, as she sat up. There was another quick shot of pain as she pulled her nipples away from the skate-like blades, just as the blades were coming out of her flesh. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying.
"All right," she screamed out, listening to her voice echoing again. "You made your point. But I don't think it's possible. I really don't. Now let me go."
"Not yet, my sweet," she could hear a voice' saying to her. "Remember that we made an agreement. You agreed."
"You have nothing in writing," she said to him, and he laughed.
"I don't need anything in writing. Once I let you go, you can tell the world whatever you want about me. I'll deny it all. I might even sue you for slander. Remember, my sweet, only you and I were alone when we made the agreement."
"You bastard," she screamed, and suddenly, the cold metal collar was cutting into the back of her neck again as the chain was being pulled. Before her nipples were pierced for a third time, she screamed once more. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"Now that's much better, sweet Nina," she heard him saying to her. "I shall leave you for a few minutes, to think it all through. Remember, my sweet, it's more in your head than in your body. I've told you that. You said you agreed."
But she stopped. As far as she knew, he was gone. As far as she knew, he might not have even been there. It could have been a tape recorder. He was something of a genius. Everything could have been worked by remote control.
The lovely tortured victim sat there, trying not to move at all. The slightest shifting caused some movement of the rope against her wrist, and since her skin had already been sliced just a little bit, each movement caused pain.
She closed her eyes and began to think about the evening. It had all started out so well, she recalled. And perhaps, by tomorrow night, it would be the same. She could see herself on the stage, giving the performance of her life.
Nina Constan had gotten rave reviews and a few critics' awards for her performance that season, and celebrities were flocking backstage to see her. That night, along with the usual crowd, a handsome man came. He was with an actor friend of hers, and she'd done something rather taunting.
When she, her actor friend, and the man were all alone, she started to take off her costume so she could get ready to go out and have a few drinks.
She knew her actor friend was not at all interested in her. His love life was already taken care of. But the other " handsome dark-haired man, the writer, was someone she was quite interested in, and as she'd stood there naked before reaching for her panties, her actor friend had started to laugh.
"Oh, Nina, you are such an exhibitionist slut, you know that."
"Darling, what do you expect me to do. There's no screen to change behind."
"You could have asked us to leave. Do you mind much, Mike?"
"Not at all," the writer had said, which was exactly what she wanted to hear him saying. "I find this sweet thing fascinatingly beautiful. I must admit that as charmed as I was by your performance, I could not help but think about what you must look like under your sensational costumes."
"Well, now you know," she'd said, thrusting her smallish firm breasts out just a little bit, enough to let him know she was as interested in him as he seemed to be in her. "Now, where shall we go eat?"
"Get dressed first," her actor friend had said.
She'd thrown on a baggy sweater and a pair of tight slacks, and soon they were in a famous bar having a few drinks. A few people who'd seen her in the show that night approached with their Playbills and she was happy to sign.
As she was ordering, her actor friend stood up, and made his apologies.
"I must fly to the coast tomorrow morning, early. I have to rush home, pack, then try to catch some sleep. I hope you don't mind my leaving you alone with Mike, Nina. I think the two of you have enough in common to keep you going."
"Not at all. I don't mind staying with Mike.
Good luck, darling."
She had something to eat as she and Mike continued to talk, and she felt a kind of heat about him. He seemed to radiate more sexual heat than any other man she'd ever known. Looks-wise, he was everything she could ever want in a man, tall, dark and incredibly stunning. Intelligence-wise, he was even better.
"So, you're working on a new book," she said to him. "What's it about?"
"I find it very bad luck to talk about these things until they're finished. But if you like, we can go back to my place, have a few more drinks, some coke, and perhaps you can loosen me up enough to talk about the book."
Nina had been thrilled. They took a cab back to his ritzy penthouse apartment, and the mellow stereo music, the fire, and the wine and coke combination, put the stunning actress in a most relaxed frame of mind.
When he moved his hand to her neck to pull her lips closer to his, she could feel the fire burning through her body. Slowly, his tongue began to run over her lips, and as she opened her mouth to take it in, he thrust fast and hard. Nina felt his tongue licking the roof of her mouth as she sucked it.
His hands seemed to work so skillfully. He slid one down under her sweater, then began to move it back up toward her breast. His palm cupped it, and she felt her brown nipple stiffening right against his palm.
When his fingers began to close around it and he pinched it gently, she moaned. Then he started to pinch it harder, and though it hurt a little bit, along with the heat of the rest of his hand, and the kiss which was still happening, the hard pinching didn't really hurt so much after all.
In fact, her nipple began to throb even more.
She let him take complete control of her. As he pulled back from the kiss, he started to stand up in front of her. Both of his hands were holding the bottom of her sweater, and she raised her arms so he could pull it up over her head. He stood there with both hands pinching both nipples as he rubbed his stuff bulged crotch near her mouth.
"Oh, baby, I want to feel my cock in your mouth, so badly," he said to her. "Take it out of my pants and let's see how you suck it."
She moved both of her hands to his expensive slacks and opened them. As she slid them down, she saw the huge bulge in his jockey shorts. She looked up at him, smiling as a trickle of saliva slid down her chin.
"Oh, you're an eager one, I can tell," he moaned softly. "I know you're not acting. Your mouth is really salivating in anticipation."
As she pulled his shorts down, she saw the most magnificent cock she'd ever seen in her life. It was one of the biggest, but that was not turned her on so much. The shape of it was incredible. It curved upwards, perfectly, and the head was nice and large, and perfectly in proportion to the shaft and balls.
He continued to pinch her hard throbbing nipples as he thrust forward just a little bit so the head of his cock touched her lips. She flicked her tongue against it and licked away the come drops, then started to slide her lips down the shaft.
"Suck it, baby. Yeah, that's the way. Oh yeah, take it all the way down."
Though she had been hypnotized by his radiating sexual heat, and his magnificent cock, he started to do something that she didn't really like. He began to thrust himself deep into her mouth, so that super thick cock head was in her throat. Even when she seemed to be choking on it, he didn't pull it back right away.
There were times when it hurt, and yet, when his cock began to throb in her mouth and she knew that he was going to explode, she got so excited. He knew it by the way her nipples began to throb harder under his touch, and even said something to her about it. He thought she was coming.
She was. Her pussy was spasming like crazy, and her juices were rushing into her panties. She could feel the wetness building up. When he slid his hand to her back and felt her sweat, he moaned about it. Then, he started to explode in her mouth.
She pulled her mouth back so she could catch the cream on her tongue, and once most of it was there, she started to flick it back and forth along the underside of his cock shaft, which kept throbbing for a long time.
Mike pulled out of her mouth after she sucked all the come out, and though he went limp for a while, his cock still looked incredible. It was big, even when limp.
He pushed her "back so she was laid back on the sofa, her legs hanging off the edge, then got on his knees between them. She felt him opening her pants, and aided him by lifting her buttocks up off the couch so he could pull them down.
He pulled her panties off with her pants, and looked at her clean-shaven wet cunt.
"Well, do you shave yourself for your role on Broadway?" he laughed.
"I shave myself because if I was into eating a woman, I'd like her to be clean shaven. I mean, all that hair can be a pain in the ass."
As she said that, she could feel the way he slid a hand under her ass, so that some fingers were rubbing against each buttock. His middle finger began to rub against her asshole, and as she lifted herself to keep him from entering her (because she'd never let anyone do that, and thought it would hurt), he moved his mouth down to her hairless pussy and began to lick her.
The heat of his breath and even the smoothness of his skin turned her on. She closed her thighs so they rubbed against his face, and felt the way his wet hot tongue began to flick in and out of her already wet pussy. She began to thrust herself up and down, so that her clit was making contact with his tongue. It was already nice and stiff, and his tongue caused it to throb like crazy. Her pussy walls spasmed, getting wetter and wetter, and he began so suck the come right out of her spilling hole.
At the same time, Nina remembered him doing something else. He was using the passion sweat that was between her buttocks as a kind of lubrication. Though he still kept massaging with his middle finger, and that finger only, he was starting to work it into her asshole, causing her to groan.
"Please dort't," she moaned to him. "It hurts when you do that."
"If you relax just a little, the hurt can turn to pleasure."
"How can I do something like that?" she asked. "I don't know."
"Squeeze, just a little bit, the way you would when you relieve yourself. Don't squeeze so hard, but if you do, a little, you'll open up. You'll see."
With each word, a new rush of hot air moved up her pussy, and her body just tingled even more. She did squeeze, and as she felt his finger sliding into her asshole, his lips sucked her clit. They opened and closed around it as he flicked his tongue back and forth against the tip of it.
Nina couldn't believe it. She kept her eyes open because she wanted to look at his face. She could only see him from the nose up. His eyelids were lowered, but his eyes were not closed all the way, and he looked so hot.
As he kept eating her, she felt him wiggling the finger around inside of her asshole. The next time she had an orgasm, it was more intense, and she could feel the way her asshole spasmed around his wiggling finger.
His other hand slid up her body and his fingers began to pinch around her nipple. He pinched it as hard as he had before, but she still didn't feel any kind of pain. The heat that was surging through her was still too great to make any pain detract from it. Those mild rushes of pain seemed to be adding to the pleasure.
Nina had never felt anything like it. As she spread her thighs a little bit wider, because she could feel the way he was starting to pull his head back, she saw him rising up to his knees. He peeled off his shirt and tie, exposing a strong hairy chest.
Nina took one look at his cock, and had to gasp. It was hard as a rock, and sticking straight out again. She loved the look of it.
"Now for a hot fuck," he said to her, as he moved the thick head of his dick closer to her pussy, and pulled her closer to his cock with his ass probing finger.
That finger had never left her asshole, but she'd grown so used to it that she hardly even noticed it, until he was pulling her closer.
"Not so hard with the ass," she moaned to him. "Please."
"You know you're starting to do it already. You're learning how to do it. You love the way the finger feels in you. You do love it."
"I like it, Mike. I don't love it. I only really like it."
"You could learn to love it. I know that you could. You hated it seconds ago."
She saw the way he licked his lips, then felt his cock head entering her pussy. She closed her eyes as he slid it into her, for she wanted to concentrate on nothing else but the feeling of that rigid thick shaft. It pressed against her clit and made her entire body fill with heat.
As Mike slid all the way into her, he eased his finger out of her asshole.
That pleased her. As he moved both hands to her hips so he could hold her fast, he started to thrust his cock in and out of her.
At first, Nina liked the way it felt. His dick shaft was sliding right over her clit, and his crotch seemed to radiate waves of heat against her thighs, each time he was pressing himself there. She also liked the way his balls pressed right up against her ass cheeks each time he held himself in deep.
However, as he continued to fuck her, he started to thrust harder and harder. It didn't take long before his crotch was slapping against her thighs, and the heat that she'd been feeling didn't seem to make up for the slapping pain.
His balls were also whacking against her buttocks then.
"Mike, slow down," she was moaning. "It's starting to hurt."
"Channel it, baby," he told her. "Channel the hurt into good feelings."
"What?" she asked, but he didn't answer.
She felt the way his cock started to throb inside of her, and that throbbing feeling against her clit was making her whole body surge like crazy. He continued to thrust as hard as he'd been doing it, but with her pleasures raised a little bit more, Nina didn't seem to mind the slapping.
He did slow down, so that he didn't come in her right away.
The second time he started thrusting, he did it nice and slow again. As she began to get into it, he added to the fury behind his strokes. That time, she didn't bother to say anything about the increase in pain because of the slapping.
For at the same time that he was thrusting hard, each hand was near a tit, and his fingers were pinching at her stiff nipples.
She inhaled deeply to take in the sex scent because she knew it would add to her pleasures. His body reeked of pure masculinity, and she loved it. Soon, she could smell his fragrance mixing with her own sweat and smell.
"Oh yeah, baby, I'm going to fill this hot hole of yours. I can't hold back too much longer. I have to shoot my load deep into you. I have to give you all the goddamn cream that my dick has. Take it."
Nina would never forget how sensational she felt as he started to come in her. He was not one of those men who slowed down as his cock was erupting, and in his frenzy, his crotch slapped her thighs even harder, but she didn't care. She noticed the way his fingers began to grind and twist at her nipples, and though that hurt a lot more than plain twisting, she didn't really care.
"Mike, I love it," she moaned softly. "I just love it."
When he thought that he might fall out of her, he leaned forward, thrusting himself all the way in, pressing his warm hairy chest against her. She felt his wet chest hairs.
"Oh, that was sensational," she moaned. "Just sensational."
"It was. And it's even helped me a little bit. It really has."
She could feel the way his cock continued to throb in her, even though there was no more of that luscious cream filling her up.
"How has it helped you, Mike? I don't really understand."
"I'm working on a novel now, about the tortured nature of a girl. She lives for pain because pain is her pleasure. I didn't know if it was real or not."
"It isn't," Nina had said. "How can pain be pleasure for anyone?"
"In the mind, my sweet," he'd said to her. "The mind can channel things."
"I'm sorry, I don't believe that. I cannot buy it."
"But you proved it a little bit. I did things to you to inflict pain, and they just added to your pleasure. If only you could help me more, well...."
"Yes?"
"I could grow quite serious about you. I need to learn more about it. More about the woman's pain and her pleasure. Would you agree to help me?"
"Sure. Why not?" she'd asked him.
And she didn't remember too much after that, except that she had another drink and passed out. When she awoke, she felt the spiked blades pressing against her nipples, and though they had not cut that time, she could feel some pain.
And she'd found herself bound, on the stone structure.
"Have you had time to think?" she could hear his voice asking then. "To think about ways of channeling it? Have you had time?"
"No, Mike, there's no way I can do it," she groaned. "Believe me."
Suddenly, the chain was being yanked harder than before. She could feel her breasts being pulled into the blades so her nipples were cut again. Her ass was sliding down closer to those other spikes, and she could feel them cutting into her belly and cunt.
"You will not be allowed to leave, until you prove it can be done."
At that moment, the pain was so intense that she could hardly think. Her head was swelling. It was pure pain, lacking any kind of pleasure at all.
"You can't keep me here too long," she screamed out at him. "I have a performance tomorrow evening. You'll have to let me go."
"You have an understudy, don't you?" his voice asked, so calmly!
CHAPTER TWO
"So you want to be a star?" the handsome blond man asked Lisa, as he ordered another bottle of champagne. "Is that what I'm to understand?"
"Oh yes. I've dreamed of doing something like that my whole life."
"Don't we all? But I do think you have something. Smile again."
She did, and her face seemed to glow. She saw the way he moved his hand to her straight blonde hair and felt him pushing it behind her ear. He smiled a little bit more, then licked his lips and nodded his head.
"Yes, you really do have something there," he said to her. "I think we'd have to do something with your hair, however. You see, it's just too straight and straggly. We'd have to do something to give it more body."
"What can we do?" she asked, and Stan knew that she was enthralled.
"I have a good friend. He also happens to be my roommate. He knows a little bit about hair. He's basically a writer, but he's studied so much."
"When can we get together?" she asked him.
"I'll make a call," he said, and as he stood up and left her, the waiter came with the new bottle of champagne. Stan told him to open it and give her some, and went off to see if he could get Mike on the phone.
As Lisa sat there, she could feel her entire body tingling. She'd been working at the restaurant when Stan first spotted her. She usually came on to all of her customers so she could get bigger tips, but she sensed something about him that was special. Besides, she'd overheard him talking with his companion.
"So we've already optioned Mike's new book, even though he's still doing some research on it. I trust him. Look. I've known him for years. We went to school together and I always stay with him when I'm in the city, just as he stays with me when he's out West. I can trust him to have it in time."
"Can you?" the other-man had asked. "I hope so. Deadlines and all."
"Don't worry about it. The book's going to be a best-seller, and I'm going to make a bundle when the film comes out."
"Mr. Producer, here," the other man had said.
So Lisa was extra nice when it came to serving the blond man, because she knew that he was a producer of some sorts, and wanted to get in good with him. She dreamed about the big break, when she'd be spotted, and thought it could happen.
It had, too, in a way. The next time she came back to the table, the blond man handed her his card, and told her to call him the next day. He said he liked the way she looked, and might be able to use her for something.
First thing that morning, Lisa had been on the phone, and they made a date for this evening. When he told her where to meet him, she knew she was going to have to borrow a dress from her neighbor, because the restaurant was quite extravagant.
So here she was, hoping for her chance at stardom. She saw him looking at her as lie talked on the phone, and he winked, smiled, and nodded. Seconds later he was hanging up and walking back over to her.
"Mike was working, and will be working until we get there. Then he'll take a break and we'll see what we can do with your hair. Actually, I've been telling him that I think you'd be sensational for the part of Nancy."
She seemed to be quite puzzled, and he just stroked her hair.
"Of course you don't know who Nancy is. You must have heard of Mike Dodge. No? Obviously you don't keep up with the best-seller list. He's one of the top writers in the country. Every one of his last four books reached the number one spot less than a month after its release and stayed there for weeks."
She couldn't believe it. She knew now that she was dealing with the big time.
They took the rest of the bubbly into the cab with them, and Lisa was feeling pleasantly buzzed as they approached the apartment building. When they took the elevator all the way up, and the doors opened onto the penthouse living room, she gasped.
"My, he must have sold a lotta books to get all this,"
"Yes, well, he certainly has. Top man at his craft. He must still be working in his library. I'll only be a moment. Help yourself."
He pointed to a small black cigarette box on the coffee table, and as he left the living room, she walked over. She didn't, smoke, but the box was beautiful. As she lifted the cover to see what kind of cigarettes a famous writer would keep in his penthouse apartment, she had to gasp.
Though it was a cigarette box, it was filled with white powder. Lisa moved her finger to her lips, wet it, then dipped it into the powder. As she rubbed it over her teeth and gums, she knew for sure what it was.
A small gold spoon was dangling inside the box top, and she took it, filled it with the coke, then snorted some. She filled her other nostril, and felt the way her head began to spin with tingling sensation. It was rare that she did a drug like this, as it was so expensive. She had done it before, but this stuff was dynamite.
"I'm sorry," she heard Stan say, as he walked back into the living room. "Mike is at a crucial point in the work he's writing. He asked if you could stay here for a while. I'll keep you entertained."
"Of course I'll wait," she said to him, and she offered him the cocaine, but he shook his head, and told her to take more.
Lisa was buzzing along as Stan sat down next to her. His knees touched hers, and she could feel a kind of electricity running through her. She could feel the way her arm skin tingled as he ran his hand along it.
"I hope you don't think that I'm trying to take advantage of you in any kind of way, but you're extremely beautiful."
"That's not taking advantage of any kind."
"I'm not finished. You see, well, how should I go about asking this? The part of Nancy involves a good deal of nudity. You see, she is the victim of a mad man and you'd have to agree to appear nude in the film, should you get the part."
"I see," she said, lowering her eyes. "Well, I would."
"That's good, but it's not so much a matter of would you, as it is could you? What I mean by that is, well, do you have the body?"
"I'm very proud of my body," she said to him, and he was thrilled by what she did next. She stood up in front of him.
She untied the strap behind her neck, then started to shake her body a little bit. Stan saw the way the sheer fabric slipped down over her two large breasts, exposing them for him to see. He loved the way they looked. Her tits were rounded, firm, and her red nipples seemed to be perked up.
She continued to wiggle until the dress fell around her feet. As she kicked it away, he was about to ask her to pull her panties down, but he didn't have to. She slid her fingers into them, and pulled them down.
Stan sat back, admiring her body. Her pussy hairs were darker than her head hair, which led him to believe that she might have dyed her hair. However, the dark brown fuzz was still quite hot looking, and when he saw her red lips, he liked them.
Slowly, she started to move in front of him, and she ran her long nailed fingers down over her pussy lips. They began to look wetter by the second, and Stan could feel the way his cock was hardening in his pants.
Lisa had never done anything like that before, but she felt as if her body could do anything now. Her head was flying like never before, and she knew that it was all because of the cocaine she'd snorted.
She slid her fingers from one hand into her pussy and spread the lips as wide apart as her spread fingers could hold them. Then she moved her other hand down there and began to wiggle her stiff clit back and forth. As Stan watched her doing it, he exhaled deeply, then moved his hands to her hips.
She moved closer to him, not only because he pulled her, but because she wanted to be.
As she. felt the heat of his breath rushing into her pussy, she started to moan louder than she had so far. Hs flicked her finger away with his tongue and moved it to her clit so that he could wiggle it back and forth.
As her walls began to cream up, he drove his tongue deeper into her and licked the sweet cream right off. He could feel the way her wet walls were spasming around him, and he loved the way that it was feeling and tasting.
As Stan looked up, it was easy to tell that she was rubbing her finger over her nipple. It was the same finger she'd been rubbing her clit with, and since there had been some wet cunt cream on it, her nipple seemed to glisten.
"Oh, Stan, your mouth feels so nice," she moaned. "It really does. I'd love to feel what your cock could be like inside of me, but I don't want you to think that I'm just fucking you to try and get the part."
"I don't think that at all, baby. I don't want you to think that I'm going to fuck you and give you a part, either. There is a chance of it happening, but the chances of it not happening are just as great."
"I don't care about that right now. All I care about is the happening right here in this living room. At this very moment."
She pulled her flowing pussy away from him, and got down on her knees in front of him. As she started to slide her hands up and down his thighs, rubbing him through his pants, she could see how large the bulge was getting. She moved her mouth down-to it and started to exhale hot air against it. She could feel it throbbing through his pants and underpants, and wanted to taste it.
Stan lifted his ass up after she opened his pants and belt, so she could pull them down around his ankles. She pulled his underwear down, after running her mouth over his shaft through them for a few minutes.
With his cock exposed, she was eager to taste the flesh, and he was more than willing to let her have her taste. She opened her mouth and was flicking her tongue fast as she moved it down his cock shaft, until her nose was pressed against his pubic patch.
"Lisa, you sure do know how to suck a dick. What a mouth."
She loved to be complimented like that, he could tell, and he could tell because of the way she was using her mouth, much more skillfully.
Her tongue was flicking faster, and there was a moment when she had her mouth pressed all the way down, and managed to slide her tongue out between his shaft and her lower lip, to flick it against his heated balls.
Soon she moved her hand there to cup them, and he could feel the heat of her palm surging with the heat of his testicles.
When he started to throb in her mouth, he moved his hands down to her head and pulled her mouth all the way back.
"I want to come in your pussy, baby. I don't want to come in your mouth right now. I want to feel my load being sucked out by your spasming pussy."
She smiled at him as he said it, and as he leaned back on the plush couch, she looked at the way his cock stood straight up. It bobbed around a little bit, but when it came to a standstill, it was pointing right up at the ceiling.
Lisa moved closer to him and spread her legs. As she started to lower her pussy right down on his shaft, she noticed the way he rubbed the head of his cock all over her red pursing lips before moving himself between them.
His two hands cupped her two buttocks to help her sit all the way down, and as she began to slide her eager pussy up and down his shaft, he moved his mouth to one of her tits and sucked on her nipple, hard.
Her nipples were both nice and stiff, and the sweat that was pouring off her tit tasted nice and salty. Stan just loved it, and after he felt as if he'd licked the sweat off one nipple, he moved his mouth to the other.
His cock was feeling sensational inside of her pussy, though he knew that he was not going to come in her cunt this way. Though she did move at a steady rate, he had to be thrusting faster in order to work himself up to shooting a load.
Even when she slid her hand behind and cupped his balls, it was nice, but not nice enough. He liked the way her fingers slid over the hair on his ball sack.
Eventually, he lifted her off his cock, and he started to moan softly.
"Let's try it doggie, baby," he said to her. "Doggie is the way I like it the most. Doggie. Get on your hands and knees."
She moved toward an area where there was more room to frolic, and did as he said. Her knees sunk into the plush carpeting, and as she felt his presence behind her, he whacked her on the buttocks with his hand.
"Oh, does my ass tingle when you do that," she moaned softly.
He whacked her a few more times. There did seem to be a point when he hit her too hard,-where it hurt more than it felt good. However, the whack that would follow the hurting one seemed to be all right.
As he kept rubbing his cock head over her pussy lips, she was dying to feel him inside of her, and as he aimed, then slid into her, she moaned louder than ever.
"Oh fuck it, baby. Just fuck this hot pussy of mine."
He held her hips as he started to ram his cock in and out of her cunt, and she could feel the way her whole body was surging with heat. He held both of her hips, at first, but as he leaned forward he slid his hands up the sides of her body.
She felt the way he started to cup both of her tits after that, pressing his heated palms against them so her nipples throbbed.
She could feel the way her pussy was spasming harder and harder, but suddenly, she felt his fingers starting to pinch her nipples. At first, it didn't seem to make much of a difference because her nipples were stiff and still feeling nice, but after a point the pain was getting intense.
She noticed the same kind of thing happening on her buttocks. He was slamming his groin against her ass' cheeks each time he thrust into her.
"Oh, Stan, slow down a little bit," she moaned. "Slow down."
"You have me worked up to a peak, baby. Get into it."
"I don't know if I can. You'll have to be less aggressive."
"Just go with it. Go with it. I know you can do it. I know it."
She felt his cock throbbing inside of her, and her pussy responded some more. She knew that he was going to be coming if he kept thrusting at this rate, and within a few more seconds, she could feel the cream flowing into her pussy.
As he came, he slid one hand down along her belly and moved his fingers to her cunt. He started to wiggle her clit even faster, and she felt the way her juices just surged and rolled down over his shaft.
Lisa's body was glowing with sweat by the time she finished coming, and as he started to pull out of her, she felt him slapping her ass once again.
The pain just surged through her, but she didn't say anything. With her buttocks wet and his hand making slapping contact, her ass seemed to sting.
She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming, but then, suddenly, she heard something.
It was the sound of hands clapping. She felt as if someone was applauding her, and as she turned her head and saw the black-haired man, she gasped.
"Mike, did you see all that?" Stan asked him, and the black-haired man nodded.
"Of course I did. And she's good. She's good. But was she faking it?"
"I don't know. It didn't feel like she was. I could feel her coming so hard around me as I was working her over. You can't fake that."
"But you're wrong, Stan, you're wrong. There are women who have learned how to control their cunt muscles. They can make their walls spasm, and you'd never even know the difference. Believe me, you wouldn't know it."
"I wasn't faking it," Lisa spoke up. "I swear that I wasn't."
It was only then that both men looked at her again, and Stan introduced her to Mike Dodge, the writer of the novel. Mike moved toward the couch and opened his coke box, then snorted a little bit.
"Having trouble?" Stan asked him, and the man nodded.
"I'm at a very crucial point, where Nancy is tied up to a wooden fixture. Something like what I have in my den. But I can't quite figure it out."
"I see," Stan told him. "Perhaps Lisa would be willing to help you."
As Mike looked at her and started to smile, Lisa could feel a kind of sexual heat radiating from this man. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. The look of his handsome nigged face and his white toothed smile was incredible. Even better was the way he started to lick his lips as he kept staring at her. His tongue was Rot.
"I'll be more than willing," she said to him. "Tell me what to do."
"Come with me," he said to her. "After I get this all figured out, we'll do something with your hair, and then we can talk."
She followed him down the hall, leaving Stan in the living room.
As she entered his den, she could see the books all over the place. She could see his typewriter, with the paper still in it, and then she turned and found herself looking at a wooden structure. It was almost like a crucifix, but it was parallel to the floor. Chains at all the ends kept it dangling from the ceiling.
"What would you like me to do?" she asked him, and he smiled.
"Just step back there," he told her. "Raise your arms over your head."
She did as he said, and as he moved in front of her, he started to pull her arms down across part of the T of the crucifix.
He took a step back and nodded, then reached for some rope.
"Hey, wait a second," she said to him. "I don't know if I want you to tie me up. I mean, I hardly even know you."
"If you can't trust me, then you can leave," he told her.
Lisa thought. She wanted to get a part in the movie version of this book he was writing. She knew that she'd already pleased the producer, in some way or another. There was no guarantee of anything, of course. She knew that if she didn't please the writer, there would be no way she'd be cast.
"All right," she nodded, and when she did, he started to tie her to the wooden structure. He used the thick rope, wrapping it twice under each armpit before tying it in the back, so that she could not move.
Her hands were free, but she could not pull away from the structure.
"Good," he said to her. "I like the way that looks so far. Now, the man in my novel has one other thing on his victim, thus far."
"Go ahead," she said to him, wondering what she was getting herself into.
He took another thick cord that had a noose-like slip knot at the end.
He moved toward her right breast and wrapped the noose around it, then started to close it, until it was cutting into her breast.
Then, he yanked on the rope, pulling it as hard as he could. Lisa had to let out a gasp as she felt the rope cutting into her even more, stretching her tit at the same time because of the pulling.
"Christ, this hurts," she groaned, and he just smiled and tied the end of the rope to the leg of his desk.
He stood in front of her, and as he kept looking, she thought that his smile was becoming a little bit evil. In many ways, he started to remind her of the devil. At one point, when a tear began to well up in her eye and her vision was blurry, she almost thought that she could see horns on him.
"Very good," he started to say to her. "I like the way that it looks. Hold it right there, and let me see."
He walked back to his typewriter, and sat for a few minutes. She could hear the clicking of the keys, and as she tried to look over at his the paper, she thought that she could read a few things. There were only certain words she could make out.
Fire. Pain. Torture. Screaming.
As he stood up when he was finished, he turned back to her. She saw the way he was looking down at one of his hands, and as she looked there, she had to gasp.
"No, you can't do that to me," she said to him. "You just can't."
"But how will I know if it works, unless I try it?" he asked her. "Besides, if you play Nancy in the film, it will happen."
Her whole body began to tremble with fear, and she was shaking her head back and forth as violently as she possibly could.
"No, no, no. I changed my mind. I don't want the part."
"The fear is incredible. What an actress you are. Incredible."
She looked at the way he slid his other hand down to his crotch and started to massage the enormous bulge she could see stiffening. He held up his other hand and began to move even closer to her. When she opened her mouth to let out the loudest scream, he pulled his crotch rubbing hand away.
He slapped her across the face a few times, hard, using his palm and then the back of his hand to save time. She began to groan a little bit, and the tears were flowing from her eyes even more, rolling down her cheeks, landing on her breasts. , "Please, let me go," she was groaning. "Let me go."
"But darling, the fun is just beginning. You're the victim now, and we must see how far the victim can go. We must see if she's able to take any of the pain and make it her pleasure. You see, throughout the novel, that's Nancy's search. She loves to be abused, but has to learn how to make the pain her pleasure."
"I can't. I don't want to. I don't want to.
Don't do it to me."
"Those are the exact words she says as he approaches her," Mike told Lisa. "And of course, since she's bound, he doesn't listen. It's so easy for him. He's holding the sharp pin, like so, moving it closer to her nipple. He's moving it to the very tip of her nipple, and he's starting to jab it into her."
As Mike spoke, he was doing exactly what he was saying. She felt the tip of the pin prick her nipple, and groaned as it was pushed in deeper.
CHAPTER THREE
"No, don't," Lisa screamed, but she was slapped again.
"Good," she could hear Stan saying. "She is the perfect victim."
"But the question is, is she acting or is it real?"
"Either way, it would be fantastic. Fantastic. The audience would love it."
She heard the hammering sound, and felt the pain. When she opened her eyes and looked up, she could see the way the spike had been driven through her wrist. She could see a little bit of blood, and when she moved her hand, it hurt.
She leaned back against the wooden X and closed her eyes. As she did, she could feel the way Mike was moving his hand into the rubber bra he'd put on her earlier. He put his hand into one cup, pulled it, then let it snap back. As she rubber snapped against her breast, she had to groan again.
Her head was spinning, and she wished that she would pass out. However, just as she started to wish it, she could hear him telling her to inhale. She did, snorting hard to suck the coke up into her brain.
What had started out as a game, a helpful kind of audition, seemed to be turning into a nightmare for her. She started to think about how it all began, in his den.
When he'd rammed the pin into her, she thought she was going to pass out.
But then, she heard a voice screaming, and she thought she'd be saved.
"What's going on, Mike?" Stan asked, as he pushed the door open and ran into the den. "What are you doing to her?"
"Help me," she'd started to groan to Stan, and he stared right at her.
"I'm trying things out for the novel. The creative process. How do you think it looks? The pin in one tit and the rope around the other."
For the next few seconds, she waited. She closed her eyes, hoping that Stan would just punch Mike in the mouth and free her. But after a few seconds, he crossed his arms and took a few steps back, looking at her.
He was naked from the waist down, but his shirt tails covered his cock. She looked at him and pleaded with him again, but then she saw something happening. His cock was beginning to stiffen, and as it did, it stuck straight out, pushing the shirt tails aside. He even started to rub himself.
"I like it very much," he said to Mike. "Very much."
"I'm glad you're here there, Stan," he'd told his blond friend, and Lisa had seen the way Mike started to get undressed. "Strip completely, because I need two men for this part. You see, the Master has taken on an assistant."
She saw the way Mike let his clothing fall to the floor. His chest was very hairy, and as he kicked off his shoes and slid out of his pants, she could see the way his cock was hard and enormous in size.
He started to move behind her, and slid his hand around so he could press the head of the pin against her nipple, causing the long thin pin to sting more.
He started to rub his cock between her legs, and as she closed her legs, she was even more amazed at the thickness of the shaft. He moved it toward her pussy lips and she felt the heated head rubbing there.
"Please, Stan, tell him to let me go. This is hurting too much."
"Just relax into it, Lisa," she heard Mike moaning. "Relax into it."
He moved his hand down from the pin he'd been pressing, to her dark pubic patch. As he started to rub her cunt lips, she could feel the way she was getting wetter, and soon she was spreading her legs wider apart.
"Yes, that feels nice," she began to moan a little bit.
"All right, Stan, press it," she heard Mike saying, and seconds later, as Mike was still massaging her pussy and making her pleasure flow, she felt Stan pressing the pin again, causing her nipple to throb. "Is it happening?"
"I think so. The pain is working, but there's more pleasure. It would have to be because of your fingers, Mike. It would have to be."
Mike continued to wiggle her clit back and forth for a long time, even after she came once. As he slid his finger away, she could feel his cock from behind. He began to rub it against her pussy, and she spread her legs just a little bit more to let him into her. He was thicker than any dick she'd ever had.
And yet, once his fingers moved back to her clit and wiggled it, she started to enjoy the feeling of his cock inside of her body. She began to back up a little bit as she felt him thrusting, because it was nice to have him so deep.
At one point, she knew that she was the one doing the moving. He was standing there in one spot, and she was sliding her cunt back and forth over his cock shaft. As she felt him throbbing it was incredible.
"No, the Master's assistant is supposed to try to fuck her from the front at the same time. I don't really know if it's possible."
"We'll just have to see, Mike. I'm sure that Lisa doesn't mind."
"No, you'll rip me to shreds with both of you in me," she groaned.
But there had been nothing she could do. With her body bound by the armpit cutting ropes, she could not pull away. She could move her hands and try to push him back, but they weren't of much use to her.
Stan began to rub his cock against her cunt lips from the front, and as she felt the way he started to slide into her, she groaned with the greatest pain.
Mike's cock was almost twice the size of a normal man's cock, and Stan's cock was quite large, too. With the two of them moving inside of her, she thought that she was going to pass out from the pain.
"Get into it," she'd heard Mike moaning in her ear. "Get into it. Think of the way Stan's cock is rubbing over your clit. Think of the heat of the cock rubbing over your clit. Think of it. Think of that pleasure, and not of the pain."
It was hard to channel out the pain, mentally, especially when her body seemed to be wracked with so much of it. But as she closed her eyes as tight as she possibly could, she started to think of what he was saying.
She began to think of only the things that were turning her on.
The heat of a cock in her cunt. The heat of two men, one on each side of her body. The feeling of four hands sliding over her flesh. The feeling of Stan's chest pressing against her left tit and then....
Pain. Because his chest pressed against her right tit as well, pushing the pin into her a little deeper. But for a few moments she had been feeling only pleasure, and Mike had been able to sense it.
"See. You were doing it. You just didn't keep it going long enough, but you were doing it. All pleasure, even though you are hurting."
"I can't take two cocks in my cunt anymore," she'd screamed out.
"Fine," Mike said to her then, and she felt him pulling out of her. As he did, she could hear the sound of something.
She looked over and saw him pulling the cap off a jar of lube. As he started to move his hand into the creamy stuff, he pulled it back and let his fingers wander along her ass crack, until they found her asshole.
"No, please," she'd started to moan then. "Not my ass."
"But that is what happens to Nancy," he said to her. "That's what happens to her in the novel. You must go along with it."
She felt Stan thrusting in and out of her pussy still, and when Mike told her to concentrate on the heat of Stan's cock against her clit, she closed her eyes and started to do that, trying not to think about Mike's fingers.
He was able to massage one of them into her asshole so easily, and soon he was working in a second and a third one. As she started to groan in pain, she heard the way he laughed, and told her there was no way out.
Seconds later, his fingers were sliding out of her asshole, and she felt him moving the thick head of his cock right there. As she felt the way her buttocks were being spread so wide to take in the cock head, she groaned.
Then, Mike thrust it right into her with one hard stroke.
She felt the way her asshole was ripped open by the lubed cock, and Stan seemed to be thrusting in and out of her pussy, faster and harder. Her body began to jerk about spasmodically, and Mike was moaning loud.
"Yeah, she is one hot bitch, Stan. A real good find. Real good."
"Yes, she is. Hot, and pretty. Except for her hair."
"We'll do something about that later," Mike moaned. "As for now, she seems to be functioning according to the way I imagine Nancy to function. Her mind is torn with thought. There are so many pleasures in the pains that are being inflicted. She cannot understand what is going on."
And it was true. Every so often, she would feel a surge of pleasure starting to rush through her body, and she had no idea of how it was happening, as her body did seem to be filled with so much pain.
When she felt Mike starting to throb inside of her asshole, she was nervous. His cock stretched her even more when that happened, and she felt as if she was already being stretched more than her body would allow.
He came inside of her asshole, and the warm cream was smeared all over her ass walls as he . kept sliding back and forth.
Seconds after his limp dick slid out of her, she could feel the way that Stan was starting to throb hard inside of her. She could feel the way his cock was making such excellent contact with her clit, and as her juices flowed and she began to come hard, she felt him pressing it again.
Mike's fingers were near her pinned nipple, and he was pressing the head of the pin into her flesh. The pain seemed to be ripping through her at the same time that the pleasure of the orgasm was overpowering her.
"Yes, her body is torn because her mind is torn," she could hear Mike saying. "If she could only learn to keep her mind from being torn in two directions, and channeled all her mental energy into pleasure, her body would respond that way, tooo."
And though she tried, she found it hard to channel all her mental energy into feeling only pleasure, because of the pain that she was feeling at the time.
W,hen Stan pulled out of her, she could feel the way Mike started to untie her. The first thing that she did when her hands were free was pull the pin out of her nipple, and she could see some blood on it.
"I want to get out of here," she said to them both. "Let me go."
"You are free to go," Stan said. "No one is keeping you here. But I thought we were going to let Mike do something with your hair."
"I don't know. I'm not feeling too good right now. I don't know."
"Suit yourself," Stan had said to her.
And as she'd looked from one to the other, she did like the sight of their naked bodies, and when she thought about it more, she hadn't suffered all that much. Were she to leave, chances of her getting the part would be nil. But were she to stay and let Mike try to make her over, chances would be good.
So she'd stayed. They took her into the bathroom, and as Mike started to wash her hair in the sink, he added a little bit of coloring and some kind of conditioner that seemed to give her such body.
As her hair was drying, he cut it a little bit, so it was shorter in the front, and had better shape to it. They sat around snorting coke and drinking some more in the living room as her hair was drying.
"Well, what do you think?" Mike asked her, when her hair was dry and she looked at herself in the mirror. "Do you like it?"
She had to gasp. Her hair looked like it had been done by a pro.
When he ran his fingers through it, she felt sensational. Then, all of a sudden, she felt his hand around her neck. He started to squeeze, and she panicked. She thought that he was going to try to choke her to death.
Of course, he didn't, but she was so scared, she passed out.
When she woke up, one of her wrists already seemed to be nailed to the large wooden X. She was wearing the rubber bra, and her other wrist was soon nailed.
"Chapter Six," Mike said to her then. "Nancy falls prey to her master. She's been a naughty girl. She's seen another man after promising him that she would only see him, and only obey him. She he's tied her up like so."
"Excellent," Stan said. "Excellent. Mike, you have one best-seller working for you here. Unlike anything else you've ever done. The woman's search for ecstasy."
Mike slid his hand into the cup of her bra again and pulled it back. As he let it snap against her nipple, she groaned.
"You're crazy. You're crazy. How can you do this to a girl? How? You have to be sick to do something like this to a girl."
"All right, Stan. I want you to play the Master here, and I'll be the assistant. When you think the time is right, and you know enough about it, snap it. Snap it as hard as you possibly can. Pull it fiercely."
She knew, of course, that he was talking about the rubber bra, which was already making her breast feel sore. She looked at the way he started to get down on his knees right in front of her. Because of the way her ankles had been bound to the bottom of the wooden X, her legs were spread wide enough.
Mike moved his mouth down to her pussy, and began to lick her.
At first, he let his tongue wander through her pubic patch, making no attempt at all to lick her plush red cunt lips. As she started to feel the heat of his breath rushing through her, she thrust herself forward a little bit.
"Ah, the pained bitch wants to feel the tongue," Mike moaned. "She wants to feel the pleasure. If she would only learn that pleasure is all mental and she can control that, she'd be much better off."
She could feel the way the juices began to rush from her pussy, and when he sucked hard, he was sucking them right into his mouth. His warm tongue pressed against her clit, and made it throb harder and harder.
"She's getting into it," Stan said. "It's so easy to tell. You can see the way her nipples are throbbing, even through the rubber. They're perfectly outlined because of how tight the rubber is, and they're throbbing."
"I love it," she heard Mike moan. "I just love it. Do it."
As her nipple was still throbbing, and the sweat was pouring down all over her flesh, Stan's fingers slid into the cup of the rubber bra, stretched it, then let it snap back hard against her breast.
With her body as aroused as it was, the pleasure felt nice. The snapping seemed to increase the tingling feelings on her breast, and she moaned loud.
"That is nice. That is. I'm starting to love it. I really am."
She could feel the way Mike sucked her even harder. He slid one hand between her legs and moved his finger between her buttocks. She could feel the way he slid it right into her asshole, because she was still lubed.
She started to thrust faster and faster against his eager sucking mouth.
The ass probing finger was making her body feel nice and loose, and as she exploded again, she began to lick her lips and moan.
"It can happen. It really can. I'm just thinking about pleasure and I'm not thinking about pain at all. And thinking about it is making me feel only pleasure. It really is. Believe me. Thinking about it is making it happen."
Mike stood up, pulling his mouth away from her cunt. He looked at the way she tried to rub her legs together to keep her pleasures flowing. He slid both hands into both cups of her bra and pulled them forward.
When he let them both snap back at the same time, she groaned loud.
"You're a lying bitch," he said to her then. "You think that you might be able to do it, but you've just proved that you cannot."
"I know I can," she said. "Finger me a little bit. Just to get me started again. I know that I can do it. I swear I can."
Stan stepped aside to let Mike work with her better. Mike slid his skilled finger into her pussy and started to wiggle her clit. As he worked it back and forth, he could feel the way she started to thrust a little bit.
He pulled and let the rubber snap. As she moaned, he did it again, this time pulling as hard as he possibly could.
She moaned again, and her cunt spasmed when the black rubber snapped back against her breast. Mike looked at Stan and started to smile. He licked his lips, then nodded his head toward what he wanted. Stan saw it and began to smile.
Mike was still sliding his finger in and out of her eagerly spasming cunt when she felt him unsnapping one of the rubber bra cups.
Her left breast which had felt the pain of the pin was exposed. At first, she felt him moving his mouth to her nipple, and though it was still sore from the pin pricking, his tongue began to work it over. He flicked her stiff red nipple back and forth and she could feel the way it was starting to throb.
"Yes, I can still feel it," she groaned. "I can. I can. Try something."
Mike moved his teeth around her nipple, then bit into it as hard as he possibly could. When she felt the cutting pain ripping through her body, she bit her lower lip a little bit and tried not to think about it.
"Only pleasure," she moaned. "Only pleasure. Only pleasure. I think of only that and I only feel it. No pain at all."
Mike loved the way her body was sweating like crazy then. She was working herself up into some kind of jerking frenzy. He no longer had to slide his fingers in and out of her, because she was thrusting like crazy.
As he felt her starting to come nice and hard, he pulled his teeth away from her nipple and noticed that the spasming in her pussy seemed to increase.
When he pulled his finger out of her cunt he saw the way she was still jerking her body back and forth at such a fast rate. Then, he took it from Stan, and moved it to her nipple. so she could feel the heat.
At first, Lisa thought that it was the heat of a body moving closer to hers, because her nipple seemed to feel so nice. But then, as the heat began to burn a little bit too much, she opened her eyes, and screamed.
"God, no! No! Not a candle. You can't do that to me. That's not fair."
She looked at the dripping wax candle he was holding.
The flame was flickering, and each time that it flickered higher she could feel it touching her nipple, causing her flesh to burn.
She could even smell the acrid odor of her own burning flesh.
"Think about the other pleasure you'd been feeling," Mike said to her, and she could hear how angry his tone was getting. "You weren't so pained until you opened your eyes and saw the flame. You should have kept them closed."
Her eyes were overflowing with tears at the moment. She started to close them as tightly as she could, but soon she was shaking her head.
"I can't. I can't. It's impossible to concentrate on pleasure when you're doing that to me. What you ask is an impossibility."
Suddenly, the flame was no longer near her nipple, but when she opened her eyes, she saw the look of rage in his face. His face was-bright red, and he pulled his hand back and slapped her harder than he had before.
"You lie, you bitch," he said to her. "It is not impossible. It is not impossible. It cannot be. I'm telling you that it just cannot be."
He slapped her two more times before Stan, interrupted.
"I think she's had enough, Mike. Ease off. Ease off. She's hurting too much."
"Christ!" the black-haired writer screamed, and he turned and left.
She was so relieved that he was gone, she passed out. When she woke up sometime later, she was back in the living room. She started to wonder if all the tortures had been dreams, or if they'd really happened.
When she looked at her sore nipple, she was positive that it had happened. Then, she looked at the two scabs on her wrists.
"But your hair looks fantastic," she could hear Stan saying, and she saw him sitting on the sofa, fully dressed.
She stood up, and felt how weak her knees were. Lisa walked over and had a look at her reflection in the mirror. She smiled when she saw how sensational her hair looked. The cut was perfect for her face, and her hair had such body.
She turned back and started to get dressed, which didn't take too-long. She only had to pull on her panties, pull up the dress and tie it in the back, then step into her shoes, and she was ready.
Stan held the elevator door as she stepped in, and on their way down, he spoke.
"I'm sorry about Mike," he told her. "Sometimes he can lose control. You know how it is with temperamental writers. He wants it to work so much, that when he talks to someone who says it can't work, he gets upset."
"There's no way a woman can channel pain into pleasure, Stan. I wish that there was. I did it for a while. I hope you were satisfied with me at least."
"You know that I am, Lisa," he said, and soon they were in a cab, headed back toward her apartment building. She asked him up for coffee, and he accepted.
They talked a little bit more, about her working as a waitress, and about her attempts to become an actress. Stan thought about fucking her before leaving her apartment, but realized that nothing could top what happened earlier.
"Here's my resume picture," she said to him, just before he left. "I hope you like it and think you can use me."
"Well, kid, I'll tell you what. If I need you, I'll call you," Stan told her.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Tell me what turns you one," he said to her. "I want to know."
"I don't know what to say. I feel like I'm on a talk show."
"No, just relax. Here. Have another glass of wine. There's a reason why I want to know. A very good reason, Cynthia."
"You turn me on," she said to him, and-he could tell.
He'd started out sitting close to her, but hadn't moved since. Now, a few minutes later, she seemed to be snuggling up against him. He knew that she was feeling his heat radiating out toward her, and that pleased him.
"Aside from me. I'm talking about sex. What turns you on when it comes to sex?"
"A lot of things. I mean, I could get into just about anything with you."
"And for me?"
She turned to look at him, and Mike could see that she was confused. She started to laugh it off, the way she did almost anything that she didn't want to confront head on. But he massaged her neck gently, and spoke.
"Do you like films? I know some people get turned off when they watch films, but do you enjoy them? You know what kind I'm talking about."
"The sex films of course," she said, and she started to blush.
Mike stroked her brownish-blonde hair, and felt the way she loosened up under his stroking. He moved his lips to her cheek and kissed her, then slid his tongue to her ear and flicked it back and forth. Then he asked her.
"What is it, Cynthia? What's wrong? I want you to be totally honest with me."
He'd seen her standing on line for an art film. Actually, she'd seen him. They had both been standing on line, and though he kept looking at her every so often, he could tell that she was studying him closely. Her eyes gazed into his so many times, and finally, she'd moved closer to him.
"You're Mike Dodge, aren't you?" she'd asked, and when he nodded, she started to burst with enthusiasm. "I've read everything you've ever written, twice. No, three times with a few of them. I think you're the most incredible writer. I recognized you because you look just like your jacket picture. No, better."
She went on and on, like a bubbling fan, and he ate it all up. They sat next to each other during the film, and when it was over, she agreed to come back to his apartment for a drink and a talk. He told her she reminded him of a character in the novel he was working on, and that topped everything else.
So he'd started the conversation with sex. What turned her on?
"Come on," he said to her. "Tell me why you're blushing."
"I've never seen a movie like that," she told him, and he loved it.
He stood up for a second and walked into the kitchen so he could get a bottle of ice cold champagne, and as he walked in with two glasses, she smiled. He told her to help herself, and saw how surprised she was when she opened the cigarette box.
He opened the bubbly, and when he was sitting beside her, he pressed a button that lowered the lights in the room. At first, she snuggled against him, nose full and glass full, and he was sure she expected him to make his move.
Mike pressed a second button and she heard the whirring sound, then looked over in time to see the way the screen was being lowered.
One more button started the film, and he saw how engrossed she was from the very first shot. The woman in the film had her mouth open, and a huge cock was moving in and out, between her lips, thrusting fast.
As the camera pulled back, you could see that she was naked, sitting on a bed. The man standing in front of her wore a suit, and only his cock was out. He started td slide his hands all over the redhead's body, and she sucked him more eagerly.
Mike moved his fingers around to Cynthia's shoulder and massaged it, and he could hear the way she let out a moan.
"Oh, you like men in suits?" he asked her, and she licked her lips.
The man in the suit began to take off his jacket. He threw it on the bed, then pulled at his tie. As he did, the redheaded cocksucker was cupping his balls in the palm of her hand, feeling their weight.
When he took off his shirt, he heard the way Cynthia moaned again.
"And hairy chests. Well, that's a good sign," he said.
It was then that he felt her hand moving to his chest, and though she opened a few shirt buttons, then slid her hand into his shirt to feel his hair, he was glad that she continued to watch the film. He wanted her to get more turned on.
As the businessman finished taking off all his clothing, he pushed the redhead down on her back, then straddled her face as he leaned over and spread her cunt lips wide apart with his eager fingers. He leaned over more and began to lick her clit with his long red tonuge, flicking it.
He knew that Cynthia wasn't so interested in this part. Obviously, the woman had straight heterosexual tendencies, and didn't desire the cunt of another woman.
It was nice to know, he was thinking. You saw so many dykes nowadays that it seemed hard to go out and find yourself a straight woman.
She started to move her hand toward his crotch, and as she stroked it and felt the hard bulge there, she spoke softly.
"Mike, I hope you don't mind. I mean, I know I'm being so forward, but this is turning me on a lot. I can't help myself."
"That's all right, Cynthia. Just keep watching."
He felt the way she started to open his pants, and when she reached inside and felt his naked cock, she moaned louder. He was glad that the shot in the film changed then, because he didn't want her to become too engrossed with his dick.
The film cut to the woman's mouth. She was keeping it open as the man was thrusting his dick in and out between her lips. Each time he'd thrust all the way into her, she would hold him deep for a long time.
He could feel the way Cynthia was squeezing his shaft as she watched this, and knew that she just had to love it.
"You're a real cock worshipper, aren't you, my sweet?" he asked her.
"I like a nice cock now and then," she said to him. "More now, of course."
He had to laugh a little bit, and he was glad that she kept her eyes on the screen, even though she started to lick the head of his cock. He felt almost as if she was licking a lollipop as she watched the movie.
He was sure that she had to feel that way, too.
"My, he is enormous," Cynthia said to him.
"But you know something, Mike? I think that yours is the most enormous one I've ever seen."
He'd heard it so many times that he didn't respond, except for a stroke of her hair.
As the man in the movie started to pull out of the woman's mouth, she rolled over on her stomach, and he slid his cock near her buttocks.
"Oh God," he heard Cynthia saying. "I don't know if I like this. Is that man going to put it in her cunt or her ass?"
"What's the difference?" he asked her. "Does one turn you off?"
"I've never had it, but the idea of having it in my ass turns me off. I don't think that it's possible. I think it could kill a person."
As the woman spread her legs, and the man began to guide his cock into her curjt, he could feel the way Cynthia relaxed a little bit, and he felt her tongue licking the head of his cock all over again.
The man began to slide himself in and out of the woman's cunt, and each time he pulled back, she started to thrust upward to try and get him back in. At the same time, Mike could feel her tongue moving all around the rim of his cock. She was licking him gently, and it felt pleasant.
Later, the woman was lying on her back and the man was still fucking her. He was moving his lips to her nipple and sucking it, and she stroked his hair. Then, as he pulled out of her, he started to jerk his cock.
Cynthia had been getting into Mike's cock more and more as she" watched the film, even going so far as to take a few inches of it into her mouth. She took as much as she could without having to take her eyes off the screen.
But now, as the man was jerking his cock fast, Mike could feel her pulling her mouth all the way back, and she was even sitting up a little bit.
"Oh, you like to see a cock shooting off, don't you?" he asked her.
"Is that what's going to happen now? I didn't know. I just like it when a man slides his hand up and down his big shaft. I like the way it looks. I know that I enjoy masturbating a lot, and I imagine that men must enjoy that too."
"We do," Mike told her, and he moved his hand to his cock.
"And I just love the way it looks," she said, and then, she gasped again.
Mike looked at the screen just as the white cream was flying out of the man's cock, and he could see the way Cynthia was licking her lips. He knew now what this eager bitch seemed to like more than anything else.
She loved the look of the come flying out of a man's cock.
As the man kept jerking all of it out, it was landing on the woman's belly and on her thick pubic patch. She was sliding her hand down and rubbing the come all over her flesh with her fingers, moaning loud at the same time, so it seemed. Her mouth was open wide, but the film had no sound.
When he finished jerking his cock, he squeezed the last drop out.
"Well then, you liked that?" Mike asked, and she nodded, then sucked his cock right back into her mouth. She began to slide her lips up and down the shaft fast, and he knew that he wasn't going to come.
He pressed another button, and suddenly, another film was starting. As she looked up at it, he felt the way she pulled her mouth back.
There was a shot of a woman with two cocks in her mouth. Both were long and thick, and coming at her from two different directions. She seemed to be taking it between her lips so eagerly, but as the camera pulled back, Cynthia could see something else.
The woman was bound. Her arms had been pulled behind her back, and her hands were tied together with a thick leather strap.
As one of the men started to slide his cock down against her chin and over her breasts, his hand slid down to her pussy. He began to move his fingers in and out of her cunt, and she was thrusting forward a little bit.
They cut to the face fucking man, pulling his cock back as he started to slap her on the lips with it. He seemed to be hitting her hard, and yet, she kept her mouth open, as if she wanted to suck the cock in.
"Do you like that?" Mike asked her.
"I don't know. I have mixed feelings about it. A cock can be such a powerful weapon, especially one as big as yours. Being tied and all, well...."
"But what if you can trust the man?" he asked her.
"I guess if you can trust the man, then it's all right. I mean, you'll know that he's not going to do too much to hurt you."
Mike could feel her heated breath blowing against his cock head. When the man fingering her cunt started to eat her, Cynthia sucked Mike's cock. She had to be watching the screen no matter what, because when the camera cut back to the man fucking her face, she pulled her lips away from Mike's cock.
The man pulled his cock out of her mouth and started to jerk it, and Mike could hear the way Cynthia was moaning then.
"Is he going to come on her lips? Is he? Oh, that would be lovely."
"I don't know, darling. Just keep watching and see what happens. You can't be too impatient when it comes to certain things."
As it started to happen, and the white drops of cream were shooting all over her lips and her tongue, Mike could hear the way Cynthia was moaning louder. He was even more sure that his plan might work.
She loved a hard cock, and loved the sight of a man jerking himself. He was sure that she could trust him enough. She was an adoring fan-he was one of her idols. She'd been the one to start coming on to him back on the movie line.
A few minutes later, after the man eating the bound woman started to fuck her, and then pulled out to jerk off all over her cunt, Cynthia opened her mouth and began to slide her lips up and down Mike's cock again.
He could feel the way she used her tongue well, but he didn't think that she was taking him as deep as she possibly could. He wanted to move his hand behind her head and force her lips all the way down, but didn't.
Instead, he slid his hand to the base of his cock. As he began to move his jerking hand up and down his shaft, she pulled her lips away. She kept them near his cock head so he could feel her warm exhaled breathing, but she was far enough away so she could look and watch what he was doing.
"You do trust me, don't you, Cynthia?" he asked her. "I do hope you trust me."
"Oh yes, Mike. Now shoot it. I want to see you shooting it."
"Don't worry. You're going to see it, and feel it. Don't worry."
"I want to see it erupting, like a volcano. I want it to shoot all over my face. I want those loads of cream all over me."
He started to moan louder when he was about to come, and as he felt the first load of his cream shooting from his cock, he pushed her head down.
He didn't push her so his cock was exploding in her mouth. Instead, he pushed her so that her lips were parted and around his shaft, while her nose was pressed against his pubic patch. He could hear the way she was breathing so heavily, and he saw the way a load of his come shot onto her cheek.
He started to push her harder and harder, and soon, he could feel the way that she was struggling. She'd been so engrossed in his shooting cock that she hadn't even noticed the way his shaft and pubic patch were cutting off her air supply.
She tried to open her mouth to scream, but by that time, it was too late. Mike could feel her body going limp as unconsciousness set in, and before he let go of her head so it would fall back, he squeezed the base of his cock, moving his hand up to the slit, so the last drop fell onto her lips.
When Cynthia woke up sometime later, she tried to remember where she was. She wanted to rub the fog out of her eyes, but as she tried to pull her hands toward her face, she couldn't even move them.
She looked at the wooden structure in front of her, and gasped. The top part was like a vise, with clamps and screw nuts to tighten it. Her arms had been pushed through the top, and the nuts had been tightened enough to keep her from pulling them free.
Her breasts were pressed against the wooden structure, and as she wiggled her ass a little bit, she realized she was sitting on another kind of wooden board. It was perpendicular to the one she was confined against.
"What's going on?" she started to moan. "Please. What's going on?"
Her head was spinning more than she could ever remember it spinning.
Suddenly, a light went on in front of her, and she found herself looking at a film on a screen. She could see a man jerking his big dick right near a girl's mouth, and as he continued to jerk it, Cynthia was fascinated.
She began to moan a little bit, and licked her lips. She even started to thrust her pussy back and forth against the wooden board she was seated on. She felt the way her cunt was beginning to spasm.
Mike was watching from a few feet away. He loved the way it looked as she slid her ass up and down, and even though he was behind her, he could tell that she was getting turned on, because of the light glow of sweat on her body.
As he saw the white cream starting to spurt out of the man's cock up on the screen, he pressed the button, then looked at Cynthia.
She was so engrossed in the come shot, that she didn't even realized what was happening right away. Sharp steel spikes were beginning to come out of the wooden board that the front of her body was pressed again.
She was still watching the come flowing from the cock shaft when she felt the way her body pressed against something sharp.
She looked down, saw the spikes, then started to scream.
Mike quickly pressed another button. The picture on the screen changed a little bit, to a group of men standing around a woman. She was lying on a table, rubbing her pussy with one hand, while about ten men surrounded her.
He could tell that Cynthia was engrossed again. Though the front of her body was still pressing against the spikes, she seemed to have forgotten all about her pain. She was so engrossed in all those cocks, she was only feeling pleasure.
Mike loved it. The reason he'd wanted to know what turned her on, and if a film would do it, was because he wanted the films to raise her pleasures. He could see the way she was still moving her cunt a little bit.
The upper part of her body was leaning against the spikes, and she didn't seem to mind it one bit. She even moaned louder as one of the cocks began to explode and the cream was landing on the woman's flesh.
Mike pressed the next button then, because he'd seen this film before.
He knew that two men were going to be coming at the same time, and as the two loads began to shoot, the spikes were beginning to stick out of the wooden structure she was seated on. At first, she just slowed down and wasn't thrusting back and forth.
But as the spikes started to stick out more, so that they were cutting into her even though she wasn't moving at all, she opened her mouth to scream again.
"Concentrate on the pleasures and not the pain part," Mike said, in a stern low voice that she could hardly even hear. "That's the only way you're going to be able to do it. You have to concentrate on the pleasures."
Suddenly, in the film, each man was starting to come. He saw the way Cynthia was looking at it, and though she was licking her lips a little bit, she was still groaning, as if all she felt was pain.
As the last load of come was shooting onto the woman's body and the film came to an end, she started to scream. She didn't even seem to care about the next film that was starting, where three men were fucking every hole in a woman.
"I remember now. Mike Dodge. Mike Dodge. Let me go. What do you think you're doing? How can you do this to me? I insist that you free me."
He laughed a little bit as he started to walk in front of her. The light of the film began to show images on his body as he stood in front of her, stark naked. He was moving his hand up and down his cock shaft.
"I told you that you reminded me of the girl in my novel. Of Nancy. In the book, she finds herself in a predicament like yours."
"I'm in pain," Cynthia was moaning. "I'm in pain."
"There are other things that turn Nancy on, and she starts to think about them as she's suffering. She's realized that pain can be avoided if you don't think about it happening. She realizes that pleasure is mental as well as physical."
"I don't know what you're getting at, Mike. Please. Please."
"You love the look of a hard cock, don't you, Cynthia? Look at this one. I've greased it all up. Look how long it is. Look."
He turned so that he was sideways, and she could see the way his dick was sticking out so far. He moved the hand further away from her around his cock and continued to jerk it up and down, so that she could see it.
"The film worked for a long time," he said to her. "It worked for such a long time. You were turned on when the cocks were being jerked."
"These spikes are ripping me to shreds. I can't bear it."
"Don't think about it. Don't move. Think only of the cocks that you've just seen shooting. Or if it's too hard to think, just look at mine. Cynthia. Look at it." He turned so that he was facing her. "It seems to be crying because you don't feel any pleasure. See the tears slowly dripping from the slit."
"Those are drops of come," she moaned softly. "Drops of come."
"Yes, and it would turn you on to feel those drops of come being smeared over your lips, wouldn't it? Wouldn't you love that?"
"Yes," she was moaning, and he knew that she was getting turned on again. She wasn't thinking about any pain, even though the spikes were in her flesh. Instead, she was concentrating only on his cock.
He rubbed the drops over her lips, and felt the way she moved her tongue to the slit to lick away more. He stepped back though.
His shaft was glistening with a kind of wetness as he kept sliding his hand up and down, and he could hear her moaning more.
"Where do you want me to come, Cynthia? Where do you want me to shoot it? I could come someplace where you'd get to see it all and feel it, too."
She held her hand out, palm up, and looked at it.
"Shoot onto my hand, Mike. Shoot it into the palm of my hand. I want to see it landing there. I want to feel it. I do. I do."
His knees buckled as he felt the way his cock started to throb in his hand, and he licked his lips with more determination. He looked at her.
"Get ready, Cynthia, because it's coming right now. I'm going to shoot this load into the palm of your hand, just the way you want it."
Her whole body was heaving with excitement as she felt the come landing on her hand, and she started to moan louder and louder. His body was glistening like crazy with a passion sweat, and she loved the way his cock shaft was glowing with lubrication. He jerked out load after load and it all landed on her flesh.
As he rubbed his shrinking cock against the palm of her hand, she passed out.
CHAPTER FIVE
He'd proved it. As far as he was concerned, it had all been a success.
When Cynthia woke up in his bed sometime later, she could feel the way her body was smooth and slippery. She felt his hand sliding over her breast, and though she felt a little bit sore, the heat of his touch turned her on.
"It was incredible," he said to her. "I've proved my premise. I wasn't really sure if it was at all possible, but it is."
"That what's possible?" she asked, and as she sat up, she looked at his naked body. He had a strong hairy chest, and a huge cock, which was hard. She slid her hand down to the shaft and massaged it.
"That woman can feel the most intense pain, and yet channel it all into pleasure. Even if it's cutting, as yours was, if she's concentrating on pleasure, she won't even know that the pain is occurring. You proved it."
She didn't want to talk to him about it. Now she knew why her body was still feeling sore. She could even see the wound marks on her flesh and tried not to think about them too much, because she feared she'd burst into tears.
Slowly, Cynthia leaned all the way over and sucked on the head of his cock. Her lips were opening and closing right around the rim, and her tongue flicked back and forth against the slit a little bit.
She let her saliva drip down the shaft, and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock so she could start to slide her hand up and down. As she was doing that, she could feel the way his cock began to throb.
His hands moved down her body, and she could feel the way he was trying to pull her pussy closer to his mouth. She moved her body around so that she was soon sitting on his face. By leaning forward, she was still able to slide her lips up and down his cock shaft, working her tongue fast.
Cynthia loved the way his tongue worked on her. He wiggled her clit back and forth, and when he felt her juicing up, he sucked so hard that her orgasm was impossible to control. Her cream surged from her cunt into his mouth.
She felt his cock throbbing a little bit harder, and was sure that he was going to come in her mouth, but when the throbbing subsided, she was upset. He was still hard as a rock, but she wanted to taste his load.
Mike massaged her bruised ass cheeks with his hands as he kept her cunt over his face. His two cupping hands almost acted like a seat for her to rest her buttocks on, keeping her raised high enough so that he could lower his head when he wanted to take a few seconds to catch his breath.
When his head was resting on the pillow, her ass and pussy were only a few inches away from him. He could still smell her strong fragrance.
He looked at her gaping slit, and saw the way her clit seemed to throb a little bit, then he moved his tongue right back and kept licking.
Cynthia couldn't believe how good he was when he wanted to be. Still, she could not help but think about her abused body, and how he'd been responsible for it. That part of her was hating him.
He was right about one thing, though. She did love cocks. She worshipped them, and his was an organ that deserved to be adored.
The feeling of his shaft, rock hard in her hand, made her entire body surge with pleasure, and when she tasted him and felt the way her lips seemed like satin when she pulled her mouth away, it was incredible.
Cynthia soon pulled her pussy away from his face, and started to turn her body around. As she lowered her cunt down on his cock, she could hear the way he was moaning, and saw that seductive smile of his.
She started to ride his cock up and down, then pressed her tits down against his sweaty hairy chest, and whispered into his ear.
"Do you like the way that feels, Mike? Is it really good for you?"
"It feels incredible, Cynthia. I can't believe how incredible it's feeling."
He was cupping her buttocks as she slid her pussy up and down, and every so often he would pull his hand away from her ass cheeks and then slap them. Though it hurt her a little bit, her pussy still spasmed harder each time he slapped her.
She moved her lips to his and kissed him, thinking that she could easily forgive a man like this for anything horrible he might do. He had such a wonderful glow about him, that his heat seemed to make all pain subside.
Each time she sat all the way down on his cock, she felt him thrusting it upward a little bit more, and she slid her hand behind to his balls and cupped them. They were so big that it was hard holding them both in the palm of one hand.
There was one point when she held her pussy up nice and high, and he started to thrust his cock up and down like a maniac. She loved the way his groin felt as it slapped between her legs, but when he started to throb, kept on thrusting, and the throbbing subsided before he came, she wondered what was wrong.
He knew that she expected him to come, and was glad that she didn't say anything about the way his cock stopped throbbing.
He was not glad for long. As she sat up on him, her tits dripping with passion sweat, she moved both of her hands to his nipples. She started to pinch at them until they were stiff, and then she moaned softly.
"So what turns you on, Mike?" she asked him. "You asked me that when we first got here. I'd like to ask you the same thing."
"I'm turned on right now," he told her. "You know that."
"I mean, what turns you on when it comes to actually shooting? It's one thing to have a hard cock, but another thing to get it to shoot."
He started to laugh a little bit, and he could tell that she was not smiling. In fact, his laughter seemed to anger her a little bit.
"I'm serious, Mike. What turns you on? I want to know."
"A nice fuck, just like this," he told her. "That's all."
"You've written so many different things in your novels. Things I never even dreamed about. Surely some of them have to be fantasies of yours."
He shook his head no, though he wished she would stop.
"Your men are usually kind of brutal with their women, though not as brutal as you were with me before. No matter how brutal they are though, the woman seems to enjoy it. I sometimes have trouble believing that."
"Which is why Nancy, the heroine in my next opus, will change the feelings of women all over the world. She'll justify feelings I've been writing in other characters for the last few years. And you've helped me with that."
She gasped, and he was surprised when she did that. Then, she started to lick her lips all over again, and she moaned softly.
"Now fuck me the way you like to fuck a woman," she said to him.
She rolled off his cock, and lay back on the bed. As he rolled over, he started to push her legs up over her head. He moved between them, and she pressed each leg against his chest, letting her feet rest on his shoulders.
As he moved closer on his knees, she could feel the thick head of his cock rubbing against her cunt, and she loved it.
Mike started to ease himself into her, and Cynthia could feel the way her clit was throbbing harder than ever. As he began to thrust, it seemed to be rather tender and gentle. But then, when he throbbed, she felt him ramming his cock in and out of her hard, so that her buttocks were throbbing with pain.
"Slow down, Mike," she groaned. "You can hurt a girl this way."
"Nonsense, Cynthia. You love it. You know that you do."
She could feel the way her cunt was starting to ache a little bit, and when his throbbing stopped, he started to fuck her slowly again. With each inward thrust, she could feel the way her juices were flowing stronger.
He moved his fingers to her nipples and began to pinch them. At first, she felt them throbbing under his touch, but then he was getting too brutal.
"Ease up, Mike. I can't have you mauling me like that. Ease up."
"Just relax, baby. Relax. Think about the pleasures. Think of only that."
She started to moan a little bit when she closed her eyes and thought about him jerking his cock right in front of her face.
She thought about the feeling of the come drops as he rubbed the head of his cock all over her lips, and how good it tasted, too.
Her pussy began to spasm around him, and Mike started to fuck her even faster and harder than he had been doing it before. Cynthia could feel the pain beginning to surge through her body, and that pain was taking over for all pleasure.
Her nipples felt as if they were being ripped into. Her cunt was no longer throbbing, and when his cock began to pulse inside of her, she could feel the way her walls were being ripped at, more and more.
"Mike, you'll kill me," she said to him. "Stop it."
"Get ready, baby, because here it comes. Shooting right into you."
He continued to thrust like a wildman as he was coming in her, and though she liked the oozing pumping feeling of the cream, she still hated the way it felt as he was slamming so hard in and out of her.
She tried to slide her hands toward his groin, to push him all the way out, but he quickly slapped her across the face.
No man had ever cracked her before, and she hated it. The anger that began to rage through her when he did it was uncontrollable.
She pushed him off her with all her might, and he was even stunned, she could tell. He'd probably never met anyone as strong as she was. Cynthia was thinking that she wasn't normally so strong, but he had her adrenalin flowing.
"You're a fucking sick man." she screamed at him. "A sick man. I always knew that you writers had to be sick. I always thought about it. To write the things that you do. I love to read it, but it's still sick."
She saw her clothing lying on the chair near his bed, and stood up so that she could dress. He sat up on the bed and held out both hands.
"Cynthia, I don't know what's wrong with you. Really, I don't."
"No man has ever slapped me and I'm not going to take it from anyone, even you, Mike Dodge. And another thing. No woman can feel pain and channel it into pleasure."
"You did," he said to her.
"I don't even know how it happened. I wasn't even thinking about the spikes in me. I was too busy looking at your cock. Your cock. I bet you've dazzled millions of girls into doing things that they never thought they'd do, just because of your cock."
"The point is, you were into my cock so much that you didn't even think about the ripping spikes. Which makes it all possible."
Though it had been true, for a few seconds, she didn't want him to believe that it was. She didn't want him to be able to write a book about a girl who could do that, because then men might read it and think it was really true. If that was the case, think of all those men in the world who would abuse their women.
"I lied to you, Mike," she said to him. "I lied to you."
She was buttoning her blouse and stepping into her shoes as he gasped.
"What the hell do you mean, you lied to me?" he asked her. "You couldn't have lied to me, you fucking bitch. You couldn't have."
"I couldn't have? Well then how come I did? True, I got off on the look of your cock, but I was in pain the whole time. I just kept thinking that maybe, after you'd come, you'd free me. I thought that you seemed to be a slave to your own dick, and after you shot, you'd snap out of your sick frenzy."
"You are a fucking bitch," he said to her. "You really are."
"No, I'm a fucked-over bitch, and you're a bastard," she said to him.
As he tried to grab her hand, she took her pocketbook and ran out of the room. She ran down the hall to the living room, and pushed the button to wait for the elevator.
Mike was pulling his robe around him as he walked into the living room and saw her standing there. He could still see how angry she was, so he didn't go near her. Instead, he walked over to the cigarette case, opened it, then snorted some coke to calm him down. As he did, she was talking.
"I don't know if I could ever read another one of your books, now that I know you don't understand the first thing about women. I used to admire your heroines. Now that I think about them more, I realize that they were all so phony. Mike, you are a pathetic excuse for a man and an author."
The elevator door opened, and she stepped into it.
"Oh Cynthia?" he said to her, before the door closed. "Drop dead!"
The door closed quickly, and Mike sat back on the sofa. He tried to choke back a tear, because his ego was so bruised.
She'd insulted him as a man and an author, and he felt horrible. But more than that, he'd felt so triumphant thinking that it was possible, and she'd suddenly made that triumph seem like a total failure, by telling him that it was not.
He sat there for the longest time, thinking that he should run into his study and rip the novel to shreds before anyone should ever get a look at it. He couldn't unleash something like that upon the public.
Luckily as he was about to do it, the telephone rang.
"I'm coming over with someone," he heard Stan saying. "You won't believe this girl. She's got the most enormous tits I've ever seen. And more than that, she says that she used to work in a club. She says that she's been brutalized so many times, and in so many different ways. And she still loves it."
"I must see her," Mike cried into the phone, and Stan assured him that they would be over in about twenty minutes.
During that time, Mike showered and shaved, then slipped into a turtle-neck and a pair of slacks. He snorted some more coke so that he'd be awake when they arrived.
As the elevator doors opened, he found himself looking at a stunning redheaded creature with two of the largest breasts he'd ever seen on a woman. The girl stepped into the apartment and Stan was right behind her.
"Mike Dodge, this is Gretchen," he said to his friend.
Mike took her hand and kissed it, then pointed to the table. She saw the cocaine there, and got on her knees immediately. She started to snort a few toots, until she felt sufficently high. Then she stood up and turned around.
"I've heard quite a bit about you," she said to him. "I've been looking forward to meeting you. Stan told me about the book."
"The uncompleted manuscript. It's given me more trouble than anything else I've ever worked on. Earlier tonight, I thought I'd found the answer, but no."
She moved closer to him, pressing her large breasts against his arm. She was still wearing her blouse, and perhaps a bra, but he could feel the heat surging from her.
"I used to do all kinds of things with my body," she told him. "I've had needles and spikes jabbed into me, all over."
Mike could feel the way his cock was starting to stiffen in his pants. He'd come many times already that night, but it didn't make a difference. This creature had to be the most perfect looking woman he'd ever seen.
"I've had my body twisted and contorted in almost every position you could think of, too.
Sometimes I even amaze myself. I don't really know how I do it. But usually there's a lot of naked male flesh around me, and that makes it easier."
As she said that, her hand began to slide under his turtle-neck. He could feci the way she was pushing it up a little bit, and knew that she would have preferred for him to take it all the way off.
He didn't do that right away. Instead, he started to move his hand around to her breast, and he could feel the way it heaved up and down. Then, his fingers began to open her buttons, and he was surprised to see she didn't have a bra on.
"Most people think with tits as big as mine I need one," she said, as she heard him gasping. "But I don't like them at all."
She stood back and started to peel off her blouse. Then, she unzipped her skirt and let it slide down. She wore a pair of black panties which she quickly took off, and Mike could see her naked cunt and her thick pubic patch.
"What about you two gentlemen?" she asked. "Wouldn't you two like to get naked with me, so we can all have a good time?"
Mike looked at Stan who smiled, and both of them startd to take off their clothing as fast as they possibly could. Mike noticed the way she looked at Stan's cock first, then his own, and when she saw how big his was, she reached for it first.
"Oh my Lord. I can tell I'm going to have fun here."
She started to get down on her knees in front of Mike, and he let her suck his cock between her lips. He even started to thrust himself in and out of her mouth a little bit, but the first time he felt himself throb, he pulled back.
"What's the matter? Afraid you won't be able to get it up again?" Gretchen asked.
"No, you lovely thing," he told her. "I just want to see what you can do before I even start anything with you. I want to see how much pain you could possibly put up with before I even bother with you."
"Get something," she said to him. "Anything."
Mike left her alone in the room as he walked down to his storeroom. When he came back a few minutes later, she was on her knees sucking Stan's cock. He noticed the way she held her hand at the base as she was sliding her mouth up and down the shaft, and was not too impressed with that.
Surely a woman as skilled as she was should be able to deep throat, and do it each time she moved her lips down.
"All right, I have something," he told her, and she pulled away from Stan's cock, which was still stiff and sticking out.
She stood up and turned to face him. As she saw the spiked arm band that he was holding and reached for it. She slid it onto her left arm, and even pressed her arm right up against the side of her body.
Mike noticed the way the spikes dug into her flesh, and she didn't seem to mind it at all. She even started to moan a little bit.
"There, you see how easy it is," she said to him. "I think that this is really child's play. I'm much more advanced than this."
"I thought you were, which was why I have this, too."
He pulled his arm from behind his back, and she gasped when she saw it. She didn't try to move away as he took the squared wooden stock, opened it, then slipped it around her neck and closed the hasp in the back.
He locked it so that she could not pull it off.
On the bottom of the stock were long spikes. He thought that they had to scare her a little bit, and he asked her.
"Have you ever seen spikes as long?"
"I don't know," she said, and he could sense the way she was trembling. "I really don't know. What are you going to do with this?"
"Not much," he said to her. "But you were in the middle of sucking my cock and I would like you to finish what you were doing."
Suddenly, he moved both hands to the top of the wood, and started to push down. As he did, she sunk to her knees, but the spikes were already pressing into her flesh. When she was on her knees in front of him, he kept pressing on the board.
He could see the way the long spikes were digging into her breasts in the front, and didn't even bother to look at her back.
Mike's cock was raging hard then. The head of it was rubbing over her lips, and as she opened her mouth and flicked her tongue out, he rammed himself between her lips. He held onto the wooden stock as firmly as he could.
Then, he rammed his cock deep into her mouth. As she tried to pull her head back a little bit, she only caused the spikes to cut more. Mike started to smile a little bit as he heard her letting out what seemed to be a pain groan.
"Oh, I guess we're not as skilled as we thought we were," he said to her. "I guess we can't do as much as we thought."
When he said that to her, it was almost like a challenge. He noticed the way she started to slide her lips further down his shaft.
As Mike felt his cock head sinking into her throat, he began to moan louder and he heard the way she was moaning, too.
Her throat was opening to take him in, and he loved it. He continued to press down hard, hoping that the spikes he drove into her flesh would turn her off a little bit, just so he'd know one way or the other.
But Gretchen seemed to be loving it. He rammed his cock in and out of her mouth faster and faster, and he could see the way all this saliva was dripping out of the side of her mouth. It was because she was so hot for him that her mouth was salivating so much. He loved the way the saliva dripped onto her tits and ran into her blood.
Mike was thrusting his cock harder and faster than he might have ever thrust it before, and he just loved the way she kept moaning. Her tits, though pierced, were heaving up and down like crazy.
"Can't hold back, bitch," he started to moan. "Can't hold back."
And as he rammed it all the way into her throat, he started to shoot off. He could hear the way she was gagging a little bit, and as he pulled back some, he knew that she'd managed to swallow the come.
She kept flicking her tongue along the underside of his cock as the come continued to fill her mouth, and as he slid all the way back into her, he smiled at Stan.
CHAPTER SIX
Gretchen hadn't really been informed as to what it was all about, though she did have a slight idea. When he was coming in her mouth, she heard him saying something, and though it confused her, it filled her in.
"Success. Success. I know that I can go on with the novel now. I know it."
The spikes had already broken into her skin, and though there was a little bit of blood running down her flesh, she wanted to know more about it.
Sometime later, after his cock had been pulled out of her mouth, after Stan had helped to clean her up, after there was no more blood and she was sitting on the living room sofa naked, snorting coke, she asked more about it.
She could hear the sound of the typewriter keys clicking away in the den of the apartment, and knew that Mike had to be writing it all down.
"What's it all about? I mean, I've heard of writers testing things out, but it seems like an obsession with this man. I don't understand it."
Stan said nothing, but offered her more coke, which she was willing to snort right up her eager nostrils. As she did, she sat back and spread her legs. She knew that he was getting a great look at her pussy, and that was just the way she liked it.
Gretchen looked at his crotch. She could see the way his cock was stiff in his pants and loved the look of it. Though she did want to take it out and suck the juices from it, she had to know more about Mike and Stan, and their ultimate goal.
"So you're going to make a film of this book he hasn't even finished?" she asked him, letting her finger slide down to her pussy lips.
She had left some of the coke powder on the tip of her finger and as she was rubbing it over her clit, she could feel that stiff button numbing itself. It was a sensational feeling, one that she'd felt many times before.
After all, a girl in her kind of trade, someone who did these things in front of other people for money, things that could cause pain, needed something. Often was the time that Gretchen had smeared coke, or some other numbing drug on her body, to dull the painful sensations she knew were to be inflicted.
"I don't know how you can do something like that," she continued to say. "I mean, the book isn't even finished. Suppose it's a real dud, as in zero?"
"Nothing Mike Dodge has ever written is a zero. Even if the material is, the public still eats it all up. I'm telling you. They're dying to know what his next novel is all about. The press would love to get a sneak idea of it, but we've been keeping it really hush. You can't say a thing."
"Of course not. I'd like to know about some other things this heroine of his is supposed to go through. I mean, she sounds like a far-out chick."
"Nancy? Yes, well, I wouldn't call her a far-out chick. She's somewhat sensible."
Gretchen was suddenly confused. She knew that Nancy was the name of the character in Mike's novel. That much was understood. But for a second, Stan seemed to have been talking about her as if she was a real person. '
"I thought you haven't read the book yet. At least the part that's written."
"I haven't," Stan told her, and she started to lick her lips.
Her numbed clit had made her pussy swell with wetness, and as she saw him looking at it, his cock was getting even harder in his pants.
"Then how do you know so much about her?" she asked him, and he smiled.
"You're very smart, Gretchen. Perhaps too smart. All I can tell you is that Mike and I have talked a great deal about her. She's still Mike's character, but I've kind of helped him come up with some of the details about her. After all, I do have a hell of a lot invested in this. The book has to be big. Speaking of big ... "
He didn't want to answer anymore of her questions, and as he said what he did, Stan slid his hand toward his crotch. He began to rub one finger up and down the bulge impression in his pants, and he loved the way Gretchen's eyes stayed there.
Slowly, he opened his pants, and lifted his ass up off the couch. As he pushed them down, along with his underwear, his hard dick slapped against his belly. The woman was more than eager to start sucking him.
She leaned over and flicked her tongue back and forth over the slit of his cock. As she licked away drop after drop of his come, he could feel his cock swelling even more, and when her tightly wrapped lips started to slide down his shaft, he just loved it. He felt her taking him all the way into her throat.
As she did, she was sitting up on her knees, leaning over, and it was easy for Stan to slide his hand down her back, then moved his fingers to her pussy. He started to massage her from behind, and because her cunt lips were so wet, his finger easily slid into her, and probed for her clit.
By that time, the coke had worn off, so Gretchen loved it more than ever. She could feel the tingling sensation as his finger made contact with her stiff love button, and as he started wiggling it back and forth, she began to come gently.
"Oh, I need to feel that cock inside of me," she moaned.
She was rubbing his dripping cock head all over her face, but as she said it, she began to turn her body around. Her ass was right near his face. He leaned over and began to flick his tongue back and forth against her asshole, but soon he was sliding his tongue lower down so he could lick her pussy.
Stan's fingers spread her lips wide so her clit was exposed for him, and as he began to flick that love button back and forth, she was backing up against his face. He had trouble breathing, but loved the heady scent he was taking in.
Within a few more seconds, he was up on his knees behind her. He began to slide his cock head near her cunt lips.
At first, he was teasing her. He'd rub the warm cock head against her cunt lips and as he'd feel them pursing open and closed around him, he'd pull back a little bit. It was almost as if her cunt lips were begging him to enter.
"Perfect," he moaned softly. "Just like Nancy."
"What?" Gretchen asked. "What do you mean, just like Nancy?"
"I've imagined her to be the same way," he said. "The kind of woman who lusts so much for a dick, she'll let her man do anything to her. And then, when his dick is about to please her, her lips still beg for him."
"My cunt lips are begging, but so are my mouth lips. Fuck me, Stan. Slide that wicked hard cock of yours into me and let me feel it, deep!"
He slid all the way into her, and as he did, she could feel her cunt beginning to tingle. He was the kind of man who knew that his cock wouldn't make good contact with a woman's clit when he fucked her from behind, so he slid his finger around and began to wiggle that cock-like clit back and forth, fast.
It throbbed under his touch, and she could feel the way her cunt began to spasm around his penetrating shaft, harder and harder. Her whole body felt as if it was going to explode when he moved his fingers on his other hand to her nipple.
It was hard as a rock, too, and as he began to wiggle it back and forth, he could feel the full weight of her large tit in his hand. He loved it. Her tit felt like it weighed about twenty pounds, for it was enormous.
The first time Stan thought that he was going to come, because of the tense pulsings of his hard shaft, he slowed down. He slammed himself into her so that his groin made a loud slapping sound against her ass cheeks, and held himself there.
When the throbbing began to subside a little bit, he started to thrust again, this time moving in and out of her more slowly.
"Oh, fuck it, baby," she was moaning. "Fuck this hot goddamn hole of mine. Fuck it to death. Fuck it over and over again. And add some pain."
It was the first time he had ever heard a woman come right out and ask for it. Of course, he'd heard of some women who did it, and as he slid his hand under the couch, he felt the thick leather whip there.
He smashed it against her back, as hard as he could. The leather didn't slice into her skin, because of how close he was, but he could see the solid red lash mark that was left, and it turned him on.
Amazingly enough, it turned her on. He could feel the way her clit was throbbing even more under his fingering touch, and her cunt spasmed so tight that he couldn't move for a few seconds. Her whole body shuddered, and it didn't take much to let Stan know that this shuddering was Gretchen at the peak of her orgasm.
He lashed her again, and heard the way she let out a louder moan. As he began to move inside of her, ramming his cock as fast as he. could now, it being easier to move since her pussy had secreted more cream, he knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold back for too long. He was more excited than he'd ever been in his life.
Stan continued to lash her, and though the red marks were left on her back, he never did draw blood. He did draw results. Her cunt continued to throb at that amazingly tight rate, and her whole body was sweating like crazy.
When he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back any longer, he rammed himself into her as hard as he possibly could, and exploded.
"Oh whip me while you come. I love to feel it while I feel a man's cream filling my aching hole. Soothe my cunt with your cream and abuse my back with your whip."
He couldn't concentrate on both, but he did it anyway. His cock kept shooting load after load of hot cream into her, and his hand seemed to be working a little more methodically. He kept lashing her over and over again, and as he did, he could feel her tight pussy practically sucking his cock dry.
She fell forward, flat on the sofa, and he made sure to move with her so that his dick wouldn't fall out of her. He was grinding his cock deep into her pussy as his chest pressed down against her sore back, when he heard her say it.
"Tell me more about Nancy, Stan. I want to know. She sounds so interesting, and who knows? Maybe I can play her. Tell me. Was she real?"
When she felt his body starting to tense up on top of hers, she was sure that she'd hit the nail right on the head. He started to whisper something in her ear, something about, "Don't...." but she didn't hear the rest, because of Mike's voice.
"Well," he screamed out, in a boomingly loud voice, "I see you two have been entertaining yourself while I've been gone. I've finished what I was writingr and now I'm ready for some more. What about you, Gretchen?"
"More what?" she asked, as Stan began to pull out of her.
"Oh, I do like those lash marks on your back. They look so pleasant. But I'd like to make them go away. Maybe a little cream will."
As Stan moved away from the couch, toward the kitchen to get himself a glass for wine, Mike moved toward her. He reached for some cream, and began to rub it against her back flesh, as she continued to lie flat on her belly. She could feel the way the cream made her back flow with heat.
It was incredible. She could no longer feel any pain from the lashings.
"More what?" she asked Mike again, as she rolled onto her side.
"More tests, of course. You are willing, aren't you?"
"I guess so. If the first thing you did to me was a test, and I did pass with flying colors, then I imagine that I can try some more. Only one more this evening."
"Only one?" Mike asked, and he seemed to be taken back."
"Well, if I pass this one, you can try some other ones on me, on other evenings. Look, Mike, though I have passed, they are hard tests. It takes a lot of self-control for a girl to go through what you put me through."
"Self-control," he said, shaking his head and marking it down on a paper. "What else does it take, Gretchen? Fill me in. I want to know."
"Well, lust. Usually lust for the man abusing you. A need to serve. A total awareness of your own body, not only your cunt and tits, but the flesh all over your body. The sensitiveness of the flesh."
"Sensitivity," he said, correcting her like an English teacher.
She smiled, and then he held out his hand, just as Stan was walking back into the room. Mike smiled at Stan, and nodded.
"She is the best one so far. Which is why I shall put her through another test. But first, you must be blindfolded. I insist."
Gretchen didn't really understand why, but she let him put a blindfold over her eyes. Then, she felt herself being led down the hall.
She could only feel what was happening to her body as he was doing things, and she couldn't quite understand. It was obvious that the thing her tits pressed against as she was forced to lean forward was made of some kind of cold metal. It was also obvious to her that he was cuffing her hands on the other side of the metal.
She felt a pulling on her nipples, and knew that he had tied a very thin, but strong thread around each one. Some kind of weight had to have been attached to the end of the thread, because of how much her nipples were being stretched.
As something was slid between her legs, and he told her to press down, she could feel her pussy patch rubbing against something else that was metal. When she pressed too hard, it almost seemed as if a dildo was rubbing against her pussy, but she did try to move her body away. Suddenly, she felt something around her legs.
They were placed just above the joint where her knees were. They were also cold, like some kind of cuffs. The next time she tried to move, she heard a rattling of chains, and knew that the cuffs around her legs were connected to chains.
"Voila," Mike said to her, as he moved right next to her and pulled the blindfold, off. She looked to her side, and could take it all in.
The wall to her left was covered with mirrors, and she could see a reflection of her body, and the way she had been bound.
Her nipples had indeed been bound with some kind of thread, and the thread had been pulled through a ring, one on each side of the metal object she leaned against. At the end of the threads were two rounded weights, and as she moved for a second she could feel them pulling harder at her stiff red dots.
Her legs, too, had been cuffed with some kind of metal cuffs, and they were attached to chains, which in turn were attached to the device between her legs.
Gretchen had been given a dildo, too. The thing that she was pressing her cunt patch against, very lightly now, was almost like a see-saw. When she pressed too hard against it, the back part began to rise.
On that back part of the metal piece between her legs was a dildo. It wasn't the longest one she'd ever seen, but the head of it was incredibly thick. It was more like those butt plugs she'd sometimes stick up her asshole. At least the shape of it was like that, but it was still thicker than any butt plug she'd ever taken it.
Slowly, the bound redhead pressed her pussy patch against the front part of the metal piece, and as the dildo began to rise a little bit, she had to gasp.
There was something for her butt, she could see. And it was not a plug.
A few inches away from the cunt dildo were three very menacing looking spikes. They were in a perfectly placed position so that if the see-saw device was to rise too much, the spikes would move right toward her asshole.
The middle one, it was obvious, would probably slide right into her asshole, so she'd hardly even feel it. But the other two, on either side of the middle, would dig into her flesh.
"Well, what do you think?" she could hear Mike say,-and she saw him lifting up one of the thickest leather whips she'd ever laid eyes on.
"Very inventive. I don't know what else to say about it."
Gretchen laughed just a little bit when she said that, because she was thinking that the only way to deal with something like this was to laugh it off. When she did laugh, Mike did not. Instead, he lifted the whip.
"Your back looks much better," he let her know. "Can you see it?"
She tried to lift her back so she could see its reflection in the mirror, and when she did, her pussy pressed down too hard against the see-saw device. She felt the spikes just grazing against the flesh on either side of her asshole.
The middle spike seemed to slide right into her, a little.
As she lifted her pussy patch up, the spikes and the dildo were lowered, and she could hear the way he started to laugh.
"You tricked me," she said to him. "You said that on purpose so I'd move and you'd cause that to happen."
"It's going to happen no matter what," he let her know. "There's really no way you're going to be able to prevent it."
"We'll see, Mike. You have to remember that I'm a pro at this."
"Well, tell me something, Gretchen. Are you a pro at taking this?"
As he pulled the whip back over his head, then lashed it out at her, she felt the hardest leather sting that she'd ever felt in her life. It ripped into her right buttock, and she started to groan with a great deal of pain.
The spiked stock around her neck had been nothing compared to this.
Instinctively, she pressed her pussy down, and it happened. Luckily, before the spikes had a chance to dig deep into that tender flesh between her buttocks, she managed to lift herself up. It was the cunt-probing dildo that had saved her.
She'd felt it starting to enter her pussy, and somehow remembered that there were these spikes inches away from that dildo.
As she lifted her pussy up, he began to smile.
"Such will," he said to her. "I cannot believe it. I've never met another woman like you, Gretchen. Even Nancy was not like you."
"What?" she asked him. "I thought Nancy is a figment of your imagination."
"She is," he said, and she could tell that he was nervous. It was almost as if she'd caught him off guard for a second, and Mike Dodge, it was so easy to tell, was not the kind of man who liked to be caught off guard.
"I mean, she was, she is, and always will be. When I'm not working on her, I talk about her as if she's in the past. It's only when I sit back down to start writing about her that she seems to be real to me once again."
Mike saw the way she started to nod, and then he pulled the whip back again.
"I wouldn't continue with this test, Gretchen," he told her. "But you said that it was the second and last test of the evening, so I must keep it going. If you were to agree to another one, then perhaps I could make some arrangement and...."
She started to shake her head no. What he was already doing to her was bizarre enough, as far as she was concerned. She'd been in the business of entertaining in clubs where they did things like this for years-but she'd never been tied up in such a position before. Of course, she knew Mike was a writer, and imaginative.
It seemed like it was a better idea to try and pass this test, instead of letting him come up with something new. She spoke with gusto.
"Mike, this test has hardly even begun. Put me through the whole thing. I know what you want from me, and it will happen. But let's see how long I can hold out."
She saw the way he started to smile, and he was rubbing his crotch now.
Mike had changed his clothing since she had last seen him. He was now wearing a pair of racing shorts and a t-shirt. He looked very athletic, and she liked the look. It was even better when she saw him raising the whip again, pulling it back, then noticed that the head of his cock had managed to sneak out of the leg of his shorts.
There looked like there were a few drops of come at the head, and that turned her on. As she licked her lips, he lashed her again.
The second blow, to her other buttock, was harder than the first, but Gretchen was a strong, determined girl. She managed to keep her legs as straight as possible, for it was only when she bent her knees that she pressed against the see-saw device and caused the spikes to do their wicked work.
Mike smiled, and his cock grew even more down his leg.
"Strong-willed bitch," he said to her. "You are the strongest willed bitch I've ever met in my life. I don't even know how much I like it."
As his anger began to penetrate the air, she could feel it. Her body began to tremble a little bit. She could deal with physical pain most of the time, but mental anger was something that always seemed to weaken her.
Men, and strong men in particular (like Mike) could give off so much energy when they were mad, and she could feel that energy moving toward her.
The next time he lashed her buttock, hitting the same one he'd hit the first time, he screamed out at the very same time.
"Fucking bitch. If I have to, I'm going to rip your ass apart."
As the leather did rip into her, she felt her knees weakening. She felt the way her cunt began to press against the see-saw, and as the dildo moved into her pussy, the spikes began to rub against the flesh near her asshole.
She was about to lift herself up, but she couldn't do it fast enough.
"I'll rip it apart. I'll show you that you can't put up with what I have in mind for you. I'll show you, you fucking bitch of a cunt."
And he lashed her again, as hard as he possibly could.
The dildo had still been in her cunt at the time, though she had managed to raise her ass enough so that the spikes no longer made contact with her flesh. This lashing caused her to press her pussy down lower.
And suddenly, there was the ripping sensation. She could feel the way the middle spike was so cold. It had entered her asshole, and she made sure to keep her body in a steady position, because she didn't want that one ripping her inside.
The other two spikes, surrounding that middle one, were already pressed into her flesh, and she knew that moving would cause them to rip at her more, too. She remained as still as she possibly could, until she heard him moving.
Mike moved right behind her, and dropped the whip on the floor. He moved one hand to the buttock that had been lashed three times, and pressed his palm there. As he began to rub it around, she could feel her bruised, broken skin stinging.
"Oh, Mike, please, don't you think you've done enough? I can't take this."
"I thought you could take anything," he said to her. "That was the idea here. To see if you could take anything. And you can't."
"Wait. I can. I can. I was just lying to you. I can put up with anything that you have to give me. Go on and do as you wish."
He pressed down hard on her buttocks. As her ass cheeks were stinging and the see-saw part caused the spikes to cut deeper into her ass flesh, she tried not to shake her body back and forth. As long as the spikes seemed to be in one steady position, Gretchen knew sheM be able to put up with it.
But as she thought that way, he started to wiggle her body back and forth, and she could feel those spikes cutting.
She closed her eyes for a second and bit her lower lip to choke back the tears. When she managed to do that, she opened her eyes, and gazed at his cock. Now it was as hard as it could possibly be, but the shorts he had on still caused it to point downward, pressing against his leg. Gretchen really got a good idea of how long it was that way. The head of his cock was only a few inches away from his knee.
She started to lick her lips, and thought about that cock working over any hole of her body. She didn't really care which one. It was a dick of death, the kind that could make her body flow no matter what.
As she looked at him looking at her, she saw his hand sliding down to the head of his cock, and he started to rub the come drops there.
When his cock head glistened, she felt that it looked even more enticing.
"It's the cock, isn't it?" he started to ask her. "That's the thing that makes some of you so willing to put up with it all. The cock, right?"
"Only if you're a true cock lover," she said to him. "Only if you love a cock above everything else. Only if you worship them."
"Nancy worshipped them. I mean, she worships them. In my book. That's one of the things that makes her so willing. Do you understand?"
He was continuing his palm pressing against her buttocks, moving her around, and though the spikes continued to cut into her flesh, she was no longer groaning. She could feel pain, but watching his cock made her feel pleasure.
"Yes, I understand," she moaned. "I understand. And I've put up with a lot in my life, only when the man abusing me had the cock that I wanted to serve."
"And what if you were doing it on stage and you didn't like the man?"
"I fantasized about the man I wanted. He was very much like you, Mike."
She knew that she had gotten him with that one. She could see the way his face began to light up a little bit, and slowly, he pulled his hands away from her ass. She lifted her cunt up, and felt the spikes moving out of her.
She was pleased at what happened next. Mike pushed a button, and the little see-saw device with the dildo and the spikes fell right off the metal piece between her legs. As she watched him, she saw him pulling his shorts down.
His hard cock stood right up, and he moved closer to her. He began to rub some of her blood near her asshole, but there wasn't enough. He started to spit on his hand soon, and she loved the way his golden dick looked as he rubbed the saliva all over it.
When he was wet enough, he began to move himself near her asshole.
Gretchen closed her eyes and concentrated as hard as she possibly could. She began to squeeze a little bit as he moved into her.
Once she had the cock head inside of her asshole, it was easy to take in the rest of it. She started to moan with pleasure as he slid one hand around and began to play with her pussy, while his cock worked over her asshole.
Mike ground himself all the way into her, and felt how tight she was. He began to moan softly as he slid back and forth.
"Gretchen, I must learn more from you. I swear, you know so much. I'd be willing to even pay you to teach me. I must make Nancy real for all the readers. I must make them understand why a girl would do something like that."
"I will help you," she moaned. "I'll take you around to all the places that I know, and you'll learn. I'll be your teacher."
She could feel the way this excited him. When she told him that, his cock began to throb inside of her asshole, harder than ever.
She could feel the way her whole body was exploding with sensation, because of his ass invading cock, and his fingers in her pussy.
"Yes, shoot it into me," she began to moan. "Shoot that warm come into me, Mike. I want to feel it I want you to know that you won't have to pay me too much to teach you what I know. Some money, and your cock. That's all the payment I need."
She felt him exploding inside of her seconds later, and he stayed there, deep, until his hard cock began to go limp, and he fell out. Then he freed her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
There was a woman up there, tied in what Mike would even consider something of an obscene position. Actually, as he leaned over and explained it all to Gretchen, he thought it was somewhat obscene only because he hadn't thought of it.
"Use it," she said to him then. "Make note of it. Write it all down. No one has a copyright on these things. Believe me."
So he took out his pad, and as he sipped his drink, he began to write it all down. He wished that he had a camera so he could take a photograph, for that would have made it all so much easier. Still, it was simple to first describe the way the girl was bound, and then do a quick sketch.
Because it was on a stage, the manacles around her ankles were connected to chains that were hanging from flies that came from the top of the stage.
Meanwhile, the luscious blonde, who had earlier been coming on to Mike as she sat in the club watching other acts, was laid back on some kind of a stone device.
The top part of it, which her body was pressed against, had jagged edges, and each time she moved, those edges seemed to cut into her flesh a little bit. Both of her hands were cuffed to the sides of the stone device, with just a few inches of chain so that she could move a little bit.
What fascinated Mike the most was the device pressing between her legs.
It was only an ordinary metal pole, but the way it had been placed there had to have been from the mind of a genius. One end of the pole was tied to a wooden pole that was connected to one end of the jagged stone apparatus.
The pole was pressed between her legs, pressing right between the lips of her cunt, and the other end was tied with a strong to her nipple. Mike could see how stiff her nipple was, and each time the blonde breathed and her tit heaved up and down a little bit, it caused a movement in the metal pole.
Sometimes, the pole seemed to be pressing down even harder against her cunt lips, and she would be groaning in pain.
"That's Sally," Gretchen whispered to him. "She's a big dyke."
He didn't really believe what Gretchen said to him, until he heard the sound of footsteps, stomping hard on the stage floor. He looked over, and saw a tall, lovely woman walking close to the bound Sally.
He didn't really know what color hair the woman had, because she was wearing a leather headpiece that covered her hair. She also had on a leather corset that seemed to have been bound so tightly around her body.
The tall woman's breasts seemed to have been pushed up and outward with this leather corset, making them look enormous. When she turned to face the people in the audience, Mike still didn't know what color this woman's hair was. He would have thought he'd be able to tell by the pussy hairs.
But this woman was clean shaven. There was not a hair to be seen between her legs, but her wet red pussy lips were on full display.
"Sally has been such a bad bitch, that I've invented the jagged torture for her. Shall we all see how it works?" the woman asked.
She was addressing herself directly to the audience, and Mike knew that most of the people there had to be regular customers.
They started to cheer, almost on cue, and the tall woman moved near Sally's head Sally's head was the one part of her body that was hanging over the edge of the jagged stone structure, and though her lower back and ass were lifted up high, because of the cuffs around her ankles, her upper back and shoulder were really pressing down hard against the jagged edges.
The tall dominating woman spread her legs, so that one leg was on either side of Sally's head, and started to lower herself.
"No," the bound blonde began to moan. "No, please don't do it."
"But you know that you love to suck my dripping pussy," she moaned soflty. "You know that it turns you on more than anythg else."
"Not now. I can't do it now. Please, Monica. I just can't."
The woman, whose name Mike now knew was Monica, moved her hand toward the pole.
She pressed down hard on it, and it cut deeper into Sally's pussy. It was only when Monica pulled her hand away and held it up that Mike realized something. This pole was as jagged and cutting as the stone structure.
There was blood at the tip of Monica's fingers, blood from having touched the edge of the pole and cut herself.
"It's razor sharp," Gretchen whispered to Mike. "Ra'zor sharp."
Mike shuddered for only a second, but then, he started to smile. He loved it. He continued to take notes, for although Nancy was heterosexual in his novel, he knew that one lesbian scene might be interesting. And, should he decide to change it, he could always turn Monica into a man and call him Max.
As Monica began to lower her pussy more, he thought, about it.
If a man's cock was hard, and he was pressing it down, it would be moving toward the bound girl's lips. Yes, it would work.
As Monica began to press her pussy down against Sally's mouth, Sally began to lick her, and the woman started to moan. Then, she slid her hand toward Sally's other breast and began to massage that nipple.
It throbbed a little bit, and Mike could see the way the tied nipple was also starting to throb. Monica began to talk loud, because it seemed like all of the audience could not see what was happening, and she wanted them to know.
"Oh, yes, she's licking my pussy, and her tongue knows just where my clit is. I'm starting to come, and unfortunately for poor Sally, my coming turns her on so much that her body will be abused. Like so."
Sally's tits were heaving up and down, and that one bound nipple was causing the pole between her legs to move. As Sally started to groan louder and louder, Mike could see the first trickle of blood.
It was starting to flow down over one of her buttocks. As he saw it, he could feel the way his cock throbbed even more, and he reached for Gretchen's hand. He pulled it over to his crotch, and she began to massage him gently.
"Oh, Mike, I can tell that this turns you on," she moaned.
"It does. It does. It turns me on more than you'll ever know."
He started to lick his lips, and Gretchen, who had seen this kind of thing before, and had even seen this exact show, decided that she'd rather suck on a cock than watch some dyke forcing her lover to suffer.
Mike loved it when he saw Gretchen sliding off her seat, under the table.
And he didn't have to do a thing. He could feel the way she opened his zipper with her hands, and she began to pull his cock out. When he was out, she slid her lips around the head of it and began to suck it.
As Monica continued to move her pussy up and down over her lover's face, something else started to happen. The chains that had been holding Sally's legs up high began to lower themselves, and the girl's legs were moving down. Soon, her entire back was pressed against the jagged stone structure.
The razor sharp pole was still suspended in the air, but a few seconds later Monica pulled her pussy away from Sally's face, and moved toward the other end of the structure. She started to untie the wooden pole that had held the razor sharp metal pole up, and once that wooden pole was gone, she let the razor sharp metal pole fall.
It landed right between Sally's legs, and though there was nothing pressing it down, it did slice into her, causing her to groan.
Monica began to laugh as she started to slide the sharpedged pole up and down. She knew that she might have been slicing her lover's pussy to shreds, but she didn't even seem to mind. And though Sally was groaning a little bit, she was now starting to lick her lips, as if she loved what was happening.
As Mike saw Monica lifting up the pole, he couldn't believe what she seemed to be planning to do with it. She aimed the end of it at Sally's pussy, and then she began to slide it right into the girl, giving the impression that Sally was being fucked by a long pole where one edge was razor sharp.
Mike could feel the way Gretchen was sliding her lips down along the underside of his cock, sucking his balls into her mouth.
She was rubbing his saliva wet shaft all over her face, and he did love the way that felt. Her hand was moving up and down the shaft.
Sally seemed to be moaning louder and louder, and then Monica did something which really surprised Mike. She stepped back, so that she was at one end of the pole, and began to move it toward her pussy.
Soon, she had that jagged edged pole inside of her own pussy. One end was in Monica, and the other end was in Sally, but since Monica was the one who was standing and free, she was the one doing all the moving.
Each time she'd thrust forward, the pole seemed to slide into her, and she'd keep pressing to force it deeper and deeper into Sally's cunt.
Mike loved the way it looked. And he loved the way his cock was feeling. It was, in fact, feeling better than it had in the longest time.
He started to feel Gretchen's mouth moving back around his cock head, and soon her lips were all the way down his shaft. She had him in her throat as she started to open and close her lips around the base of his shaft.
He moaned louder and louder, then realized that there were probably a lot of people looking over at him, so he covered his mouth.
About twenty seconds later, he felt the way his come began to pour into Gretchen's mouth, and he wasn't doing the moaning then. He felt her sucking it out, but she was moaning so loud, that people were still looking over. They couldn't see her, as the table cloth was floor length, and she was hidden, and Mike wondered what some of them were thinking as they looked over.
Monica even looked over, and winked at him, as if she knew.
"We have a real sadist in our audience tonight," he heard her saying, and he wanted to stand up and deny it, but knew that if he stood up, they'd all see him.
He had never thought of himself as a sadist, and he didn't really like hearing her say it. Still, there was nothing he could do.
It was not until a few minutes later that pieces began to fit together.
He felt Gretchen pulling her mouth away from his cock, and then she eased him back into his pants, and started to sit up next to him. Monica and Sally were still on either end of the jagged edged pole, though Monica's back was to the audience, and they couldn't really see everything that was happening to her.
It seemed like Sally's pussy was still bleeding from the abuse before, though Mike wondered if this cutting metal pole was causing her to bleed more, internally. When Monica eventually pulled back, so that the pole was no longer up her cunt, then started to pull it out of Sally, she turned to face the audience.
Many of them applauded, but Mike was not one of them.
He could see that Monica's pussy lips were nice and wet, and though they were still as red as they'd been before, they were not blood red. The pole with the jagged edge hadn't seemed to cut into her in any kind of way.
He looked at Gretchen, who, having performed in clubs like this before, knew how much the performers loved applause, and was clapping her hands wildly. He reached over with one hand and grabbed her wrist tightly.
She-looked at him, somewhat confused, and he spoke angrily.
"I don't understand this at all, Gretchen," he said to her. "It's all bullshit as far as I'm concerned. I don't like bullshit."
"What do you mean, Mike? What's bullshit? I don't understand."
"That pole had the jagged edge. You said as much, and it was easy to see. Look at Monica, though. She wasn't cut up on it. How come?"
Gretchen started to smile a little bit, and she even laughed some. However, when she sensed that his anger was for real, she stopped laughing, and knew that it was time to do some explaining. So she began.
It seemed that the pole only had a jagged edge in the middle, and that was the part that had been pressing against Sally's pussy when she'd first been bound. Once Sally's legs were lowered, however, the jagged edge was no longer pressing against her, and when both women had an end of the pole inside of their cunt, there was really nothing for them to fear, except for the chill of metal.
"But their pussies were probably so hot that they heated the metal after a few seconds. Mike, it's all part of the gimmick."
"I don't want a gimmick," he said to her, and he slapped her face. "You lied to me. You said that you would take me to clubs where these things went on for real. Instead, you take me to a place where the whole thing is a gimmick."
"Not all the time, Mike," Gretchen said, embarrassed because many people had looked over when they heard the sound of him slapping her. "The next act will be for real.
I'm so sure of it. I really am."
The next act did involve some brutality. There was a woman bound to a large wooden board. A man stood a few feet away from her, and started to throw pointed darts at her body. The woman was trembling each time he'd start to throw one.
Mike did find it fascinating. It was a circus kind of thing.
The first few times the man threw the darts, he just seemed to miss hitting the woman's flesh, and the pointed metal tip of the dart would hit the wood. But then, the bound redheaded woman began to quiver, and as she did, her body trembling and moving, the dart man started to actually hit her flesh.
His aim at her flesh was as precise as when he just missed her. The first dart made it right into the tip of her nipple, digging deeper into her tit flesh. As she let out a groan, the man threw another one.
Mike could tell how much the audience was loving it, .and he was really turned on too. As he saw the man aiming a dart between the woman's legs, she started to scream.
The next dart just missed hitting her pussy by a few inches, and though she did heave a sigh of relief, the audience, along with Mike, let out a groan. They did want to see more. Much more. Like a dart to the cunt.
In fact, Gretchen was the first one to yell it out.
"See if you can get her clit. See if you can pierce her clit with a dart. I know it'll make her pussy flow like crazy."
"Go for the clit," a few others started to scream out. "Go for it."
The man looked out as his screaming, adoring fans, and then at his victim. Her body was shaking even more as he aimed the dart, and there was no doubt in anyone's mind, including the bound redhead, that he would hit her.
The dart seemed to land right on her cunt, and she started to scream out louder than anyone else in the club. Mike loved the sounds of her screaming, and he could feel the way his cock hardened again in his pants.
They stayed to watch one more act, and then he knew that it was time to leave.
He asked Gretchen if she wanted to come back to his apartment, and he knew that she was going to say yes, which pleased him.
Once they were inside of his apartment, he started to offer her some cocaine, and when she was high enough, he told her to strip.
"Now I want you to play my dog," he said to her, as he pulled out a collar and chain, and put it around her neck. He started to lead her all around the living room on her hands and knees, and then he brought her to the kitchen.
"Eat," he commanded, and she looked at the mush that was in the bowl there. When she didn't make a move to eat, he grabbed her by her red hair, then pushed her face right into the bowl. As she started to eat what was there, she felt sick.
She had no idea of what it was, but the smell was nauseating.
He didn't force her to eat it all, and she was pleased. After she'd been forced to eat more than half of it, he started to pull her back into the living room. Then he took her down the hall to his bedroom.
"Up on the bed," he said to her, and she had to jump up there like the dog that she was supposed to be. As soon as she was up there on her hands and knees, he pushed her down so that she was flat on her stomach.
"Now slide your hands up there," he said to her, and she could see the leather nooses that were at each bedpost. She didn't really want to bind herself for him, but she was falling in love with him.
It had been such a long time since Gretchen had felt this way about anyone. As she slid her hands up into the nooses, he told her to pull, and she did. In that way, she'd really tied herself up, because the nooses were tight around her wrists.
He pulled her legs wide apart, and she could feel the way he started to tie a leather strap around each of her ankles.
When she was secure, he started to strip, and told her to turn her head. He commanded her to tell him about his body, and what parts of his body turned her on. It was easy for her to do it, as every part of him turned her on.
She saw his hairy chest and his stiff nipples, then looked up at his face and saw the way he was licking his lips.
As he pushed his pants down and she saw his hard cock bulge, she started to tell him how much she loved the looks of it, and how she lived for his cock.
Within a few more seconds, he was naked, and moved between her legs. She felt him aiming his cock at her pussy, and as he lifted her up just a little bit, the leather nooses around her wrists and ankles seemed cutting.
She was tied so tightly that the slightest move of her body caused the leather to cut into her, and soon there was some blood. Gretchen did begin to groan, until she felt him starting to slide his cock into her.
Her cunt quivered with delight. He rammed himself all the way into her hard, so she could feel his groin slapping against her buttocks. As he pulled back, more slowly that time, she felt her pussy tingling even more.
Then he rammed himself into her again, and she started to groan.
"Now tell me how you really feel about me," he said to her. "I want to hear it. Are you falling in love with me? Do you worship the ground I walk on?"
"Yes," she moaned, as she felt the heat surging through her.
"And would you eat the shit right out of my ass?"
Gretchen could not believe that he had said it. She could feel her whole body getting tense, and knew that he had to feel it, too.
"I asked you a question, bitch," he said to her, and he started to pull on the leash, which caused the collar to choke her.
She could feel the way her air supply was cut off immediately, and with him still thrusting in and out of her cunt as hard as he could, he was knocking whatever air she had in her lungs right out. She couldn't take anymore in.
"Yes," she started to groan. "Yes. I could do it. I could do it."
She wanted to die when she said it, because she knew that she was lying. She also knew that he was the kind of man who meant what he said. She'd been with him now for almost a week, and she had learned to take him very seriously.
Mike continued to ram his cock in and out of her, and he could feel the way he was starting to throb. As he did, his fingers which were in her pussy, squeezed her clit as hard as he possibly could.
He rammed himself deep into her and exploded. She started to moan louder and louder, and as she did, he whispered in her ear.
"Beg me to do what I asked you," he said. "Beg me to do it."
She started to move her lips, but no sound came out. As he was still coming in her, he moved his ear to her lips to see if he could hear. When he could not, he slapped her face, until she started to say it.
Mike listened to her and felt her pussy still spasming around his cock. When she had begged him a number of times, he started to laugh.
"You are such a pig, Gretchen. Maybe I'll shit in your face. But not tonight. Another time."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"And how are we feeling today, Michael?" he was asked, and he smiled.
"Very well, thank you. Better than I've felt in the longest time."
"That's what Stan told me, which is why I wanted to see you again."
Mike sat down on the couch opposite the white-haired man and he started to smile, nodding his head as he did so. He started to understand.
"That's it then? That's the reason you called and asked to see me? Stan was talking to you? Well, what did he have to say?"
"What do you think he had to say?" the white-haired man asked.
"Doctor, you know that I hate this shit, when you answer a question of mine with another question of yours. I just hate it."
"Why do you hate it, Michael? It's the only way to learn."
"For you to learn. But I asked you first, and I want to know what he told you."
Mike was not too surprised at what the man said to him. Ever since he'd been introduced to Gretchen, he hadn't been seeing too much of Stan. It was true that Stan was still staying in his guest room, but Mike and Gretchen were usually out at night when Stan would be home, and they'd be home so late Stan would be sleeping.
"He said that you met a girl who you're very fond of. He says that she's been helping you with your latest novel."
"Is that all he told you?" Mike asked the man. "I'm sure that he had to have told you a little bit more than that. Anything about the novel?"
"Mike, why did you stop seeing me?" the man asked him. "Why?"
"There you go again. A question answered with another question. Is that what they teach you in shrink school? Never to let your patient have any answers to any questions he might have. Always to ask right back?"
"No, Michael. You know that's not true at all. You know that I care for you and I want to help you. I've always wanted to help you."
"You did," Mike said to him. "I'm much better. Now if there's nothing else for us to talk about, I'd really like to leave."
He stood up, but as he opened the door to the room and was ready to step out, he heard the doctor, speaking up loud and clear.
"So, the new book is called NANCY?" the man asked.
"No," Mike said, slamming the door closed and turning around. "I never said that was what it would be called. Never."
"Well, perhaps Stan gave me some of the wrong information. But the new book has the main character named Nancy, isn't that right?"
"Yes," Mike said, leaning back against the door. "Doctor, don't go on. Please. I don't want to hear anything more about it."
"But why, Mike? I want to know. Why did you have to do that? You could have taken a hundred million other names, but you took Nancy. Why?"
Mike could feel himself starting to shake a little bit, and he moved back to the couch he'd been sitting up on before. This time, as he sat down, he turned, and then he lay back to be more comfortable. He looked up at the ceiling.
"Why do you think, Doctor? For what other reason would I chose Nancy?"
The man took out his pad and pen, and began to jot down notes.
"It's so I can get over what happened to her," Mike said. "I need some reason to justify it all. I have to write it all out of me, Doctor. You can understand that. Haven't you ever had the need to get something out of you?"
"I talk about anything I need to get out of me, Michael."
"Well, I'm a writer, and so I write it all out of me. Please, Doctor, you have to understand that. It's my way of dealing with things."
Mike closed his eyes, and he could remember the first time he had ever seen her.
Nancy. He'd been in a restaurant, being interviewed because his first book had been published two months earlier, and was the number one best-seller at the time. He had been an unknown writer who hit it big with his first novel.
As he saw the lovely dark-haired woman moving toward a table, he could hardly even concentrate on his interview. He asked the blond man interviewing him if they could put it off for another time. The next day.
The man agreed, and after he left, Mike sent a bottle over to her table. When she looked at him and smiled, he felt a kind of warmth radiating from her, and he had to go over and ask her if she was having lunch alone.
She was, and seemed more than pleased to have him join her.
Mike was so curious about her. He wanted to know why someone as stunning as she was didn't have a date for lunch. You saw other girls who were not as pretty being escorted to this restaurant by handsome, eager suitors, but Nancy was alone.
She laughed as she told him that she didn't have too many men friends. He came right out and asked her if she was a dyke. She laughed and told him she was not, but did admire him for having the balls to come right out and ask.
Mike would never forget the way he clung to her every word, almost as if everything that she had to say was sacred in some kind of way. After lunch, he asked her to come back with him to his apartment.
"I know what you're going to ask of me," she had said to him. "And I want you to know that I have certain demands that I make of my men. Some of them don't like it very much. I hope you're not offended."
"What kind of demands?" he asked her, and she started to laugh.
"We'll discuss it when the time is right. As for now, let's be off."
He hadn't yet moved to his huge penthouse, but the apartment he lived in at the time was still rather large, though modestly furnished. Since his book had hit the top ten, he'd been taking in large profits, and kept coke around the house all' the time. Nancy loved it when she tried it for the first time.
After they were both rather high, he started to kiss her gently. He moved his tongue around inside of her mouth, and when she sucked it, he could feel the heat that was surging through his body.
Eventually, he started to lick his way down her body, peeling off her clothing as he did it. At first, she didn't seem to be responding very much. He sucked her hard nipple between his lips, and flicked the tip of it back and forth with his tongue.
"Bite it just a little bit," she moaned, and as he did, she started to moan even louder. She seemed so determined. "Harder, Mike, harder. Grind your teeth. I want you to do it as hard as you've ever done it."
At one point, he did feel as if he was going to bite her nipple right off, because his teeth were so close together. But she still wanted more.
He moved his mouth to her other nipple and bit just as hard, then looked at the first one, which seemed to look so abused. He could see the marks that his teeth had left in her flesh, and though it did not really turn him on, it sure as hell seemed to have turned her on. He touched it, and she groaned.
When he started to eat her cunt, she began to moan in the same kind of way.
At first, he just spread her cunt lips wide with his fingers and sucked her clit, but she wanted him to bite into it, and wanted to feel his teeth grinding around it. When he did what she wanted, she came hard.
Later, as he slid up her body and moved his cock into her, he started to fuck her nice and gently, and she seemed to be so blase about the whole thing.
"Do it fast and hard, Mike," she moaned softly. "Please. Fuck me like you want to kill me. Fuck me as hard and as fast as you possibly can. Fuck me to let me know that you like abusing me. I love it that way."
He thought that she was so lovely, and he'd never really done anything like that to a woman before. However, she wanted it, and because he was so turned on to her and did want to give her exactly what she wanted, he started to.
He slapped her hard across the face, harder than he had ever hit any woman up to that point in his life. He got up on his knees, lifting her body up so that his cock stayed in her pussy, and it was easier for him to move in that position.
Mike would never forget the way he rammed it in and out of her then. Her cunt even started to look abused, but the way she was reacting, he never would have known it. With each super-hard thrusting slap as he was moving deeper into her, she'd let out the loudest pleasure groan he'd ever heard.
When he started to slap her tits hard, then moved his hand to one of her nipples and pinched it, then twisted it so that he almost felt as if he was going to twist the thing right off, she went crazy.
She started to move herself up and down, fast and hard, so that she was causing her own pussy to smash against his groin.
When Mike felt his cock exploding inside of her, she was begging him to slap her face over and over again, and he did. With each slap, her cunt seemed to spasm even tighter around him, and he was totally wiped out with that orgasm.
Nancy had dressed while he was still lying there, and before he knew what was happening, she was gone. It took him a few days to track her down, because he hadn't even known her last name. He went back to the restaurant when he'd met her, and spoke to the owner, a man who happened to know her.
Mike had to leave a message through the owner, because the man wasn't sure if Nancy would want him giving out her name.
She called him one night, and told him that she would come over.
As she sat there in his living room, sipping some wine, she started to tell him that she was not what you'd call a normal girl.
"I think it all depends on what you define normal as being, however," she went on to tell him. "I just don't function the way other girls do. You see, Mike, I love to be abused. I don't even know where it all stems from. But tender love-making is not my idea of fun. That's why most men don't want to see me."
He shook his head. He couldn't believe that a girl as beautiful as Nancy wanted to be slapped around-wanted to have her flesh torn and ripped.
"It's true," she said to him. "It's the only way I can get turned on. I've tried it all the other tender ways, and I find those ways boring. When I'm being abused, I can really feel my pleasures flowing.
"But most men won't do it to me. I mean, some of them will, but they only want to go so far, do you know what I mean? They'll go as far as they want to-as far as they think it's hurting me. But I want it to go even further than that, and when I ask for it, I just don't receive it that way."
"I'll do anything for you, Nancy," he had said to her. "Anything."
"Then fuck my dry asshole," she said to him. "It will hurt your cock, I'm sure, but it will hurt my ass even more. Use a little saliva to get it in, but not so much. I want it to turn into a dry fuck soon enough."
He had only fucked a few assholes, and he had loved it. She stripped, and he did, too, and then he got down on his knees and began to eat her asshole.
He did what she said. He only got her wet enough so he could slide his finger in easily, and once he could do that, he knew his cock would fit. As he slid it in, he could hear the way she was groaning so loud.
"Don't come for a long time. I want the saliva to wear itself out, and then I want your cock to rip my insides apart."
He started to thrust, and he knew that she had to be coming. He knew that a woman's asshole spasmed when her cunt was pulsing, and one finger in her cunt was all that it took to know she was coming like a flood.
So he started to slide his cock in and out of her ass, and after only a few thrusts, there was no more lubrication to move with.
But that made no difference. She begged for him to go on, and even though his cock skin was chafed, she wanted it, and he continued.
After a while, he could hear the way she was groaning like crazy, and as he looked down, he noticed that his dick was nice and red. He knew that he had to have ripped the skin off her ass walls, and having continued to thrust, he was now using her blood as the kind of lubrication for her ass.
Mike still loved it. He didn't look at his cock, because at that time, the blood was really not so much of a turn on for him. What was, was the way she came so hard as he kept thrusting in and out of her.
He couldn't get over the way this heated bitch functioned. He loved it.
The first time he started to throb, he slowed down, and about thirty minutes later, he started to come in her.
After that, she told him to tie her up. He pulled her arms behind her back, and tied them together. Then he pushed her back against a long wooden pole.
"Now take that belt of mine," he heard her saying. "Take it and wrap it around my waist. Yes, like that. Now I want you to attack my nipple, almost as if you're going to bite it right off. Mike, I want to feel your teeth actually sinking deep into my tit flesh. I want to be able to see those teeth marks."
"And the leather belt?" he asked her, for he had put it on.
"I want you to pull it as tightly as you possibly can. Mike, I want you to pull it so tight that I have trouble breathing."
He did what she wanted him to do, and was even thinking that the leather seemed to be cutting into her waist flesh. But she didn't mind.
He pulled it so tight that soon, she wasn't even breathing steadily. She seemed to be heaving in order to catch her breath. And he felt almost as if he was going to bite her nipple right off, but that was what she seemed to want.
As he ground his teeth more, he could see that she had her eyes closed, and was even crying a little bit, but he did not let up.
He slid his hand down to her pussy, and then he heard her groaning.
"A light, Mike, a light. Use a match or a lighter. I want to feel you burning my flesh. I want to feel you burning my clit. I want you to burn it until it seems like there isn't going to be anymore clit."
He didn't know if he could do it, but she seemed to want it to badly that he had to do it. For her. He would do anything for her.
As he held the lighter and the flame near her clit, she started to go crazy with desire. She thrust herself back and forth, so that her clit was moving back and forth over the flickering flame. Each time it seemed to be right over the heat, her cunt lips and walls seemed to get even wetter.
"Yes, burn, baby, burn," she was groaning, and Mike had to get turned on.
Whatever turned her on was going to turn him on, he knew.
And that was how their relationship developed. He was a writer, and was very interested in how she managed to channel her pain into pleasure, but he never came out and talked to her about it, after the first time. For he had once asked her, and he could tell that she didn't want to talk about it.
"When you analyze something too much, then it might not work anymore. I've learned that about life. Don't ever ask me that again. Just do what I want."
And because he did, and because she loved it, he asked her to marry him and she agreed. Nancy became Mrs. Mike Dodge, and Mike was thrilled.
He continued to write, turning out one best-seller after another. She seemed to be a constant inspiration for him, but once, when he asked her if he could write a book and use her as the main character, she shook her head.
"No, Mike. I don't want anyone to know about me. Perhaps one day, after I'm gone, you can do it. But no one is to know that it's real. I want you to write it as a work of fiction. I wouldn't want people reading about my past and thinking that I had to be some kind of crazy woman. All right?"
And so, he had promised that he wouldn't write about her until after she was dead.
"Mike, you stopped coming to me a few months after Nancy died," the white-haired man said to him then. "Why did you do that?"
"Because it was easier to work things out on my own. I told you that I can write things out of me. It's easier than talking about them."
"You never did talk about the way she died. How did it happen?"
"I don't want to talk about it. I just can't talk about it."
"Mike, Stan already told me. I know. I want to hear you say it."
"I killed her. I killed her. I just went too far."
He would never forget it. He had her tied up in the most horrendous position ever. Her head was pulled all the way back and tied to her legs, which had been pulled all the way up. She was almost like a pretzel. He never would have believed that her body could be contorted in such a way.
But she'd wanted it. She'd insisted that he tie her that way.
As he started to whip her, she began to move around on the bed, almost like some kind of grounded fish trying to get back into the water. Her whole body seemed to be spasming a little bit, and then she was gagging.
"Mike, there's something I wrote in the top desk drawer," she told him. "If you show it to them, nothing will happen to you."
He didn't know what she meant, but as she continued to move, the rope around her neck seemed to be cutting into her flesh. She told him that she wanted a drink of water, and he left the room to get it.
When he came back, her body was lifeless. Nancy had managed to contort her body in such a way as to cause the rope to choke her.
He had untied her immediately, and he called Stan who took care of everything. Stan found the note which Mike had read. In it, she said that he was the most loving man in the world and would never do anything to hurt her.
She wanted the world to know that she had taken her own life. She had strangled herself, because death was the ultimate trip. For her, the most sensational orgasm that she could ever achieve was only accomplished by her death.
Mike was in tears as he looked at the white-haired man who was shaking his head.
"So you think that you killed her, Mike?" he asked, and Mike nodded.
"But you didn't. You have to understand that you didn't kill her. Nancy was a girl who was always suicidal. You must know that."
"Don't talk about her that way. I didn't come here to hear you talking about her like that, Doctor. I don't want to hear it."
"But she came to see me a few times while she was married to you."
"What?" This was all new to Mike. Nancy had her own bank account and checking account, so he never knew what she spent her money on. "I don't believe you."
"But it's true, and I still have some tapes. Would you like to hear one?"
Mike started to shake his head no, but soon that was turning into a yes. He hadn't heard her voice in such a long time. He knew that he wanted to hear it, no matter what she would have to say.
The doctor turned on the tape machine, and Mike heard her talking.
"I don't really know what it is. I was raised by a father and two brothers, and they all used to abuse me as often as they liked. There was no way I could resist them, and no place that I could run to. My job was to wait on them and make sure that they got whatever they wanted, even if they wanted me.
"Sure I wished that I was dead most of the time, especially when they'd be abusing me the way they did. Burning me and beating me, and using their cocks on me. Sometimes the three of them would take me together.
"I know why I married Mike. I do love him, Doctor. I love him more than any other man I've ever met in my life, because he'll do anything to please me. I only know how to get turned on by pain. That's all."
"Surely there are other ways," Mike heard the doctor's voice saying.
"No," Nancy went on. "I've tried. I've tried, and I realize that it's hopeless to keep trying. Call me a freak, if you like. I think of myself as one. But Mike will help me. I know that he'll be able to help me."
"What do you mean by that?" the doctor asked her.
"I won't tell you. I know you'd try to stop it. I won't tell you."
As the doctor turned off the machine, he looked at Mike and spoke.
"That was three days before she died. Her last appointment here. Mike, I think that what she wouldn't tell me had to do with the fact that she knew you could help her to kill herself. She wanted to die. By having you tie her in the right kind of position, she would be able to kill herself."
"Shut up, you bastard," Mike screamed at the doctor. "Shut the fuck up."
"Mike, these are fact that you'll have to face. You're trying to understand what Nancy was all about, and how she could have put up with that pain. Well the truth is, she was raised that way. That's all there is to it."
"I won't listen to you. You think you're some kind of a God."
"I've never said that. You never heard me say that. Mike, Stan told me about this new girl, Gretchen. He said that she's been helping you."
"I'm leaving," the writer said, as he stood up. "I don't want to hear what you have to say any longer. I think you're full of shit."
The doctor moved toward his patient, and put his hand on his shoulder. Mike whirled around, almost as if he was ready to strike, but he did not. Instead, he put his hand down, and took a deep breath, trying to remain calm.
"Michael, I just want to tell you that Stan seems to think you're leading yourself in the same direction again. This time, it's not Gretchen who wants it as much as you want it, just so you can understand it. Nancy killed herself. Gretchen wants to live. But if you continue the same way you did with Nancy, you'll kill Gretchen, too."
"Get your hand off me," Mike said, and when the doctor did, he walked out of the office, slamming the door behind him. Though he'd heard what the doctor said to him, he somehow tried to block it all out.
CHAPTER NINE
"Mike, are you sure that you're all right?" Gretchen asked him.
"Yes, goddamn it. Stop asking me. I'm trying to concentrate."
"On what? The show hasn't even started yet. Mike, listen to me. You haven't written anything in the last week. I know you haven't. You're out with me during the evenings, and when you're home during the day, you don't write."
He looked at her, and wanted to slap her so hard. He didn't like a bitch telling him what to do, and what not to do.
"How do you know that?" he asked her. "How?"
"Because Stan is home during the day, and he told me. He says that he's worried about you, and he thinks it has to do with me. He thinks you've been spending too much time with me, and that's keeping you from your work."
"Stan called you and told you all of that?" Mike wanted to know.
"Yes, he did. And I feel bad about it. I know how important your work is to you, Mike. I don't want you to stop completely."
He leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips, harder than he had ever kissed her before. He could feel the way she sucked on his tongue when he did that, and as she slid her hand over his chest, he knew she was weakening. As he pulled back from the kiss, he moved his lips to her ear.
"I don't think you should worry, Gretchen. So I've been having more fun with you than I do with my typewriter? Big deal. And you have to remember that Stan is only a money-hungry producer who wants me to finish the manuscript in time."
As he said that, she seemed to relax, and even leaned her head on his shoulder.
"You're right, Mike. I didn't even think about it that way. He is just interested in your manuscript. I'll hang up next time he calls."
Mike slid his hand to her breast and started to squeeze it hard. As he felt her nipple stiffening, he pinched it through her blouse, and he could hear the way she was starting to moan nice and softly.
Just then, the stage lit up. Mike could see a beautiful blonde girl sitting on a wooden board, that looked like a small raft. Her legs were obviously under the wood, and her arms were tied behind her back.
She was blindfolded, and as she sat there, a man walked out. He was wearing a leather jock, but his huge cock was sticking out of the front. He had a strap hanging from the jock, and was holding a pole in his hand.
"I've shaved her so you can all see her cunt. A hairy pussy is so hard to work with. It's so much easier when you can see the cunt."
Mike did like the look of the hairless pussy, and he was thinking about asking Gretchen to shave herself. He thought that they could talk about it late that night.
As the man moved in front of the girl, he held up the pole.
Two very tiny holes had been cut in it. The man started to smile as he slipped the pole closer to the bound blonde's breasts. He reached for her nipple and pulled at it, so that it stiffened a little bit.
Before it was as stiff as it could be, he slipped it through the hole on the pole. Then he did the same thing with her other nipple.
He looked out at the people watching him, and he started to smile.
He slid his fingers to the tips of each nipple and continued to play with them, until they stiffened even more, and throbbed.
"These holes were cut perfectly, so that when her nipples get stiff, the pole can not be slipped off. As you can see, her nipples are trapped in the small holes, and there's nothing she can do about it."
Mike watched as the man grabbed the pole in the middle, and started to pull at it. Sure enough, her tits were being stretched. There was just no way that the pole could slide off of her nipples, because now they were hard, and thicker than the small holes which had been drilled in the pole.
The man pulled harder, and the girl started to groan a little bit.
"Ah, but she doesn't seem too satisfied, and is even groaning in protest, just a little bit. Well, I think that I must shut her up. If there will be no moans of pleasure, then I don't want to hear anything at all."
He pulled at the thing that was hanging from his jock strap. As Mike got a better look at it, he Could see that it was a muzzle of some sorts.
There was a large orange ball in the middle, and straps around it. The man forced the blonde's mouth open, and then he pressed the ball in. He moved the other straps under her chin, so that she could not spit the ball out.
Then, he took the two leather straps that were connected to the ball muzzle, and he stood behind her. As he started to pull on them, he laughed.
"You can really get a bitch to open her mouth wide with something like this," he said. "Wider than the bitch might have ever thought she could open her mouth, herself. Of course, getting it shut is another story."
Mike reached for Gretchen's hand, and she let him pull it over to his crotch. She could feel how stiff he was, and was a little bit wary.
When she had first met him, she'd been told that everything he was doing was for research. She had taken him to a few clubs, so he could see the kind of torturous practices people were into. At some of the clubs, the things that went on were so pain-inducing, that the female victims couldn't feel any pleasure at all.
At others, the pain and the pleasure seemed to merge.
They had been making the club round now for a matter of weeks, and she'd noticed something. Though Mike had had his pen and pad out when they first started to go to the clubs, he never seemed to take it out anymore. He never seemed to jot down notes about what he was seeing any longer.
And Stan had said that he was no longer writing the books.
Gretchen was scared because it seemed like these kind of shows were starting to turn Mike on a hell of a lot. She knew that he had the ability to be very brutal to begin with, and he seemed to be learning new ways to brutalize her.
But none of it had to do with Nancy any longer. Where he'd once ask her things about the character of Nancy, and if Nancy would be able to endure something like that, he no longer spoke about her. Instead, he'd sometimes turn to her and ask her if she thought she would be able to endure it.
And though Gretchen would usually tell him yes, she was getting a little bit tired of playing his game. It no longer seemed like she was helping him to learn about sado-masochism to help him as a writer, but rather, to help him as a sadist.
That scared the shit out of Gretchen, but she tried to hide it.
"Anything wrong?" Mike asked her then, as he was forcing her to slide her hand up and down his cock bulge. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, Mike. Why do you ask something like that? What makes you think that there might be anything at all wrong with me?"
"Your hand is shaking," he said to her. "Are you nervous?"
"No. Just cold. It's kind of cold in here."
It was a he, but he didn't see through it, and rather than keep looking him in the eye so that he might, she turned and looked back at the stage.
The man with the big dick hanging out of his jock was starting to do something that seemed to make Gretchen's whole body shake a little bit. He was pressing one of his feet down against the pole, trying to push it down more.
As he managed to balance himself, he lifted his other foot and pressed it down on the other end of the pole. In doing this, he was causing her tits to be stretched like crazy. Her tits seemed to be hanging down lower than her belly at that point, and Gretchen felt sorry for the poor girl.
The man was still pulling on the leather straps connected to the ball muzzle, and as he kept balancing himself, he was yanking at that, too. He almost fell a few times, but managed to retain his balance.
As the girl continued to groan into the ball muzzle, the man's cock was starting to stiffen more and more. Gretchen could see what an enormous dick it was, and though she liked the looks of it, she felt even more sorry for the girl.
Sometimes, when pain was being inflicted upon Gretchen's body, she could get over it by looking at and thinking about the cock in front of her.
And though the cock on this man abusing this blonde was enormous, and quite a nice looking cock, too, the girl couldn't see it, being blindfolded and all.
The man yanked harder on the leather straps, and spoke harshly.
"You should love what's happening," he said to the girl. "You should love it, and yet your pussy is as dry as a field during a drought."
Gretchen knew that she was going to have to scream out. She didn't think that it was right, but she decided that she would do it anyway.
"Well, let her see your cock so that she knows what she's dealing with. You have a nice enough dick, but if she can't see it, what good is it?"
She could feel the way Mike started to slide his hand up her wrist, and as he held her, he started to squeeze her wrist tightly. He was digging his nail into her flesh, and she could feel pain.
"You shouldn't yell out like that, you rude bitch," she could hear him whispering, and she knew that he was angry.
She could feel the anger waves starting to rush right at her.
"I'm sorry, Mike," she moaned softly "I'm sorry, but it's true."
She wasn't too surprised when the handsome big-dicked man did reach down so he could pull the blindfold off the girl. She looked up at him, and saw the way his cock was bobbing up and down, and she started to smile a little bit.
Suddenly, the man was stepping down off the pole. Though the girl's tits were not being stretched so much anymore, they still sagged more than they had before the weight of the man's body had stretched them.
He started to walk in front of her, and pulled at the leather straps.
The ball popped right out of her mouth, and he started to rub the head of his cock near her lips. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, flicking it back and forth against the head of his dick.
He started to moan, and as he rammed it into her mouth and slid his hand behind her head, he stepped onto the pole again.
First, he stepped up with only one foot, and waited until he had stretched her tit so the pole was hanging down. When he was balanced again, he stepped up on the pole with the other foot, and started to balance himself again.
He continued to ram his cock in and out of her mouth, and she was gagging on it a little bit. Each time that he moved, he caused the pole to pull even more at the bound girl's nipples, and Gretchen realized something else.
The girl's legs were under the wooden raft that she was sitting on, and as he balanced himself the way he was doing it, he was forcing her body down. Her body weight and his body weight combined were pressing the raft onto her legs, from the knees down.
"Look at that," Gretchen said to Mike. "Look at what's happening to her legs. She's having her legs crushed. How awful."
"But she's sucking his cock," Mike said to her. "I thought that was the whole idea. She has his cock in her mouth now. You were the one who told him to let her see his cock, and he's let her do more."
"Mike, sometimes a cock can't make up for all the pain. Sometimes the pain is just too great, and there's no way to channel it into pleasure."
She closed her eyes as she felt him digging his nail deeper into her wrist. It was easy to channel minor pain like that into pleasure.
She watched as the man with the big dick continued to thrust, and when he started to moan, he stepped back off the pole.
The girl's tits were still stretched out, and Gretchen did feel bad for her.
But then, the man started to jerk his cock, and as the come was flying all over the girl's face, she was pressing her cunt down against the board. Gretchen looked and was able to see that the girl was getting wetter.
She had succeeded in turning herself on, and Gretchen was happy about it. She could tell that the man was happy about it too.
"Your cunt is no longer so dry," he said to her. "You're starting to flow a little bit, and now you're going to feel me."
He pushed her back, and Gretchen was glad to see the girl's legs. She was glad to see that they were not crushed.
The man got on his knees between them and slammed his cock deep into her pussy. As he started to fuck her, she could feel Mike pulling her.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked him. "Why are we leaving?"
"I'm tired of watching this, and I want to go back to my apartment."
She looked into his eyes, and could tell that he was thinking of something. She couldn't figure it all out, but he looked somewhat maniacal. Once, when they'd seen an act that really turned him on, he took her back to his place so that he could tie her up in the same position, and he had hurt her.
Somehow, she managed to get through it, because she'd thought about Stan, and something that the blond-haired man had said to her.
"I'm seriously considering you for the part of Nancy," he let her know.
And that had thrilled her enough to keep her .going, to make her come while Mike was abusing her. After all, a part like that one could start a whole new career for her, she had been thinking. She could give up working clubs like the ones she had been working, and head toward a career as a serious actress.
Mike dragged her out into the street, and he hailed a cab.
"Mike, why are you being so rough with me?" she asked him. "I have to know. You've never acted this way before."
He didn't say anything to her. As the cab pulled over and he got in, he pulled her in next to him, and she was seriously thinking of telling the driver that he was kidnapping her, only so she could run away.
Instead, she stayed next to him, and when they got back to his apartment, he told her to help herself to some cocaine.
"I just want to write something down," he said to her. "I'll be back in about fifteen minutes. Get undressed so you'll be ready."
She didn't bother to undress, because she was too nervous. However, as she sat there snorting the coke, she felt a little bit more relaxed. She could hear the clatter of the keys, and was happy. It was the first time he'd written anything in weeks.
As she sat there, she suddenly heard someone whispering. She looked over and saw that it was Stan, standing near the kitchen.
"Come here," he said to her. "I have something to tell you. I don't want Mike to even know that I'm here. I think he'd be upset if he knew what I have to tell you, but I think you must know. I have to tell you all about Nancy. I think that it's important for you to know. I had a talk with Mike's psychiatirst, and he told me what he talked to Mike about."
CHAPTER TEN
Stan was gone when Mike came back into the room, and she was naked.
She was sitting there stroking her pussy, and rabbing some coke over her clit to make herself relax a little bit more.
"Did you write what you wanted to?" she asked him. "I have to know."
"Yes. I think that I might have even finished the book. Now pull your arms behind your back. I want to tie your wrists together."
She did what he wanted her to do, but made sure to keep her flesh as relaxed as it could possibly be. He didn't even tie her as tight as he usually did, and that surprised her a little bit. When she tensed her body up a little bit, she knew that she had done the right thing.
She could feel how loose the leather bonds were, and knew that was good, just in case she had to free herself at the last minute.
"Come here now," Mike said to her, and as he led her into another room, she could see some kind of wooden device on a table.
There were two wooden slats that formed a forty-five degree angle, and there were a few spikes hammered into them. She didn't really like the look of it.
She was somewhat surprised when he started to push her back against the table, but didn't lift her up so she was sitting on the spikes. Instead, he started to take a pan with warm water, and he rubbed the warm water through her cunt patch.
Then he took some soap, and made some suds, she knew what he was going to do, because she could see the razor nearby.
"Clean-shaven?" she asked him, and he nodded. She had to smile.
Gretchen had had her pussy shaved many times before, but she usually didn't keep it shaved because it was too much of a problem. It was nice for a few days, but then it began to get all stubbly. She knew that if you were going to shave your pussy, you'd have to shave it almost every day, and she didn't have the discipline.
For a few seconds, she thought that he was going to slice her while he shaved her but he was being very careful.
When he washed away the last of the suds, she could see that her pussy was hairless, and he'd done a perfect job. There was not a scratch on her flesh.
"Now, for some other things," he said to her.
She saw him taking two rings. He moved his fingers to her cunt and started to spread her lips as wide apart as he possibly could. He pierced each cunt lip with a ring, and then he lifted her up a little bit.
He pushed her back and started to push her down. She could feel two of the spikes starting to penetrate her buttocks, near her asshole.
The other spikes, however, weren't even cutting into her flesh. They were rubbing against her thigh, and she was a little bit confused. She wasn't confused a few seconds later when he took the lip piercing rings and started to pull on them.
He slipped each ring over a spike, and she could feel the way her cunt lips were being spread wider than they had ever been spread before.
Her clit was as exposed as it could possibly be. She saw him starting to take two small rings, and she was so sure that he was going to pierce her clit. Gretchen had had that done a few times before, and didn't like it.
She was happy, therfore, when he just slid the rings around the tip of her clit. Each ring had a small thread tied to it, and he tied the end of the threads to the tips of the two spikes, where the lip piercing rings had been slipped.
Now, her clit was not only exposed, but it was being stimulated a little bit. She saw the way he got down on his knees in front of her.
He looked at her cunt, as if he was completely fascinated by her clit.
"Do you like it?" she asked him, and he nodded. "You like my clit?"
"Yes, I do. I want to see how much pain it can put up with."
She saw him reaching for a pin, and she gasped. As she did, he moved back a few inches, and then he started to open his pants. He reached inside and pulled his cock right out so that she could see it.
"Think about my cock, and you'll get through it all right," he said to her. "Think about it. Look at it and think about it."
"No, Mike, don't do that. Don't stick a pin in my'clit."
"But you should be able to put up with it. Nancy could."
"You mean the Nancy in your book, or the one you were married to?"
He looked at her, and she could tell that he was shocked. He didn't say anything more as he started to drive the pin into her. She opened her mouth to scream a little bit; but managed to hold back the scream.
As she felt the pain, she managed to channel that energy into strength.
"Mike, I know all about Nancy now. I know that you feel like you killed her, but I also know that it isn't true. I know all about that now. Mike, she was suicidal. If she hadn't found you, she would have found someone else."
"No," he started to scream, and he continued to move the pin in and out of her.
He was sliding it back and forth against her clit, and she could feel the way the pain seemed to get more and more intense. She knew that reasoning was going to be her only way out of this one. She had to keep her mind working.
"Mike, it's true. I know because Stan told me all about it. He spoke with your doctor.
She was setting you up to kill her. And she wanted to feel pain because that was the way she was brought up. That's not the way we all work."
"Shut up," he said to her, and he was moving the pin even faster. She knew that she might pass out in a few more minutes, and if that happened, she was so sure he might go too far with her. She was so sure he might even kill her.
"She was beaten and abused as a child, and so she always wanted that," Gretchen said. "She couldn't function any other way. Mike, you have to realize that it's the truth. You have to. Please. You must."
"Noooooo," he suddenly screamed out, and he pulled the pin out of her and took a few steps back. He started to look at the wall, and then at the window. She saw him moving toward the window, and he opened it.
Gretchen worked faster, and with more determination than she had ever worked in her life. She made the tension flow in her body, so that the leather around her wrists seemed to have a little bit more slack.
She managed to free herself, and stood up, pulling free of the spiked apparatus.
As he started to move back, then ran toward the window, she managed to trip him. He fell flat on his face, and buried his face in his hands. She could tell, from the way he was shaking, that he was crying.
She began to stroke his hair a little bit, and as she did, she was talking to him in the most soothing voice she could put on.
"Mike, not everyone can channel pain into pleasure. Only those who are special. Only those who have felt nothing but pain during their lifetime. That's the way she was, and that's why she was special. But she's gone."
About ten minutes later, Gretchen stood up and walked into the living room. Stan was sitting on the couch, and she tried to smile.
"I think that you'd better call his doctor. I tied his hands behind his back, and also tied his feet. I tried to make him realize that I understood it all, but he just can't face up to it. I think he's lost his mind."
"The doctor will be able to help him," Stan said. "I'm sure that he'll be helped. He'll be all right."
Later, after they took Mike away in a straight jacket, both Gretchen and Stan walked into his study, and both of them looked at the page that was in the typewriter.
"And Nancy knew that she just couldn't go on any longer. She knew that she was going to have to end it all. Pain makes one suffer so, and if pain is the only thing to make a woman feel pleasure, it gets to her.
"So Nancy arranged for her lover to kill her. She planned the whole thing, and when her neck snapped, she was finally at peace.
"The end."
"But look at this footnote," Stan said to Gretchen, and as he held it up, she started to read it, and could feel her eyes welling up with tears.
"This is a work of fiction and all character and events are purely fictitious."
As she started to cry, she felt Stan putting his arm around her shoulder. He held her closer and hugged her gently, then moved his hand to her chin, lifted her head, and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
"He had to have realized that pain could not be pleasure for every woman," Stan said to her. "He had to have realized that now. Maybe he'll be able to deal with Nancy's death better than he dealt with it before."
"Will he be all right, though? I hope he'll be all right."
"It will take some time, Gretchen. I'm sure that he won't be all right overnight, but the doctor knows that there's hope. And we have you to thank. You helped him to realize it. Look at what else he wrote."
As Gretchen looked at the dedication, she had to start crying. He had first dedicated the book to Nancy, but her name was crossed out, and Gretchen's name was there in Nancy's place. She felt good about that.
When the two of them moved back into the living room, she sat down and started to snort a little bit more cocaine. It helped her to feel more releaxed, and as she did lay back, she felt Stan moving closer to her.
"I know it's been a matter of weeks, Gretchen, but how would you like a nice tender fuck? Nothing too painful. Something nice and tender?"
"I'd love it, Stan. I hope that I can still get off on it."
"Don't talk that way, or you'll be sounding like Nancy," he said, and as he started to open his pants and pulled his cock out, Gretchen had to lick her lips. She loved the way that his cock looked, and she moved her mouth to it and began to lick the tip of it, flicking her tongue back and forth.
He moaned as he felt her tongue working him over, and slowly, he began to thrust it in and out of her mouth. He could feel the way her tongue was working along the underside of his cock shaft, and he loved it.
Soon, he was rubbing his cock down over her body. He rubbed it against her two heated tits, then pressed them together and thrust in her cleavage.
As he moved further down her body, he reached for some of the coke and rubbed it all over her clit. When her cunt began to throb a little bit, he slid his cock right to her lips, and entered her.
She started to moan as he was thrusting in and out of her, and she moved her lips to his ear and began to whisper softly.
"Fuck me harder, Stan. Fuck me harder. I do want to feel your crotch slapping hard against my thighs. I want to feel your flesh making my flesh sting with sensation. That's the way I like it the best, Stan."
"Some pain," he said to her, and she started to smile.
"Of course, some pain. Not too much. Just some. Enough to make my senses rise higher and higher. Not that much to bring me down from the pain."
He loved the way her pussy was feeling, and as he started to throb a little bit inside of her, he slowed down. He didn't want to comejight away, and as he kept himself from shooting off, he could hear her moaning.
"That's the way, Stan, that's the way. A nice long fuck. Withe some pain and some pleasure, but much more pleasure. A long fuck filled with pleasure to make up for all the pain that I felt. That's the way I want it."
"And that's the way you're going to get it, baby. Believe me. That's the way."
EPILOGUE
Gretchen could feel the way the leather was cutting into her wrist flesh, and as the dildo entered her cunt, and she pressed herself down harder, the see-saw device caused the spikes to cut into her asshole.
"Cut," she could hear the director screaming, and when they freed her, she walked over to Stan, who smiled proudly.
"You're a perfect Nancy," he said to her.
"And just think. The book is the number one best-seller already. The crowds are dying to see the film. Baby, you're going to be one fucking big star!"
She could feel her pussy tingling, and smiled lustfully.
"Do you think Mike will be all right by the time the film comes out?"
"I don't know. His doctor seems to think that seeing the film might be good for him. I hope so. Maybe he could write a sequel to Nancy."
Gretchen felt bad about Mike. He had never recovered. Perhaps NANCY would be the last novel he'd ever write. As the director called her over to get the next shot ready, she walked over proudly, prepared to do Mike's last great work justice.
