They stripped Susan naked and tied her spread-eagled to the bed. Denise finished tying the last knot of the rope which held Susan's left ankle to the bedpost.
Susan moaned, "Oh my God-what are you going to do to me?"
Denise sat down on the bed and began fondling Susan's breasts. Denise said, "You know what we're going to do, honey."
Susan said, "Please-can't you let me go? I swear I won't tell anybody about you!"
Callan said, "We have to stay here for a while. And as long as we're staying, we have to do something to keep ourselves amused."
He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. His cock was stiff, straight, and hard. Susan stared at it, blushed, looked away, and then looked back at it.
Denise pinched Susan's nipples until they were erect. She lowered her head and kissed Susan's breasts. The bound housewife writhed in her ropes, but she couldn't escape.
Susan begged, "No, please don't! It isn't right-it isn't normal!"
Denise laughed. "By the time we're done with you, you won't give a damn what's normal and what isn't."
Susan flinched as Denise touched her pussy. Denise inserted her finger into Susan's cunt and slowly slid it in and out.
Susan started to scream. Callan ordered, "Gag her, Denise. But don't make the gag too tight. I'm going to fuck her in the mouth after I've finished fucking her pussy."
CHAPTER ONE
Susan Roth clenched her teeth and stared at the ceiling while her ex-husband fucked her.
Susan was blonde, slender, and twenty-six years old. She had pale green eyes, strawberry lips, and cream-colored flesh.
She was in charge of the children's section in the local branch of the library. She was outwardly prim and proper, and dressed conservatively and never flashily.
The clothes that she wore to work lay on the chair near the bed. There was an opaque gray blouse, a tweed skirt, and a sack-like blue blazer.
Not even the clothes that she wore could disguise her beautiful body, although Susan did her best to hide her luscious physical assets.
She had full, high breasts, a wasp waist, wide hips, and long, mouth-watering legs. Susan often thought that it was ironic that she had been gifted by Nature with such outstanding physical equipment, since she never made much use of it.
Like now, for instance. She was lying in bed with a good-looking man on top of her, shoving his hard cock in and out of her, and her thoughts were a thousand light-years away.
Of course, a lot of that could be blamed on her ex-husband, Mike Roth. Mike wasn't the most skillful, or the most exciting lover. Susan knew that all too well.
Mike Roth was an accountant. He was five years older than Susan. He had been a fair athlete in his day, but Ins day had been over ten years previously, when he was attending college.
Mike was soft, in more ways than one. His body had gone to seed. He had a paunchy pot belly, and his ass had gone fat from too many years of sitting behind a desk.
He had a wide face. His skin was flushed and red. He was going bald on top, so he wore his hair long on the sides to compensate.
It didn't work. His head looked like an egg with hair pasted on the sides of it. His thick-lensed glasses lay on the night table at one side of the bed.
Susan had divorced Mike over a year ago, but they had still remained good friends. Unfortunately, every now and then Mike became insistent about taking her to bed.
Susan could have rejected him, but she didn't have many friends at all, and she couldn't afford to lose the few that she had.
Sex had always been a major problem between the two of them. Susan had a strange, confused attitude about sex.
On the one hand, she was rigidly repressed, almost puritanical. The one or two times that Mike had asked her to perform something unusual in bed, like sucking him off, Susan had turned him down so curtly and coldly that Mike hadn't dared to bring up the subject for months.
Susan was so inhibited that she wouldn't even let her lawfully wedded husband go down on her pussy.
She knew the reasons for her attitudes. Her late mother had been a warped, morbid, Bible-beating religious nut.
Susan had managed to escape most of her mother's brainwashing, but certain attitudes about sex had poisoned her psyche.
Susan thought that sex was a leftover from an earlier, primitive age of humanity. She was vaguely offended that Nature had devised such a bestial and ridiculous mode of reproduction for the human species.
Susan followed with interest the latest developments in genetics and biology. She was glad that scientists had managed to create life in the test tubes. She hoped that someday the need for sex could be entirely done away with.
She had spent every day of her life since the beginning of puberty in rigidly repressing all sexual thoughts and desires.
And that was dangerous. Because all those years of frustrated sexuality were still with her, still locked away in her brain like a ticking time bomb.
But Susan wasn't thinking of that as her ex-husband worked out on her body. In order for her to remain on friendly terms with Mike, it was necessary every now and then for her to let him make love to her.
It was nothing special, to say the least. In fact, Susan found it a bit distasteful. To her, it was unpleasant physical activity, like jogging or calisthenics.
Mike had a short, fat cock. His idea of foreplay was to squeeze her breasts as he took off her clothes.
Susan was very dry inside, as she always was when Mike, or anybody else, took her to bed. On the bed table lay the tube of lubricant that Mike had used to grease up his cock and her pussy.
Now, his cock was inside her. His hips pounded back and forth, and his swelling belly slapped against her flat one.
Mike was sweating. Beads of sweat glistened on his shoulders and face. His skin was flushed and his eyes were squeezed shut as he pumped his cock into her.
Susan looked up at the ceiling. She noticed that some of the plaster was peeling. She made a mental note to remind herself to ask Mike to get around to re-plastering the ceiling this summer.
Susan felt nothing below the waist. Of course, she could feel Mike's cock sloshing away in her pussy. But she felt no thrill, no erotic tingle.
Well, at least Mike seemed to be enjoying himself. That was nice for him, she thought. She fought back a yawn.
She couldn't wait for Mike to be done, so he would go home and leave her alone in the house. It was a small, neat little house not far from the sea, and Susan was very fond of it.
Mike's fat fingers clutched her hips, and held them as he pumped his cock in and out of her. Susan sighed.
Mike thought that it meant that she was getting excited, so he plowed into her even faster and more vigorously.
Sex, sex, sex. Everything was sex. Whether Susan turned on the TV, picked up a book or magazine, or even listened to a popular record, the subject of sex assaulted her on all sides.
What a joke. It was laughable. Susan felt cheated. All the people in the world were obsessed by the mirage of sex.
It was a mirage. She knew that. All the flowery phrases that the poets sang about, all the words about love and ecstasy, were just so much bunk.
Sex was a mirage. The more a person chased it, the more of a ghostly illusion it became. What it boiled down to was a man sticking his piece of flesh between a woman's legs. Maybe it was good for the man, but it had never been any good for her.
Well ... almost never. There was one part of sex that had given Susan the 'slightest taste of all that ecstasy that the poets had promised.
That part of her life was a secret, sometimes even to her, it seemed. She could never, never tell anyone else about it. Never.
But the truth of the matter was that Susan did have one sexual obsession. It only broke into the open on rare occasions, but she knew that it was always lurking at the bottom of her mind, just waiting for a chance to break loose.
The awful truth was that she masturbated.
She didn't do it often, she did it very rarely, but on the few times that she did do it, she always felt a horrible feeling of sodden guilt when it was over.
But while she was doing it-ah, that was a different story. Because that was the only time in her life that she ever felt anything even remotely like ecstasy.
It only happened when she drank. Ordinarily, she was so repressed and tightly controlled that she hardly ever even thought about sex.
But sometimes, the pressures in her built up to their maximum intensity, and she had to have some relief, or go crazy.
No matter how intense the pressures got, she couldn't bring herself to touch and caress her pussy unless she had had a few drinks.
Still, she wondered if she masturbated because she drank, or if she drank because it gave her an excuse to masturbate.
Either way, it worked out the same. After she had a few drinks, and was feeling all warm inside, she would pull down the curtains in her bedroom and take off her clothes and lie down on the bed and do it.
She would slip her fingers between the lips of her pussy and lovingly and gently stroke her clitoris.
It felt so good! If only Mike had been able to fondle her like she fondled herself, they might have stayed married.
But Susan couldn't bring herself to tell her man what she wanted him to do in bed. She just wasn't that type of girl.
Sex was good when she did it to herself. She could do it for hours, just drifting from one orgasm to another.
Not like when she was with Mike. He took about five minutes to lay her, from the moment that he stuck his cock in her pussy, to the instant when come spurted out of his cock into her pussy and he rolled off her with a grunt.
No, Mike's cock couldn't compare with Susan's fingers when it came to bringing pleasure to her body. Which was something that she could never tell him, of course.
But that wasn't what made Susan ashamed and consumed with guilt. It wasn't the masturbation that made her stare at herself in the mirror with loathing.
No, it was the things that she thought about when she was masturbating that made her ashamed.
Whenever she caressed her pussy, her mind was filled with bizarre, shocking fantasies, fantasies which repelled and frightened her when she was in her right mind.
She didn't know where those strange, erotic images came from. They seemed so alien to her prim, proper, everyday personality.
They were like movies unrolling in her head. When she masturbated, she would see these pictures and images in her mind.
The fantasies acted on her libido like throwing gasoline on a fire. They made everything incredibly intense for her.
The fantasies were different in terms of time and setting, but they all shared one common denominator, one linking thread.
The main theme of her fantasies was force. In her erotic daydreams, anonymous men and women forced her into all kinds of perverted acts.
In her head she would see a man, a stranger. She wouldn't be able to see his face, but she knew that he was strong, and brutal.
He would quickly overpower her. She would fight, but he would be too strong for her, and she would be like a helpless child in his hands.
He would rip her clothes off. She would beg him to let her go, and he would laugh.
He would tie her up, so that she was nude and bound and totally helpless. Then, when she was safely secure and nakedly vulnerable, he would rape her, and rape her, and rape her.
He would make her obey his every perverted whim. He would degrade her and treat her like the cheapest kind of whore.
He would penetrate every hole in her body. He would fuck her pussy, her mouth, and her ass.
If Susan resisted him, he would spank her until she was crying like a baby. Then, with the tears still wet on her face, he would fuck her again, and she would do whatever he wanted.
That was the main theme, the primal fantasy. There were variations, many of them, but the main theme was the brutal stranger who bound her and raped her.
Sometimes the stranger wasn't alone. Sometimes there was a woman with him, and he would force Susan to be the woman's cringing sex slave.
Sometimes the stranger brought Susan to a room full of men, and they would all line up and fuck her one by one.
These kinky fantasies made Susan wild with excitement when she masturbated. As soon as her body had experience the wrenching jolt of orgasm, however, she would be consumed with shame.
She was a normal person. Where had she gotten those perverse and warped fantasies from? It was a mystery to her.
Sometimes she thought that she was seriously ill. She considered going to a psychiatrist, but never actually went through with it.
The truth was, she would be too ashamed to admit her secret desires even to a psychiatrist. She could hardly admit them to herself.
Susan's thoughts returned to the present. She ended her meditations on her sex life and her psyche, and came back to the reality of her bedroom and the man who was grunting on top of her.
Mike's breathing sounded like a tired horse at the end of the race. Susan could tell by the frenzy that he was in that he would soon ejaculate.
That was good. The sooner this was over, the better. Now more than ever, she was glad that she had divorced Mike.
She could take one of these charmless sex sessions with him once every month or two, but if she had to endure it more than once a week, as she had done during the three years that she was married to him, she would go crazy.
Mike's hands were balled up into fists. His flesh was all sweaty. He was getting his sweat on her. Susan was repelled.
As he neared the climax of his mechanical fucking of her, Susan allowed herself to wonder what it would be like if for once in her life, just once, she actually acted on her sexual fantasies and tried to make them a reality.
After all, she wasn't getting any younger. She was free and unattached, and she was in the prime of her beauty.
Forget it, Susan, she told herself sadly. Fantasy is fantasy, and reality is reality. Don't confuse the two.
Mike moaned, "Oh, Susan-God! Oh God! Unh! Unh! Unh!"
He thrust his cock deep into her. It quivered inside her. Semen spurted from the head of his cock.
The fluid dribbled into her. All the muscles in Mike's flabby body tensed up, then relaxed.
With a great groaning sigh, he collapsed on her and lay there like a dead man.
Susan waited impatiently for him to get off. His sweat felt oily against her skin, like it was staining and soiling it.
After a moment, Mike came to life. He lifted up his ponderous head and stared at her through blurred eyes.
"Wow," he said, "that was great, honey!"
"Oh yes," Susan said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.
Mike reached for her to kiss her. His mouth was open. Susan turned her head to the side, forcing him to plant a wet kiss on her cheek.
He pulled back his hips, withdrawing his cock from her. It had already gone soft and flaccid.
There was a wet, sucking sound as he pulled his member out of her. It reminded Susan of when she had stepped in the mud after a rainstorm and lifted her shoe from the ground. It had made the same kind of liquid, sucking sound.
Mike rolled off her. Susan's breasts bobbed as her chest rose and fell with deep breaths. Mike's weight had been uncomfortable, suffocating.
Mike sat on the edge of the bed. He put his hand on Susan's smooth thigh and idly caressed it.
Susan said, "What time is it, Mike?"
Mike still had his wrist watch on. He had worn it to bed, and kept it on during their brief session of intercourse.
He said, "It's a little after six o'clock."
Susan sat up and put her feet on the floor. "Wow! I've got to be going!"
Mike put his hand on her breast and squeezed it. It did not feel particularly pleasant to Susan.
He said, "What's the rush, for Pete's sake? I only got here a little while ago."
"I have to stop by the library this evening," Susan said. "I have to give Mrs. Berger a list of books for her to order for the children's section, and if I don't catch her tonight, I won't be able to get it to her until Monday."
"So what?" Mike said. "You can let it go for the weekend. That's not a very thrilling way to spend a Friday evening, by going to the damned public library."
"It may not seem very important to you, but it is to me," Susan said frostily. "It's my job."
"Let it wait until Monday, for Christ's sake," Mike said. "We can send out for a pizza and some beers and stay here. We'll have a real groovy time, if you know what I mean."
Susan knew exactly what he meant, and she didn't like it. Mike was still trying to win her back, so that she would be his dutiful, obedient little wife like she had been before.
And that just wasn't going to happen. God knew that Susan certainly didn't have much fun in her life, but she did have her privacy, and nothing could make her give that up.
So she said, "Maybe some other time, okay, Mike? I'm going to be really busy this weekend."
"Doing what?" Mike asked suspiciously. "Don't tell me that you have plans for the weekend."
"I'm not seeing another man, if that's what you mean," Susan said.
"Oh?" Mike tried to sound nonchalant, but he couldn't hide the relief in his voice.
He said, "Now, don't tell me that you'd rather be by yourself than have me around to keep you company."
That was exactly how Susan felt, but she couldn't come out and say so. She said, "I have a mountain of work to take care of, and this weekend is the only time that I can do it. Now, please, Mike, I really have to get going. I don't want to be late."
Mike shrugged. "Suit yourself," he grumbled with bad grace.
He picked up his shorts. They were old-fashioned boxer-style shorts. They were white, and they had little red whales on them for decoration.
Mike held his cock between his thumb and his forefinger. His cock was small and at rest. He gave it a little wiggle.
He said, "Want to kiss it goodbye before I put it away?"
"If that's supposed to be funny, I fail to see the humor in it," Susan said.
"Okay, okay, don't get your back up. Jeeze, can't you take a little joke?"
Susan said, "I have to take a shower now, Mike."
"I'll join you," he offered. "I'll scrub your back and ... other places."
"That would be very nice, I'm sure, but I'm really in a big hurry."
"All right, damn it!" Mike's face flushed red with anger. He stepped into his shorts and pulled them up on to his chubby hips.
He put on his trousers. "I can take a hint, Sue. Well, excuse me. I won't take up anymore of your valuable time."
"Please don't be like that," she said.
Mike shrugged on his shirt. He was so mad, and in such a hurry, that he buttoned the buttons the wrong way, and had to undo them and button them once more.
Mike finished dressing. He said, "I've got news for you, Sue. Maybe you think that you can keep me hanging on your string forever. You think that I'll always come running when you call. Well, you just might find out differently."
Mike put on his jacket. "You've taken me for granted once too often, Sue. It could be that you've used me for the last time."
Susan couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I used you? I think you've got things twisted. It's the other way around-you use me!"
"You're not worth using," Mike said. "Hell, you lie in bed like some kind of dead fish that was washed up on the beach!"
That really angered Susan. She said, "Maybe I'd do more than just lie there if you weren't so inept!"
"Inept? Me?" Mike was steaming. "Ha ha! That's a laugh! Any normal woman would respond, but not you. You're not a woman, you're a block of ice!"
"You're certainly not the one who can thaw me out!" Susan said cuttingly.
"I don't think that any man could," Mike sneered. He stomped off to the door. "If you should change your mind, don't bother to call me. I'll be out looking for a real woman, and not a frigid bitch like you!"
"Get out of here!" Susan shouted. "This is my house, and I don't want you in it, not ever again!"
She followed him out the bedroom and through the living room. Mike paused at the front door.
He said, "If you want me to come back, you'll have to get down on your hands and knees and come crawling to me!"
Susan shrieked, "Get out of here, and don't come back!"
Mike gave her the finger. He stepped outside and slammed the door so hard that the walls shook.
Susan was furious. Not even the tingling spray of the shower could wash away her anger.
She scrubbed herself roughly, as though she was trying to wash off every trace of Mike that might still be left on her skin, polluting it.
She especially washed the inside of her pussy. She really wanted to use a douche, but she was running late and didn't have the time.
She got out of the shower, dried herself, and got dressed. She put on a lightweight beige skirt and a pale blue blouse.
Susan locked up the house and got into her car. It was a sporty little compact, with economical gas mileage. Susan was proud of the fact that she had financed it entirely by herself, with no help from her ex-husband or her relatives.
The summer sun was nearing the horizon. Susan put on a pair of sunglasses. Not only did they shield her eyes from the sun's glare, but they veiled her face.
She drove across town to the main branch of the public library. She was still steaming mad about Mike. Even though he was no longer her lawfully wedded husband, he continued to play games with her head.
He was like a toothache that wouldn't go away.
To distract her thoughts, Susan turned on the car radio. The dial was tuned into the local station operating in town.
Instead of pleasant, easy-listening music, she heard the excited voice of an announcer. He talked rapidly and seemed near-hysterical.
He was saying, "-of the daring robbery in broad daylight of the Palmerstown National Bank."
Why, that's this town! Susan thought to herself in amazement. She turned up the volume of the radio and listened closely.
The announcer said, "The gunman was an adult male Caucasian. Brandishing a pistol, he entered the bank when the safety vault was open. Luther Blane, vice-president of the bank, estimates the amount stolen as somewhere in the vicinity of twenty-five thousand dollars."
The announcer went on, "The gunman escaped in a getaway car driven by an adult female Caucasian. The county sheriffs department and the State Police have joined the manhunt, and sealed off the Palmerstown area. The robbers are believed to be bottled up somewhere in the Palmerstown vicinity, and-"
Susan turned off the radio. She was very disturbed. Palmerstown was a quiet, sleepy suburb which had somehow managed to escape the epidemic of crime and violence which were raving the big cities.
Now, violence had come to this little town, too. Susan sadly reflected that there was no safe place left to hide anymore. Not even little Palmerstown was exempt from the evils of late twentieth century life.
Susan drove into the library parking lot. The library was officially closed, and the lot was empty except for the cars of the staff employees.
Susan parked her car and got out. The main door of the library was locked. Susan rapped on the glass panes of the door.
A moment later, Gus the custodian lumbered over to the door and unlocked it, letting Susan inside. He locked the door as soon as she entered the building.
"Evening, Miss Roth," he said. "Gosh, did you hear about the big stick-up over to the bank today?"
"Yes, I did," Susan said. "It's awful, just awful. Was anybody hurt?"
"Old Pop Sneed, the guard, got himself shot."
"Oh, my God!" Susan said. "That's horrible!"
"He ain't hurt bad," Gus said. "Damn fool tried to play hero, and caught a bullet in the arm. He'll live."
"Well, thank heavens for that!" Susan said. "Is Mrs. Berger here, Gus?"
"Yes, ma'am," Gus said. "She's in her office."
Susan went down the hall to the private office of Gail Berger. Gail was the director of the library, and Susan's immediate superior.
Susan knocked on the closed door, and Gail told her to come in. Susan entered the office and closed the door behind her.
Gail Berger rose from behind her desk and went to greet Susan. Gail was a buxom woman, brunette, about forty years old.
Her thick masses of dark hair were streaked with gray. She had a bold, handsome face, wide, high-cheekboned. Her lips were full and sensuous.
She wore a neatly tailored suit. Her blouse was white and sheer, and Susan could see Gail's bra through the gauzy fabric.
Susan was somehow embarrassed by seeing that, although there was no logical reason that she should be. She guessed that it was because it was a bit too intimately revealing.
After all, she could see that Gail was wearing a bra with frilly white lace cups. Personally, Susan always made sure that her blouses were opaque and couldn't be seen through.
Gail was a fleshy, voluptuous woman. She was about five foot six, and weighed roughly a hundred and thirty-five pounds.
She had broad shoulders, massive breasts, a thick middle, and wide hips. Her thighs were like columns, but her ankles were surprisingly slender.
Gail took Susan's hand as she greeted her. She said, "Susan, have you heard the frightful news? The bank was held up, and-"
"I know," Susan said. "I heard about it on the radio. It's just disgusting. I don't know what this world is coming to."
Gail squeezed Susan's hand reassuringly. She said, "It's an ugly world, Susan. That's why we girls have to stick together, isn't that right?"
"I suppose so," Susan said.
Gail returned to the chair behind her desk and sat down. Susan sat in a chair in front of the desk. Gail offered her some coffee, but Susan declined.
They made small talk for a while. After they were done deploring the bank robbery, the conversation turned to more mundane matters. They talked about the day-to-day business of operating the library, and such things.
Gail's eyes twinkled as she said, "We had an amusing little incident in your department this afternoon, Susan."
"In the children's section?" Susan said. "What was it? Nothing bad, I hope!"
"Oh no, nothing like that," Gail chuckled. "No, this afternoon a mother came in with her little girl. The mother was young, about your age, dear. I would imagine that she's one of those housewives that live in the garden apartments on the other side of town."
"Anyway, she had the most beautiful child with her, a little girl who couldn't have been more than ten years old. She was a lovely thing, with blonde hair in braids, and wearing a pretty, ruffled dress. But, she was a bit spoiled, or perhaps she was just cranky from not getting enough sleep."
"The little girl kept nagging her mother to take her for an ice cream. The mother was very busy, and warned her that if she didn't stop making such a fuss, she was not only not going to get her some ice cream, but she was going to spank her, too!"
"Well, you can just imagine what happened," Gail said. "The little girl was quiet for a while, but then she made a bigger fuss than ever. She was disturbing a lot of our adult patrons, and the mother was very embarrassed. She asked me if there was some place where she could discipline her child, as she didn't want to wait until they got home."
"I said that she could use my office. The mother dragged her little girl in here. She wouldn't stand for any nonsense, I can tell you! She pulled the little darling over her lap, pulled down her tiny panties, and spanked her bottom until the child was crying like a baby!"
"My goodness," murmured Susan.
Gail said, "Really, you should have seen it! It was the most charming sight!"
Susan said, "I've often wondered if I would spank my children-that is, if I had any, of course. I wonder if it's the right thing to do, really."
"Why, of course it is," Gail said. "You know the old saying, 'Spare the rod, and spoil the child'. I'm sure that a lot of the crime and delinquency that we see nowadays is the result of permissive parents. I think that if more children were given good, old-fashioned bare bottom spankings, the world would be in much better shape-or at least this country would."
"You may be right," Susan conceded.
"Oh, I am right," Gail said with assurance. "When you were a little girl, weren't you spanked when you misbehaved?"
Susan blushed. "My mother was very, very strict. She didn't spank. She, uh, she used to use a leather strap on me."
Gail frowned. "Well, I certainly don't approve of using a strap on young children! On teenagers, perhaps, and on some adults, but not on children!"
Susan said, "That's funny. I wouldn't think that there are any adults who would submit to being spanked or strapped."
Gail smiled a secret smile. "You'd be surprised, dear." She had the air of someone about to reveal a great secret.
She confided, "This is strictly between us girls, but I spank my husband at least once a week, whether he deserves it or not!"
Flustered, Susan managed to say, "You're kidding!"
"No, I'm not," Gail said. "In my house, I am the boss. If my husband or my sons misbehave, then over my knees they go! Tell the truth, dear-didn't you ever wish that you could spank your ex-husband like the baby that he is?"
"And how!" Susan said. "But Mike would never, and I mean never, have allowed me to do that! I can't believe that your husband lets you do it!"
"Let's me do it?" Laughing, Gail leaned forward. "Susan, many times he's literally begged me to do it to him!"
"How do you do it?" asked Susan, fascinated despite herself. She and Gail were good friends, but this was the first time that Gail had ever told her anything like this.
Susan said, "I mean, do you actually take him over your knees and spank him like a child?"
"Oh, I have all different ways of doing it," Gail said. "When I decide that he should be punished, I take him to our bedroom and make him strip. Then I have him bring me my hair brush and beg me for a spanking."
"And he does it?" Susan asked, hardly able to believe what she was hearing.
"He does whatever I tell him to," Gail said. "I make him climb on my lap, and then I blister his bottom until he cries like a little boy. Then, when I'm done, I comfort him and kiss away his tears."
Gail smiled with the memory of it. "I tell you, Susan, it has a side benefit as well. Not only does it make him behave, but it really turns him on-and me, too! After I've spanked him, I throw him on the bed and practically rape him!"
Susan blushed from the roots of her blonde hair to the tips of her toes.
Gail chuckled. "I've embarrassed you, haven't I, dear?"
"No, not at all," Susan Bed, squirming uncomfortably.
Gail smiled pleasantly and paused for a moment so that Susan could recover her poise.
She said, "Oh, before I forget, Susan, please give me that list of children's books that you want the library to order."
Grateful the opportunity to do something to cover her flustered confusion, Susan opened her pocketbook and began rummaging through it.
She couldn't find the list. She began to take items out of her pocketbook so she could search it more thoroughly, but she couldn't find the list.
Gail asked, "Is something wrong, Susan?"
Susan groaned. "I did something really stupid. Mike was over today, and we got in a real bad argument. He got me so mad that I completely forgot about the list! Oh, Gail, I'm so sorry!"
Gail seemed more pleased than disturbed by this turn of events. She got up from behind the desk and came around to the front of it.
She leaned over Susan and said, "You are a very naughty girl, my dear."
"Excuse me?" Susan said. Her voice cracked, and made her sound particularly childish.
"I said that you are a very naughty girl, Susan," Gail repeated. "A very pretty little girl, but a very naughty one."
Susan stared up at the buxom woman. Gail stroked the back of her hand against Susan's cheek.
Gail said, "You're a lovely child, but it was very naughty of you to be so forgetful. Now, whatever am I going to do with you, dear?"
Gail reached out and removed Susan's tinted sunglasses. Susan felt naked and unprotected without them on. She blinked in the sudden light.
Gail said, "You should be punished for being so naughty. I think that you deserve a spanking."
"A spanking?" Susan echoed numbly. Her face was red and flushed with embarrassment. There was a churning feeling of excitement in her belly that frightened her.
"A spanking, yes," Gail said. She walked over to the door and locked it. Susan flinched involuntarily when she heard the bolt click into place.
Gail said, "Stand up, Susan."
Susan obeyed. She felt like she was in some kind of a dream. Hot and cold chills ran down her spine.
Gail put her hand on the swelling curve of Susan's hip. Perhaps it was her imagination, but Susan fancied that she could feel the heat of Gail's hand radiating through her skirt, her slip, and her panties.
Susan began, "Gail, I-that is, I don't ... er, I mean, I'm sorry, and-"
Gail silenced her by putting her finger across Susan's lips. "Shhh. Don't talk. Listen. If I was your mother, do you know what I'd do to you, Susan?"...." What-what would you do?"
"I'd take you over my lap and spank your saucy little behind," Gail said. "That's what I'd do if I was your mommy. Shall I do that, Susan? Shall I be your mommy?"
Susan swallowed hard. Her hands were shaking and her knees were weak. Her mouth was dry and felt like it was stuffed with cotton.
"Well?" Gail demanded. "What do you say, you naughty little girl?"
Susan took a deep breath. Almost choking on the words, she said, "Yes. Yes, I want you to be my mommy."
"You were a very naughty child. Admit it."
"I was very naughty," Susan said numbly.
"And you do derserve a spanking, don't you?" Gail said. "Beg Mommy to spank you, child."
"Please spank me, Mommy," Susan whimpered. "I'm such a bad girl!"
Gail couldn't conceal the triumph that blazed in her eyes. But there was something more than just mere triumph in her eyes.
There was lust.
Gail sat down in the well-padded chair behind her desk. She said, "Come to Mommy, Susan."
Susan shuffled over to her like a sleepwalker. Gail hiked up her skirt. Her broad, fleshy thighs were wrapped in pantyhose.
Above the pantyhose, she wore a black girdle which hugged her broad hips. She said, "Lift up your skirt, Susan-or do you want Mommy to do it for you?"
"You do it, Mommy," Susan whispered. "Please."
Susan stood facing Gail. Gail took hold of the hem of Susan's sensible skirt and lifted it up to the young woman's waist.
Susan wore a pair of plain, undecorated white nylon panties. They were bikini style, and formed a white triangle on her lovely hips.
Gail caressed Susan's quivering thighs. Susan felt a hollowness in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her.
"How smooth your skin is, dear," Gail said admiringly. Her fingers traveled up to Susan's panties.
Gail explained, "I always, and I want to stress that, always spank on the bare bottom, child. You will certainly receive no exception to my rule."
Gail's fingers curled around the elastic waistband. She tugged downward, unpeeling the white panties from Susan's hips.
Gail rolled the panties so that they were bunched at the top of her thighs. Susan had a curly pubic bush of soft, golden-brown curls.
Her pussy lips were pale pink and perfectly formed. Gail drew in her breath sharply, barely restraining a gasp at the beauty of the young blonde woman.
"You're very pretty, Susan," Gail said, "but I'm afraid that that won't deter me from giving you your spanking. Now, climb on Mommy's lap."
Gail pulled Susan face down across her knees. Susan stretched out on the large woman's warm lap. Gail moved her around a bit so that her bottom was in position for a spanking.
Susan felt a wonderful feeling of surrender. She was thrilled not to have to do anything more than obey whatever command was given her.
Gail pushed up Susan's skirt so that it fell on her back, and not on her backside. Then she tugged Susan's panties down to the backs of her knees.
Susan's pubic bush rubbed against Gail's legs. Gail's nylon pantyhose rustled whenever she rubbed her legs together.
Susan looked down at the carpet as her face hung down over Gail's knees. She trembled with excitement and the lure of the forbidden.
She shivered uncontrollably as Gail placed her cool palm on her curved buttocks and began to rub them.
Gail said, "Ummm, you've got such a smooth and sweet and adorable bottom. But it's certainly gone too long without a spanking. Well, I'll fix that, you naughty child!"
Gail hooked her strong arm around Susan's slender waist to hold her in place. Susan sighed, "Oh, Mommy!"
"This is for your own good, dear," she said. Gail raised her hand and brought it down sharply on Susan's behind.
There was a loud, slapping sound that echoed against the walls of Gail's office. Susan jerked with the shock, and cried out.
Her bottom felt numb where Gail had spanked her. Susan moaned and wriggled on her lap, but Gail clutched her tightly.
Gail said, "If you are not able to control your cries, Susan, I will be forced to gag you! Now try and take your punishment like the grown-up that you pretend to be!"
"I'm sorry, Mommy," Susan whined, surprising herself with the plaintive, girlish note in her voice. "I'll try to be a big girl and make you happy."
"Very well," Gail said severely. She raised her hand and brought it down once more. Susan could hear the whooshing sound that the hand made as it cut downward through the air.
The second spank hurt just as much as the first one, if not more, but at least this time Susan knew what to expect.
Gail continued to spank her. At first, Susan's tender bottom flesh went numb from the impact of the strikes.
As the spanking went on, however, the numbness was replaced by a spreading heat which radiated through Susan's buttocks.
Susan wriggled and moaned on Gail's lap, but somehow she managed to keep from crying out too loudly.
She was afraid of provoking Gail into giving her a really stringent spanking. She was equally afraid of crying out so loudly that she would attract the attention of Gus the custodian or one of the other office workers.
But it was difficult for Susan to keep from crying at her shameful punishment. Not only did her bottom ache under the sting of Gail's heavy-handed swats, but Susan was also totally humiliated at being taken over the lap of this mature woman and being bared and spanked by her as though she was a little child.
Gail delivered one deliberate swat at a time, and paused between spanks. While she paused, she rubbed and fondled Susan's sore behind. When she tired of that, she would deliver the next spank.
All in all, she landed twenty hard, hurting smacks on Susan's bottom. Susan was reduced from an adult woman to a softly weeping little girl.
Susan's behind was sore from the small of her back to the tops of her thighs. Her face was stained and gleaming with the hot tears which she had shed.
Her shoulders shook as she sobbed brokenly. Gail hugged her and fondled her hair.
Gail murmured soothingly, "There, there, baby, it's all right now. It's all over, Susan. Mommy's not going to spank you anymore, honey."
Susan continued to cry. She winced as Gail laid her open hand down on the heated flesh of her bottom.
Susan's pale green eyes widened with shocked surprise as Gail parted her sweating thighs, and reached between them.
Gail poked gently at Susan's pussy. She rubbed it for a moment, then deftly inserted her finger inside the younger woman.
Susan gasped as Gail's finger entered her. She was amazed that Gail had no trouble in inserting her finger in all the way to the base of the knuckle.
Susan realized that she was wet inside her pussy, dripping wet with hot juices which allowed Gail to penetrate her so easily.
This was startling. Usually, the only time that Susan was hot and moist in her pussy was during those prolonged sessions when she masturbated.
She was never able to get wet when Mike made his futile attempts to arouse her. It had never happened on those rare occasions that she had been with some other man besides Mike-and there certainly weren't many of those encounters in her life.
But now, Susan was filled with hot juices, the result of a painful and painfully humiliating hand spanking received over the knees of a full-bodied, mature woman.
Gail was delighted by the effect that she had created. She said slyly, "Why Susan, you naughty little thing, you're sopping wet!"
CHAPTER TWO
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
Gail asked sharply, "Who is it?"
The answer came from the other side of the locked door: "It's me-Gus."
"What do you want, Gus?" asked Gail.
"I'm going to be cleaning up downstairs, Mrs. Berger," Gus said. "I'll be down there if you need me, ma'am."
Gail called, "I'll be going home soon, myself. I have my key, so I'll be sure to lock the front door when I go out."
"Okay, Mrs. Berger," Gus said. "Have a nice weekend."
Gail wished him the same. Gus's footsteps faded away as he went down the hall. They heard him dragging his mop and bucket down the stairs.
All this time, Gail had kept her finger deeply inserted in Susan's pussy. Susan's bare flesh tingled at the thought of the unsuspecting custodian who had been right outside the door. If Gus had known that Susan Roth was stretched across Gail's lap with her bottom burning from the spanking she had gotten, the elderly custodian probably would have keeled over with a heart attack.
Gail smiled wickedly. "And now, I trust that there won't be any further interruptions, my dear Susan."
Gail wiggled her finger inside Susan. Susan moaned in response. Gail said, "Do you know what Mommy is going to do to you now, little girl?"
"No, Mommy," Susan said in a small, muffled voice.
"Well, ordinarily what I would do is make you stand over there in the corner, with your panties down and your skirt raised to display your red bottom," Gail said. "But since I happen to be rather pressed for time tonight, I think that I'll do something different. Get off Mommy's lap, darling."
Susan climbed off Gail's lap. Her face felt as hot and red as her behind. She was made even more uncomfortable by the openly lustful way in which Gail was staring at her.
Gail held up her hand in front of her face. The middle finger which had been buried in Susan's cunt was wet and glistening with her juices.
Gail stuck the finger in her mouth and closed her wide lips over it. She sucked and slurped noisily on it.
She took the finger out of her mouth and said, "You taste wonderful, Susan."
Susan stood in front of her with her head bowed and her hands folded behind her back, just like a contrite little girl who's taken a spanking.
Gail said, "Lift up your skirt for Mommy, dear."
Susan lifted her skirt. Her panties were still rolled at the top of her thighs, leaving her hips beautifully naked. She squeezed her legs together in excitement, and felt her juices flowing.
"You're such a pretty little thing," Gail sighed. "Turn around aand show Mommy your behind, darling."
Susan turned so that her back was to Gail. She' flinched as the older woman boldly fondled her bottom.
She stopped flinching and started quivering as Gail's caresses became steadily more intimate. Susan's legs felt like rubber.
Gail leaned forward in her chair. Susan felt her hot breath on her ultra-sensitive bottom flesh. Some of Gail's long black hair brushed against the backs of Susan's thighs.
Susan was profoundly shocked when Gail planted a hot, wet kiss on her left buttock, and immediately followed it up by doing the same to iher right buttock.
Gail lifted her head. She said, "Now turn around and face Mommy."
Susan obeyed, not knowing what would happen next. Gail smiled with wicked pleasure. She ran a caressing hand up and down Susan's taut thighs.
She said, "Mommy will give you pain when you're naughty, dearest. But she can also give you pleasure, my child."
Gail stood up. Susan was a tall girl, but Gail was able to look down at her. Susan still held her skirt raised as she had been commanded to do.
Gail embraced her. Susan felt like she was going to faint. Gail held her head in her hands and crushed her red-lipped mouth against Susan's.
For a brief, frenzied second, all of Susan's fears and repressions threatened to overwhelm her. She was so upset by the sudden and dramatic changes taking place in her life and her libido that she almost ran out of the office.
But she didn't, and the moment of rebellion passed. Then Gail's pliant lips were pressing against her own.
Susan felt like she had a fever. She closed her eyes and parted her lips. Gail thrust her tongue boldly into the younger woman's mouth.
While her tongue explored the sweetnesses of Susan's mouth, Gail's hands glided over Susan's body, rubbing and caressing her.
Gail pressed closer to Susan. Her massive breasts pushed against Susan's. Susan was thrilled by this forbidden love.
Susan was breathless and dizzy when Gail finally broke off the kiss. She felt like she was in a daze as Gail led her across the office to a leather-covered couch at the far side of the room.
Gail put her strong hands on Susan's shoulders and forced her to sit down on the couch. Susan cried out in sudden pain at the shock of sitting on her fiery buttocks.
Gail idly fondled a strand of Susan's golden hair. She twisted it in little loops around her finger, then let it unwind.
Gail said, "I've wanted to take you over my lap since the first day that you came to work at the library, Susan, dear. I could tell from the moment I saw you that you were a bewildered little girl who needed a strong hand to correct you and to guide you."
"Yes, yes," Susan agreed, "that's exactly what I need. What-what are you going to do to me now, Mommy?"
"Something that will make you feel very, very good, child," Gail cooed. She reached for Susan's thighs.
At that moment, the telephone rang.
Gail's face contorted with sudden fury. "Damn! God damn it to hell! I'm not going to answer it, I'm just going to ignore it until it goes away!"
But it didn't go away. The ringing continued, an annoying sound that worked on the nerves. Gail sat there fuming until she couldn't stand it anymore.
She said softly and crooningly to Susan, "Now, don't you move an inch, honey. Mommy will be right back, and then she's going to do something to you that you will love!"
Gail stood up and hurried to the phone. She tore the receiver off the hook, interrupting it in mid-ring. She snarled, "Hello, what do you want?"
The party on the other end said something. The angry expression dissolved off Gail's face, and was replaced by a bland mask that didn't reveal any emotions at all.
Susan was amazed by the transformations that Gail had gone through in just a few seconds. She would have given anything to hear both sides of the conversation.
Susan would have been even more interested if she had known that the telephone conversation was going to affect her entire life.
But of course, she didn't know that-not yet, anyway.
Gail's face was guarded as she said into the phone, "Oh, it's you. Is everything all right? ... Well, thank God for that. Still, I told you never to call me here-I don't care what kind of emergency it is. As long as you called, you might as well give me the message. Go ahead ... okay, good. You're safe now, right? Good. And nobody saw you? Fine, fine."
Gail looked over at Susan. She said into the mouthpiece, "Look, I'm rather busy right now, and I can't talk. Call me later. I'll be at my house in about an hour. Okay, goodbye."
Gail hung up the phone. She forced a strained smile. "Problems, problems, always problems."
"I hope it's nothing serious," Susan said shyly.
"No, not at all." Gail's laughter lacked conviction. "My sister-in-law is having a garage sale this weekend, and she's been running around like a crazy woman trying to get things ready. She's been driving hie crazy, too."
Susan wasn't naive enough to buy Gail's explanation. Her guess was that Gail was talking to a lover, and arranging a clandestine meeting.
But it wasn't any of her business, so Susan just smiled sweetly, as though she accepted the truth of what Gail said.
Gail put all thoughts of the disquieting conversation out of her mind as she came over to Susan, who was still sitting on the couch.
"So," Gail murmured, "where were we, darling?"
She sat down on the couch next to Susan. She brushed aside a mass of Susan's long, golden hair so that she could whisper in the girl's ear.
Gail said softly, "Mommy's going to kiss away all your hurt and make it feel better, baby."
Susan squirmed as Gail stuck her tongue in her ear. Susan's bottom hurt so much that each tiny shifting movement that she made sent hot flashes of pain through her buttocks.
Gail pushed Susan backward and lowered her down so that the girl was lying on her back on the couch.
She pulled Susan's rolled panties down her thighs, over her shapely calves, and off her ankles. She raised Susan's skirt so that the girl was bare below the waist.
Gail gripped Susan's ankles and spread her legs wide open. She caressed the satin smoothness of Susan's inner thighs.
Gail leaned over Susan. She said, "I want to ask you a question, baby. Have you ever been to bed with a woman before?"
Susan's green eyes stared with apprehension at the powerful woman looming over her. She answered truthfully, "No, Mommy, I never have."
Gail smiled broadly, obviously pleased with the answer. She said, "Well, I think that it's high time that you learned what it's all about, child. And who can teach a naughty little girl the facts of life better than her Mommy?"
Gail lowered her head over Susan's pussy. She held her face poised a few inches over the golden triangle. Her warm, sweet breath rustled the curls of Susan's pubic hair.
Susan gasped as Gail planted her lips square on her pussy and lovingly kissed it. She whispered, "Oh, Gail-I mean, Mommy-I, Gail said, "Shhh. Don't speak. Don't say a word. Just lie back and let Mommy bring you pleasure."
Gail opened her mouth. Her pink tongue snaked out of her lips. It was long and pointed. She hungrily licked her lips.
It felt like an electric shock when that hot, wet tongue made contact with Susan's most intimately personal flesh.
Gail slowly and lovingly caressed the fleshy folds of Susan's pussy with her tongue. Her mane of black hair fanned out over Susan's white thighs.
Susan shivered as Gail licked up and down along the outer folds of her pussy. She had never had anyone go down on her in her life.
Mike had been willing to. He didn't particularly like to eat pussy, but he was ready to try anything that might turn Susan on.
But she had never let him. Taking his cock into her was bad enough, but having his tongue in her cunt would be much worse. And then, suppose he expected her to take his nasty cock into her mouth in return for going down on her? The very idea of it made her sick, and Susan had never permitted Mike to eat her.
It was different with Gail, though. Susan had never felt anything like this before. She was seized with an overpowering desire to unconditionally submit to the buxom older woman.
Why? Because Gail was strong. Because she didn't ask, she took. Because she knew how to treat Susan like the naughty little girl that she really was but had never admitted to being before.
Gail had the psychological edge over Susan. Susan would have done anything that she wanted, anything!
Fueling Susan's submission was the knowledge that Gail would punish her for any disobedience. Or, even worse, the thought that Gail might not ever punish her again!
That would be the one thing that Susan couldn't endure. Now that Gail had spanked her and put her under her thumb, Susan needed her like she had never needed anything else. It was like an addiction.
It was also very heavenly. Gail's skillful tonguing of her pussy was sending waves of pleasure streaming through Susan.
Susan asked herself, how could I have lived so long without experiencing joy like this?
And the answer came back to her: because I was ignorant. Because I didn't know that pleasure like this existed.
Susan experienced an even greater pleasure when Gail's limber tongue dipped down between the lips of her pussy.
Susan moaned as Gail's tongue glided along the inner walls of her cunt, licking and sliding and teasing.
Susan moaned, "Oh, God!" as Gail's tongue sailed up her pussy and searched out her pearly clitoris and began to circle it and lick it.
Susan writhed under the effects of this sublime tongue-lashing. Gail placed her open hands on Susan's thighs and pressed them against the leather-covered cushions and held them in place so that Susan couldn't escape her relentless tongue.
Gail made liquid slurping sounds as she ate Susan. Susan's pubic hairs were matted with saliva. Gail's face was wet with saliva and pussy juices.
All thoughts and feelings of pain had left Susan. She felt like she was floating away on a sea of electric pleasure.
The fire that Gail's spanking had beaten into her bottom now seemed to have spread to Susan's cunt. Deep inside her pussy it felt like there was a fiery sun which was melting her body down into a pool of pleasure.
There was a regular sound of deep breathing and long, drawn-out, quavery sighs. Susan realized with shock that she was making the sounds.
There was a churning feeling in her stomach. It was like the sensation that she got when she was in a high-speed elevator that plunges toward the ground floor. She felt like that now, only much more intensely, a hundred times more.
Susan's frenzied gasps turned into shrieks that she couldn't control. Gail reached up and clamped her hand on Susan's mouth, effectively muffling the girl's cries of ecstasy.
Susan's orgasm detonated in a bolt of white heat. It expanded through her like a fireball.
Susan fell back on the couch. Her head whipped from side to side. She hugged-her belly and moaned, "Ohhhhhh ... Ohhhhhhh!"
Gail's tongue stopped rubbing against Susan's pulsing clitoris. Susan's eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Her breasts rose and fell from her rapid breathing.
Gail lifted her head from Susan's thighs. Her face was smeared and sticky. Her chin was shining with juices. She licked her lips.
She slowly stroked Susan's trembling body and murmured soft, soothing phrases to the younger woman.
Susan felt something looming over her. She opened her eyes. They were glazed and unfocused. She saw Gail's face poised inches over her own.
Gail put her hand on Susan's breast and held it. She said, "Kiss me." She dropped her head and pressed her lips against Susan's.
Susan reached up and put her arms around Gail. She opened her mouth. Gail thrust her tongue into it. Susan ran her tongue inside Gail's mouth. It was wet and sweet.
Gail ended the kiss. She said, "That's yourself that you're tasting, Susan. Believe me, you taste very good indeed!"
Susan sighed. Gail squeezed her breast. Her blouse had big, dark wet circles of sweat under the arms. Her forehead was gleaming with a fine sheen of perspiration.
Gail straightened up. She brushed out her disordered hair. She remarked, "I look positively awful. I won't be able to make myself presentable until I get home."
"Nonsense," Susan said. "You look great, just fantastic."
Gail chuckled fondly. "You're a sweet little liar, Susan, dear. I know that I look frightful, but there's no need for you to be kind."
Gail looked at her elegant wrist watch. She frowned. "Oh, goodness, I've lost all track of time. It's gotten so late! I really must be going, I'm sorry to say."
Susan sat up and yawned. She raised her arms and stretched luxuriantly, uncoiling her long-limbed body, arching her back, thrusting her breasts out.
She gave her head a toss and combed out her tangled blonde mane with her fingers. Gail came over to her.
Susan stood up. Gail fondled her behind. Susan moaned. Laughing, Gail said, "Still sore, baby?"
Susan wincingly rubbed her bottom. "I'll say!"
"Your behind still feels warm to the touch, darling," Gail said. "I'm glad. That means that you'll be thinking of me tonight-at least, you will when you sit down."
"I'd be thinking of you in any case," Susan said seriously. "That was the best-the most intense thing that's ever happened to me!"
Gail patted her cheek. "You're very sweet, Susan. I promise you, this is only the beginning for us. I'll show you ecstasies that you've never even dreamed existed."
"You've already done that for me," Susan said.
Gail said, "And now, even though I hate to cover up your beautiful nakedness, I'm afraid that I must."
She pulled Susan's panties up over the girl's hips. Susan lowered her skirt and smoothed it out.
Gail said, "It's terrible of me to do this to you and then run, Susan. If I didn't have some absolutely unbreakable engagements, I'd take you home tonight, and then, oh my, the things that I would do to you in the bedroom!"
Gail chuckled and Susan blushed. Susan straightened out her blouse, tucking the tails of it inside her skirt. She sat down on the couch and put her shoes on.
Gail picked up her pocketbook. "Are you ready to leave, my darling?"
"Yes, I am," Susan said. She scooped up her own pocketbook and slung the carrying strap on to her shoulder.
Gail said, "Give me one more kiss before we go." She pressed her body against Susan's so that their breasts rubbed together.
Gail passionately kissed Susan, leaving her weak and breathless. Gail said, "If I kiss you even one more time, I'm going to get so carried away that I'm going to rip off your clothes and throw you down on that couch and rape you!"
"I wouldn't mind that at all," Susan said shyly. "In fact, I'd love it!"
"So would I, but I'm afraid that we just can't do it now, baby," Gail said sadly.
Gail made a last minute check to see if there was anything that she had forgotten. Apparently she had everything she needed, because she switched off the light switch and she and Susan stepped into the corridor.
Gail locked up her office. The two women went to the exit doors. They went outside, into the cool air. Gail locked the glass double doors.
She said, "Stay home tomorrow, Susan. I'll come over to your house in the afternoon or evening. You can make dinner, and I'll stay for most of the night."
"That sounds fabulous," Susan said. "I can't wait! I wish that you could come home with me now, though."
"So do I, dear, but I'm afraid that it just isn't possible," Gail said. "Now, you go home and think about all the things that I'm going to do to you tomorrow."
Susan trembled with excitement. "Are youare you going to spank me again?" Her voice was a husky whisper.
"Of course I am, darling," Gail chuckled. "You've lived far too long without the correction and guidance of a strong woman. You'll have to be spanked regularly and often to instill the proper discipline in you. But spanking is the least of the things that I'm going to do you!"
"What else are you going to do?" Susan asked.
"Ah, I'll leave that to your imagination. Until tomorrow, of course, when you'll find out just exactly what I'm going to do!"
Gail walked Susan to her car. Susan got in the driver's seat and rolled down the window.
Gail told her, "If you should want to call me at any time tonight or tomorrow, please do so. I'll always be there when you need me, baby."
Gail squeezed her arm fondly and said goodbye. She went to her own car. Susan started up her car and drove out of the library parking lot and into the street.
Susan's mind was filled with a thousand lustful images of her and Gail. Ancient feelings of guilt nagged at the borders of her brain, but this time they were weak ghosts that couldn't compete with the reality of the fierce pleasure and joy that Susan had felt from her spanking and Gail's tonguing.
Susan drove across town. She was thinking so much of Gail, that she wasn't giving her full attention to the road.
That was why she was taken by surprise when she saw the blinking red lights of a police patrol car up ahead.
The car was parked at the side of the road. Two patrolmen were on foot. They were stopping cars and examining them before they let them through.
Susan got in the line of cars waiting to be checked. After five minutes of stop and go driving, she was at the head of the line.
A big state trooper with a mournful, hound dog face and a Smokey the Bear hat clamped tightly on his head, approached Susan's car from the driver's side.
He shone his flashlight in the back seat. Finding nothing, he clicked the light off.
Susan asked, "What's going on, officer?"
"The National bank was held up today, ma'am," the trooper replied. "We think that the robbers are holed up somewhere in town."
"My goodness!" Susan said.
"We're making a routine check of every car that goes through," the trooper continued. "We've got roadblocks set up at every exit leading out of town."
"Do you really think that they still might be in Palmerstown?" Susan asked.
The trooper shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine, ma'am. But we can't afford to take the chance of having them escape because we didn't go by the book."
The trooper wished her a courteous good night, and waved her car past the roadblock. Susan drove away.
She shook her head sadly. Crime had struck this little town. The world was in sad, sad shape.
Susan was thrilled by the knowledge that she had someone like Gail who was strong and would protect her and shield her from the cruel outside world.
Susan arrived home some ten minutes later. She pulled her car into the driveway of her small home. She got out of the car.
Her street was quiet and peaceful. People were safe inside their houses, eating dinner and watching TV.
Susan went to her front door. An odd detail caught her eye and gave her a moment's pause.
She noticed that the front windows were masked by drapes. That was strange. She was certain that she had left the drapes open, and couldn't remember having closed them.
It must have been Mike who closed them, she decided. Thinking of her ex-husband made her smile wryly.
Maybe this time Mike would stay away from her and stop his futile efforts to win her back. She sincerely hoped so.
Now that Gail had brought her such ecstasy, the idea of going to bed with Mike was more ridiculous than ever.
Susan told herself sternly that Mike had used her body for the last time. For God's sake, she had divorced him primarily so that she wouldn't have to endure his crude embraces!
Susan unlocked her front door and stepped inside. The house was dark. She shut the door and turned on the lights.
She started toward the living room-and stopped dead in her tracks.
Two strangers were sitting in the living room.
They were a man and a woman. The man was a big bruiser with a cold, cruel face. The woman was a busty redhead.
The woman had a gun in her hand. It was pointed at Susan. She said, "Come on in, honey. We've been expecting you."
The man got up and locked and chained the front door. Susan was trapped!
CHAPTER THREE
Susan didn't try to run. She didn't even think of escaping. She was literally paralyzed with fear.
Besides, the redhead held the revolver like she knew how to use it. Susan stood there, her stunned brain soaking up details.
The redhead looked to be about thirty-five years old. She was wearing a black silk blouse and blue jeans.
She was voluptuously built, and had the physique of a woman ten years younger. She was a magnificent animal, in top condition.
Her lush breasts thrust against the shimmering material of the silk blouse, pushing it out of shape in the front.
The blouse was partially unbuttoned, displaying her abundant cleavage. Susan could see the edge of the lacy black bra that the redhead wore.
The woman's hair was a deep, reddish-brown, thick and shining. Her face was heavily made-up, with dark, arched eyebrows, long lashes, and glossy lipstick.
Her flesh was the color of a cameo brooch, a rich beige-white hue. Her eyes were green and hard as chips of glass.
She wore a pair of high heeled shoes. They had open toes, and a thin leather strap that ran over the top of the feet. The heels were a good five inches high.
Susan decided that the redhead looked dangerous and deadly competent.
The man looked like a tough customer. He was the proverbial fellow that you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley at night.
It was much, much worse to find him in your house, Susan said to herself.
He looked to be in his late thirties. He wore a black pullover sweater, and a pair of charcoal-gray slacks.
He had a shoulder holster slung over his chest. Inside the holster under his left arm, there was a big gun.
His face looked like it was chiseled from a slab of granite. His eyes wer cold and flat. He had broad shoulders, thick arms, a flat belly, and a narrow waist.
Susan asked, "Who-who are you?! What are you doing in my house?"
The man laughed harshly. "If you haven't heard of us, you're probably the only person in this part of the state who hasn't. We're the team that heisted the National bank this afternoon."
The woman said, "The police closed off the town before we could get out of it. So we thought that we'd lay low here for a few days. I know that we're imposing on your hospitality, but we didn't think that you'd mind."
The man said, "You don't mind, do you?"
Susan said, "What are you going to do to me?" Her voice cracked in mid-sentence.
"We won't hurt you," the man said, "not as long as you're a good little girl and don't give us any trouble."
He said to the redhead, "You can put the gun away, Denise. Susan isn't going to give us any trouble."
Susan said, "How do you know my name?"
The man said, "That's an easy one. Your gas and phone and electric bills are all addressed to a Miss Susan Roth."
Denise tucked the gun in the waistband of her jeans. She said, "You're getting pretty far behind on your phone bill, Susan. You'd better pay it before the company turns your phone off."
Susan said, "Why did you pick my house to hide out in?"
Denise said, "That's the question that every victim asks: why me? You were just lucky, I guess."
Susan started to cry. "Please-please don't hurt me!"
Denise snarled, "Stop your whining, bitch, or I'll really give you something to cry about."
Susan sniffled and rubbed her eyes. She saw the man staring at her with open lust, and she was more afraid than ever.
He undressed her with his eyes. He whistled softly. "I didn't expect you to be such a good-looking piece of ass, Susan."
Denise said, "Take it easy, Callan."
Callan laughed. "I'll take it It might not be easy, but I'll take it."
Denise got up and went over to Susan. She moved with the grace of a sleek jungle cat. Her hips swayed as she walked.
She said, "Take off your clothes, honey."
Susan whimpered, "W-why?"
Callan snickered. "We want to strip search you to make sure that you're not carrying any concealed weapons."
"I-I don't have any weapons," Susan said.
Callan walked over to her. He gripped two handfuls of Susan's blouse, and pulled. The cloth ripped with a tearing sound.
Susan shrieked as her blouse was ripped off her body. She raised her arms to cover her chest.
Denise slapped Susan's face. Susan's ears rang, and she felt dizzy. Denise said, "Keep your mouth shut, bitch!"
Callan said, "Now, are you going to get out of those clothes, or do I have to rip them all off?"
"No-no, I'll do it," Susan said quickly. The side of her face was numb where Denise had struck her. Susan pleaded, "Just don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want."
Denise said, "You're god-damned right you will, honey."
Susan slipped off her shoes. Her hands trembled as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.
She slipped the straps off her shoulders. Her breasts tumbled free from the confines of her brassiere cups.
Callan wolfishly licked his lips. "Nice tits." He put his rough, callused hands on Susan's tender breasts and began fondling them.
Susan shuddered. Denise said, "Slow down, Callan. For Christ's sake, you've got all weekend, so what the hell's your rush, you horny bastard?"
Callan said, "The prison psychiatrist used to say that my sex drives and my aggressive tendencies were much more powerful than those of a normal guy."
"That psychiatrist was right," Denise said. "But try and stop groping this little cupcake for a while, so we can take care of business."
Callan said, "I Figure that I better get what I can off her before you start in on her, Denise. I know how you are with young girls."
Callan let go of Susan's breasts. He said, "Okay, honey, get the rest of those clothes off."
Susan pulled down the zipper of her skirt. She let the skirt drop to her ankles and stepped out of it.
Callan said, "I'll take those panties off." He slipped his hard hand under the waistband of the panties and yanked them down.
Susan got out of her panties. Callan lifted them to his face and held the cotton crotch to his nose and inhaled deeply.
He grinned. He said to Susan, "You smell sweeter than perfume." He tossed the panties to Denise and said, "Here, take a whiff."
Denise sniffed a lungful of Susan's panties. She said, "Yeah, that smells damned good. There's nothing like a fresh, young cunt, I always say. She'll be a nice change from the played-out whores we usually have, huh?"
"You said it," Callan agreed, "and baby, I can use a change."
He stared at Susan. His gaze traveled from her toes to the top of her head. He must have liked what he saw, because he grinned broadly.
He said to Denise, "You got that clothesline that we found in the basement?"
She said, "Yeah, it's over on that table there, over to your left."
Callan went to the table that she had indicated. A coiled length of rope lay on the table top. Callan snaked out a fifteen-foot length.
He took a switchblade knife out of his pocket. Susan's eyes bulged as she stared at it. Callan grinned, then pressed the little metal button on the grip.
Susan flinched as the spring snapped, and blade unfolded. It was long and sharp and evil. Callan used it to slice off the piece of rope.
He used the knife to cut an additional number of rope lengths of various sizes, and laid them out on the table.
He clicked the release. The blade retracted back into the knife, out of sight. Callan pocketed the knife.
Susan shuddered with relief. At least he wasn't going to use the knife on her!
Callan knotted a noose at one end of the fifteen foot rope. Susan gasped, "Oh God, don't kill me!"
"Relax," Callan said. "We won't hurt you if you do what we say, and we surely won't kill you ... as long as you don't give us any trouble, honey."
Susan shivered uncontrollably as Callan slipped the noose over her head. He tightened it so that the rope fit snugly, but not chokingly against the skin of her neck.
"That okay?" he asked. "Can you breathe all right? It's not strangling you, is it?"
Susan told him that it wasn't. Callan said, "Good. I'd advise you not to make any sudden moves, honey. You'll only hurt yourself."
Ever since they had forced her to strip, Susan had been standing so that her front faced the criminal pair.
Now, for the first time, Callan got a good look at her behind. He said, "Well, I'll be god-damned! Get a load of this, Denise!"
Callan took Susan by the shoulders and turned her around so that her back was to Denise. His fingers left red marks where they had gripped her soft flesh.
Denise leaned forward. Callan said, "Look at how red the ass is on this little honey!"
Denise laughed long and loud. "That's no sunburn, I can tell you that! Somebody's been beating little Susan's ass, and that's a fact!"
"That right, Susan?" Callan asked. "Is your butt all red like that because somebody gave you an ass whipping?"
Susan was crushingly embarrassed. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't form the words in her mouth. Finally, she stammered, "N-no!"
"Bullshit," Denise said. "Don't try to con me, honey. I've given too many spankings not to know when an ass has been beaten."
Callan said, "Who spanked you, Susan?"
Susan said, "It-it's nothing, really. It was done for a joke, that's all. Really."
Denise rubbed Susan's bottom. "Hell, your behind still feels warm. You must've gotten spanked on the bare for sure."
Callan said, "How do you like that? Who would have thought that an innocent-looking little girl like this would be kinky?"
Susan was in tears. "I'm not kinky!"
"No?" Denise said. "What do you call it, then? Big girls like you don't get spanked unless they want it. They like to take a spanking because it turns them on and makes them all hot."
"No, no, it's not true," Susan said desperately.
Denise said, "Hey, Susan, you don't have to bullshit us. I know just where you're coming from, babe. Things are working out just great. You like to get spanked, and I love to beat asses. Now, don't lie to me anymore, or I'll take you over my knee right now and beat your ass raw, honey. You do like to get spanked, don't you?"
Callan and Denise leaned forward avidly. They had to strain to hear Susan admit brokenly that she did like to be spanked.
Denise said, "Well you're in good hands, sweetie. Callan and I will take care of all your desires."
Callan gripped Susan's left buttock and squeezed it. He said, "To hell with spanking her ass. I want to fuck her in the ass!"
"Slow down, Callan," Denise said.
Callan said, "You can't beat this for a set-up. Not only is this the perfect place to hide out, but we've got this cute little honey to help us pass the time."
He picked up the free end of the rope and handed it to Denise. She said, "Susan, you look like a dog on a leash. My dog. Callan, why don't you hobble her feet so she can't run away?"
"Good idea," Callan said. He took one of the shorter pieces of rope and made a loop on either end. He slipped the loops over Susan's ankles and tightened them. The rope was eighteen inches long. .
Callan said, "I hope you can cook, Susan, because I'm hungry as hell. This bank robbing is hard work! A fellow can build up a real appetite. Besides, Denise said, "Besides, we're going to need our strength for later tonight, if you know what I mean." Denise thrust her hand between Susan's legs and fondled her pussy to show her exactly what she had in mind.
The trio went into the kitchen. Susan was forced to walk slowly, with mincing little steps, since the hobble afforded her scant freedom of movement.
Callan cracked open the refrigerator and took some meat out of the freezer. He said, "Here, you can cook up these steaks for us. And make some french fries, and some salad, too."
He rummaged through the fridge, then looked up disappointedly. He said, "Hey, you don't have any beer, huh?"
"No," Susan said, "I don't drink it."
"Too bad," Callan said. "Damn, I could really go for a few ice-cold brews! I should whip your ass for not having any around the house!"
"Let her cook dinner first, Callan," Denis said.
Susan pinned a red-and-white checked apron with a ruffled fringe around her waist. She found that it was easy for her to shut down her mind and do all the cooking chore without thinking about them.
Denise tied her end of the rope to a tab leg. Susan was constantly aware of the pressure of the noose around her neck.
Once or twice, Denise had to undo the rope so that Susan could reach something on the far side of the kitchen.
After a while, she got tired of doing that, and instead got up herself and got what Susan needed.
The steaks took a long time to cook. Susan set out two plates and served the meal. Denise said, "Put out a plate for yourself and have something to eat."
Susan said, "I'm not very hungry, thank you."
Denise smacked her across the bottom. "When I tell you to do something, missy, you do it! Now, sit down and eat!"
Susan obeyed. The leatherette seat of the chair felt cool against her bare buttocks. Susan kept her legs tightly closed.
She didn't eat much. She picked listlessly at some salad. Denise loosened the rope around her neck so that she could eat without difficulty.
Denise and Callan were famished. They wolfed down their food and cleaned their plates.
When they were done, Callan pushed back his chair and patted his belly. "That was good, damned good. How come you can't cook like that, Denise?"
Denise said, "I can cook, or I can rob banks. I don't do both, honey. What would you rather I did?"
"Keep heisting banks, of course," Callan said. "Hey, maybe we'll keep Susan with us, and bring her along to do the cooking and the cleaning."
"Why not?" Denise said. "I could use a slave."
"Yeah." Callan rubbed his groin. "So could I."
Susan cleared the table and put the dirty dishes in the sink. She washed them and dried them while Callan and Denise had coffee.
Finally, the last dish had been safely stored away in the cupboard. Now came the moment that Susan dreaded.
Callan wiped his mouth and stood up. With one sudden sweep of his strong arm, he cleared the kitchen table of the salt and pepper shakers and napkin holder and other condiments that were clustered on it. They crashed to the floor.
He said to Susan, "Climb up on that table."
Susan said, "Why?"
Denise grabbed her breast and savagely twisted the nipple until Susan cried out. She said, "Don't ask questions, just do what the man says!"
Susan perched her buttocks on the cool formica top of the table. She was quaking with fear. Goosebumps rose on her flesh.
Denise put her hand on Susan's chest and pushed her backwards. Denise said, "Lie down on your back, missy."
Susan obeyed. The table wasn't long enough to hold her entire body, so the table edge pressed against the backs of Susan's knees, and her calves dangled freely over the edge.
Looking up, she could see the panels of the ceiling and the overhead light. She was sick to her stomach with fear.
Callan went into the living room and got more lengths of rope. He and Denise tied a long rope around Susan's middle, so that it passed over her stomach, off the table edge, under the table, up over the other edge, and back again to her middle.
Callan finished tying the knot. Susan's legs were pressed together. He slapped her thigh smartly and told her to loosen up.
His rough hands pried open her soft thighs. Susan didn't resist him. Callan stared hungrily at her nakedly vulnerable pussy.
He said, "You sure are a beautiful little girl, and that's no lie. My dick is getting hard just from looking at you."
Denise said, "I'll be right back," and left the room.
Susan was afraid to be alone with Callan. She said, "You won't hurt me, will you?"
Callan said, "You be nice to me, and I'll be nice to you, honey."
He rubbed his knuckles against the soft curls of her pubic hair. Susan sucked in her belly with fear.
Callan slipped his finger lengthwise between the lips of her pussy. He slid his finger back and forth.
He said, "I can't wait any longer. I've got to have some of what you've got right now."
He pulled down his zipper and reached into his pants. He said, "Look what I've got for you, little honey."
Susan turned her head to one side so that she could watch him. Callan pulled his cock out of the opening in the crotch of his pants.
She gasped at the size of it. It was stiff and fully erect. The blunt head of his member was wide and swollen.
He gripped his shaft. Snaky blue veins throbbed in his cock. His member was long and thick.
Denise returned. She was carrying a large canvas bag. Stenciled on it in black letters were the words: PALMERSTOWN NATIONAL BANK.
She said coolly, "Put your prod back in your pants, Callan. We've got work to do."
He complained, "My dick is so hard that it's killing me!"
Denise chuckled. "Don't worry, it'll get plenty of action later."
"I'm just going to stick it in her mouth and let her suck it off," Callan said.
"Come on, Callan," Denise said irritatedly, "I'm as much in the mood for fun and games as you are, but let's take care of first things first. Don't you even want to know how much money we scored?"
"I guess so," Callan said reluctantly. He put his cock back in his pants. It made a fat bulge in the crotch of his trousers that looked like an iron pipe.
He said, "Damn! I can hardly close my zipper!" Finally, he managed to get the zipper up. He said to Denise, "I hope you're satisfied."
" She said, "We'll both be satisfied after we do a number on this girl. But business comes before pleasure."
"If I don't come, I don't have any pleasure," Callan joked.
Denise groaned. "Stop giving me the business."
Callan squeezed Susan's breasts. He said, "I'll be giving this little girl the business. You can bet your ass on that, lady."
"I'd rather bet her ass," Denise said, "since it's going to belong to me anyway. But first, let's count the loot."
She hefted the bag and unzipped the top of it. She grunted, "Man, this is one heavy son of a bitch!"
"That's good," Callan said. "It means that there's more dough in it. Here, give it to me."
He took the bag and easily lifted it. He upended it and held it over Susan's nude, bound body.
Susan squealed as stacks of money tumbled out of the bag. They spilled on her breasts and belly and thighs.
Some of the money fell off her on to the table, while a few stray packs of cash tumbled to the floor. Denise picked them up and put them on Susan.
Each of the stacks was shaped like a brick, and consisted of crisp, crackling, brand-new bills. There was so much of it that it formed a green covering on Susan's creamy-white body.
Susan's fear was momentarily forgotten as she stared fascinatedly at all that cash. She had never seen so much money in one place before!
As if he could read her thoughs, Callan grinned and said, "Yeah, that's some pile of folding green, all right!"
"And you make one hell of a counting table," Denise told Susan.
Denise and Callan pulled up their chairs to the table and started counting the money. Denise had a pencil and a piece of paper which she used to keep track of the cash.
Pack by pack, Callan and Denise uncovered Susan's body. Susan's nostrils were filled with the smell of money. It smelled as rich as the interior of a brand-new luxury limousine. It smelled like power.
The two thieves took frequent pauses from their labors so that they could caress Susan's firm breasts, or rub her nipples, or fondle her between her legs.
Finally, the last stack of money had been put back in the bag and Counted. Denise added up the column of figures on the paper. Callan played with Susan's nipples, tweaking them until they were stiff and pointed.
He asked, "Well, how much was the take?"
"Close to twenty-seven thousand dollars," Denise said.
"How close?"
"It's twenty-six thousand, eight hundred and eighty-nine dollars, if you want to get technical."
Callan grinned. "We did better than I expected. I would've been happy to come out of that bank with twenty grand."
"Divided three ways, each share comes to roughly nine thousand bucks for each of us," Denise said.
Callan said slyly, "Too bad that we have to give a third of the take to the mastermind of this job. That dough would go a lot farther if just you and I had to divide it."
Denise said, "Sure, and we could spend the rest of our lives looking over our shoulders for the hitmen on our trail. There's easier ways to commit suicide than holding out on the mastermind's share."
"I guess you're right," Callan said grudgingly.
"You're god-damned right I'm right," Denise said. "If you get anymore cute ideas about holding out on the mastermind, keep them to yourself. It's a fast way to get dead."
"Don't get all bent out of shape," Callan said. "It was just an idea that I was toying with, that's all."
"I've got something better for you to toy with," Denise said. "Something much better, and much less dangerous, too."
She cruelly pinched Susan's breast so that the girl cried out. Callan grinned. He said, "I get you."
Denise said, "No, we get her. Untie her from the table so we can take her into the living room."
Susan felt faint as Callan's strong fingers picked open the knots of the rope. All too soon, the bonds holding her to the table were loosened.
Denise said, "Get up." She tugged on the rope that was fastened to Susan's neck. Susan sat up and put her feet on the tiled kitchen floor and got off the table.
Denise ordered her into the hying room. Susan slowly shuffled out of the kitchen. She felt like her belly was stuffed with ice water. She felt sick. She had to go to the bathroom, and it was an effort to keep from wetting herself out of pure fear.
The trio was in the living room. Susan looked helplessly and hopelessly at Callan and Denise. They both stared at her with cruel lust.
Susan whimpered as Callan thrust his hands between her legs and began fondling her roughly. He said, "Can we do her now, Denise?"
CHAPTER FOUR
Denise said, "It's hot in here."
"It's you that's hot," Callan grinned. "Why don't you take off some of those clothes and cool off?"
"I'll do that." Denise unbuttoned her black blouse and took it off. She wore a sexy black lace bra that cupped and lifted her stunning breasts.
She sat down and took off her high heels.
Callan held Susan's leash. Denise opened her jeans, unzipped them, and pulled them off her strong legs.
Her hips were covered with a pair of black satin panties. The panties were trimmed with black lace. A few tufts of brick-red pubic hair peeked out of the side of her pantied crotch.
She put her high heels back on and stood up. The shoes arched her feet and made the contours of her taut calves and thighs boldly beautiful.
She put her clothes away, and placed the revolver in the bag of money. She held the leash while Callan shrugged out of his shoulder holster.
He put the gun and holster away. He pulled off his sweater. His torso was thickly muscled, and matted with a thick covering of hair. He kicked off his shoes and socks.
Susan said, "What are you going to do to me?"
Callan chuckled. "Why, we're going to fuck you clear out of your ever-loving mind, honey."
"You don't have to hurt me," Susan said pleadingly. "I'll do what you want. Please, please don't hurt me."
"Sometimes I feel so mean," Denise said, "that I like to hurt people. Especially fresh-faced, straight citizens like you, missy."
"Hell, she can't be all that straight, Denise," Callan pointed out. "Somebody sure as hell beat that cute little butt of hers."
"Yeah," Denise said, "and I feel like doing the same thing."
"Oh no," Susan whimpered. "Please don't. Please."
"Oh yes," Denise said mockingly. "Oh yes, yes, yes. I'm going to soften you up a little before I really get started, missy, just to show you what will happen if you're not a good little girl."
Callan said, "We better tie those hands to keep them out of trouble."
"Good idea," Denise said. Her lushly rounded buttocks strained against the shimmering fabric of her satin panties as she crossed the room and got some rope.
She returned to Susan. Callan crowded in behind the girl. Susan's eyes widened with fear. The whites showed clearly around her pale green irises.
Susan's face scrunched up, squeezing hot tears out of her eyes that blurred her vision and dripped down her face.
Denise fondled the girl's breasts. She laughed and said, "Don't cry, silly. We're not going to torture you. We're just a wee little bit kinky, that's all."
"And so are you," Callan added, patting Susan's ass.
He took hold of Susan's hands and forced them behind her back. He held them so that the girl's wrists were crossed.
Denise tied Susan's wrists together. She tested the knots to make sure that they were tightly secured. They were.
Denise said, "Now that her hands are tied, we won't need this." She loosened the noose around Susan's neck and slipped it off her. There was a thin red line circling the girl's neck, the imprint that the rope had left.
Callan said, "We better gag this little girl, too. We wouldn't want the neighbors to hear her and maybe call the police."
"No, we surely wouldn't want that," Denise agreed. "And it just so happens that I have the perfect gag."
She took off her panties. Her pubic bush was chestnut brown, with reddish highlights. It was a thick, tangled mat. Her thick pussy lips peeped out of the hairy covering.
Callan said, "Let me smell them before you use them, Denise."
He lifted the crotch of them to his face and inhaled deeply. When he lowered the panties, a broad smile creased his face.
He said, "God! You smell good, Denise! I swear, I got hard just from smelling you!"
Denise said, "Let me see if that's true." She fondled his groin. There was a stiff, throbbing bulge in the crotch of his pants.
She said, "Well, you sure weren't lying!"
He said, "You keep rubbing on me like that, honey, and I'm going to come in my pants!"
"Well, we wouldn't want that to happen," Denise said, smiling. "Not when we have little Susan's mouth and pussy and asshole for you to come in!"
Denise wadded up her panties into a ball. She said, "Open your mouth, honey. Open wide now, or I'm going to have to put the hurt on you."
Susan obeyed. Denise stuffed the panties into Susan's mouth, packing them in. They made a cloth ball that puffed out her cheeks.
Denise said, "We're going to need something to hold that gag in place." She tore Susan's blouse into thin strips. Susan winced with each tearing sound.
Denise used one of the strips to keep the gag in place. She put it between the girl's jaw, and knotted it behind her head.
Callan cautioned, "Don't tie it too tightly, now. I'm going to want to use that mouth before too long."
"You and me both," Denise said. "What do you say that we blindfold her, too?"
"Couldn't hurt," Callan said.
Denise fastened a second thin strip of cloth over Susan's eyes, and tightly knotted the ends of the cloth together behind her head.
Susan shivered like a leaf in a high wind. Her mouth was blocked, her hands were tied, and all she could see through the cloth were vague patterns of light and shadow. She was completely helpless.
Denise sat down on the couch. "I'll whip her bottom, Callan, unless you'd rather do it."
"Hell, you do it," Callan said. "I know how much it turns you on."
"Bring her over to me."
Callan stood behind Susan. His hard cock rubbed against her soft bottom. He put-one hand over her breast, and the other on her pussy.
He told Susan to start walking. The hobble connecting her feet forced her to take tiny, hesitant baby steps. The blindfold slowed her down even more.
Denise said, "Lay her face down across my lap. Easy, now."
Susan felt strong hands bending her forward. Callan placed her across Denise's lap. Denise's thighs felt smooth and warm against Susan's body.
As she lay across Denise's knees, with her head hanging down, Susan felt the same overpowering need to submit that she had felt when Gail spanked her.
Susan's full, ripe breasts dangled freely. The soft undersides of them rubbed against Denise's taut, polished thigh.
Denise said, "There's two ways that I like my slaves-on their knees, or across my lap for a spanking."
Callan asked, "You're not going to use your hand to beat her butt, are you?"
"Hell, no," Denise said. "This girl is too big for that kind of baby treatment. She wouldn't feel it at all. Give me your belt, Callan. I'll use that!"
Callan slipped his belt free of the loops at the top of his pants and gave it to Denise. It was a thin, whippy, brown leather belt.
Denise said, "This will be just perfect."
Callan took off his trousers. He was wearing a pair of white cotton undershorts. His hard cock made a tremendous bulge in them. The shorts pressed his cock flat against his belly. The head of it thrust outside of the elastic waistband and rubbed against his navel.
He sat down in a nearby lounging chair. Denise doubled the belt over and tested the weight of it in her hand. It felt just right.
Denise slipped her arm around Susan's waist. She locked her leg around both of Susan's legs, holding them firmly in place so that the girl coudn't kick or thrash about.
She said, "Now let's see how you take a real whipping, Susan!"
She slashed the strap down on Susan's bottom. Susan's body jerked. Her shriek was muffled by the panty gag.
The strap had left an angry red line across the soft, swelling flesh of the girl's buttocks. Susan trembled on Denise's lap.
Denise raised the strap and brought it down again. It made a vicious wooshing sound as it cut through the air.
Callan laughed as Susan convulsed with pain. Denise tightened her grip on the girl and pressed her tightly against her lap.
Denise brought the strap down again. Callan pulled down his shorts and began stroking his hard cock.
Denise said, "Take it easy. You want to save that for our little slave girl."
"Don't worry," Callan said, "I've got plenty for everybody. My well isn't going to run dry. Now, go on and beat that little girl's ass."
That's what Denise did. She lashed Susan's buttocks ten times in all. Susan's quivering bottom was criss-crossed with livid red slashes.
Denise tossed the belt aside. Susan's body shook with muffled sobbing. Denise's ruby-red nipples were stiffly erect, and stood out on her arge breasts like they were jewels pasted on to them.
Denise hugged Susan. Susan jerked fearfully, afraid that more pain was going to be inflicted on her.
Instead, Denise smoothed her hair and caressed the tensed muscles of the girl's back. She crooned, "That's all right, baby. I'm not going to whip you anymore. I hope that I didn't hurt you too much, honey. I guess that I got a little carried away."
Callan said, "That's all right. Now she knows who's boss around here."
Denise said, "Go ahead and cry, honey. Cry your little heart out. It will make the hurt go away all that much sooner."
Callan got up out of his chair. His shorts slid down his legs and dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them and walked over to Denise and Susan.
Denise looked up at him. He was holding his hard cock in his hand. She said, "God! I got so hot beating on her that now I'm sopping wet between the legs!"
"I'm kind of excited myself," Callan said.
Denise stared at his straining, quivering cock. "I'd say that's an understatement."
He said, "I feel like I'm going to explode! I need some release!"
Denise said, "Well, you'll get some. Susan is going to do whatever we tell her to do. Isn't that right, Susan? Nod your head up and down if you agree."
Susan quickly bobbed her head up and down. Denise smiled triumphantly and said, "You see? She's tamed. She's ready to serve us now."
"And not a moment too soon," Callan said. "Now let's get that gag out of her mouth and replace it with one that's made of flesh."
He unknotted the strip of cloth behind Susan's neck. He reached into her mouth and took a fold of Denise's panties between his thumb and forefinger.
He pulled them out of Susan's mouth. They were soaking wet with saliva. Susan worked her jaw, trying to relieve some of the aching stiffness in it.
Callan said, "Your panties are sopping wet, Denise."
"So am I," she said.
Susan wept softly. Callan moved to one side of Denise so that he stood near Susan's head.
He wrapped Susan's long blonde hair around his hand and jerked her head up. The muscles in her neck were taut and corded.
The blindfold still covered her eyes. She said, "What are you going to do?! What are you-umphh!"
She was silenced by Callan's hot hard cock, which he thrust into her mouth. He warned her, "If you try to bite me, I'll snap your neck like a toothpick!"
His member filled her mouth. Tears dripped from Susan's eyes and trickled clear of her blindfold so that they ran down her cheeks.
Callan said, "Suck it, slave. Suck it like you were sucking a lollipop, honey. Slurp it and suck it and work some of that good tongue around in there."
Susan had to fight to keep from throwing up. She wrapped her pouting lips around Callan's shaft. She wriggled her tongue against the underside of his cock.
Holding his cock, Callan eased it in and out of Susan's hot mouth. He fucked her mouth like it was a pussy.
He rubbed the head of his member against the soft, yielding tissues of the roof of her mouth. He grinned with pleasure.
Denise reached between Susan's legs. She fondled her pussy. Her skillful fingers searched out Susan's clitoris, and gently massaged it.
Susan felt horribly degraded by having to take the cock in her mouth, but Denise's artful manipulations of her clitoris were making her feel very good.
Susan sucked Callan's cock. She was inexperienced, but she seemed to be pleasing him, because she could hear him moaning and groaning with pleasure.
Denise said encouragingly, "That's a good girl. You're doing just fine, honey, just fine. Do you like what I'm doing to you? Sure you do. I can tell by the way that you're wiggling your ass and hips that you love it. Well, I love doing it to you, baby. Just keep on sucking. That's the way. That's the way. You're a good little girl, yes you are."
When Callan partially withdrew his cock, Denise could see that the shaft was a fiery red color.
She said, "Callan's going to come real soon, Susan. You're going to swallow his come just like it was honey, or I'm going to be real mad and whip your ass bloody."
Callan squeezed his eyes shut. His balls were swollen. He rocked his hips back and forth, so that his cock glided into Susan's wet velvet mouth, then reappeared, then vanished inside her mouth again.
Callan opened his eyes wide. The muscles of his buttocks tensed and became hard as rocks. He stopped moving.
He groaned. Semen rose from his balls through his hot shaft and spurted inside Susan's mouth.
Susan felt the cool semen spewing over her tongue and against the back of her throat. Her jaw and throat muscles worked as she gulped down the come, "Oh yeah," Callan moaned. "Yeah, god damn it! Unh!"
His cock quivered in Susan's mouth as the last drops of come were squeezed out of him.
Denise asked, "Did she swallow it all?"
"Every last drop," Callan said.
Denise patted Susan's bottom. "You're a good little slave girl."
Callan took his cock out of Susan's mouth. It was semi-erect and red and rubbery. Come and saliva had oiled the shaft so that it gleamed.
Callan said, "Man, that was good! That took a lot out of me. I have to sit down."
He lurched over to a chair and slumped into it. The harsh lines of his face were momentarily relaxed as he enjoyed the afterglow of his orgasm.
Denise continued to rub Susan's clitoris. Susan gasped and writhed on her lap. Her pussy was wet and her nipples were stiff.
Denise said, "That feels good, doesn't it? You like that, don't you?"
"Yes," Susan moaned. "Oh, yes! Pleasedon't stop!"
Denise chuckled. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that. I'm not going to stop until you come, honey."
Denise's fingers flew over Susan's pussy. They rubbed against her pearly clitoris, sending waves of pleasure rippling through the girl.
Susan's abused buttocks arched high in the air. Her lungs heaved as she sucked in great gulps of air. She moaned wordlessly.
Denise placed her fingertip directly against Susan's clitoris and pressed down gently on it. She tightened her grip around Susan's waist to hold her in place.
Susan squealed as her orgasm hit her. The ropes binding her hands together cut deeply into her flesh as she flexed her arms and arched her back.
She shouted, "GOD!"
She squeezed her sweating thighs shut, and pressed them against Denise's hand. Denise grinned wickedly as Susan shivered with the fury of her orgasm.
All the energy flowed out of Susan and she collapsed across Denise's knees. She lay there motionlessly, breathing hard.
Her blindfold had slipped off her sweating face and hung around her neck. Her long blonde hair, matted with perspiration, dangled freely.
Denise let her rest for a moment. Then she slapped Susan smartly on the buttocks and said, "Loosen up so I can get my hand free!"
Susan parted her thighs. Denise lifted her hand and sucked Susan's pussy juices off her fingers.
Callan asked, "How does she taste?"
"Sweeter than sugar," Denise said. "Hell, everybody's having fun around here but me! It's time that I was taken care of!"
"What would you like?" Callan said.
Denise said, "For starter? I want this little slave girl on her knees, eating out my pussy!"
"Anything you say, honey," Callan said. He rose and went over to her. His cock dangled against his left thigh.
He helped Denise lower Susan off her lap. Denise's thighs and hips were shiny with sweat. She said, "Put her on her knees in front of me."
Denise spread her legs wide open. Her pussy lips peeked lewdly out of their covering of reddish-brown hair.
Susan knelt between Denise's legs. Her face was only inches away from her pussy. Denise stared down at her.
She said, "Susan, you know what I want you to do, don't you?"
"Yes," Susan said, "but I've never done it before, honest."
Denise looked skeptical. "You wouldn't be lying to me, would you?"
"I swear that I'm not," Susan said quietly.
Denise and Callan exchanged glances. He said, "I've got a feeling that she's telling the truth."
"So do I," Denise said. She smiled and patted Susan's cheek. "Susan, honey, you can thank your lucky stars that the first pussy that you'll get to go down on is mine."
Susan felt a twinge of regret. For her first time, she wanted to give up the virginity of her mouth to Gail. But there was no way out of it.
Susan said, "Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."
Denise turned to Callan. "You see? Like I said, she's tamed." She said to Susan, "Don't worry about it, honey. It's not hard to learn how to please a woman."
Denise parted the lips of her pussy. She had a thick, fleshy, unusually pronounced clitoris. It seemed to stare at Susan like a red eye.
Denise said, "All you have to do is lick my clit real good. Do it nice and slow and gentle, just like you'd want to have it-done to you."
She put her hand behind Susan's head and pulled the girl's face into her crotch. She said, "First, though, I want you to lick the lips of my pussy before you do anything else."
The pungent, musky fragrance of Denise's pussy filled Susan's nostrils. It had the perfumed aroma of a rare flower.
Susan's mouth started to water. Cautiously she pushed her face forward. Denise's pubic hair brushed against her, tickling her.
Susan stuck out her tongue and touched the tip of it to the fleshy fold of Denise's pussy. She felt an electric tingle.
Denise said, "Come on, honey, don't be shy. Put a little feeling into it now." She pulled Susan's head closer to her pussy.
Susan placed the broad flat part of her tongue against Denise's pussy lip and licked it like a little girl with an ice cream cone.
"That's it," Denise said. "Keep doing it like that. Lick the other side, too."
Callan sat down on the couch next to Denise so that their bare thighs were touching. With her free hand, Denise began to gently stroke his balls.
Susan licked more and more enthusiastically. Pussy didn't taste like any thing that she had expected it to taste like. It was quite pleasant, actually!
Experimentally Susan stuck her tongue deep between the lips of Denise's cunt. Her tongue was surrounded by wet, sweet warmth.
"Umm, that's good," Denise murmured. "Lick all along the inside of my cunt lips, honey. Ah, that's-the way!"
Susan's tongue glided over Denise's sleek, slippery, juicy membranes. Her mouth became smeared with the dripping fluids.
"Good," Denise said. "Good, good, good. Now, Susan, I want you to lick my clit. But do it real slow and gentle, honey."
Susan's tongue climbed up Denise's slit and searched for the button of throbbing flesh that was her clitoris.
Her tongue tip rubbed against a prominent fleshy bump. Denise took a deep breath and flexed her thighs.
Susan knew that she had found what she was looking for. Delicately her tongue circled the large clitoris.
Denise said, "You're a honey, yes you are! Don't stop, Susan! Keep that tongue working in there! That's good ... ummmmmm!"
Susan tried to duplicate what Gail's tongue had done to her when she was stretched out naked on the couch in the library office.
It seemed to be working, because Denise was definitely getting excited. To add to her pleasure, Callan fastened his greedy mouth on Denise's breast and sucked at her nipple.
Denise said, "Work your tongue faster, Susan, don't be so gentle, I like it rough! Yeah, that's the way!"
Susan's golden head bobbed back and forth as she went down on Denise. Her tongue whipped over the clitoris, licking supreme pleasure into it.
Denise's breath came in huge, heaving gasps. Callan sucked her nipple and fondled her other breast.
Denise pulled Susan's face against her cunt.
She lifted her buttocks and tilted her hips and thrust her cunt against Susan's soft lips.
Denise shivered and wailed as her orgasm hit her. She squeezed her legs shut and pressed against Susan's head with her taut, strong thighs.
She fell back against the cushions. Her legs opened, releasing Susan. Denise moaned and bit her lip and trembled with ecstasy.
Susan looked up. Callan's cock was hard again, and it seemed bigger and stiffer than ever. He saw what she was staring at, and grinned.
He took his mouth off of Denise's nipple. Her breasts gleamed with his saliva.
He said to Denise, "Let's take this slave girl into the bedroom and get down to some serious fucking!"
"Yes," Denise panted. "Just give me a minute so that I can catch my breath!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Callan used one arm to lift Susan off her knees and on to her feet. He hustled her into the bedroom.
Sighing heavily, Denise stood up and lurched after them. Her eyes were glazed and had a numbed look to them.
She leaned against a wall for a moment and gathered her strength. She felt silky and glowing between her legs.
She pushed her red hair off her face and ran her fingers through it to untangle it. She squeezed her legs shut and sighed again.
The bedroom door was open. Denise went into the room. Susan was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs up.
Callan was busy untying the length of rope that hobbled the girl's ankles together. Denise said, "What are you doing?"
"Can't have anything holding this little girl's legs together," Callan said. "I'm going to want to spread them wide open."
Denise said, "Better not keep her hands tied behind her back. She'll be doing a lot of moving around on the bed."
The bed was still unmade from this afternoon's interlude with Mike. The sheets and blankets were rolled up at the foot of the bed.
Denise said, "This is a nice big bed, Susan. Ever sleep three people in it before?"
Susan said, "No, never."
"Well, you will tonight," Denise said, "not that I think that there'll be all that much sleeping done, though."
Callan finished untying Susan's ankles. He put the pieces of rope aside. He got up and sat behind her so that he could untie her hands.
Denise went through the dresser drawers and the closets, sizing up Susan's clothing with the shrewd eye of the professional thief.
She said, "Really, Susan, you have an extraordinarily dull taste in clothing. Your clothes all look like they should belong to somebody's forty-year old maiden aunt."
Susan bristled a little. "They suit me very well, thank you."
"I suppose that you have to look rather reserved and spinsterish at the library," Denise said.
Puzzled, Susan frowned. "How did you know that I work at the library? I don't remember telling you that."
Denise laughed. "While we were waiting for you to get home, we went through the house. We found out all kinds of things about you, honey. Most of it was pretty dull, too."
Denise shut the door of the clothes closet. "There's nothing in there that I'd even bother stealing. Fortunately for you, Susan, you look a hell of a lot better with your clothes off than you do with them on."
Callan unknotted the rope holding Susan's arms tied behind her back. Susan brought her arms in front of her and chafed her wrists, trying to ease the soreness and restore some of the circulation.
Denise shut and locked the bedroom door. She said, "Well, here we are, all three of us."
Callan rubbed Susan's breasts. She flinched and looked away, but made no move to resist him, and said nothing.
The mattress sank under the weight of Denise as the redhead climbed on to the bed. Her satin skin rubbed against Susan's.
Callan said, "She's got great tits. Hey, Susan, you're wasting your time working at the library. With a body like that, you ought to be a hooker."
Denise's red-painted fingernails pinched Susan's nipple erect. She said, "Yeah, Susan, you could make a lot of money. You could have the bright lights of the big city, instead of living in this jerkwater burg."
Callan said, "Of course, to be a really good whore, you've got to have the talent. Having a good body isn't enough. You've got to know what to do in bed."
Denise said, "We'll have to see how you are in bed, Susan. Who knows? If you turn us on, we just might take you with us when we leave. We could sell your ass to a pimp that we know."
Susan gasped. "You wouldn't do that, would you?"
Denise rubbed Susan's flat belly. "Why not? You'd live in a fancy apartment, have plenty of nice clothes-not that you'd be wearing them much, considering the line of work-and you wouldn't have to anything but fuck all day and all night long."
Callan lowered his head and fastened his mouth on Susan's left breast. His lips formed a greedy O that sucked at her nipple.
Denise said, "That's what I'm going to do, Susan. I'm going to make you my very own sweet little whore."
"No-no, please don't," Susan moaned. "Don't ... "
Denise kissed Susan's right breast. Susan sat on the bed, her legs curled under her, a confused and frightened expression on her face.
Meanwhile, Callan and Denise continued to lick and suck and nibble on the girl's breasts, driving Susan to distraction.
Callan groped for Susan's hand, found it, and shoved it into his lap. Her fingers brushed against his hard cock.
Callan put his cock in her palm and closed her fingers around it. The hot, fleshy shaft pulsed against her skin.
Denise took Susan's other hand and placed it against her pubic bush. She removed her mouth from Susan's breast long enough to say, "Rub my clit nice and gently, honey."
Denise's pubic hair felt as soft as fur against Susan's fingers. Shyly at first, Susan's questing fingers explored the contours of the redhead's cunt.
Denise shivered as Susan's finger rubbed against her clitoris. She sucked harder on the girl's breast.
Callan pushed Susan so that she fell backward. Because of the way that she fell, she had to take her hand away from Denise's pussy.
Denise said to Callan, "Hey! She was just starting to get me off! Do you mind?"
"Yeah, as a matter-of-fact I do," Callan said. "I've waited long enough to fuck this slave girl, and I'm not going to wait any longer."
"Oh, all right," Denise sighed. "Do what you want then, you son of a bitch."
Callan grinned. "Why don't you be a good girl, Denise, and help me tie this bitch so that she's spread wide open?"
"Why should I?" Denise asked. "What do I get out of it?"
Callan said, "You can sit on her face while I fuck her pussy."
Denise thought about that for a few seconds. "Okay. I guess that's the best deal that I can get."
The two of them got up. They placed Susan on her back. Susan lay motionless as they arranged her limbs so that she would be open for their pleasure.
Callan took hold of Susan's ankles and placed her feet at the corners of the foot of the bed. This left her legs spread wide open, and her pussy nakedly vulnerable.
Callan knotted a loop in a length of rope and slipped it around Susan's ankle. He pulled it tight, then tied the free end of the rope to the nearest leg of the bed.
He performed a similar operation on her other ankle, so that her legs were tied down and spread out in a V-shape.
Denise took another rope, threw a loop over Susan's wrists, passed a few hitches over it to hold it tight, and checked the knots for security.
Then she tied the other end of the rope to a post on the headboard of the bed. The result was that Susan's arms were raised over her head.
Callan looked down at the beautiful nude girl tied spread-eagled to the bed. He gripped his cock and it was hard and proud in his hand.
Susan moaned, "Oh God! What-what are you going to do to me?!"
Denise sat down on the bed beside her and fondled her breasts. "You know exactly what we're going to do to you, honey."
Callan grinned. "We're going to fuck you."
Denise pinched Susan's nipples erect. She said, "Now, you be nice to us, and we'll be nice to you. There isn't a thing that you can do to stop us, so you might as well lie back and enjoy it."
Susan said, "Can't you-can't you let me go? Or tie me up and lock me in the closet until you leave? I swear that I won't give you any trouble!"
"Yeah, but we're going to give you some trouble, baby," Callan said.
Denise kissed Susan's breasts. They were still wet from the combined efforts of Callan and herself when they had sucked on them previously.
Susan writhed in her bonds. No matter how much she twisted and turned, the ropes held her tightly, so that she could move only a few inches at best.
Susan begged, "Please, please don't! It isn't right-it isn't normal!"
Denise and Callan laughed at that one. Denise said, "By the time that we're finished with you, you won't give a damn what's normal and what isn't!"
Callan's laugh rumbled in his chest. He said to Susan, "Anyway, you're a fine one to talk about what's normal and what's not. Hell, you came home with your tail bright red from getting spanked. You call that normal?"
Susan sucked in her breath as Denise touched her pussy. Denise said, "Don't be afraid, little Susan. I'm not going to hurt you:"
"She's a nervous girl," Callan said. "It must be all that tension building up from not getting fucked good and hard," Denise said. "But we'll fix that." Denise parted Susan's cunt lips and touched her fingertip to the girl's irritated clitoris. Susan moaned with shame.
Denise began gently stroking Susan's button of pleasure. Susan's chin trembled and she seemed on the verge of bursting into tears.
Denise inserted her finger deep in Susan's cunt. Slowly she slid it back and forth, inside and out.
Susan screamed.
Denise angrily clapped her hand over Susan's mouth. Susan's fearful eyes bulged. Denise glared down at her.
She hissed, "That was a very stupid thing to do, Susan, a very stupid thing indeed!"
Callan said, "Gag her, Denise. But don't make the gag too tight. I'm going to fuck her mouth after I've fucked her pussy."
Denise said, "Yeah, I'll gag her all rightwith my pussy! Listen, Susan, do you promise not to make any more noise if I take my hand off your mouth?"
Susan nodded yes. Denise lifted her hand, but held it at the ready to clamp it down on the girl's mouth at the first sign of another outburst.
Denise said, "Why did you scream, Susan? I wasn't hurting you. Hell, I thought that you seemed pretty turned on by what I was doing!"
Susan said tearfully, "I did like it! That's why I screamed, because I'm afraid of what you're doing to me-of what you're making me into! I don't want to be a whore and a pervert! I don't like being spanked and tied up and made to do all kinds of dirty things! I don't!"
"I think that you do," Denise said, "and you're afraid to face the truth about yourself."
"No, that's not true!" Susan protested. "I'm just a quiet little librarian, and that's all that I ever wanted to be! Oh, why won't you leave me alone?!"
Callan said, "If you looked like the average librarian, I wouldn't touch you. But with a body like you've got, there's no way that Denise and me aren't going to fuck you!"
Denise added, "Anyway, your claims to being a quiet little librarian don't ring true, honey. Quiet little librarians don't come home with their bottoms red from a spanking. I think that you're holding out on us!"
Callan got on the bed. He knelt between Susan's bound legs. He said, "Yeah, and you're not going to hold out on us any longer!"
Denise said, "If I have to gag you, Susan, I'll be very, very angry. I'll be forced to inflict a great deal of pain on you. And I mean real pain, not a little spanking or even a strapping with a belt. Now, do you promise me that you won't scream again?"
Callan chuckled, "She'll be screaming with pleasure when I get done fucking her."
Susan said, "Please don't gag me, Denise. I promise that I won't scream again."
Callan straddled Susan's head so that it was pressed between his folded legs. His erect cock hung inches over her face.
He said, "I'll gag the bitch-with my dick! Denise, why don't you do me and Susan here a favor, and go down on her?"
"That sounds okay," Denise said. She moved down the bed and knelt between Susan's taut legs.
Callan said, "Get her all hot and wet. And you, Susan, I want you to suck my cock and get it dripping wet."
Susan opened her mouth. He stuffed the head of his cock into it. Susan's pouting lips closed around the fleshy knob.
Denise's red hair spilled across Susan's belly and quivering thighs. Denise stuck out her tongue and dipped it into the girl's pussy.
Susan closed her eyes as she sucked. She realized that her well-being and safety depended on keeping these criminals happy, and that meant pleasing them in bed with her submission.
Since she had no choice in the matter, that made it all right for her to perform sexual acts that she would have viewed with disgust under normal circumstances.
Or so Susan told herself, in an attempt to rationalize away the warm, good feeling that was glowing in her pussy from the effects of Denise's talented tongue.
The room was filled with the sounds of creaking bedsprings and slurping sounds. Outside, an occasional car drove down the street.
Callan took his cock out of Susan's mouth. There was a liquid, popping sound as the head of his member worked free from her puckered lips.
A fat drop of saliva oozed off his cock head and spattered on Susan's cheek. Susan tried to lick it clean with her tongue, but she couldn't reach it.
Callan said, "That was real nice. Now, I'll return the favor."
Callan got up off her. Denise stopped licking Susan's pussy and moved to one side in order to make way for Callan.
Callan got between Susan's legs. He rubbed his cock against her soft inner thighs, and tapped it once or twice against her taut belly.
He asked Denise, "Are you going to sit on her face?"
Denise wiped some saliva from the corners of her mouth and her chin. "I'll make her eat me in a couple of minutes. I want to watch you fucking her for a while."
"My pleasure," Callan said, "and Susan's, too."
He lowered himself and stretched across Susan's nude body. The hair on his muscular chest rubbed against her nipples, chafing them.
Callan took his cock in hand and aimed the head of it at Susan's pussy. He eased forward. The tip of his cock touched her warm, soft pussy lips.
Susan moaned. Callan kept moving forward. The cunt lips were spread and folded back on themselves as the blunt head of Callan's cock eased between them.
Callan exhaled heavily. The head of his member was firmly lodged in the hot, wet pussy. His cock head tingled with ten thousand electric needles of pleasure.
He pushed his hips forward, forcing his cock into her. Susan was wet, but very tight, and Callan was a big man.
Susan moaned and writhed in her ropes. She found that if she gripped the rope with her fingers it helped her to endure her penetration better.
Callan grunted, "Man, is she tight! For a grown woman, she's hardly stretched out at all!"
Denise said, "That's because she hasn't been getting the right kind of loving. Do her good, Callan."
Callan pushed forward. Penetrating the girl was a struggle. Susan bucked her hips. Callan gripped them in his big hands and held them in place.
Susan panted, "You, you're hurting me!"
Denise silenced her by feeding her breast into Susan's mouth. Susan's lips encircled Denise's hard, pointed nipple.
Susan was comforted by the warm breast in her mouth. It soothed her and helped take her mind off her pain and her humiliation.
Denise smoothed Susan's hair off her forehead and murmured soft, endearing words to her.
Callan inched his cock into the girl's pussy. He discovered that the more of his cock that he fed into her, the wetter the girl became, making it easier for him to penetrate her.
Callan pushed forward. Susan groaned as his cock forced its way deep inside her until the base of his shaft pressed against the softness of her cunt lips.
Denise cradled Susan's blonde head and let her suck at her breast while Callan began to pump his hips back and forth.
Callan said, "Damn, she's good! So hot and tight!"
He reached under the girl to get a better hold on her. His strong hands cupped Susan's buttocks. His fingers dug deep into the tender flesh.
He lifted her hips and held her at the angle that was best for him. He shoved his cock in and out, in and out.
Callan speeded up the pace of his penetrations and withdrawals with each passing second as his excitement mounted.
His face was red and flushed. Tiny beads of sweat appreared on his face and shoulders. His eyes were wide and staring.
Susan's moans were stifled against the full, warm roundness of Denise's voluptuous breast. Of all the things that she had done tonight, and had done to her, Susan loved nursing on a big breast best of all. It was so comforting! She felt that she could endure anything as long as she had that warm yielding bosom pressed against her face, and that hard nipple in her mouth.
The bedsprings squealed and groaned under the violence of Callan's assault. He was humping so hard that the bed rocked on the floor.
The bed moved so that the headboard banged against the wall. Every time Callan shoved his cock in and out, the headboard rapped loudly against the wall.
Callan was dripping with sweat. His belly slapped against Susan's with a wet, smacking sound.
He rubbed his face against her breasts. He needed a shave, and the roughness of his facial hair scraped Susan's soft flesh.
The irritated nipples were as hard as pink pebbles. Callan pinched and squeezed them.
He moved faster and faster. The headboard hit the wall so many times and so quickly that it sounded like a machine gun going off.
Susan shuddered. She had been with men before, but she had never been fucked like this. Callan was a sex machine, a tireless robot.
His cock fit in her tight pussy like a finger inside a rubber glove. Each thrust of his hard cock sent thrilling waves of pleasure and pain mingling through her.
Her soft buttocks were like white dough in his hands. He kneaded them and squeezed them and gripped them tightly.
Susan made a cry of disappointment when Denise gently pulled her breast out of her mouth.
The breast dangled inches above her. Susan raised her head, but she couldn't quite reach the pink-tipped mound of white flesh.
She extended her tongue as far as it would go, and craned her neck. By straining, she was just able to touch her tongue tip against the underside of Denise's breast.
It was a tantalizing torment. Denise savored the girl's predicament. Teasingly she would lower her body so that her breast was almost in Susan's mouth, then quickly raise it up and away from her.
Susan could have wept with frustration.
Sweat poured down Callan's face. Fat drops of it rolled off him and splashed on Susan's chest.
Susan's breasts bobbed as her heaving lungs labored to suck in fresh air. The grueling pace of the fucking that Callan was giving her was like running a marathon race.
Denise raised her leg like she was mounting a horse. Realizing what she was doing, Callan raised himself up on his forearms.
This lifted his head and chest off Susan's body, and made room for Denise. She straddled Susan in much the same manner as he had done only a short while ago.
Denise's thighs pressed against the sides of Susan's face, pinning her head in place. Her buttocks rested lightly on the girl's chest.
Denise murmured, "Suck me, baby! Lick it!"
She thrust her crotch in Susan's face. Susan's thin, straight nose rubbed against Denise's slippery membranes.
Denise rubbed her cunt against Susan's upturned face. Her cunt lips pressed against Susan's soft lips.
The reddish-brown pubic hair tickled Susan's nostrils. Susan stuck out her tongue and shoved it into Denise's cunt.
The tongue lanced upward until it encountered the fleshy clitoris. Susan held her tongue in place, while Denise thrust her hips back and forth so that her clitoris rubbed against the hot tongue.
Callan's surging cock had kindled a fire in Susan's pussy, a fire which now blazed out of control and threatened to consume her entire body.
Without even consciously realizing what she was doing, Susan began to move her hips in response to the big man's deep, penetrating thrusts.
The cock glided against the sleek, slick membranes of Susan's pussy. Each new stroke threw more fuel on the fire.
He gripped Susan's hips as tightly as he could when he made his final stroke. His long, thick cock buried itself deep inside her.
Callan snorted like a barnyard bull. The head of his cock knocked against the mouth of Susan's womb:
Come gushed out of his member. It seethed and spread over the heated walls of the girl's cunt, cooling and soothing the tender tissues.
Susan's stomach felt like it was being squeezed into a tight ball by a huge fist. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.
What she did was to redouble her efforts at eating Denise's pussy. Denise's eyes crossed with fierce pleasure. Her thighs squeezed Susan's head.
Callan's quivering cock spurted its load into Susan. He moaned, "Damn, damn, damn! This feels so god-damned good!"
Sucking in a great breath, he exhaled slowly and collapsed with exhaustation. He moved his upper body somewhat to the side, since Denise was still straddling Susan.
Susan opened her mouth to cry out when the orgasm hit her. At that instant, Denise pulled her hair and yanked her face so that it was pressed against her cunt.
Denise shuddered convulsively as her orgasm struck with the force and fury of a thunderbolt. Her eyes rolled up so that only the whites of them showed.
Susan felt like she was buried under an avalanche of warm flesh. Callan's cock was lodged in her cunt, and Denise's pussy was practically glued to her mouth.
Their hot bodies covered her. Susan felt like every nerve in her body was alive and stimulated. Denise's cunt covered her face with smothering warmth.
Susan felt like she was having a fever dream. This couldn't be happening to her, could it?
Then she felt come oozing inside her pussy and she knew that this wasn't a dream, it was reality.
Denise's claw-like fingers loosened their grip on Susan's hair. Susan pulled her face away from the redhead's pussy and breathed a big gulp of cool air.
Susan looked up. Denise was staring down at her. The hard, cynical lines of her face were momentarily softened by pleasure. Callan heaved a deep sigh of relief.
CHAPTER SIX
Later, Susan lay in her bed between Callan and Denise. The criminal pair were sleeping, but Susan was wide awake.
She was lying on her back. Her hands were tied in front of her. Additionally, there was a thin piece of twine tied around her belly.
The other end of this twine was looped around Denise's finger. The redhead had rigged the twine as a warning device to wake her if Susan did any moving around.
Susan looked at the radio clock on the night table. Its gleaming electric dial glowed in the darkness of the bedroom.
It was a little after three o'clock in the morning. It was the stillest, deepest, eeriest part of the night.
Susan felt like the filling in a human sandwich. Callan lay to the left of her, and Denise lay to the right of her.
Their warm bodies pressed against her flesh. Susan didn't want to move the slightest bit for fear that she would wake one of them, and they would want to use her body again.
At least she had time to think. It wasn't doing her much good, however, since her mind couldn't come up with even the germ of an escape plan.
She remembered what had happened hours ago, when she had been tied spread-eagled on the bed and fucked.
After Callan and Denise had had their orgasms (and Susan had had one of her own, even though she was almost too ashamed to admit it to herself), the two violators had rested for a while.
After some time had passed, and Callan's and Denise's strength had become renewed, they stirred and moved around on the bed.
Callan withdrew his cock from Susan's pussy. Denise had taken his member in her mouth and sucked and licked the come off it.
Callan's cock had hardened under the treatment, and Denise certainly wasn't going to let his hard-on go to waste.
She got between Susan's legs on the mattress and lowered her head to the girl's cunt. She raised her plump bottom up high, so that it was the most elevated part of her body.
Susan was shocked when Denise told Callan that she wanted him to fuck her in the ass instead of in her pussy.
That had excited Callan. He stood on the floor, facing the foot of the bed. Denise's rounded white bottom was turned to him, and was raised as high as his waist.
Callan rubbed his cock between the cleft of the redhead's buttocks. He reached down and played with her cunt, fingering her pussy until she was moaning and shaking.
Callan didn't use jelly or anything to penetrate her bottom. All he did was drool a big handful of his saliva on to his hand.
He smeared the saliva in Denise's hairy bottom crack, then took another handful of spit and annointed his throbbing cock with it.
Denise rested the side of her face against Susan's belly. Callan stood behind Denise, with his gleaming cock jutting out from his hips.
Susan could see Denise's face as Callan wedged his cock head into her anus. Denise groaned and her face screwed up into an expression of mingled pleasure and pain.
Callan gripped her white hips tightly. His thick fingers left red imprints on her soft flesh.
Denise parted her lips and a high-pitched squealing sound escaped from them as Callan forced his cock into her tight-packed anus.
Denise shivered and shuddered when he was all the way inside her. Susan was terrified at the very idea of taking a big cock inside a tiny, tight anus.
But Denise loved it. She moaned and groaned and begged Callan to fuck her hard. Susan was amazed to see the self-assured redhead gasping and pleading for more of Callan's big cock.
Denise reached across Susan's belly and gripped her breasts. They were like handholds that she clung to while she was being fucked in the ass.
Denise's scarlet fingernails dug into Susan's soft breasts. Susan whimpered and cried, but her nipples became stiff and pointed.
Callan pushed his hips back and forth, causing his shaft to slide in and out of Denise's bottom. He fucked her slow and deep.
Denise buried her face in Susan's cunt and licked and chewed and guzzled it while she was being sodomized.
Despite Susan's fear, the frenzied tonguing that Denise gave her was powerfully erotic, and Susan "had soon been writhing and twisting in her bonds.
Callan came inside Denise's ass. He squeezed his eyes shut. His face and shoulders and chest were flushed with red.
He stood there for a moment, rocking gently back and forth, his eyes shut. Denise was wailing in a voice that didn't sound human.
Callan parted her buttocks and held them separated while he eased out of her slowly, taking great care not to damage her sensitive membranes.
His semi-erect cock looked like it was made of pliable red rubber. He had wiped it clean with a handful of Susan's hair.
Denise toppled on her side and lay there for some minutes. Callan patted her fondly on the ass and left the room.
When he returned, he was carrying a bottle of scotch that Susan kept around the house for guests, since she didn't drink the stuff herself.
After a while, Denise got to her feet. She stood hunched over, bent forward. She put a hand against the bed to support herself.
Slowly she straightened up. Sweat had glued strands of her red hair to her face. She pushed them back, out of the way.
She rubbed her bottom and her pussy.
"Damn, Callan, it feels like you split me right down the middle!"
"Yeah, and you loved every minute of it, too," Callan grinned.
Denise went over to him and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and bull neck. She pressed the full length of her glowing nude body against his.
Callan tilted his head forward and down so that he could kiss her. Their jaws worked as their tongues fenced.
Denise reached behind him and cupped and fondled his buttocks. Callan caressed her thighs with long, slow, loving strokes.
They untied Susan's ankles by slipping the loops off her feet. Denise said that they should leave the ropes tied to the legs of the bed so they would be there when they wanted to use them again.
They untied Susan's hands. Callan turned on the TV. He and Denise got in bed. They lay down on either side of Susan.
Susan lay on her back, her legs tightly closed and her arms running against her sides. She was afraid to make even the slightest movement, for fear that it would call attention to her, and she would be raped and humiliated again.
Denise said, "Isn't this cozy, Callan? Three in a bed, that's what I call living it up!"
"You said it," Callan agreed. "Hey, be quiet! The news is coming on."
The TV was tuned to a local channel, rather than one of the big three coast-to-coast networks. The big story of the day, the lead item, was the robbery of the Palmerstown National Bank.
Callan and Denise got a real thrill out of watching the report on the hold-up. They leaned forward in bed so that they could see the TV screen better.
The announcer said, "An earlier report erroneously stated that the thieves escaped with twenty-five thousand dollars. This was incorrect. Bank president Millard Gibbs announced tonight that the thieves had actually escaped with close to thirty-five thousand dollars."
Callan and Denise stared at each other in amazement. Then Callan exploded, "Thirty-five grand?! What the fuck is he talking about? There wasn't anything close to thirty-five grand in the vault!"
Denise laughed as she placed a calming hand on Callan's shoulder. She said, "Don't you get it? It's a scam! The bank president is claiming that he got ripped off for ten grand more than he actually did!"
"What the fuck good is that going to do him?" Callan asked.
"Don't you get it?" Denise said. "The bank is covered by insurance. The bank president made the theft sound bigger than it was, so that he could steal the extra money and nobody would be the wiser!"
Callan said, "Why, that sot-of a bitch!"
Denise said, "The insurance company will pay the bank the full thirty-five grand, so they won't be out any dough. And the bank president gets to keep ten grand for himself!"
"The dirty crook!" Callan roared.
At the close of the report, the announcer said that the state police still had roadblocks up, although they suspected that the thieves were already out of the state.
"That's good," Denise said. "That means that the roadblocks should be taken down by tomorrow, and we can get out of this dump town!"
Callan gestured with his thumb at Susan. "What are we going to do about her?"
"I'll think of something," Denise said, too casually. "I know what I'm going to do with her right now, though."
"Yeah?" Callan said. "What's that?"
Denise said, "I'm going to have her eat my pussy some more! Crawl down the bed, Susan, and put your tongue between my legs."
Susan did as she was told. Callan smacked her ass with his open hand when she got up, and Susan cried out in pain.
Denise opened her legs. Susan lay on her stomach between them, with her face right up to Denise's pussy.
The sheet was stained with semen and sweat. There was a wet splotch of come that had oozed out of Denise's bottom from the ass fucking that she had gotten.
Denise took hold of Susan's ears and pulled the girl's face into her cunt. Susan stuck out her tongue and began to lick and chew the redhead's pussy.
Denise said, "Ummmm, that's real good, Susan. I swear, you're getting better and better at this!"
"
Susan's tongue slithered inside the dripping pussy and snaked its way up to the clitoris.
Callan said, "Practice makes perfect, or so they say."
Denise said, "Well, our little slave girl is going to get a lot of practice when it comes to eating my cunt, I can tell you that!"
Denise watched TV while Susan tongued her. Denise drifted from one slow, languorous orgasm to the next.
Susan's jaw and the root of her tongue ached, but Denise mercilessly forced her to continue eating her.
Denise sipped some scotch while she was having her pussy orally serviced. It was Callan who drained most of the bottle, though.
Callan put the empty bottle aside and played with Denise's nipples. He teased them erect, then kissed and sucked on them.
His mouth widened when he yawned. It formed a big black hole that momentatily occupied half his face. He shut his mouth and rubbed his eyes sleepily.
"Long day," he said. "Busy day. I'm going to knock off and get some sleep."
He tucked his gun under the bed, so that it would be within easy reach if he should need it. Then he kissed Denise goodnight and rolled over on his side.
In a few minutes, he was fast asleep and snoring softly. When Susan looked up for an instant, Denise put her hand on the top of her blonde head and pushed her face back down into her cunt.
Finally, Denise yawned and stretched. "Time to go beddy-bye," she said. "You can come up for air now, my little golden-haired slave."
Susan lifted up her head. Her jaw was sore and throbbed with pain. Her face was smeared and sticky from her eyebrows to her chin.
She crawled between Callan and Denise. Denise re-tied her hands, but not tightly enough to cut off her circulation. She tied them in front of her.
Denise rummaged through the bureau and dresser drawers until she found a ball of twine. She wrapped some of the twine around Susan's back.
She then wrapped twine around each of Susan's breasts along the undersides of them. Then she made a loop at the free end and slipped it over her thumb.
When Susan was secured, Denise embraced her. Susan had many questions to ask her, but Denise silenced her by kissing her.
Denise French kissed her for about a half-hour. She played with Susan's nipples and rubbed her pussy, but not enough to bring her to orgasm.
It was all very relaxed and somehow sweet, and if it hadn't been for the terrifying circumstances of her captivity, Susan thought that she would have enjoyed very much.
Denise said, more to herself than Susan, "Whatever are we going to do with you, missy?" She sighed. "It's a problem. Oh well, I'll sleep on it. I'm sure that an answer will come to me in the morning."
Denise reached out to the night table and flicked off the bedside lamp. The room was plunged into darkness.
Denise soon fell asleep. Callan continued to snore. Susan was wide awake, however. She lay on her back with her eyes open.
After what seemed like an hour, she closed her eyes and tried to force herself to go to sleep.
She was in the most dangerous predicament of her life, and she knew that she would need to be well-rested so that she would have all her wits about her come morning.
The only trouble was, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't fall asleep. She was as wide awake as though she had drunk a gallon of black coffee.
A long, long time went by. She listened to the rhythms of Callan's snoring and Denise's slow, heavy breathing.
Susan had continued to lie awake in the dark until three o'clock. Then she stirred fitfully. She realized that she had to cope with an embarrassing problem.
It was a trivial thing, really, particularly after the sexual abuse and violations that she had been subjected to since she came home.
She stirred slightly. Callan and Denise seemed to be sleeping soundly. Susan wondered what her chances of escape were.
She wasn't seriously considering it, of course, but it took her mind off her immediate problem.
To escape, she would have to jump up, breaking the twine and waking Denise and Callan. She would have to unlock and open the bedroom door, run across the darkened living room, unlock and unchain the front door, and run out into the night.
Her chances of escape were minimal.
Without moving an inch, Denise asked in a clear but quiet voice, "What are you doing, Susan?"
Susan gasped. She had been certain that the redhead was fast asleep!
Well, there was no way out of it but to admit what it was that was troubling her. Susan murmured unhappily, "I have to go to the bathroom."
"Damn!" Denise swore softly. "Oh well, when you've got to go, you've got to go. Okay, get up."
Denise flicked on the bedside lamp. The sudden light hurt Susan's eyes. Callan cursed and covered his eyes with his arm.
He said, "What's going on?"
Denise said, "The little lady has to answer the call of nature."
"Is that all?" Callan swore again. "Just hurry up and shut off the fucking light, okay?"
Susan and Denise crosse the room. Denise's face was puffy with sleep, and her eyes were hard slits. She turned on the hall light, and Callan shut off the bedside lamp.
They went into the bathroom. Denise closed and locked the door. Susan stared at her.
Denise said, "What are you waiting for?"
Susan was red-faced with embarrassment. "You-you aren't going to stay in here while I do it, are you?"
"No," Denise said sarcastically, "I'm going to stand outside so that you can lock the door and climb out of the window and get away."
"I swear that I won't try to escape. I swear it."
"You're god-damned right you won't escape," Denise said. "Now, go on and take care of your business. And make it fast, before I give you an ass-whipping for waking me up."
Susan's bound hands lifted the white toilet seat lid. She sat down on the seat. It felt cool against the cheeks of her bottom.
Susan was close to tears from the sheer embarrassment of it all. She hung her head and stared at her toes.
Denise opened the medicine chest and began rummaging through it. She said, "Do you have any drugs, honey? Any uppers or downers?"
"I don't do drugs or anything like that," Susan said in a quiet little voice.
"Well, isn't that nice!" Denise's smile was twisted. "I'm sure that your good conduct medal is in the mail."
She took out a green plastic container and smiled knowingly. "Here's one pill that you take every day-birth control pills, ha ha!"
She said to Susan, "Christ, aren't you done yet? Come on, I haven't got all night, for God's sake!"
In a voice choked by embarrassment, Susan said, "I'll be done soon. It's just that I can't do it when somebody else is in the room!"
"Too bad, baby," Denise sneered.
Susan concentrated on relaxing her bladder. Finally, she was able to urinate, and there was the tinkling sound of her fluid splashing in the bowl.
"Hallelujah!" Denise said.
She started going through a small closet in the bathroom. It was filled with neatly folded towels and wash cloths that smelled of a faint, flowery, pleasant scent.
Spying something in the rear of the closet, Denise pushed aside some towels to get at it. She said, "What have we here?"
She pulled her prize out into the open. It was a red rubber enema bag with a white plastic tube and a long, thick nozzle at one end.
Smiling evilly, Denise pinched Susan's cheek and said, "Susan, you little sly boots! What are you doing with this, baby?!"
Susan's face was red and heated. She mumbled, "Uh, my mother-in-law-that is, my ex-husband's mother-she gave it to me when I had the flu."
Denise said, "It doesn't look like it's ever been used."
Susan said, "No, it hasn't. I-I don't use things like that."
Denise said, grinning wickedly, "You're going to use it now, missy!"
Susan groaned. "Oh, no! You wouldn't!"
"Of course I would," Denise said. "I would, and I will. I'm not going to have you disturbing my sleep again because you have to go to the bathroom! I'm going to clean you out good and proper right now! Now, finish up what you're doing."
Susan said, "My hands-they're tied, and I, uh, I can't reach down to wipe myself."
"That's no problem," Denise said, "I'll do it myself. Raise your bottom. That's a good girl."
Denise took some toilet tissue and wiped Susan's pussy.
Susan had never known humiliation like this. Being taken across a lap and spanked made her feel like a little girl, but being treated like this made her feel like an infant! And the worse was yet to come!
Denise flushed the toilet. She put down the lid and forced Susan to sit on it. She turned the taps of the sink and adjusted the water temperature until it was warm, but not too warm.
Denise went through the medicine chest until she found a neat blue box of soap flakes. She filled the enema bag with hot, soapy water, until it was straining at its rubber seams.
Susan whined, "Please, Denise, you don't have to do this to me! I don't need it, really I don't!"
"I think you do!" Denise said. "You're getting very naughty, missy. I believe that I'll have to give you a spanking to remind you who's in charge here!"
Denise had Susan stand up. Denise sat down on the toilet seat lid, and roughly and rudely pulled Susan across her lap.
Gripping Susan tightly around the waist, Denise raised her heavy hand and spanked Susan's lushly curved bottom again and again.
The sound of the smacks hitting bare flesh echoed against the tiled walls of the small bathroom.
Susan whined and started to cry. Soon she was begging for mercy as Denise's hard-hitting swats landed on target.
Denise didn't stop until she had beaten Susan's buttocks cherry-red. Before this, much of the soreness of her spankings had gone away, but now Susan's bottom ached worse than ever.
Denise snarled, "The next time you give me any trouble, missy, I'll take the strap to your bare ass, instead of my hand!"
Susan sniffled and wiped the tears from her green eyes. She whimpered, "I'm sorry, Denise. Please don't spank me anymore."
"I'm through spanking you for now," Denise said. "It's time for your enema!"
Susan's resistance was thoroughly broken. Denise made Susan he face down over the edge of the big, porcelain bathtub, so that her belly was folded over the edge, her upper body was hanging in the tub, her rounded ass was facing Denise, and her knees and shins were planted on the tiled floor.
Denise patted the plump white bottom. "You're a big girl, Susan, and a very naughty one, so I filled the enema bag all the way to the top for you! Wasn't that considerate of me?"
Denise reached into the medicine chest and took out a jar of petroleum jelly. She unscrewed the metal cap and placed it on the top of the sink.
She dipped her fingers in the oily white goo and scooped out a fat dollop of it. She bent over and parted Susan's buttocks.
Susan gasped as she felt Denise's fingers poking at her anus. Denise smeared the lubricant in the crack of her behind, and lavished an extra amount on Susan's tight little brown-ringed anus.
When Susan was thoroughly greased, Denise turned her attention to the nozzle. She said, "Damn, this is one large nozzle! It's almost as big as a fucking dildo!"
The white plastic nozzle was six inches long, and quite thick. Denise smeared it with a gleaming coat of lubricating jelly.
She hung the enema bag up on a hook on the wall. She said, "Here it comes, little Susie, so don't you try to fight it or I'll have to beat your butt again!"
Denise's fingers pried the soft buttocks apart and exposed the anus. She placed the tip of the nozzle against the puckered brown ring.
Susan gasped as the long nozzle penetrated her. Totally lubricated, it stretched the sphincter and glided deep inside her.
Denise released Susan's buttocks. They pressed against the nozzle, covering that small part of it which wasn't planted deep in her bottom. The white tube rose out of her behind and up to the bottom of the red rubber bag.
Denise opened the catheter. Warm, soapy water gurgled down the tube and into Susan. The lovely blonde girl moaned and wriggled as the cleansing fluid filled her.
Denise was wide awake by this time, and certainly in no hurry to go back to bed. She was having too much fun here!
She filled up Susan very slowly arid teasingly, and often paused to shut off the water flow and let Susan adjust to it for a moment before letting the water start to flow again.
Finally, after some time had passed, the last of the fluid had gurgled down the tube and into Susan. Susan's ordinarily flat belly was bloated and bulging. Denise massaged her stomach when she moaningly complained about painful cramps.
Denise removed the enema nozzle. Susan mistakenly thought that her torment was over, but Denise hadn't finished with her yet!
Denise sat on the toilet seat lid and ignored Susan's tearful pleas. She opened her legs and forced susan to her knees on the tiled floor.
Denise rested her hands on her hips and contemptously stared down at the moaning, cringing blonde girl.
Denise glowed with pride, power, and lust. A twisted smile played over her face. Obviously she was loving every instant of the humiliating torment that she was inflicting on Susan.
Susan leaned forward and clutched her distended tummy. She groaned, "Please, Denise, I have to go so badly! I'm afraid that I'm going to have an accident right on the floor!"
"You better not," Denise said grimly. "If you do, I'll make you lick it up, you little blonde cunt!"
"Why are you so mean and hateful to me, Denise?" Susan asked tearfully. "I've done everything that you told me to do. I've been good, haven't I?"
Denise's harsh expression softened slightly. She patted Susan on the top of her head, like a master with a loyal but confused dog.
Denise said, "You've been a good little girl, but that's not enough, Susan. It pleases me to make you suffer and show you who's boss. It's pleasing me right now, in fact!"
Susan's face scrunched up in an expression of pain. She bit her lip until it turned white. It was a moment before she was able to speak again.
She said, 'The cramps really hurt, Denise! Please don't do this to me!"
Denise said, "Before I permit you to relieve yourself, slave, you have to do something for me. You have to eat my pussy and make me come!"
Susan stared up at her, her eyes pleading. Denise said, "The sooner you get started, the sooner you'll make me come. And I wouldn't wait too long, if I was you. Now get to it, and let's have no more of your whining!"
Realizing that there was nothing that she could say to make Denise change her mind, Susan inched closer to her and put her face against the redhead's pussy.
Susan's long pink tongue glided out of her mouth and lanced into Denise's cunt. She licked upward and searched out the clitoris. By this time, she had no trouble finding it.
Susan's tongue flicked over the clitoris. It moved as rapidly as a snake's tongue and virtually flew over the fleshy pleasure button.
Denise giggled. "Whoa, missy, slow down! I know that you're in a hurry, but this is too fast, even for me!"
Although all her nerves were screaming for Susan to hurry, she forced herself to slow down and lick Denise in an artful, loving manner.
Susan's face was turning purple from the strain of holding herself in. Her tongue danced over Denise's clitoris.
Denise's tautly tensed body relaxed as pleasure began to flow through her. She held her nipples and pinched them erect and played with them while Susan ate her.
After five minutes, Susan stopped licking Denise's pussy. Denise opened her heavy-lidded eyes and looked down with surprise.
Tears streamed down Susan's face. She said, "I don't care what you're going to do to me, Denise. If you don't let me go now, I'm going to do it on the floor. Please, I'm begging you!"
Denise smiled and ruffled Susan's hair. She said, "What I should do is whip the hell out of you, missy, and maybe I'll do that later. But you really are trying your best to be a good little slave, so I guess that just this once I can give you a break."
Susan managed to thank her between broken sobs. Denise stood up. Susan threw back the lid and sat down on the toilet and relieved herself.
Denise watched her, but Susan was beyond any embarrassment by now. Denise leaned against the wall and put her fingers into her pussy and fondled it.
When Susan was finished, Denise cleaned her off. She plugged up the stopper of the bathtub and filled it with hot water.
She told Susan to get in the tub. Susan stared at her. Denise said, "What are you waiting for? Don't you want a bath?"
"Well, yes, I do," Susan said. She tested the water with her big toe. It felt delightfully warm. She stepped into the tub and lowered herself into the water.
It seemed to soak away her troubles. She forgot all her fears and humiliations and let the water soothe and comfort her.
Denise joined her in the tub. She climbed in and sat behind Susan with her legs open and Susan sitting between them.
Denise murmured, "Isn't this nice?"
"Yes, it is," Susan said softly, "very much.
Denise said, "I want you to be all clean and fresh for tomorrow."
"Why? What's going to happen tomorrow?"
"You'll see," Denise said teasingly. She took a bar of soap out of its holder and used it to lather up a wash cloth.
She washed Susan. She lathered up the blonde girl's breasts until they were sleek and oiled. Sitting behind her, Denise fondled the soapy, slippery breasts until the nipples became hard and pointed.
Then, she washed and scrubbed Susan's back. She rinsed Susan's back and breasts. She had Susan kneel in the tub, facing her.
Denise rubbed the bar of soap in her hands until they were filled with lather. Then she rubbed the frothy white soap into Susan's golden-brown pubic bush.
Taking her time, and enjoying every second of it, Denise washed Susan's pussy inside and out. Her fingers slid through the soap and rubbed Susan's clitoris.
Susan closed her eyes and tilted her head. Her breasts jiggled softly as she took slow, deep breaths.
Denise fondled the blonde girl's clitoris until Susan shuddered with an orgasm. Susan leaned against the edge of the tub and gave a prolonged, pleasure-laden sigh.
Denise said, "That was good to you, wasn't it, baby?"
"Oh yes," Susan said dreamily. "I feel so relaxed, like I haven't got a bone in my body."
Denise rinsed off Susan's pussy, washing every frothy bit of lather from her pussy lips and her pubic bush. The inside of her cunt was a bright, healthy pink color.
Denise had Susan raise her bottom out of the water so she could wash it. She lathered up the rounded white buttocks, and scrubbed between them.
Denise poked the edge of the wash cloth inside Susan's anus and twirled it around. Susan's eyes widened and she went, "Ooooooooooh!"
Denise smiled at her reaction. She rinsed off the girl's bottom. Susan said, "Let me wash you, Denise. That's what slaves are for."
Denise pulled Susan to her and kissed her on the mouth. She said, "That's very sweet, but I'd have to untie your hands for you to do that, and I don't think that I should take the risk."
Susan pouted, "I won't try to get away or anything, Denise. Honest."
Denise patted her cheek. "I'm sure you won't, but I just can't take the chance. Callan would kill me if you got away. I mean, literally kill me!"
Saying that it was time to get out of the tub, Denise pulled the stopper. The bath water spiraled into a tiny whirlpool as it was sucked out of the drain.
Denise stepped out of the tub, and took Susan by the arm to assist her in getting out. Denise toweled her dry, and then dried herself.
There was a terry cloth robe in the closet where the towels were. Denise removed the cloth sash that was meant to hold the robe closed.
She said, "I better get that wet rope off you, Susan. Otherwise, it'll shrink when it dries, and hurt like hell."
Susan sat on the edge of the tub. Her warm buttocks pressed against the cool porcelain. Denise bent forward and picked at the knotted rope.
She said, "I'm counting on you to have enough sense not to do anything stupid when your hands are free, Susan."
The knot came undone, and Denise pulled the rope off Susan's wrists. Susan rubbed her forearms to ease some of the soreness.
Denise said, "Put your hands together like they were before, honey." Susan immediately obeyed her. Denise tied her hands together with the cloth sash.
When she finished securing the knots, she said, "There, Susan, that should be a lot more comfortable than the rope!"
"Oh, yes, it is," Susan agreed. "You see, Denise? I didn't try to get away or anything. You can trust me."
A thoughtful expression came over the redhead's face. "Maybe I can, maybe I can."
They exited the bathroom. Denise turned out the light, and led Susan into the living room. She said, "Well stay in here for a while. Callan needs his sleep, and I don't want to disturb him."
Susan said, "If you don't mind my asking, what is he to you? Is he your boyfriend, or your husband, or what?"
"He's more important than that to me," Denise said. "He's my partner. My partner in crime, and in sex. And Callan is an expert at both."
"How did you ever get into robbing banks?"
"They wouldn't give me a loan," Denise said. She crossed the room and got the canvas sack with the money in it and brought it over to Susan.
Denise reached in the bag and pulled out two handfuls of bills. Her eyes glittered like diamonds. "Look at it," she said, "all this beautiful money! I love it!"
Denise lifted a banded stack of hundred dollar bills to her nose and inhaled deeply. "It smells sweeter than any perfume. It's sex and power and everything rolled into one."
Denise put her hand between Susan's legs. She said, "Well, maybe I can think of one thing that smells even sweeter than money."
Susan blushed.
Denise tore open the orange paper band which held the greenbacks together. She stretched out on the sofa on her back.
She took a bill and placed it on her breast. She repeated the process until her upper body was covered with cash from the waist up.
She spread her legs. She crooked her finger and beckoned Susan to her. "Come here, honey. You know what I want."
Susan got on the cushions and knelt between Denise's legs. Some of the paper bills fluttered to the carpet like autumn leaves.
Placing her bound hands in front of her, Susan lowered her head until her lips brushed against Denise's pussy lips.
Both Susan's and Denise's nude bodies were pink and gleaming from the bath that they had taken. Denise's pubic hair was still damp.
Susan extended her tongue and circled Denise's clitoris with the pointed tip. The redhead's satin-smooth thighs rubbed against Susan's shoulders and arms.
Denise sighed and settled in for a long session as Susan began to eat her pussy. While Susan was tonguing her, Denise rubbed the crisp, crackling, brand-new hundred-dollar bills against her breasts and belly.
Susan licked Denise to orgasm. She rested her head against Denise's polished thighs and fell asleep.
Denise gently shook her awake and told her they would have to go into the bedroom. When Denise stood up, all the bills that had been covering her fluttered to the floor.
She said, "Fuck it, I'll pick them up tomorrow."
She slipped her strong arm around Susan's waist, and led her into the bedroom. Callan was lying on his back with his arm still covering his eyes.
He said, "Have fun?"
"You better believe it," Denise said.
"How's the girl working out?"
"Very well," Denise said. "Susan's turning out to be even more submissive than I expected. She's a natural born slave, Callan."
"Good," he said. "That could save us from a lot of messy complications. Especially when we have to leave here tomorrow. But we'll talk about that in the morning."
"Not now," Callan said, "I'm too tired. You did good today, Denise. You were looking real professional driving that getaway car."
"You were looking pretty good yourself, man," she said. "We scored big today, huh?"
"You bet your ass," Callan grunted. "Well, good night."
"Good night," Denise said.
Callan rolled over on his side. Denise embraced Susan. She ran her hands up and down the girl's body in the dark.
Susan parted her thighs. Denise touched her pussy. Susan gasped softly as Denise slipped her finger between her cunt lips.
Denise said, "Scoring the cash from the bank was sweet, real sweet. But scoring you, Susan, is maybe even sweeter, you adorable little honey!"
Susan moved her head so that her lips were close to Denise's ear. She whispered, "Denise?"
"What is it, baby doll?"
Susan was rather breathless from Denise's fingers gently manipulating her pearly clitoris. Her words came out in a faint gasp.
Susan said, "When tomorrow comes, and the roadblocks are down, and you can leave Palmerstown-what are you going to do with me?"
Denise chuckled throatily. "Don't worry about it, Susie. Nothing's going to happen to you, I promise. Denise isn't going to hurt you, and she isn't going to let anyone else hurt you, either. Now you stop worrying, and go to sleep."
Denise pulled Susan to her bosom. The soft mounds of warm flesh enveloped Susan's face. Susan stuck out her tongue and licked a breast.
Denise cupped her breast and fed the nipple into Susan's hungry mouth. Susan sucked at it greedily. She fell asleep with the breast in her mouth and Denise's finger buried in her pussy.
Dawn came. Susan was wakened by someone shaking her shoulder. For a moment, she was disoriented, and couldn't remember where she was, or what had happened to her.
She raised her hands to her eyes .to rub the sleep from them, and saw that her wrists were bound with the cloth sash.
Memory returned in a flood, and she instantly came awake, all thoughts of sleep forgotten.
Callan was shaking her shoulder. Sometime during the night, Denise's breast had worked free of Susan's mouth, and the redhead's fingers were no longer lodged in her cunt.
Denise was still sleeping. Susan looked over at Callan. "I'm awake," she whispered.
Callan said, "I woke up with a hard-on. Do something about it."
Susan didn't bat an eyelash. Her inhibitions and strict moral principles were as dead as the dinosaurs.
She said, "Do you want to fuck me, or do you want me to take it in my mouth?"
Callan chuckled. "You catch on fast, don't you, little girl? Denise said that you were a quick study. Well, you can start by taking me in your mouth, now that you mention it."
The sheet was bulging in the place over Callan's groin. Susan sat up and pulled down the sheet. The bulge had been caused by Callan's erect cock.
Susan licked her lips, moistening them. She lowered her head, causing masses of blonde hair to tumble over her face.
Her hands were a bit stiff from being tied all night. She asked Callan if she could please be untied.
Callan said, "I don't see why the hell not." His strong fingers picked apart the knot and the cloth sash dropped clear of her wrists.
Susan rubbed her forearms. "Thank you."
Callan said, "You know how you can demonstrate your gratitude."
Susan wrapped her soft lips around the head of his cock. Her tongue twirled around it, licking and sucking and slurping on it.
Callan said, "You're getting better and better at this."
Susan bent over him and took as much of his thick shaft in her mouth as she could accept without gagging.
She held the base of his member. She rubbed the rod against the inside of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth.
She sucked on him for about five minutes. Then Callan said, "Enough. Climb on top of me and take my dick in your pussy."
Callan licked his hand, coating it with saliva. He smeared it between Susan's legs. Susan straddled him so that her folded legs pressed against his thighs and her pussy was poised over his cock.
Gripping his cock, Susan aimed it between her pussy lips. She lowered herself on to the fleshy pole.
The stiff cock disappeared inside her cunt. Susan moaned as the hard, thick member filled the inside of her.
She sighed as she took Callan's cock all the way inside her. He pulled her upper body down to him so that he could lick and suck her breasts while they fucked.
Susan rocked her hips back and forth. She felt like a horsewoman riding a wild stallion. Callan pumped his cock in and out of her. His clenched buttock left the mattress on every upward thrust that he took.
Callan reached behind her and tightly gripped her bottom. Susan rocked back and forth, up and down.
She couldn't help but be shocked when Callan parted her buttocks and slipped his finger inside her anus.
She was even more surprised to find that it was a stimulating sensation that made her even hotter and more active.
It felt good to have her pussy and her ass penetrated at the same time! So good! Susan wished that Denise was joining them. Denise could put her breast in Susan's mouth and then all three of Susan's orifices could be filled at the same time.
Callan pushed his finger into the tight-packed bottom. The tender membranes gripped his finger. He wriggled it gently, driving Susan wild.
Susan's lungs heaved as she took great gulping breaths. Her long blonde hair whipped back and forth on her back, and over her breasts.
Callan pulled her hips close to him, and thrust his cock upward in her. His lips clamped down on her nipple.
Come erupted upward from his cock and spewed inside Susan's pussy. Susan shivered and shuddered. She was on the edge of orgasm.
Callan worked his finger around in her bottom. At the same time, he reached under her, and stroked her clitoris.
That pushed her clear over the edge. Susan cried out as an orgasm gripped her and rattled her around like dice in a cup.
She collapsed on Callan's hairy, muscular chest. He held her until her trembling had stopped.
Denise opened her eyes and looked at Callan. She said, "Good morning."
"It sure as hell is!" Callan chuckled.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Once again, Callan and Denise refused to allow Susan to put on any clothes, so the blonde girl was forced to remain naked.
The shades and curtains on every window in the small house had been pulled down, so that there would no chance for an observant neighbor to spy Susan walking around in the nude.
Susan's ankles were hobbled with an eighteen-inch length of rope. A similar rope was attached to her wrists.
Susan was glad of that. At least it permitted her some freedom of movement. The cord binding her wrists was about a foot-and-a-half in length.
She was always under the watchful eyes of either Callan or Denise, and never left alone for a second.
Susan put on her ruffled apron and made breakfast for the three of them. The kitchen was filled with the aromas of fried eggs and sizzling bacon and coffee.
After Susan poured the coffee, Denise pushed back her chair and stood up. She was wearing a black bra and a pair of black silk panties.
She stepped out of the panties and sat back down at the table. She ordered Susan to get under the table and eat her pussy.
Susan got on her hands and knees and crawled under the table. Denise opened her legs. Susan went to her and rested her chin on the seat of the chair and pressed her face against the redhead's pussy.
Cool as a cucumber, Denise calmly sipped her second cup of coffee while Susan slurped and licked her fleshy clitoris.
By the time that Denise had swallowed the last dregs of the brew, she was no longer quite so composed.
She shifted her bottom from side to side on the chair, and often flexed her thighs and curled her toes. Susan's mouthwork was getting to her.
Denise was trying to conduct a conversation with Callan, but she kept finding it harder and harder to talk, and she continually interrupted herself with prolonged sighs.
Finally, she stopped talking altogether, and gave herself up to the hot pleasure of Susan's warm mouth and gifted tongue probing her pussy.
When she came, Denise was holding a napkin. As her orgasm took her, she crumpled it into a little ball in her fist and squeezed down hard on it.
She shivered with release. Her muscles relaxed. Her eyes were glazed and heavy-lidded. She let go of the crumpled napkin, and it dropped to the floor.
When she had recovered her breath enough to be able to speak, Denise told Susan that she could come out from under the table.
Susan's face was wet. She licked her lips as she cleared the table of dirty dishes and put them in the sink.
Denise went in the other room to look at the morning news broadcasts on TV. Callan stayed in the kitchen, watching Susan.
Every time that she moved, her apron lifted slightly, exposing teasing and tantalizing glimpses of her curly pubic bush and her pussy lips.
Her buttocks jiggled as she shifted her weight from side to side while she stood in front of the sink washing the dishes.
Callan's hard eyes were bright and shining as he watched her. His cock stirred inside his pants, and quivered with life.
It uncoiled like a snake, lengthened, and became stiff. It thrust up against the crotch of his trousers.
He stood up and went over to Susan. He said, "Stop washing the dishes. I've got something better for you to do."
He took her by the arm and led her away from the sink. She had to take halting, little girl steps as a result of her hobble.
There was a waist-high counter near the table which was used to set serving dishes and other kitchen utensils on.
Callan cleared off the counter with one sweep of his massive arm. Various items clattered to the linoleum floor.
He said, "Bend forward." He thought about fucking Susan in her ass, but that would have been too much like work this early in the morning, since he knew that she was a virgin in her behind. Besides, he just wanted a quickie.
Keeping her feet on the floor, Susan bent forward from the waist until her upper body was lying across the counter.
She stuck her bound arms out in front of her. Her breasts flattened against the counter's formica top. It felt cool and slick against her flesh.
She rested her head on the side of her face. Her arms pressed on either side of her. The position that she was in caused her buttocks to thrust out.
Callan stood behind her. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants and pulled down his zipper. His trousers dropped around his knees. He wasn't wearing underpants.
Callan reached between her legs. Her pussy hair was soft and smooth against his hands. He said, "Spread your legs wider, girl."
Susan did as she was told. She was getting very good at doing what she was told. It was good to be told what to do.
She moved her feet apart, spreading her legs. Callan stuck his finger in her pussy. She was tight and dry. She grunted as he penetrated her.
Callan kept his finger inside her. With his other hand, he gently massaged her clitoris. The longer he massaged her, the more tension went out of her body, and the wetter her pussy got.
Callan let his cock rest between her buttocks. The contact with the soft, buttery flesh kept his member stiff and hard.
Susan breathed deeply. She began to sigh at the end of every breath. Her pussy had become very wet.
Callan withdrew his finger from her pussy. It shone with juices. He sucked on it and loved the way that it tasted.
Susan shivered when she felt the head of Callan's cock poking her soft parts. Callan rubbed some saliva on the head.
It entered Susan with no difficulty. When he had the head of his cock safely and securely inside her, he gripped her hips.
He pushed forward. His cock stretched open her pussy lips as it penetrated her. Callan entered her in one smooth, swift thrust.
Then he was deep inside her. He rocked back and forth, shoving his cock in and out. His swollen balls slapped against her buttocks.
Susan wriggled her behind while he fucked her. Callan was entranced by that pair of plump white buttocks jiggling in front of him.
He stuck his finger in his mouth and wet it. He parted Susan's bottom cheeks and smeared saliva around and in her anus.
He stuck his finger into her anus. Susan moaned and wriggled her bottom even more enthusiastically. Callan kept his finger in her ass while he fucked her.
Denise stood in the doorway and watched them with an amused smile on her face. The only thing that she was wearing was her bra.
She went over to Callan and knelt behind him. She caressed his hairy thighs. She parted his tightly clenched buttocks.
She pressed her face into the cleft of his ass. She stuck out her tongue and -rimmed his asshole. Callan's fucking of Susan got even wilder.
Denise inserted her tongue into Callan's anus. He groaned with pleasure and bit his Up.
Denise reached around in front of him and fondled his balls very gently. After less than a minute of her manipulations, Callan rammed Ins cock deep into Susan and came.
His muscles contracted and he rose up on his toes as semen jetted from the heated tip of his cock.
His chest rose and fell with heavy breathing. Denise stroked his thighs. After a moment, he pulled his cock out of Susan.
Denise took his cock in her hand and gave it a loving squeeze. Callan put his hands under her arms and lifted her effortlessly to her feet.
He bent forward and kissed her forehead. Denise said, "What's the matter, man? You chicken to kiss me on the mouth?"
Callan crushed his lips against hers and forced his tongue into her mouth for a kiss that left her pale, trembling, and breathless.
Susan sighed and slowly straightened up. The sudden rush of blood to her head gave her a few seconds of dizziness which quickly passed.
Her hair tumbled down and partially veiled her breasts. She opened her mouth and yawned. She said, "I'm sleepy. Could I please lie down for a little while?"
Callan and Denise looked at each other. Denise said, "Why not?" and Callan shrugged and said, "It's okay by me."
Denise said, "Yes, you can take a little nap, Susan. But don't think that you're going to get out of cleaning those dirty dishes. If you don't do them later, I'll have to spank you."
"Oh, I'll do them, I promise," Susan murmured.
Denise undid the ribbon of Susan's apron, which was tied in a bow at the small of her back. She took off the apron and tossed it on the counter top.
Denise put on her black panties. She took Susan by the arm and led her into the living room. Susan shuffled slowly along, taking the small steps that her hobbled ankles forced her to take.
Callan stared after the two of them. He caught himself smiling fondly, and scowled. He said to himself, "Hell, I must be going soft."
He pulled up his pants and zipped up his zipper and buckled his belt. He felt good, damned good. He slung on his shoulder holster. The weight of his .45 hanging along his side was comforting.
Denise sat down on the couch. Susan lay down with her head in Denise's lap. Denise smoothed back the blonde girl's hair and caressed her.
Susan's eyelids fluttered. She closed them, and almost immediately fell fast asleep. She had strange dreams, but when she woke up later, she couldn't remember them. All she could remember was that they were strange.
A ringing doorbell woke her up.
Susan opened her eyes and started to sit up. Denise clapped her hand over the startled girl's mouth.
Denise hissed, "For God's sake, if you want to stay alive, keep your mouth shut!"
Susan's heart beat furiously against the walls of her chest. Her fearful eyes bulged and she felt sick to her stomach.
Callan was flattened out against the wall in a posture of deadly readiness. His .45 automatic was in his hand.
He lifted the corner of the curtain and looked out at the front steps. He could see whoever was out there, but they couldn't see him.
Denise whispered, "Who is it?"
Callan let the curtain drop. Susan heard the sound of footsteps going away from the house.
Callan slipped his pistol back in its holster. He laughed with relief. "We got all worked up over nothing. That was only the postman dropping off the mail. Funny, eh?"
Denise relaxed her grip on Susan's mouth and let her fingers slip away from it. She said, "That had me worried there for a minute."
Callan said, "Relax. This is the perfect hideout. Nobody could find us here in a million years."
Denise said, "You didn't seem so relaxed yourself, man."
Callan said, "That's caution, honey, caution. Why don't you get us a drink so we can unwind?"
"I'll get it," Susan volunteered.
Denise went with her. Susan showed her where she kept her minimal store of alcohol for entertaining guests.
There were two dusty bottles of wine, and three-quarters of a bottle of vodka. Denise took the vodka.
She mixed hers with orange juice, but Callan drank his straight, over ice. Denise told Susan to come sit on her lap.
Susan perched on the redhead's lap. She wrapped her arms around Denise's neck. Her bare bottom rested on Denise's naked thighs.
Denise offered her some of her drink. Susan declined, saying that she didn't take alcohol.
Denise ordered her to drink some. Susan sipped the drink and made a face. She said, "It's bitter," but then she added, "It makes me feel all warm inside."
Denise and Callan started talking. Apparently they had a third partner, the hidden mastermind who had planned the bank job. They were expecting the mysterious brains of the operation to come to Susan's house to collect a third of the take.
A half-hour went by. Denise amused herself by forcing Susan to lie down in the middle of the carpeted floor and masturbate.
Susan was shy and uncomfortable at first, but the threat of a spanking made her do what she had been ordered to do.
Her fingers slid between her pussy lips and rubbed her clitoris, exciting her. The more she rubbed, the less inhibitited she became.
Soon her face was red and flushed and she was moaning and writhing on the floor. Her fingers were a blur of motion as they flew over her pussy.
She was so stimulated and carried away that at first she didn't notice the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.
She was rudely jerked out of her world of erotic fantasy by Callan, who grabbed her arm arid yanked her to her feet.
She was so startled that she opened her mouth to cry out involuntarily. Callan was quicker, and clapped his bear-like paw of a hand over her, stifling her outcry.
He circled her waist with his arm and lifted her bodily off her feet and carried her into the kitchen.
Denise found her little snub-nosed revolver and hid it behind her back and waited by the door.
In the driveway there was the sound of a car door opening, then slamming shut. It was followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the house.
Heels click-clacked on the pavement of the walk leading to the front door. Somebody climbed the stone steps.
The doorbell rang.
Callan held Susan tightly, so that she was unable to move or cry out. His groin rubbed against her bare buttocks.
Maybe it was the tension of the moment, or maybe it was just that Callan was one horny bastard, but Susan could feel his cock harden and grow as it pressed against her soft bottom flesh.
The doorbell rang again. Denise opened the curtain a sliver and peeked outside. Holding the gun out of sight, she unlocked the door and opened it.
Susan's blood turned to ice water in her veins when she heard a woman's voice pleasantly inquire, "Good afternoon. Is Susan Roth at home?"
Susan immediately recognized the voice. It was Gail Berger!
Susan struggled vainly against Callan. She tried to break free, or at least to be able to shout a warning telling Gail to run.
It didn't happen. Susan was as helpless in Callan's arms as a ten year old girl would have been.
She could have wept with helpless frustration. She heard Denise say sweetly, "Why, yes, Susan is at home. Won't you come in, please?"
"Thank you," Gail said.
Gail stepped into the living room. Denise closed the door behind her and locked it. Susan felt sick with terror.
Callan released her and gave her a shove. Susan lurched into the living room, tripped on her hobble, and fell sprawling at Gail's feet.
Susan shouted, "Run, Gail, run!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Callan walked into the room, a broad smile creasing his hard, cynical face.
Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Susan felt a strange sense of dislocation, as though she were in some kind of waking dream.
Gail looked down at her. She was wearing a red silk blouse, a tight black skirt, and high-heeled shoes. She carried a large, sack-like black pocketbook.
She wasn't in the least bit surprised to see Susan lying naked at her feet, with her arms and ankles tethered by ropes.
Gail smiled warmly, as though she were at a library council tea. She said, "Good morning, Susan."
Susan stammered, "These-these are the bank robbers!"
"Yes, I know," Gail said.
Susan stared at her in disbelief. "Oh my God, has the whole world gone insane? I'm not making this up, Gail! This isn't some kind of practical joke! It's really happening!"
"I should hope so," Gail said. She turned to face Callan and Denise. She said, "Have you got my share of the loot?"
"Hell, yeah," Callan said. "We've been waiting for you to show so we can split the cash and clear out of this dump town."
Susan's world came crashing down around her. "Good God! Gail-it's you! You were the mastermind!"
Gail bowed like an actor taking a curtain call. "Guilty as charged."
Denise said, "Listen, Gail. The TV newsmen have been putting out a line of bull about how we heisted thirty-five grand from the bank."
"We only got twenty-seven grand," Callan added. "So don't think that we're holding out on you.
Gail said, "Don't worry, I know all about it. There wasn't that much money in the National Bank. Millard was trying to get cute. That was stupid of him. Now I have something on him."
Denise said hastily, "We don't want you to think that we're trying to cheat you out of your share, that's all."
Gail reassuringly patted the redhead's cheek. "I know that you wouldn't be so foolish as to try and do that, my dear."
Susan sobbed, "Gail, how could you? How could you?"
"It was easy, darling," Gail said. "Surely you don't think that a person of my intelligence and ambition would be content to be the director of a library, do you? I have expensive tastes, my pet. Jewels, travel, fine wine, and pretty little blonde toys like youall the things that make life worth living. And that costs money."
"It was easy to turn my keen intelligence to crime," Gail continued. "I know this town inside and out. Why, I even went to the trouble of taking that dreary bank president as a lover, just so I could get the inside layout of the place. And now I'm ready to collect the fruit of my labors."
Callan got the bag of money and upended it over the coffee table, spilling the stacks of greenbacks out on it.
Gail said, "Come, sit on my lap, Susan. Come to Mommy, dear."
As confused as Susan was this amazing turnabout, she knew enough to obey the voice of authority.
She went over to Gail. Gail hiked up her skirt. She was wearing dark nylon stockings supported by fat, frilly garters.
She pulled Susan down on her lap and put an arm around her waist. Susan's bare bottom rested against the sheer, sleek stockings. Her flesh tingled from the sensuous contact.
While Callan counted out the money, Gail fondled Susan's breasts. Gail said, "How have you been treating my little pet?"
Callan looked up from the money and chuckled. "We've been treating her fine, Gail. Just fine."
"I hope you didn't abuse her too much," Gail said.
Denise said, "Well, we had to give her a few spankings, and I gave her an enema last night, but all in all, we've been pretty easy on her."
Callan said, "Yeah, we just softened her up for you, Gail."
Callan counted out the cash. Gail counted it herself to double-check it. She opened her sack-like pocketbook.
She reached into it and took out a big, black dildo. It was shaped like a cock, and had thin leather straps attached to it.
Susan stared wide-eyed at the artificial phallus. She hardly noticed when Gail put the cash into her pocketbook and snapped it shut.
Denise poured three glasses of wine. She, Callan, and Gail raised the glasses high. Gail said, "Here's to crime!"
They clinked glasses in a toast, drank the wine, and shattered the empty glasses in the living room fireplace.
Callan said, "So when can Denise and I cut out of this burg?"
Gail chuckled. "I had a little chat with Charley Plunkett, the chief of police. He's certain that the bank robbers got out of Palmerstown before the roadblocks were put up. He thinks you're halfway across the country by now. They're taking down the roadblocks this afternoon."
"Great!" Callan said. "Then we can clear out of here tonight!"
Denise said, "What will we do until then?"
Gail caressed Susan's trembling thighs. "Oh, I think that we can find some way of passing the time."
Callan said, "I've got to hand it to you, Gail. This place that you picked for us to lay low in was the perfect hideout!"
Susan said, "You told them to hide out in my house?"
"Of course," Gail said. "You don't think that they picked out tins house by accident, do you? Oh, no. The plan called for them to come here as soon as they robbed the bank, rather than trying to get out of town."
Gail eased Susan off her lap and stood up. She said, "But enough of these mundane business matters. It's time to have some fun."
Gail unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She said, "With Susan naked, and Denise in her bra and panties, I feel overdressed!"
She wore a black leather bra. Round holes were cut in the cups, and Gail's fat nipples jutted out of them.
The material of the bra was strained to its limits by supporting her buxom breasts. The shoulder straps cut into her flesh.
She said, "Somebody better untie Susan's legs. We're going to want to spread them."
Denise untied the knots and took the rope hobble off Susan's ankles. Susan was motionless, and Denise moved her limbs like they belonged to a life-sized doll.
Susan said, "Gail, please, please don't kill me!"
Gail threw back her head and laughed with genuine mirth. "Kill you?! My dear Susan, how melodramatic you are! I could never do you any real harm, my precious! I love you! I've always loved you, and I'm going to keep you and make you my slave!"
Susan stared at her, not daring to believe her words. Gail said, "What I am going to do, Susan, is give you one thousand dollars."
Susan gasped, "A thousand dollars?!"
Gail went into her pocketbook and counted out ten one-hundred dollar bills. She handed them to Susan.
Susan said, "B-but why?"
Gail said, "Let's consider it as a reward for your time and trouble."
Callan said, "Call me a sentimental slob, but I'll throw in five hundred from my share to sweeten up the kitty."
Denise said, "And I'm good for another five hundred, Susan-for services rendered, you might say."
Gail said, "So you see, Susan, you've made two thousand tax-free dollars for less than two days work."
The only thing Susan could say was, "Wow!"
Callan laughed. "You see, kid? Crime pays!"
Gail said, "Of course, you're an accomplice now, Susan. So if you ever did something as stupid as talk to the law, you'd go to prison right along with the rest of us."
"I would never, never tell a soul about this," Susan promised solemnly.
Denise said, "You don't have to worry about Susan. She knows when to keep her mouth shut ... and when to keep it open!"
Gail said, "Yes, I've been wondering about all the things that Susan can do with her mouth. I believe that I'll find out."
Gail unzipped her skirt and took it off. Underneath it she was wearing a black leather garter belt, and black lace panties with an open crotch.
Her pubic bush was dark and thick and curly. It was a furry black triangle that peeked out of her lacy panties with the split in the middle.
She stood with her hands on her hips. Susan knew exactly how to please Gail. After all, she was a quick study.
Susan got off the couch and got on her hands and knees and crawled over to Gail. She lowered her head and lovingly kissed the tops of Gail's black patent leather high-heeled shoes.
Susan looked up. She said, "I am your slave. I will do anything and everything that you want me to do. I love you."
Gail said, "You may rise, Susan." Susan stood up. Gail said, "That was prettily said, but actions speak louder than words. You will demonstrate the sincerity of your submission in the place where it really counts-the bedroom."
Gail held the dildo in one hand. With the other, she took Susan by the arm. Denise and Callan followed them.
Callan was the last one in the room. He shut and locked the door. Denise stripped the bed of its sheets and blankets and left only the mattress covering on it.
Denise unhooked her bra and took it off, her lush breasts springing free. She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them.
Callan took off his shoulder holster, his shirt, and his pants. His cock jutted out from his hips, a lust-swollen engine of stiff flesh.
Gail lifted the dildo. She said, "This is my rod of authority. Kiss it to show your submission to my rule, Susan."
Susan puckered her lips and pressed them against the cool, slick surface of the dildo. Her pink tongue darted out and licked the head of the artificial cock.
Gail said, "Get on your knees, my pet."
Susan got on her knees. Gail spread her legs shoulder width apart. She put her hand on the back of Susan's head and pulled her face into her crotch.
Gail's pussy was framed by the black lace and ribbons of the crotchless panties. The fragrant aroma of Gail's pussy intoxicated Susan.
Susan rubbed her cheeks against Gail's pubic bush. Her lips brushed the fat, fleshy lips of the cunt.
She stuck out her tongue and licked the outer folds of the cunt, slowly working her way inwards. When Gail saw that Susan knew what to do, she relaxed her grip on the girl's blonde hair.
Susan thrust her tongue into Gail's pussy. Gail was already dripping wet. Susan's tongue tingled from the taste of her.
She explored the interior of Gail's pussy with her blind but agile tongue. It was sleek and slippery and pungent.
Susan licked upward and found Gail's clitoris. Gail shivered as Susan circled the fleshy button with her tongue before zeroing in on the target.
Susan's head bobbed as she went down on Gail. While she was doing it, Callan came up behind Gail. He let his cock rest between her plump, snow-white buttocks.
Denise joined the group. She pressed her lips against Gail's pink, erect nipple which popped out of the hole in the leather bra cup.
Denise licked Gail's nipples. Callan unhooked the leather bra. Gail slipped it clear of her shoulders.
Her breasts were large, soft white masses with nipples as large as thumbs. The pink halos of flesh around the nipples were as large as silver dollars. Her breasts were the full and nourishing breasts of an Earth Mother.
Denise fastened her mouth on a nipple and sucked it. Her lips formed a greedy O, and she made soft sounds of suction.
Callan ran his hands along Gail's nyloned thighs. The smooth flesh between her panties and the dark stocking tops was as white as chalk.
Gail was breathing harder. She was most stimulated. Susan's tongue continued its skillful love-lashing of her clitoris.
Gail told Susan to he down on the bed. She said, "Lie down on your back with your legs spread wide open. Denise, see what you can do about getting her ready for me."
Susan lay down on the bed, staring upward at the ceiling. Denise came over and put her face in Susan's crotch and began tonguing her pussy.
Gail asked Callan, "Have you been a good boy?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
"Very well. As a reward, you may stick . your cock in Susan's mouth," Gail said.
Callan approached Susan. She turned her head to the side and looked at him. His cock loomed up in front of her face.
Susan opened her mouth. Holding his cock, Callan fed it into her mouth. Susan wrapped her lips around it and licked and sucked it.
Gail took off her crotchless panties and tossed them on a nearby chair. With practiced hands, she strapped the dildo around her waist.
The illusion was startling. She was a mature, black-haired woman with oversized bare breasts. She wore a leather garter belt, stockings, and high heels. Yet, jutting out from the center of her wide, white hips, was a large black cock.
Her breasts bobbed and her hips swayed and the dildo jiggled as she walked on her high heels to the bedside.
She tapped Denise on the shoulder. The redhead lifted her face from Susan's pussy. Gail said, "I'll take over here."
The bedsprings creaked as Gail got on the mattress. Her strong sure hands parted Susan's thighs and caressed them.
Susan wriggled as the stiff dildo poked at her tender tissues. Her pussy was seething with moist, juicy secretions, and her nipples were hard pink points.
Gail eased the head of the dildo into Susan's cunt. Susan wriggled her hips. Gail held them down.
Gail lowered herself down and lay across the girl. She pushed her hips forward, penetrating Susan with the dildo.
The dildo wasn't like a cock. It wasn't warm and satin-smooth. It was slick and cool and unyielding, and yet not unpleasant.
Susan decided that being fucked with a dildo was an acquired taste, like smoking or drinking or eating snails. She realized that she would probably have lots of opportunities to acquire a taste for the dildo as Gail's slave.
