It was in the middle of the day when Toni finally woke up. She immediately realized a great deal of pain, especially around her wrists and ankles as if she had been tied to something.
Yes, that was it, tied! It was now beginning to come back to her as she rubbed the cobwebs from her eyes, and began to groan.
She didn't have the faintest idea where she was. She felt as if she had just come out of a fucking train wreck.
Her head cleared, she began going over the events of the night before. She cast her mind back, as far as it would go, to where it had all started.
That had been in the afternoon. She was sitting in her favorite coffee shop on St. Mark's Place in New York's East Village, scanning one of the sexy underground papers.
They always made exciting reading and their coverage of politics seemed so much more inventive than that of the normal daily papers or weeklies, and of course they told explicitly what was happening in the real live world she adored.
Nude theatre, group happenings that were just a polite term for group gropes, erotic art exhibitions, exciting movies of all kinds, some of the best clubs and parties, and a personal column that couldn't be beat.
Yes, it was all there, and she loved it!
However, the underground papers had another advantage. They were great conversation openers. There were many different people who frequented this particular coffee shop, some forward-they needed no encouragement-and some shy.
The shy ones were her target when she felt bored or lonely. Toni could let them see she was reading a sex tabloid to eliminate their shyness if they had any. If she caught their eye she would smile, very gently, just a friendly smile, not enough to make them think she was too forward or maybe a hooker, or anything like that. A smile to show she was friendly and kind and maybe as lonely as they were themselves.
She would fold the paper to where there were way-out pictures. Like, say two lesbians eating each other's cunts. Or two gay boys playing sixty-nine for that matter. Big blown up pictures of gaping cunts, or cocks with gigantic hard-ons.
When she opened the paper to that, there could be no question that this sort of thing appealed to her.
She had made it obvious!
But, if the other person she saw and liked seemed to hesitate, she had a perfect come-on: "Can I borrow your paper for a minute?" she would ask-everyone in there was always reading one paper or another unless they were with friends. "You can look at mine if you like!"
From there it was usually easy to build up a meaningful conversation and from there to a brief meaningful and exciting affair of a few hours or a few days, was only a short step.
If they didn't bite right away, she would say: "I just wanted to check whether the Times had anything about the nude-in they've planned for Tompkins Square Park tonight-even if there wasn't such a thing at all that week, and she would invite them along, and when they found there wasn't an official nude-in, she would offer to stage a little miniature one with her new friend's personal co-operation.
She was sitting at her favorite table, lingering over a coffee with a cigarette, when the couple sat down at her table.
It wasn't anyone she knew from the neighborhood. They seemed sort of hippie but a little bit too much. Like actors playing the roles of hippies. Or, perhaps like the narcotics squad, overdoing the hippie business and giving their job away in the process.
But, Toni didn't think they were basically bad. They had good vibes, both of them, and Toni trusted her instincts when it came to summing up people, such as in this case.
The man spoke to her first. "Can I have a look at your paper a minute please. My local newsstand stopped selling it."
Toni handed it over, opened at the page she had been looking at with all the cocks and cunts and all. The man started leafing through it.
"You must excuse him," the girl explained.
She was really a very gorgeous creature as far as Toni could tell, because most of her face was hidden behind gigantic blue-tinted glasses with octagonal silver-steel frames.
She had a tiny, slightly hard mouth with lips that were continuously moist-perhaps because the girl kept curling her pink tongue over them as she sat there.
Her forehead was high and sharply domed. Her hair was long and black and was caught at the back by a leather-and-chain barrette, before it cascaded around her shoulders, front and back, to her fucking waist.
She had a long, high neck, very white, and wore a military looking jacket of red wet-look vinyl that had pockets and straps and steel-headed studs all over. The collar was high, like that of a bandsman's jacket, and closed tight to the neck with a heavily buckled strap. She had an Indian headband in her hair and was positively dripping with sensuality. Toni smiled at her to explain that she wasn't angry.
"We're really new to the East Village," the girl went on while her companion glanced through the sex-paper. "We're in the, oh, I'm sorry, let me introduce myself first. I'm Judy."
"Hi, I'm Toni."
"Pleased to meet you. That's Frank. We're not married but we live together, you know, and we do things together like, I mean we do the scene together if you know what I mean." Frank was immersed in the paper and didn't even look up.
"I don't know if we're really dressed right for the part," the girl called Judy went on.
"Ahhh!" Toni thought, "I was right, they're trying to dress the part here. Wonder what their real game is. Should be fun finding out.
Judy went on as if she could read Toni's thoughts.
"You see, we're really rather square and suburban. We have a pad on the Upper East Side with steam heat and hot water and baths and that sort of really square thing."
Toni smiled inwardly.
"And you want to be able to get to know the, the, well, the scene on the East Village dope and group-sex scene?" She wanted to be helpful and as she spoke she was in fact running in her mind the various contacts and possibilities and combinations.
Judy seemed horrified. Or, if she wasn't horrified she at least pretended horror.
"Oh no," she said, "nothing like that. We're not, ah, you know, not that sort of thing. I mean, it's all right if, well, you know!"
"What do you want then? Perhaps I can help you find it!"
Judy seemed terribly relieved. She looked at her companion as if Frank would in some way help her over the next stage but Frank seemed totally immersed in the story he was reading-or was it the explicit pictures?
"You see, we've been asked to make a movie, it's for the government-I hope you don't mind, I mean you're not a pacifist are you? They want to make a movie to show the rest of the world how our young people-one part of them anyway-the hippies and so on-are living. We've made a few movies like that for the government in the past and they want us to make a movie on this subject now and-well you can see, we're not really very with it and we don't know where to begin."
"I see," Toni said brightly. "You'd like me to clue you in. Feed you all the dope, show you what's in and what's happening, right?"
"That would be very kind of you," Frank said, suddenly looking up. They were the first words he had spoken. Toni looked him over to sum him up. He must have spent the past three weeks in seclusion trying to become the part. Three weeks was just enough to give him the beginnings of the beard he now sprouted and to let his hair grow just a little bit beyond the length now fashionable among the Madison Avenue crowd.
Like Judy, he was wearing shades but very dark and big so that most of his face-almost all that was visible beyond the beard and hair and sideburns-was obscured behind the dark lenses.
On his head he wore a brand new hat with a handmade beaded band that must have set him back quite a lot of money.
He wore a hand embroidered shirt under a steer-hide cowboy jacket with fringes, lacings and all the trimmings. He also had rings on his fingers, zodiac, birthstone ring, and the lot.
"We want to make this movie as authentic as possible," he went on, "and yet we can't make it too spontaneous. The 'establishment' wouldn't go for it if you know what I mean," and he laughed a little grin.
"We have to stage it all-rallies, happenings, drug parties, rock and so on. It all has to be staged. Can't just go out and shoot the real thing. But what I'm going to do-"
His hand reached out to touch Toni's outstretched hand and he gave it a warm pat to show they were all in this together.
"What I'm going to do is to get someone like you to stage it all for us so that it'll be absolutely authentic."
"What would you like me to stage for you?" Toni asked, expectantly.
"Everything."
"Like sex?" she asked.
"Yeah, man, sex!"
"Way-out sex?"
"Yeah!"
"Group sex?"
"Yeah!"
"You want me to take you to some of those scenes?"
"Uhhh!"
"Maybe you should participate yourself, to get the real authenticity."
Frank put on a show of reluctance but Toni could see through his pretense. She could tell a fish when he was hooked, properly hooked! "Do you think it's really necessary?"
"You want to do it right Frank, right?"
"Right. But what about Judy?"
"She can participate too. You want it to be authentic, Frank, don't you? Give Judy a chance to get into the real authentic bag."
"Do you think that would be the right thing to do?" Judy asked, the picture of helpful innocence.
She didn't seem to be thinking about her own part in this at all, she didn't seem to reflect either fear or joyous anticipation. Only an efficient partner in a job that had to be done. On behalf of her boyfriend, completely selfless.
"Give you a proper feel for what you're filming," Toni suggested, "and you might even enjoy it!"
She looked Judy deep into the face. She would have liked to look into her eyes but at this stage of the game she didn't want to go too fast. She liked the look of this girl. They might have a lot of fun together. Some excitement at least, take the boredom out of the daily grind!
"I don't think I could enjoy it," Judy started saying, but Frank had taken her hand in his other and somehow that made a difference.
"Well, if you think so, I mean, if it's for something we have to do, well, maybe, if I try hard I could learn to enjoy it too. It's all a matter of enriching one's experience, wouldn't you say?"
Frank's knee had brushed against Toni's, perhaps accidentally, but Toni hadn't removed her knee, in fact she'd pressed it right back. Now she took her free hand and squeezed his thigh under the little cafe table.
"When can you take us to observe, I mean participate?" Frank asked.
Toni squeezed his thigh and rubbed her bare leg against his bell-bottoms.
"Oh, I don't think you should go now to observe, much less participate. You'll be much too obvious as an outsider."
Judy seemed quite disappointed. "But how will we ever learn enough when we're in the scene so that we can learn what the authentic scene is like?" She got involved with the involved logic of what they were hoping to achieve and at the end of her question her voice trailed off.
"You could rehearse first," Toni suggested, squeezing Frank's thigh and hand at the same time and peering deeply and openly at Judy.
"Like right now, the three of us could go over to your place and hold a rehearsal for those sex scenes you have to get into if you want to do the authentic thing."
The three of them had taken a cab up to Second Avenue in the low Sixties, Toni sitting between her new friends and digging her thighs into both of them indiscriminately, hugging once this one, once that one, then both of them. She liked them both. She liked most people.
They had, Toni discovered with amazement, an expensive penthouse apartment. The doorman took them into the elevator with what Toni thought was either a smirk or a leer. They entered the richly furnished penthouse with thick expensive carpeting, and Frank locked and bolted the door behind them.
"You have anything to smoke?" Toni asked when they had seated themselves in a corner alcove on huge, tweed covered foam cushions.
The lights were low and rock music was booming from the hidden stereo speakers.
"Cigarette?" Frank suggested.
"No, gives you cancer. I mean the real thing. Grass. Got any?"
Frank shook his head in regret.
"Never mind, I have some hash." Toni undid a fastening on her belt, undid another piece from a heavy brass necklace, screwed them together and she had a pipe. She reached into a seam of her micro-mini skirt and took out a fold of paper and when she'd opened that she took out a small lump of tar-like substance which she placed in the pipe and lit.
Toni took the first puff then handed it around to her hosts, showing them how to smoke hash the proper way to get real high.
After three or four puffs each, they all felt a delicious floating feeling that seemed to take away all the concerns of the work-a-day world and the conversation lapsed into silence.
Frank took another puff, handed the pipe back to Toni and said, out of the lengthy silence: "We're forgetting what we came for."
"Oh!" Toni expressed her surprise and then she giggled.
She let her thoughts flow back, gradually and recollected. "You wanted to rehearse authentic sex, East Village style," and she laughed and smiled at both her partners.
"We're into that now, we're getting in the groove, we're all set. We smoke a bit and play a bit and that's how it goes."
"Cut out all the slow stuff!" Frank said. He somehow didn't seem as pleasant or as friendly as he had been before. Perhaps the hash had affected him the wrong way. It sometimes happened with people who were smoking for the first time.
"But it's-" Toni started saying.
"I don't give a shit!" Frank interjected. "Let's get on with the sex. That's what we're here for."
Toni was on the verge of tears. It seemed he was getting it all wrong.
"You don't seem to understand," Toni said. "In the East Village scene you have to act real cool. You're not supposed to make a big issue of sex. You just, you know, like let it happen."
"It's going to happen," Frank barked. "Right now! I'm going to make it happen!"
"Oh no!" Toni wailed.
Judy was looking on impassively. She seemed uninvolved. Perhaps she was already high on the hash and out of the ordinary world of mortals.
"Oh yes!" Frank mocked. "Take off your clothes and we'll get started."
Toni hesitated. This wasn't at all what she had in mind. How was she ever going to teach these plastic hippies where things were really at!
"Take off your clothes!" Frank ordered and, not waiting a second more for obedience, he pulled at the neck of her low-cut print shirt. He pulled and ripped. The little shirt was cut over her breasts, showing just the slightest bit of nipple. She was wearing no bra, and the nipples, in her surprise, hardened immediately and became pointed.
Her skirt hung sensuously from the waist where it was gathered with pieces of long thin leather. Toni bent as if to raise her skirt up over her tits, but Frank grabbed her again and just pulled it right down off her.
She was exposed now, dressed in only a tiny slip of a bikini panty and the African necklace she wore around her neck.
Frank seized the panties in both hands and yanked. It bit deeply into her cunt as it entered between the lips of her vagina, and as he pulled harder it bit also at the back into her ass.
He pulled and a large part of the fabric came off in his hands, but the seams and bindings remained, tugging at her clitoris and her asshole, biting deeply into the tender skin. He pulled again, agonizingly and this time the shredded ribbons of her panties tore right across. He pulled triumphantly and held up the remains of her panties.
Toni wanted to cry with disappointment. It was all so wrong. This wasn't at all what she had in mind. She wanted to be helpful and friendly and now they were abusing her. At least Frank was abusing her, she still had hopes for Judy.
Judy was sitting on the cushion, impassive. She was still dressed as she had been at St. Mark's Place. From the little amount of thigh that was on display above Judy's over-the-knee boots, Toni could guess she'd be a terrific fuck-or a terrific suck.
Toni could hardly wait to get the girls' thighs locked around her back-or around her neck for that matter-what a cunt she must have, she thought. What a glorious piece of twat to mash her face in.
Toni looked at Judy as if imploring her for help, or if not help, at least for understanding.
Judy's face remained a blank wall of impassivity.
Toni stood straight. She was entirely naked now. All her clothes had been tom off her and with her clothes some of her dignity, too.
Her tits weren't big but they were firm and perfectly formed. A delicate bulge underneath a moderate ski-slope curve on top. Deep cleavage, large hard nipples projecting straight forward like missiles.
Her waist was very small without a mark or scratch. The belly-button was tiny and set deeply and from there a thin line of blonde hair led down to a rich golden triangle that ended in a bulge, and the bulge opened gradually as Toni's anger grew, to display angry pink lips and pulsating redder flesh inside.
Frank looked at Toni's staring cunt and for a moment Toni hoped that the sight of her red gash would do something to him and make him get off this unfriendly, hostile treatment.
If she could just excite him erotically the way a man is supposed to be excited, she thought, she could yet get them both to change the scene and they could all get a big kick out of the evening after all.
She slowly undulated her hips and allowed her cunt to open further. She had good control over her muscles and she was able to make her tits bounce, too, while gyrating her ass. That should do something to Frank's intent, she thought, it nearly always worked.
But when she looked down at Frank's crotch she saw he hadn't gotten a hard-on yet. He must be difficult, she thought to herself. You really have to work with this bastard.
Frank turned and took something off a shelf. It was dark and made of leather. Toni couldn't figure out what it was.
"Put on some clothes!" Frank said as if her nakedness offended him. He held out the object and Toni saw it was a bra.
It seemed so unnecessary to Toni. If bras and leather things turned him on so, all Frank had to do was tell her. She got turned on by kinky things, too, and she really dug far-out scenes.
Frank held up the bra and Toni put forward her arms to slip into the straps. Suddenly Frank tugged, pulled, spun around her and pulled tighter.
Before she knew it the leather bra was pulled hard and tight over her breasts and shoulders and her upper arms were pinned painfully behind her back.
She tried to struggle but Frank was ready for her with a leather strap that he pulled over her wrists behind her back and pulled tight. Her arms were completely and utterly immobile.
"What is this?" she asked in outrage. What were these people up to, these plastic hippies, these perverted squares?
"Shut up!" he ordered and dived for her legs. A strap went around her ankles, was tightened and she was a prisoner unable to use any of her limbs.
There was a chain attached to the strap that hobbled her ankles and Frank took hold of the end of the chain. Toni was his prisoner!
Judy opened her mouth for the first time since Frank had started ordering Toni around.
"Lovely," she said, very easily. "She's just right. I think she'll do very well. Thank you Frank, dear, can I have her for what I need?"
Toni's hopes went up for a minute. She remembered those stories of old slavery days where the beautiful mistress-or perhaps the daughter-of the house had asked the cruel slave-owner for full possession of a particular slave or slave girl, and had abused her ownership rights to set him free, or at least to make his condition more bearable.
"That's what I got her for," Frank replied. "It worked well, this time, better than the last time we tried it with the red-haired girl on Christopher Street."
"That one, I remember. She gave us a lot of trouble. But she screamed well when you tore the clothes off her, remember? And you had to whip her before she'd come to me. That was good."
Her eyes glazed over with the joys of her memories.
"Pity about this one, I was hoping she'd scream, too. They're much better when they scream!"
"She will," Frank said, "she will! Soon enough."
He pulled down at the front of the leather bra Toni was wearing, and hooked into the brass ring at its center the end of the chain that was fastened to Toni's ankle-shackles.
The chain pulled Toni's upper torso down so that her rich golden hair hung to the floor. Her bottom, small and round and tight stuck up in the air.
Judy rose languidly from her seat. "Can I try her now?" she asked.
Frank nonchalantly gave his agreement. Judy lifted up her right hand, flattened her palm, and brought it down on Toni's upturned bottom.
The smack had a lot of force behind it and it caught her off balance so that she tipped forward on her face. Her hands were bound behind her back and her ankles were tied together. As she fell on her face she burst into tears at the very thought of the inhumanity of it all, the unkindness, the humiliation!
What had she gotten herself into? Why were these people so unkind to her? She wanted to talk to them about love, she came to show them love and how to play the games of love-the authentic games, she emphasized in her mind-and instead they were taking advantage of her and abusing her.
Frank angrily jerked her to her feet. Her face was splotched with tears.
"You won't fall down again this time, wretch!" he snarled. He placed his body in such a way that her shoulders, bent down and forward, pressed against his thighs, the back of her head fitted between his open thighs.
"Okay, Judy, you can start now," he said.
Judy positioned herself behind Toni's bare bottom and flayed away with her right hand.
"Wham!" the open palm came down, and the flesh of Toni's bum quivered. It stung with pain and echoes of the smack seemed to course unendingly through every muscle.
"Wham!" Another smack. Toni's bum was on fire. It was burning fiercely. She could hardly bear the pain.
"Wham!" The slap fell on a part of Toni's bottom that was already red from previous slaps. This new one on top of the earlier stings where the flesh had been sensitized, stung with redoubled intensity.
"Wham! Wham! Wham!" Judy kept raining blows with her open palm on Toni's upturned ass. Each blow hurt more than the last and each blow drove her with bone shattering force into the rigid thighs of Frank against whom she was being forced to lean.
When Judy's hand began to smart from the beating she was inflicting on her victim, she picked up a wooden paddle and renewed the onslaught.
"Whack! Whack! Whack!" The beating seemed to be unending!
Lying on her bed, the morning after, Toni could still feel the stinging on her bottom where Judy had reddened it.
She had been lying on her belly all night to avoid the soreness in fact it must have been the involuntary turning on her bum that had caused her to wake up suddenly while still in the throes of fatigue.
She lay on her side now amid the rumpled sheets and passed her hands slowly and lovingly over her sore buns. Oh shit! So fucking sore! They hurt so much. Toni felt sorry for them as if they were somehow something apart from her, her two little sisters perhaps, Lefty here-Righty there.
"How are you Lefty?" she asked in her mind. "Are you still very upset? She hurt you a lot that Judy, didn't she? You didn't like it at all, did you? Oh, you did, a little bit? Really? You mean you enjoyed being made all sore? You mean you really liked it? Oh, Lefty, how could you say something like that. There must be something a little wrong with you. You liked it when that naughty Judy had your behind up all bare and she whammed you hard with her open hand and then she whacked you hard with her paddle!
"What about you Righty? Don't tell me you enjoyed being made all red and sore and itchy when Judy had you sticking up and she whammed and whacked into you with all her strength. You did? Really? And what about being all naked when it happened? That added to the fun? Oh, Righty! And on top of that it was a woman, a girl a cruel, cruel woman! Didn't that make you feel terrible, Righty? What's that? It added to your pleasure? It got you even more excited? It built up the tension and the excitement for the next stage! But really, now!"
What was she to think of her silly, sore buns? She passed her finger tips slowly over the two silly little things, thrilling to the memories of pain and burning the passage of her fingers was able to arouse. She pressed a bit harder, as if to caress and at the same time educate the silly things, then she dug harder, using her nails.
That should teach them, the fat little geese. That should really show them. She dug her nails in deeply and by twisting around she could see that her nails left sharp white lines etched into the strawberry-red of her buns.
She scratched and scratched in all directions until her bottoms were as crisscrossed with white scratches as the surface of the skating rink at Rockefeller Center on a busy afternoon in December. And they were hurting, hurting sharply, hurting almost as much as they had last night when Judy was inflicting her rage and lust on them.
What a night that was! Shackled at ankles and wrists, and with a chain fastening the loop on the leather bra to the ankle shackles, Toni had been forced to endure the smacks and paddlings of that Judy.
That must have lasted half-an-hour, at least. Toni was crying the whole time and gasping and sobbing from the pain and the humiliation and all other kinds of strange feelings that were going through her.
She had to stand with her shoulders hunched against the muscular thighs of Judy's boyfriend, Frank, and each time the open palm of the wooden paddle landed on her bottom, the shock traveled from her upturned rump in waves and ripples of pain and tension all the way along her body to transmit themselves ultimately as hard thumps of contact with Frank's thighs.
At first that tended to knock Frank backward at each blow, but then he took up a position bent forward slightly, with his hard talon-like fingers grasping her just above the waist, digging hard and demandingly into her flesh.
CHAPTER TWO
Toni could feel his thighs pushing into her and throbbing with her own pains and passions, and after a while something else was added to them, the gradual thrust of a hardening ram that started projecting from between his thighs at the back of her bent and straining neck, and after a few moments of surprise she realized that must be his cock-and knowing it was a cock, and that she was causing it to stiffen and harden, helped to turn her on, and gave her a glowing, tingling feeling all over.
Then it changed!
Instead of holding her at the waist, Frank picked a pause in Judy's bottom-beating to move his hands and bring them to the top of Toni's straining thighs, just below the point where Judy had been reddening them with her palms and her paddle.
He grabbed the flesh there, kneaded it and scratched it and worked his way deeper and deeper into the pain bearing tissues. As he did so, he also brought Toni closer yet against his own thighs and brought the thrust of his pinned-down cock .harder into the back of her neck.
Judy resumed the beating with the paddle, carefully now so as to avoid Frank's bending face and also his hands cupping their victim's thighs.
When she had resumed an orderly pace, Frank went on to deeper explorations. His fingers reached around Toni's thighs and started playing with the lips of her sweaty cunt. Just his finger tips, but it was enough to make her gush and tremble throughout her cunt. He worked further and further into the sweaty, gooey opening, prying it apart, and then he worked his thumbs around her thighs, too.
The thumbs, large and fleshy-tipped, were describing small circles of their own, independent of the probing of the finger tips inside her cunt. It was like a deep massage, small circles of pressure gradually working their way up and into her thighs, seemingly in the same direction as the finger tips had earlier moved.
Now the broad thumbs hit the long tender groove between her stretched hams, the declivity that leads from ass to cunt. The thumbs pressed into the tender tissues and at the concentration of nerve endings with which it was suffused.
The thrill coursed through her. Frank and Judy coordinated their efforts. Whack-whack! Press-press!
Each whack of the paddle on her bums was accompanied by a pressing on her nerve endings. Each thrill of pain was transformed automatically into a thrill of pleasure.
Toni found it impossible to distinguish the feelings. A whack of her bottom resulted in an erotic thrust through the base of her being that coursed through cunt and ass to her heart and mind. Each pressure producing thrill on her rift-valley resulted in the tingling heat of burning pain in her bottom.
The whacks-or the jabs-got gradually faster, demanding an accompanying rhythm of Toni. Faster and faster and Toni's muscles were going faster and faster, too, and her thrills kept shooting up faster and faster as well, and so did the tingling painful pleasures.
Everything spread. Thrill and pain and joy moved and spread from her ass and her cunt to suffuse her whole body. It was all part of her and the man pressing his cock into the back of her neck and his thighs into her shoulders and his hands into her cunt and his thumbs into her rift valley. And the woman, too, Judy, was part of it all.
The hand that held the paddle, the arm that wielded it, the body that gave it thrust, all seemed to penetrate Toni and become part of her.
Toni's muscles quivered uncontrollably, no longer in any particular rhythm, no longer subject to any control, out of phase with the whacks and the presses, just humping and heaving on their own.
All over and inside of Toni the muscles were twitching and twisting, throbbing and swapping, until Toni had spilled over into a gigantic orgasm.
And still she kept twitching, out of control of herself, out of the control of her tormentors, just her body riding its own needs. its own thrills, not just a cunt or an asshole, not just tensed straining against the restraints of the leather bra in which she had been captured, but the whole of her, all of her, in one gigantic spasm of muscular release.
It must have caught Frank-strong as he was-unprepared. One unexpected thrust and Toni's shoulders had pushed him over, thrown him on his ass, and Toni, tied and shackled, fell on top of him.
Judy, putting her weight into her paddling, suddenly found there was no upturned brick-red ass to meet her paddle and her arm and body. Following through with full force, continued to sail on, unbalanced their wielder, and brought the off-balance Judy crashing down on top of the other two so that they all collapsed in one convulsive heap that sighed panted and moaned with a mixture of emotions, with thrills, joys, pains, surprise, anxiety, expectation and frustration, each according to his own nature and condition.
It could have been a thrilling moment for Toni always loved heaps of humanity, from three's-a-crowd and up, and one of her favorite positions, anyway, was in the middle of a triangle, but this time things weren't exactly in her favor.
For one she had the breath knocked out of her right at the height of a very powerful orgasm--and the resulting disappointment and frustration was a bit let-down.
For another she had fallen in a very awkward manner, all twisted up, and cracked her head somewhere against Frank's tough skeletal frame. And Judy, falling on top of her, had come down very heavily and knocked out of her body any remaining breath.
Worst of all, though, was the fact that she was still bound and shackled. Surprised and shocked as she was, she would certainly have summoned up from some unknown reservoir the last remaining strength that, combined with her desires, would within seconds have set her limbs into action, feeling, groping, stroking, caressing, teasing and exciting any body that lay under her, on top of her or anywhere around her.
It would have happened without requiring any conscious effort, however weak and pained she was. But with her wrists bound tight behind her back and her ankles tied close together and a chain fastening one leather shackle to the other and pulling her body double, it was a clear impossibility, instinct and reflex notwithstanding.
And so, Toni had lain for once, on top of a man and under a woman, unable to do a thing to either of them. All she could do was scream, and scream she did, a large loud bellow of anger and frustration.
It was Judy who got off the pile first. It had to be Judy, for with Judy on top of her Toni couldn't move-not with her body all shackled and bound, anyway-and with both women on top of him, Frank couldn't move-not in the state he was in.
So, Judy got up first. She adjusted the large eyeglasses that had slipped to one side of her face, smoothed her brief red crinkle-vinyl skirt down her well shaped thighs, and passed a finger around inside the high collar of her military cut jacket.
She stood up tall on her white thigh boots, put her hands on her hips to survey the scene and burst out laughing.
The sight of the naked Toni laying shackled on top of her boyfriend and lover was just too much for Judy. The girl was lying there, like a diver jack-knifing off the high board, who had been somehow frozen in the act. The bright red bum, red almost as her own skirt and jacket, was sticking straight up in the air, above Frank's surprised head.
It seemed taut and inviting, brightly suffused with blood and expectant, as if inviting further kicks and slaps. The shackled hands, tied to each other, reached up from above the girl's back like two tiny appendages that seemed to grow out of the small of her back.
The girl's legs were pulled up and seemed to grow from their knees out of Frank's back, and the steel chain seemed designed as if to stop them from flying off too far. Underneath, between the girl's parted thighs, she could make out her upturned face from which the angry screams were coming in long, loud bursts.
Judy stood and watched and laughed, and as she laughed her hips shook and her tits bounced inside her red vinyl jacket making the nipples tickle.
Frank seemed angry, as if it was he that was being laughed at. He blinked his eyes a few times while he tried to summon some strength back into his limbs and his chest heaved to force into air into his exhausted lungs. Finally he made it. He gave a heave and rolled Toni right off him. Then he stood up and glared at Judy.
Toni, hurt and bruised already, was hurt some more. But what hurt more than the additional tumble she got as Frank so unceremoniously cast her aside, was the hurt done to her pride, that this man could so easily reject her and throw her off.
After the beating she'd endured, and after the thrills her humping shoulders had undoubtedly occasioned her captor, she would have hoped that he would show more interest in her and more concern for her.
She'd hoped that at least he'd have been turned on and that he'd want to linger further under her navel, sweaty, animal smelling body. But Frank was impervious to her charm or else he was no longer able to respond like any normal full-blooded male.
Frank stood up and brushed his clothes off. He tried to say something appropriate to Judy but the words failed him.
It was Judy who took the initiative.
She approached her lover and hugged him tightly.
"Oh Frank!" she said, still laughing but the laughter slowly being replaced by her mounting excitement. "How wonderful of you. You've got her all ready for me. So sweet of you. That's just how I like them, sweaty, sexy, runny and angry. Just look at that!"
She disengaged herself from her lover and crouched over Toni's shackled body.
"Beautiful!"
She ran her hand into Toni's crack and took it away dripping with sweat and juices. "Just look how runny and gooey she is! What a cunt! What a lovely bit of juicy, dripping cunt for me to suck!"
Toni, lying in bed the morning after, recalled that moment with a thrill and fond memories.
Judy's manual examination and her excited words had entirely lifted Toni's spirits. So she had at least one admirer among that heartless twosome. And Judy was very sexy!!!
Staring up from between her legs, Toni had looked long and hard up at Judy. The first thing she saw looking up was the long white boots, set high on their heels, glistening white as if they had just stepped out of the sea, slender and towering up and up, over well-shaped calves to which they clung tightly, up over knees that Toni could imagine, and imagine too the soft, tender hollows of the backs-of her knees.
There was just a few inches of nylon-clad thighs, but the little that Toni could see was enough to make her melt. Thighs that were firm and yet soft, thighs that seemed to want to pop out of straining skin but yet were slim.
They bulged just a little past the buckled strap that fastened the top of the high boots, bulged just enough to make her aware of the texture and fullness underneath. Promising thighs, juicy thighs! There just wasn't another word for it.
The skirt was short. Very short. With Judy bent forward, the lower edge came just low enough to cover the protrusions of Judy's cunt mound and hair had she been wearing nothing underneath.
Since she did wear something-a flimsy nylon bikini brief in acid yellow, it was just enough to cover the panties from a frontal view, though of course, from Toni's position on the floor, everything was visible.
From the back, Toni could tell, the skirt would be pulled up by Judy's bending forward as to so expose the dark of the crack where her thighs became her bums and where the space between her legs became the slit in her ass!
The skirt was red, crinkle vinyl, and it glistened and shone with an exciting shimmer. It was rather tight over the hips-had it been long and continued on the same lines it would have become a flowing floor-length gown. But this length was enough to emphasize-as the nylons on the brief expanse of thigh had emphasized-the juiciness of Judy's voluptuous body.
The skirt was belted tightly apparently. "Apparently" because the military-cut jacket that topped it was tightly belted too.
It was in fact, tightly belted all around, over the straining bust, at elbows and at wrists, and especially around the high neck, with belts, buckles, straps, studs and rivets that gave it a very military, and somewhat sadistic air.
Judy's air of authoritarian presence was heightened further by the formal seriousness of her huge tinted eyeglasses in their straight edged steel frames, by the way her black hair hung heavy from her head fastened at the back and then over her straining bust, and even the Indian headband, incongruous as it was, did not help to soften the formal strictness inherent in Judy's dress and posture.
Here was a woman, Toni knew, who could give orders-and knew how to be obeyed.
Even now, lying on her bed, back at her pad, Toni thrilled with memories of that first, formal recognition of what Judy represented. A forceful woman, a commanding woman. A woman who spoke her mind-and meant it!
Toni felt her nipples thrill at the memory of that point of realization, just as they had thrilled and strained them. She pressed them between her fingers now, as if to test the degree of their hardness. She pressed each nipple in turn, holding it between thumb and forefinger and giving it a slight twist as she did so.
The nipples seemed to lengthen and harden even further under her fingers, while the breasts became engorged and the brown skin of her aureoles puckered up.
"My tits!" Toni thought back with exultation, remembering the excitement Judy had displayed when she had first held them in her hands and caressed them with her long, tapering fingers, cool to the touch of her hot flesh.
Round full mounds of vibrating flesh, tanned all over the way only a child of nature is able to tan. Beautiful breasts to own, beautiful breasts to have caressed!
Toni squeezed her whole breasts now. Thumbs and forefingers still clung to the rigid brown nipples but her other three fingers in each hand explored their own little ways into the softly yielding flesh at the tops while the flat of her palms pressed up from underneath. It brought the full ripeness into greater prominence and gave Toni's bosom a projection that only a specially boned bra pressing up from underneath could have given them.
A specially boned bra! But of course! There was a tight leather bra into which she had been tricked by Frank. It had squeezed her like that, and compressed her tits.
Now Toni could duplicate the feeling of the tightly pressing bra and at the same time lend to her breasts the softness and stimulating pressures that Judy's fingers had given her breasts. She squeezed and pressed into her lovely breasts and felt the thrills shoot through her body with each new pressure and each exploring finger.
A glow of pleasure radiated out from Toni's engorged breasts. It spread slowly up through her throat and down into her flat belly. A sharp itch of pleasure struck her in the hollow of her bellybutton. The flush of pleasure moved to her face as she continued to caress her breasts and a complementary flush spread down beyond her belly to her cunt. She allowed it to happen and continued to caressed her breasts, to squeeze them and love them.
She knew that moment. The moment when her cunt would slowly become inflamed. When her cunt would start making demands she was unable to withstand. One moment she was in control. She was calling the shots.
She wad deciding where to love herself and how much to love herself and for how long to go on and when to stop.
She could still stop, right now. Let go of her tits, watch the nipples go down, watch the skin relax and the flush of blood and tension leave them. Watch her nipples go soft and tender again and her breasts turn once more to velvet, and cover herself with a blanket and go to sleep.
She could still stop-but decided not to.
The moment, the deciding moment, would come soon. And that deciding moment was always a pleasure in and of itself that Toni enjoyed both to experience and to observe. It would be coming soon. She could still stop now but didn't want to.
Her cunt was happy, joyful, getting soft and moist. She could tell without checking. She could feel her cunt as if from the inside, as if she was somewhere inside her own cunt and exploring it, as if she were herself her own cunt. She was soft and wet and loving. Any moment,-as her cunt, she would start giving the orders.
Yet, for a moment, Toni was in control. She paused a few seconds in the caresses she was giving her tits and it was like cutting off the current to an electric heater. She didn't cool off immediately but for the moment she stopped getting hotter. Her cunt seemed to shrink and dry up. She was still in control. She could still stop.
Then she renewed her erotic attack on her breasts. She waded in with fingers and thumbs and palms and kneaded her breasts back into a fit of excitement and moments later the excitement had flowed over her breasts and spread down her belly and into her cunt.
Another flash of thrills. Another charge of pleasures. Another reinforcement of the tremors and excitements.
And then the die was cast. Her cunt was in control, her cunt was calling the tune. Toni felt herself helpless. It was no longer up to Toni to decide. Her cunt had a life of its own and it was her cunt now that would order her from this moment on to do what she had to do!
Her cunt was like another woman giving directions. Like another woman making the decisions. Like Judy. Once Judy had taken hold of Toni's shackled body and bent her to her will. Now she was bent to a will, to the will of her cunt, and as the night before, what she would do and what would happen to her seemed to lie somewhere outside of herself.
Her fingers, directed now by her cunt, made smaller and smaller circles in her tits, digging deeper, squeezing tighter. She felt her lips open as if by their own accord and her tongue came out and licked at them hungrily.
Her fingers maintained their caress on her breasts and her thighs now started moving, pressing against each other and gliding against themselves. Her cunt was forcing her thighs into motion and the more her thighs moved the hotter her cunt became and the more demanding, too.
Her cunt was hotter than hot. The pressure of thighs was no longer enough. Her cunt called her right hand from her breast and ordered it to take a slow walk downhill.
Her left hand reached out with its fingers to try and take the place of the wandering right hand, and as it did so, it forced her two breasts into close proximity. Her left wrist pressed into her breast, her fingers covered both breasts and both nipples. Her right hand was on its journey south.
Long cool fingers traced the line down from her cleavage, down the depression between her well defined ribs. Below her ribs where her belly felt silken. Into her bellybutton where they stirred up a tremendous itch that called to her clit.
Down and beyond into the bristling hairs. Curling around the hairs and feeling her skin erupt into goose pimples. Approaching the cunt that had become the seat of her thoughts and her sensations.
Then the order came from her cunt and her hand reached down suddenly and automatically grasped the full mound of her pussy in its palm.
Pressed and held and squeezed and found blessed relief and renewed desire and increased needs. Her cunt squeezed back and increased its demands.
The crack opened of its own accord and her fingers felt themselves drawn inside. A long trickle of moistness and thirst where the edge of her hand rested for a moment, and then the slit opened and her fingers curled and started their stroking up and down the entire length.
The clitoris sprang into prominence. Her fingers were wet now and moist and slid easily up and down the crack, round and round the hardening protrusion, in and out among the folds.
They pressed the clit as they had a few minutes earlier pressed her nipple. They rolled the clit around and felt it getting harder, longer and more urgent!
A deeper gash opened and three of her fingers found their way more deeply into her cunt. They slipped in and out, curling as they went in and straightening as they came out and lingered for a few moments around the slimy, slippery opening.
In and out they went, up to the first knuckle. Then they went in deeper and explored as far as the second knuckle. There were new caverns inside, new places to explore.
One hand on her cunt, thumb and forefinger around her clit and three fingers going in and out and slithering in the wetness. One hand covering both breasts, squeezing and stroking and urging.
An urgent urge opened up between her buttocks. The fire had spread from her raging cunt and engulfed the whole of her crack, back and up. Her ass was aflame and needed satisfying too.
Under urgings that seemed to come from beyond her control, Toni reluctantly allowed her left hand to stray from her tits and work its way down.
Her fingers followed the route taken earlier by her right hand, down over her belly and down to the curly triangle. They approached and almost met the fingers of her right hand that were plowing her furrow from the front. Then they slid around, up the sloping line where her belly shaped off into her raised thigh.
They delineated the line where thigh and belly met, continued around and over the hip, continued on and on, around her perfect thigh, over the goose-fleshy skin all atingle, around over her ass globes, around the soft silky flesh, and into her crack from behind.
Two fingers probed her ass which opened up as if by magic to receive them. Her thumb pressed the soft tissues between cunt and ass, two fingers pressed the firmer skin in back of her asshole. The other fingers on her right hand got busier and busier and faster and faster.
Her mouth was open and drooling. Her tongue curled around hungrily seeking something firm and solid to hold on to. Her cunt was aflame and giving directions and Toni was helplessly and hopelessly following its commands, as the evening before she had helplessly and hopelessly followed Judy's imperious commands.
And now, as the night before, she had surrendered herself, struggling and willing, to the woman clad in red, so now she surrendered, struggling and willing, to the demands of her own cunt.
Moans escaped from her lips. Her body quivered. Her limbs stiffened. She gave out a cry and then another cry. She buried her fingers deep inside her cunt and other fingers deep inside her asshole as it by stopping up these hungry mouths, she could stop the scream breaking out of her own mouth.
But the scream came and her body shook in convulsions that were now no longer even at the request of her cunt, but following an insatiable and unstoppable demand of their own.
She heaved and thrashed and her mind dissolved into nothingness and her moan changed into a scream and the scream into a sob and the sob into words.
"Fuck me, Judy!" she sobbed, "fuck me, Judy! Eat me, Judy, beat me, kill me, do it, do it, do it!"
Toni remained on her bed, panting. Her eyes closed and she dozed off until her body had completely relaxed and completely rested. Then she woke again, opened her eyes, looked around, got her bearings and got up.
In the bathroom she had a hot shower letting the water run in storms and rivulets off her weary body. The warm water helped her relax her and have her back a feeling of comfort and satisfaction. The aches of the night before disappeared. The pains were gone. The urgent needs were almost forgotten. She felt a surge of joy and satisfaction. She felt fresh and renewed. A renewed woman. A sensual woman, a woman who could enjoy the fact of her womanliness in all possible ways.
A glow of pleasant anticipation came over her. Today there would be new adventures, new surprises-but this time adventures of her own devising.
She'd be calling the tunes today. She'd decide what would happen and how. She rubbed herself vigorously on a huge soft towel, feeling the tingle come back to her skin, especially to the areas that had become super sensitized from the beatings and lashings of the night before, then she dusted herself all over with a special musky talc that one of the Village head shops made for her, a sensuous, erotic scent that excited her every time she put it on and excited her friends every time they sensed it on her.
She dressed casually but with great care. Sheer nylon panties, black as the ace of spades except for a heart shaped medallion in red strategically placed to cover her cunt. She eased this over her thighs, holding her hands inside and stretching the fabric over her hips, then patting it into place over the mound of her twat.
She wouldn't wear a bra, of course. There'd been enough bra wearing last night in Frank's absurd binding leather constrainer. Today she wanted her breasts to swing free and her nipples to feel the world unrestrained except by the absolutely necessary.
For the absolutely necessary, she choose a well worn, well washed, tie-dyed T-shirt in shades of lavender and orange, that had been designed to leave a sunburst of golden flame over each tit.
The shirt had been right when she first bought it, but repeated washings had made it shrink and had made the fabric even thinner. Now she had to tug at it to get it over her shoulders and over her well-rounded tits. It was slightly ribbed and as it came down over her breasts the ribbing pulled it together around and under them, holding her tight around the waist, then flaring over her hips.
Her nipples were clearly visible. Not only her nipples, but the crinkly skin around them seemed to leave its imprint on the thin fabric and she thought that a careful eye could also detect the slightly raised skin just below her bosom where the tight leather bra had grabbed her the night before.
The fabric of her T-shirt was in fact so thin that it outlined her bellybutton and the first of the curly hairs just below it gave their own pattern to the fabric at her belly.
The T-shirt came just low enough over her hips to hide the bottom edge of her cunt. An inch longer and it would almost serve as a dress just as it was. Toni wondered whether she could carry it off. In the Village, certainly, few people would have thought it out of place but she'd be heading uptown again shortly and it might be too provocative for the squarer crowds on Fifth Avenue and the Upper East Side.
What to wear with the T-shirt then? Toni had a pair of rawhide jeans, low cut hip huggers with lacing to hold it closed across the crotch when required and flaring bellbottomed legs, and she thought for a moment they would be the ideal match for Frank's outrageous get-up.
Or perhaps the chocolate-brown hot pants in wet-look crinkly material that fitted her buns as if they were made of stretch rubber. They always got long, lingering, hungry glances wherever she went,. from men and from women, especially when worn with over-the-knee boots. They'd be a perfect foil for Judy.
CHAPTER THREE
Toni prowled through her wardrobe and decided she'd dress simply, to match her T-shirt. After all, with people as wild and careless of other people's rights and clothes as Frank and Judy were, it would be foolish to invite damage to something really valuable.
Toni settled on her blue jeans. Or what was left of her blue jeans after she had splashed paint and bleach on them, tore them, patched them, frayed them-and finally cut off the legs just below the bottom of the zipper, seven inches from the waistband at either side, leaving her with microscopic hot pants that she'd made even tighter and seemingly smaller by taking in a seam here and a seam there and finally stitching elastic in the hems.
She put on the hot-pants-jeans over her T-shirt-or tried to, since there just wasn't room. Never mind. A few snips of the scissors had cunt down the T-shirt to wearable length, destroying forever any chance she might be able to wear it one day just as it was, as a dress.
The shirt tucked in at the waist, the pants were tugged on over her thighs, she did up the zipper and fastened the belt, and then pulled up at the pants to get the crotch seam fast and tight up her crack, fore and aft!
She finished her casual dressing with a pair of sandals, not ordinary sandals, but thonged ones, Grecian style, that were strapped to her legs, up her calves, over her knees and half-way up her thighs, with a crisscross of leather that accentuated the sexiness of her limbs and seemed to point an arrow to where it mattered-her ass at the rear, her cunt at the front!
A mass of beads picked off the dresser and thrown haphazardly over her neck to dangle between her tits, and Toni was ready.
She took her purse with all the little things she might need during the day, opened the door, locked it carefully against the unwanted New York burglars, and went downstairs, to the little flat directly below her own.
She didn't bother to ring or knock. If the door was open, Carl would be in and expecting whoever came. If it was locked, he'd be away or busy, it was as simple as that.
The door was not locked. Toni turned the knob, pushed the heavy wooden door and heard it creak, saw the sunlight filtering dustily through the open transom of a room at the end of the hall, and shut the door behind her.
The air was heavy with incense, pot, and the excitement of humanity. Low moans of acid rock came from a loudspeaker. Toni stepped down the hall, took hold of a door handle, turned it and entered.
Carl was lying there, wide awake and naked, but too involved with himself to notice the unexpected intrusion.
Toni smiled and looked down.
Carl was lying on his rumpled mattress, his back facing her. Propped up by some books near his head was a glossy magazine that showed pictures of a voluptuous girl, nude, thighs opened, her cunt purplish-pink and gleaming with its own juices. Her fingers were in her cunt and by the look on her face, it was obvious she was enjoying the pleasures of masturbation.
Toni couldn't see Carl's face but she could imagine it by the line of his back, by the thrust of his lean buttocks and by the frantic motions of his right arm and shoulder.
"Hi, Carl!" she announced, softly and invitingly. "Can I help you with what you're doing or would you rather do it yourself?"
Carl pulled himself away from what he was doing and jerked around to face his visitor.
His cock was hard and rigid, a magnificent tool, almost eight inches long and thick to match. The foreskin had been forced back by the thrust of his hard-on and the crown of his cock showed, purplish velvet glistening with its natural juices.
Carl's hand kept pulling it, as if he couldn't let it go, as if he was caught up in the automatic movement.
"Hi!" Carl said after a while, "I hadn't expected you. I went up to your apartment an hour ago to join you but the door was locked and you didn't answer so I thought like maybe you were fucking with someone who wouldn't appreciate my joining in!"
"I might have been out. What made you think I was fucking?"
"I could hear you inside, panting heavy like and thrashing around like there was half a dozen people, and moaning and all that. I got a hard-on just listening to you and your friends. Fact is I did try to join in and even rang the bell, just on the off-chance, but you must have been too busy to hear me."
Toni laughed. "You know how many there was of us? Guess. Just one! Just little me. Just little me pulling my snatch away because I was horny. Gosh! I must have been horny to make you think there was an army of us fucking away. You know what happened? You know what I was thinking of?"
Toni was getting quite excited with the memory that she engaged her earlier and brought her to the point where she just had to masturbate.
"Listen! I have to tell you this. Let me sit down on her bed while I tell you what happened last night." And, without waiting for Carl's foregone permission, she sat down on Carl's bed with her luscious legs drawn up and her crotch staring right at Carl's cock, and told him the story of Frank and Judy and the whole of the night before.
Carl's cock never had a chance to go down. He lay back on his bed, his head propped up by a pile of cushions, one leg tucked under and his cock thrust up, while he listened spellbound to Toni's account. Every now and then he gave a few vigorous pulls on his tool in a sort of absent-minded reflex, and every now and then his cock gave an involuntary quiver as he listened to a particularly spicy part of Toni's story and watched his visitor's eyes brighten up and the saliva collect around the edge of her lips.
Carl listened to her story with fascination-and looked at her crotch with desire. The knees were raised and legs and delicious thighs formed a sort of funnel to his gaze that terminated in the absurdly tight pull of the cut-down hot-pants-jeans at her crotch.
He had an insane desire to dive a few feet forward, dive right into that flesh-walled tunnel of her legs and force his head up her thighs and up her cunt and ram all the way up. As he heard of Toni's humiliation and shackling, he wanted to humiliate her too and spank her and tie her up as she had let Frank and Judy do to her the night before, and as he heard of the way that the lesbian inclined Judy had abused Toni, he wanted to abuse her the same way.
He wanted to beat her, bite her nipples, force his fist up her cunt-and finally suck out her twat until the come gushed out of her.
Toni was coming to the end of her story-"and so I've decided to take them up on their offer and go back again today. Only this time, I'll be prepared and I'll have you along to help me, and then we can turn the tables on those two and get our revenge."
"I don't know if I want to get my revenge," Carl said in reply. "I get the feeling from what you've told me about her, that I'd much rather fuck this Judy chick."
"Of course you would. Believe me she's great. She's a wonderful, fuckable, sexy bitch with a red-hot pussy. But why shouldn't you get your revenge on her first and help me punish her for what she did to me-and then you can fuck her properly and really and truly enjoy every moment of it?"
Carl thought it over. The idea really did appeal to him. And it appealed to his cock most obviously for now it was throbbing and bobbing and pulsating in anticipation. He applied his hand to it and, grasping it tightly, rubbed it up and down, up and down.
Toni looked at it with fascination and delight. Half an hour ago she'd have given anything to have that cock inside her, striving to make its way to the inner recesses of her cunt.
But she had satisfied her own erotic needs already and now she was dressed and eager to go on to her next erotic adventure. She was really too indifferent to the idea to want to suggest to Carl that they fuck, but that didn't mean she couldn't sympathize with Carl's urgent need.
"My God, you're slow," she said, "you've been pulling at your cock ever since I got here and a long time before then, too, according to your story....You'll never come at this rate."
She reached forward and wrapped her own cool fist around Carl's surging cock. She gave a few vigorous pumping strokes to it then, feeling herself drawn irresistibly, she moved forward, opened her lips and planted them on the tip of Carl's throbbing love pole.
She moved her cool fist lower down the shaft of the cock, right up against the bony pubis, leaving more room on his erect tool for her mouth to grasp.
Her lips slipped further forwards and her mouth sucked hungrily while her fist continued its vigorous movements.
She felt the growing throbs of his shaft, felt the tensing of his muscles. Then Carl's body became rigid, the cock extended itself, and poured wave after wave of hot white come into her hungrily waiting and sucking mouth.
She sucked on and on until his cock was sucked dry, and let the come dribble down her throat and out of the comers of her mouth.
Then when it had all been spurted out and sucked out, she drew her mouth away, planted her lips on Carl's, and, in an exchange of tongue and kisses, she passed Carl's love-fluid back to him with her love.
After a lunch of shrimp, brown rice and vague oriental sauces at a macrobiotic restaurant in the East Village, Toni and Carl took a subway uptown, drawing gazes from the not yet too jaded New Yorkers who were jammed into the swaying, sweltering train.
Toni, of course, was an erotic sight all of her own. Her attractive face with its sensuous lips framed by her lustrous hair, her generously proportioned body with its magnificent tits bulging through the thin fabric of her T-shirt, her rounded ass pushing against the tiny wisp of her truncated hot-pants and her legs and thighs emphasized to perfection by the long thonged sandals that wound their way up to within inches of her cunt-that was enough to turn on anyone, man or woman, straight or not.
Carl was another matter. Tall, long haired and bearded, he stood a full six-foot-two and had a physique to match. He wore a large gold earring in his left ear, an embroidered headband over his brow, a red bandana tied around his neck, an open necked shift of black and silver topped by a white suede vest with fringes, and red velvet bellbottomed pants over cowboy boots.
Over his shoulder, he had slung a large carry-all, a purse it would have been called had he been thought of as the least bit effeminate, for it was made of the same material as he vest, white suede with suede fringes.
But for a man of Carl's masculine physique and looks and bearing, it could be considered only as an equipment bag-in the way that photographers, for instance, can always carry a shoulder. satchel without thereby necessarily being thought of as queer.
And an equipment bag it was, indeed!
Essential equipment-not the most essential perhaps, but Carl's special equipment was his cock and his balls and he certainly wouldn't take to wearing those slung over his shoulder-but accessories one might say, to his own personal equipment, all sorts of toys and games and attachments that would make an interesting and delectable game of the art of fucking in all its variations.
And so the two of them rode uptown, holding hands, caressing each other when the passion took them, soul-kissing as the train hurtled through the dark tunnels, sticking their thighs into each other's crotches to preserve the contact.
Toni could tell that Carl was responding-the thrust of his cock inside his red pants could hardly have been mistaken. She was also aware that others were being aroused by the scene, some to anger, some to envy and many to undisguised lust-as undisguised as it was possible to be on a hot subway in summer with the sweat coursing down everyone's face and spittle drooling out of many people's mouths.
Unmistakable, certainly was the bulging flies in many embarrassed male crotches and even the hat or newspaper hastily placed over this man's lap or that one's, only helped to emphasize what was happening to anyone with a sharp eye for such detail.
The subway crowd was pressing heavily in the standing section between the doors. Men and women pressed thickly around Toni and Carl and Toni could feel the hot excited breaths down her neck.
She enjoyed the attention she-was getting, the rumps thrust deliberately against hers, the breasts jammed into her shoulders or those of her companion.
One man, especially, intrigued Toni. He was a businessman in a business suit, going uptown apparently, after a luncheon appointment and preferring the crush of the subway to the interminable traffic jam on the city's highways.
She felt his cock pushing hard into her left thigh, the thigh that itself was pressing up against Carl's hard-on, and the knowledge that this chance touch was so exciting the man, thrilled Toni.
At one point, when the train swerved around a sharp bend and the lights were temporarily dimmed in the train's passage over an unelectrified switch rail, she disengaged her hand from Carl's waist and sent it down and back, seemingly to adjust her tight fitting hot pants, but in so doing she lad a hold of the businessman's cock through the fabric of his suit and gave it a few rapid strokes, then she opened her hand and grabbed the full fleshiness of his balls. Before the man had a chance to recover from the shock the lights were full on again, the train was rattling down a straight section and Toni's hand was unconcernedly back stroking Carl's waist.
Another time, she did the same thing to a couple of lovers who, in her estimation, were hurrying uptown after a cozy luncheon to consummate what they had started in the public glare of a restaurant.
It was for the woman she reached this time in the semi-darkness, putting her right hand back under the woman's thin summer-weight mini-dress and feeling the solid hair covered mound under her nylon panties.
The woman seemed to enjoy it and when the lights were on again, she looked up at her companion with a smile of pleasure and gratitude, as if it was he that had provided her with this pleasurable interlude. To make sure that the beauty knew that it was Tony, to be sure the woman wasn't deceived a second time, Toni repeated the gesture at the next opportunity, letting her hand rest there much longer with the index finger pushing against the nylon panties right into her, by now, juiced-up cunt, and taking it away only after the lights were already on. Taking it away, moreover, with such slow deliberation that the purpose and the perpetrator could not fail to be obvious to the recipient.
The woman, surprised, blushed ferociously, grabbed her escort's arm and headed directly for the exit, getting off at the next stop.
Toni repeated her gesture with the next person who occupied the appropriate spot, a tall black man in an afro and large gold-rimmed glasses.
The black man submitted passively to Toni's manipulation and when she readied to take away her hand, his fingers grabbed her by the wrist and forced her to maintain the pressure for a while longer on his cock.
Finally, the stranger relinquished his grip on Toni's wrist and Toni, surprised herself for once, drew it away. But not before the man had whispered to her over the noise of the train: "You can keep on doing this as long as you wish, honey, but it's not gonna git you nowhere. I'm as queer as a three-dollar bill and you're never going to change it."
And then, as if to prove that what's sauce to the goose is sauce, too, to the gander, he insinuated his hand between Toni and Carl and proceeded to grope-not the vanquished Toni but the surprised and rampant Carl.
Toni and Carl got off at Sixty-eighth Street and walked back downtown and then cross-town to near the East River, heading straight for the penthouse apartment where they knew Frank and Judy were hopefully awaiting them.
They were, indeed.
Frank was dressed for action: short bikini briefs made of leopard spotted fur.
Judy was dressed more elaborately in a see-through blouse of black silk that showed and emphasized the thrust of her breasts more than it hid it.
The blouse was knotted just over her bared bellybutton and on her hips she wore a red leather miniskirt that reminded Toni of the red crinkle-vinyl skirt she had worn the night before.
Again she wore boots, boots of soft shiny black leather that, like on the night before, buckled well over her knees.
The introductions were brief, punctuated by Judy's elaborate kissing that explored first Carl's masculine mouth, probing her femininity with a deeply curling tongue. Frank's tongue and his hand on Toni's breasts, was something of an anti-climax after that.
"I'm so glad you both came," Judy purred after a decent pause. "Especially you, Toni. I thought you might have been, you know, a bit mad at us after what we did last night. I mean, tricking you and all that."
Toni smiled to suggest that all was forgiven.
"And I'm so glad that you brought your friend, and such a handsome one, too, I'm sure you and I are going to become very good friends," she said coyly for Carl's benefit.
When Frank had brought in drinks and all had partaken, Carl suddenly took on a very serious air.
"I don't really know either of you," he said. "All I know is a bit of what Toni told me before we came, while we were riding up on the subway."
Judy cast an apprehensive glance at Toni, asking with her eyes how much her victim-companion of the night before had told this newly intended victim.
Toni smiled back with an air of reassurance as if to say that their little secret was safe with her-for the moment, anyway.
"After all, I don't know who you are or what you're after," Carl continued. "You might be sex maniacs or you might be cops. You know how we usually check on each other, don't you?"
Frank gave a quick laugh that seemed to contain the seed of nervousness.
"Taking off our clothes, you mean? It seems rather unnecessary." He indicated with a sweep of his hand his own near nakedness and the transparent cover-up effected by his companion.
"For all you know, we might be cops, too," Carl suggested.
"But it's so unnecessary."
"Not for me."
Frank rose, slipped off his fur briefs and stood naked before them, his cock hanging limply between his thighs like a question mark.
"And you-" Carl hinted at Judy.
Judy stood up and slowly, sensuously, unbuttoned her blouse. Her tits were as fine and as perfect as Toni's praises had suggested to Carl, but he was disappointed in a way because naked and exposed to full gaze they were somehow less alluring to him than when they had been covered.
"My skirt, too?" Judy asked.
"But of course."
Judy raised it up to show she was wearing nothing underneath. Her cunt hair was matted but as she stood there with her skirt raised and Carl staring at it intensely, the lips of her cunt seemed to blush with self-embarrassment and slowly the lips parted moistly as if intent on asking a question.
"Enough?" Judy asked.
"No, take it off."
Judy did so, petulantly. She turned around a couple of times first with her skirt raised, showing her cunt and the globes of her ass, then she tugged at the buckle that held her leather skirt together and the tiny slip of a skirt opened up and fell away.
She tossed it over her shoulder ' like a stripper at a show. Then she sat down, bare from the thighs up, on a heavily padded black leather sofa.
"You forgot your boots," Carl reminded her. "They cover a lot of territory, you know. I want to see you all, all of you that is!"
"You'll have to help me off with them," Judy suggested, offering a promise with a lick of her tongue over her moist lips.
"Sure," Carl replied.
"No, not so easy. First you have to take off your clothes, too, including your boots. After all, what's sauce for this goose, is sauce for your gander, too."
Carl looked as if he had been waiting for this invitation. He undid his leather vest and threw it over the back of a chair. Then he took off his black and gold striped shirt and placed it over his suede vest.
He stood poised for a moment with his massive chest bared, and toyed with the temptation to pirouette as Judy had done. Instead he inserted his thumbs under his waistband and stood there for a while, his hips thrust forward suggestively.
He gave a quick tug of his belt, undid it, undid his zipper and let the pants fall to his ankles.
He bent down, unstrapped his cowboy boots, took them off one after the other, then stepped' out of his red velvet pants. He remained dressed in only his undershorts and bandana. The shorts came off and he stood there, naked, tall and proud. His cock, feeling the caress of fresh air, quivered and stiffened slightly.
Carl smiled, as if in response to the hardly suppressed gasps of admiration from his audience.
"And that thing around your neck," Judy said, a smile of tit-for-tat in her voice.
Carl, obedient, took it off and placed it as a marker atop his clothes.
"And now for you, dear," Judy purred, turning toward Toni. "And don't bother taking off your sandals for me. I like what they do for your thighs."
Toni needed little invitation.
She stripped off her thin T-shirt and threw it on Carl's pile, then pulled off her hot pants. Her tits stood out proudly but she held on to her panties for a moment, allowing her audience to gaze at the red heart that neatly covered her pubis.
"You'll want these off, too, won't you?" she asked, demurely.
Without waiting for a reply, she slowly and sensuously rolled her panties down off her crotch, down her thong-covered thighs, over her knees, off her ankles, and stepped out of them. The panties went to complete Carl's pile.
There was a minute of silence. Frank was sitting down uncomfortably at the edge of his chair; Judy was sitting on the leather-covered sofa, nude except for her black boots, waiting.
Carl stood secure and proud in the altogether, his cock which had hardened was now soft and limp again but it was still a good four or five inches long in the retracted stage, a sure sign of things to come. Toni was standing straight and unselfconscious in her thonged sandals, swaying slightly from the lips and surveying her hosts with a smile of delight.
It was Judy who broke the silence.
"Well, lover boy," she said to Carl. "You seem to forget what you intended to do."
Carl took the hint, and approached the sitting girl who now extended one booted leg for his attention.
"Say pretty please," she cooed.
Carl kneeled down between her legs and laid his hand on the extended boot. He admired the leg, so well shaped, so well shod.
The leather was stretched over calf and lower thigh and it sagged in soft folds over the flexed knee. He allowed his hands to stray over the boot for a minute or two, feeling its softness and smoothness and sensing the surge of pulsating flesh underneath. Judy kicked her heel, as if with impatience, and the thrust transferred itself through Carl's expectant body, sending a thrill that stirred him to the roots of his cock.
"Make love to me, if you wish," Judy said, sarcastically, "Not to my boot!"
Carl needed little urging!
His hands coursed once more over the boot, upwards, faster, over the knee, over the top of the boot, then to the exciting line where boot and thigh met.
He stroked the bare flesh sensuously and, taking the route by the soft inside of Judy's thigh, he worked his way, more slowly, now, inch by inch, to the very apex of her thigh, 'til he reached the crux of her crotch.
His hand cupped her pubis, his fingers found the wet gash and opened it. Two fingers went in and played about inside, then suddenly and cruelly he drew away his hand from her pulsating and hungry snatch and busied himself at the buckle that held her black boot to her milky white thigh.
He undid the buckle, found the zipper, then slowly peeled it back down the back of her thigh, the back of her knee, the back of her leg, letting his fingers trail over the flesh it exposed.
The boot opened up into twin wings that hung loosely in soft folds of black.
When he'd opened up the zipper to its fullest extent, he grasped both flaps of the boot in two loving hands and gently removed the boot, peeling it off like a banana, taking it right off her foot.
He grasped the foot in his hand and stroked it as if he felt pity for the flesh that had been so tightly imprisoned for so long. From the toes he stroked upward again, up the calf, up over the knee, along the thigh, and played once more at the front of her sex, fingers dipping once more in the swishy cunt juices.
As before, he pulled his hand away from Judy's cunt with a brutal suddenness to busy himself taking off the other boot. He lingered over this task again, taking his time and thrilling to the touch of the booted leg, then reluctantly almost, he peeled it off and felt his way along the whole leg, ending up, once again, at the crotch, which he fingered thoroughly, first with two digits inside the dripping cunt, then with three, and then with four.
Frank seemed to have become uncomfortable.
"Well," he said, a question rather than a statement. "Was that all you wanted? Now are you looking at Judy's cunt for some sort of hidden weapon? You should know better than that. All our weapons are on display, like this-" And for emphasis he held up his cock.
Carl pretended a laugh.
"Yes, of course, I'm being selfish. I guess we could all go on with what we intended to do. But I must say, I don't see anyone getting ready to make that so-called movie. Where's the lights and the camera?"
Frank muttered something that sounded like a half-hearted apology about lack of time and other opportunities.
"Well, if that's the case, we can go about having fun in the meantime," Carl suggested. "I've brought along some items of costume you might enjoy."
He picked up his suede shoulder bag and groped inside. The first thing that came to hand was a pair of shiny tights made of heavy, stretchy black rubber.
"These will fit you, Frank," he said, offering them to his surprised host. Frank fingered them as if not quite sure what they were intended for.
"You put them on," Carl said, "on your legs and over your ass. Keep your cock and balls in place."
Frank laughed to show he knew a good joke when he heard one-and this wasn't one of those. But he stepped into the tights as directed.
They were a tight fit and quite restrictive but Frank was surprised how comfortable they felt as he was putting them on and how even more comfortable it was to be wearing them.
They gripped his legs and thighs tightly and dug hard into his crotch, constricting the blood and forcing it into his cock which hardened visibly against the taut glossy black.
In the back it gripped him with equal tightness, rounding his buttocks and emphasizing the deep cleft between them.
"Funny," Frank said, "they're sort of uncomfortable and yet very, very pleasant."
"Try walking in them," Carl suggested. "That will give you an extra dimension."
Frank did as Carl had suggested. He walked around the room, tentatively at first, feeling the strange transmission of sensation from one section of his body to another, feeling the sensation flow and undulate as he walked and muscles alternately flexed and relaxed.
He heard the sound, too, a pleasant swish-swish and a scraping of the soft rubber against itself as his thighs moved over each other, he walked backwards and forwards with growing reassurance, like a man trying on shoes in a store, and when he had satisfied himself he sat down though with some reluctance, and felt himself drawing his knees against each other and his thighs one along the other.
"And I have something for you," Carl said, holding up a similar-looking pair of tights in black for Judy. They were similar but made of an even heavier gauge so that they were tighter and less giving, and Carl helped Judy get into them with obvious relish on both sides.
When Carl had helped fit the black rubber tights closely over Judy's ass and into her crotch, Judy said suddenly, "Ow!" She paused and went on, "that's funny, it sort of stings but it's nice!"
"Ah, yes," Carl said knowingly, "that's a special fitting, for women only. It feels good, doesn't it?"
Judy had to admit it did. She walked up and down, as Frank had done before her, and the main difference was that as she walked and swung her ass, her tits bounced and jounced with obvious joy.
She enjoyed her walk and she enjoyed the sharp stabs of pain she felt in her cunt, jabs she couldn't explain any more than she could explain why the sharp pain should be so pleasurable.
Carl knew, of course, he knew of the strip of rubber that fitted inside the pants in the strategic place where it would push into a woman's cunt and force it open. He knew too that inside the special wedge of rubber there were deeply imbedded a row of carpet tacks set in deeply with only their razor-sharp points projecting for a tiny fraction of an inch.
He knew that as Judy sat and even more as she walked and also anytime her cunt twitched, those microscopic pin points would press into the delicate membranes at the mouth of her twat and send shivers of delightful pain right through her body.
Frank saw what the black tights were doing to his companion and mistress. He knew what his own were doing to him and by observing Judy, he realized that there was some extra magic provided for her by Carl and he became both envious and jealous.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hey," Frank said, "what are you giving her that's so special? What about me?"
"I have the very thing!" Carl said. He probed in his equipment bag and came up with a rubber shirt made of the same heavy fabric of which Judy's tights were made.
"Put your hands together behind your back, like this," he ordered. Frank complied and in a minute Carl had passed a heavy rubber strap over the m holding them together loosely but securely behind Frank's back.
"-and the shirt goes over that," he said, slipping the shirt over Frank's surprised and unsuspecting head. The shirt had no sleeves, but seemed to have allowed provision for the hands and arms behind Frank's back. It fitted right over his shoulders, right over his trapped arms and came down to well over his ass. Carl smoothed the tight rubber over the top of his ass and down the front of his belly, feeling with approval the hard bump made by the firmly constrained prick.
Then he smoothed the rubber firmly under the crotch from both sides, front and back, and hastened a heavy industrial fastener so that the rubber vest was closed over the crotch like a combination suit-and effectively imprisoned Frank's arms and hands in such a way that he couldn't possibly release them himself. Frank was thus imprisoned as though in a straightjacket.
"What-what-" Frank sputtered, with a mixture of anger, surprise and fear. He tried to release his arms, to no avail, but in his struggle he over-balanced and fell to the rug. For a moment he lay there, stunned, then started kicking his legs.
"Oh dear!" Carl said. "How unfortunate. But I can't let you hurt yourself." He reached into his bag for a large leather strap which he quickly and deftly placed around Frank's ankles. Frank lay there helpless-except for his voice that he now used to good purpose to urge his girl, Judy to help him and to overpower the intruder-visitor and come to his aid.
Judy seemed otherwise preoccupied and Carl had an easy answer to Frank's vocal problem. He seized a rubber ball, placed it between Frank's teeth and slipped a rubber band over his neck and jaws to hold the ball securely in place.
Now Frank was completely bound, fettered and gagged-but his eyes and his ears could follow the action.
Something was happening to Judy. She seemed to be crazy with desire. She had both hands in her rubber-covered crotch and she was scraping and pulling away at the space in there as if in a frenzy.
The more she pulled and the more she scraped, the more she scratched her tender tissues with the cruel pin points, and the more she scratched herself there, the greater were her desires and the more she itched for relief.
She could, of course, very simply have taken off the pants since her hands were free and taking them off would have been a very simple act.
But Carl had correctly assessed human nature and he knew that though she itched her desire was more to have it continue than to take off the source of her pleasurable torment.
"It itches," Carl said, a statement that held a question and an affirmation at the same time. "But nice, right?"
Judy, in her torment of desire, could only nod.
"It won't help you to just scratch away there," Carl told her, "all it will do is make you even hotter for sex. You'll never be able to come that way-and you'll never want to stop."
Judy was poking away at her rubber-covered twat in a frenzy of passion. Perspiration was dropping off her face and smearing her make-up. Her tits were jouncing and the nipples were hard and engorged.
"Would you like me to put a bra on your breasts, just like those tights?" Carl asked.
Judy recoiled in horror. "Oh, no please don't! It's crazy. Please stop it. Please let me come somehow. Don't make it worse. Don't!"
She panted heavily and tried to find release from her painful pleasure.
"Not on my nipples-"
She let the sentence trail off in a plea. A plea for something. A plea that might have been a request for Carl to stop, to not add any more to the limitless strain on her nerve endings. And it might have been a plea for more of the same.
Carl readied a bra of glossy black fabric. Heavy, but not as heavy as the fabric of which her tights were made.
He caught Judy's heavy tits in the glossy cups of the bra, lifted them, then pulled the bra tight in the back. It didn't need shoulder straps to stay in place on the well-endowed figure of the young Judy.
Carl did nothing more. The small circle of tiny pin-pricks that surrounded each nipple was doing its own work.
Carl sat down on a large leather chair on which a white fur throw had been placed. He leaned back and surveyed his two victims.
The scene was giving Carl pleasure.
Toni surveyed Carl. She saw his pleasure-all nine inches of it sticking up ramrod straight. It gave her pleasure-and desire.
Toni looked from Carl's rigid cock to the writhing figure of Frank, bound in black rubber, unable to get free. And from the writhing Frank, her gaze wandered to Judy, her white skin contrasting lusciously with the heavy black gloss of her rubber tights and rubber bra.
Judy was in agony-and enjoying her agony in her own way. She seemed to be possessed of half-a-dozen hands. Some of the hands were groping frantically at her cunt, trying to relieve the unbearable itch-and simply adding fuel to the flame of her lust.
Other hands were tearing at her breasts, causing irritation of the soft flesh, comforting the rigid nipples that seemed embedded with a thousand painful thorns.
"No, baby," Carl said mockingly. "None of us here's going to do anything for you. And your trussed-up lover boy over there certainly isn't in any sort of a position to do anything for you, either. The question isn't what we'll do for you, but what you'll do for us!"
"Anything!" The words came out like a plea, a request, begging.
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything."
"That's too general. I want to know something specific you'd do."
"I'll go down on you and blow you."
Carl laughed.
"Don't laugh. I give very good blow jobs. I'm an expert. I'm unusually good. Just ask Frank, he'll tell you how good."
"You ask Frank!"
Judy saw the irony of it with her lover companion gagged and trussed. Her own helplessness suddenly came home to her and she burst into sobs that seemed to start deep in her belly.
She sobbed like a woebegone child and all the cruel beauty and femininity that had once been hers', dissolved now in her abject misery. She was indeed a sorry sight to behold.
"You'd hardly think that a blow job from you in the state you're in now is going to give me much pleasure," Carl said.
Judy sobbed more deeply.
"Think of something else you could do for me!"
"I could, I could, I know something. I haven't done it often, only for Frank, and then on only special occasions."
Carl rejected her offer out of hand, without even bothering to listen. "If you haven't done it much, then obviously you're not much good at it. Suggest something else."
"Around the world. That's what I was going to suggest. I told you I'm a very good cock-sucker. I'll suck your balls, too, And then I'll, you know, I'll suck, I mean, I'll lick, you know, your ass."
"My asshole you mean. Use the right word in my presence and don't try to run away from the meaning with your other words."
"I'll lick around your asshole!"
"That's a start, but you're going to do more than just lick around it. You're going to suck right inside it. You're going to stick your tongue into my asshole and shove it right in and lap up whatever comes out."
"Yes," Judy said with abject resignation. "And you're going to enjoy it."
"Please, yes." Her face lit up in expectation. She was going to be allowed to do something and, by having someone submit, she would in effect have something done to her. Something, anything, if only to have a stinky asshole wrapped around her tongue.
Carl sensed the trip she was on. He could see she was beginning to work up some enthusiasm. That meant she was going to manipulate her will into enjoying the situation that was supposed to cause her only shame and humiliation.
"No, that won't do. You'll enjoy it too much. Something else."
"Piss on me."
"Phooey."
"Shit on me!"
"And stink up the whole apartment? Not me. I want to do something I'll enjoy. I can get to shit on any shitbowl if I want to. I don't need your body to substitute for the white porcelain of the john."
"What do you want?"
"I'm planning on shoving my cock in your mouth at the right opportunity. I want to check on the reputation you say you've established with Frank as a high class cock suckeress!"
He saw Judy's face light up with anticipation and he was quick to dash her hopes.
"Not so simple. I'm not going to let you blow me yet. You'll have to do something else before I let you enjoy yourself. I want to see you suffer, First."
"But I am suffering."
"Good, then suffer some more."
Carl pointedly had Toni get off his lap. She got off reluctantly and he stood up, his cock projecting, wet and glossy, hard and angry.
"Come," he said to Toni, putting his arm around her bare shoulder and playfully squeezing her breast with his fingers. "Let's leave that silly wench alone for a while to enjoy her itches. We'll have our fun with her boy friend meanwhile."
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the dejected figure of the abject Judy, as she curled up sadly into a fetal position digging frantically at her fiery cunt and her itchy nipples.
He turned his back on her and approached the squirming black clad figure of the trussed up male victim.
"What'll we do with him?" Carl asked Toni, indicating the man with a kick into his rubber covered ass and evincing more squirming.
"We could whip him," Toni suggested, remembering her own abuse at the monster's hands less than twenty-four hours earlier.
"No, he'd enjoy that, the perverted so-and-so. We couldn't get through the rubber hard enough to make him really hurt, and I'm damned if I'll let him get out of that suit so easily."
"We could twist his arm."
"And tear the suits? You're crazy. Those suits cost me an arm and a leg."
"I could stamp on his equipment."
"That sounds better."
"Like this?" Toni said and rammed her pretty foot hard on the region of his crotch. Frank tried to draw up his legs to protect his vulnerability, but his reflexes were slowed in the tight constraint of his rubber suit and shirt and before he could do anything the foot had landed heavily on his balls.
He would have screamed-but the rubber ball between his teeth stopped that. His face however, reflected his fear and terror-and then his relief after the blow had landed, relief that it hadn't been worse.
"Those sandals are too light," Carl said, his voice registering disappointment.
"I could put on Judy's boots. I know they'd fit me, because she made me wear her other pair last night at one point."
Again the look of terror passed over Frank's face and his body trembled.
"That'll keep. I like you in those sandals. Keep the boots for later."
"I could scrunch him with my hands."
"Perfect. You know what, you could squat on his face. It won't be any fun for him if he can't eat you. And then you can lean forward and wrench his balls."
As if on cue, Frank's face registered once again the flash of terror and agony. He was lying on his beak, his arms pinioned behind him, fastened by the rubber strap and locked doubly-firm by the sleeveless rubber shirt that encased him from neck to crotch.
Carl unceremoniously tugged at his legs and straightened them, then he sat on his feet to keep them down.
Toni took up her position astride Frank. She stood for a moment, her feet apart, towering directly over Frank's upturned face and allowing him to gaze up in hunger and in fear at her yawning gash, dripping with its juices, directly over his upturned nose.
She bent her knees and slowly, tantalizingly, erotically, she lowered her ass, inch by inch, bringing her open cunt closer and closer to her victim's helpless gaze.
When she had lowered her ass as far as she comfortably could, she changed her position and kneeled astride him, facing toward his feet, with her delectable cunt only six inches above his helpless gaze.
Then suddenly, whack! She brought her ass down heavily and quickly on his face, squashing him with her weight and knocking what was left of his breath right out of him.
She gave him no time to recover but brought her thighs closer together around his face, effectively strangling him. Then she pivoted on her ass and bend forward.
Her hands found his cock, outlined straight and rigid under the heavy rubber binding. It was pointing obliquely at a point about two inches to the right of his bellybutton.
She grabbed it near the point and pressed as hard as she could with a finger and thumb. The rubber served as a protective casing and absorbed the full pressure of her fingers in part, but part of the squeezing effect came through. She squeezed harder, yet and felt his legs tremble. She squeezed as hard as she could and traveled her hand down the length of his hard cock, inch by inch, squeezing and pinching.
Then she reached the base of his cock. She could feel where it ended through the double thickness of stretched rubber. She dug in with her fingers and was rewarded by frantic squirming.
She shifted her ass to come down more heavily on his face and scrunched up her thighs to better imprison him and keep him immobile.
Her fingers dug hard into the base of his cock and then her other hand came down on his balls.
She squeezed her hands. She could feel the balls rubbing over each other. She squeezed harder. The balls under the heavy rubber seemed to have fused into one. She took the fused ball and tightened it further. She put her left hand over her right hand, so as to compress it even more. And when she had squeezed as much as she could, she started twisting, from the wrist.
It wasn't easy!
A layer of perspiration had gathered between the man's cock and his enveloping suit of rubber. The rubber seemed to slip over his balls. She redoubled her efforts to maintain a firm grip on the balls despite the slipperiness of the rubber. She was succeeding.
She twisted and turned and continued twisting. She felt his body underneath her, and his head between her naked thighs, attempting to squirm in the agony of his pain.
She twisted more and then suddenly the man's body stopped twitching. The muscles relaxed. He had fainted into blessed oblivion.
"No use kicking a dead horse."
It was Carl who broke the silence. He did, nevertheless, do just that, giving the rubber clad figure of the unconscious man a shove with his foot that sent his body over and onto its side, his face turned toward the wall.
"Let's see what our live body is doing," Carl continued.
The live body was that of Judy-and she was very much alive!
She looked as if she had been galvanized into a frenzy. Not enough that her cunt and her nipples were aflame from the itching pinprick set inside the rubber garments, not enough that her attempts to relieve her itching served to spread the blazing fires from their original focus to all parts of her body.
No, not enough. Her unbearable tension and excitement had been further aroused by the brutal victimization that her lover companion had been forced to submit to at the hands and body of the naked girl who had entered her home as her guest and visitor-and intended victim!
Now it was Judy who was the victim and Toni who was doing the victimizing, a complete reversal of the situation as it had obtained the night before.
And in the double switch, Judy felt herself changing places with her victim-victimizer. In her hallucinatory frenzy she saw herself as taking the place of her naked guest on the rubber clad body of her lover.
It was she, Judy, who was wrenching at Frank's testicles with such utter ferocity-and personal delight.
It was then that Judy was experiencing the thrill of causing the most intense pain imaginable to a man's most treasured and most vulnerable possession.
Toni's excitement had become her own and, adding them to her own thrills and pains under the fiery pinpricks, it had tormented her beyond endurance.
And, in addition, Judy's senses were thrown in a new turmoil. She was also Frank. Her lover, herself. Under the naked woman tormentor. Under the naked woman who seemed to have taken her place. She was that man trussed up in his stretch rubber, having his face squashed by the cunt and the ass of the delectable young girl.
Hers was the prick straining against its rubber confinement. Hers were the balls being squashed and twisted, squashed and twisted. She was Frank being violated by the beautiful young woman with the slender body and the full tits. It was her face and her head that were being squashed between those juicy thighs, her shoulders against which the golden legs in their thonged Greek sandals were pressing.
The pinpricks against Judy's cunt became the torments against her imaginary balls. The darts pressing against her tender tissues became the agony as nerve fibers were being twisted in her imaginary testicles sending agony of pain through her groin and shooting along her spine to her brain. She was this man as she was the woman on top of him and as she was the woman observer of it all suffering the joys of sexual thrills and agonies. She knew she was hallucinating, she knew she really wasn't all these other people, she knew she could by cold reason reassure herself as to her identity and escape the terrors that she was suffering vicariously as Frank-but she knew that she didn't wish to stop suffering his pains any more than she wished to stop the excruciating itch of the pinpricks at cunt and nipples.
She could step out of her role as Frank and step out of her assumed role as Toni and revert to being herself, just as easily as she could simply divest herself of the garments that Carl had made her dress in.
She knew-but very consciously and deliberately she refused to step out of her role or out of her garments. She was in torment and she wished to remain in torment.
"She acts like a crazed filly."
The words, spoken by Toni, pulled Judy out of her reveries.
"Think of something for her to do," Carl replied to his companion. "Can't let her simply haze around in her own personal pleasures. She ought to be broken. Any filly her age who's never been broken in isn't worth much to anyone!"
"Is she ready to be ridden?" Toni inquired, her eyes sparkling.
"Probably, but you'll have to be equipped for that." Carl fumbled in his ample equipment bag and came up with an ivory-topped riding crop that had a doubled length of leather strap attached to one end so that it might serve also as a handy flail.
"You might like to wear boots for this," Carl suggested.
"No, not yet. I think I'll stay in my sandals. They're breezier. Do you have any spurs I can wear on my ankles, perhaps?"
"Yes, just one thing." Carl groped in his bag again and came up with a pair of iron bracelets fitted with wicked-looking spikes, each two inches long. He kneeled down at Toni's feet and prepared to place the bracelets around her ankles.
Toni raised her left foot and held it ready for her friend. It was a delectable foot, one that Carl had seen and fondled a thousand times but each time it gave him a new thrill. He caressed it gently with both hands and slowly let his fingers trace their way over the foot, up the ankle, over her shin and calves. He felt the slight bulging of the flesh and the smoothness of the skin contrasting with the tighter and harsher texture of the leather thongs that crisscrossed it. His desires were aroused and he placed his lips gently against the flesh his fingers had caressed and slowly and sensuously worked his way up her leg, letting his tongue lap skin and leather, savoring the taste and the differing textures with both tongue and lips.
Carl's mouth reached the knee and continued up. His tongue discovered the new softer softness of the thighs and took the inside route where the skin was softest and smoothest.
He passed up beyond the leather lacing and continued to where the skin was unconstrained, getting closer and closer to Toni's delectable cunt. The smell of her sexual passions was overwhelming and it took a tremendous effort on Carl's part to control himself and not plunge headlong with his tongue and his lips into the heady excitement offered by her oozing pussy.
With supreme effort, he pulled himself away and felt his own torture, the tantalizing self-denial, of being so close to his desires and wants and yet having to pull himself away in order to get on with his more important and more pressing task.
He sat back on his haunches and applied the iron bracelet around his girl friend's neat ankle. He kissed the ankle and kissed the bracelet, letting the points of the spikes prick his lips, savoring the salty taste of his own blood that he was sacrificing against her spike.
Toni put down the foot and raised the other foot.
Carl touched that one, too. He lingered over this foot even longer, kissing it all the way from the toes to the ankle and from the ankle to the knee and from the knee up the thigh.
This time he went further than before, letting his beard graze the inside of her thigh and letting his tongue lap for one brief moment, tantalizing to them both, against the moist oozings of her gaping cunt.
Once again he pulled himself away with a supreme effort and proceeded to fasten the other bracelet around the ankle. Again he kissed it and this time he pressed his whole face against the projecting spikes.
Toni saw what Carl desired. She bent down, presenting her buttocks to the gaze of the fascinated Judy, and, grasping Carl's hairy head with both hands, she forced it down to within inches of the floor.
Then she slowly brought her ankles together, squeezing Carl gently between the points of her spikes until little dots of red blood appeared around his forehead, and she let him remain there, submitting to the pressures she forced on him and th pains she was making him suffer on her behalf.
It was Carl, again, who broke the spell. With his hands he forced Toni's ankles apart, thus stopping the delightful tortures he was experiencing.
"You're ready," Carl announced. "Now you can ride her, as you like it."
Toni advanced on Judy, brandishing her riding crop. She gave a few practice lashes with the leather-straps to those parts of Judy's back that were bared and found that it would give her satisfaction.
"Bend down!" she ordered, punctuating her remarks with more lashes. "On all fours. Let me ride you. Quick! Make it quick!"
Judy responded in haste.
Toni placed herself astride her mount's back and took a new, shorter grip on her riding crop so that she could wield it more easily.
"Forward!" she ordered, adding a couple of blows for good measure.
Judy started moving forward with all the haste she could muster without losing her balance or her stride.
"Faster!" Toni ordered and dug her spiked anklets into the flesh of Judy's calves so that Judy screamed with the pain.
"Stop that whinnying!" Toni used the crop again to let Judy know she was in earnest.
The blows this time around were harder and Judy gave an indication of the pain she was suffering by the volume of her scream.
"A very uncooperative horse," Carl commented. "We'll have to do something about that!!!"
CHAPTER FIVE
He rummaged in his equipment bag once more and produced a collection of leather straps. A leather collar went around Judy's neck, then a long strap was passed through her crotch, fastening to the collar at the back of her neck and the other end passing between her breasts and fastening to a ring at the front of her throat. Carl pulled it tight so that it pressed deeply into her crotch and fastened it tightly at the throat.
The strap passing over the crotch pressed tightly against the rubber tights and these therefore pressed even more tightly into the vulnerable tissues of Judy's cunt. The pinpricks dug in deeper, lacerating the skin and causing her agonies of pain.
Judy cried out again. Toni lashed her but the lashing did nothing to reduce the noise.
"She needs a bridle," Carl said. "I have just the thing!"
He produced a broad piece of leather with a hard leather' projection that he forced between Judy's teeth. A strap fastened it tightly around her head, effectively gagging her. Then he attached a short strap to rings set at either side of her head and gave Toni the reins.
Toni seized the reins, dug her spiked anklets into Judy's legs, applied the crop to the bared part of her back, and propelled her forward.
Around and around Toni went, riding on Judy's back. Judy crawled over the floor on hands and knees, feeling her whole body tormented and tortured, every opening squeezed and pressed, every inch of her flesh suffering pricks and abuse.
As if the pinpricks at her cunt and around her nipples were not enough, as if the new indignities she was being made to suffer, from spiked anklets to painful bridle, from straps in front and riding crop lashes on back and the weight of the woman on top of her, were not themselves exceeding the bearable limit, Carl came up with a new torture.
He scattered tiny sharp tacks on he rug so that their points bit into Judy's hands, knees and feet as she moved.
Every time Judy trod on a tack she screamed and reared and every time she altered her gait she felt the full force of the blows from Toni's riding crop and the painful incisions from the spikes at her ankles that served as spurs.
"She's ready to learn galloping," Carl said. "A sprightly filly. Let her go."
"To your feet!" Toni ordered, using as usual, her crop and her spurs to make sure her order was immediately complied with.
Judy lumbered to her feet. Toni clasped her legs around Judy's waist, crossing them over her belly and making sure the spikes did not damage the expensive rubber tights.
She cupped her hands around her mount's breasts, relinquishing the reins and directing her now with pulls and tweakings at the pained and painful breasts, so that they were unaware Left, right, right, left, she ordered her mount and gave herself over to the joys of having a woman as her slave, doing her bidding, and carrying her where she wished.
Frank had gradually recovered, He stirred, opened his eyes, and tried to sit up.
Carl noticed it. "Say, man, you want to get into the action?" he asked.
Frank gurgled something behind his gag.
"Well," Carl drawled, "I guess we can do something to please you." He grabbed Frank by the head and dragged him into the middle of the room.
"Obstacle chase!" he announced and Toni, with great glee, started ordering her steed to jump over her companion's prostrate body, again and again.
When Judy became exhausted from the exertions that Toni had forced on her, the latter refused to relent.
She forced her on, making her devote the last of her energies and when she no longer had the strength to lift her legs, Toni made her step directly on Frank's prostrate body, stumbling and staggering over it with the heavy weight of the rider on her back.
Finally, the exercise became a bore, both for Toni and for Carl.
"I'm really sweaty." Toni announced." feel quite worn out. Let's do something else." She ordered her mount to lie down and got off her back.
"Think of something," Carl said. "I have to go to the john to crap."
Judy's eyes lit up with fear and anticipation of fear. She gurgled something behind her leather gag and moved her hands as if to defend herself from something unknown.
"She thinks you want to crap on her," Toni said. "Remember when you asked her what she'd do."
Behind her gag, Judy nodded, as if to indicate that she at least remembered, perhaps to indicate her assent to such an abuse of her body.
"I don't know," Carl said. "I'm afraid she'd enjoy it too much, the perverse bitch. But I have an urge crap! No, I just can't go through with that, it's too disgusting, even for this fucking bitch!"
"Well, what do you think?" Toni asked, wondering what the next devious thing her lover-partner would dream up to do to humiliate the cunt who had caused her such pain as the day before.
"Bring her into the bathroom, now," Carl said.
Judy was trembling again, her face behind her gag looked distressed.
"What about him?" Toni asked, indicating the fettered body of Frank on the floor. "We're going to leave him here or do we get him to join in? "
"Drag him over here to watch. By his hair!"
Carl added.
Judy went into the bathroom with a display of reluctance but nevertheless an open willingness. Carl followed. Then came Toni, dragging Frank by his not quite long enough hair.
"Lie down on the floor!" Carl ordered.
Judy hastened to comply, and went down on the floor, face down and bottom up.
"No, on your back!"
Judy turned over.
"Take off her gag, Toni," Carl requested his companion.
Toni took off Judy's leather gag and she could be seen taking in deep lungfuls of air. Her face, which had been somewhat bluish despite her exertions, now took on a deep ruddy flesh.
"Might as well take off her harness, too," Carl suggested.
Toni removed the straps that went around Judy's neck and came up in her crotch. She used the opportunity to grab deep and hard in Judy's crotch, sending the pin pricks in half a dozen new directions, and she grabbed and pinched the bulbous tits through their glossy rubber covering, tweaking and twisting as hard as she could so that beads of perspiration formed on Judy's lips and she was forced to clench her teeth to stifle the scream that wanted to escape.
Carl stepped up to Judy's body and dug his bare heel into her crotch. He moved his foot and pressed on her belly. Then, like a man testing the temperature of the water before he ventures in, he pressed with his heel on her tits, first this one, then its companion.
That finished, he put his foot on her nose and pressed, put his hell into her mouth and forced it open.
His prick was now hard-had it ever been soft since they'd first entered Frank's apartment-and he squatted by Judy's head and forced his prick into it, deeply.
Judy sucked expertly and with evident pleasure.
"Not bad," Carl said. "She knows how to give head. You have her well-trained, Frank."
Frank, bound and gagged, seemed to brighten at the implied compliment.
Carl forced his cock in deeply.
Judy gagged but she was game. The tremendous cock slipped in, inch by inch, and Judy's throat seemed to have limitless proportions. She gagged when it pressed against the back of her throat and he watched her take a deep breath that moved her chest and inflated her belly. Then she overcame her gag reflex and admitted Carl's tremendous cock past the constriction of her throat.
From there on it was clear sailing. Carl could feel it sliding almost unobstructed down her throat as if down a slippery tunnel, and felt the massaging action of the constriction muscles that grabbed him around the shaft.
Once his cock was settled in, Carl rocked easily on his buttocks and let his cock slide in and out as if he was fucking her down her throat.
Judy was taking it with obvious pleasure. Her face was a mask of pure pleasure. She was putting all her body and all her mind into her exertions.
Her lips were sucking and pulling at the skin of his prick as if it was the choicest morsel in creation. Her hands had for once left the itching and burning in her cunt and were joyously groping and fondling the man who was raping her throat. They roamed all over, over his buttocks, into his ass, under the balls.
"Enough!" Carl announced.
He withdrew his cock and stood up. Then he squatted down on Judy's head again, facing her feet this time.
Judy knew what was expected of her. Her tongue reached out and she curled it softly and gently around the backs of Carl's cock.
From there she worked her way to his balls, sucking them, swallowing them, letting them out, swallowing them again, one, then the other, then both.
Her lips massaged his testicles as they went in, her tongue caressed them as they were in his mouth, then her lips caressed them again as they came out once more.
From his balls she moved back and up. Her lips explored the sensitive area in back of his balls, then her tongue found the opening of his ass and licked their way around the tight curled rim.
Carl felt himself opening. The lips of his anus were getting soft and relaxed. He felt excited as Judy continued sucking and licking away on him.
Toni, watching Judy's face, saw the eyes tearing wide. She seemed gripped in a frenzy of anticipatory excitement. Revulsion was written all over her face. Revulsion, but also desire.
Her paralysis seemed almost like a deliberate device, an attempt to stop herself from doing the natural, automatic, desirable thing and withdrew from the impending abuse and humiliation.
Paralysis was her way of accepting the perverse side of her nature against the dictates of her senses and morals.
She remained poised under Carl's ass with her mouth wide open, sucking away feverishly.
Suddenly, Carl stood up off her sucking face, cock roaring hard and looked down at his prisoner of lust.
"I'm through with you for now," he said, "and go get yourself clean. You smell like a pig! Take a shower, and a good one."
Judy turned to the bathtub and started running water without saying a word.
"As for you," Carl said, turning to the trussed-up figure of Frank, "I have further plans for you. I saw you gloating at what was happening to your little girlfriend. Such behavior is inexcusable. You'll have to be punished-and I'll to the honors, myself. Drag him back to the parlor, Toni. By his hair! We'll take care of him!"
Judy was getting into the tub. Carl strode ahead into the living room. Toni grabbed Frank by his hair again and started dragging him out of the bathroom.
She was glad that his rubber suit was made of really heavy material. Anything thinner, she was sure, would long ago have been tom to shreds by all the dragging backward and forward they were doing to him.
She dragged him back into the living room and deposited Frank at Carl's feet. Carl was sitting on a leather and chrome director's chair, taking his ease and fingering his cock which had remained soft for the present at least.
In his other hand he was holding a reefer, at which he puffed every few minutes and sucked the smoke deep down into his lungs.
"Give me a puff, too," Toni asked.
Carl obliged her.
They finished puffing on the joint and when it was down to a roach they lit up another and smoked that and then a third and a fourth.
By now Toni's senses were fully aroused and she saw the whole of the events in a new and colorful way. It was all a kaleidoscopic microcosm of the meaning of existence. She really dug what was happening.
"Are you going?" she started saying. Her voice was thick and slow and it surprised her how long it took from the moment it issued from her lips to the moment its sound reached her ears.
"Are we going, I mean, like, are we going to have fun with good old Frank? Well, we, like, punish him? Torture him?" The words were slow and spaced out-like her mind. "I'm going to, like, beat the shit out of him. Like, like he did to me last night!"
"Yeah, man," Carl drawled his reply. "I'll like to help you. I'll like to strip him out of that rubber shit and string him up just for you!"
"Far out, man, far fucking out!"
Neither said anything for a while.
There was work to be done.
Suddenly Toni asked, "But he'll be, like, dangerous without restraints, like he might beat us up." She thought for a moment. "Or even run away."
Carl gave it a long thought. Then he yawned and brought out a word, "Noooo!"
"I want to undo him," Toni requested. "He won't hurt me, will he?"
"He's docile now," Carl reassured her. "After a couple of hours in that rubber suit, one becomes docile. Gets used to it, sort of." Toni bent down over the reclining figure. Her first act was to remove the strap that held the rubber ball in place in his mouth. He gave a few deep breaths and she could see the ruddy color coming back to his face.
Her next step was to undo the fastening at his crotch. This time, again she fingered his crotch, but without the aggression she had shown earlier. She felt gently for his balls and sent them playfully through the squishy pouch of rubber, lubricated with his collected perspiration.
She undid the strap and slowly rolled the rubber shirt up over his belly, rolled it further off his chest, had to tug because of the tightness that held it close to his skin.
His arms, tied behind his back, were an obstruction as she tried to get the sleeveless shirt off him, then she reached the shoulders, and it came off his head fairly easily once she'd managed to pass the tight neck, first over chin, then over forehead.
His skin was wet and sticky from the hours of perspiration. Toni enjoyed the smell, the mixture of human sweat and heady rubber. She enjoyed, especially, the glistening of the beads of sweat in the hair of his chest.
Now she prepared to take off Frank's tights. She placed her fingers under the waistband and slowly rolled the shiny rubber down his waist and over his buttocks. Some of his hair adhered wetly to the rubber and as she rolled the tights down, they were caught up in the folds and tore painfully at Frank's skin.
Frank winced and Toni, for some unfathomable reason, felt pity for him in his pain rather than the delight she'd expected to feel.
Inch by inch she peeled down the thick rubber skin. Now the tip of his cock showed, boiled red like a lobster and wet and sticky as if it had come fresh out of a pot. Next came his balls and she caressed those for a moment.
Finally with Frank's assistance, she peeled the rubber suit inch 'by sticky, slippery inch off his thighs and legs.
The leg part seemed the hardest. Toni tried approaching the problem from all angles and finally settled on a frontal approach. She squatted over Frank's head and bent forward to work on the rubber covering of the legs.
Her cunt was right over Frank's face. Frank looked up with suddenly awakened desire.
Frank's cock sprung up at the same time with suddenly remembered desire.
Toni looked down Frank's suddenly sprung-up cock and felt herself drawn out of her pot-induced lethargy.
She inclined forward, while still in the act of tugging at the rubber tights, let her hair fall down to cover Frank's belly, let her head down, let her mouth open and swallowed up Frank's rigid dick.
At the same time, she was allowing herself to come lower. Her knees gave, her thong-strapped legs bent. She squatted lower and came down on Frank's face with her wide open cunt dripping.
Frank opened his mouth and impaled her cunt on his tongue.
Toni stretched out on Frank's wet chest and belly and took his cock deeply into her throat. She puckered her lips and sucked in her cheeks, creating a vacuum, then she pulled her face slowly up the shaft of his cock, massaging him with her gentle lips. It seemed an act of devotion almost. She no longer remembered her anger and hate for Frank, but only the tender moments of the night before, when he had fucked her and sucked her, long after the beating and whipping and shackling was over. Now she felt tender toward him. She wanted to suck him, to eat him, to eat him all up.
Suddenly Frank pushed her ass off his face, rolled her over and off his prick.
"I thought you wanted to whip me," he stated. "Shouldn't you get on with the task?"
"I'd rather eat you at this point, like you know." Toni's mind was still rather dazed from the pot. "Like, I think that would be a lot groovier. Like, you know, make love, not whip."
What she said seemed suddenly tremendously deep and meaningful to her. She sighed deeply with the full impact of what she'd said and then, for no reason at all, fell into an uncontrollable giggle.
Carl said nothing. Carl didn't intervene. He had been busy lighting up joints and smoking them one after another and he was off in a world entirely his own.
"What about make love and whip?" Frank asked. "You could whip me first and love me after, like, well, you know."
"Hey, I like what you say. You're a real pacifist, right? Turn the other cheek. Carl, say-"
Toni's voice drawled off while she sought to rewind the thread of her conversation.
"Carl, have you heard? Frank's one of us. He's kind of a pacifist. Like brotherly love and peace and love. Can't beat a man when he's down."
Carl mused on this information while he dragged long and deep on his grass.
"Dynamite!" he said suddenly, completely out of contest. "Dynamite."
"Let's all three make love," Toni announced or invited.
"Dynamite!"
But Carl, still smoking, made no move to join her on the floor with their former captive now turned docile pacifist.
Toni inched over to Frank and embraced his naked sweaty body.
Frank shrank back. "I need to be whipped," he announced and there was a plea in his voice. "I can't make love. Whip me, whip me!" He was almost sobbing, so intense was his need.
"Love me, love me!" Toni replied, her voice, too, almost like a sob. She clambered on Frank's body and he, unresisting pacifist that he had become after his incarceration in the rubber suit, could not make but little effort to protect his pacifist passivity against the demands and the erotic needs of his near-naked seductress.
Toni had the advantage. For one, Frank had started off on the ground. For another, Frank had been tied up for too long to be anything but docile and unresisting, and, for a third, it was a difficult matter for anyone to resist Toni's erotic advances.
Toni sank down on Frank's body and enveloped his naked and still sweaty thighs with her own, golden, gorgeous limbs.
She pressed her luscious tits to his hairy chest and clamped her lips to his. Her hair cascaded over Frank's face and hid him from view. Her legs twisted this way and that, her feet intertwined with his, and soon she was rewarded for her efforts.
Frank's cock stirred.
Then Frank's cock got harder.
Then his cock got longer.
Then Frank's cock rose tall and hard and straight as a tribute to Toni's restorative powers!
But Frank's cock wasn't anywhere to be seen.
Strange?
Not at all. Toni's hungry twat had opened wide and swallowed up her victim's cock for its full length.
"Fuck!" Toni screamed.
"Beat me!" Frank responded.
Toni was working energetically, pumping her body up and down on Frank's prostrate body as if she was the male on top doing all the work and he was the passive female underneath. The cock that slithered in and out between them seemed a double-ended tool that belonged more to the body on top than to the body underneath.
It wasn't exactly how Toni had wanted it. She would have preferred to have the position underneath, to have Frank fuck her, have Frank drive his tool deep into her crack, drive his cock high up her twat, ram it up and skewer her on the end of his meat, shove her and push her and split her wide on his huge love pole.
And it wasn't exactly what Frank wanted, either. He wanted to be passive, passive and receptive, open to whatever was coming-so long as it was painful and punishing and humiliating. Love and sex and sensual excitation were definitely not what his body craved at that moment.
Frank fought back.
Toni tried to turn him over and get him to be on top so that she could be underneath and achieve the full force of his battering ram. She struggled and fought with Frank.
Frank fought back for the privilege of not having to fight but having things done to him instead.
They rolled and twisted. Frank's cock slipped out. Frank's fingers formed involuntarily into claws and at the end of his claws the nails started scratching. Toni dug in with determination. She wrapped her legs around her victim and squeezed.
There was a loud scream of anguish from Frank.
And then Toni smelled blood!
She didn't know what had hit her!
She didn't know it was the spurs on her legs that she'd forgotten to take off that were now digging their way into Frank's eagerly receptive flesh. She was aware of only two things-the smell of blood and the screams of pain. That was enough!
Toni's flesh was aroused. Her blood was enflamed, her passions on fire, she lifted her hand that had, until that moment, been attempting to caress her, and with the full force of her body behind her she landed a resounding slap across his face.
"Beat me!" Frank blurted out. "Beat me good!"
Toni raised her hand again and gave him another slap and another.
Frank yowled, half in anger, half in joy.
Toni rose to her feet and stood over her victim. She raised her sandaled foot and brought it down on her victim's crotch.
There was only a faint whimper.
"I need boots for this," Toni said, disappointment written across her voice. "These sandals are no damn good."
As if on cue, Judy now made her appearance. She had bathed and brushed her long hair and now she smelled sweet as a fresh summer's rain.
She wore nothing but a towel around her waist. In one hand she carried her boots and over her arm she had the rubber garments that she had taken off in the bathroom, washed, dried and powdered.
"Give me those!" Toni snarled, taking the boots out of Judy's hand.
The rubber bra and tights fell to the floor. "Maybe I should put those on, too," Toni mused. "I like to feel dressed for the part!"
She turned to him, her longtime companion in her sexual adventures.
"Help me pick out some gear, Carl, dear. I want to play the bitch goddess with that apology for humanity down there and his ass of a girlfriend. I'm going to give them the beating of their lives!"
The change of pace had had its effect on Carl. He, too, had smelled blood. He, too, had been around. Now he shook off the last of his marijuana induced lethargy and lumbered to his feet.
"Wow, baby," he said. "Wow! You're really going to give it to them? You're really going to do it now for keeps?" He seemed excited by the mere idea.
"I need a whip!" Toni said. Her voice carried an order.
Carl rummaged in his equipment bag and came out with a short-handled lash that terminated in three broad straps, each about six feet long.
"Here," he said, placing it directly into Toni's waiting grasp. Toni held it and gave a practice swipe. The lash swished through the air and the three ends cracked on the carpeted floor.
"That had a great sound," Toni said, her voice expressing her satisfaction.
She gave another few swings with the lash, short ones this time, just enough to watch the leather straps race through the air. "That's great," she added again.
Something about her new air of command had impressed Judy. She stooped now at Toni's feet, her body bared, her golden hair cascading down her back and over her full tits. She looked up at Toni with a question written on her face, a question that was a request.
Toni nodded.
Judy took Toni's left foot in her two cupped hands as if receiving a sacred gift. She caressed the foot and applied her lips to it.
Then, slowly, she worked her way with her face and her hands and her lips up the leg of the standing woman, over the crisscross of leather thongs, all the way up and around the calf, up over the knee, up to the thigh.
Her lips caressed the leg lovingly and adoringly, in full and humble submission. They reached the end of the thong where it was knotted around the firm upper thigh with a box, and continued their way up the inside of the thigh until they reached the triangle of curled silken hair and there the lips probed and planted themselves on the opening red gash.
Toni shuddered with the sudden rush of pleasure.
Judy inserted her tongue into the snatch and licked around inside it. Her tongue curled around the bud of Toni's clit and was rewarded with a sudden turgidity as the clit swelled and expanded and elongated into a facsimile of a prick.
Toni felt herself melting.
She grasped the handle of her lash in order to retain her sense of stem purpose. The tongue inside her cunt worked away, licking and sucking. Toni felt her resistance crumbling. Her resolve was giving way. She was going to melt and dissolve and allow this woman at her feet to conquer her despite her need for control and mastery.
Toni couldn't allow that to happen. Not at this moment!
She grasped her lash harder in her hand and felt her knuckles tense over the handle. The bones stood out white. She grasped so hard she could almost feel the skin breaking under the strain of the bones in her hand.
But in her hand Toni kept melting, and melting and melting.
There was only one thing to do!
Toni raised her fist hand and brought the lash down hard and swinging across Judy's bared back. The lash rang out. Part of the triple strap landed on Judy's back and the ends curled across the carpet.
Judy screamed with the pain and the shock and in her anguish she drew her mouth away from Toni's cunt.
Toni gave a big gasp. Some of it was disappointment and some was relief.
"Undo the sandal!" she ordered brusquely. She was still in control.
Judy, chastened, bent to the task. Her fingers fumbled at the tightly knotted strap and in the passion of her excitement she found her fingers unequal to the demands of the occasion.
She tried all she could. Her nails broke but she was unable to undo, the knot. Finally, in fearful dread that such a show of forwardness might bring about another lash of the triple whip, she applied her teeth. Her lips once more grazed the golden soft flesh of Toni's thighs and her teeth gripped the leather thong.
This time it worked!
With much effort and exertion, she grasped the leather thong with teeth and fingers and slowly undid the knot.
The thong fell open, she used her fingers now to slowly unwind the thong all the way down Toni's poised leg-and as she did so she rested the crown of her head lovingly against Toni's thigh and let her face brush adoringly against the masterly woman's leg.
It seemed to take Judy ages until, inch by laborious inch, she had unstrapped both thongs down to Toni's ankle.
The tight lacing to which Toni's leg had been subjected for the previous four hours, had left its tell-tale marks. The leg was marked as if by latticework, small diamond-shaped bulges of flesh accentuated by the paler depressions where the thongs had dug in. Judy felt the bulges and the depressions, compared the textures, thrilled to the feel and allowed her soft cheeks to follow the patterns and textures.
When she came to the ankle, she undid the lacing very carefully, encircling the slender bone between her tapering fingers, then she undid the straps over the foot and caressed the foot with the fullness of her lips.
She kissed the whole foot with an eager passion, licking the under sole and taking each toe into her generous mouth, releasing it reluctantly to take in its neighbor.
When Judy had finished with the one foot, she repeated the same procedure in almost identical detail with the other foot.
CHAPTER SIX
Once again, Judy reached upward with her lips, over the leg and thigh in their encasing of crisscrossed straps, until she reached the sanctuary of Toni's cunt.
She lingered there for an adoration, taking in the dripping juices, inhaling the heady musky vapors of femininity, thrilling to it all slowly and erotically. Her excitement this time was heightened by the knowledge of the inevitable result.
She knew she would be allowed to bring only so much excitement to Toni towering over her. She knew that Toni would accept her sexual veneration only to a certain point.
She knew that Toni would wait patiently in expectant thrill, permitting her slave's veneration, permitting herself to be aroused and impassioned. But she knew at the same time that there would be a point in Toni's passions beyond which Toni would not permit her to go. One point to which she would be allowed to excite Toni's passions-and beyond which she would be arrested by a slash of the whip.
Knowing what would happen, what must happen, added to Judy's desires and excitement. She wanted to see how far she could go, how far she could arouse her female companion.
Her tongue worked feverishly in Toni's dripping cunt. Her own cunt was streaming, her nipples were straining. Her desires were aflame. She desired above all else to bring satisfaction and climax to the stern young woman towering above her, the young girl who had been her victim the night before, the young girl who had been intended as her victim for this occasion too, the young woman who-with the aid of her tall bearded friend-had so neatly turned the tables and become the victimizer.
And then the unexpected happened. Toni lashed out, just at the moment that the trembling of her cunt and the quivering of her clitoris threatened to overpower her.
She converted her climaxing desires into a vicious slash that brought the three-pronged strap squarely across Judy's crouching back. The slash caught Judy ready and yet unprepared at the height of her own peaking demand for release. In her frenzy, therefore, she could not help the involuntary muscular convulsions, one of which caused her fine white teeth to clamp themselves firmly on Toni's tender clit-eliciting screams of pain.
The whip lashed again, this time almost as a reflex on Toni's part, a reaction to the pain in her clit where Judy's teeth were clamped on it.
She lashed out and down and Judy released her grip and shook her head. It brought back a new level of sanity to both and Judy redoubled to her task which had, after all, not been that of sucking or tonguing or licking. Toni's cunt but simply of taking off her sandal.
That, then, is what Judy did!
She unlaced the other sandal, paying the appropriate homage to Toni's gorgeous leg, but this time avoiding the fascination afforded to her by Toni's gaping cunt just above her face, she devoted herself fully to the service-and the adoration-on Toni's leg, until she had divested her completely of the other sandal and had licked and sucked each bared toe in turn.
Frank had watched the scene with excited resignation, pulling at his hardening cock every now and then, crawling closer to take in the view.
He enjoyed watching his own woman servicing the legs, and then the cut, of the woman who had been his intended victim and was now to become his cruel mistress. He enjoyed above all as the cruel mistress displayed her dominance and mastery through the medium of her three-strapped whip, using it on the bared and humbled back of his girlfriend and companion. It was a foretaste of what he might expect-and in his expectation the scene took on an added grandeur.
Carl, too, had not ignored the scene!
He observed the extent to which both his hosts had been subjugated and humiliated into passive servitude with hardly any effort on his part, and he looked forward to an enjoyable episode when both would be fully at his command and that of the friend and neighbor who had brought him to this adventure.
But Carl also looked forward, to a change in the scenario, to a new and different episode, when he would be playing a different role and his girlfriend would be behaving in a different light. Now he laid his plans.
From his equipment bag he brought out a new item. It was a black and soft and shiny and swishing: hot pants in shiny black latex. He held it up for all to see.
"This is for you," he said directing his words at Toni. "I'm sure they'll fit you and if they're a bit tight in the crotch, all the better. They will make you feel firmer and harder and more powerful when you administer a whipping to this disgraceful pair groveling at your feet. Try them on. I'm sure you'll get a kick out of them!"
Toni was thrilled. She had wanted to put on the black tights that Judy had discarded after wearing them with such obvious erotic success, but she had hesitated because she knew that with the tights it would have been impossible to wear the tall boots that she felt she needed to complete her image.
Hot pants like these, were ideal though and she knew she would look fetching in them with her high round buttocks tightly outlined and the deep cleft accentuated by the rubber pulling in fore and aft.
"And a top?" she asked.
"You can use the same bra. It will fit you to perfection," Carl told her.
Judy rose to take hold of the rubber pants. She felt the softness and smoothness of the material and felt her erotic senses aroused by all manner of strange sensations, many of them connected with the hours she had spent tightly enwrapped in similar material at leg and crotch, at ass and crack, at bust and nipple.
It would thrill her now to see the effect it would have on another female. It would excite her to see this other beautiful female step into her place and achieve the same measure of excited eroticism, a mirror image so to speak of her own thrills and passions.
She ran her fingertips lovingly over the soft blackness, caressing it as if endowing it with some of her own feelings and desires that could be transmitted through the rubber to the ass and cunt of the other woman.
The black pants became a messenger of her will. She willed her passions into the black rubber through her fingertips. She passed the soft material against her cheeks to transmit some of the tenderness she was feeling to this woman, she passed the soft rubber over the lips of her own cunt, squeezing it for a moment between the softness of her thighs in its passage, reliving in its passing touch some of the excitement she had felt earlier and transmitting to it from her cunt not only some of the scent and taste of her twat and its emissions but some of her erotic and sensual desires and longings.
This was for Toni. With this she would worship Toni and through it Toni would in turn worship her.
Toni had lain down on the soft rug. She was on her back, her legs were up in the air, slightly spread, and bent at the knees. She had both hands under her thighs to support them.
Judy held up the shiny black pants with both hands, stretching them at the waistband for her female friend and mistress-of-the-moment to see. Her tapering fingers extended into them and the long nails made four little ridges down each seam.
Toni extended her legs. Slowly and sensually Judy stretched the rubber shorts over the toes, then over the heels. Toni had her feet close together and Judy had to pry them apart slightly to get the shorts over the slender ankles.
She stretched and eased the rubber over the calves, making many unnecessary motions the better to enjoy the full sensual contact of her hands on the rubber, of the rubber on the flesh and of her own hands over Toni's delectable limbs.
From there the work progressed with seemingly greater difficulty-or certainly greater slowness and deliberation. Judy's hands reached the knees and lingered and then came to the thickening thighs were the rubber indeed had to be stretched so that it might be pulled on inch by rubbery inch.
Her hands caressed the thighs as she went and smoothed the rubber and stretched it. She squeezed flesh under her tapering fingers and eased it into the pants. She smoothed out the soft skin and smoothed the black rubber over it. Her body was poised forwards and she had allowed-indeed encouraged-Toni to rest her bare ankles on her shoulders. From this vantage point she continued pulling the pants slowly and deliberately up Toni's thighs.
She had reached the fleshiest part of the thighs. Only inches away was the luscious cunt. The cunt, Judy pretended to herself, would need preparation before it was so finally enclosed in the clinging rubber. She released the pants and applied her fingers to the cunt in front of her, smoothing the hairs and parting them until the pinkish gap was exposed.
Using her forefingers held close together, Judy traced a line down the closed crack, pressing gently on the pubic flesh. The skin turned reddish, moistened, distended. The gap opened slightly, became a gash. Judy's fingers plunged deeper inside.
Toni sighed.
Judy managed to drive both fingers into the crack and now, with fingers bent, she used the other fingers on each hand to stroke the adjoining areas, smoothing down the curling silken hair, raising the flesh of the pubis.
Toni moaned again!
Judy's fingers went in deeper, opening up the lips. The outer lips had turned a deep shade between red and purple. The inner lips pouted out, bright cherry red. Moisture was coming from all the surfaces. The lips were pulsating slowly under their own momentum..
Toni wrapped her legs around Judy's neck and squeezed.
Beads of perspiration appeared on Judy's brow. She applied herself further to the task, getting her fingers deep into Toni's cunt, arousing her with extra caresses around the sensitive area.
Toni groaned!
Carl came in closer for a better look.
It excited Carl to watch the opening up to Toni's cunt under another woman's expert fingers. It excited him to see the passion and the frenzy with which both women were acting and reacting. He wanted to watch the scene come to a climax-but at the same time he knew that if Toni climaxed now, much of the fun of the evening would be prematurely lost.
"Enough of that!" Carl ordered. "Help her on with her pants. She has a job to do on Frank."
The words stung at both Judy and Toni. It was as if a forbidding person had turned off their pleasures, denied them the right of their own desires and their adult pleasures. It was like a demanding teacher interrupting their rights and giving imperious orders.
But Judy obeyed. She thrilled to obey. She thrilled knowing there was someone who could and would order her around even at the point where she was gaining her pleasures.
An additional point that thrilled her was knowing that the order applied equally to Toni, that her mistress of the moment was herself under orders.
Judy withdrew her guilty fingers, dripping with the juices of Toni's cunt, and applied herself once more to the task of getting the tight shorts over Toni's thighs and bums.
The sticky fingers left their slimy marks on the glistening black rubber as Judy once more stretched them and smoothed them up. Toni moved her own hands from her thighs to the small of her back, arching her back and lifting her bum clear off the floor.
Judy's fingers reached around and slowly she stretched and eased the shorts up and over and around the curvaceous bum-globes. She thrilled to the way the plump ass filled and stretched the rubber shorts, and found the way the rubber held the bums taut and tight and firm to add pleasure to her senses, too.
Lingeringly, Judy passed her fingertips over the black bums, feeling the firmness underneath. Then she allowed her fingers to trail forward to the front and she delineated the V between thighs and pubis with the tips of her fingers, forcing the rubber tightly into the folds.
Now the cunt was properly outlined, a bulging mass with a slightly visible declivity down its center. The curling hairs left a pattern of little whirls over the protruding triangle.
Judy applied herself to her next task, smoothing the rubber tightly into Toni's crack. The snatch, being open since Judy's earlier digital manipulation, now yawned openly under the rubber and opened to receive the folds of rubber that Judy forced into them.
The firm ridge of the rubber seam at the crotch dug into Toni's opening snatch and suffused her with pleasurable sensations.
Something was happening to her, she knew not what, but it was exciting and demanding, more demanding and more exciting than anything she could remember in a long time.
The ridge of rubber dug in and seemed to call her to action. It stirred her to do something, anything, to fuck, to beat, to whip, to suck, even to masturbate if there was no other conventional outlet or inlet available. She was raring to go. She tightened her legs around Judy's neck and raised her bum further.
Judy continued her work. Having pressed the heavy rubber seam deep into Toni's snatch, she now busied herself tracing out the rest of the crack, going further, going back, going with her fingers between the luscious globes of Toni's ass and digging the rubber ridge deeply into the crack of the bum hole. Toni felt herself aflame fore and aft.
Judy's fingers continued their caresses over Toni's flesh and over the soft blackness of her shorts. Now she applied her fingers to the edge of the rubber where it gripped Toni's right thigh and, inserting them between rubber and soft skin, she eased and massaged the rubber over the thigh, feeling the double sensation of soft woman skin underneath and firm, demanding rubber stretched tightly and compellingly over the backs of her fingers.
She stretched the rubber and eased it and slowly let it find its own position tightly and firmly on Toni's tapering thigh. The one leg opening now properly positioned, Judy repeated the procedure on the other thigh, even more deliberately-and more lovingly.
The final adjustment was to the waist. For this Toni slowly lowered her ass back to the rug and sat up, her ankles still resting on Judy's shoulders.
Judy's fingers slid under the waistband and felt for the soft skin of Toni's belly. Her fingertips reached down and encountered the topmost of the silken hairs, and pulled away again, hurriedly if sadly, aware of Carl's pending disapproval.
She stretched the band of rubber slowly and gently around the waist and pulled it up as high as it would go, so that the bum globes were even more tightly tensed and the thick rubber seam went even deeper into Toni's crack, fore and aft.
It was done!
Toni released her legs from Judy's neck, sat up, then rose to her feet. Judy remained kneeling in front of her and looked up at the delectable sight of Judy standing tall and straight on her spread limbs, dressed only in the tiny tight hot pants of shiny rubber that emphasized the total eroticism of her body.
Toni squirmed. She felt excited. The band of rubber was digging into her cunt and inflaming her. She shafted her weight from one leg to the other and felt herself squirming even more excitedly.
"I want the bra," Toni ordered. The bra was something that would stimulate her tits well, on the floor, the same bra that Judy had worn.
Judy held it up for Toni to see.
Then Toni remembered. That was the bra with the pinpricks around the nipples that Carl had made Judy wear earlier, that had tormented Judy out of her mind.
If she wore it now it would torment her, likewise. She shuddered with the dread of it and felt the burning at the lips of her cunt. The burning was a warning-and an urging!
She had to have it! She had to have more-excitement, she couldn't stop now. She would have to go forward and experience everything that was possible to experience. Everything!!!
She approached Judy and allowed her to slip the black rubber bra over her tits.
Judy was clumsy.
The bra didn't fit immediately. The tits were only half caught in it, bulging out at side and bottom. It required much tugging and fingering on Judy's part until both tits had been squeezed and pushed into their respective cups, and then it took more squeezing and tugging and stretching and tugging and feeling and fingering until the tips were indeed fitted snugly, the erect nipples placed squarely in the pointed protrusions, the solid flesh and muscles smoothly residing within the rubber cups without folds and without creases.
Toni's nipples were taut. They reached forward and up as if they wished to burst through their rubber restraint, as if they wished to burst through their rubber restraint, as if they wished to tear out a hole, to poke into the fresh air and announce the insistence of their presence. Her nipples itched to be free, itched to be tweaked or bitten or scratched, itched to dig their way into someone's mouth or cunt or through their skin. Her nipples itched and ached.
And Toni's cunt itched and burned. Itched to be fucked or sucked, bitten or tweaked, rammed or squeezed. Her cunt burned. Her cunt was on fire. Her cunt ached to be filled or be defiled.
Her cunt!!!
And she knew it, of course!
She knew what she should have suspected, knew that the tight little hot pants, fitting so snugly over her gash, biting into her flesh and into her tender tissues, were equipped in Carl's special way, equipped with the tiny pinpricks that would arouse and inflame and never satisfy.
She knew that Carl had trapped her as he had trapped Judy into wearing his infernal creating, that she would itch and burn and desire more and never be fulfilled.
She could have tom off those pants then and there and stopped the itch and the desire.
But her desire for desire was too great. She wanted to hurt, she wanted to itch, she wanted to desire. She wanted more, and yet more and more and more! She didn't want to put an end to the itching!
With one still voice she wanted to curse Carl because he was the instigator, for doing this, and for subjecting her to this. She wanted to curse him for thus abusing her friendship and her trust. But with another voice, a truer voice, a voice from deep inside her, she wanted to throw her arms around Carl and thank him for having exposed her to these new sensations that made her insatiable.
There was an itch in her cunt and now an answering itch from and around her nipples. Her nipples were erect and demanding. Her body was thrust forward. Her hands reached out to her twat, to her tits, to her belly, and to her thighs.
She tried to rub at her cunt but the more she rubbed her cunt and more she ached and itched for action.
Action, that was the word.
Action!!!
Toni took one determined step across the room. Without her boots it lacked something in stature and command but that could be easily remedied.
She picked up the lash she had dropped earlier while Judy was fitting her into her rubber pants and bra. She picked it up, twirled it above her head and let it fly.
Slash!
The whip curved through the air. One of the three broad straps caught Judy across the left breast and left an immediate trace of bright red flesh.
Judy screamed.
Toni thrilled to the sound and the power that now coursed through her.
"Bring me the boots!" she thundered.
Whimpering, Judy reached for the boots and placed them dutifully at Toni's golden feet.
"A chair!" Toni ordered.
Judy complied in haste.
Toni settled herself into the chrome and leather director's chair that Judy placed for her. It felt good to sit again. In sitting she had to stretch the super-tight rubber pants and the action caused the heavy seam to dig more deeply into her. It was good!
Toni's whip was in hand. As a warning of intent, she raised it up and felt he satisfying swish as it coursed through the air and crashed in triple thud on the rug.
She kept a tight grip on the handle of the whip with her right hand. Her left hand was busy, digging into the rubber at her crotch, scratching away at the itch although she knew that each such scratch would only intensify the insatiable itch.
Toni held out her left leg, slender and handsome, toes pointed forward.
Judy kneeled down and held up the left boot, her own left boot, a beautiful construction of sleek, glossy supple black leather.
She seized Toni's left foot in both hands, cupping it gently and lovingly, and pressed it into the cleft between her breasts where she allowed it to rest.
She took hold of the boot and unzipped it to the very bottom of the heel, then she placed the boot with the heel almost in her twat and the toes pointed up to her bellybutton. She brought up her knees the better to held it in place, then relinquished her left hand and guided Toni's foot into the opening.
The foot fitted in to the tip of the toes. Judy smoothed the leather over arch and instep and held the boot there with her left hand. Her cheeks went against the side of the boot, against the smooth leather, to steady it. Her right hand started tugging at the dainty zipper.
The first few inches over the heel were the hardest. From there the zipper ran more smoothly up the ankle until again the movement slowed down over the plumpness of the calf. Easy again, slow over the knee while Judy tugged at the leather with both hands and caressed the skin and applied her cheeks to the feel of the leather and tugged at the zipper.
It needed smoothing over the knee, both inside and out, smoothing and stretching so that it might acquire a perfect fit, a fit as only Judy, its owner, knew the boot could acquire.
And then came the slowest part, the most sensitive part, the best part. Up the thigh. Inch by glorious inch. Up over the flesh, smoothing and squeezing skin and tightening up the zipper and trailing her fingertips and pressing with her nails.
The itch in Toni's cunt spread down to her thigh. She groped and scratched hopelessly, sometimes at her crotch, sometimes at her plump thigh where her fingers came into temporary conflict with Judy's own . busy fingers.
She was aflame, and twitching everywhere. She could hardly bear the increased excitement that Judy's fingers occasioned, finally, in her impatience, she brushed Judy's fingers angrily to the side and scratched and dug heavily into her skin, tearing at it with her nails.
Judy paused to let her mistress have her way. Then, when Toni's hands retreated once more into her rubber covered crotch, she grasped the strap at the very top of the boot, only inches away from the bottom edge of Toni's red-hot flaming black hot pants.
She grasped the strap tightly in one hand, the buckle in the other, and pressed down on the booted leg so that the heel dug heavily into her cunt and the sole heavily into her belly.
She pulled with both hands, driving the boot even further in her crotch and belly, and then she inserted strap into buckle and fastened the strap tightly across Toni's thigh.
Her hands slid slowly down the leg to the heel and foot and then, with reverence mixed with reluctance, she gently lifted the boot off her belly and placed it on the ground.
Then, with equal love and equal devotion, Judy did exactly the same with the other foot, the other leg and the other boot.
And then it was done. Toni was fully dressed for her role and fully booted. She put the boots to immediate use, kicking out at the woman kneeling at her feet who had helped her put them on.
Without gentleness, without love, without ceremony, she let loose with her right foot and kicked at the kneeling girl in front of her, sending her sprawling.
Judy howled with shock and disappointment.
Toni rose majestically to her feet, towered on the high heels of her black boots, thrust out her rubber covered hips and her rubber encased tits, raised her right hand and brought her triple lash down across the belly and breasts of the unfortunate woman she had sent sprawling on her back.
Judy screamed and then sobbed. Toni lashed at her again.
"Cut out the baby stuff!" Toni said unkindly and let loose with another lash. "I'm busy. I have things to do. I can't waste my time over your silly needs. Quiet down, or else!"
She left the "or else" incomplete but the raised arm and the curling whip made it quite clear what she had in mind.
Whimpering and cowering, Judy crawled away out of reach of the three-pronged whip of her new mistress and out of reach of the boots that had once been hers.
Toni stroked slowly and purposely across the room. Each step was punctuated by the click of her tall heels on the floor, by the soft swish of her rubber shorts rubbing together, and by a flick of her wrist that sent the relaxed whip curling along the floor.
One step, click. Two, click, three, and so on. She finally reached Frank.
Frank had been waiting in passive dread and anticipation for this moment. His eyes blinked as the fear rose in his throat but the sigh he gave was one of relief. For the past half hour he had been helped prepare Toni for this role.
At times, as Judy was taking familiarities with Toni, as her erotic involvement with her stem new mistress became apparent, the jealousy had risen in Frank's throat and envy had gripped him by the balls. He didn't want to see Toni's energies diverted to another, he wanted it all for himself, her love, her sex, her anger and her hate.
There were times as he looked on the erotic scene, when he wanted to rage with his needs, when he wanted to scream at the two women not to ignore him. Each time that Toni had raised her arm to lash out, he had cringed in hopeful anticipation that the blow might be directed at him, and each time that it landed on the floor, wasted, or, worse yet, each time that it landed on the flesh of his former-girlfriend now become his rival for Toni's attention, he could have wept with the disappointment it occasioned.
Now Toni strode masterfully towards him. There could be no doubt about that. Each slow and deliberate step brought her that much closer. Each step found his heart beating faster and his pulse throbbing harder.
The color was drained from his face, his lips were trembling and in his crotch the gathered blood was pumping into his balls and pumping into his cock and inflaming his needs.
He lay back on his back now, his legs slightly raised and slightly parted, and the shaft of his cock stuck up like a tower.
He was vulnerable, he knew, deadly vulnerable. One well aimed kick at his cock, one heel heavily scrunched into his balls, and he would suffer insufferable pain. Such a blow, such abuse, might maim him for life, might for ever deprive him of his virility!
And yet, and yet, Frank could hardly explain it, much less understand it, such a prospect engendered no fear. He was a sacrifice, his cock and his balls were offerings. Let her take them if she wished. Let her have him. Let her take all that was precious and dear to him. If she wanted his cock she could have it, if she wanted his balls she could have those, too. He was all hers, to do with what she wanted.
His hands hesitated for a moment in a desire to cover up his rampant prick and protect his vulnerable testicles, then he meekly folded them across his chest and waited, his eyes fixed on the advancing woman high-stepping toward him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Her arm rose and fell, the whip moving with each step. Her heels marked her step with a crack despite the thick carpeting. Her booted legs moved with purposeful determination, her stately body advanced towards him. His breath was coming in short gasps. His heart threatened to burst. A cold fear was gripping his expectant cock!
She stopped and towered over him.
Frank wanted to reach out and embrace his impending fate. His lips were eager to kiss those powerful boots, his hands to stroke the muscled leg and thighs they encased. His face was dying to bury itself in the vice-like grip of her crotch. His body ached for her mastery.
But he waited!
She stood over him, silhouetted against the light that came from behind her and raised a thousand highlights, glistening glossy points of light that danced across the smooth curves of the rubber garments and the vicious majesty of her boots.
She stood, looked down with disdain written across her stem features.
She pouted her lips, gathered the phlegm in her mouth, then let fly.
A thick gob of spit left her lips and flew into Frank's upturned, begging, face.
It was too much!
His hands flew to his face as if to wipe away the insult.
Toni reached out with her booted leg. A tall heel landed on his hand and yanked it away unceremoniously. Frank wanted to sob.
"Wretch!"
In that one work, Toni summed up so much hate, so much derision, so much indifference, that Frank suddenly felt himself completely deserted, completely abandoned, completely alone in the world.
Had she but kicked him, had she but been kind enough to whip him, he could have borne it. But this was unbearable, insufferable. What could he do? Where could he turn? How could he get her to pay attention to him?
She had turned her back on him. Would she walk away? Would she leave him in his abject state? Would she now turn to the tall young lover she had brought with him into Frank's luxurious home, and while Frank watched in anguished disappointment, devote her anger and her lover to that bearded hippie?
Did she really mean to abandon Frank without even deigning to inflict on him the cruelty of her anger, the fierce power of her rage, the loving attention of her power and her disgust?
The spittle still running down his face, his arms forlornly at his side, Frank watched her back turned to him, saw the tall boots from the back of her stately heels, the neat round bottom tightly enclosed in glossy rubber, the alluring golden waist, the narrow strap of her rubber bra, the slender arms wielding the whip, the head of hair!
Saw it all from the back, turned away from him, and felt all the forlornness of his abandoned hopes.
Toni stopped, her back to Frank, her face smiling cruelly at Judy. She let drop her arm, the arm that had been wielding the whip as if in practice.
She stopped with her back to Frank, less than three feet from his abandoned body.
She lifted her right foot stiffly in front of her, held the booted leg straight out, then suddenly gave a vicious kick backwards.
The sharp heel of her boot caught Frank squarely in the ribs with a resounding crack.
She pivoted on her left heel, turned to face Frank, then lashed out again at his body with her right foot. This time it was the toes that reached Frank's body, hitting him in the soft of the belly. Now she reached up with her arm and let fly with the whip.
One lash stung Frank on the abdomen, one hit him across the chest, the other licked at his face.
To Frank, despite his pain, it was like a triple kiss of love. She cared for him, she hated him enough to love him with her whip or loved him enough to hate him with it-it was all the same.
Again she raised the whip. Frank's cock, that had become soft when she turned her back to him, suddenly rose up hard, rose up to receive the kiss of one of the straps of the whip. The other strap caressed his thighs and the third curled its hateful love over his belly.
"Get up!" Toni ordered peremptorily.
He did as he was bidden, glad to have an order he could obey. Slowly and painfully he rose to his feet.
"Tie him to the table!" Toni said to her friend, Carl.
Carl was ready. From his equipment bag he took out ropes and straps.
"Come!" he said to Frank and led him to a low coffee table consisting of a smooth slab of green marble set into a frame of black iron.
Frank was made to kneel at one end of the table. Frank tied his knees, one to each leg of the table, using a leather strap that he pulled tight. Then he made him crouch forward, his bare belly and chest against the chill cool of the marble. He pulled his arms forward and fastened them with ropes pulled tight, one to each leg at the other end of the table.
It was a painful position. Frank's cock was erect but the tightening of the ropes had pressed it hard against the iron rim of the table. It hurt like hell and Frank hoped his erection would go down and his prick become soft but his excitement was too great and despite the great pain it caused him, his cock remained hard and long.
His arms were pulled almost out of their sockets. His chest was pulled down tight against the harsh marble. His chin was in contact with the marble and his head thrust back sharply.
But most of all, Frank was aware of his naked vulnerability. His bare bum stuck out, his back was bared. He was ready victim for any indignity and any punishment that might be thrust on him. And, worst of all, unless his face could be toward this dominant big woman, and punishment came from the front, he would be unable to anticipate.
He was passive, entirely passive. It was all out of his control. They might and could do to him what they wanted and there was no way for him to change what they proposed to do, to avert it, to influence it-or even to participate in the decision by his anticipation.
Nothing he could do. Nothing at all. Absolutely nothing.
He could only wait-and flinch. Flinch but to no purpose!
As the thoughts flashed through his mind, a sudden slash of the whip seared through his body. He couldn't tell from which direction, could not tell from which hand!
He could only feel the searing pain-and could not tell where it had landed for his whole body was under tension and pain in one part seemed to become reflected as pain in all parts.
Slash! More blows across his bare back or bare bum or exposed thighs. Slash, another set of triple blows.
The blows seemed to extend from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes. They seemed to envelope him not only from his exposed back but also from both sides and even the front that he knew must somehow be protected by the slab of marble to which he was firmly tied.
He could sense the burning coming up and welling through his cock and his balls, through his chest and through his belly. He tried to concentrate his thoughts, tried to think as a defense against feeling, tried to convince himself he could not possibly be getting whipped over' his front that he knew was protected by the marble slab. His brain told him he was safe there, his senses told him he was vulnerable.
It's the coldness of the marble, that and the hardness, that my body translates as the fiery pains of the lash, he tried to tell himself, but his body had no room for logic. He was being whipped, whipped back and front, top and bottom, and all his body was exposed and cut and open.
He cried, he screamed, he whimpered.
A look of determined-joy spread across Toni's face. She was in her element. She was in command. She had never before felt so powerful or so much in command. Or almost in command-
It was not her mind or her will that was driving her. Instead it was some inner urge, some powerful drive that originated between her thighs and radiated from her nipples. She was answering to the calls of her cunt and the urgings of her engorged nipples. And her cunt was answering and calling commands not entirely in accordance with its own normal needs but in response to the flames that had been engendered in it by the thousand little pinpricks set into the rubber pants by Carl's cunning hands.
The fire in her cunt and the flame in her nipples called for relief. Relief lay in exerting her power. Her power rose up from her booted legs and swung from, her tightly covered ass and swung with her shoulders. Power rose from her arms and from the whip she wielded in them.
"Wham!" the power spurted out from her arms, through her whip, and landed squarely on Frank's complacently passive body.
"Wham!" the power spurted out from her arms, through her whip, and landed squarely the man's shoulders.
"Wham!" as she spread her booted legs to take a firmer stand, as she thrust out her crotch and shoved forward her tits and raised her slender arms and landed another blow on the upturned rear and back of her victim.
Each movement of her body and of her joints caused a new movement of the constraining pants and bra. Each movement of pants and bra caused the tiny pinpricks to dig anew into her tender, vulnerable skin and raise their new demands on the seat of her eroticism.
She knew at this point only one way to relieve the burn and itch and fire. Her itch demanded victims, it called forth violence and anger and lust!
Wham! she let fly again. Let fly and experienced renewed urgings that required renewed satisfaction.
Wham! Harsh swings of her lash on the helpless body of her victim. Down with her arm and let the straps fall. Pivot from her hips and feel the urges build up again in her cunt.
Wham! Wham!
A slash of illumination coursed across her brain. She was a woman no longer but a man. A man with a vengeance. A man with a prick as big as any man's prick had ever been. A prick with a conscience and with a mission, a cock that spelled power, a tool that meant mastery.
The whip was her cock. With her triple-headed cock she could fuck. Fuck anything. Fuck anyone. Fuck the whole goddamned world.
Her arms and her whip were one. One cock, one massive phallus with which to strike out for every indignity she had ever suffered. One massive cock that expressed all her hate and anger, all her love and joy.
Wham! Her cock lashed out and with it her whole body. In her frenzied mind it felt as if a huge cunt had opened up for her cock, a cunt into which she could sink it all bloodied.
Wham! She thrust again, fucking from the hips, thrusting her cock, becoming a man.
Frank was a cunt, the whole room was a cunt, and Toni was a cock, a driving cock, a fucking cock, a loving cock, an angry cock!
"Fuck! Fuck, Fuck!" she yelled, her mind deranged in her furor and her passions all logic and all reason gone. "Fuck!" she yelled and whipped. "Fuck!" she yelled and slashed.
Her blows were coming faster and faster. She felt the throbbing as if she were herself a cock, felt the urgency, felt the demands. She had to do it. She couldn't stop.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she yelled in her demented state.
The whip came down on Frank's body. Slash! Slash! Slash!
Frank's screams were heart rending but Toni was impervious to them. She could think only of her mission, her mission as a cock, whose purpose was to deflower the world, to rape the universe, to draw blood, to reach a climax, to spend its come over the whole expanse of humankind.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
The whip continued to fall feverishly.
The first blows had reddened Frank's skin. Later blows had lacerated it. The welts had come up and swollen, then they had been cut open and lacerated. Now his body was crisscrossed with open wounds and the blood was flowing. But still Toni wouldn't stop. Couldn't stop.
She was so close to a climax, so close to release. She had to go on, and on, and on, until she could release, until she could relax.
But the fires in her cunt and the flames at her nipples knew of no release, knew of no end. They ordered her on and on and on.
Judy saw what was happening. At first she had been thrilled at her body vicariously enjoyed the movements and the frenzy of Toni's body.
She had followed her movements almost involuntarily, standing behind Toni and watching. She poised like Toni, stood like her, her legs apart, her weight shifting from one foot to the other as Toni's weight shifted each time she applied the whip.
Like Toni's body, Judy's body swung too. Her hips gyrated with Toni's and her tits, free from any bra or restraint, bounced in time with each of Toni's blows.
By unconsciously imitating Toni's stance and Toni's movements, Judy experienced some of Toni's voluptuous excitation.
She sensed the erotic fires in cunt and at nipples, she sensed the surge of power, the fury of attack, the glory of subjugation. Her mind was aflame with the thrill and her body was responding as if it was she who was wielding the whip and with it the power.
But Judy was not as far lost in fantasy and illusion as was Toni. She retained a measure of logic and some power of rational thought. And it was her rational thought that made her realize the full impact of what was happening.
And suddenly she saw the full horror of it all. She saw the first time the reality of Frank's bruised and battered body, she sensed through her own body, acting in unison with Toni's the full extent of Toni's ferocity.
And suddenly Judy became frightened.
She ran forward, attempting to protect Frank, attempting to distract Toni from her murderous assault.
She tried to get between victimizer and victim but she was powerless. The whip continued landing on Frank's bared body.
"Stop it, for heaven's sake," Judy implored but Toni was not to be stopped.
Not now! Now when the climax was so near!
Blind with her passion, Toni continued to whip and whip and whip and faster and faster and faster and then the spirit rose, rose high from her cunt and through her belly and through her tits and overpowered her entirely.
She lashed out again and again but her blows were falling haphazardly and without direction nor aim.
Her whip was in command and she was at its end and as the whip lashed brutally but harmlessly into empty space Toni's body followed it and came crashing down heavily across Frank's bruised and bloodied back.
The lash fell out of Toni's hand and crashed to the floor. She lay awkwardly on Frank's bloodied back, spread-eagled, her arms hanging down to the floor, her legs in the high boots parted, her hair spread out like a fan.
Her breasts in their shiny black bra of rubber were heaving. Her pelvis, clad equally in tight rubber shorts, was pulsating. Her bare golden waist was sunk. She seemed to be gasping for breath like a fish breathing its last, or caught in the throes of passion, her whole physical entity given over to the surrender of the body.
Her eyes were glazed over. Her lips were parted. No words issued from them, only a low moan.
Judy watched, Judy was fascinated. Judy was excited beyond belief. Judy's passions were inflamed.
Was it anger at the bestial damage that Toni's angry whip had inflicted on Frank, her former lover and companion. Or was it lust that identified with the passions of this wanton female in her boots and erotic black bra and pants?
Judy could not tell, nor did it matter. What did matter was that she had begun to identify with Toni, that she had assumed some of Toni's emotions by osmosis. The scene had been watching, abetted by the strain of what had been happening to her in the past few hours.
Now, with Toni out of the picture, Judy assumed Toni's identity, her passions, her manner-and her whip.
She picked up the lash in her right hand, raised her arm over her head and let fly.
"Wham!"
It landed across Toni's spread-eagled body. One strap went across the breasts. The black rubber was no protection-indeed it served but to concentrate the force of the blow and transmit it with biting cruelty to every part of Toni's bosom and most especially, through the specially treated areas around the points of the cups, it transmitted the concentrated force of the lash as a thousand sharp needles that bit deeply into the tender nipples and radiated from there right through each of the globular breasts.
The second strap landed across Toni's bare belly and its end hug right into the area of her cunt.
The rubber was no protection.
By its tightness it transferred the pain and concentrated it so that its effect in Toni's cunt was that of a hot irons burning her twat, of a thousand pincers pulling at the flesh of her snatch, of a thousand bare electrical wires shooting ten thousand volts of surging power into her delicate clitoris.
The third strap landed across her unprotected thighs. Its effect was instantly noticeable in angry welts and bruised flesh.
Toni moaned.
The assault on her was incomprehensible to her senses. She had been so absorbed in the role as agent and activator of pain that she had somehow come to identify as pain herself.
Now pain and rage and punishment were continuing and it made no difference to her senses whether she was agent or instrument, giver or receiver.
The pain was another link in the chain of her passions, another element in what she had started in her wanton attack on Frank and that had since taken her over completely.
She had been pain, now she was pain and the pain was part of her and she assumed the pain was a rightful continuation of what she was and what she had been enjoying.
Her body throbbed, her pelvis rocked, the moans issuing from her throat were as much moans of joy as moans of pain. She thrilled and throbbed with the feelings, they had to continue, they could not end, they must go on.
And they did go on!!!
Judy lifted the whip again and again the three-fold straps inflicted their cruel pain on Toni's body. Again and again, as Judy warmed to her task, as the passions overtook her in the way they had earlier overtaken the previous wielder of the whip. She lashed out again and again.
Angry welts rose all over Toni's body. Other welts crisscrossed them and eventually the incessant blows broke through the raised skin and blood started to flow.
Bloodstained, the lash became an even more cruel instrument as its wet, red stained leather continued its purposeful journey of pain, until bit deeper and deeper into Toni's tissues or its concentrated impact became transmitted and transmitted to Toni's raised nipples and eager twat.
Toni screamed but the screams were orgiastic screams, as much pleasure in a perverse sense as they were joy. She screamed and screamed in waves of rising and falling passions, she screamed as much to have the torture stopped as to have it continue to an even higher and more violent climax.
And as Judy's passions rose she took an even shorter grip on her whip and came in even closer to the beautiful but ravaged body lying below her on the coffee table that still bore the sacrificial body of Frank tied face down to the four comers. She was right in close now, a foot away, towering naked above her victim, the sweat dripping from her frenzied body and mixing with the stains of blood she had acquired from her victim's body.
And now, as she came in closer, she wielded the handle of the whip rather than the lashes and then dropped the whip entirely so that she could punish and pummel her victim with her own hands and her own fists.
That was one thing that Toni couldn't take. So long as it was the lash, it was something impersonal that was happening to her.
The lash was her friend, had become her accomplice, and she was willing to experience the impersonal friendship of the lash from either end, as giver or as receiver. Now she was enraged, enraged as much by Judy's direct assault on her body as she was enraged and frustrated that the contact with the lash had come to an end.
Toni raised her hands and reached for the face above her. Her fingers curved into talons and her nails scratched deep lines of red into the pale flesh.
Her booted legs reached out, closed, locked, and clamped themselves on the bare limbs of her tormentor. Her body twisted and pivoted on her tight round ass and she fell off Frank's body, fell off the marble slab of the coffee table, with Judy's legs held tightly in her grasps.
The two women fell to the floor in deadly embrace. Toni struggled. Judy struggled. Hands tore at hair. Knees dug into cunts and bellies. Hands throttled throats. It was a free for all. Once Toni was on top, then Judy, then Toni again.
Carl watched the struggle between the two females with mounting excitement and his stiffening cock was ample evidence to what was happening.
The erotic sight made its own demands and Carl was virtually indifferent as to who was victor and who would be vanquished.
He had a certain loyalty towards his friend and neighbor, Toni, when they had first arrived at the penthouse of Frank and Judy, but in the course of the afternoon and evening he had gradually shucked off any responsibility or obligation he had felt for Toni.
Perhaps it had something to do with his sense of justice. Originally he had accompanied Toni, in part at least, to even the score and avenge her for the cruelties and humiliations that Judy and Frank had imposed on her the evening before.
That had now been evened out-with interest.
Toni was certainly no longer the underdog, still less were Frank or Judy the cruel oppressors or would-be enslavers they had been the night before or when Carl and Toni had first arrived together in their luxurious home.
Carl was no longer concerned with defending the weak or defeating the powerful. For him the evening had changed into a simple erotic adventure that he could enjoy as participant or as spectator as he chose.
And for this it was a matter of complete indifference to him who was performing for him or who was participating with him.
One woman, if attractive, sexual, sensual and erotic, was the equal of any other. He had enjoyed watching Toni in her moments of power as much as he had enjoyed watching Judy in her moments of abject surrender.
Now he enjoyed both women engaged in doing violence on each other, each woman suffering indignities and humiliations at the hands of the other.
It was better than watching a man and a woman in combat, whether it was the man who was maltreating the woman or the woman who was beating up the man. He came in close now to watch.
The advantage seemed to be with Judy. Judy after all was the more rested and she had exerted herself less in aggression than had her rival.
Her body too, was relatively unscratched, while Toni's was covered in angry cuts and bruises from the severe lashing she had experienced at Judy's hands.
Perhaps, too, the tight rubber pants and equally tight rubber bra had their enervating effect on Toni by now as they had earlier had a similar effect on both Frank and on Judy.
Judy was winning!
Her grunts and groans were those of the victor while those of Toni indicated the lose in the struggle for supremacy.
Now Judy had her powerful naked thighs wrapped firmly around Toni's thighs in her long black boots. In this position Toni was deprived of the advantage she had gained from the heels of her boots over her completely naked rival.
Toni was underneath and Judy was squatting on her, her legs tightly wrapped around her thighs. Toni was unable to raise her legs, try as she would.
Her shoulders were pinned to the floor. Her arms were struggling to tear at Judy's body but to no great effect. One of her hands had grabbed Judy's left tit and was pulling and twisting at it but Judy seemed to pay no attention.
All Judy's energies were directed at overcoming her rival and in her concentration, she seemed indifferent to any pain she herself was suffering.
With one hand she was trying to stave off the arm that was wreaking pain in her breast, with the other hand she had gathered Toni's hair and was pulling at it with all her might and power.
Then Judy managed to get a shorter purchase of Toni's hair, short enough so that with her next pull she was able to pull Toni's head right off the floor.
Now Toni's head was six inches off the floor. Judy grabbed the hair of her rival in her other hand, too, and then she had the head held in both hands and then, suddenly-
Crack! She had allowed Toni's head to fall back and hit the floor with a sudden shock and tremor.
Toni was forced to release the murderous grip she had on Judy's bruised tit.
Judy seized her advantage and once more raised Toni's head in both hands. Now she held not the hair but the entire head and then suddenly-
"Crack!" she pushed the head back against the carpeted floor, not simply dropping it but actively knocking it against the hard surface.
Toni's head hit the floor with a resounding report and this time the impact was so hard that for a moment she was knocked out completely.
Judy exploited her advantage to shift her grip. She wrestled with the relatively lifeless form of the woman under her, seeking a better position for the moment that her rival should regain full consciousness and return to the struggle.
She slipped up her body, seating herself on the belly of the unresisting rival and grasping her around the waist.
When Toni came to, she raised her legs and twisted on her black clad bottom. Her booted knees came up and hit Judy in the small of the back, temporarily dislodging her.
But Judy was back at the offensive and again she picked up Toni's head and banged it against the floor. Toni was conditioned to it by now. She blacked out for only a brief moment-but that was enough for Judy to seek and find a new position of vantage, atop her rival's tits. She squatted on her chest now, slightly off center, and thrilled to the feel of a plump breast digging into her cunt, the erect nipple probing her like a miniature cock.
She seized the head once more, but her purchase was too short and this time as she banged the head on the floor she put into it only a fraction of the strength she had used earlier.
Toni raised herself on her butt in an attempt to throw off her attacker. She wasn't entirely successful but she did manage to dislodge Judy's balance. Now Toni once more used her legs, entirely free by now, and was able to kick with her booted knees hard into Judy's back.
Another twist and struggle and the tables were turned.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Carl felt himself identifying first with the one and then with the other, as he watched the struggle between the two women with rising excitement.
He watched the two bodies writhing about in their combat and watched as both bodies became covered in blood from Toni's open wounds.
The mixed smell of sweat and blood and female excitement reached his nostrils and roused him to pitch of erotic arousal. Involuntarily he reached for his stiff cock and started pulling at it.
It was good to have a cock, better still an instrument as big and strong and powerful as his. He had a lance, a dagger and a sword.
He imagined himself flailing with his huge cock at both women, joining in the fray, and using his cock as a dreadful implement of punishment and retribution.
He pulled hard at his cock and squeezed until he could feel the pain. His prick was throbbing. The tip had swelled up to a large purple angry crown.
The skin on his shaft was loose and moved silkily under his powerful fist but he was not interested in smoothness at his point.
He wanted roughness and to achieve this he tightened his hold on his aggressive tool and pulled until the skin was actually pained.
He wanted to join in the fray but he knew that if he did he would have to give up his aggressive desire as his body surrendered into the erotic seduction of the scene.
He had a choice between remaining a spectator and retaining his aggressive powers-or participating in the events and losing his position and becoming an accomplice in a scene that would soon degenerate into a simple sexual struggle and end in a glorious all-round fuck.
He knew that eventually that was what would happen. Sooner or later the fight would end and the fucking would begin. But he didn't want it to happen just yet. He'd have to resist his impulse to join in at this juncture. For the moment he would remain a spectator and when his cock ached as it did now, he could stroke it and pull it.
Careful, though. He didn't want to go too far. Didn't want to arouse himself to the point of no return, to the point where he would become preoccupied with the demands of his cock and simply jerk himself off to a roaring climax.
That would be a waste and a pity. He was saving his orgasm now for a more exciting and more fulfilling end and he certainly didn't want to waste it with a sudden frenzied spasm of pulling on his cock and then the sad and anti-climatic spurt of his come to no good end or purpose.
Perhaps he should get Frank involved at his point. Poor Frank! He'd been tied face down to the green marble coffee table and after he'd absorbed his beating at Toni's hands, he'd had no chance to reach his own satisfaction or pleasures or even observe what was happening.
What must be going through Frank's mind, lying there bound unseeing to the coffee table? He'd lain there, unseeing while Toni had collapsed on him. Lain there while Judy had wreaked her vengeance on Toni's body, lain there while the girls had wrestled each other to the floor in their mortal combat.
Frank deserved something better. Frank deserved at least the right to watch. Perhaps he would want to join in, too, and a third dimension to the spectacle unfolding before Carl's eyes.
That should add to the fun. Let Frank get his rocks off now, let him get involved in the scene, let him get into the fight and when it changed to erotic lovemaking, he could provide the male focus that would add to Carl's enjoyment-before eventually Carl would deign to intervene himself and add the finishing touches to the erotic events of the evening.
Yes, he'd release Frank and see what would happen. But not yet.
No, not just yet!
Carl didn't want to tear his eyes away now. This was too exciting. He allowed his right hand to move away from his cock. He had to take his right hand off his cock otherwise the erotic explosion that would soon be inevitable would put a premature end to his excitement.
Carl crouched on the floor beside the two struggling girls, the better to watch what they were doing.
Somehow, in their struggle, they had reversed positions. They were lying more or less on their sides, head to toe. Judy had her arms wrapped tightly around Toni's thighs and buttocks and her own thighs were wrapped around Toni's head. He couldn't see Judy's bare cunt but he could see that it must be within inches of Toni's face.
Toni was struggling. She threw her shoulders from side to side as if attempting to get away from the proximity of Judy's cunt and the heavy stench that must be emanating from it.
She tried to get her head out of the solid lock in which it was grasped between Judy's thighs. At the same time she tried to free her thighs from Judy's grasp so that she could form a hammerlock with legs and thighs on her opponent.
But Judy was the more powerful of the two. Slowly and inexorably she exploited her advantage. Her arms grasped her rival's thighs more securely and started pawing at the vulnerable area of her cunt where it lay hidden under the tautly stretched black pants.
At the same time her legs tightened themselves firmly around her rival's head and neck and squeezed.
Toni's face was turning red. She was gasping for breath. She tried to get her chin up and out so that she could take in some gulps of fresh air, but Judy was too powerful for her.
Toni surrendered!
Judy ground her reeking cunt right into Toni's face. She levered with her hips and drove her hairy twat hard and brusquely into her rival's gasping face.
Toni had no choice. Her nose was buried in the other woman's open cunt. Her mouth was pressed against the matted curls of her pubic hairs. She could breathe, but only through her nose, and the only air she could take in was the rank air that rose from Judy's sweaty snatch.
Her face was pushed deep against her rival's crotch. She could maintain her determination and keep her mouth shut but sooner or later, she knew, her lungs would burst. She could not hold out forever against her rival's pressure.
She made one last, desperate lunge, thrusting with all the power in her loins. For a moment it seemed to work. The two women slid across the floor, tightly locked in mutual embrace, under the impetus given them by Toni's thrust. For a moment Judy wavered and loosened her grasp.
But Toni did not have the power to exploit the moment. Her lungs were bursting, her blood was depleted of its essential oxygen. She could not maintain her initial effort. The exertion was too much for her. She weakened.
Judy seized the moment to reassert her ascendancy. Her arms were tightened, her thighs locked even more firmly than before.
Toni surrendered.
She had to open her mouth to survive!
Toni opened her mouth as wide as she could to fill her lungs. Judy pressed into her with her groin. The open mouth between her thighs was filled with hair and female tissues. Toni breathed in, desperately, but she could take in only a little air-and that heavy tainted by the sweat and stale musk of her rival's dripping cunt-and all the rest of her mouth was filled with cunt.
There was nothing else she could do. She applied her lips to her rival's cunt and sucked.
Judy bucked with the pleasure.
The pressure was off-at least in part. Toni could breathe again. She breathed deeply and continued sucking the cunt thrust into her mouth. The juices trickled down into her throat. Sweat, cunt juice, stale piss and blood. She stuck out her tongue and reached into the snatch.
Up and down went the tongue, exploring the cunt walls, the clit, the luscious fluids beginning to flow freely from the erotic womanly opening.
Judy eased the pressure and rocked with the pleasure. Toni probed deeply and was rewarded by a further loosening of the pressure. Her hands went at Judy's ass and pulled at it. She pulled at the soft round cheeks and reached further into the crack at Judy's backside.
Judy eased her pressure further.
Toni's fingertips reached the tight bum hole and started exploring.
The pressure eased further.
Toni's tongue found the hard bump of Judy's erect clitoris. Licked at it, licked around and around, sending waves of pleasurable passions through Judy's reclining body.
Toni's Ups closed over the area of Judy's clit. Her tongue still held it in focus in her sights.
Judy's body started rocking and swaying. She seemed ready to give up the fight and change it into something else.
Toni worked with her jaws, drew back her Ups and brought her teeth closer. Her teeth grazed the soft tissues surrounding Judy's clit.
Toni took a deep breath, steeled her muscles and pounced.
Her teeth suddenly clamped down hard and viciously on her rival's clit.
Judy screamed.
She tried to fight free but she couldn't without risk of serious damage to the center of her sexuality. She tried pulling at her rival's legs but nothing helped.
Toni's fingers were inside Judy's asshole, tearing away inside. The game was up for Judy. Her clit viciously bitten in front, her asshole cruelly torn in rear, there was nothing she could do.
She went limp and relaxed.
Toni seized the advantage. She released her head from the thighs clamped around it and wrapped her own thighs around her rival's head.
She was safe, safer than Judy. Her cunt was not vulnerable nor was her asshole. They were protected by a thick layer of tightly stretched rubber. Now she squeezed, as hard as Judy had squeezed and with similar effect.
Judy was suffocated. Her nose and mouth were tightly pressed against her rival's glossy black pants. With every attempt to inhale, whether with nose or with mouth, the rubber was sucked in, acting like a valve, and cutting off all flow of air. Inhaling was impossible.
In her desperation Judy tried exhaling, blowing out in the direction of Toni's cunt. That gave her a brief respite as the rubber fabric was blown off her face and allowed her to breathe in for a brief second. Meanwhile she was scrabbling desperately with her fingers in the other woman's ass.
She couldn't get into the crack, of course, not with the rubber covering and the hard ridge of rubber set in the seam that rested almost permanently tight up Toni's crack.
But, she could press on that seam and wedge it about and feel it squirm under her fingers. Her nose, too, she noticed, if properly directed, could keep the seam in front pressed deep into Toni's crack while keeping the black rubber clear of her own nostrils. She poked now, therefore, with fingers and nose, driving the seam of the pants deeper into the crack that connected Toni's cunt in front with her asshole in back.
She worked at it slowly and gradually, nose in front, fingers in back. And something told Judy that her strategy would work. She would sense it in the contortions of the other woman who still held her in an iron grasp.
Toni was sighing and moaning.
Something was happening to her!
An urgent urging was working up again in her cunt and in her ass. She wasn't interested in fighting, only in holding on to this woman whom she had in her grasp, hold on to her and continue the pleasurable painful sensations in her cunt and her ass.
She was aflame again. Desire was stabbing her deep in the cunt, deep in the ass, radiating out from there all over her body.
She was hot and desiring. She wanted. She wanted to be fucked or sucked or stroked or spanked. She wanted whatever she could get. She wanted it to go on and on. She wanted, wanted desperately!
Carl had sensed a pause in the action and had used it to free the captive host, Frank.
Now Frank, too, crouched close to watch the two women, wondering who would emerge victor from this strange contest and how she would achieve it.
Frank's cock was long and limp. It had been forced against the iron frame of the coffee table for so long that it had become practically paralyzed and set in the long position, though the hardness had quickly drained out of it.
Now it was soft, as if by habit, and almost completely numb and devoid of sensations. He stroked at it with one hand to attempt to bring some feeling back to his sorely abused tool, and with his other hand he massaged and scratched himself all over, especially where the ropes and straps had constrained and chafed against the marble and the frame of the table.
But as Frank watched, he found the blood beginning to circulate through his body with increasing speed and force. It was especially noticeable in his cock. There the flow seemed to start off deep in his bowels, become concentrated in his balls and from the flow on into his cock with the quickening of life.
What had caused it?
It was the sight he was observing. Two women, who thought they were still engaged in a bloody battle but had been overtaken by the sensuality of their erotic involvement with each other.
For Judy and Toni had, in effect, stopped struggling now for control over each other and any struggling they were doing was in order for each to increase her pleasures and desires and to increase also the pleasures and desires of her mate.
Toni had relaxed, enjoying the manipulation that Judy was now engaged in, the stroking, pulling, pressing of the thick rubber band in her snatch fore and aft, enjoying the sharp needle pricks, enjoying the daggers of flame that shot into her cunt and her clit and her asshole and radiated from there through her body.
She squiggled and squirmed with her ass and her hips and helped Judy drive her fingers deep into the cleft between her bum cheeks and thus heighten the effect of the nail studded ridge of rubber that ran the full length of her crack from asshole to cunt.
Judy too, was deriving pleasure from it.
Even the feel of the rubber against her nose and mouth and cheeks was pleasurable. The firm grip on her head from the sumptuous thighs of her wrestling companion added to the pleasures she felt in her face and the constriction on her neck and head occasioned by the pressing and squeezing legs caused the blood to be concentrated at the surface of her skin and thus exposed them to heightened sensations.
Judy's pelvis was rocking with the pleasure. She drove her body close to that of her companion. She felt the other woman's tits pressing hard against her abdomen.
Toni's nipples-as almost always while she was wearing the special bra-were hard and erect.
Now she felt the sensations flowing into them and seeming to make them even harder. Her nipples were on fire, her breasts aflame. She ground her tits into Judy's body to get relief and found that it served only to arouse her passions further. She squirmed her chest against Judy's soft young belly and felt the passions of love and desire squirm through her body and engulf her entirely.
Toni released her tight grip on Judy's thighs and ass. Now, she held each thigh separately and pulled from the back. The thighs parted. Her head went forward. She smelled the sweat and the animal excitement and the musky feminine smell of a woman in heat. Her nose began to tremble.
She opened the thighs further. Her hand felt itself drawn forward. Judy's thighs opened up around her and Toni forced her whole head between them.
Her head followed her nose and her nose followed the heady, overpowering scent. She could feel the moist excretions from Judy's cunt bathing her face, she opened her mouth to take in the full scent, she parted her lips and applied them to the sticky wetness of the other woman's cunt and breathed in with joy.
Judy melted with desire. She squirmed her ass and tried to spear Toni's probing tongue with her hardened clit.
She missed but her gaping hole neatly managed to engulf the other woman's tongue with ease. The tongue curled into the shape of a tube and entered further. Inside Judy's cunt all manner of strange things started happening, muscles she never knew existed started contracting and expanding and from every pore of her inner skin the fluids started flowing in a generous outpouring of excitement.
Judy felt her desire mounting for something of the same for herself. It was great having her cunt licked and sucked by another woman, but she wanted the same thing, too, she too wanted to taste the sweet taste of sticky cunt and feel the flowing fluids on her lips and tongue and nibble at the delectable morsel of women flesh hidden in a juicy snatch.
Her mouth was wide open and her lips were grabbing hungrily. She could get at the flesh at Toni's thighs when she turned her head, and taste the tantalizing smell and aroma of Toni's femininity as it seeped out from between the thigh and the rubber pants.
She could reach out with her tongue but all she could reach was the shiny soft rubber of the pants that guarded Toni's love portal. The rubber had an exciting taste of its own, heightened by the sweat and musk that was concentrated between Toni's thighs, but it could not compensate for the real thing that lay so tantalizingly near and yet so much out of reach.
Judy felt she wanted to cry with the frustration. Could she ever get at that delectable cunt she now desired more than anything else in the world?
Her fingers clawed and scrabbled. She tried to pull down the black rubber pants from the waist but Toni's belly was pressed close to her chest and the waistband seemed caught at the front. She did manage to pull it down at the back, a tantalizing inch or two, just enough to feel the sweat underneath the rubber, just enough to feel the downy soft hairs at the base of Toni's spine, hairs covered with little pearls of sweat.
She tried again tugging at the side. Again she managed to pull the black rubber down for an inch or two but her progress was halted by the fine swell of Toni's hip and as she reluctantly let go, the rubber snapped back into place with a resounding splatter.
Now she changed her target area, trying to, get to the source of her desired pleasure from the other end, from the thigh. Her fingers got in between thigh and rubber and started easing up the stretchy material. Her fingers made progress, she had two fingers under the rubber up to the first knuckle, then three and then four. She continued probing and soon had them in up to the second knuckle.
The rubber was raised and the smell from the dripping cunt so close to her nose and her mouth was now overwhelming her senses and suffusing her with even more insatiable desire.
She was close, she knew, and she had to get there soon!
Her fingers went in deeper, sliding over the sweat and exudations as if they were lubricants. They encountered damp hairs and thrilled to their wiriness. She went further and found her progress getting wetter and wetter and the skin under her fingertips softer and softer and warmer and warmer.
She was heading in the right direction.
Carl watched the procedure with excitement-and apprehension. Those were expensive pants, especially made for him and valuable for exciting women in situations such as this. They were fragile, too, and he didn't want to see them tom under Judy's frenzied tugging and probing.
Perhaps he should get Toni to take them off. Perhaps he should take them off for her. He wanted to move but something about the desperation with which Judy was trying to force her way in appealed to him and he simply continued to sit on his haunches and watch the scene.
Judy's fingertips were inside Toni's cunt. They had found the crack and then they had found the tight long hole, flowing heavily with its creamy gism.
She had two fingers in the hole and she was exploiting her advantage to the fullest. She brought her other hand into play to help raise and pull back the edge of the tight rubber at the thigh, and managed to get her hand in even further.
This was it. This was one way to do it. She could roll up the rubber and push it up and fold it, get it off the thigh, get it to the cunt.
The heavy rubber ridge inside the pants had long since been pushed to one side, out of Toni's crack and over to the side, between the other thigh and the mound of her pubis, where the triangle of hairs ended against the fold of the thigh.
The softer and thinner rubber that had formed the leg part now followed suit with greater ease. The cunt, over Judy's probing fingers, was now covered only by a thin layer of the shiny black material, the erotic stuff made of rubber. Her probing lips could feel the fingers though it.
Judy decided on a strategic retreat the better to consolidate her planned advance.
The fingers slipped out, all four, sticky and gooey and wet. Unhesitatingly, Judy brought them to her mouth and sucked at them long and hungrily, sucking and licking off every last taste of Toni's woman scent and flavor. Then she used both hands together, all her fingers and her thumbs, too, and worked on the remaining strip of thin rubber.
It was tight, now, very tight, and the mound of Toni's cunt seemed an insurmountable obstacle to any attempt to roll back the rubber any further. And yet Judy persisted.
The curled hairs were showing clearly, the first edge of red-suffused cunt Ups could be seen. She continued stretching and pushing. Her fingers went back on the cunt again and pressed down the ridges. The oozing fluids helped to lubricate the movements. She pressed and stretched and pulled and eased. It was coming. The rubber stretched, the whole of one lip was in sight.
And then she had to let go!
The curled folds of rubber snapped suddenly into Toni's gaping cunt and became buried deep inside the gash.
But for Judy that was enough.
The snatch was hers.
Her lips clamped down, tasting the cunt flesh and its oozing pleasures while at the same time other parts of her lips were encountering folds of rubber. Her tongue shot out and discovered that there was enough exposed of her companion's cunt for the tongue to intrude and explore. Her fingers groped at the exposed Up and opened it wider.
The fingers of her other hand were at work at Toni's rear end. They too had pushed back enough of the rubber so that her fingertips could explore with ease the deep long gap and feel the tender tissue midway between asshole and snatch. She pressed and was rewarded by an increased trembling and quivering of the body underneath her face and an extra bonus of heightened passion in her own cunt that Toni was exploring and probing and sucking and licking in the height of her aroused frenzy.
Judy's pleasure seemed complete.
Suddenly she felt a sharp tug at her hair.
She resisted. The tug was demanding, painful, hurting. Rough hands grabbed her head. Her head was being pulled away. She tried to hold on with her lips and her teeth to the cunt she had won with so much effort, to the one Up she had been able to expose. She held on with her hands but she was unequal to the struggle.
The hands at her head pulled harder and harder. Her mouth parted, her fingers relaxed and she reluctantly had to allow the rough hands of a man to pull her off Toni's cunt and from out of the comfortable space between Toni's thighs.
It was Carl. He could control himself no longer. The sight of what Judy and Toni had been doing to each other, coming on top of all the other erotic excitation to which he had been subject for the past five hours, was just too much.
His cock, stiff and hard and red and long, stuck out straight from his body and demanded instant participation. His mouth, drooling with the accumulation of saliva, could no longer be denied.
He pulled Judy unceremoniously off Toni's cunt, reached down and grabbed Toni's ass in his powerful arms, raised up her butt with one hand so that her back arched, and with the other hand he peeled down her rubber pants, peeled them off her waist, off her hips, dug them literally out of her long tight crack where all the action in recent minutes had wedged them so tightly.
He got the pants down to a point just below the level of Toni's cunt and immediately he pounced on the juicy wet morsel with all the urgency of a man dying of thirst in the desert.
The tight rubber held her well-formed thighs close to each other and Carl strained to pull them apart and get his face even closer into the center of her joys.
His tongue was out, lapping, his lips were glued on her cunt, sucking. His face tried to close the distance.
Impossible!
He raised her thighs, holding both of them in the crook of his arm. With his other hand he pulled and tugged. The pants were rolled into a thin band, tight and tough. He pulled, pulled, grabbed, dragged. The rolled-up band of rubber stretched over the bulge of the thighs, then cleared the major obstacle and started sliding more easily.
Toni had her legs clamped around Judy's head. Now she opened them and then placed her ankles close together. The pants slid down to her knees. Over the knees, over the legs, down over the ankles. Carl gave a final tug and the rolled-up pants flew off Toni's feet and landed somewhere on the other side of the room.
Carl's mouth was fastened on Toni's crack and he drank in hungrily. The thighs closed around his head, enveloping him in their comforting warm protection. The juices ran into his mouth, filled him, mixed with his own urgent saliva, and coursed down the edges of his mouth and down his cheeks.
He stretched out his legs in luxurious exaltation. His cock stood out stiff and proud.
Judy had been forced to relinquish her position at Toni's crack, but she had been adamant about maintaining her sexual-oral contact with Toni.
Her legs were still wrapped tightly around Toni's head and Toni's tongue was still buried in her own snatch. The three bodies on the floor were writhing together and separately, each trying to find completion of its sexual demands.
Judy's mouth was free. Free and empty. It sought something to hold on to. Something to suck, something to fill its vast emptiness. Something to give her joy and pleasure and fulfillment. She was conscious of her desires but unconscious of what or where she was or who was with her.
Her mouth reached out. It sought reunion with the cunt she had fondled earlier.
