As its title suggests, in this book we are going to explore the world of erotic bondage. For many years, a relatively small number of sexual sophisticates has understood the sexual implications of bondage. However, it has only been in recent years that erotic bondage has achieved widespread appeal among the sexually knowledgeable.
What accounts for this change of attitude? In the author's opinion, there are a number of explanations of why bondage has achieved its current popularity.
In the first place, we are living in the era of the Sexual Revolution. Today, the average person has a much greater knowledge of the pathways of human sexuality than at any time in the past. Not surprisingly, this increased knowledge has been accompanied by a greater desire to experiment with the offbeat or "kinky" modes of sex. As a result, many modern couples have experimented with bondage. As might be expected, some of them have discarded it. But others have become bondage enthusiasts. Some individuals, in fact, have become so enthusiastic that they have built up large collections of pillories, leather straps, discipline helmets and the numerous other items that are associated with erotic bondage.
There are other reasons why bondage sometimes achieves such a grip on its followers. At the level of purely conscious experience, we must recognize that bondage has great aesthetic appeal. Erotic and often exotic clothing is an essential item of many bondage sessions. Thus, the victim may start out in black brassiere, panties and garter belt together with sheer black nylon stockings, and spike-heeled shoes or exotic boots. She may wear long black kid gloves or other items made of leather or rubber, and will sometimes wear a complete outfit of such items.
Needless to say, such costuming has an aesthetic effect of its own. However, bondage takes the effect one step further. For example, white clothesline rope employed to bind nylon-clad ankles and thighs together is aesthetically appealing, particularly when the victim is wearing black or dark stockings which make a vivid contrast with the white rope.
In addition, bondage has connotations that strongly suggest sex at a somewhat sublimated level. For example, it is quite common to employ a red rubber ball to gag a victim. The sight of an attractive female with her mouth forced wide open by such a ball, her face straining with obvious discomfort, produces a highly erotic effect on bondage fans. The reason becomes obvious when we realize that the red rubber ball is a phallic substitute. Thus, the gagging ceremonies are a form of symbolic fellatio, and a highly realistic one at that. The obvious strain on the victim's face duplicates that of a fellatrix trying to accommodate a large penis.
Moreover, at an unconscious level, bondage is often employed to reinforce traditional concepts of the role to be played by each sex in relation to the other. Thus, traditionally, the male is expected to be the aggressor, while the female is expected to play the role of the submissive and yielding partner. Where a wife or other feminine partner submits to bondage as a form of sexual foreplay, both parties are permitted to act out their fantasies in a way that conforms with traditional role concepts.
In this book, we are going to see the effect of erotic bondage on a young couple, Warren and Angela Roberts. Quite innocent but interested in experimenting with swinging and various forms of sexual activity, Warren and his shapely young wife are caught in the web of bondage quite by accident and are introduced to its mysteries despite their conscious will. Their response is quite similar to that of many other modern couples who have experimented with erotic bondage.
There now seems little doubt that bondage will become even more popular in the years to come. For that reason, we believe that this book is must reading for those who want to learn more about this. important subject. Although a work of fiction, we believe that it is a landmark work in the understanding of erotic bondage.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
"Now you two just relax and make yourselves comfortable," Lillian Blackburn said, smiling graciously at the young couple. Her southern accent was quite charming. "This is going to be some little show! We always start out this way. You know, it gets folks in the mood!" The attractive woman winked knowingly and walked away.
"She seems so nice," Angela Roberts remarked to her husband. "In fact, everyone here seems so nice."
"Right," Warren Roberts absentmindedly agreed with his wife.
The spacious living room of the Oklahoma ranch house was slowly beginning to fill with people, and there was an excited buzz of conversation and laughter. Everyone seemed light that flooded the stage with white light. A voice, which Warren and Angela would later recognize as belonging to Harry Blackburn, came over a loudspeaker to announce that the assembled guests were about to see a performance of "The Old Maid Schoolteacher."
Just as he finished speaking, an attractive but somewhat severe looking woman appeared on the upraised stage. Warren quickly noted that she was dressed just like the other women at the party, except that her brunette hair had been put up in a tight bun at the nape of her neck and she was wearing horn-rimmed glasses in an apparent effort to look like an old maid schoolteacher. Her black brassiere pushed her white sweater outward in an impressive fashion, and her short skirt and black stockings revealed full but very shapely legs.
"Her name is Barbara Harris," Lillian Blackburn informed Warren in a confidential whisper. "She really is a schoolteacher. How'd you like to cut something like that?" As she spoke, her hand boldly began working his leg.
Moments later, a handsome young man appeared on stage. His hair was jet black and wavy, and he looked to be in his early twenties.
"That's Mike Harmon," Lillian Blackburn explained to Angela, leaning across Warren to do so. "Wait till you see the whanger he's packing!"
The semi-lewd remark made Angela squirm in her seat, both from expectation and embarrassment. The curvaceous young blonde had, of course, never seen two people performing the sex act before, and the thought that the duo on stage were about to do just that was quite unsettling.
On stage, Barbara Harris and Mike Harmon commenced their skit which was based upon the hackneyed plot of a naughty pupil kept after school by his strict old maid schoolteacher. Barbara had equipped herself with a long ruler and both of them were keeping quite in character. However, the dialogue was being largely ignored by much of the audience and particularly the males in it. For Barbara had seated herself and crossed her shapely legs in a provocative manner that left her black stocking tops and milk white thighs on full display!
Warren and the other men in the audience, having been fed a steady diet of pantyhose in recent years, sat straight up in their chairs, craning their necks to see. The erection that Warren had been struggling against remorselessly arrived, and Lillian boldly rested her hand on the tent in his slacks and began fondling him in an experienced manner. Angela noticed although she pretended otherwise.
On stage the action quickly dissolved into pure sex. Barbara stood up, producing a few moans from the audience, and locked herself in a tight embrace with Mike, their tongues meeting and their bodies writhing against one another. Mike's hands slid down her back and cupped themselves around her full, womanly hips, digging in to the plump mounds of feminine flesh and at the same time working her red skirt upward, once again bringing black stocking tops and white thighs into view. At the same time, Barbara's hand could be seen working feverishly against the front of Mike's slacks.
When they finally somewhat breathlessly separated, there was a distinct bulge in Mike's slacks. Although fascinated by what she was observing on stage, Angela was aware that there was more than a little feeling and groping going on in the audience. Many of the women had their hands on the nearest male, while masculine hands were roaming over nylon-clad thighs and nicely filled sweaters.
"Really getting you excited, isn't it?" Lillian Blackburn whispered in Warren's ear as she playfully fondled his heavy meat through his slacks.
On stage, Barbara Harris began a striptease. Her horn-rimmed glasses came off first and she paused to undo her brunette hair, letting it cascade loosely down her back nearly to her waist. Her old maid schoolteacher appearance instantly vanished and she looked much younger and more seductive.
"Nice, huh?" Lillian whispered to Warren. "Just think you may get to cut that sometime if you get into this group!"
Barbara slowly pulled off her white sweater, revealing a black brassiere that stood out in vivid contrast with her gleaming white flesh. The attractive brunette appeared flushed and slightly embarrassed, although it was apparent that she was enjoying the rapt attention she was getting from the audience. Slipping off her patent leather pumps, she undid and slowly, seductively lowered and stepped out of her skirt. There were whistles from the audience as she stood before them attired only in black brassiere, matching panties and garter belt, and sheer black nylon hosiery.
At this point Mike stepped forward, cupping her well filled brassiere and squeezing it lewdly with both hands. At the same time, Barbara once again began toying with the front of his slacks, her feminine body wriggling appreciatively at the masculinity that was so available.
"Gets you hot just watching, doesn't it?" Lillian teased.
"Sure does!" Warren had to admit.
Mike stepped behind Barbara while she faced the audience, undid the strap of her brassiere and slowly removed the garment. There were more whistles from the audience as Barbara's scarlet tipped, lushly full breasts spilled silkily from the cups of her brassiere and jounced provocatively in full view. From behind her Mike fondled the two plump mounds with widespread hands, and Barbara writhed sensuously with her brunette head thrown sharply back.
Mike's hands moved downward and his fingers slipped into the waistband of her black panties. An anticipatory silence came over the room as the young man began working the girl's panties downward, gradually bringing into full view an enticing display of richly brunette, thickly curled pubic hair. His hands covering much more territory than was necessary, Mike pulled the tiny garment below her hips and let it slither down to a small ring at her ankles. Barbara stepped out of it, giving the audience a fleeting glimpse of pink meat as she did so.
"Mmmmm, what a body!" Warren remarked to himself, squirming in his seat from the visual effect combined with Lillian's naughty hand.
Looking around, Angela could see that the audience was becoming more aroused with an obvious desire to imitate the activities on stage. The heavily erotic atmosphere was exciting but more than a little shocking to the innocent young woman, and the thought of what was still to come made her bite her pretty lip quite anxiously.
"It's your turn, Mike!" one of the women spectators called out from the audience. Other women joined in, and it was readily apparent that they were quite worked up about what they were to see.
Still wearing her black stockings and garter belt, Barbara stepped back and Mike took center stage. Knowing that the audience was becoming impatient for action, he quickly peeled off everything. As he straightened up after discarding his shorts, a chorus of breathless "uuuuuhhhhs!" and "aaaahhhhhs!" came from the female members of the audience. And with good reason, too. His rigidly upright, purplish-hued masculine spear, capped by a massive head, stood at least nine inches in length!
"Oh, my!" Angela rasped, clasping one hand over her mouth. The sight of so much raw, naked masculine meat sent shivers racing through her entire body, and the shapely young blonde unconsciously squirmed at the thought of being impaled on a harpoon like that.
"Didn't I tell you?" Lillian asked, leaning across Warren to nudge her female guest. "Even a nun couldn't resist a whanger like that!"
Bending forward from the waist, Barbara Harris quickly slipped the plumshaped crown of his cock right into her mouth. Mike's body stiffened perceptibly and he bit his lip as the warm, wet sweetness of his partner's mouth suddenly assaulted his hotly throbbing manhood.
"Ooooooh!" Angela gasped as she found herself staring at the oral sex scene, but she was not alone. Other women in the audience gasped in similar fashion and some could be seen squirming in their seats as they vicariously placed themselves in Barbara's position.
As the audience watched intently, Mike began backing slowly to a chair and Barbara, bent over with her long brunette hair reaching nearly to the stage, followed him with her mouth encircling his magnificent cock-head. Mike gently eased himself into the chair and Barbara dropped to her nylon-clad knees between his legs, all without once relinquishing her oral grip on his upright tower. Hooking his bare legs around her soft feminine body, the young man leaned back in his chair to thoroughly enjoy being eaten by the comely brunette.
"Eat it, baby! Eat it!" Mike told her in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "Eat that hot meat-and-cream sandwich! Don't worry, there'll be plenty of cream left over for your pussy!!"
His lewd remarks brought snickers from some in the audience, although they made Angela feel more than a little uneasy. The inexperienced young housewife could hardly imagine the very idea of performing fellatio in front of an audience, and the unsettling thought had occurred to her that later she might be expected to do the same thing. The very idea made her limp.
On stage, Barbara Harris put on an expert performance of fellatio that held the audience spellbound. Her soft bare arms locked around Mike's waist, she greedily began eating and orally assaulting his stiffly erect, blood-engorged prick in every conceivable fashion. Moving rapidly and ardently and making animal-like sounds of excitement, she repeatedly thrust it into her mouth and let it poke outward against first one cheek and then the other, while she moved her head around to permit penetration from all angles.
From there she turned her head sideways and moved rapidly up and down while constantly nibbling, as if eating corn on the cob. And at times she would simply open her mouth as far as possible and plunge it downward over the rigidly upright shaft, making inch after inch totally disappear to the point where the audience would gasp. Apparently oblivious to the audience and acting as if she were totally sex-starved, the attractive brunette never once paused to catch her breath and rarely slowed the action down. "Wow!" Warren remarked. Although his eyes were riveted on the stage, he was aware that Lillian Blackburn had discreetly unzipped his fly and had cupped her soft, small hand around his own raging erection. She had crossed her shapely legs and her red slit skirt was drawn back to reveal an intriguing glimpse of black nylon and white thigh.
Angela was finding herself almost hypnotized by the incredibly lewd performance that Barbara was putting on for them. The innocent young woman had performed fellatio for her husband, but never with such wanton abandonment--and always as a brief form of foreplay. The idea of performing fellatio to a climax, which the participants on stage were apparently planning, gave her cold chills.
"Mmmmmmmm! M mm mm mm mm! Ahhhhhhhhh!" Barbara Harris' ecstatic, primitive exclamations of sensuous pleasure were audible throughout the room. "Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!"
It was readily apparent that Barbara's voracious appetite for cock was having its effect on her masculine partner. Biting his lips, Mike was jerking his pelvis back and forth with quick, spasmodic thrusts. Apparently sensing victory, Barbara plunged her mouth down over his hotly swollen, feverish maleness and sucked wildly. Tantalized beyond endurance by the breath-taking assault, Mike's self-control vanished and the young man let himself go completely.
Barbara turned her head aside at the last moment and a vivid blob of white cum shot high into the air and landed in her brunette hair. A second blob followed a lower trajectory and splashed against her forehead, and as Mike rose partly from his seat the remaining blobs landed both on her face and in her hair. The young stud had saved up quite a load for the occasion, and Barbara's hair and face were thoroughly adorned with white frosting before Mike settled back down in his chair.
"Oooooh! Ahhhhh! Wowwwww!" Breathless and gasping, Barbara seemed thoroughly intoxicated by the shower of semen to which she had just been subjected. Running her fingers through her hair and over her forehead to collect the tasty masculine cream, she excitedly licked her fingers as if she had been eating fried chicken.
"Ooooooh!" Angela and other women in the audience repeatedly gasped at the lewd sight of white semen splattering over Barbara's hair and face, and at times Angela could hardly believe her eyes. Although she was quite earnest about becoming a swinger, the totally inexperienced woman found the scene profoundly shocking. The sight of Barbara greedily licking her fingers afterwards was particularly repugnant.
Angela's similarly inexperienced husband, Warren, was equally shocked but in a different fashion. The sight of white cream cascading over a woman's face and head, an idea he had never even thought of before, was unbelievably stimulating, particularly with Lillian Blackburn's hand gently rubbing and stroking his own rigidly swollen prick, "Don't fight it!" Lillian whispered in his ear. "Let yourself come once and then you'll have a lot more staying power later on, which you're definitely going to need!" Nudging him playfully with her elbow, the attractive hostess produced a small plastic sandwich bag that was apparently designed to protect his clothing.
On stage Mike's supple hose was beginning to droop noticeably and Barbara, concluding her semen snack, plunged back into action with her mouth. The very idea shocked Angela, who gulped and looked around to see what effect it had on others. However, most of the audience seemed so pre-occupied with private concerns that there was little reaction. In fact, the pretty young blonde noted that some couples were starting to steal away to more private locations.
"That's the way! Eat it, baby!" Mike told his stage partner in a voice loud enough to be heard by everyone.
Clasping the thick trunk with one hand, Barbara began pulling and stroking on it manually while at the same time sucking it with her cheeks collapsing inward. The combined assault soon began to have its effect and the powerful masculine pleasure weapon began to harden and expand to its full length. Angela was surprised and could see that some of the other women in the audience were similarly affected by the quick rehabilitation. Fully successful, Barbara planted a series of moist, eager kisses up and down the gigantic phallus.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" the comely brunette begged in a distraught voice. "Fuck me!" Without warning, Barbara, her long brunette hair flying, jumped on Mike's lap with her stockinged legs coiled around his midsection!
"Oooooooohhhh!" Barbara screamed with a mixture of ecstasy and pain as she voluntarily impaled herself on his towering masculine missile. "Ooooooooohhhhhh!!!!!"
"Oooooo!" Many of the women in the audience, including Angela, gasped as in their imagination they placed themselves in Barbara's position.
Their sexual organs coupled and his husky arms around his partner's back, Mike slowly got to his feet. Shuddering and squirming and emitting wild cries of excitement, Barbara wound her arms and legs around him and held on for dear life. As they faced the audience, everyone could see that the young stud's huge prick was shoved in clear to the balls.
Angela gasped, her eyes nearly popping. The thought of having such a hunk of meat jammed brutally into her like that made the innocent young woman simply squirm with movements that were unconsciously imitative of coitus.
Mike began walking around the stage with his squealing, squirming partner clinging to him, her black stockings standing out vividly against her white flesh. After twice circling the stage, Mike backed Barbara against one wall and began pumping like a jackhammer.
"Oooooh, wow! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!" Barbara screamed deliriously under the hard masculine assault. "Fuck me harder! Harder! Oooooh! Oh, oh, oh! Ooooooh! Ooooooh!"
"Jeez!" Warren gasped. Visually stimulated by the raw, savage sex on stage and physically tantalized beyond endurance by Lillian Blackburn's massaging hand, the young man could not hold himself back and climaxed into the plastic container his thoughtful hostess had provided.
"There! You'll be a much better stud for me later on!" the older woman told him with a smile.
"Oooooh! Oooooo! Faster! Faster!
CHAPTER TWO
"Are you ready for your initiation now?" Angela was clearly startled by the mellifluous, confident masculine voice behind her. Looking around, she found herself confronted by a well built, heavily tanned man who obviously spent most of his time outdoors. He was wearing a brown leather outfit that looked quite masculine-just the type of dress that she would have expected from a rugged rancher.
"I'm Harry Blackburn," the stranger introduced himself with a disarming smile.
Angela tried to say something, but she seemed to have cotton in her mouth. Her virile host was much more handsome and appealing than she had imagined, and the comely young blonde found her cheeks beginning to grow quite warm at the thought of what might transpire between them. After the lewd performance she had just witnessed, her mind was agog with vivid sexual images.
"After that little show I would think you would be in the mood for some real swinging!" Harry Blackburn remarked, extending a hand to help her to her feet.
"Y-yes!" Angela managed to stammer. Glancing around, she noticed that the room had been deserted except for the two of them. The idea that the large ranch house was filled with couples engaged in various phases of sexual activity was more than a little mind-boggling to the inexperienced young housewife. "I guess everyone else is . .she began but couldn't finish the sentence.
"Yes," Harry Blackburn nodded affirmatively. His eyes were busily at work, drinking in his young guest's curvaceous figure. Angela's fashionably short orange knit dress clung to her in a formatting manner, emphasizing the figure-eight effect created by her outthrust bosom, narrow waist, and girlishly buxom hips. The dress ended several inches above her knees, revealing smooth, shapely legs enhanced by dark brown nylons. She was wearing brown suede, high heel sandals, open in the front to display brightly painted toenails. She was absolutely perfect as far as he was concerned.
Angela did not notice that he was carrying a small pair of handcuffs until he had slipped one cuff around her wrist. "What are you doing?" she asked in sudden alarm, trying to jerk back.
"It's just part of the initiation, honey," he replied. "Don't worry!" He spoke in a lighthearted, jocular manner, as if it were all just a joke.
"Well, I don't... "
Before she realized what was happening to her, Angela found herself with her wrists handcuffed behind her back. The helpless feeling was quite disturbing. She pulled at the cuffs, but could see that she was trapped.
"This goes with it!" Harry Blackburn said, producing a black scarf. The older man quickly folded it in rectangular fashion and used it to blindfold Angela, the black cloth standing out vividly against her blonde hair and white flesh.
"I don't... " Angela did not like the idea of being blindfolded and helpless one bit, but minimized her protests. He had assured her it was nothing to worry about, and she didn't want to be called a bad sport.
Without further ado, Harry Blackburn picked up his helpless victim and tossed her over his left shoulder as if she were a sack of flour, holding her with his left arm hooked around her nylon-clad thighs.
"Hey!" Angela cried out with surprise as she suddenly found herself in that undignified position. "What do you think you're... "
"Be quiet!" Harry Blackburn told her as if she were a naughty child, giving her a playful but vigorous smack across the tightly drawn seat of her dress.
"Oww!" Angela yelped, embarrassed by the mistreatment he was so cavalierly inflicting on her.
Amused by her squirming struggles, Harry Blackburn carried the struggling young woman out of the room. Her vision cut off by the blindfold, Angela had no idea where he was taking her. But she could tell that he was taking her down a set of stairs and that the air had suddenly become much cooler. Apparently she was in some type of cellar.
Although Angela had not become aware of it, Harry Blackburn had just delivered another innocent prisoner to his lavishly equipped bondage chamber! The walls of the large basement were lined with rock to help create a dungeon-like atmosphere, and various hooks and similar devices could be seen protruding from the walls. A St. Andrew's cross, a gallows and similar bondage items were scattered around the room, and in addition there were several cabinets used for storage of bondage equipment. The entire scene was eerie and frightening, and in a way Angela was lucky that the blindfold blocked off her vision.
"Where are we?" the pretty blonde asked apprehensively, turning her blindfolded head in various directions in an attempt to get her bearings.
Harry Blackburn did not reply. Instead, he flipped on a tape recorder containing a background of human noises designed to create the impression that others, perhaps many others, were present in the room. Angela immediately fell for the deception.
"Oh, no!" she gasped, her pretty knees nearly buckling under her. "Not in front of... I thought we were alone!" She desperately wanted to flee but the blindfold made that impossible.
Harry Blackburn rubbed his hands gleefully, thoroughly enjoying the humiliation and terror he was inflicting on his shapely young victim. Standing behind her with his hands on her shoulders, he allowed her handcuffed fingers to feel the hardness that was forming in his leather slacks.
"New girls get gang banged by all the ranch hands!!!" he whispered lewdly in her ear "Oh, NOOOOO!" Angela screamed, trying to twist away from his lascivious grasp. "Let me go! Oh, my God!" Her wrists jerked frantically at the handcuffs, but they remained firmly locked in position. The hum of background voices on the tape recorder contributed to her mounting terror. Oh, my God, she told herself. I've been trapped! He's a fiend! Oh, vie were crazy to get into this!
Writhing with terror, Angela collapsed to her knees on the hard cement surface. "Let me go! Oh, please let me go! Oh, please! Please!" Hot tears moistened her blindfold.
Harry Blackburn was busy adjusting a wooden frame that was placed about two feet from one wall. The frame consisted of four six-feet long two-by-fours nailed into a square and securely bolted in an upright position to the cement surface. At each corner, there was a leather cuff which could be employed to hold the victim in a spread-eagled position.
"C'mon," he spoke gruffly, completely abandoning the lighthearted manner he had used to ensnare the innocent young woman.
Grabbing Angela by one arm, he lifted her up to her feet.
"Oh, please!" Angela gasped, her knees going out from under her. "What are you going to do to me? Oh, please! I'm scared! Oh, nooooooo!"
Harry Blackburn half-dragged the limp, squirming girl over to the wooden torture frame. Her vision still obstructed by the blindfold, Angela felt one leather cuff closing about her slender ankle.
"Oh, no, what are you doing?" the hapless young woman cried out. By this time she was completely terrified of Harry Blackburn.
Holding her to keep her from falling down, Harry Blackburn began pulling her other ankle over to the opposite cuff.
"Oh, it hurts! Stop!" Angela screamed as she felt her pretty legs being remorselessly spread apart. She tried to resist, but he was much stronger, and a few moments later she could feel the other cuff closing about her ankle. The spreadeagle position pulled her legs far apart, forcing her orange knit dress upward to reveal her dark brown stocking tops and white thighs.
"Oh, no, this is awful! Stop! It hurts! Let me go!" Angela tearfully pleaded. "Please! Oh, pleeeeese!"
Working quickly and with practiced skill, Harry Blackburn stepped behind his horrified victim and began the task of fastening her wrists to the upper cuffs of the frame. Once her wrists were freed from the handcuffs, Angela tried to put up some resistance, but she was no match for his greater strength. In a few moments Angela's arms and legs were spreadeagled in four different directions.
"Oh, nooooo! Please! Oh, it hurts!" Angela pleaded. She was totally helpless and knew it. "Oh, please! Someone! Help me! Ooooooh, please!"
Harry Blackburn equipped himself with a pair of shears and went to work cutting Angela's dress away. It was a moment before she realized what he was doing.
"NOO!" Angela screamed at the top of her lungs. "Oh, don't! My good dress! Oooh, this is awful!"
Seconds later Angela's once nice dress lay in shreds on the floor, and the spreadeagled young woman remained attired only in well-filled black brassiere, matching panties trimmed with white lace, black garter belt and dark brown nylon stockings. The dark garments made a vivid contrast with her white body. Deceived by the tape recorder into thinking an entire audience was watching her, Angela wept with shame and self-pity.
Setting the shears aside, Harry Blackburn took a scissors and proceeded to cut the straps of Angela's brassiere.
"Oh, you fiend! Oh, this is horrible!" Angela screamed as she felt her brassiere being pulled away from her body.
Harry Blackburn's eyes lit up as Angela's delectable breasts tumbled from the cones of her bra. When he had first caught sight of the curvaceous young woman, he had suspected that she was wearing a padded bra but he was now pleased to see that he was quite mistaken. Stepping back to admire the pendulous, brightly tipped mounds, he turned up the volume of the tape recorder slightly to make it seem that the imaginary audience had been aroused by the sight of the young woman's naked breasts.
"Oh, no! Please! Please!" Angela begged, horrified by the spectacle she was making. The spreadeagle position made her feel hideously vulnerable and exposed, and she suspected only too well that worse was to come.
Scissors in hand, Harry Blackburn stepped forward once again. Despite Angela's earsplitting screams he quickly cut away her black panties and threw them on the floor, once again adjusting the volume of the tape recorder to indicate a crowd reaction.
"Oh, no, no, no!" Angela wept with despair as she found herself totally exposed in the obscene position. Her flesh crept and her fingers worked futilely in the cuffs as she instinctively fought to cover herself. "Oh, please, let me go! Oh, this is horrible. Don't humiliate me like this!"
Thoroughly enjoying the sight of the spreadeagled girl attired in garter belt and stockings, Harry Blackburn began removing his own clothes. His jutting erection sticking straight out, he walked over to his helpless victim and began lewdly massaging her full breasts with his hands.
"Oh, take your hands off of me!" Angela screamed. "Stop it! Oh, this is terrible! Help me! Ooooooh!" She struggled against the bonds that held her spreadeagled vulnerably, but the effort only tired her and made her breathless.
Harry Blackburn's hands roamed downward, lewdly fishing into her moist crease and separating the plump outer lips of her cunt. Angela shuddered convulsively as the older man began obscenely finger-fucking her, scraping her highly sensitive clitoris and probing deeply into her vaginal canal. With her shapely, stockinged legs forced wide apart by the bonds at her ankles, she was totally defenseless.
"Oh, stop it! Stop! Oh, please!" Angela tearfully begged. Much to her shame, his probing fingers were arousing her and she felt indecently wet between her legs. "Oh, no, this is horrible! Please! Someone! Help me! Help!" she went on, writhing in torment. "Stop! Take your fingers out! Oooooh! Oh, please!"
By this time Harry Blackburn had three fingers inside the miserable girl, and was rapidly finger-fucking her in a highly vigorous, energetic fashion. Despite her terror and torment, Angela found herself becoming sexually stimulated by the ordeal. Oh, how shameful, she told herself. I'm going to die of shame if nothing else! Oh, this man is a pervert, a degenerate! I was crazy to let him trick, me into this! Oh, I'll never be the same after this!
"You have a beautiful pussy!" Harry Blackburn lewdly told the suffering girl. "Really tight and wet! Everyone's gonna' love it!"
"Oh, how can you talk like that? Oh, please!" Angela gasped in a distraught voice. By this time, her blindfold was soaked with tears and the spreadeagled bondage left her muscles feeling cramped and tired. She could feel her assailant's outthrust pleasure tool occasionally brushing against her as he lasciviously caressed her, and each contact made her shudder violently.
"Okay, guys, she's about ready!" Harry Blackburn announced to his imaginary audience. "How about lining up? Don't fight over it!"
"Oh, no, no, no!" Angela cried out in a terrified voice. "Not like this! Oh, no! No! No!" Despite her conscious horror and revulsion, the hapless young woman realized that she had been deeply aroused in a purely physical fashion by her cruel but sexually experienced host. Her vibrant young body was crying out for fulfillment in every way. Her breasts were taut with female erectness and feminine dew was simply dripping down the insides of her thighs.
"Okay, Carl, I guess you're first!" Harry Blackburn spoke out. "Instead of fucking sheep you can try a woman for a change."
Unseen by his blindfolded victim, Harry Blackburn had equipped himself with a highly realistic dildo that was slightly larger than life size. The hollowed out device was filled with warm water and there was a trigger to fire jets of the water through the imitation meatus. He had fooled more than one woman with the strange device.
"Oh, no, save me, someone!" Angela pleaded. The notion that she was about to be gang banged by a bunch of ranch hands was thoroughly disgraceful.
"OWWWWWW!" Angela shrieked as she suddenly found herself impaled on the large phallus, which instantly recalled memories of the sexual exhibition she had witnessed earlier. "Ooooh, God! Oooooh!"
Standing close to her squirming, thrusting body, Harry Blackburn began ramming the dildo back and forth with coital movements. Had it not been for the fear and distress that clouded her judgement, Angela might not have been deceived. As it was, however, she fell for it completely.
"Ooooo! Oh Oh, it hurts! Not so rough! Ooooooh!" Angela protested between sensuous gasps. "Oh! I'm... Oh! Oh, not so... Oh! Oh! Ooooooooh!" Her tortured body wanted to react to the coital stimulation it was receiving, but the bonds that stretched all four limbs in opposite directions made that almost impossible. She could jerk her pelvic muscles in a somewhat spasmodic fashion, but apart from that she could do little except squirm like a worm.
"Oooooh! Ooooo! Oh, my it's . .Angela gasped. "Oooooh! Oooooohhhh!" The distraught young woman was beginning to Time after time Harry Blackburn tortured his miserable victim with the bizarre dildo, each time bringing her almost to the verge of orgasm and then abruptly withdrawing. The cruel mistreatment eventually reduced Angela to almost total hysteria. Her body aching and cramped from the spread-eagle posture, she found her erotic torment almost unbearable and could hardly believe that anyone would be so sadistic. Her mind began to play tricks on her and she became completely disoriented and confused.
"Ooooooh! Ahhhhhh! Ooooooooh! Nooooooo! Ooooooooohh!" Angela screamed with frustration and hysteria as her cruel tormentor once again withdrew the dildo after a few savage plunges.
Harry Blackburn tossed the dildo aside and gazed triumphantly at his shattered victim. He could see that the blindfolded blonde was completely broken by the torturous experience. It was time to satisfy his own lust. Stepping forward, he clasped her by the waist at both hands and drove his rock hard, wildly palpitating cock in with all the force he could muster.
"Owwwwwww!" Angela screamed, her head snapping back. "No more! I can't take... Ooooohhhhhh!"
"Come, come! Come for me!" Harry Blackburn demanded. "Come, come!"
"Don't torture me like this!" Angela begged. "I can't take any more! Ooooooh! Oooooooh!" After the relentless mistreatment she had endured, the suffering young woman was fearful of the sensuous feelings that once again began to build up in her tormented cunt. But they were returning despite her conscious will.
Holding his writhing victim firmly at the waist, Harry Blackburn began pumping with firm, masculine strokes. The young woman's juicy pussy was delectably tight, and he could feel her cuntal muscles grabbing and snapping at him with voluptuous abandonment. There could be no doubt that his latest conquest had greater potentialities as a sex slave, and the sadistic rancher intended to give her the full course!
"Oooooo! Oh, my! Oh! Ah!" Angela gasped as she once again found herself becoming carried away by sexual torment. "Ooooooh! Don't stop! Don't! Ooooooh! Ahhhhh!" Despite the agony her stretched out body was enduring, the breathless young woman wriggled and thrust in response to the masculine strokes with everything she had. Throughout it all, however, there was the agony of knowing that her sadistic assailant might at any moment withdraw and leave her with that horribly hot, half-fucked feeling that she dreaded so much.
"Come for me!" Harry Blackburn repeatedly instructed the suffering girl. "Come, come!"
As he spoke, he continued thrusting with powerful strokes, impaling her completely on his bone hard, madly pulsating prick. His hands played with her taut, sensitive breasts, massaging and stroking them in a deliberately lewd, primitive fashion. In his opinion, there was nothing more pleasurable than fucking an attractive young woman who was strung up like an animal!
"Oooooh! Oh, my! Ahhhhh! Oh, my! Don't stop! I'll die if you stop! Oooooh! Oh, it feels good! Oooooh!" Angela gasped. The anguished young woman began to dare to hope that this time she would be permitted fulfillment. "Oooooooh! Oh, my!"
Harry Blackburn had mastered the art of timing. Pacing himself with great care, he gradually accelerated the pace and could feel Angela's vibrant young body responding perfectly. What a piece of ass she was! A steady stream of oily feminine syrup bubbled from her hotly steaming pussy, thoroughly bathing his hotly pounding cock until it felt as slick as grease. At the same time hot, intense spasms afflicted her vaginal muscles, causing them to close around his plunging masculine member with tight, ring-like constrictions.
"Ooooooh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh!" Angela cried out with animal-like gasps and groans. The prolonged sexual torment had driven her to new plateaus of arousal, and at times the anguished young woman was almost frightened by the forbidden pleasures she was experiencing. "Oooooohh! Ooooooohh! Oh, my God! Ooooooh! I... Oh, my! Oooooooh!"
The sadistic rancher realized that his breathless, wildly wriggling victim was approaching the point of total sexual delirium. Making no effort to hold himself back, he began pumping and thrusting in a hard, brutal fashion that totally impaled her with each upward thrust. Finally, he thrust upward with all his might and sent his hot masculine cream bursting into her tormented cunt.
"Ahhhhhh. Ooooooooh! I'm cum . . Angela never finished the sentence. An unbelievably intense orgasm suddenly struck her with the force of a volcanic explosion, and the young woman's piercing scream of surrender echoed off the rock walls of the basement bondage chamber.
His lust satisfied for the moment, Harry Blackburn stepped back and started to say something to his latest victim. But he saw that there was no point in speaking. Angela had fainted dead away.
CHAPTER THREE
"Let's get away from the house!" Lillian Blackburn suggested to Warren as they left the living room. "We've got a modified bunk house at the back of the ranch where we'll have some privacy!"
"Okay," Warren was only too willing to agree with the attractive, raven haired woman.
As they emerged from the house, Warren noticed an attractive platinum blonde woman standing beside a Cadillac in the driveway. She was dressed to go riding in a long sleeved, high collared white satin blouse, glossy black leather jodhpurs and knee-length black leather boots. Warren recalled that he had seen her when he first arrived and wondered what her role might be at the mysterious Blackburn ranch.
"Oh, there's Eunice," Lillian said in an apparently surprised voice. "Come over here, Warren."
When his hostess introduced them, Eunice Becker gave Warren a frankly appraising glance that made him feel momentarily uneasy.
"Let's make it a threesome!" Lillian Blackburn suggested out of the blue. "Come with us, Eunice! We're going back to the old bunk house!"
Warren was surprised by the novel but intriguing idea, and Lillian gave him a playful wink to reassure him. He was alert enough to notice that Eunice Becker did not seem the least bit astonished by her friend's suggestion, which apparently meant that it was not me first time the two of them had done something like that.
"Get in the back with me, Warren," Lillian said. "Eunice will drive."
Moments later Warren was seated in the spacious seat of the Cadillac with Lillian Blackburn, while Eunice maneuvered the luxurious car out of the driveway. In the semi-darkness of the car, he could see Lillian's short skirt had ridden up over the tops of her black stockings and that she was making no effort to control it. He slipped one arm around her shoulder and started pulling her toward him.
"No, no," she mildly rebuked him. Tm the aggressor! That's the rules. When you're being initiated, you have to let me make advances! Understand?"
"Well, okay," Warren agreed, rather amused by the unusual idea. "But I hope you don't wear me out!"
Lillian Blackburn laughed. "That reminds me. I've got some special vitamin pills that will really put lead in your pencil! Remind me to give them to you before bedtime."
"Okay," Warren agreed. Looking ahead he noticed that Eunice was driving up a winding path that took a general upward direction through a heavily wooded area. The terrain was quite rough and she had to drive slowly.
"Now just lean back," Lillian spoke in a coaxing voice. "That's the way."
As Warren leaned back to allow her to take the initiative, Lillian unzipped his fly and reached inside. She began with gentle strokes, massaging and kneading in a practiced, leisurely manner. In moments the blood was flooding in the right direction and Warren's supple masculine organ began to expand. Twisting around on the seat, Lillian lowered her head and Warren suddenly felt the delicious wetness of her mouth closing over the crown of his rapidly elongating prick.
"Mmmmm, wow!" the young man exclaimed in a somewhat breathless voice.
It was quite apparent that Lillian Blackburn was an expert fellatrix. Tantalized by her gently stroking hand and wet mouth, Warren soon found himself with a rock hard erection. Pausing to swallow her accumulated saliva, Lillian began licking the mushroom-shaped head with her wet, slippery tongue, teasing the meatus and the silken flesh surrounding it.
"Mmmmmm, you have a beautiful cock!" she told him in an admiring voice, planting a juicy kiss on the crown and sliding her mouth back down over the mushroom cap.
Warren was so distracted by Lillian Blackburn's talented mouth that it was several minutes before he realized that they had not yet reached their destination. They were still climbing in a generally uphill direction in a totally remote area where the thick underbrush scraped against the sides of the car. "Hey, where is this place anyway?" he asked, a little surprised that the Blackburn ranch would be quite that large.
"We're about there," Eunice laconically informed him.
As Lillian's slippery mouth and busy fingers continued to torment his blood-filled, pounding prick, they came to a small clearing at the crest of the hill and Warren noticed a small cabin.
"It's about time," he remarked as Eunice brought the car to a halt.
Lillian's hand remained locked possessively around his outthrust penis as the three of them departed from the car. The cabin door was not locked and Eunice pushed it open and flicked on the light. To his surprise, Warren found that the cabin was quite well furnished and resembled an expensive motel room.
"Take off your clothes, slave!" Lillian told him with an amused smile, squeezing his rigid prick playfully.
"Okay," Warren agreed. With the two women smiling and watching, he began peeling off his clothes. In a few moments he was completely naked, feeling self-conscious but pleasantly expectant.
"Now lie down on the bed," Lillian told him, slapping at his impudent erection. "Go on! I'm the boss!"
"Okay," Warren agreed. Stretching out supine on the bed, he looked at his two feminine companions to see what they might have in mind. To his surprise, he noticed that Eunice had opened a bureau drawer and was bringing out some lengths of clothesline rope. "Hey, you're not gonna' tie me up, are you?" he asked.
"Hush!" Lillian Blackburn told him. "It's part of your initiation. Be a good sport!"
He made no attempt to stop the two women and in a few minutes he was tied in a spreadeagle position on the bed with his ankles and wrists tied to separate posts. The position was quite comfortable, but it also left him totally helpless. As a result, he began to feel slightly concerned, particularly when he remembered that Eunice Becker had taken the precaution of bringing her riding crop into the cabin with her.
"Do you think you can handle us both?" Lillian asked in a teasing voice as she and her companion stood looking down at him.
"I guess so," Warren replied, gulping slightly at the challenging note in her voice.
Without further ado, Lillian Blackburn began pulling her white cashmere sweater off over her head. Warren watched intently as her well filled black brassiere came into view. Dropping the sweater over the back of a chair, she slipped off her shoes and quickly discarded her red skirt. Warren's hotly throbbing cock pulsated even more rapidly as the attractive woman stood before him attired only in black brassiere, matching panties, garter belt and nylons.
A confident smile on her face, Lillian unhooked her bra and removed it. Her rose-tipped breasts possessed a melony fullness that was quite appealing, and Warren found himself avidly staring at them.
"Thirty-seven!" Lillian answered his unspoken question for him.
The comely woman hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties and gracefully stripped them off. Warren gazed at the lush carpet of jet black hair that formed a bushy triangle at the fork of her legs. The unusually heavy growth of underbrush completely camouflaged her most intimate areas. Leaving on her black garter belt and stockings, she knelt on the bed beside him and playfully toyed with his throbbing penis.
"Let me explain the initiation rules to you," she said with a smile.
In the meantime, Eunice Becker had seated herself and had spent some time taking off her riding boots. Next, she removed her jodhpurs and white blouse, revealing an unexpectedly shapely figure attired only in white half-bra and beige see-through pantyhose. The latter fit her like a glove from waist to toe, emphasizing her rounded hips and lithe, attractive legs.
"Under the rules you have to bring me to a climax with your mouth before you have an orgasm yourself, no matter what we do!" Lillian explained with a teasing smile. "If you don't," she added with a shrug, "well, Eunice brought her riding crop along!!"
"I see!" Warren gulped. The inexperienced young man was not at all certain that he could handle a challenging assignment like that, and was beginning to wish that he hadn't allowed them to tie him up. But perhaps, he added to himself, his shapely hostess was only teasing him.
Eunice removed her brassiere, revealing brightly nippled breasts that were delightfully firm and saucily uptilted, smaller than her companion's but quite appealing. Next, she slowly removed her pantyhose to reveal a wheatcolored triangle of curly, tangled hair that failed to conceal an enticing coral crease with thick, petulant lips.
"Okay, let's get started!" Lillian announced as Eunice joined them on the bed.
Moving into a kneeling position, Lillian crawled toward the top of the bed with her back turned toward Warren. Her stockinged knees brushing against him, she knelt astride him and the helpless young man found himself gazing upward into the intriguing but somewhat foreboding combination of widely spaced, satiny feminine buttocks, jet black underbrush and the two vividly pink feminine openings, one small and the other a plump gash! Without warning Lillian Blackburn sat right down on Warren's face, plopping downward just as if he were a chair!!
"Mmmmmmm!" Warren tried to protest as he suddenly found his face virtually smothered under his hostess' full feminine weight.
Obviously enjoying herself, Lillian Blackburn began grinding and squirming her femininely plump bottom around on Warren's face, systematically working around until his nose was caught between the crevice of her buttocks and his mouth and tongue were in position to serve her in total servility. Given no choice in the matter, Warren extended his tongue and began caressing her pink crease. Feminine juices foamed out over him and the tormented young man didn't know whether he was going to drown or smother from lack of air.
As Lillian became settled astride Warren's face, Eunice brushed her platinum blonde hair back out of the way and leaned forward to take his hot, rigid cock into her mouth. With his vision completely blocked off by Lillian's broad bottom, Warren jerked with surprise and physical delight as he suddenly felt Eunice's sweet, deliciously wet mouth encircling his wildly pulsating cock. She obviously knew what she was doing and worked it deep into her mouth, holding it there for several tantalizing seconds before commencing to suck on it with loving, languorous movements.
"Remember what I told you!" Lillian warned him. "You have to hold back until I come first, or else!"
Struggling for every gasp of air he could get beneath the older woman's grinding, rotating buttocks, Warren found himself enduring a combination of heaven and hell. Feminine syrup poured over his face and trickled into his mouth as he frantically flicked his tongue to and fro in the slippery groove. He couldn't see a thing and simply had to feel his way with his tongue. At times Lillian lifted her hips slightly to give him some air, but for the most part she kept her weight deliberately down on him. There was no doubt but that she was a sadist.
At the same time, Eunice's eager mouth and serpentine tongue were driving him to distraction. Moving her head around in every conceivable direction, the shapely platinum blonde lolled her tongue teasingly along the incredibly ticklish underside of his lust-bloated, hotly swollen prick. Jerking his pelvis back and forth with quick, spasmodic thrusts, Warren found himself struggling with all his might to keep from popping off.
"Ahhhh, that feels good! Keep doing it, slave!" Lillian spoke in a breathless voice. "Make me cum! Come on!"
Gasping and becoming more and more aroused, Lillian Blackburn remorselessly rotated her buxom hips around on Warren's perspiring face. Trapped under the feminine waterfall, the young man yanked at the bonds that held him spreadeagled to the bed, but his captors had tied him securely and he could not escape. Knowing that Eunice's apt mouth and tongue were going to get the best of him at any moment, Warren struggled frantically to bring Lillian to a climax with his tongue.
"Oooooh! There! There! Oooooh!" Lillian found herself rapidly approaching a climax. "Oooooh! I'm cummmmmmm... Oooooooooh!"
Suddenly realizing that the wriggling, bouncing woman on top of him had reached her climax, Warren let himself go and shot his wad into Eunice's wet mouth. As the hot blasts of masculine cream splattered into her mouth, the shapely blonde made no attempt to withdraw and took his entire climax in her mouth. At the same time, Lillian Blackburn settled her weight down upon his face in a completely smothering fashion. Warren thought he was going to pass out before she relented.
"Well, I guess you passed your first test!" Lillian told him when she finally dismounted from the young man's beet red face.
"Ooooooh, wow!" Warren gasped, totally breathless from the bizarre combination of mistreatment and pleasure.
Skimming her pink tongue lightly over her lips to lick up traces of cum, Eunice sat up. "It's my turn to sit on the throne next!" she told the helpless young man.
"Oh, come on!" Warren protested, finding the idea quite preposterous.
"Let's get him hard first!" Lillian spoke up, stretching out at right angles to his helpless body.
"I think I need some of those vitamin pills you were talking about!" Warren told her in a skeptical tone of voice.
"Later," Lillian said, clasping his drooping penis in one hand and holding it up for inspection. "Come on, Eunice, let's give him the old one-two treatment!" she suggested with an amused laugh.
Eunice stretched out in a curled up fashion on the opposite side, and the two women went to work with their hands and bright pink tongues. The inexperienced young man had no idea what two rapidly flicking female tongues could accomplish, and caught his breath sharply at the sudden shockwaves of sensuous pleasure that hit him.
"Oh, wow!" Warren exclaimed, instinctively pulling at the bonds that held him fastened to the bed.
Despite its previous activity his supple masculine organ began to expand and harden, slowly but surely, and his two talented tormentresses nibbled and tongued up and down the full length from the cap to the base and scrotum. Before long Warren found himself with another firm erection while his two female captors each nibbled on opposite sides of it, as if sharing an ear of corn.
"There we are!" Lillian announced with satisfaction. Holding the swollen pleasure weapon pointed toward the ceiling, the shapely woman moved into a kneeling position facing him and astride his midsection. Fitting the crown of his hard, throbbing prick between the plump, slippery folds of her outer labia, she began screwing herself down upon it. Warren sucked in his breath as he suddenly felt wet feminine meat clinging to his pounding cock.
"Ahhhh!" Lillian gasped with pleasure. Her pendulous breasts swaying provocatively, she began undulating her hips in a semi-circular fashion, allowing the elongated masculine tool to penetrate deeply into her wet cunt.
"Mmmmmm!" Warren reacted to the unexpectedly pleasant sensations she was producing. He could instantly discern that she had developed considerable control over her pelvic muscles, and possessed the ability to squeeze his hotly throbbing prick in an extremely tight vise. It was an almost frightening thought.
"Come on, Eunice!" Lillian spoke up, as she continued rotating her hips around on Warren's upright masculine lance. "This time you have to make us both come before you do!" she warned him. "Or else!"
With her back to him, Eunice quickly knelt astride him and Warren once again found himself gazing upward at satiny, plump buttocks, curly pubic hair and the two pink intimate feminine apertures. Before he had a chance to take in an adequate supply of air, Eunice sat right down on his face!
"Mmmmmm!" Warren tried to protest as he suddenly found himself in the nearly smothering position.
Laughing at his discomfiture, Eunice squirmed around until his mouth was in the right position to serve her. His nose thrust deep into the crevice of her buttocks and his vision cut off completely by her plump bottom, Warren extended his tongue and began flicking it against exquisitely soft, moist feminine meat.
"Oh, that's the way!" Eunice exclaimed in an animated voice. "Get your tongue in there!" As she spoke, she pressed her weight down even more firmly under him.
"Don't smother him completely!" Lillian said, winking at her companion.
Working almost in unison the two attractive women began grinding their hips down upon their helpless masculine partner. Lillian's firm downward rotations drove his hotly pounding cock into the inner recesses of her voracious cunt, while Eunice's efforts left Warren's face plastered against her wet pussy. Laughing and shouting encouragement at each other, the two females enjoyed themselves thoroughly.
With two bouncing feminine bottoms squirming and wriggling right on top of him, Warren found himself thrusting his pelvis jerkily and fighting for every breath of air he could suck in. Although it wasn't easy, he managed to slide his tongue between the plump outer labia of Eunice's pussy and began flicking it against her twitching love bud. Feminine honey drenched his face and the slurping sounds were clearly audible to everyone. At the same time, he could feel Lillian's cuntal muscles sucking and snapping at his blood-swollen prick, getting the better of him despite his valiant efforts to hold himself back.
"Oooooh! Ahhhhh! That's the way!" Eunice began to react to the servile caresses that tormented her ultra-sensitive clitoris. "Oooooh! Wwooooowww! Ooooooh!"
Although he couldn't see a thing, Warren tried to visualize the sight of the two women's plump, rose-tipped breasts jouncing up and down as their bottoms bounced up and down on him. Eunice didn't seem to care whether he could breathe or not, and at times he felt his lungs were going to burst. At the same time his madly throbbing, wildly itching cock was frantically demanding release and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.
"Oooooh! Ooooooh! I'm cummmmm... " Eunice let out an exuberant whoop as she reached a surging climax. "Oooooh! Ahhhhhh!"
"Me too!" Lillian cried out, her frantically twitching cunt clutching and grabbing at Warren's swollen cock as she experienced her orgasm.
Tormented beyond endurance, Warren thrust his pelvis upward and released his warm masculine cream with spasmodic squirts. Although perhaps it was just his imagination, he could feel Lillian Blackburn's man-hungry cunt sucking every last drop out of him, milking him completely.
"Well, I guess you passed your initiation!" Lillian told him with a smile as the two women dismounted.
Breathless and exhausted from the pleasant ordeal, Warren fought to catch his breath. "Can you untie me now?" he asked.
"Sure," Lillian replied. "Untie him, Eunice."
As her blonde friend began undoing the four ropes, Lillian disappeared into a small kitchenette. She reappeared in a few moments, carrying a glass of water and a pill.
"Here's your vitamin pill!" she told him. "You're going to need it! There's another party tomorrow!"
Seated breathlessly on the side of the bed, Warren naively swallowed the pill. Moments later he was out cold.
"What do you think?" Eunice asked her companion.
"I don't know," Lillian replied with a shrug. "Good cock but I'm not sure he's the basic personality type we're looking for! I'll have to talk to my husband."
"Well, he might make a nice houseboy for some lady executive!" Eunice suggested.
"Make sure you get all of his clothes," Lillian reminded her as the two women hastily dressed to leave. "And lock the door!"
CHAPTER FOUR
When Angela awoke she found herself lying on a soft bed and gentle female hands were carefully washing her with a moist cloth. It was broad daylight and sunlight was streaming in the bedroom window.
"Who... who are you?" Angela asked as she gradually came to her senses.
The pretty young woman with jet black hair could not have been more than twenty. "I'm Jeanine," she said with a friendly smile. "I'll be looking after you while you're here!" To her surprise, Angela noted that the young woman was attired in a French maid's outfit featuring an abbreviated black leather dress scooped low in front to reveal the cleavage of her pretty bosom and hemmed high enough to leave the darker parts of her black stockings on full view. The dress was embellished with white lace around the scooped out front, and a four inch band of white lace around the abbreviated hem. It was no doubt a saucy, sexy outfit, but Angela could not understand why she was wearing it.
"I don't understand what's going on," Angela said. With a shudder she recalled the gruesome mistreatment that Harry Blackburn had inflicted on her. "We came here for what I thought was swinging... and ..
"Just lie still while I finish your bath," Jeanine told her. Her voice was soothing and reassuring.
"But what's going on?" Angela asked, puzzled and more than a little worried.
"They never explain," Jeanine said, using a soft towel to dry her companion. "I'm afraid if they explained, no one would fall for it!" she added with a slightly rueful laugh.
"Fall for what?" Angela asked in alarm.
Jeanine shrugged. "Slavery!" she said in a confidential voice. "It's a form of white slavery, I guess!"
Angela's eyes were growing wide with alarm, although in her innocence she assumed that someone was just playing a grisly joke on her.
"The Blackburns train slaves for people who want submissives!" the young girl explained in a lowered voice. "You'd be surprised how many people are willing to pay high prices for sex slaves! People from all over the world! Especially these days when there's so much money in the oil producing countries!"
Angela gulped and could hardly believe her ears. "Where's my h-husband?" she stammered.
"I don't know," Jeanine replied. "One of the conditions of my servitude is that I must never look at any man other than Mr. Blackburn! If I did, I'd probably get a week of hot spankings and cold enemas!" she added with a shudder.
Angela tried to ignore that remark for the moment. "But do you know where my husband is?" she persisted.
"I'm not supposed to be telling you these things," Jeanine confided. "I don't know where he is. Sometimes they train male slaves too, but there's not much of a market for them! So they'll probably let him go after threatening to kill you if he tries to rescue you!"
"I see," Angela said in a small voice. "And who are you? I mean I know your name, but ..
Jeanine lowered her eyes demurely. "I am Mr. Blackburn's personal pet! A sex slave! A nothing!"
"Oh?" Angela remarked, her eyes once again examining the saucy French maid's costume the girl was wearing. She noted that Jeanine was wearing black strap sandals with pointed heels that were at least four inches in length, which must have been quite uncomfortable. "And you're required to dress like that?" she asked.
"Yes," Jeanine nodded. "And now it's time for you to get dressed in your slave outfit! I've laid it out on the other bed!" she added, pointing to the other twin bed.
Turning her head, Angela gulped and stared at the various items laid out neatly on the bed. A bright red satin dress that was obviously much too short. A rigidly boned black corset with steel stays and trimmed in black and red satin. Sleek patent leather pumps with four inch heels and steeply pointed toes. Matching black lace panties and brassiere, long black nylon stockings, elbow-length black kid gloves, and a three-inch wide black leather belt completed the costume.
"Don't tell me that I have to wear that!" Angela gasped.
"You'll love it!" Jeanine told her, picking up the imposing black corset.
"Suppose I refuse?" Angela said, feeling rebellious. "Suppose I try to escape?"
"Oh, don't!" Jeanine appeared horrified by the idea. "Don't even think about it! Just go along with them. Believe me, it's the only way!"
Angela still did not fully understand the gravity of the situation, and was convinced that someone was playing some weird joke on her. Jeanine's story about white slavery was preposterous. Nevertheless, the curvaceous young blonde felt vaguely uneasy as the rigid corset was fitted around her narrow waist. Standing behind her, Jeanine began lacing up the restricting garment.
"Don't make it so tight!" Angela protested as the rigid corset began to pull her waist in quite uncomfortably.
"Sorry but Mr. Blackburn insists!" Jeanine told her. "If I don't lace you tight enough, he may do it himself and I can guarantee you that that's one experience that will really take your breath away!"
Angela took a deep breath as the stiff corset began to compress her rib cage. "Jeanine, please!" she protested.
"I'm almost finished!" Jeanine replied. "There!"
The young slave girl finished lacing up the corset and stepped back to admire her handiwork. The stiffly boned corset drew Angela's waist in sharply, thrusting her buxom breasts and hips into much greater prominence and largely achieving an old-fashioned hourglass appearance. Breathless and a little flushed, Angela rather anxiously examined herself in the mirror.
"You'll have to wear it all the time during your training!" Jeanine answered her unspoken question. "You'll get used to it!" , With Jeanine's assistance, Angela donned the black lace panties and brassiere. Next, Jeanine rolled the black stockings up and knelt to slip them on Angela's feet. Rolling the hosiery up the shapely young woman's smooth legs, Jeanine fastened them to the black suspenders that were attached to the corset. At times, Angela thought that Jeanine touched her more often than the situation required, but she suspected that perhaps her imagination was getting the best of her.
"There!" Jeanine remarked as she smoothed the last wrinkle from Angela's nylons. "By the way, change your stockings right away if you get a run in them, or otherwise you'll get punished! There are several extra pairs in the bureau over there."
"Punished? How?" Angela asked.
"Around here you never know!" Jeanine laughed ruefully. "Sometimes it isn't much. Sometimes it's just awful!"
With that disquieting remark, the comely young slave girl helped Angela into the short red satin dress and began zipping it up in back. The brief dress was hemmed to end just below her hips and failed to cover even the tops of her sheer black stockings.
"Jeanine, this dress is much too short!" Angela protested, an embarrassed flush appearing on her cheeks.
"It's strictly regulation," Jeanine explained. "Stocking tops have to be completely on view! That's the way they treat girls here! They humiliate you and shame you until you're... you're nothing! After a while you get so you enjoy being ashamed!" Tugging at the hem of her ultra-short dress, Angela found herself blushing warmly at the very thought of appearing before strangers in such a provocative, brazen costume. Jeanine handed her the wide black leather belt, and Angela noticed that it had a wide loop at the back which could obviously be used to confine her arms. She slipped the belt around her waist and buckled it in front. The belt pulled her dress in sharply at the waist, creating a flared effect and emphasizing the lush fullness of her corsetted figure.
"There, you're ready to serve!" Jeanine remarked.
"Serve? What are you talking about?" Angela asked.
"Cocktails and dinner!" Jeanine replied. "You're lucky to be put on maid duty! Lots worse things could happen to a girl around this place!"
"Who's going to be there?" Angela asked with growing alarm.
"The Blackburns and Eunice Becker. She's Lillian's special girl friend and specializes in training male submissives," Jeanine replied. "And who knows? They might have guests!"
Angela gulped. She wanted to resist, but didn't quite know what to do.
"Now you'd better put on your shoes!" Jeanine told her. "Have you ever worn spikes like these?"
"No," Angela admitted as the young slave girl picked up the spike heeled patent leather pumps and knelt to help her squeeze her feet into them.
Arching her dainty right foot, Angela watched as Jeanine inserted her toes into the shoe and worked it into position over her foot.
"You have to wear them all the time," Jeanine explained. "Even when you're just doing housework. Don't get caught without them!"
Angela inserted her left foot into the other shoe. The spike heeled pumps left her pretty feet steeply arched, making it appear as if she were standing on her toes. Standing up, Angela nearly lost her balance and realized she would have to be very careful.
"Now put your hands behind your back!" Jeanine instructed.
Angela placed her gloved hands behind her back, and the pretty slave girl quickly imprisoned them in the wide loop at the back of the leather belt. Realizing that she was totally helpless in the simple but highly effective bondage device, Angela haplessly awaited her fate.
"I think you're ready to be presented now!" Jeanine informed her. "I wish I had time to tell you all the rules you must follow, but you'll have to learn them as you go. Follow me!"
Jeanine led her down a staircase at the front of the large ranch house. Her spike heels clicking loudly on the hard wooden surface, Angela was afraid that she would lose her balance and walked with carefully measured steps. Arriving at the foot of the stairs well ahead of her apprehensive companion, Jeanine turned to watch with a bemused smile on her face. As she slowly descended the stairs, Angela could hear voices in an adjoining room. Her knees began to feel a little weak at the thought of displaying herself in that provocative costume.
Jeanine took her by the arm as she stepped down the final step. "You're lucky," the attractive slave girl spoke in a quiet voice. "It's only the Blackburns and Eunice Becker. Now don't say anything or it may get you into trouble!"
With rising apprehension, Angela quietly accompanied the young girl into the room. The Blackburns and Eunice Becker were seated casually about the room, obviously awaiting her entrance. Angela's knees buckled visibly as she suddenly found three pairs of eyes focused intently on her, and her face instantly flashed a flaming crimson.
"Here's your new nothing!" Jeanine announced as she escorted the deeply shamefaced young woman toward the center of the room.
"Thank you, Jeanine!" Harry Blackburn said.
Jeanine discreetly retired to a position just outside the door, leaving Angela standing self-consciously in the middle of the room.
Blushing hotly and nearly in tears, Angela stood haplessly in front of her amused captors and could not refrain from wriggling in shame as she felt their inspecting eyes carefully examining her. She wanted to protest the mistreatment she was enduring, but recalled Jeanine's warning.
"Walk around for us!" Harry Blackburn instructed.
Head hanging, Angela meekly began walking around the room in a circle. The high spike heels forced her to take tiny steps, and she could feel her buxom bosom and hips jouncing all too noticeably as she made her way around the room. She could also feel Harry Blackburn's lascivious eyes feasting on her shamelessly displayed stocking tops and bare thighs, and her bound fingers clawed futilely at her abbreviated hem.
"Jeanine, unfasten her wrists so she can serve our cocktails," Lillian Blackburn instructed.
During the next hour and a half, Angela endured the humiliation of serving her captors first cocktails and then dinner. There were times when she didn't think she could take it. Feeling thoroughly embarrassed and also quite uncomfortable in the tightly restrictive corset and four-inch spike heels, she was forced to make repeated trips to and from the kitchen to satisfy her captors' demands.
When she retreated to the kitchen for the final time, Angela naively assumed that her ordeal was over for the time being. A few minutes later, a loud buzzer sounded in the kitchen and Angela jumped with surprise.
"I'm afraid it's Torment Time!" Jeanine told her.
"Torment Time?" Angela asked in a puzzled voice. "W-what do you mean?"
"They intend to break you down! Completely remold you! You still think you're somebody. You still have a personality. But when they're through with your training, you will be a complete nothing-girl! A sort of mechanical doll who does what she's told! Just a little sex pet who exists for other people's amusement!"
Angela gulped at the strange words. Nothing-girl! Sex pet! Mechanical doll!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Put your arms behind your back!" Jeanine instructed.
Angela meekly complied. "What will they do to me?" she asked in a quavering voice.
"Who knows?" Jeanine replied, shrugging her shoulders as she once again imprisoned Angela's gloved arms in the loop. "Humiliate you, make you ashamed! You'll get used to it!" Taking her by the arm, she escorted Angela into what appeared to be a small study.
For a second time, Angela stood embarrassedly in front of her three captors. Her heart skipped a beat, she resisted an impulse to back away as Harry Blackburn slowly got to his feet in front of her. Biting her lip, she watched apprehensively as he walked over to a closet and brought out a leather studded dog collar with leash and a pair of stainless steel ankle hobbles! Angela swallowed hard and tried to think of something to say as he confidently walked over to her with the humiliating bondage devices in hand.
"Hold still!" the husky rancher demanded as he slipped the dog collar around her neck and snapped it in place.
The thick, wide collar was quite uncomfortable and forced her head up constantly. Angela blushed hotly and looked thoroughly embarrassed when she discerned the wide grins on the faces of her two female tormentresses. Harry Blackburn tugged lightly on the three foot leather leash attached to the front of the collar.
"The collar and leash are a standard part of your uniform from now on!" he informed her. "And unless you have special permission, you may walk only when someone leads you on the leash! Understand?"
Angela could scarcely believe her ears. "Y-yes sir!" she stammered, her husky voice reflecting her humiliation.
"Tell her the punishment for taking her collar off!" Eunice Becker spoke up, laughing to herself.
Harry Blackburn tapped the dog collar with his hand. "Get caught without this," he told her with a sadistic grin, "and you'll really get treated like a dog! We'll even mate you with the biggest male dog we can find!!"
Angela's knees nearly went out from under her. She didn't doubt for one minute that he was perfectly serious. Despite what had happened the previous evening and Jeanine's gloomy warnings, the innocent young woman was just beginning to comprehend what had happened to her. The man was a maniac! And so were his two laughing, amused female companions who seemed to find her humiliation so entertaining! She felt like a tiny mouse trapped by a trio of grinning, sadistic cats!
Harry Blackburn dropped to one knee in front of her and Angela shuddered as she felt the cool steel hobbles snap in place around her slender ankles. The connecting chain between the two hobbles was less than a foot in length, and the hapless young woman quickly realized that she would be able to navigate only with small, careful steps. With each passing moment she felt that her chances for escape were becoming more and more remote.
The older man paused for a moment to observe the contrast between the gleaming steel hobbles and his prisoner's sheer black stockings, and then got to his feet once again. "Jeanine, pull that chair out here!" he said, pointing to a plain but sturdy wooden chair at one side of the room.
As frightened as she was embarrassed, Angela felt a growing sense of panic as she watched the submissive young sex slave carry the wooden chair out to the middle of the room. Harry Blackburn seated himself on the chair with his sturdy thighs well apart.
"Lead her over here, Jeanine!" he directed.
Angela quaked with fear as Jeanine, casting her a sympathetic glance, clasped the leather leash and started leading her over to her master. Her pretty knees growing weak under her, Angela knew that she had no choice but to submit to her captor's desire.
"Oh, no!" Angela gasped with surprise and shook as Harry Blackburn grasped her waist and quickly flipped her face down over his lap! With his greater strength and the bonds that restricted her wrists and ankles, the curvaceous young blonde felt completely helpless. Her pretty face a flaming scarlet, Angela didn't think she could bear the deep humiliation of being spanked in front of so many witnesses. Tears of shame began to well in her eyes and her throat felt completely parched as she tried to plead with the sturdy rancher. "Please, I... Not in front of..." she stammered, feeling indescribably foolish and silly. "Don't do this to me! Please!"
Her ears burned furiously as she heard Lillian and Eunice's derisive laughter.
"Hold still, young lady!" Harry Blackburn ordered as Angela could not refrain from squirming as much as her bonds would permit. Her gloved fingers clawed helplessly at the small of her back and her nyloned legs swung prettily in the air.
"Please, s-sir! P-please!" Angela begged in a stammering voice. "Not in front of everyone like this! Please! Please, I'm too old to be spanked!"
Angela could barely hold back the tears as her fervent pleas were met only by raucous laughter from her three captors.
"I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter, young lady!" Harry Blackburn informed her as he reached for the hem of her red dress with one hand.
"Oh, no, don't!" Angela shrieked as she felt her brief red dress being pulled up in back.
The female audience watched intently as Angela's dress was pulled up to the waist in back, leaving her nicely rotund, pantie-clad bottom on full display before everyone. The filmy black lace panties were stretched to the bursting point and could not entirely cover her two deliciously buxom hemispheres. Angela shriveled with shame as she felt everyone's eyes glued on her cute bottom.
"Please, don't! Please! Not in front of everyone like this!" Angela begged, her voice breaking. She tried to flip her dress back down with her gloved fingers, but her masculine tormentor easily held the dress up in back.
From their comfortable chairs, Lillian Blackburn and Eunice Becker watched the young woman's torment with great interest and amused snickers. Jeanine stood discreetly by the door with an expressionless face. Harry Blackburn paused to cast an admiring glance at Angela's pretty bottom, tapering white thighs and shapely, nylon-clad legs. Holding his left hand down firmly across her back to hold her in position, the sadistic rancher slipped the fingers of his right hand into the waistband of her black panties.
"0, DON'T!" Angela shrieked, horrified. "Please! Oh, please don't take my panties down! Oh, no! Not in front of... "
Completely disregarding Angela's pleas, the brawny rancher began working the panties down with deliberate slowness. Angela shuddered as she felt his rough hand brushing against her tender flesh as he gradually exposed her pretty spanking surface.
"Oh, please! Oh, no! Oh, this is awful!" Angela exclaimed, closing her eyes and trembling with mortification as her creamy white buttocks came into view before everyone. Jeanine's comments about humiliations were becoming more understandable.
Harry Blackburn slowly worked the tiny panties down to the fork of her legs, leaving the two softly rounded, pink-white globes on full display. Angela cringed with humiliation as she felt four pairs of eyes fastened on her quivering bare buttocks. Remembered to hold her shapely legs tightly together, the pretty young woman cried softly as her panties were pulled down below the tops of her black stockings. As he withdrew his hand, Harry Blackburn paused for a moment to admire the two exquisitely rounded, satiny mounds.
"Oh, please, don't humiliate me like this!" Angela pleaded, moaning with shame and puckering her bottom prettily in spite of herself. "Oh, please! Please!" Helplessly trussed up and unable to undertake the slightest resistance, the miserable young woman awaited her spanking with growing anxiety and fear. At the moment, the humiliation of being placed across a man's lap and bared for spanking like a juvenile was more dreadful than the anticipated pain. To make it worse, she could hear Lillian Blackburn and Eunice Becker snickering, tittering and smirking at her disgrace.
After a moment's hesitation, Harry Blackburn brought his heavily callused hand down against her velvety soft right cheek with a light spank.
"Oooooh!" Angela gasped with shame as the rough masculine palm landed familiarly on her pretty bottom. Her feet swung back and her blonde head snapped back, while her hapless fingers clawed in a futile effort to defend her cute rump from the lewd assailant.
Harry Blackburn left his hand in place afterward, and his two feminine companions grinned as they watched poor Angela squirming with humiliation.
"Oh, please! This is awful!" Angela gasped, her flesh crawling as the rough masculine palm pressed down forcefully against her resilient flesh. His slow, deliberately humiliating approach made it all the worse.
Harry Blackburn allowed his fingers to drag across the velvety smooth flesh as he raised his hand once again. Splat! The virile rancher applied a second light slap to Angela's saucy right buttock.
"Oooooh!" Angela gasped, her blonde head snapping back. "Please, don't! It's... shameful!"
Smack! Harry Blackburn applied a third slap to her right bottomcheek. Angela gasped and squirmed provocatively across his lap, her nylon-clad legs swinging back prettily. As her disciplinarian raised his hand from the attractive target, Angela's slightly pink buttock made a pretty contrast with her still unspanked and relatively pale left cheek. Lillian and Eunice watched without comment but with undisguised interest and amusement, while Jeanine remained unobtrusively in the background.
"Please! Please, stop!" Angela continued to plead with her tormentor, shamefacedly glancing back over her shoulder in an effort to attract his attention. Knowing that she was totally helpless and completely at his mercy, she felt hopeless and miserable and very fearful of the mistreatment her pretty bottom would be compelled to endure.
Slap! Obviously enjoying the opportunity to abuse and humiliate his latest victim, Harry Blackburn applied a light spank to her left cheek, allowing his fingers to slip into the crevice of her warm, satiny buttocks.
"Ohhhhh!" Angela gasped, shuddering with mortification as her tormentor's fingers explored her most intimate areas.
Smack! A second spank landed on her left bottomcheek, slightly lower than the first and once again masculine fingers lewdly explored between her legs.
"Oooooh!" Angela gasped with distress. Although she knew only too well that the others were watching quite closely, the suffering girl could not contain her rising excitement and shuddered as she realized that she was naughtily wet between the legs. She was almost sick with shame.
Slap! Harry Blackburn applied a third slap to her left cheek, this time allowing his fingers to slide between her legs into the moist nest of her cunt hair.
"Oh! Don't please! Please, it's embarrassing!" Angela pleaded, her face scarlet with shame as she glanced back anxiously over her shoulder.
The older man withdrew his hand and paused for a moment. Angela could do nothing but lay meekly across his lap with her pink bottom up, bare for everyone to see.
Although her tears obscured her vision, she knew that everyone was staring intently at her upturned buttocks and she could not hold still despite herself. She could feel Harry Blackburn's rigid erection pressing against her belly and shuddered at the thought of what that might mean later on. Memories of the previous evening's torment flashed vividly through her mind, adding to her apprehension.
SMACK! Harry Blackburn brought his husky palm down with a vigorous slap squarely across the crevice of her tender buttocks, flattening the two resilient spanking surfaces!
"OWWWWW!!" Angela emitted a high-pitched shriek of pain as the heavy masculine palm slammed against her soft, satiny bottom. Her blonde head snapped back sharply and her hobbled ankles flew upward with a flash of nylon.
SMACK! The sturdy rancher administered a brisk spank to his youthful victim's exposed right cheek.
"Yeowwww!" Angela wailed, her stocking legs kicking prettily in the air. "Not so hard! Please! Ooooooh!"
SMACK! This time Harry Blackburn's rough hand descended against her left buttock with a noisy, crisp splat.
"Owwwww!" Angela yelped, bucking up sharply on his lap. By this time her bottom felt prickly warm and thoroughly uncomfortable, and her twisted face mirrored her distress as she anxiously looked back over her shoulder.
Smack! Splat! Whack! Harry Blackburn applied his sturdy palm with vigorous spanks, giving each lush cheek equal treatment. Angela howled and frantically wriggled her reddening buttocks, jerking her nylon-clad legs back and forth as much as the hobbles at her ankles would permit. The three onlookers watched with growing interest as Angela's plump buttocks became a healthy shade of scarlet on both cheeks.
"Ouch! Oh, don't! Owwww! Help me, please! Oh, no! Owwww! Oh, this is awful!" Angela shrieked as Harry Blackburn's big hand repeatedly landed on her flaming buttocks. Nearly blinded by her tears, the highly distressed young woman pumped and jerked her burning hips frantically and waved her stockinged legs wildly in the air. She realized what a spectacle she was making of herself, but there was simply no choice.
Smack! Smack! Smack! The sadistic rancher continued applying his hand to the inviting target, pausing between spanks to admire the scenic effects created by scarlet and quivering feminine buttocks and wildly swinging nylon-clad legs. As Angela jerked her shapely legs hard and wide, her fleecy wheatcolored nest of pubic hair and the pretty coral crease in its midst could be clearly observed by everyone from time to time.
"Ouch! No! Please! Help me, someone! Pleeeeese! Oh!" Angela tearfully pleaded with her oppressors. "Ouch! Stop! Help me! Please, someone! Ooooooh!" The hapless young woman sobbed with shame and humiliation as she found herself forced to toss her hotly burning, painfully throbbing hips back and forth while swinging her pretty legs to and fro in such an undignified manner.
Smack! Splat! Angela w s beginning to think that he was never going to stop. Whack! Harry Blackburn applied a resounding spank that seared across both cheeks and then left his hand in place where it landed.
"Jeanine, will you please bring me the strap?" he asked in a perfectly casual voice.
"Oh, no! No more! No, please, I couldn't take it!" Angela implored, shriveling with shame as she felt his masculine palm resting familiarly on her flaming bottom. "No, Jeanine, please don't do it! Please! I can't stand any more!"
Angela watched with mounting horror as the young sex slave walked over to a closet and returned carrying a gleaming black razor strap!
"No, please! Please!" Angela gasped, horrified. "I couldn't stand it!! I couldn't! Oh, no, please! Help me, please! Someone, help me! Oh, this is awful!"
Glancing sympathetically in Angela's direction, Jeanine meekly surrendered the formidable-looking strap to her master. Tensing the gluteal muscles in her scarlet buttocks, Angela cringed in fearful expectation of the strapping to come. THWACK!! The well-oiled strap swished through the air and curled around the contours of her rotund bottom.
"OWWWWWWW!!!" Angela shrieked with pain, her buttocks and legs jerking spasmodically.
Thwack! Once again the sleek strap curled around both cheeks of her flaming bottom.
"Owwwww! Please! I can't stand it! Oooohhhhh!" Angela wailed. "Help me, please! Someone! Please!"
Whack! Smack! Splat! Harry Blackburn commenced applying the strap with regular strokes, working up and down his lovely victim's rotund buttocks and upper thighs. Shrieking with pain each time the hideous strap descended against her sensitive flesh, Angela jerked her hips frantically about on her tormentor's lap and swung her shapely legs back and forth with complete abandon. Her girlishly plump buttocks felt scorching hot on both cheeks, and each application of the strap sent waves of pain surging through her hips.
"Owwwww! Oooooooh! Pleeeeeeeese! I'm burning up! Help me, someone!" Angela begged between sobs. "No more, please! Owwwww! Pleeeeeese!"
The weeping, distraught young woman breathed a sigh of relief as the painful strapping came to a sudden halt.
"Jeanine, will you step over here, please," Harry Blackburn spoke up.
Looking somewhat reluctant and embarrassed, the saucily attired young slave girl walked over to them.
"Place your hands on this young lady's buttocks, Jeanine!" Harry Blackburn ordered.
"Oh, noooooo!" Angela shuddered violently at the humiliating suggestion.
Biting her lip and looking rather shamefaced, Jeanine leaned forward and placed her hands palm downward against Angela's scarlet buttocks.
"Ooooooh!" Angela shriveled with exquisite humiliation as she felt Jeanine's soft hands resting familiarly on her burning bottom. The very idea of another female handling her like that caused waves of revulsion throughout her body.
"How do they feel?" Harry Blackburn asked his favorite sex pet.
"Very hot, sir!" Jeanine replied, leaving her hands in place. "Blistering hot!"
"Now, young lady," the sadistic rancher addressed his wretched victim. "You must debase yourself completely in front of all of us!"
"Oh, no, please!" Angela burst out even before she knew the details. "Please, I couldn't! I just couldn't!"
There was an anxious pause as her masculine tormentor contemplated her severely. "Does that mean I have to strap your buttocks some more?" he asked. "Take your hands away, Jeanine!"
"No, please! Not that!" Angela instantly surrendered. "No more please! I couldn't stand it!"
"Untie her wrists, Jeanine!" Harry Blackburn directed.
The attractive sex slave quickly pushed Angela's red dress down out of the way and unfastened the loop that held her wrists together. Harry Blackburn shoved the tearful, miserable young woman to her knees between his strong legs. All too aware of the handsome curve in the front of his slacks, Angela cast a hotly shamefaced glance around at the other females in the room.
"Please, not in front of everyone like this!" Angela implored in a pathetic, heartbroken voice. "Please, in private!"
Harry Blackburn stared contemptuously at the wretched girl kneeling in front of him. "To demonstrate your complete servility, you will open my trousers yourself!!" he commanded.
The obscene command produced snickers from Lillian and Eunice, who were watching with wide smiles on their faces.
Angela swallowed hard and hesitated for a moment. Completely helpless and knowing that resistance would only bring her further anguish, the sobbing girl reached for the zipper of his slacks with her gloved fingers. The others watched intently as she rather awkwardly fumbled with the zipper and finally managed to pull it down. Looking deeply shamefaced and blushing a flaming crimson that matched the color of her bottom, Angela hesitantly reached inside his undershorts. Clasping the hotly swollen, thick slab of masculine meat in her gloved hand, she pulled it out between the opening of his fly.
"Oh, please, not in front of them!" Angela gasped, the visual reality of her master's crisply erect, red-crested phallus causing fresh waves of shame to sweep over her vibrant young body.
"Go ahead! Use your mouth and tongue, slave!" Harry Blackburn ordered in a stern voice.
Her eyes widening at the sight of the husky purplish masculine lance, Angela cast darting glancing at the others as if to confirm that they were really watching. "Please! Please!" she pleaded in a distraught voice. "Please, don't make me do it in front of them!" she added, breaking into a fresh crop of tears.
"Hurry up!" Harry Blackburn demanded in an impatient voice.
"I'll do it!" Angela pleaded, sounding absolutely desperate. "But not in front of everyone! Please!!"
"Do you want another dose of the strap?" Harry Blackburn inquired in an irate, cold voice.
Realizing that he fully intended to humiliate her completely and that she had no choice, Angela weakly shook her head.
With a resigned sigh that mixed despair and self-pity, she cast a deeply shamefaced glance at the interested spectators and slowly lowered her mouth toward the mushroom-shaped cap of her tormentor's lust-bloated cock. Trembling with a mixture of humiliation and masochistic excitement, the comely blonde hesitantly extended her tongue and rolled it over the massive, velvety sleek crown. The older man watched intently as her soft, pink tongue began to tantalize his hotly throbbing prick with servile caresses. "I want to watch this more closely!" Lillian Blackburn announced.
"So do I!" Eunice Becker joined in.
The two grinning women got to their feet and walked over to stand where they could observe the proceedings at close range. Running her moist tongue submissively over her captor's sleek cock-head, Angela blushed hotly and shuddered with shame as she felt everyone's eyes riveted on her. Her face felt as hot as her strapped bottom and tears of humiliation clouded her vision, "Please, I'm so ashamed!" Angela burst out in a highly distressed voice. "Please, don't let them watch like this!"
"Keep doing it!" the husky rancher demanded. "You're a nothing and you have no choice!"
Looking and feeling quite distressed, Angela went back to work with her slippery tongue. The others watched intently as she rolled her tongue over the crown and down the trunk of the hotly swollen masculine shaft, thoroughly lubricating it with her saliva. Holding the turgid base of his upright prick in her small gloved hand, she began working her sleek tongue back up toward the oversize cap.
"That's more like it!" Harry Blackburn told her. "Now put it in your mouth!"
Angela winced and cast shamefaced glances at the assembled spectators. Hesitating for a moment and taking a deep breath, the shapely young blonde opened her mouth as far as she could and allowed her lips to form a large 0. As the other three females watched with rapt attention, she slowly began taking the rigidly stiff, blood-engorged pleasure tool into her pretty mouth. All of them heard Harry Blackburn's sharp gasp as he felt her warm, moist mouth suddenly surrounding his throbbing cock. Humiliated beyond description, Angela worked the thick head into her mouth and paused for a moment, audibly swallowing her Saliva.
"You'll have to get it in a lot farther than that!" Harry Blackburn told her.
Angela was acutely aware of the amused snickers from Lillian and Eunice as she commenced working the thick sausage farther into her mouth. The lust-bloated masculine torpedo was quite uncomfortable at first, and Angela gulped hard as she tried to get used to it. From their vantage point, Lillian Blackburn and Eunice Becker stared intently as more and more hot, hard prick disappeared between the sensuous lips of their newest slave.
"It looks as if you've found yourself a very cooperative new recruit, dear!" Lillian Blackburn remarked with an amused laugh.
"I hope you won't keep her all to yourself!" Eunice Becker added with a malicious laugh.
Angela winced at the implications of that remark, and could hardly refrain from drawing back to protest. The innocent young woman could still hardly believe that she was their prisoner and had been reduced to nothing more than a sex slave.
"There'll be plenty of time for that!" Harry Blackburn replied, placing one hand on Angela's blonde head and pushing downward. "I'm going to give this little lady the full course!"
By this time, the sturdy rancher's hot, hard cock was plunged deeply into Angela's yielding mouth, and the pretty blonde was struggling to become accustomed to it. Her face a flaming scarlet, Angela kept her eyes tightly closed and tried to pretend that the spectators were not really present. Beginning rather slowly, she started bobbing her head up and down in her captor's lap. The others all watched intently as the thick, purplish masculine shaft moved back and forth between Angela's full, pink lips.
"Take your time!" Harry Blackburn instructed, leaning back to thoroughly enjoy being eaten by his latest female acquisition.
Swallowing her saliva with audible gulps, Angela obediently worked her hot, sweet mouth up and down on the husky, hotly pounding prick. Despite her deep humiliation and feelings of despair and self-pity, to her surprise she was highly aroused and did not want to stop! Nibbling and sucking quite expertly on the throbbing masculine tower, she could hear her master catch his breath from time to time as he began moving his pelvis in response to her servile, tantalizing caresses. Drawing her head back until just the tip of his rigid penis was inside her mouth, Angela paused for a moment in an endeavor to catch her breath.
"Looks as if you've got yourself a real cute little cocksucker!" Lillian Blackburn re marked with an amused laugh.
"She can't get enough of it!" Eunice added in a sarcastic tone of voice.
Angela trembled visibly at their cutting remarks and blinked back a few tears that threatened to trickle down her cheeks. With her inexperience she was dismayed and ashamed of her own highly aroused feelings, and did not understand them. Although she had not gotten to the point where she could admit it to herself, she secretly admired Harry Blackburn for the mistreatment he had inflicted on her the day before and the spanking that left her bottom burning and throbbing furiously. Although she consciously wanted to escape from the horrors of the Blackburn ranch, she unconsciously wanted to exploit her newly discovered masochistic tendencies and wallow in them with the convenient rationalization that she really had no choice in the matter.
Once again opening her mouth as far as she could, Angela lowered her head until the older man's hotly rigid member was firmly wedged between her teeth. As she began moving her head up and down in his lap, Harry Blackburn began pumping his pelvis back and forth with quick, jerky movements. Gasping and moaning with a bittersweet mixture of arousal and humiliation, Angela bobbed her blonde head up and down in an increasingly frantic manner. She recalled the lewd exhibition of fellatio she had seen the evening before, and the idea that she was about to duplicate that obscene feat was both repugnant and thrilling.
Suddenly lifting his hips from the chair and thrusting his hotly aching prick deeply into her mouth, Harry Blackburn exploded like a cannon. The first blast of masculine cream splattered against the insides of her mouth, snapping' her blonde head back reflexively only to be caught in his hands. Given no choice in the matter, Angela gulped heavily and was afraid she would choke as voluminous spurts of semen splashed into her mouth. The tangy, virile taste, much more palatable than she had imagined, dismayed her! It was delicious! Gurgling excitedly on the cream that filled her mouth to the brim and trickled down her chin, Angela began swallowing it with audible gasps.
"Ahhhhhh!" Harry Blackburn allowed himself a highly pleased gasp of pleasure and relief before settling back down on his chair.
Blushing with shame and excitement, Angela made no attempt to remove his penis from her mouth and kept holding it between her full lips as the elongated muscle began to droop. Keeping the tip in her mouth in slave-girl fashion, she lay with her blonde head in his lap trying to catch her breath. Once again recalling the exhibition she had seen the day before, she wondered if she could produce another erection in the same fashion.
"Hmmmmm, you should be able to get a very good price for this one," Lillian Blackburn told her husband.
The latter laughed. "I may just keep her!" he replied, chuckling at the idea.
Gulping and trying not to think about her new role of total sex slave, Angela went back to work with her mouth in an effort to produce another erection. Stimulated by everything that had happened, her pussy was simply dripping and demanding fulfillment. In fact, she could not refrain from rubbing herself with one gloved hand despite the exquisite shame of knowing that the others could easily see what she was doing.
Harry Blackburn's slack prick soon began to respond to Angela's servile caresses, gradually expanding and hardening as the blood flowed back into it. Although she knew that he was cruel enough to deprive her of the gratification that she was yearning so desperately for, Angela permitted herself to be hopeful that her suffering body would achieve some relief from the torment it was enduring. As her master's throbbing cock assumed its full proportions, Angela sucked submissively on it and squirmed with girlish expectation.
"Look at that!" Lillian Blackburn remarked as she watched the blushing fellatrix at work.
"I guess she can't get enough of it!" Eunice Becker added with a snicker.
Angela impulsively drew back until just the tip of his rock hard prick was in her mouth. "In my cunt! Please, please, in my cunt!" she pleaded in a hoarse voice. "Please! Oh, please! In my cunt!"
"Beg for it!" Harry Blackburn tormented her.
"I am begging!" she reminded him, darting shamefaced glances at the three watching females. "Please! In my cunt! Please! Oh, please!"
Harry Blackburn hesitated for a moment, as if dismayed by the apparent totality of her capitulation. "Okay, okay!" he agreed. "Get down on all fours with your bottom sticking up higher than the rest of your body!!"
Although she realized only too well what a spectacle she was making of herself, Angela quickly got into position with her curvaceous, brightly scarlet bottom sticking up provocatively. Thoroughly aroused by the masochistic mistreatment she had been enduring, she could not hold still and continually wriggled her cute bottom in anticipation of the impalement to follow.
"Get her panties all the way down!" Harry Blackburn directed, arising from his chair with his powerful erection jutting outward.
Casting somewhat envious glances at the kneeling girl, Jeanine knelt and pulled Angela's panties down to her ankles. Nylon-clad legs spread expectantly, the wriggling blonde cast embarrassed glances back over her shoulder.
"Why don't you put it in her... " Eunice Becker spoke up as Harry Blackburn knelt behind their latest victim.
"No! No!" Angela gasped, shuddering at the very thought. "No! In my cunt, please!"
Harry Blackburn caught her with his hands around her corsetted waist, and moved forward in commanding fashion. Reaching back with her gloved hand to make absolutely sure that his raging cock was pointed in the right direction, Angela felt the massive crown separating the pouting outer lips of her vagina. Feminine syrup bubbled up in hot gushes to lubricate the solid masculine meat, and the breathless young blonde writhed in anticipation.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Angela emitted a gasp of ecstasy and sheer relief as the rock-hard masculine bar dilated her hot, dripping cunt throughout its entire length. Her face contorted with sensuous involvement, she squirmed with girlish wiggles as the older man draped himself down over her back. The dog-style position was somewhat humiliating, but Angela was too aroused at the moment to be bothered by such thoughts.
"Ride her, Harry!" Lillian told him, obviously amused at the sight of her husband mounted upon the wriggling slave girl.
"I still think you ought to put in her butt!" Eunice Becker said. "That would really give her a reason to wiggle!"
"Oh! Oooooh! Oh!" Although Eunice Becker's cruel words made her feel uneasy and insecure, Angela was prepared to enjoy her impalement to the utmost. "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!" she pleaded in a breathless voice.
His hands lewdly fondling her brassiere-clad breasts, Harry Blackburn began pumping and thrusting from the rear. Angela responded by moving her hips around in various directions, and doing her best to squeeze at his thrusting prick with her cuntal muscles. Feminine dew continued to foam up in generous quantities, thoroughly bathing the masculine intruder with hot, oily juices.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Angela pleaded. To her surprise, she began to find the idea of performing before an audience somewhat exciting. It was humiliating but exciting, especially when she could reconcile the idea with the fact she was a prisoner and really had no choice but to obey. "Harder! Fuck me harder! Oooooooh! Oooooo! Harder!" she groaned as his cock plunged into her.
"Hot little bitch!" Lillian Blackburn commented with a strong trace of sarcasm in her voice.
"Wait till I get my hands on her!" Eunice Becker remarked, licking her lips.
"Ooooooh! Ooooooh! Harder! Harder! Faster!" Angela begged in a distraught voice. "Ooooooh! Oooooooh!" She was breathing with loud, passionate gasps, and was doing her very best to suck Harry Blackburn's probing cock all the way into her hungry cunt.
Rocking and thrusting back and forth with virile strokes, the older man enjoyed himself thoroughly. Angela's dripping wet, meaty young pussy was a joy to behold. He could feel the spasms and tremors that constantly swept through it, and could even feel her taut, highly charged clitoris scraping against his rapidly thrusting prick. At the same time, her hotly strapped and bright red buttocks were twisting and undulating with highly sensuous movements, giving his madly throbbing, aching prick a thorough workout.
"Ooooooh! Ooooooooh Ooooooooh! Harder! Faster! Oh! Ooooooh! I... Oooooohhhh!" Angela carried on. By this time her pussy felt as if a hot bonfire were burning in it, and she could feel the bliss of total orgasm beginning to build from deep inside her. "Ooooooh! Ahhhhhh! Ooooooooh!"
"She's on fire, Harry!" Lillian informed her husband. "Hotter than a fox!"
Abandoning all restraint, Harry Blackburn began pumping with all his might. Each time he drove forward, Angela surrendered but then forced her buttocks back up to meet his next assault. His hands were squeezing her brassiere in a rough, totally inconsiderate fashion, and Angela felt totally mastered and controlled under his hard masculine body. Everyone could hear the loud slurping sounds as his rigidly pounding cock slid back and forth with jackhammer-like thrusts.
"Oooooooh! Ooooooh! Ahhhhhh! I'm cum-mmmmmm ..Angela shrieked as the joy of fulfillment overcame her breathless young body. "Ooooooh! Oooooooh! Oooooooooh!"
Harry Blackburn slammed forward in almost brutal fashion and hot masculine cream suddenly began spouting into his ecstatic victim's receptive cunt. Totally breathless and exhausted by the ordeal, Angela collapsed under him and the two of them fell to a heap on the floor.
"There!" Harry Blackburn exclaimed with satisfaction as he drew back.
Jeanine immediately stepped forward and used a silk handkerchief to wipe off his dripping prick.
"Jeanine, take our guest out to the kitchen for her supper," Harry Blackburn directed. "You know what I mean!"
"Yes, master!" Jeanine replied.
Trying to catch her breath and recover after the sensuous pleasures she had just enjoyed, Angela said nothing as Jeanine refastened her gloved wrists in the leather loop, replaced her panties for her, and led her by the leash out to the kitchen. In spite of what she had endured, the shapely young woman was not prepared at all for what happened next. Placing a fancy dog dish on the kitchen floor, Jeanine poured some mush into it and pointed a finger toward it.
"There's your supper!" she announced. "And if you don't lick your plate clean, you'll be punished!" she added.
"But... but..." Angela could hardly believe her ears.
"Hurry up!" Jeanine warned. "Don't let Mr. Blackburn catch you stalling!"
Angela barely had time to get down on her knees and commence her humiliating repast when she heard her master's footsteps approaching.
Standing in the kitchen doorway, Harry Blackburn watched happily as his miserable victim ate her supper and licked her dog dish clean.
CHAPTER SIX
"What do you mean--escaped?" Harry Blackburn thundered into the telephone.
"I don't understand it," Eunice Becker's voice sounded puzzled. "The door was still locked but he was gone!"
"Well, he can't get far," Harry Blackburn spoke in a confident voice. "Eunice, you'd better find him or your ass is in a sling!" The angry man slammed the receiver down and turned to Jeanine, who was standing quietly by, attired as usual in her French maid's uniform.
"Jeanine, you didn't hear a thing. Understand?" he asked.
"Yes, sir!" the pretty sex slave replied. "From now on, Angela will have to be chained to the bed at night!" he instructed.
"And when we haven't got anything better for her to do, we'll keep her in the bondage chamber! As long as her sweetheart's running around loose, we're going to have to be extra careful! Understand?"
"Yes sir," Jeanine replied with the customary deference she displayed toward her master.
"God damn that Eunice anyway!" Harry Blackburn muttered darkly. "I don't know what the hell Lillian keeps her around here for anyway. Sometimes I wonder about those two! Now, listen, Jeanine, I'm holding you personally responsible for Angela. If she escapes... " He made a throat cutting motion with his hand. "Understand?"
"Angela, the Blackburns want to see you for more fun and games!" Jeanine announced.
Angela's heart skipped a beat as she wondered what her captors had in store for her this time. After the intensive indoctrination in submissiveness to which she had already been subjected, the comely blonde was beginning to comprehend the lowly status that had been assigned her. She was beginning to forget when she had last made a decision for herself. At times, she told herself that she simply must escape from the lifetime of bondage and degradation that her tormentors were apparently planning for her, but she felt weak and overwhelmed by the circumstances that had befallen her. Besides, she was secretly fascinated by the idea of being a submissive sex slave.
"What do you think they want?" Angela asked with a tremor of fear in her voice. She was attired in what was apparently going to be her uniform during her training: abbreviated red satin dress, black underclothes and stockings, waist constricting corset, black kid gloves, patent leather pumps with four-inch heels and black leather belt with the loop in the back. In addition, she was hobbled at the ankles.
"You never know," Jeanine replied as she took her by the leash.
"Please, Jeanine, do you have to hold that leash?" Angela could not refrain from protesting.
"You know the rules," Jeanine replied, flashing her a sympathetic glance.
Flushed with shame, Angela permitted herself to be led away on the leash. She still had not become fully accustomed to her high spike heels and teetered precariously on them, particularly with the hobbles that restricted her gait. The lovely slave girl led her to a room in which she had not been before, and Angela blinked to become used to the unexpectedly bright lights.
The Blackburns were seated at the end of the room and were apparently enjoying an after-dinner drink. Harry was in an easy chair, casually attired in an expensive smoking jacket. Lillian was seated on a black leather couch with her long legs crossed. She was wearing a white satin blouse beneath a black leather vest, together with a short, tight black leather skirt. The abbreviated skirt failed to conceal the expanded tops of her black nylon stockings, and a glimpse of creamy thigh was clearly discernible.
Angela found herself blushing hotly as Jeanine led her over to a position before the seated couple. As usual, she could not look them in the eye and tugged haplessly at the hem of her short red dress.
"Dear, how would you like to take charge of our new slave's training session this evening?" Harry Blackburn spoke up, smiling at his dominant wife.
"Well, thank you!" Lillian replied, pretending to be surprised by her husband's generosity. The black-haired woman flashed a knowing smile at her victim.
Angela trembled at the unexpected development. The idea of submitting to a man was one thing, but having to submit to another woman was something else indeed! She didn't even like to think about what that might mean. "Please, I don't... " Angela blurted out although she knew that it was strictly against the rules for her to protest. "I don't... " I mean I'm not bi... I... "
"What's this?" Lillian Blackburn spoke indignantly, glaring at the hapless girl.
'Tit's rather obvious that you're going to have to discipline her, dear!" Harry Blackburn interjected.
"Come here, young lady!" Lillian spoke in a commanding voice, motioning with her forefinger for Angela to step forward.
Feeling much like a naughty schoolgirl summoned before an irate schoolteacher, Angela reluctantly obeyed. Her pretty knees felt a little weak under her and her tummy was flipping over. She could not meet the dominatrix's steady gaze and kept her eyes demurely lowered.
"Bring me a hairbrush, Jeanine!" Lillian Blackburn suddenly commanded.
Angela's knees sagged visibly and she bit her pretty lip anxiously. "Oh, not that! Please!" she protested, looking first at Lillian Blackburn and then at her husband. "Oh, please! I don't want to be spanked!"
Ever efficient, Jeanine almost instantly produced a mean-looking black wooden hairbrush, which she handed to her mistress. The severe black-haired dominatrix uncrossed her shapely legs and pulled her leather skirt up well over the tops of her black stockings, leaving her tapering thighs on full display.
"Down on your knees!" she ordered, pointing to the floor in front of her.
Angela swallowed hard and looked at the older woman in disbelief.
"You heard me!" Lillian Blackburn glowered at her. "Down on your knees!"
"P-please!" Angela stammered. "Don't humiliate me like that!" The idea of kneeling in front of a man was one thing, but another woman!
"You may have to use stronger measures, dear!" Harry Blackburn quietly advised his wife.
Angela directed an alarmed glance at the sadistic rancher, and quickly decided that it would be advisable to be more cooperative. Crimson with humiliation, she sunk to her nylon-clad knees before the severe but attractive dominatrix.
"Kiss the hairbrush!" Lillian demanded, rudely shoving the hardbacked brush in front of Angela's face.
A look of repugnance on her face, Angela tried to turn her head to one side and Lillian Blackburn kept the brush in front of her.
"Go ahead!" the stern woman commanded.
Thoroughly aware that the others were watching her, Angela shamefacedly kissed the back of the hairbrush. Lillian Blackburn bestowed an imperious smile on the humiliated girl and abruptly pulled the hairbrush back.
"Now kiss the hand that's going to spank you!" the severe dominatrix tormented her, extending her right hand.
Tears of shame forming in her eyes, Angela meekly complied. The small, symbolic acts of submissiveness were deeply humiliating.
"Now kiss my feet!" Lillian Blackburn ordered, pointing regally toward her sleek patent leather pumps, "Please!" Angela gasped, drawing back.
"Go ahead!" Lillian Blackburn commanded in a stentorian voice.
Looking thoroughly shamefaced and nearly in tears, Angela leaned far forward and haplessly kissed the tips of her tormentress' gleaming spike heeled pumps.
"Now my knees!" Lillian Blackburn ordered, pointing with one forefinger.
Casting a hotly embarrassed glance at the others, Angela blushingly planted a light kiss on each nylon-clad knee. Scarlet with shame, the pretty young prisoner could barely hold back the tears.
"Now kiss my thighs!" the older woman demanded, pointing toward the expanded tops of her sheer black nylons.
"Please!! I couldn't, I just couldn't!" Angela gasped, shaking her head.
"Well, we'll see about that!" Lillian Blackburn informed her. "Now get across my knees!"
"Please don't spank me! Please!" Angela whimpered as she embarrassedly stretched out over the shapely, nylon-clad lap.
The raven haired dominatrix quickly flipped back the red satin dress, leaving Angela's black panties, pretty white thighs and stockinged legs on full display. Harry Blackburn sat straight up in his seat to observe the proceedings much more closely, while Jeanine stood discreetly in the background watching with an expressionless face. Obviously in no hurry to get the proceedings under way, Lillian Blackburn slowly dipped her hand into the elastic waistband of Angela's skimpy panties.
"Oh, no, please! Don't take them down!" Angela burst out impulsively.
"How many times have we heard that, Harry?" Lillian Blackburn remarked with an amused laugh. "Jeanine, put on the tape recorder. This might prove interesting."
Out of the corner of her eye, Angela could see the comely young sex pet turning on a tape recorder. "Please don't do this to me!" Angela protested. "Please!" She was quite fearful of the spanking the older woman obviously intended to administer, but even more worried about what might follow afterward.
Lillian Blackburn began working the panties down, exposing Angela's lush bottom for everyone to see. Angela trembled with humiliation as she felt a cool breeze across her upturned bottom, and she knew that the others were staring at her exposed charms. Holding her shapely legs closely together, she shut her eyes tightly in an effort to blot out the humiliating scene. The sadistic dominatrix slowly worked the panties down below the tops of Angela's black stockings, and reached for the hairbrush.
SMACK! The solid hairbrush landed with a noisy splat at the base of Angela's tender right buttock.
"Eeeek!!" Angela shrieked with surprise and pain, her stockinged legs jerking reflexively. "Don't, please!"
The two Blackburns exchanged amused glances and Lillian raised the hairbrush in the air once again. Smack!! The hard-backed instrument bounced against Angela's left buttock.
"Owwwww!" Angela squealed in a high pitched voice. "Don't, please! It hurts!" The hobbles at her ankles held her legs together as she kicked upward.
Whack! Lillian Blackburn applied the hard brush with a crisp smack that landed squarely upon Angela's pretty nates.
"Oooooh!" the shapely blonde shrieked. Wriggling with discomfort and embarrassment, she could not refrain from reaching back with one hand to protect her tingling bottom.
"Jeanine, come over here and hold this young lady's hands!" Lillian Blackburn ordered.
The young sex slave quickly walked over and grasped Angela's gloved hands firmly, holding them in front of her. Their eyes met and Jeanine gave her a sympathetic look. Smack!! The wooden hairbrush once again descended against Angela's tender bottom.
"Ouch! Oh, no! Don't!" Angela howled. She was more than a little dismayed that a woman could swing a hairbrush so effectively, and she found it much more humiliating to be disciplined by a fellow female.
Smack! Splat! Whack! Smack! Whack! Beginning at the top of Angela's right stocking, Lillian Blackburn worked upward with the solid hairbrush and then worked down the opposite side. Each crisp, resounding spank was right on target, and howls of pain and humiliation soon filled the room. Waving her stocking legs as much as the hobbles at her ankles would permit, the pretty blonde prisoner tossed and squirmed haplessly around on her captor's lap. Jeanine squeezed her gloved hands tightly to prevent her from reaching back to defend herself.
"Don't! Stop! Ouch! Owwww! This is awful!" Angela wailed in a distraught voice. "Stop, please! Oh, please! Ouch! Oh, noooooo!" She felt like a naughty child.
Observing Angela's comely spanking surfaces turn a healthy pink and then a pretty crimson, Lillian Blackburn continued applying the hairbrush with crisp strokes. As the temperature in her pretty posterior began to soar and each fresh spank became all the more painful, Angela sobbed with pain and thrust her hips frantically about on her tormentress' lap. Her shapely legs jerked and kicked back and forth with flashes of black nylon, at times completely revealing her saucy feminine nest.
"Ouch! Owwww! Oh, please! Pleeeeeese!"
Angela begged between sobs. "I can't stand it! No more! Owwww! Oh, nooooo!"
From his position in the easy chair, Harry Blackburn watched the proceedings with rapt attention. In his opinion, there was nothing much more attractive than crimson feminine buttocks jerking and twisting in unison with wildly kicking, nylon-clad legs. He noted with sadistic pleasure the obvious distress on Anglia's tear-stained face as she haplessly looked back over her shoulder to plead with her executioner, and found himself with a hotly pounding erection.
"Pleeeeeese!" Angela tearfully begged in a desperate voice "I'm burning up! Ouch! Oh, no! Ouch! Oh, boo hoo hoo!"
Lillian Blackburn set the hairbrush aside and casually slipped her right hand between Angela's pretty legs, just as if she had every right to do so!
"DON'T YOU DARE!" Angela screamed. "STOP IT THIS INSTANT!!" Like many young women, she was desperately afraid of Lesbian activities. No woman had ever touched her there, and she wriggled with humiliation as the older woman's fingers easily slide between her plump outer labia.
Harry Blackburn and his wife exchanged amused smiles. "I'm afraid she needs another dose of the hairbrush!" he remarked.
Lillian quickly picked up the hairbrush once again and applied a noisy spank to Angela's crimson, burning bottom.
"OWWWW!" Angela howled, jerking her scarlet bottom frantically and trying to twist free of Jeanine's grip. "No more, please! I'm burning up!"
"This spanking may go on for some time, young lady!" Lillian Blackburn warned.
"Oh, no!" Angela gasped, twisting miserably in an effort to protect her blazing posterior.
"Of course, you could bring it to an end in a hurry!" Lillian Blackburn advised the suffering girl.
"H-how? W-what? What do you mean?" Angela stammered, looking thoroughly confused and more than a little alarmed.
"How would you like to put your head between my legs?" Lillian Blackburn inquired, a lewd smile flickering across her face "What? Oh, NO!! I couldn't!" Angela shrieked with outrage. "I've never... I couldn't! Oh, nooooo!"
SMACK! SPLAT! Lillian Blackburn sadistically applied the hairbrush where it hurt most.
"Ow! Owwwwww! Owwwww!" Angela wailed, jerking her pretty legs back and forth as waves of pain tore through her hotly throbbing posterior. "Stop! Pleeeeese! I can't stand it!"
"NO! Not with another woman!" Angela's overwhelming distress was quite apparent as she tearfully pleaded with her sadistic tormentress. "Please, I've never done anything like that in my life! Please! Anything but that!"
SMACK! Lillian Blackburn brought the hairbrush down across the crevice of Angela's hotly burning buttocks with a particularly vicious stroke.
"How much longer do you want me to keep putting this brush to you?" the unyielding dominatrix asked as Angela shrieked in anguish.
"Ouch! Oh, my God! How can you do this to me?" Angela wept. "Please, I've never done such a thing! I just couldn't!"
SPLAT! Lillian applied another wicked stroke of the brush squarely across Angela's flaming posterior.
"OUCH!!!" Angela shrieked. You have no choice, a small voice inside told her. You're a nothing-girl, a sex slave! You have to do everything they want! Remember what Jeanine told you. You're only making it worse by fighting. You're being forced. You simply have no choice. "All right! Please! No more! I can't stand it!"
Lillian Blackburn smiled triumphantly and shoved the weeping girl off her lap to the floor. Sobbing heavily and feeling disgraced, Angela reached back with both gloved hands to console her blazing buttocks. "Oh, it hurts so bad!" she gasped, tears coursing down both cheeks. "Oh, how could you?"
Lillian Blackburn looked down superiorly and reached for the hem of her leather dress, pulling it up with deliberate slowness. She wore no panties. Angela's eyes grew wide as she found herself gazing at the luxuriant growth of jet black hair. Horrified, she tried to turn her face away but couldn't, and instead stared at the lushly carpeted feminine nest with a mixture of fascination and humiliation. Lillian Blackburn moved to the outer edge of the couch, spreading her stocking-clad legs lewdly apart.
"Go ahead!" she demanded, pointing an imperious finger between her legs.
Angela was almost sick with shame and degradation. Repeatedly telling herself that she was being forced to do it and had no choice, the weeping young woman slowly began crawling between Lillian Blackburn's outspread thighs. Staring at the dark foliage and the pink cleft partly concealed in the middle of it, Angela gulped hard and hesitated.
"Go on!" Lillian insisted.
"Oh, please, do I have to?" Angela pleaded in a desperate voice, casting shamefaced glances at the others.
"You should be begging for the privilege!" Lillian Blackburn told her with a note of scorn in her voice. "Now, hurry up, or I'll give you another spanking!"
Darting one final look at the two interested observers, Angela slowly and haplessly lowered her face into the thick and slightly moist tuft of black hair. Feeling the hairs brushing against her nose and cheeks, she meekly pressed her full lips against the soft coral crease. As her mouth came into contact with the moist aperture, Angela trembled with a strange mixture of humiliation and excitement. Her eyes tightly closed and her face as red as her hotly spanked bottom, the shapely young blonde prisoner gently planted a series of kisses along the pink crevice. Lillian Blackburn held her thighs open as far as possible, watching the young girl's surrender with obvious pleasure.
"Keep doing it!" the severe dominatrix ordered. "Use your tongue. You have to bring me to a climax!"
Angela moaned audibly at the lewd statement, but kept her pretty face plastered against the brunette delta. As the older woman's feminine fluids began to secrete, Angela found herself with no choice but to taste them. To her surprise and humiliation, she found herself becoming highly aroused as she servilely caressed the attractive dominatrix who had so cruelly mistreated her. Wriggling with shame and excitement, she buried her face tightly in the wet underbrush and extended her tongue to caress the meaty, pink crevice. The two spectators watched the bizarre proceedings intently, their eyes riveted on Angela's blonde head.
"Your new slave is doing quite well!" Harry Blackburn remarked with an amused laugh.
"She's catching on very quickly!" Lillian Blackburn replied, petting Angela's golden head as if she were a puppy.
Wincing visibly at her captor's remarks, Angela kept her hotly blushing face pressed against the wet thicket and continued working her pink tongue up and down the plump coral labia. Lillian Blackburn's feminine dew soaked her face and seeped into her mouth, and Angela found herself swallowing them with audible slurping sounds. Although she could barely contain her own rising excitement, the tormented girl kept telling herself that she really did not want to serve her sadistic mistress in that servile manner but was being forced to do so against her will.
"Work your tongue inside!" Lillian Blackburn instructed. "I'll give you only a couple more minutes and then you'll get another spanking!"
Groaning at the threat of further punishment. Angela extended her tongue as far as she could and stabbed between the outer folds of the older woman's wet vulva. As she felt the youthful prisoner's pink tongue slicing through her puffy outer lips, Lillian Blackburn emitted a sharp gasp and immediately began thrusting her pelvis back and forth with coital movements. Angela's probing tongue found her mistress' twitching clitoris, and she began caressing it with servile flicks. As Angela's twirling tongue began to tantalize her highly sensitive button, Lillian Blackburn caught her breath and clamped her hands down tightly on her pretty victim's blonde head. Unable to take their eyes off the intriguing scene, Harry Blackburn and Jeanine watched intently.
"Ahhh! Oooooh! Keep doing it! Just like that!" Lillian Blackburn instructed rather breathlessly. "Oooooh! Ahhhhhh! Keep doing it!"
As she concentrated on the older woman's quivering clitoris and vaginal orifice, Angela could not refrain from slipping a gloved hand between her own legs. Hoping that the others would not notice, the tormented young girl hooked a finger between her moist labia and began manually caressing her own magic bud. Squirming and gasping with a combination of humiliation and sexual arousal, the pretty blonde prisoner eagerly sucked her mistress' hot, pungent juices into her mouth. Thoroughly tantalized by the delicious oral caresses, Lillian Blackburn thrust her pelvis back and forth with vigorous movements, pressing Angela's face tightly against her dripping wet delta with each forward thrust.
"Ahhhhh! Ooooooh! Ahhhhhhh!! Lillian Blackburn's entire body shuddered convulsively as the sadistic dominatrix reached a voluptuous climax. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ooooooohhhhhh!!"
Nearly overcome with shame and excitement as she felt the spasmodic contractions which her own tongue had produced, Angela manually caressed her frantically twitching clitoris until she reached a convulsive orgasm. "Mmmmmmm!" she groaned, embarrassedly trying to conceal the reaction induced by her shameful Lesbian ordeal.
Lillian Blackburn kept her hands tightly clasped around Angela's blonde head until her spasms had completely subsided, and then released her. Her face a vivid scarlet and her make up completely smeared, Angela was a picture of shame-faced embarrassment as she finally withdrew her face from the wet thicket. She was sure she would never look anyone in the eye again as long as she lived.
"On your feet, you naughty girl!" Lillian Blackburn instructed, flashing her devastating smile.
Angela slowly stood up on her spike heels, darting hotly embarrassed glances at the two onlookers who had witnessed her degradation.
"It's quite obvious that you thoroughly enjoyed the whole thing!" Lillian Blackburn tormented the highly mortified young woman.
"Please, I... " Angela tried to speak, but found herself without a defense to the shameful accusation.
Lillian Blackburn got to her feet, smoothing her black leather skirt down in front. "Jeanine, bring that chair over here," the attractive dominatrix instructed, pointing to a plain wooden chair at one side of the room.
The attractive young sex slave quickly picked up and put it down in front of her mistress.
"Bend over that chair!" Lillian commanded, pointing a stern forefinger at Angela.
"Please don't spank me!" Angela burst out apprehensively as she reluctantly assumed the position over the back of the chair.
"Who said you're going to get spanked?" Lillian Blackburn asked in an amused tone of voice as she quickly pulled Angela's short red dress up in back to expose her plump, brightly scarlet bottom. Trembling with embarrassment and apprehension, Angela anxiously clutched the seat of the chair with both gloved hands as she awaited her next ordeal.
"Jeanine, please bring me the persuader!" Lillian Blackburn spoke quietly.
The young sex pet quickly walked over to a closet and opened it. Watching anxiously out of the corner of her eye, Angela gave a start as she observed the young girl holding a large red rubber dildo that was an exact imitation of an oversize phallus!
"Please!" Angela gasped with a shudder, her knees suddenly becoming weak under her. "Not that!"
"Put some fluid in it, Jeanine!" Lillian Blackburn instructed in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Please, don't to that to me!" Angela begged as she watched Jeanine departing from the room. "It's embarrassing!"
"Stay in position!" The older woman gave Angela's cute bottom a brisk smack with her open hand.
"Ow!" Angela exclaimed, wriggling with discomfort and embarrassment.
Her heels clicking smartly, Jeanine returned in a moment carrying the large dildo, which she quickly handed to her mistress. Watching anxiously over her shoulder, Angela looked on with a mixture of fascination and mounting horror as the severe dominatrix snapped the foreboding object in place around her midsection by means of a special leather belt attached to her leather dress!
"Oh, no! No! No!" Angela gasped, shuddering as she stared at the bizarre sight. With the large artificial penis jutting outward, Lillian Blackburn's butch Lesbian appearance left Angela nearly in a state of collapse at the very thought of being taken by another woman in such a grossly humiliating manner. "Please, not that! Please, I couldn't stand it! It's too big... It's ..
While the other two watched, Lillian calmly stepped behind the quaking young woman and placed her hands at her midsection to hold her in position.
"No, don't! Please! Please!" Angela looked desperately at the others. "Jeanine! Help me! Don't let her do this to me! Oh, this is awful!"
Lillian Blackburn maneuvered the life-like crown of the oversize dildo against Angela's pink vulva, and proceeded with the Lesbian rape. Shuddering and sagging limply over the back of the chair, Angela screamed with pain and humiliation as the hard rubber device penetrated her vagina and dilated it to highly uncomfortable dimensions.
"Owwwww! Stop! Don't! Owwwww! Please!" Angela shrieked in a tormented voice.
The haughty dominatrix cruelly thrust forward with her pelvis, driving the thick object even deeper into Angela's tortured vagina.
"Owwwwww!" the helpless prisoner squealed in a high pitched soprano voice, twisting her hips frantically in a desperate effort to expel the painful device. "Please!
Ouch! It's too big! Take it out! Please! Oh, pleeeeeese!"
Lillian Blackburn hesitated and then began pumping her hips back and forth with slow, leisurely strokes that simulated normal intercourse.
"Oh! Owwww! Oooooh! Ooooooh!" Angela squirmed prettily as pleasure became mixed with pain. "Oh, don't! It's so humiliating! Ooooohhhhh!"
As she became accustomed to the large object sliding lewdly back and forth in her tautly distended vagina, Angela found herself becoming highly aroused despite the discomfort and the total humiliation of the Lesbian rape. Hot, tingling sensations began to spread through her loins and she found herself shamelessly pumping her buttocks in response to the penetrating thrusts of the huge dildo.
Harry Blackburn watched the Lesbian-style assault on his attractive prisoner with growing interest. "Aren't you going to share her with the rest of us?" he suddenly asked. "Help yourself!" his wife replied.
The sadistic rancher got to his feet and stepped in front of the chair. At the sight of the masculine bulge in his slacks, Angela excitedly tore at his fly without waiting to be told to do so. Pulling down the zipper, she quickly reached inside with one glove hand and pulled out his stiffly erect, hotly throbbing prick. Opening her pretty mouth as far as she could, she impulsively took the sturdy masculine rod between her lips and began working it in as far as she could.
"Ahhhhhh!" Harry Blackburn gasped as the pretty blonde attacked his hot, pounding cock with her sweet, wet mouth.
Her mouth and vagina completely filled by the two stiff objects, Angela moaned and groaned with masochistic torment and began moving her blonde head up and down on her master's rigidly outthrust member. Keeping her hands clasped firmly on Angela's midsection to hold the squirming young woman in place, Lillian Blackburn thrust systematically back and forth with the obscene dildo. At the same time her husband began thrusting his pelvis back and forth with short, quick jerks--plunging his husky lance deep into the young blonde's wet oral cavity with each forward push.
"Mmmmmmm!" Angela moaned and shuddered. The shapely young blonde felt exquisitely debased by the double penetration! I'm a sex slave, she told herself. I have no choice! I'm a nothing! I have to do what they want. Oh, I'm so ashamed! Didn't Jeanine say I would learn to enjoy being ashamed?
As his sadistic wife continued thrusting back and forth with the oversize dildo, Harry Blackburn grasped Angela's blonde head in both hands and began moving it up and down on his wildly pulsating cock. Totally enthralled by her captors' sadomasochistic domination, Angela helplessly but eagerly cooperated as she felt an intense orgasm beginning to engulf her.
Harry Blackburn suddenly thrust forward vigorously, setting his murky, hot masculine cream jetting into her mouth with bubbly spurts. Angela's blonde head snapped back instinctively and then relaxed as she prepared to enjoy the delicious repast. At the same time, Lillian Blackburn activated a button on the dildo that sent a warm gush of fluid surging into Angela's vagina in a manner that simulated heterosexual intercourse!
"Oooooooh! Ooooooooh!" Angela climaxed with convulsive shudders, her entire body quaking as she sagged limply over the back of the chair.
Nearly overcome by the emotional ordeal to which she had been subjected, the young blonde prisoner weakly straightened up after her captors withdrew. Lillian Blackburn unhooked the dildo and handed it to Jeanine, who quickly took it away.
"Care for another after dinner drink, dear?" Lillian casually asked her husband as if nothing had occurred.
"Good idea," he replied.
Lillian poured the drinks and the two of them seated themselves to enjoy their drinks. "You know, I'm sort of in the mood for an exhibition!" the attractive dominatrix remarked to her husband. "How about you, Harry?"
Harry Blackburn nodded with an approving grunt.
"All right, girls," Lillian said, looking at the two pretty young women. "Show us what a couple of girls can do for one another!!!"
Jeanine and Angela exchanged glances and the latter found herself blushing hotly. She wanted to protest, but it seemed pointless after everything that had occurred.
Looking embarrassed but rather eager, Jeanine stepped forward and placed a light, affectionate kiss on Angela's lips. The shapely blonde prisoner made no attempt to draw away, and Jeanine slipped her arms around her and kissed her much harder. As the squirming young sex pet slid her tongue between her lips, Angela gasped with shock but quickly responded. The two Blackburns watched with amused smiles as the two attractive young women explored each other's mouths with their probing, inquisitive tongues, and Harry leaned forward to undo Angela's ankle hobbles.
"Take off your clothes, girls!" Lillian Blackburn instructed.
Blushing hotly, Angela hesitated but quickly complied when she saw that Jeanine was quietly disrobing. In a moment both young women were completely nude, and Angela could feel her heart pounding wildly as she eagerly stared at the young sex slave's pert breasts and jet black pubic hair. Jeanine quickly stretched out on her back on the couch, her white flesh making a vivid contrast with the black leather of the couch as she drew her knees up and spread her pretty legs in wanton invitation.
"Go ahead, Angela!" Lillian Blackburn urged.
Blushing and deeply shamefaced yet quite excited, Angela quickly knelt astride Jeanine's nude form and buried her face in the black nest. As she went to work with her tongue on the slippery pink crease, she could feel Jeanine's tongue eagerly reciprocating. The two Blackburns watched with quiet enjoyment as the two attractive young women lay squirming with their faces plastered against their wet pussies, their tongues busily at work.
"I think I'll tie them together this evening and let them sleep in that position!" Harry Blackburn remarked.
I must escape, Angela told herself. But I don't really want to!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Thanks to his captors' carelessness, Warren Roberts had made a clean escape from the Blackburn Ranch. When he awoke from the strong sedative that had knocked him out, he at first assumed that his captivity was just something of a joke. But as he searched through the small cabin, he came across some correspondence that fully enlightened him as to the Blackburns' real motives. Realizing at once the seriousness of the situation, he escaped from the cabin through a small vent, swiped some clothing, and set about the task of rescuing Angela.
He soon discovered that the rescue operation would have to be a vigilante effort of his own. The local sheriff's office, having apparently been paid off, refused to listen to any complaints involving the Blackburns. Besides, he was told, there wasn't the slightest evidence at all that a crime had been committed.
As a result, he was on his own. He purchased a revolver and made several exploratory efforts to penetrate the Blackburn ranch. But he quickly saw that the security arrangements were quite extensive, and that it would probably be necessary for him to employ some subterfuge to gain access to the well guarded ranch. A couple of weeks went by and then one evening he got the break he had been looking for.
Seated in a small cafe, he noticed an attractive but rather severe looking woman enter the room and seat herself alone at a table. She had dark brown hair which was done in a bun at the nape of her neck, and was wearing horn-rimmed glasses. Although she had on a navy blue business suit, he could see that her figure was quite appealing. Although he realized that his memory might be playing tricks on him, Warren was just positive that he recognized her.
His heart pounding, he quickly got up and moved over to her table. "Haven't we met before?" he asked politely.
"That's what they all say," she replied with a shrug.
"I mean, aren't you Barbara Harris?" Warren asked.
She looked surprised. "Well, I guess you have the advantage of me," she admitted.
"I'm Warren Roberts," he replied quickly. "Please, may I sit down and talk with you. It's terribly important."
"Okay," Barbara agreed somewhat indifferently.
During the next few minutes, Warren urgently outlined the situation to his companion. Barbara Harris listened sympathetically.
"I always thought that there was something fishy going on there," she remarked at the conclusion. "I keep meeting young people there and never see them again. Well, how can I help you?"
"Volunteer to put on another exhibition," Warren suggested. "And take me along as your stud. "I'll dye my hair and grow a mustache. While you keep everyone distracted with a striptease, I'll slip off and try to rescue Angela!"
"It's a little risky," Barbara replied. "But if you get caught, I'll just tell them that you're some joe I met in a restaurant."
"Okay, I'll use a fake name, of course," Warren said.
"All right, that's settled," Barbara told him, an amused smile on her face. "But if you're going to be my stud, I think you'll need some practice!"
After finishing their meal at the cafe, the two of them retired to the small but pleasantly furnished home that Barbara Harris had inherited. Vividly recalling the performance the attractive schoolteacher had put on at the Blackburn ranch that evening, Warren was looking forward to the evening with high feelings of pleasant expectation. Barbara had no more than turned on the living room lights when Warren urgently pulled her toward him. They embraced warmly, their mouths twisting and opening to receive one another's tongues.
Warren's hands drew her tightly to him, forcing her breasts against his chest. Barbara's hands slid down his back and around to the front of his slacks, where an erection was already starting to form. Her fingers were quick and insistent and Warren quickly found himself with a fully elongated, powerful erection.
A little breathless, Barbara stepped back. Her horn-rimmed glasses came off and her brunette hair came down, cascading down her back in long curls nearly to her waist. Although he had previously seen the transformation from old maid schoolteacher to seductive siren, the sudden change left Warren itching with desire. His eyes never leaving her, he began peeling off his own clothing.
Slipping off her high heels, Barbara quickly removed her blue jacket and white blouse, revealing a nicely filled white brassiere that stood out vividly against her creamy flesh. Her blue skirt came next, and the seductive young woman stood in front of him attired only in bra, flimsy white panties, garter belt and beige nylon stockings. By this time Warren was completely undressed, and Barbara was staring intently at his proudly erect cock.
"Mmmmmm, you're going to make a perfect stud!" she exclaimed, skimming her tongue over her full lips with pleasurable anticipation.
Quickly reaching behind her back, she unsnapped her bra and Warren's eyes lit up as her full, silky breasts tumbled from cups of the supporting garment. Next, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her trim white panties and slowly removed them, gracefully stepping out of them and making no attempt to cover up the enticing triangle of darkly brunette hair and the full, petulant lips in its midst. She left on her garter belt and beige stockings.
Once again the two of them stepped forward and melted into a warm embrace, their bare bodies smacking into one another as they locked arms and kissed with their tongues in contact. Barbara's hands slipped down his bare back and hips, and one soft hand caught his rigidly upthrust prick in a loving squeeze. Warren drew the wriggling brunette tightly against him, her full breasts and exquisite nipples pressed tightly against his hairy chest. Enjoying the intimate feel of one another's bodies, the two of them lingered in the embrace with their tongues searching and probing the other's mouth.
"Where's the bedroom?" Warren asked when at last they parted their lips.
"Let's not into the bedroom!" Barbara suggested. "I hate bedrooms. Right here! There's a shag rug by the fireplace that's perfect!"
"Okay," Warren agreed.
As the well-built young man settled down supine on the comfortable rug, Barbara stretched out at right angles to his body. Brushing her long brunette hair back so that it would not fall over her eyes, she grabbed his rigid, hotly pounding cock in a possessive grip and leaned forward with her full lips formed into a wide oval. Warren sucked in his breath and held it as the lush wetness of her mouth suddenly assaulted his towering manhood, bathing the crown and at least two inches of the trunk with deliciously warm saliva.
"What a beautiful cock!" she murmured, planting a series of emotional, excited kisses up and down the blood swollen organ. Her stockinged legs were open and Warren could see the glittering moisture that was beginning to soak her lushly carpeted feminine temple. She could not hold still and her curvaceous feminine body continually squirmed and undulated in an anticipatory manner. "I just love it! So hard and so big! Mmmmmmm, do I want to eat it!"
Her pink tongue flicking out of her mouth in a serpentine manner, she rolled it over the crown and down the incredibly ticklish underside, concentrating on the blood-engorged vein that stood out noticeably. Although her flowing brunette hair at times obscured his view, Warren could see the rapturous look on her face as she paid tribute to his powerful maleness. Along with her mouth and tongue, her hands were constantly at work, stroking and pulling and tugging in an expert manner that left him biting his lips and thrusting his pelvis.
"Wow, you really know how to turn a guy on!" Warren remarked with a somewhat breathless catch in his voice.
"You haven't seen anything yet!" Barbara replied, glancing upward at him with a promising gleam in her bright eyes.
Without further ado, the trained fellatrix plunged her hot, wet mouth down over Warren's madly throbbing prick. Holding the base to tilt it upward at a steep angle, she permitted the thick slab of meat to penetrate deeply into her oral cavity. Warren caught his breath sharply as he felt his plum-shaped glans scraping against the back of her mouth. My God, she's practically swallowed me, he thought to himself. Looking downward, he could see her mouth bulging with cock.
"Oh, wow, you've got it in deep!" he exclaimed, struggling to maintain his self-control.
Her luscious feminine body continually squirming with cat-like, sensuous movements, Barbara began sucking on his hotly swollen cock with drawn in cheeks and audible slurping sounds. Continually brushing her long brunette hair back with her hand so that he could see her face, the shapely fellatrix sucked intently and paused only to swallow her continually gathering saliva. The sucking movements became progressively faster and the penetration correspondingly deeper.
"Oh, wow! Oooooh!" Warren exclaimed, thrusting his pelvis back and forth with irregular jerks. "Now I think it's about time I got you turned on!"
Allowing his saliva-soaked cock to slip from her mouth with a wet plop, Barbara stretched out supine on the shag rug. Her stockinged legs were drawn up and apart, wantonly exposing the bright pink gash nestled in the furry triangle of richly curled brown hair. A glistening film of feminine dew covered the entire area and left her hair matted and twisted.
Quickly kneeling between her outspread legs and using the fingertips of both hands, Warren began separating the two plump outer folds of her labia. The two pouting lips came open with an audible squishing sound, and the young man began pulling them apart as far as he could. The dazzling sight of lushly pink girl meat was almost blinding. Warren paused for a moment to enjoy the lascivious display and then buried his face against her warm, deliciously wet feminine meat with his tongue extended as far as possible.
"Oooooooh!" Barbara gasped and arched her back sharply as she felt his tongue slicing into her vaginal orifice. Wriggling her buxom hips, she draped her stocking-clad legs over Warren's shoulders and allowed them to dangle down his back. "Love it! Love it! Oh, I love it!" she whispered in a dreamy voice.
His nose pressed deep into the wet, pink furrow, Warren began rubbing his tongue up and down in the slippery feminine pool with quick stabs. Warm gushes of feminine honey smeared his face and seeped into his half open mouth, and he could feel her wriggling and squirming with growing feminine arousal. Her hands were clutching his hair, pushing downward in an encouraging manner that left his face plastered against her wet pussy. Her pelvic muscles began jerking spasmodically and her breathing quickly became quite audible.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm ready!" Barbara gasped in an almost distraught voice. "I need it so bad!"
Drawing back and pausing only to wipe off his face with the back of his hand, Warren mounted her between her stocking-clad legs and maneuvered to align his blood-filled, steel-hard cock with her steaming, twitching pussy. Barbara expertly slipped a hand under him and grabbed the bloated masculine rod to guide it inside her. Her satiny soft, squirming body felt deliciously feminine under him, and he could feel her cobwebby nylons against his bare flesh as she eagerly wrapped her shapely legs around him. His mushroom-shaped penile crown slid between the juicy outer lips and Warren drove forward to slice his masculine lance into her vagina like a bayonet.
"Ahhhhhh!" Barbara cried out ecstatically as the hot, hard masculine meat expanded her man-hungry cunt to its full proportions. Her soft, bare arms encircled his back, drawing him down on top of her, while her nylon-clad legs hugged and squeezed him. "Oh, what a stud you are! Oh, fuck me! That big meat feels sooooooo good!"
Resting on his forearms and knees atop her soft, wriggling feminine body, Warren could feel her wet vaginal walls clinging to his madly throbbing prong. He could sense the tension in her vibrant body as, squirming and twisting with deeply sensuous movements, she awaited his assault. Hot feminine oils bubbled up in a steady stream, thoroughly lubricating his masculine shaft and leaving the entire area wet and pungent with the perfume of sex.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Barbara pleaded in an urgent voice, working her hips around under him with provocative movements. "Oh, you're so big! Like a stallion! Ooooohhhhhhh! Come on, baby, sock it to me!" Her long fingernails began digging into his back like spurs.
Deliberately pacing himself to prolong their union as long as possible, Warren began thrusting to and fro astride her exquisite feminine body, driving his hot, hard prick deep into her tightly stretched cunt. With all four limbs coiled tightly around his masculine body, Barbara squirmed and wriggled her hips around under him with highly seductive movements. He could feel her taut breasts scraping against his bare chest as she constantly tried to pull him closer to her.
"Harder! Faster! Really give it to me!" Barbara begged between passionate gasps. "Ooooooh! Oh, it's so big! What a beautiful cock! Can you feel my pussy squeezing it? Can you?"
"Yeah, sure can!" Warren replied in a somewhat breathless voice.
Warren slowly began accelerating the pace. Arching her back and wriggling her hips around under him, Barbara kept up with him. Her hot, oily feminine syrup thoroughly coated his pounding manhood, and permitted their sexual organs to function together like two well oiled pieces of machinery. Barbara cupped her soft hands around his bare hips, digging in with her fingernails, while at the same time squeezing him with her nylon-encased legs. She had expert control over her pelvic muscles and Warren could feel her voracious cunt snapping and grabbing at his plunging prick.
"Harder! Faster! Punish me! I don't care if it hurts! Ooooooooh!" Barbara gasped in a distraught voice. "Ooooooh! I need it so bad!"
As the two of them became totally absorbed in the raw, purely physical pleasures of the moment, Warren's blood-distended, aching cock slid back and forth in the deliciously wet channel at a progressively faster rate. Breathing hard and clinging wildly to him, Barbara began lifting her hips high off the rug to meet his every forward thrust. Each time he forced her back down, she fought back and the two of them became locked in a wild sexual struggle.
"Oooooh! Fuck me! Ooooooh! Harder! Faster!" Barbara exclaimed. "Oooooh! Fuck me! Fuck me till I scream! Ooooooh! Ohhhhhhhh!"
As the pace became quite frantic, Warren rammed and slammed back and forth with powerful thrusts that sent his hotly aching pleasure tool penetrating deeply into her hotly steaming, twitching cunt. Wincing with pain at the deep thrusts, Barbara nevertheless threw her hips forward repeatedly to maximize the penetration. Hot feminine soup bubbled up constantly and at times the squishing, slurping noises could be heard despite their labored breathing. She had worked her heels up nearly to the top of his thighs and was digging in frantically.
"Ooooooh! Harder! Oooooohhhh! Ahhhhhhh! More! More!" Barbara gasped although she was almost too breathless to get the words out. "Ooooooh! Oh, my! It's so... Oooooooh! Ahhhhhh!"
Abandoning all self-restraint, Warren threw himself up and down on her wildly squirming, breathless feminine body in a punishing, almost brutal fashion. He could feel the intense spasms that were beginning to assert their control over her boiling hot cunt, and realized that she was a human time bomb set to explode at any moment. She was breathing with hard, passionate gasps and her eyes were completely glazed.
"Oooooooooohh! Oooooooooo! I'm cum... " Barbara gasped, her tormented body writhing in a totally uncontrollable fashion. "Ooooo oooooh!"
Warren pinned her beneath him with one final, bull-like thrust, his painfully aching cock suddenly spraying hot masculine cream deep into her steaming cunt. Barbara emitted a soprano shriek as she felt the milky semen spewing into the nether depths of her twitching vagina.
"Ahhhhhhh!" The distraught brunette screamed as her climax struck her like a bolt of lightning, her fingernails digging almost painfully into his bare flesh as she clung to him in a fierce embrace. Her orgasmic spasms lifted her hips upward and Warren could feel her vaginal walls squeezing his bursting cock as if trying to suck every last drop out of him.
Totally breathless, the two of them collapsed and lay with their organs still united as they struggled to get some air back into their lungs. It was several minutes before sanity began to return.
"Why don't you stay here for the next few days?" Barbara suggested. "We could live it up and I'll try to get myself another invitation to one of the Blackburn parties."
"Sounds great to me," Warren replied, slowly dismounting from her satiny feminine body.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Another party?" Harry Blackburn asked his wife. "I'm not keen on having another party with Angela's husband running around loose!"
"Oh, he's a long way from here by now," Lillian Blackburn replied. "When the sheriff refused to listen to him, he took off. Besides, it's going to be quite a party! Barbara Harris wants to put on another skit for us. She says she has a new stud boyfriend who will really get the wives turned on!"
"Well, okay, I guess," her husband gave in with some reluctance. "In the meantime I'm going down to the bondage chamber," he added as he departed.
He found Jeanine, attired in her usual French maid's uniform,, guarding the entrance to the bondage chamber. "And how is she?" he asked.
"She awaits your pleasure, sir!" the comely young sex pet replied.
"What about her attitude?" Harry Blackburn inquired. "Any trace of rebelliousness left?"
"No sire," Jeanine replied quickly. "She's completely broken. No will to resist at all! I don't think she'd try to escape if you let her!"
"That's good," the older man remarked. "Because I've got a prospective master lined up for her! He tells me he likes human pony girls, so I want her in harness by this evening! Understand?"
"Yes, sir!" Jeanine spoke with alacrity. The youthful sex slave was only too willing to help her master dispose of a potential rival.
Descending the stairs, Harry Blackburn found that Jeanine had carried out his instructions to the letter. Wearing only her black corset and stockings, Angela was bound in a bent over position over a wooden stool with her curvaceous bottom sticking up higher than the rest of her body and her blonde hair trailing clear to the floor. Numerous lengths of ropes confined her arms and legs to the rungs of the stool, leaving her completely immobile. A rubber ball gag was forced into her mouth and tied with two lengths of rope at the back of her neck, making it impossible for her to say anything intelligible.
Totally helpless and vulnerable, Angela cowered in the presence of her lord and master. As Jeanine had informed him, the young blonde had been completely broken by the ordeal of bondage and degradation that had been inflicted on her. Although she deeply feared Harry Blackburn, at the same time she felt a deep masochistic admiration for him and was perfectly willing to submit to any mistreatment that he wished to inflict upon her. She was also highly fascinated by Jeanine and wanted to emulate the shapely sex slave in every possible way.
"Jeanine tells me that you've been making good progress," Harry Blackburn addressed the helpless and gagged young woman. "I hope so. I have a prospective master lined up who wants you as a permanent slave! He's coming to inspect you any day now, and if you do anything that makes him disapprove of you it'll be a month of cold showers and enemas for you!"
Angela displayed no reaction to his words, although the implications of them were quite disturbing and frightening. As he spoke, the sadistic rancher produced an average sized dildo and casually slipped it into her vagina. The cold, hard object made her shudder with discomfort and humiliation, and a faraway sounding moan escaped through her rubber ball gag.
Harry Blackburn placed a small wooden stool in front of Angela's head, and seated himself so that her face was in his lap. Angela knew what he wanted when he removed her gag and began opening up his fly.
"Keep holding that dildo in your pussy!" he instructed as he produced his slack cock for her adoration.
Her blonde hair flowing down over his lap, Angela instantly went to work with her pretty mouth and tongue. Without the use of her hands the task was not easy, but it wasn't long before the supple masculine organ began to respond to her loving oral caresses. Straining to accommodate the expanding masculine organ in her mouth, Angela lost control of her vagina muscles and the dildo clattered noisily to the floor.
"That does it!" Harry Blackburn announced, abruptly getting to his feet. "I told you to keep that dildo in your pussy. I'll show you what happens to slaves who can't do a simple thing like that!"
Angela trembled but made no attempt to defend herself. Although she couldn't see too well, she watched out of the corner of her eye as her master stepped behind her. Moments later she felt cool Vaseline being dabbed against her tiny anal aperture!
"Ohhhh, noooooo! Not that! No!" Angela exclaimed with mounting horror. In the past he had always spared her that painful indignity. "Oh, no, please! I couldn't stand it! Oh, no, please!"
Standing behind the wretched girl, Harry Blackburn sadistically allowed her to plead for the sanctity of her poor bottom, although he had no intention of sparing her that ultimate dishonor.
"Please, oh please!" Angela begged in terror. "Please! Not that! I couldn't stand it! It's too big! Please! Oh, my God!" Tears coursed down her cheeks and her sobs made her words hard to understand. "Oh, please! Please! Plleeeeeeeeeese! Not that! I couldn't stand it!"
Harry Blackburn would have gagged her, but he wanted to hear her scream at the moment of impalement. As far as he was concerned, there was something vividly erotic about a woman's screams.
"Oh, no, please!" Angela pleaded, almost limp with terror. Breathless and sobbing, she continued to beg and cajole although she realized he was only tormenting her by making her wait. "Please! Oh, please, this is awful!"
At last, Harry Blackburn stepped forward with his jutting erection preceding him. Clasping the plump cheeks of Angela's cute bottom with both hands, he crudely spread them apart to open her up completely.
"Oh, nooooooo!" Angela gasped, sobbing with despair and humiliation.
Licking his lips with pleasurable anticipation, Harry Blackburn aligned his hotly throbbing prick with the tiny, vaseline-covered orifice. Taking a deep breath, he thrust forward with all his might.
"EEEEEKKKK!!!!!" Angela emitted a bloodcurdling scream as the thick, hard masculine spear split open her anal canal with devastating effect. The pain was unbelievable. Her entire body jerked against the bonds that held her in position as if a powerful electric current had been passed through her body. "OWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWWWW!!!"
The earsplitting scream had an intoxicating effect on the sadistic rancher. Totally unconcerned about the pain and degradation he was inflicting on the weeping girl, he thrust forward to complete the anal penetration. Looking downward he watched as several inches of hot, hard cock disappeared between Angela's plump bottom cheeks.
"Owwwww! Oooooooh! Ohhhhhhhh!" Angela sobbed, weeping bitterly as she found herself painfully impaled on the massive masculine weapon. Her sphincter muscles flexed frantically in a desperate attempt to expel the highly unwelcome invader, although she had no choice but to submit. Helplessly bent over the stool, her lush feminine body was convulsed with sobs and her spasmic movements only made the vulgar assault all the more interesting for her assailant.
"Please, I can't stand it! Owwwww! Oooooooh!" Angela begged, squirming like a worm. The sobbing blonde felt as if a hot knife had been plunged into her rear.
Thoroughly amused by her fervent pleas and distressed wriggles, Harry Blackburn began thrusting his rock hard, thick cock back and forth inside the incredibly tight feminine tunnel. Each forward thrust produced fresh sobs and cries of pain from the miserable girl, who constantly struggled in an instinctive effort to escape the torment he was inflicting on her.
"Owwwww! Ooooooh! Please! It's too big! Oh, no!" Angela pleaded between exclamations of pain. "Ouch! Please! You're killing me!"
Continuing to pump with firm strokes, Harry Blackburn slipped his hands around in front of her and began lewdly fondling her dripping wet pussy. Angela's wet fluids quickly bathed his fingers as he slid them into the moist valley, and began titillating her clitoris and vaginal orifice. Simultaneously pumping from the rear and finger-fucking her in a vigorous, energetic manner, the husky rancher found himself thoroughly enjoying her girlish squirms and wriggles.
"Ooooooooh! Owwwwww! Oooooooh!" Angela found herself wallowing in a mixture of pain, pleasure and degradation. "Oooooohhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Oooooooooh! It h-hurts! Ooooooh! Owwwww! Oooooooh! Ahhhhhh!"
As her master's probing fingers aroused her more and more, Angela wriggled and squirmed as much as her helplessly bent over position would permit. Harry Blackburn could feel her anal muscles contracting and clutching at his hotly throbbing prick, and he made no attempt to hold himself back. Twirling his fingers around inside her deliciously wet cunt and scraping against her twitching clitoris, he began thrusting with powerful strokes that penetrated almost brutally deep into the tiniest opening. Finally, he let himself go and blasted his hot cum into his squirming victim's little butt with geyser-like spurts.
"Oooooooh! Ahhhhhhhh!" Tormented beyond endurance to the combination of pain and pleasure, Angela surrendered to the bliss of a deeply maschochistic orgasm. Breathless and shaking, she found herself nearly in a state of collapse.
His lust satisfied for the moment, Harry Blackburn stalked out of the bondage chamber without even casting a look at his exhausted victim. Moments later Angela heard Jeanine's high heels clicking on the wooden steps. The little sex slave began hustling around the room collecting various items, and it was quite apparent that she was in a hurry.
"W-what are you d-doing?" Angela asked when she finally managed, to catch her breath. She could see that Jeanine had piled various leather straps on the floor.
"I'm getting your pony-girl outfit ready!" Jeanine replied.
"W-what?" Angela asked, having no idea what the strange words meant.
"Pony girl outfit!" Jeanine repeated. "Haven't you heard of human pony girls? They used to have them all the time in the South. Anyway, you're going to be one!"
"I never heard .. Angela said.
"Here, look at the bridle," Jeanine told her, holding up a brown leather bridle for her inspection. The highly realistic human bridle was equipped with a steel bit and reins. "Here, let me untie you. We'll leave you in your corset and stockings, but you'll have to put on heels."
Untied from the stool, Angela stood with her blonde hair flowing down in back as Jeanine finished assembling the items that comprised her latest bondage outfit. The harness consisted of a wide leather belt with various sets of straps attached, including two vertical straps designed to fit over the wearer's shoulders and between her legs.
"Hold your arms back out of the way," Jeanine directed.
The cute sex pet fastened the leather belt around Angela's corsetted waist, and then looped two straps over her shoulders from the back and fastened them to buckles at the front of the belt, criss-crossing the two straps in front so that they intersected at the cleavage of her full breasts. Next, she clasped her victim's elbows into two loops that were attached to the vertical loops. Angela watched her own imprisonment with growing distress.
"Spread you legs," Jeanine directed.
Reaching between Angela's legs, the busy sex slave grabbed the two straps that were dangling loosely and pulled them forward between her legs. The two straps fitted between the crevice of her buttocks and scraped against her vulva in a highly irritating manner as Jeanine fastened them in front.
"Ooooooooooh!" Angela protested.
"Oh, I know," Jeanine spoke sympathetically. "It makes your pussy itch something awful!"
"What's that?" Angela asked, looking at the curious leather object that Jeanine just picked up.
"A discipline helmet," Jeanine explained. "The boss says you have to wear it! This one has openings only for your nose and mouth, so when you're wearing it all you can do is obey the reins!"
Before Angela could think of an adequate reply, her blonde head began disappearing in the brown leather discipline helmet. The supple device completely covered her head except for her nose and mouth, and closed with a zipper from forehead back to the neck. Angela suddenly found herself completely blindfolded and cut off from reality.
Next, Jeanine fitted the leather bridle over Angela's helmeted head, and slipped the metal bit between her white teeth. Her hands clasped, she stepped back to admire her handiwork.
"Mmmmmmmm, you're going to make a perfect pony girl!" she said. "Now let's get used to obeying the reins!"
As Angela was in the process of being converted to a human pony girl in the basement bondage chamber, in the Blackburn study a different proceeding was taking place. Present were the two Blackburns and Eunice Becker. Although clad in her sharp looking riding outfit, the latter looked pale and visibly worried.
"Well, it's obvious by this time that he got away from you," Harry Blackburn directed an accusing glance at Eunice.
The attractive platinum blonde did not reply. She wished that she had fled the Blackburn ranch when she still had the opportunity, but it was too late to think about that. Now she had to face the music and knew that Harry Blackburn did not intend to spare her. Even so, she was not prepared for the severity of the sentence he imposed.
"Your head is to be completely shaved!!!" he announced.
"Oh, no!" Eunice gasped, breaking into tears at the thought of losing her blonde curls.
"Harry, I. .Lillian Blackburn tried to intercede on her friend's behalf.
"And you'll wear a scullery maid's outfit until it grows back!" he went on.
"Harry, please . .Lillian tried to interrupt.
"And you'll give her the shave yourself!" Harry Blackburn told his wife.
"Harry, don't make me do such a thing!" Lillian pleaded with distress.
Weeping and limp with shame, Eunice Becker was led off to a spare room. When she emerged an hour later, her head was completely shaved and she was dressed in a drab gray dress that reached nearly to her ankles, black lisle stockings and black patent oxfords. The formless dress concealed shameful knee-length old-fashioned, bloomers. The once proud dominatrix felt totally disgraced.
CHAPTER NINE
"Are you all set?" Barbara Harris asked Warren as the two of them prepared to leave for the Blackburn's party.
"I guess so," Warren replied grimly, patting the gun concealed in his jacket. He knew that it was a risky operation and was understandably nervous. However, he and Barbara had tried to anticipate everything that might happen, and he knew that from then on he would simply have to play it by ear.
"Okay, follow me!" Barbara said.
He had rented a car for the occasion and the plan called for him to follow Barbara to the Blackburn ranch. They had planned their arrival so that there would be others present to make them less conspicuous. In the growing dusk Warren followed Barbara down the winding country road, and tried to place various signs and objects in his mind to assist him if and when he escaped later that evening.
It was almost dark as the two of them drove up the long driveway to the ranch house, and Warren could see numerous other cars parked in the driveway. The sight of the foreboding ranch house made him all the more apprehensive, and also reminded him that the task of finding and rescuing Angela in such a spacious setting was quite difficult if not entirely impossible. He parked his car in a position where it would not be blocked, and left the keys in it.
"Well, here goes!" Barbara said, flashing black nylon as she alighted from her car. "It looks as if everybody's already inside. Oh, there's Harry by the door!"
Since the two of them had never met, Warren was not concerned about being recognized by his host.
"Hello, Harry you old ..Barbara called out, embracing the older man and giving him a Hollywood-style kiss as well as rubbing her tits against his chest to distract him. "Harry, this is my stud boyfriend!"
The two shook hands but the rancher was too intrigued by Barbara's clinging figure to even glance at the newcomer. Warren and Barbara could hear the sounds of animated conversation and clinking glasses as they stepped into the living room.
"Oh, there's Lillian over there," Barbara whispered. "Keep out of her way until I can get this show going!"
Although he had done everything he could to alter his appearance, he was still afraid he might be recognized. Moving around the busily talking couples to avoid Lillian, he found himself becoming more and more nervous. His heart was beating like a triphammer and his palms were ice cold. He saw Barbara talking with Lillian and at the same time watching him carefully.
"All right, everyone, take a seat everyone!" he heard Lillian Blackburn call out in the charming voice he remembered only too well.
Warren took a seat in one of the folding chairs that had been placed around the temporary chairs. However, the moment the lights went out, he got up and left the room. Cautiously moving around the house to investigate, he realized that there was only one chance in a million that he could find Angela, even if she were still there. Without much hope he poked around and, if caught decided to carry out the pretense that he was Barbara's new stud partner and had simply gotten lost in the big house.
What he most feared, however, happened.
"Warren Roberts!" the female voice called out from behind him.
Warren froze in his tracks and felt his blood turn ice cold. Fumbling to pull the gun from his jacket, he wheeled around to face his accuser. He vaguely recognized the poorly dressed woman with a shawl over her head, but couldn't place her. But her hands were at her sides and he could see that she was unarmed.
"I'll help you!" she spoke in a semi-whisper to the obviously alarmed young man.
"W-who are you?" Warren asked.
"Never mind! Here," she said, directing him to the door that led down to the bondage chamber. "She's down there! Give me a couple of minutes and I'll knock out every light on the ranch!"
Although he realized that his mysterious assistant might be leading him into a trap, Warren saw no other choice and hurried down the dimly lit steps.
"Jeez!!!" Warren exclaimed with total dismay as he found himself in the rock walled, ominous bondage chamber. He could scarcely believe his eyes as he looked around at the foreboding assortment of hooks, crosses and various bondage devices. The thought that Angela had no doubt been tortured with some of those sadistic devices made his knees go weak.
A tiny human moan from one corner caught his attention and he hurried over to investigate.
"Oh, my God!" he gasped, stepping back.
At first he did not recognize Angela, who was still fully attired in the pony girl outfit and leather discipline helmet that completely covered her blonde head! But it had to be her!
"Oh, my God, what have they done to you?" he asked, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her towards him. "Angie, it's me! Warren!"
However, the heavy padding in the discipline helmet cut off her hearing and Angela couldn't understand a word he said. The frightened young woman simply assumed that she was being examined by some man, possible the new master that Harry Blackburn had told her about!
Warren realized that there was no time to get her out of that bizarre contraption. Instead, he simply tossed her over his shoulder and started up the stairs, taking one last look back at the ghastly chamber of horrors.
As he reached the top of the stairs, all of the lights at the Blackburn ranch suddenly went dead. It would be several weeks before Warren recalled the name of the strange coconspirator who had aided him. However, he was never able to learn what her motives were. Eunice Becker had recognized Warren the instant he appeared at the Blackburn party. Her first impulse had been to unmask him. But overcome by the barbaric punishment her employer had inflicted on her that very afternoon, she had decided to seek revenge by aiding the entrapped young couple.
In the darkness and confusion that followed, Warren easily made his way to the car and took off at breakneck speed. With Angela stretched out in the back seat in her pony girl outfit, he raced away and feverishly tried to remember the various markers along the back country roads. He continually checked his rear view mirror, but no one seemed to be following.
He did not relax until he reached the interstate. In the meantime, poor Angela in the back seat suffered from the illusion that she had acquired a new master who was taking her to some unknown destination!
It was daybreak before Warren pulled over at a rest stop, and set about the task of releasing Angela from the bizarre bondage paraphernalia. He removed the humiliating bridle and quickly worked to release her blonde head from the confining discipline helmet.
"WARREN!!" Angela screamed with dismay when she discovered the reality of her situation.
"You sound disappointed!" Warren remarked with a laugh, kissing her.
"But I... I thought... " Angela was too flabbergasted to think clearly.
"I'll undo your hands and then you can take the rest off while I drive," Warren told her. "I want to get as far away from here as possible!"
Freed at last from the pony girl harness and wrapped in a blanket, Angela could not understand why she felt vaguely disappointed and let down by her rescue. For some reason, the fantasy that she had been sold to a new bondage master had promised much more excitement than she now faced.
CHAPTER TEN
When they returned to their apartment, it did not take the young couple long to realize that Angela had become hooked on the sadomasochistic bondage practices to which she had been introduced.
"There's no other way," Angela told him quietly one evening. "Make me your pony girl!" she added, referring to the fact that they had kept the bondage devices that she had been wearing when she had been rescued.
"All right," Warren agreed. "Put on your corset, stockings and heels!"
A few minutes later Angela blushingly appeared in the living room attired in her black corset, matching stockings and patent leather pumps. The tightly drawn-in corset gave her an hourglass figure, emphasizing the fullness of her pink tipped breasts and satiny buttocks. She was wearing her long blonde hair straight and it cascaded down her back nearly to her waist.
Warren had laid the pony girl outfit out on the couch, and whistled appreciatively at the sight of his shapely young wife in corset and stockings. "Now, hold still, pony girl, while I put you in harness!" he said, picking up the trunk portion of the harness. "Hold your arms back out of the way!"
Thrilled at the thought of once again being in bondage, Angela meekly complied. Warren snapped the heavy belt in place around her corsetted waist. With the belt in position, he quickly fastened the shoulder straps in place. Next came the two belts that fitted under her legs, and Warren carefully slotted them into the crevice of her buttocks and through the petulant outer, labia before buckling them securely into position.
"Uuuuuuuhhhhhh! Not so tight!" Angela gasped, her pretty lips forming a wide oval as she felt the belts slicing through her tender pussy. "Please, honey!" she pleaded although the glittering moisture that adorned her wheatcolored foliage betrayed her true feelings.
Warren picked up the bridle and began fitting it down over her blonde head. Angela shuddered as she stared at the stainless steel bit, and stood submissively as Warren quickly fastened the various buckles into place. The bridle fit her head quite tightly. "Open your mouth!" Warren commanded.
With a low sigh, Angela meekly opened her pretty mouth. Warren immediately inserted the bit between her white teeth, and stepped behind her to fasten it in position.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Angela tried to protest as he pulled the bit backward, forcing her mouth wide apart and compelling her to bite down hard on the steel bit. Warren slipped her wrists into the loops intended for them and clasped the leather reins attached to the sides of the bit, pulling them back and forcing her to hold her chin high in the air.
"Now I think my pony girl is ready for a workout!" Warren announced, keeping his grip on the reins. "I think you'll make a real good trotter or pacer!"
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Angela could not speak distinctly with her mouth contorted by the bit.
"Keep your chin up, pony girl!" Warren instructed, pulling back on the reins. "Now, giddy-ap!"
Feeling thoroughly helpless and miserable, but brazenly enjoying her sexy outfit and submissive role, Angela had no choice but to obey. As she made her way around the room, Warren followed closely with his hands on the reins and his eyes on her jouncing breasts and buttocks and lovely, stocking-clad legs.
"Circle the room!" Warren directed in a voice that indicated that he was clearly enjoying his new role.
As Angela slowly made her way around the room, her trainer held the reins up quite short--forcing her blonde head back and making it impossible for her to see the floor in front of her. Cautiously feeling her way with her feet, Angela moaned and ineffectually tried to protest the precarious feeling of not being able to see where she was going.
"You can prance much prettier than that, little filly!" Warren chided her. "Let's lift those knees!"
"Mmmmmmmm!" Angela shook her blonde head and tried to protest through the bit.
Warren quickly dropped the reins and, going to a closet, brought out a slim limber yardstick to serve as a makeshift whip. Stepping behind her, he once again grasped the reins in one hand. Pulling her bridled head back sharply, he suddenly flicked the flexible switch across the backs of her full, tapering thighs just above the tops of her black stockings.
"Mmmmmm!" Angela winced as the slim switch cut across her sensitive flesh.
"Now let's see a little high stepping, pony girl!" Warren told her. As he spoke, he began flicking the backs of her nylon-clad calves with the yardstick.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Angela tried to protest as she once again began circling the room, lifting her pretty knees to avoid the stinging flicks.
"That's better!" Warren encouraged her although he kept flicking the backs of her shapely legs to inspire her. "Lift those knees clear up to your waist, pony girl!"
Although her high spike heels made it both difficult and uncomfortable for her to obey the humiliating command, Angela somewhat breathlessly tried to comply with her master's wishes. The thin yardstick switch stung sharply through her nylons, and she kept lifting her knees in an effort to avoid it. Chills of masochistic pleasure raced through her body as she realized what a deliciously brazen spectacle she was making of herself!
"Keep going!" Warren insisted.
Under his supervision, Angela made two more trips around the room with the reins drawn quite short. Lifting her knees high with each step, she made a delightful human pony girl with her swaying long blonde hair and jouncing bosom and bottom. From time to time, she vigorously shook her head in an effort to tell him that she needed some respite from the ordeal, but this ineffectual complaint only made her look all the more helpless and appealing.
"You're doing better!" Warren told her when he at last paused to let her catch her breath a little. "Now I want you to do a real fast action trot with plenty of knee action!"
"Mmmmmmmm!" Angela shook her bridled head violently in an effort to tell him that his demands were simply impossible.
Standing behind her, Warren got a firm grip on the reins, drawing them up quite short and forcing her to look up at the ceiling. "Let's go, pony girl!" he demanded, once again switching her nylon-clad legs.
For a moment, Angela balked. However, the switch stung her pretty calves like needles, leaving her no choice but to comply with his rigorous demands. Blinking back tears of humiliation and distress, the shapely blonde pony girl began moving around the room as fast as she could. Lifting her knees and prancing prettily in her spike heels, Angela was thoroughly uncomfortable with the tightly drawn cinch strap slicing through her bubbly wet pussy but the bit in her mouth prevented her from communicating intelligibly.
"That's right!" Warren told her. "Keep prancing like that!" The bizarre sight of his severely restrained young wife prancing around the room with her full breasts and bottom jouncing provocatively quickly gave the young man a hotly pounding erection.
Flicking her shapely legs and upper thighs with the makeshift switch, Warren escorted his shapely pony girl around the room several more times, continually urging her to lift her knees just as much as possible. Although she was breathless and tears of discomfort and humiliation were welling in her eyes, Angela was deeply thrilled by the masochistic torment she was enduring. However, she wanted her new master to assert his control over her even more, and to give him just that opportunity she abruptly stopped prancing and stood like a balky mule.
"Come on!" Warren urged, flicking her legs with the yardstick switch.
"Mmmmmmm!" Angela moaned through her bit gag, shaking her blonde head in a vigorously negative manner although the switch stung her legs enough to make her blink back tears.
"I guess you need some more severe discipline!" Warren announced.
Sitting down he grabbed his helpless victim and flipped her face down over his lap. Squirming and looking back anxiously over her shoulder, Angela tried to make him understand that she wanted the bit removed but he made no effort to understand her garbled attempt to speak. Draping his left arm down over her back to keep her from squirming off his lap, Warren gazed at her girlishly wide, buxom buttocks with the two cheeks separated by the cinch strap tightly pulled through the crevice. Delightfully rounded and as smooth as satin, the two lovely globes quivered with anxious expectation.
Warren raised his right hand in the air and aimed a light smack at her right buttock. Slap!
"Mmmmm!" Angela's bridled head jerked back as his masculine palm came into contact with her exquisitely soft bottom.
Warren let his hand rest in place for a moment afterward, feeling. Angela squirming naughtily under the mild pressure. A light pink blush was visible when he finally raised his hand. Smack! This time Warren administered a light spank to the opposite cheek.
"Mmmmm!" Angela gasped through her bit, squirming and bucking prettily on his lap, and at the same time looking back with a worried expression on her hotly flushed face.
Smack! Slap! Splat! Warren began covering her tender buttocks with light smacks, letting his hand remain in place for a few moments after each spank. As her cute bottom began to take on a light shade of pink on both sides, Angela wriggled and began swinging her nylon-clad legs back and forth.
"Mmmmmm! Ohhhhh! Uhhhhhh!" the shapely blonde pony girl continually attempted to speak through the tightly drawn bit, but none of her words made sense.
"Hold still, little pony!" Warren chided her. He could feel her feminine dew seeping against his trousers, and knew that she was becoming highly aroused by the mistreatment.
Smack! Splat! Warren commenced another round of spanks, this time smacking somewhat more vigorously. Angela gasped and bucked up each time his hand descended against her tingling posterior. Her stockinged legs began to jerk back reflexively, occasionally revealing her cute nest and the inviting coral cleft through which the cinch straps passed. His stiffly erect cock pounding at the provocative sight, Warren spread the spanks around, making sure that each cheek received equal treatment.
"Mmmmmmm! Uhhhhh! Ohhhhhoooo! Uhhhhhh!" Angela's garbled appeals sounded more urgent with each passing moment. Tears dripped down her cheeks, smearing her heavy make up but making her look all the more vulnerable and appealing.
Smack! Splat! Whack! Warren gradually increased the force and tempo of the spanks. He constantly alternated from one soft cheek to the other and occasionally planted a crisp spank directly across the crevice. As the temperature in her curvaceous bottom began to build and each spank became progressively more painful, Angela tearfully pumped and thrust her hips frantically back and forth on his lap and kicked her pretty legs hard and wide. She could feel his erection pressing against her and could tell that he was as aroused by their kinky activities as she was!
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Ooooooh! Ahhhhh!" Angela's moans and gasps reflected a strange mixture of discomfort and masochistic arousal. Her delectable pussy, constantly irritated by the tight cinch straps, felt &s hot as her crisply spanked little bottom! Hot tears blinding her vision, she wriggled and squirmed as much as she could and felt completely mastered and submissive.
Smack! Smack! Whack! Splat! Smack! Warren began applying his husky palm to Angela's upturned nates with even more energetic spanks. With her pretty bottom prickling and feeling aflame on both cheeks, Angela sobbed with pain and pleasure and lay quaking across his lap. His scarlet buttocks writhing and twisting and her stockinged legs swinging merrily in the air, the blonde pony girl frantically twitched and jerked each time his hand smacked against her blazing posterior.
"Mmmmmm! Uhhhhhh! Ooocoooh! Mmmmmmmm!" Angela gasped, anxiously looking back over her shoulder to watch her own chastisement.
Intrigued by the inviting display of scarlet feminine buttocks and wildly kicking nyloned legs, Warren continued spanking the attractive target with crisp, ringing spanks. Sobbing heavily and nearly choking on the bit in her mouth, Angela began tossing about frantically on his lap in a futile effort to protect her flaming buttocks from his punishing hand. The flowing moisture from her feminine charms completely soaked the front of his slacks.
Finally, Warren abruptly brought the spanking to a halt. "All right, pony girl, up you go!" he announced, suddenly lifting his tearful, shaking victim to her feet.
Angela's knees buckled under her and the highly distressed young woman nearly lost her balance for a moment. Warren stood up and escorted her over to a leather hassock in a brusquely businesslike fashion.
"Down on your knees!" he directed, pushing her to a kneeling position in front of the hassock. "Lean forward over it!" he added.
Tearful and shuddering with a mixture of fear and anticipation, Angela obediently leaned forward over the hassock with her freshly spanked, bright red bottom jutting upward provocatively. As Warren stood behind her gazing appreciatively at her, Angela looked back anxiously over her shoulder and kept trying to communicate through the bit. Her vibrant young body twitched with anxious expectation as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his lust-bloated, purplish-hued masculine weapon.
"Mmmmmm!" Angela cringed with pleasure and fear as he knelt behind her and released the cinch straps. She had no idea how he planned to take her, but there wasn't a thing she could do to interfere with his plans.
Warren grasped the bridle reins and pulled them back, forcing her head back, making her arch her back in a manner that left her crimson bottom jutting up even more deliciously. At the same time he moved forward and Angela felt the tip of his rigid prick poking against the moist hairs surrounding her hotly twitching pussy. With a happy sigh of relief, the helpless pony girl awaited her master's conquering entrance.
"Mmmmmmm!" Angela moaned with rapture and wriggled her hotly throbbing hips as the rock hard masculine lance penetrated her slippery labia and began dilating the hungry walls of her vagina. Warren moved forward with deliberate slowness, gradually thrusting the bulbous head of his madly pulsating prick deeply into the exquisitely pink tunnel. The deliciously warm, wet walls encircled his outthrust prick in a highly snug . fashion, and Angela excitedly twisted from one side to the other.
"Mmmmmm!" the blonde pony girl gasped as her master slowly began thrusting back and forth, allowing his hotly swollen cock to slide back and forth along the dripping walls of her vagina. With her bridled head pulled back to keep her back steeply arched, Angela found herself contentedly enjoying the illusion that she was an actual pony girl being ridden by her master! The fantasy made her squirm and wriggle while uttering excited little animal sounds through her bit, and she quickly found herself becoming carried away with masochistic arousal.
Although quite exhilarated by the wriggling pony girl beneath him, Warren paced himself carefully. Keeping a firm grip on the reins, he pumped with measured strokes that penetrated deeply into the wet wonderland. Angela responded with delighted gasps and progressively more intense wriggles, squirming her scarlet buttocks from side to side with spasmodic jerks. From time to time she excitedly tried to look back over her shoulder, but the tightly pulled reins gave her no leeway. She felt totally mastered and dominated.
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" Angela moaned through the confining bit. Her eyes were wide and glazed, and the breathless young blonde found herself on the brink of a powerful orgasm.
Warren began to pump his pelvic muscles with short, jerky movements and Angela eagerly threw her hotly spanked bottom around in response. Keeping her under control with the reins as if he were riding her, Warren pulled her head back so far that her body was almost bent in two. Finally, the highly aroused young man thrust forward almost brutally and set his hot masculine lava blasting into her hungry cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Angela jerked her hips spasmodically and emitted a rapturous moan as she likewise reached her climax. Her vibrant young body twitched reflexively, but the harness restrained her. Violent spasms seemed to seize control of her twitching clitoris and vagina, and the young pony girl found herself elevated to a delicious sexual paradise that mixed pleasure with degradation.
"There, little pony girl, you can get up now!" Warren told her as he got to his feet afterward.
Angela rather unsteadily stood up on her spike heels, her hair a little mussed and her face prettily flushed. She looked rather surprised and shook her head with instinctive disapproval as Warren quickly reached for the cinch straps and began pulling them between her legs.
"You didn't think I was going to let you out of harness this soon, did you?" he asked.
"Mmmmmm!" Angela gasped, wincing as he pulled the cinch straps through the crevice of her buttocks and the outer labia of her pussy before buckling them in front. With all the sensuous pleasure she had just enjoyed, the straps felt all the more abrasive and irritating.
"I'm going o release your arms so you can wait on me!" Warren told her. "But the harness stays in place. If I catch you fooling around with it, I'll take a strap to that cute bottom of yours!"
As he released her arms from the harness, Angela lifted her hands to her bridle to show him that she would like to have it removed.
"No, the bridle stays in place, little pony girl!" Warren told her quite firmly.
Their eyes met and Warren could see the worshipful look of adoration on her face. From now on, he would be her bondage master.