The Agency Part 2 - Kylie's Story

by David Lavenham

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I don't know what they did to us in that lab but it changed my life forever. It was like the worlds greatest drug. I felt euphoric, confident, uninhibited and, most of all, an overwhelming sexual desire. And I was not the only one. The rest of the group must have felt the same because within minutes we descended into an orgy. Ripping at each others cloth's, fucking, sucking and swapping as if our lives depended on it. It was the most exciting and fulfilling experience I had ever had, and it left me wanting more of the same.

As I sat alone in the empty office, admiring the subtle, but unmistakeable, trappings of wealth around me, all I could think of was the sense of fulfilment I felt when I was in control of four stiff cocks, and the overwhelming desire to repeat the experience, particularly after it had ended so suddenly.

The first I was aware that I had been asleep was when I woke up in this huge mansion house in the country. A very attractive male nurse was at my bedside taking my pulse.

‘Hello’, he said, noticing that I was awake and staring at him, ‘how are you feeling’.

‘I’m not sure’, I said, still a little woozy from the drugs.

‘You will feel 100% soon’, he said, ‘you just need a few hour rest’.

‘Where am I?’

‘Don’t worry’, he said reassuringly, ‘You are safe’.

‘Where is Kurt?’

‘He is safe too. Now just relax for a while whilst you recover’.

I shut my eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of huge hard dicks.

When I woke up again I was on my own in the room.

I sat up in bed and wondered what all this was about.

What had happened in that research room to make us behave as we did. Where was I, and, more importantly, why was I here? Where was Kurt? Why did I feel so incredibly sensual?

Still naked, I got up and checked out the room. It was a huge room with ornate high ceilings and oil paintings on the walls. Through the windows I could see that this was a classic country Manor House, formal gardens leading away from the grey granit walls and towards the sheep grazing in the distant fields. The bed was a big four poster, a floor length mirror on the opposite wall.

The door was locked.

I looked at myself in the mirror. ‘Not bad’, I said to myself, admiring my trim athletic figure. I had always been pleased with my looks. I was not a classic blond haired bimbo, but a statuesque brunette. OK my tits were a little small, but you cannot have everything.

I ran my hand over my nipples, bringing them alive under my touch, and remembered again the feeling of two cocks in my pussy, working against each other as if they were fighting to please me. My hand reached down between my legs and touched my now wet womanhood, stroking my soft lips gently I shut my eyes and tried to recreate the feeling in my head.

I was jolted back to reality as I heard a key in the door.

It was the nurse again.

‘You look much better’, he said, eyeing my naked body, ‘I have brought you a robe’.

I slipped it on, enjoying the cool touch of the silk against my skin.

‘Follow me please’, he instructed and lead me out of the room, down a corridor into the office.

‘The Boss will be with you shortly’, he said, shutting the door behind him.

Shortly after he left the door opened to reveal a balding, portly man wearing a tweed suit.

‘Good afternoon’, he said, shaking me warmly by the hand. He had a well educated voice, and although he greeted me warmly and was smiling I sensed he was a man very much in control.

‘I imagine you are wondering what all this is about’, he said, sitting on the chair opposite me.

I nodded.

‘Well, you have special … er…, talents’, he continued, ‘and we would like you to work for us’

‘Doing what?’

He ignored my question and continued. ‘You will be very, very well rewarded, you will enjoy the work and you will live a luxurious life as part of our organisation’.

‘What’s the catch?’

Again he ignored the question and continued. ‘You should feel very pleased with yourself’, he said, ‘you have been selected from thousands of potential candidates’.

‘But I never applied for a job!’ I insisted.

This time he responded, ‘Oh, you don’t apply for a job with The Agency, you are invited to join. This, Kylie, is your invitation!’

‘But you know nothing about me!’ I protested.

Suddenly he became very serious and looked right into my eyes.

‘You are Kylie Jane Brown of 202 Grove Road, London NW2. You are 32 years old and work as a publicist for a book publisher (a job that I believe you find dull and unfulfilling). You grew up in Devon, took a degree in English at Bath University and, having got a 2:1 moved to London after a year travelling. Both your parents are dead and you have no brother or sisters. You are 5’10” tall, wear size 10 clothes, size 5 shoes and a 34C bra. You are a regular gym goer, averaging 3.7 hours a week, and pride yourself on your athletic good looks.

‘You lost your virginity to a friend of your fathers at the age of 14 and have enjoyed an active and experimental sex life ever since. You had 3 sexual partners at school, over 20 at university and we have traced 13 from your time travelling, although we believe there are more’. You are confident enough with your sexuality to use it to further yourself. We know of 4 instances where you have accepted favours in return for sex. Firstly with a University friend who completed most of your History of literature papers on your behalf; secondly in return for $2,000 from a man you met in Los Vegas; and finally twice in return for minor favours, a lift home from university and for a repair to your heating boiler.

‘You enjoy a variety of sexual acts and are comfortable, indeed relish, new sexual challenges. You have had only two ‘one on one’ lesbian experiences, but have enjoyed lesbian encounters in a number of sex clubs, including an impromptu stage act in an Amsterdam sex club.

‘You have tried a number of soft drugs, however, you are careful to limit your use as you do not like to feel out of control of a situation.

‘You married Kurt 3 years ago after a very short relationship. Our psychologists believe your selection was largely a reaction to a burst of intense sexual activity when you moved to London, Kurt being a safe, secure, if somewhat uninteresting, man.

‘Unfortunately, in the past 18 months your marriage has been under stress, possibly due to Kurt’s inability to fulfil you sexually. Together you have experimented with an open relationship and twice you have attended wife swapping events, which, I should add, you enjoyed significantly more than Kurt. However, you have remained unfulfilled and have more recently been engaged in two simultaneous affairs; one with your manager at work and one with a close friend of your husband. Incidentally, to assuage any feeling of guilt you may feel, I should tell you that Kurt has also been unfaithful. He has visited a number of prostitutes and is currently having an affair with his secretary.

‘Although you have been involved in a number of orgies, regularly enjoy anal sex, and on at least two occasions have received concurrent Vaginal and anal penetration, I understand last night was the first time you experienced double penetration of the vagina.

‘That, Kylie, is a brief summary of what I know about you’.

I was speechless. I just sat there in open mouthed shock. How the hell did they find all that out? I have never told Kurt about most of my sexual activities, and I had given the guy in Las Vegas a false name! Whoever these people where they knew how to do their research!

‘OK’, I said finally, ‘so what’s the job?’

‘It is a bit difficult to explain’, he said, ‘Can I ask you a question?’

‘OK’

‘Did you enjoy last night?’

‘Yes’, I answered honestly.

‘Do you enjoy exploring your sexuality?’

‘Yes’

‘Well, this job gives you that, plus you will become very rich’

‘How much?’

‘Over £250,000 a year’, he said poke faced.

‘Jesus’, I said, ‘just to be a high class hooker?’

‘Oh no’, he laughed, ‘the job is much more interesting than that!’

‘So what’s the downside?’, I knew there had to be one.

‘You will have to leave Kurt and your old life behind. You will assume a new personality. The old Kylie will disappear’.

‘You need time to think this through’, he said and looked at his watch. It is 5pm now. Go back to your room and enjoy dinner. At 9am tomorrow a car will come for you. If you want to go on to the next stage just tell the driver you are with us. If you want to go home to Kurt and forget about all this just tell him and he will take you home’.

He got up and shook my hand again, ‘I do hope you choose to join us’, and walking towards the door, ‘Adam will take you back to your room’.

As he left the male nurse was at the door.

I followed him back to my room, silent, my mind whirling.

Alone again I sat on the bed thinking through the events of the past few hours and the opportunity, albeit somewhat vague, presented to me.

In reality it did not take long to make the decision. My job was dull, Kurt was dull, I had no money, no family and little to loose.

Adam, the nurse, served me dinner in my room. I tried to talk to him, but he was obviously under instructions to say nothing.

As I sat there in the silk robe eating I began to think back to the night before, and dream about what would happen to me when I joined The Agency. I was pretty sure I was signing up to become a high class hooker, but what the hell, earning £250,000 a year I could retire by the time I was 35! At last I felt in control of my life.

I did not sleep well that night. I lay awake for hours wondering what I was getting myself into.

The following morning Adam woke me at eight and served me breakfast (‘I could get used to this!’ I thought). He told me my clothes had been sent to my house so I was dressed only in a thick fur trimmed overcoat and my running shoes when the driver arrived at 9.

As I stepped in the waiting Jaguar Adam slipped a blindfold over my head, ‘The driver will tell you when to take it off’, he said and closed the car door.

We drove for about 20 minutes before the driver spoke.

‘You can remove the blindfold now’, he said.

Blinking against the bright light I realised we were on the M4 heading to London.

‘Where to?’ he asked.

‘Anywhere but home!’ I said.

We drove into Central London, eventually pulling up outside a cinema in Soho.

I had passed the cinema a number of times but had never dared venture in. 'Two screens, continuous XXX action' the sign outside said. As we pulled up outside it a tingle of anticipation passed through me. Was it the thought of the start of a new life that excited me or the more immediate prospect of entering the cinema I had wondered about for so long?

‘Someone will meet you inside’, the driver said as he opened the door for me.

I slipped into the back of the fist screen and stood behind the back row of seats. I was the only woman in the place. It was about half full, about 50 guys I guess, some were openly wanking, one guy was giving his neighbour a blowjob, others just smoking and watching the action on screen. I could almost taste the sheer power of the pent up sex in the place.

I waited at the back for a few minutes, but when no-one came to meet me I figured I may as well sit down. My presence had not gone un-noticed and I could feel all eyes on me as I walked down to the front row and sat in the middle seat.

Within seconds I was surrounded, guy's on either side and even behind me.

To start with I focussed on the screen, ignoring the activity around me, but soon the images on screen began to affect me and the familiar sense of desire began to build. I had been here more than half an hour and no-one from The Agency had approached me so I figured I may as well make the most of the opportunity.

I watched as the guy on my right took out his dick and began to stroke it, staring at me as he played with himself. He gasped as I reached out and took his manhood in my hand and I felt his rock hard cock throb as I began to stroke it.

I felt a hand on my leg, just above my knee. It was the guy on my left. I opened my legs a little. It was all the encouragement he needed. He eased his hand up my thigh and began to stroke my naked pussy, rubbing his fingers up and down my soaking slit before slipping one into my hole.

I undid my coat and slipped it off, revealing my naked body to the crowd now gathered around. I smiled as my eyes roamed from one erect cock to the next. There must have been 20 guys standing around just waiting to fuck me.

I slid off the chair and knelt at the front of the cinema, taking the cock I had been stroking into my mouth. I felt hands all over my body, pulling at my nipples, stroking my pussy and arse. Within seconds I felt fingers entering my pussy. They must have belonged to two different people as they worked against each other, stretching and probing my wet hole whilst a third hand rubbed my clit.

I shut my eyes as I sucked, focussing on the pleasure of the attention of so many men.

Just as the first guy was cumming in my mouth I felt a dick press against the entrance to my pussy. I turned slightly to take another dick in my mouth as I was slowly penetrated by the stranger behind me. There were still at least two fingers probing me as he slipped his hard cock in. It was a fantastic sensation being fingered and fucked at the same time.

As he began to pound his dick into my pussy the fingers withdrew. Someone was still massaging my clit and I could feel a finger probing around my anus.

One guy had worked his way underneath me and was licking and biting my tits, whilst the finger probing my anus slipped past my sphincter and began to wriggle inside my colon.

I was in heaven.

I lost count of the number of times I was fucked and of the number of cocks I sucked. I just let the guy’s control what was happening. I was carried and manhandled into a number of positions.

I was fucked by three or four guys on my back. One of them withdrew to shoot his cum over my body, starting a trend as a number of the guys wanking around me took the cue and shot their loads over my face and tits.

I remember someone; I assume it was a bloke, licking cum off my tits with great big slurps of his tongue whilst I had two dicks in my mouth.

After I had been fucked what felt like a hundred times in the pussy I felt the first tentative probing towards my arse.

I was back in a kneeling position and reached behind me to grab the dick in question. it was huge, felt at least 9 inches and thick. I guided it towards my tight little arsehole. I was soaking wet with a mixture of my pussy juice and cum so it didn’t need lubrication, the pressure build as my little arse expanded to accept this monster dick, then suddenly it was in me, pushing deep into my rectum, pushing against my innards as he drove further and further, deeper and deeper. I almost bit off the cock I was sucking as the monster in my arse began to slide in and out, giving me the most intense mix of pain and pleasure.

After the monster dick had filled my arse with his cum, there were plenty more to take over.

I was fucked in the arse by 3 or 4 guys before I was turned back onto my back and fucked in my pussy some more.

This orgy of fucking had been going on for well over an hour by now and the crowd was beginning to thin out.

I was laying on my front across the front row of seats, enjoying yet another cock in my pussy, when I became aware of someone moving people away.

'OK folks', he said, ‘I think we are done here now, can you make your way to screen two while we clear up’.

Reluctantly the guys around me zipped themselves up and moved off. As the last of them left the manager walked up to me.

I was sitting naked, covered in stick sperm on the front row. He looked me up and down and then looked around me. The carpet was wet with a mix of sweat, sperm and pussy juice. The front row of seats were covered in streamers of cum, discarded condoms and tissues.

'That was one hell of a show', he said, moving forward and touching my face, rubbing his fingers together as they came away covered in sperm.

'Thanks'.

He was about 6 foot tall, muscular with jet black hair. He was not bad looking, but had a slightly mean look about him, probably because of the scar on his left cheek.

'You must be Kylie?'

‘Yes’

‘There is a place upstairs where you can clean up’, he said.

I draped my coat over my shoulders and he led me through a door at the back of the cinema. We had to climb 5 or 6 flights of stairs, taking us way above the front of the cinema. There were a series of rooms that must once have been offices. The walls were painted grey and each room was closed off with big thick fire doors.

He nodded towards a door at the far end of the corridor.

'The shower is in there'.

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As I was rinsing the sticky cum out of my hair I noticed him walk into the room.

'Brought you a towel'.

'Thanks'

He stood and watched me for a few seconds.

'Did you enjoy that?' He asked

'The shower? Yes thanks'.

'No - I mean getting fucked by all those guys'

I thought for a moment, 'yes, it was good' I replied at last.

It was more than good, it was fantastic, I had loved every second of it, but I did not want him to know that.

‘Why did you do it?’

'I needed to be fucked, I was just feeling horny'

I stepped out of the shower and began to dry myself, enjoying his gaze as he took in my body, enjoying the exhibitionist that had been awoken within me.

'Were you one of the guys who fucked me?' I had to ask.

'No, I just watched; and waited for you to finish’.

‘So you were there all along?’

‘Yes’

‘Why didn’t you let me know?’

‘I was interested to see what would happen’, he replied honestly.

I draped the towel over my shoulder, ‘so what happens now?’

‘Follow me’ he said.

Still naked I walked into the corridor. The door we came in through was at the other end facing me, it was shut. The corridor had 6 other doors off it. 5 were open and one; closest to the entrance was shut.

The first door was the kitchen, a largish room with a table, fridge and microwave, but not much else. the second room was a bedroom, a large unmade bed at its centre. The third room was a large living room, with two large sofas a huge TV and stereo.

Opposite that there was a room full of computers and TV technology. It looked like some kind of editing suite. Running on one of the monitors was a video of a gangbang. It took me a few seconds to realise it was me being fucked. I stood and watched as the image of my depravity played out in front of me. My hand found its way between my legs as I watched myself being fucked by a group of strangers. Behind that monitor was another one showing the empty shower stall I had just used. This guy filmed everything.

When I turned back to the corridor he was gone. I moved towards the next open door.

'This is your room'

He was leaning against the opposite wall, leaning on a stool which had a huge dildo stuck on the seat. I cast my eyes around the room.

It was large, about 15 by 20 feet and very dark. The walls where painted dark burgundy red and the floor was covered in a soft rubber like material.

In one corner was a large iron bed. It had ropes and shackles hanging from it, and, I noticed, a hook and pulley over it. There was another hook in the ceiling in the middle of the room.

Along the opposite wall there was an array of straps, latex clothing, what looked like gas masks, bars with handcuffs on them and shelves of dildos of various shapes and sizes.

The wall opposite the door was covered in a wooden frame, with various, shackles and handcuffs hanging from it.

There were no windows but there were two cameras in the room, both hanging from the ceiling.

He walked towards me, stopping only when his face was a few inches from mine. I could feel his hot breath as he talked.

'This will be your home for a few days’, he said, ‘you are about to start your induction into the agency', he said.

'Here you will leave the world outside behind and enter a world where all that matters is pleasure, where you will experience things you have never experienced before, where you will reach new levels and discover how far you can push yourself in the search for experience'.

'Do you understand?’

‘I think so’

'Good', he said.

He handed me a glass of juice from next to the bed.

'Drink this', he said.

It was orange juice, but with a strange, bitter aftertaste.

'Now it is time to sleep', he said.

My head started to swim and I fell to the floor. He lifted me and placed me on the bed, I was asleep before he left the room.

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I woke up feeling groggy. Whatever he drugged me with it must have knocked me out pretty good. I was lying on my back, staring at the black ceiling. As I tried to turn over I realised I couldn't. My hand and feet were strapped to the bed, fixing me spread-eagle on the bed.

I looked around the room. What time was it?

I heard the whirr of a motor, one of the cameras was pointing at me, the lens moving slightly.

He was out there, in that little room, watching me. The thought of being so vulnerable, and watched, began to make my pussy ache in anticipation.

Clunk. The door swung open.

Someone walked in, but it wasn't him.

It was another guy. He looked like a biker, about 6 feet tall, bearded and tattooed. He was wearing leathers and carrying a little briefcase.

'Hi', I said, trying to sound calm.

He just smiled and shut the door behind him.

He put the case on the table by the bed and opened it. I caught a glimpse of some bright steel instruments as he pulled out a blindfold. He lifted my head off the pillow and gently slipped the blindfold over my head, flashing a gold toothed smile as he plunged me into darkness.

Then his hand was around my jaw. I felt a ball in my mouth and a strap go around my head. I panicked at first, not able to breathe, but I soon grew used to the sensation.

A shiver rippled down my spine as he touched me. He was rolling my nipples in his fingers. My pussy twitched and my body tensed as he pinched and rubbed my nipples into little erect peaks.

Then he let go.

He was doing something near my head. I could hear a quiet clicking and the occasional clinking of metal on the glass top of the table.

Then silence again.

He was touching my left nipple. Pinching it.

I felt something cold and metallic touch my nipple, clamping it.

Then I screamed. The noise muffled to a groan by the ball in my mouth.

It didn't hurt too much. It was just the shock. A sudden sharp pain as a needle pierced the delicate flesh of my breast.

Then nothing. He was quiet. I could hear him breathing.

Despite the pain, or maybe because of it, I wanted him to touch me. I wanted the release from this sexual tension. I wanted him to fuck me.

But I was so pent up I could hardly breathe, let alone talk.

He was touching my other nipple. I knew what to expect. First the metal against my skin, then, 'ouch!', the prick of the needle. This time I did not scream, but just tensed and gasped.

I felt his hands on me again. He was pushing something through my nipples. I was sore, but the pain was edged with the eroticism of this silent man.

I winced again as he tugged the rings in my nipples gently. I could hear him laugh under his breath.

He moved away. He must be leaving, I thought.

But then I felt his hands around my waist. He was lifting me up and pushing a pillow under my hips, lifting my exposed pussy into the air.

What was he going to do?

I squirmed as he started to rub my pussy. running his fingers up and down my lips. I gasped with pleasure as he played with me, but through the pleasure I realised something felt different.

Then I realised. I could not feel any pussy hair as he rubbed me.

Someone had shaved me while I slept. I wondered who?

Then, just as I was about to cum, he stopped touching my pussy. I moaned and wriggled, but he was doing something by the table.

Then I tensed as he began pulling at the lips of my pussy. The metal clamp again, this time on my labia.

I tensed.

'Uuggh', came my muffled scream as the needle pierced my pussy.

Then, before I had had chance to recover the clamp was on the other side, the needle once more piercing my delicate, sensitive, swollen little pussy.

Then his warm fingers against me again. He was pushing rings through my pussy lips. I tried to scream, it hurt so much, but the gag muffled my shouts.

Then nothing. No touch. I could hear his breath but he was not moving.

The silence went on for what felt like hours, but was probably just a couple of minutes.

I felt sore, my nipples and pussy stinging. I felt humiliated, unable to stop my body being defiled. But most of all I felt an overwhelming desire to be fucked. I was charged with pent up sexual frustration.

I heard him move. Then I felt him climb on the bed between my legs.

Oh god, what now! I thought.

Then there was something warm at the entrance to my pussy.

It was his dick. It felt huge as he guided it to the entrance of my gaping wet slit.

He pushed against me. Slowly the head of his dick penetrated me. I was stretched to the limit by his giant knob as it pushed into the wet entrance of my pussy.

Then wham. With one huge thrust he rammed it into me - slamming against the neck of my womb.

'Arrgh' I screamed through the gag as his cock pushed against the rings in my labia. It felt like he was ripping them out.

He pulled his dick almost out before slamming it back into my pussy as hard as hard as he could.

Again the mixed sensation of pleasure as he penetrated me and searing pain from my pierced lips.

He banged away at me. I writhed and groaned as the orgasm began to build. Then it hit me. The most intense, pleasurable, earth shattering orgasm I had ever had. It ripped through my body like lightning, making me forget the pain searing through my pussy and leaving me a quivering wreck.

As the orgasm subsided he grunted. I felt his dick swell in me. Then the hot rush of sperm splashing against my cervix as he filled me with his cum.

He climbed off and, having packed his case, left me there, still gagged and blindfolded.

I heard the door open and someone came in.

They walked towards me then stopped.

I could hear them breathing slowly.

They moved forward.

'Ouch', they were tweaking my sore nipples, then fingering my pussy.

I felt them at my ankles; they were untying the ropes around my ankles.

I felt their hands at the back of my knees, pushing my legs in the air then I felt the bed move as they climbed on.

It was a smaller cock this time. With my legs on his shoulders he rubbed it up and down my wet, sperm filled pussy.

Then he began to rub his dick, and my juice around the rim of my arse.

Whack, he slapped my arse hard with his hand.

Whack. He hit me again.

'Ready bitch?’ he mumbled as he pushed his dick into my arse.

The cum and pussy juice dripping from me lubricated him well and he was soon sliding his dick in and out rhythmically.

Slap. He was hitting my buttocks as he fucked me.

Then he gasped. I felt him fill me with sperm.

Within a few seconds his cock was flaccid and slipped from my arse.

I heard a case open and a rummaging as he pulled out the instruments of his trade.

He pulled the cushion from under me then tied my ankles back to the bed.

What was that noise? It was a high pitched buzz, like a bee or fly.

He was stroking the mound above my pussy with his hand.

I jumped when it hit. A sudden pricking sensation right above my pussy hood.

Slap - he hit my thigh.

'Stay still bitch', he whispered.

Then it was back, the needle jabbing at my skin like a sewing machine. He started on the skin just at the top of my pussy slit and worked up, through where my pussy hair used to be.

Then, after about 20 minutes, it stopped.

I heard the case close then there was a new sound. He was breathing heavily and there was a kind of shuffling.

It was only when I felt his cum splash across my pussy and over where he had just been working that I realised that he had been wanking over me.

With one last gesture he pulled the rings on my pussy, making me wince again, then I heard him leave.

Within second the door opened again.

Someone was leaning over me over to me.

They began licking my body. Starting at my face and moving slowly down. They scampered around the bed to get at every inch of my exposed skin.

It was a fantastic feeling. They licked frantically around my breasts then gently around my sore nipple, like a lioness cleaning her cub.

They worked down my torso, licking the sperm from my stomach before moving slowly down towards my pussy.

Very gently they licked around my pussy, gingerly manipulating the piercing with their tongue. I quivered with lust as they gently probed my hole with their tongue, scooping the cum from my pussy and gulping it down. Lifting my hips gently they probed my arse, again licking and sucking until I was clean. Then as quickly as they arrived they left, scampering out and slamming the door behind them.

Then silence. For what felt like hours I was left tied to the bed, exposed and sore.

Then the door opened again and someone walked over.

There was a prick in my arm followed by a quick decent into sleep.

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This time when I woke up I felt much better, blinking a few times against the bright lights.

My arms and legs were free, so I swung off the bed and sat looking around the room.

Gingerly I looked down. It had not been a dream. My nipples were pierced, a small gold ring passed through the base of each nipple. Hanging from each ring was a little gold lizard.

Leaning forward a little I could see the new tattoo where my pussy hair used to be. It was a lizard, its tail reaching down to just above my pussy slit.

Then I remembered. Gingerly I opened my legs. There they were. Two little gold rings in my pussy lips, each side of my clit.

God I felt horny, looking down on my new decorations.

The door opened.

He walked in with a try of food.

'You must be hungry' he said.

He was right - I was starving.

He watched me as I tucked into the food.

'What time is it?' I asked as I ate.

'What does it matter?' he replied.

'I don't even know your name! What should I call you?'

'Call me Jake'.

'Ok - Jake', I said, 'If you will excuse me, I need to pee!'

I began to get up.

'No - not yet', he said, ‘I have something planned'.

'Wait here', he said leaving the room, 'and don't pee'.

He shut the door behind him.

By the time he came back I had eaten my fill, and was dying for a piss.

He was not alone.

The guy that followed him in was short, fat, balding, about 60 and dressed only in a leather dog collar. He looked like a toad.

The Boss pointed at the floor and he lay down in the middle of the room.

'Piss on him', the boss instructed and left the room.

I sat and stared at my ugly new companion.

'You serious?’ I asked. I had heard about this stuff but had always been a bit disgusted by it. How could it be fun?

The toad just looked at me.

I felt a familiar little tingle in my pussy. I was getting turned on by this!

I walked over to him.

He looked pathetic laying there as I stood over him. He just stared at my pussy. I crouched a little and let a short stream of piss flow. It splashed on his chest and neck. He gasped, his little dick springing erect. I pissed some more, directing it at his dick.

He grabbed himself and began to wank furiously. I moved up a little and let a little stream out over his face. To my surprise he opened his mouth and gulped it down. I squatted closer to his face and, holding my pussy open about 6 inches from his mouth, began to pee faster, letting my piss splash over his face, as he tried to catch it in his mouth and gulp it down.

I stood taller and let the stream play across his body before moving back to his face and letting him catch the last drops in his mouth.

I moved back and looked at him. He just lay there smiling in a pool of my piss. He had shot his load somewhere in the process and had little globs of white sperm on his stomach and chest.

Why did he just lay there?

'What a fucking mess!' I muttered under my breath as I watched a rivulet of piss work its way across the floor.

'Shall I clean it mistress?’ he asked.

I was beginning to get the idea now.

'Yes', I said as sternly as I could manage.

He rolled onto his hands and knees and began to lick up my piss. Christ, would this guy do anything!

'Faster you toad!' I shouted at him, enjoying the control I had over him.

'Yes, of course', he mumbled, licking more furiously, chasing my piss across the floor.

I walked over to the wall and selected a riding crop. 'Faster', I screamed, cracking him across the back with the whip. He smarted a little but kept licking.

Thwack, thwack. His buttocks were going red where I had hit him. Thwack, Thwack. I was hitting him as hard as I can - red wealds were appearing on his arse and back.

My pussy was getting wet at the feeling of power. I walked over to the array of toy’s and selected a thick black dildo.

I sat on the edge of the bed watching him as he drank my piss off the floor.

‘Come here’, he moved gingerly towards me. I handed him the dildo, ‘and fuck me with this’.

I lay back as he ran the tip of the dildo up and down the length of my pussy a few timed before guiding it into me. He began to move the latex toy slowly in and out of my pussy.

‘Faster!’, he increased the pace, causing me to moan with pleasure, ‘rub my clit’. He rubbed my clit with his thumb as he fucked me with the dildo. The waves of pleasure crashed over me as I built to an orgasm.

‘Harder!’, he slammed the dildo into my pussy as hard and fast as he could until I screamed, ‘fuck yes’ as a huge orgasm rocked through my body. It took me a few moments to regain my composure, but when I did I wanted to play with my little toad some more.

‘Lick my arse!’ I commanded, kneeling on the bed with my legs open. His little tongue lapped at my bud. ‘Stick your tongue in!’ I held my hole open for him and felt his tongue probe my sphincter. Jesus, I thought, would he do anything? I grabbed his head and rubbed his face into my pussy before pushing him away.

‘Kneel!’, he bent before me as I took a riding crop off the wall.

‘On all fours!’, I pushed him forward onto his hands and sat on his back.

‘Now move!’ whit a whack of the crop on his arse he began to crawl around the room, carrying me like a horse. I laughed at him, but at the same time the power over him was intoxicating. Would he let me do anything to him?

I made him stop and swung over so I was sitting on his back facing his feet. After whacking him across the back a few times I reversed the crop and, spitting on his arse, I inserted the handle into his rectum like a tail. I felt him squirm below me, but he took it.

I jumped off him. ‘Now stand facing the wall’.

He did as instructed and, with the crop still rammed in his arse, I began to spank him with my hand. He emitted little gasps of pleasure. ‘You like this?’ I whispered. He just nodded. ‘You want more?’ He nodded again.

I fetched a larger whip and cracked it across his body, leaving dark red lines across his back. I knew I was hurting him, but he seemed to be enjoying it so I carried on, hitting him harder. I was getting more turned on the more pain I inflicted and soon needed relief.

‘Lick me!’

I stood in front of him with my legs open as he frantically licked my pussy, whipping his back as he brought me to another orgasm.

'So what the fuck do you think you are doing?'

I almost jumped out of my skin. She was leaning against the closed door, staring at me.

'I ..... er .... I .... er'

It was not just the shock of her being there that caused me to stumble. I was overwhelmed by her appearance.

She was stunning. She had long blond hair held up in a pony tail, deep blue eyes and a figure to die for. About 5 11 tall she was dressed a black latex bra, latex hot pants and thigh length stiletto boots. She had a riding crop in her hand.

‘Get out!’ she shouted at the toad, kicking him as he ran out of the door.

'Come here!’ she ordered.

I did as she said, standing to attention in front of her, never questioning her authority.

She circled me a couple of times, looking me up and down as she walked.

Then standing in front of me she reached out and touched my pussy, feeling the rings, and sending a shock wave of pleasure through me. She stroked the tattoo of the lizard. 'Good work' she muttered, before running her hand up to my nipple and taking hold of one of the rings in her gloved hand.

Gently she pulled me towards her, until her face was only inched from mine. 'This is going to be fun', she smiled.

Suddenly she twisted the ring in my nipple making me scream with pain. As I blinked back the tears I could see her laughing.

She grabbed my hair and pulled me towards the frame on the wall, tapping my ankles with the crop she positioned

my feet about 3 feet apart before locking me to the frame with padded shackles around my ankles. She then lifted my arms so they were above my head, locking them in more padded shackles. She stepped back to admire her work.

I was locked in a ‘star' position on the wooden frame. She smiled a beautiful, but cold smile. Half of me was frightened at what she would do, the other half was turned on by her presence.

She walked towards me again. Grabbing a fist full of my hair she pulled my face to hers. Only inches away her blue eyes felt like they were lasers burning into my brain. She pulled my face to her and kissed me passionately, her tongue weaving its way into my mouth. We kissed for what felt like hours, our tongues entwined, my pussy aching for her, before she suddenly pulled away.

I was still reeling from the passionate kiss as she selected a gag from the array of gadgets on the wall opposite. 'We don’t want to wake the neighbours!' she said, smiling as she pushed the rubber ball into my mouth and fixed the bridle over my head. 'Do you want to fuck me?' she asked, laughing at my vigorous nodding.

She ran the tip of the riding crop down my cheek, over my neck and towards my tits. She traced a circle around my nipples before drawing the leather crop down my body until it came to rest between my legs. Gently she rubbed the leather strap against my pussy.

Drawing it away she inspected the moist end, sticky with my pussy juice. 'Horny little bitch', she muttered as she slowly licked wet tip of the crop, 'Now lets have some fun!’

She moved close again and stared right into my eyes. 'I am going to show you the pleasure of pain. Are you ready to submit?' I nodded slowly as she put her hand between my legs and touched my pussy gently.

'Good', she said, grabbing one of the rings and pulling gently until I winced in pain, 'Then I will begin'.

She picked up a roll of leather tied with a piece of ribbon. She slowly untied the bow in front of my eyes and then let the roll fall open. It contained a neat row of long thin acupuncture needles.

Slowly she withdrew one and held it up to my face.

She smiled. I must have looked terrified. I had not recovered from the effect of the piercing and the thought of more needles scared me shitless. But at the same time I could feel my pussy tingle with anticipation.

Gently she took hold of a pinch of skin next to my nipple and ran the needle across it. I started goggle eyed as she gently pressed the tip against my skin.

There was a sharp pricking sensation that made my eyes water as the tip of the needle slipped gently into my body. I was horrified but could not stop watching as it passed through the skin she held. A slight bulge appeared as it pushed its way against the other side of the skin she held then another sharp pricking sensation as it finally exited at the side, a little drop of blood forming as it did.

'Hmm, she said, touching the blood with her gloved finger, transferring the little crimson drop onto her tongue, leaving it there for a few seconds before drawing it into her mouth, savouring the taste.

I almost fainted with the emotions I felt. The needle hurt, but not so much as to be unbearable, but this woman was driving me wild. I wanted to break free and fuck her and be fucked by her. I felt that even the faintest touch of my pussy would make me cum, but I knew she would not deliver me relief that quickly.

She took out another needle and inserted it through my other breast. Again the pain was accompanied by an increase in desire. She continued until I had four needles in each breast and could hardly support my weight in my legs, I was just hanging by my arms.

'You are making me hot, bitch', she said, pulling the dildo stool over so that it was just a few feet in front of me.

She unzipped her hot pants and, with her back to me, slid them down over her boots. As he bent down I had a great view of her perfect arse, swollen pussy visible between her cheeks.

She turned to face me, standing with her legs slightly apart. I was staring straight at her pussy. She was clean shaven and had the exact same lizard tattoo starting just above her slit.

'Bet you would like to lick me?’

I nodded vigorously.

'Tough shit!' she laughed and began to stroke her pussy.

She moved behind the stool and took the phallus in her hands. It was a huge black dildo moulded into the seat. She spat on its tip and used her fingers to moisten the first inch or so. Then she climbed onto the stool and squatted over the plastic cock.

'Bet you would like some of this!'

She started straight at me as she opened her pussy with one gloved hand and slowly sank onto the dildo. I was transfixed, watching the tip of the dildo stretch her pussy open before disappearing inside her body. Slowly she sank onto the stool, the dildo filling her as she sat. She put her feet on the bars at the side of the stool and began to ride the dildo, staring at me staring at her as she did. Gradually she increased the rhythm, massaging her clit as he rammed down on the dildo. Then she tensed, finally closing her eyes as she reached orgasm.

She sat there silent with her eyes closed for a few minutes.

I was left writhing against the frame, trying to get some contact with my pussy, even the gentlest nudge would have made me cum, but I was unable to fulfil my desire.

She was staring at me again. Slowly she lifted herself off the stool and walked towards me, her pussy still gaping from the effect of the huge dildo.

Without saying a word she released my hands and feet and let me fall to the floor. I was lying on my side until she placed her booted foot on my hip and gently pushed me onto my back.

I could have moved, but I did not. She was hurting me, and I knew there was more to come, but I wanted it, I wanted her.

I watched as she lit the candle. I knew what was coming and closed my eyes in anticipation of the first scalding drop of wax. It hit me just below my left breast, causing me to gasp in pain. Then in rapid succession she traced a line between my tits and down to my new tattoo with the hot wax.

Then she stopped and I felt her hand on my thigh, pushing my legs apart. I could feel the warmth of the candle on my inner thighs before I felt it touch my pussy. With the candle still lit she slowly pushed it into my sopping hole, moving the flame closer and closer to my pussy until I could feel the heat on my clit.

When I finally dared open my eyes she had her head between my legs. The candle was embedded into me with just the last inch protruding , the flame moving closer and closer to my pussy. She smiled at me as I watched the flame work its way along the candle, the hot wax dripping to the floor and splashing my legs.

The flame burnt closer and closer to my pussy. I could feel the heat growing, as it came ever closer. The pain became more intense as the flame was only a few millimetres from burning my clit. I began to sob as the pain became too much to bear.

Then, just when I thought I could take no more she opened her mouth and enveloped the burning candle and my pussy with her red lips. The flame extinguished in her mouth and, pushing the end of the candle further into me with her tongue she licked my clit. Within seconds I began to cum, wave after wave of orgasm rushing through me at her touch. The needles through my breasts stung as my body arched, but I could not stop, the relief after the pain was mind blowing.

Finally she moved away, her smiling lips wet with my juice.

Gently she removed the candle, then the needles, finally taking the gag off my mouth, kissing me passionately, allowing me to taste myself on her.

At last she spoke.

'Kneel!’ she instructed. I tried to move but felt too weak.

'Kneel, bitch!' she shouted, pulling me up by the hair.

How could she be so tender one minute and so rough the next? Was this what control was all about.

I knelt before her, my head level with her pussy, so close I could feel the warmth from it and almost taste her scent.

The hot stream caught me by surprise. I tried to move away but she had hold of my hair. It was a few seconds before I realised she had pissed on me. I looked up at her face, she was laughing.

'Do you like piss?' she asked.

I just stayed motionless.

She held my hair with one hand and used the other to hold open the top of her pussy.

As I watched she diverted another spurt of piss over my tits, stinging a little where it touched the needle wounds.

A stream of hot piss trickled over my pussy, making me shiver. I slid my hand over my pussy and began to massage her piss.

'Open your mouth!' she ordered.

Instinctively I obeyed, and was rewarded with a stream of pee in my mouth. It was a pungent taste, musty with a bitter aftertaste. I should have been disgusted, but the taste of her hot urine turned me on. She pulled my head back and began to let out a constant stream of hot yellow pee. I let it play into my mouth and spill over my chin. The stream ran down between my breasts and over my hand as I frantically rubbed my pussy and clit.

Within seconds I came again, screaming with joy as the intense orgasm ripped through me. She was still pissing over me and I swallowed down some of her hot pee as the convulsions of the orgasm ripped through my body.

Finally, as the last spurts of piss splashed over my face she let go of my hair, leaving me to collapse in a heap in the puddle of piss that had formed.

I'm not sure how long I lay there exhausted , it may have been minutes but could have been hours. Through the haze of mental and physical exhaustion I remember her stroking my hair gently, before leaving she lowered her head to my ear and said, ‘Join us, don’t say no’, before standing and walking out through the door.