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 Bikini Brothel Part 4


	Greg Groundstroke woke up with an ache all over his body.  The
construction foreman had spent many a morning trying to recollect how
wasted he must of been the night befoe.  He felt something was
different when he realized he was completly nude,  even down to his
underwear.  He also didn't think it was normal for his hands and feet
to be bound and be lying vertical.  The final clue that maybe he
hadn't passed out was the stunning blonde woman standing in front of
him who was wearing a black bikini and a studded collar.

	Greg's memories came flooding back.  He was working in his
office, a pretty girl came in and she tried to bribe him with sex.
She wanted him to use his workmen and supplies to fix up her house.
He remembered telling her he couldn't even consider it and there his
mind was a blank.

	He looked around and saw he was underground in a basement.
The walls were very clean and painted a dull grey.  There were an
assortment of whipping posts and stockades littered around the room.
As his vision cleared,  he saw that the blonde woman had several black
streaks in her hair.  She was also wearing five inch heels that looked
impossible to wear,  much less walk in.  She was watching him with
contempt as she opened a box of butt-plugs.  He tightened his ass
automatically.

	A door opened and two ladies came walking down the stairs.
One of them was an intellegent looking girl in a black bikini and
glasses.  She was carrying several stacks of papers, which she tried
to use to cover her bust but she was too well endowed.  It was like
hiding a zepplin with a pillow case.  She looked at him breifly,  her
eyes spending a little bit of time on his manhood.  She looked away
with a blush when his manhood stirred underneath her attention.

	The next woman he knew all too well.  She was the curvaceous
bimbo with the bleached blond hair who thought sex could be traded for
a couple of thousand dollars in materials and labor.  Her name was
Michelle, he remembered.  He also remembered her 38DD chest that was
surging through the sheer pink material she had for a bikini.  She was
just as smug as he remembered her.  But then,  who could blame her for
being smug when it only took one tazer shock to have him nude and at
her mercy.

	He started out bold, "Young lady," he called. "You are going
to get in serious trouble for this,  kidnapping is a federal offense
and MUMUM"

	His words were put to an end as the large blonde woman placed
a ball gag over his mouth.  She snapped it tight on the back of his
head and tightened the straps.  A wave of helplessness overcame him
and if Michelle had asked right then,  Greg would of given anything to
be free.

	However Michelle was not aware of greg's vulnerbility right
now, she was too busy sneaking peeks down Abigal's bikini top.
Michelle was only half listening to Abigal explain how they could
legally use the foreman.  Michelle was more interested in how they
could immorally use him.

	"As you can easily read,"  Abigal began, "this contract
clearly states that the signer agrees to perform all services listed
here for free.  I've already listed what reconstruction the house
needs and included a clause for anything else we can think of."

	Michelle looked at the contract, Abigal's words sinking into
her head like hairspray.  "Wow," she exclaimed.  "Where did you get
this from,  it's perfect for bribing men with."

	"Easy, " Abigal answered, "Your grandmother has about fifty of
these, it's how she used to pay our utility bills."

	Michelle once again marvelled at how her Grandmother had
thought of everything.  Well, to be honest Grandma Rose hadn't given a
thought to the old floral uniforms the girls used to wear.  And
apparently she never once though about raising prices out into the
twentith century.  And come to think of it she hadn't even worked out
a plan to get any money at all but she sure knew how to pay her bills.

	Michelle reached a hand up and gripped Greg's helpless cock.
She smiled and said "You see Mr. Foreman sir,  just nod your head yes,
sign the papers, and you can go on your way. It's that easy, and of
course you get some young brothel ass to go with it."  She stroked his
cock a few times to puncuate her sentence and was dissappointed when
he shook his head no.

	She let go of his cock and pulled a pubic hair in one swift
motion.  His bouncing body brought a bigger smile to her face.

	"Fine then, " she warned, "Let's see how long you last when
Helga starts using some of her dungeon stuff."

	With that last jibe,  Michelle turned and ushered Abigail up
the stairs on account that this would affect Abigail's delicate
senses.  Abigal set the contract that he had to sign on a bench and
left.  Helga locked the door behind behind and returned to his side.
Michelle sat down across from him and opened a can of soda and watched
the show. His fear began to escalate when Helga picked up a large red
paddle.  The blonde vixen grabbed it by the leather grip and rubbed
it's raised texture on his bare buttocks.  He grabbed the rope that
held him and clenched his cheeks.  She continued to rub the paddle
against his ass and he became more familiar with the surface that
would soon be impacting his backdoor.

	Helga swung back....and when she wouldn't swing at him,  Greg
nearly came to tears as he waited for the expected blow.  Then he felt
the paddle touch him gently and he knew he was in for another round of
torment.  To his suprise,  the paddle then struck him with a fury.  He
cried out and even through the gag he could be heard.

	"Oh my goodness, are you ok?" his evil tormentress asked while
she hugged his waist.

	Greg looked down at her in suprise.  Michelle was choking on
her soda and before she could clear her throat enough to question
Helga,  the black clad Mistress had regained her composure.  Helga
stood beside Greg and lightly touched his ass with the paddle.  She
then walked away and put the paddle down for a long whip.  Michelle
smiled at Greg, confident he was going to get his due.

	Helga uncoiled the whip and let it slide over her tanned legs.
She rose the whip up and let it snake around her body.  Greg became
aroused by her sensual motions while at the same time becoming
terrified at the thought of her using it on him.  His fears became
sheer terror as she brought the whip over her head, placed her foot
towards him, and let fly with fifteen feet of leather.  She totally
missed him and managed to loose a lock of her dyed hair as well as
clip her ear.  The scream Helga let out startled Greg and Michelle to
the point that they were able not to laugh at her.

	Helga dropped the whip and stomped over to her toy table,  her
eyes daring Michelle to comment.  She selected small black pouch and
walked over to Greg,  confidence flashing on her face.  She gripped
his cock and stroked it a few times to harden it.  Then she strapped
the bag over his cock and over his balls,  fastening him down
securely.  She stepped back to admire her handywork and frowned.

	Michelle got up to take a look and was wondering why the cock
was squeezed into a little bag while the balls were just hanging
there,  peeking out of a large hole.  Michelle was about to comment
when Helga swore and tore the upside down cockbag off and threw it
across the room.  Greg's construction muscle was limp and small from
the treatment.  Michelle felt a moment of pity and waited for Helga to
go back to her toy table.  While Helga was selecting a new toy of
pain,  Michelle wrapped her ruby lipstick lips around Greg's handytool
and sucked softly.  Her mouth left him as soon as he hardened and Greg
was considering that this was the nicest time he had ever had while
tied up.

	Helga was holding a purple metal rod.  She returned to Greg
and pushed Michelle away from her submissive victim.  Greg bit down on
his ballgag to ease whatever pain was to come.  Michelle was going to
say something to Helga but that push had pissed her off.

	"This is known as a Violet wand," Helga held the toy up to
Greg, "it can deliver an electric charge that can be
stimulatating...or unbearable." 

	Greg responded with a murmur.

	Helga touched the tip against his balls,  noting his cock sink
with anticipated fear.  She flipped the switch,  jerked around as the
wand buzzed and then passed out.

	Michelle kicked the buzzing sextoy away.  "I thought she was
holding it at the wrong end."

	Greg made head motions for Michelle and she took his gag off.
Greg opened and closed his jaw to exercise it and frowned when he saw
Michelle had the contract papers ready for him.  Michelle's face made
a scowl and reached for a paddle when Greg decided to try something.  

	"You know it's been a fantasy of mine to be tied up like
this." he lied.

	"Oh really?" perked Michelle.  "I knew we could seduce you
eventually."

	Greg realized this would never work but tried anyway.  "After
being umm dominated,  the two gorgeous women let me down and we all
have sex."

	Michelle said "Cool" and started releasing him.  As a shocked
Greg stepped down from his restraints,  Michelle began waking up
Helga.  Helga stirred from and blushed several shades as she looked up
at Michelle.  

	"Helga, how many times have you done this actually?" asked
Michelle.

	"This was my first time." answered Helga quietly.  "I was an
out of work biker chick who crashed my bike near the brothel.  When I
went to the house to ask for help,  your grandmother thought I was a
girl scout leader and hired me on the spot.  I was too glad to get a
job to argue with her."

	"How come no one ever found out?"

	"Easy, guys took one look at me,  kissed up a little and would
then go upstairs with someone else.  This is the first time someone
has come downstairs." 

	"If it's all the same to you two," spoke Greg, "I promise not
to tell anyone."

	Michelle said "You know what I always do after an embarrassing
situation?  Have sex, it's great for those awkard moments."

	Greg agreed because he was already nude and it's best for
kidnap victims not to argue.  Helga agreed because she was hoping that
sex might wipe out Michelle's memory of her real nature.  Michelle
agreed to herself because she was very horny and hadn't had sex in at
least four hours.  It also had something to do with the video camera
she had running in the corner.  She figured that even though Greg
wasn't going to be barking like a dog,  she could still use a tape of
him in a threesome as blackmail.

	Michelle led Greg by his cock and brought him to the waterbed.
Helga swept the chains off the bed and climbed in with them.  Greg
pulled Michelle's flimsy excuse for a bikini top off and aimed his
mouth for her tanned silver dollar size nipples.  The silicon moved
underneath his tongue as he flicked her ever stiff nipples.  Greg
pushed Michelle down to her back and parted her legs with his thighs.
Well, he thought he was parting Michelle's legs but in fact Michelle's
legs pretty much part on their own.

      At this moment,  a black clad shadowy firgure stepped through
the basement window and hid behind a group of boxes.  You could tell
she was female by her bosom which ruined any chance of her being
discreet. Her sparkling asian eyes peeked from her mask while her
gorgeous black hair fell around her shoulders, oblivious to any common
sense regarding hair buns on Ninjas.  She cursed as she saw that her
target was at the bottom of a squirming pile.  A razor sharp metal
pointy thing was in her hand, ready for the first clean shot on the
yound brothel madam.  However,  since she was here, she might as well
masturbate while she waited.  She slipped a gloved hand into her
tights and began fingering her slit in the darkness.

	Helga was behind Greg, gripping his firm buttocks with her
blood red fingernails.  His granite ass resisted her hardest squueze
and she moaned with approval.  Helga wrapped her hands around his
muscular thews and kissed the bottom of his back.  Her spiked collar
pricked him and Greg began squirming under the needle points on his
back.  Michelle reacted to his squirming by wrapping her arms around
his head and burying him into her silicone quicksand chest.

	Greg fell on top of Michelle,  Helga right on top of him.
Michelle reached under her with uncanny precision and hand fed his
cock into her pussy.  His thick manhood was sucked in with expert
internal mucsles and gripped with Michelle's pent-up four hour
frustration.  Helga climbed up on his back and straddled him facing
his ass.  She tore her shiny black bikini bottom off and rubbed her
moist secret place on his bare skin.  She slapped Greg's ass with an
appreciative spank and was rewarded with Michelle's groans as Greg's
cock was driven deeper by her spank.  Helga's spanks also served to
cover the Ninja's moans as she came to orgasm in the corner.

	Helga was turned on by her first intercourse spanking so she
continued.  She slapped Greg's admirable ass with her barehand one
blow after another.  She used her other hand to masturbate herself,
her dominatrix juices flowing onto his ass.  Greg burst free from
Michelle's deathtrap tits and cried out into Michelle's face.  Greg's
cock pounded deeper into Michelle,  each spank sending his balls
slapping into Michelle's wet sex and each spank sending a special
spark of motion into Michelle's deepest regions.  Michelle orgasmed
with a mighty buckling that threw both Greg and Helga off of her.  The
tired brothel madam then fingered herself to eight more orgasms.

	The assasin in the corner saw her chance but was so close to
orgasm herlsef.  She rubbed herself faster,  the sight of the orhy
speeding her into another orgasm.  When her eyes uncrossed and her
blood stopped pounding in her ear,  Greg was blocking her shot so she
waited some.  She also took the oppurtunity rub her nipples since she
couldn't kill her just yet.

	Greg stood up,  his cock burning with need and his ass burning
with spanks.  Helga had hit her head on a wooden stockade when
Michelle had thrown her off. Trying to clear her head,  she was
unprepared for Greg grabbing a spare set of handcuffs and cuffing her
wrists behind her back.  Greg tossed her face down on the bed and
seprated her unresisting legs.  He was about to pump his throbbing
handytool into her pussy when he decided he wanted to do a little ass
spanking of his own.

	He needed to use lubrication but figured that Michelle's
coating of secret sauce would do.  In any other situation,
unlubricating would cause abrasions, screaming, and a wilting of
sexual energy but luckily Michelle hadn't had it in four hours and was
wet enough to lubricate a diesel engine.  He opened her ass with his
thumbs and placed his cock at her hole.  Helga was immediatly aware of
what was about to happen and let loose a mighty scream of protest.
Michelle,  stirred from her afterglow and decided to watch this new
development.
 
	Greg's cock sunk deeper into Helga's ass, each inch awakening
her sense's towards her vulnerable place.  She felt her whole body was
now centered on Greg's cock going deeper inside her.  She reached out
and grabbed a weapon that was lying on the bed and began flailing his
thighs with it.  Unfortunatly, it was the Nerf paddle she had grabbed
and it was only serving to turn Greg on more.  Greg began pumping her
ass harder,  each motion sending shockwaves from within her. 

	Michelle rose and straddled Helga's back, her sex leaving a
wet slick behind her.   Her knees to either side of Helga and her
hands pushing down with too much pressure on the blond woman's already
tortured ass,  Michelle flicked her tongue out at Greg's nipples.
Michelle's eyes looked up at Greg while her tongue teased and coaxed
his nipples.  

	The shadowy Ninja saw her chance,  pulling her hand out of her
tights, she gripped the shiny shuriken and aimed carefully.  Still
breathing hard from her orgasms,  she let go with a perfect toss.
Sadly,  the shuriken was unbalanced by her slippery juices on the
blade,  and it sunk harmlessly in the bedpost.  Helga looked up and
saw the quivering metal but was prevented from saying anything when
Greg increased his furious pumping into her ass.

	Greg felt his cock throbbing and decided to pull out.  One
thing Greg learned from porn movies,  women love to be cum on.  Greg
wasn't sure why, but who was he to argue?  He pulled his flesh hammer
out and drilled his fluid onto Helga's ass and Michelle's chest.  Then
realizing where his cock had been,  Greg went off to search for a
waterpick.

	Helga tried crawling away but Michelle stopped her by grabbing
the victimized dominatrix's hair.  Michelle untied Helga's top to
reveal her pirced nipples, stiff and ready despite the abuse she has
survived.  Michelle pushed her onto her back and selected a large
paddle that may have once been a tennis racket.  Michelle smiled
wickedly.

	"Helga, open wide" she cooed.  She also looped a finger around
a nipple ring and tugged in order to get her attention.

	Helga cried out in pain and pure sexual frustration as she
spread her legs out for Michelle.  Her tormentress tossed the paddle
in the air, grabbed it by it's business end and slide the handle into
Helga.  The handle dissappeared within her and her back arched as the
first of sixteen orgasms racked her body.  Michelle held onto her by
twisting the nipple ring,  keeping her from moving too far away with
her bed shaking pleasure.  Meanwhile the Ninja was totally pissed
(although also totally satisfied) that she had used her one shuriken
so she sneaked back out the window.

	Greg came back, his cock soaking in a pitcher of water.  He
was trying not to think of the health complications he might go
through. That's when Michelle decided to blackmail him.

	"Well now," Michelle began, " you see that camera over there
Mr Foreman?  It recorded the whole thing so now I guess you'll help us
in order to keep your reputation intact."  Michelle beamed as the trap
closed in on him.

	"This camera?" he asked.  Greg walked over to it, popped the
tape out and stepped on it.  The loud cracking noise dashing
Michelle's hopes.

	Years later,  when Michelle's life story becomes a TV-movie
for Fox,  thousands of teachers, housewives, snobbish schoolgirls and
other blackmail sex slaves will kick their tattoed butts for not
thinking of that one themselves.

	Michelle jumped up,  forgetting Helga's nipple ring was still
around her finger.  Helga followed on her knees,  her tit leading the
way.

	"Now what will I do?" whined Michelle who thought crying was
her only option left.

	"You don't need a whole construction crew" Greg said.  "All
you really need is some paint and a little cleaning up.  Since my guys
are being paid while we wait for Mr Yugokumach to buy this place,
I'll let them help you paint." 

	Michelle cheered and thankfully Helga managed to slip her
nipple ring off before Michelle started clapping.  While Greg started
to get dressed so he could wash in some turpentine,  Michelle ran
upstairs in the nude to tell the others what they were going to do.

	She found the girls rooting through Grandma Rose's belongings.
The girls were throwing away useless stuff while fighting over the
valubles which consisted of multi-speed vibrators and posters of Sean
Connery.

	"What's that you're throwing away?" asked Michelle.

	Michelle' best freind and favorite oral sex partner examined
the papers in her hand before answering.  "Just some stock in some
company called Microsoft."

	All the girls laughed at such a name.  

	"Sounds like my History teacher's dick" giggled Heather as she
disposed of the stock papers.
  
      "Is the foreman guy going to let us use his company to fix up
the place?" asked Cindy.  Cindy's mind was unusually on track because
she had discovered most of her favorite toys had been hiding in
Grandma Rose's room.  All the stress that came with thinking that her
toys were disintegrated from her repeated usage had finally left her
troubled soul.

      "Everythings's ok with that.  He's going to lend us some paint
and his guys will work on it till we loose the mortgage to Mr.
Yugokumach.

	"Wow," answered Abagail. "That's a cool Duex es Machina"

	Luckily for Abagail none of the girls knew what she said,
besides everyone's attention was drawn to Michelle pulling out a photo
from the pile of Grandma Rose's underwear.

	"Hey wait a minute, is this who I think it is?" asked a
stunned Michelle pulling out a photo.

	The gals gather around to see the autographed photo of a blond
twenty-five year old man dressed as a teenager.  He had a smirk that
came from too many 80's movies and his hair was more meticulious than
even Michelle's.  They reconized him from a popular television show
aimed at twelve year olds which meant the girls still watched the show
everyday twice a day in syndication.

	"Holy shit!" exclaimed Heather, "It even has a phone number
scribbled in."

	"This is perfect,"  Michelle said.  "We can call this number
and see if he's willing to come to our grand opening.  Men love
celebrities and this is just the extra pull we need to bring people
in.

      Abigail was doubtful. "Why would guys care if we have a
gourgeous blonde television star?  Wouldn't they rather see one of the
bimbos that was on the show?"

	"Shut the fuck up Abagail!  I want this guy at my brothel and
you can't talk me out of it!" replied Michelle.

	"In fact, I'm going to call him right now,  I have a feeling
this is going to be the best brothel opening ever!"


Continued in Bikini Brothel 5

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