Message-ID: <3298eli$9708241040@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3298.txt> From: anakha@clara.net (anakha) Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - Linda's Epic Adventures in Life (12/14) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <5toseu$buk$16@eros.clara.net> ***************************************************************************** Hi, I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to repost the stuff I have. There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups. The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still apply. (Also there is nothing that I can see from the original post which says I can't repost this story. If you are the author and you do NOT want it reposted then I suggest you let me, & everyone else, know). I hope you enjoy whatever I do post. One last thing. Someone asked me recently if I was going to put some of my stories on my web page for people to download. I am undecided about this so would appreciate feedback on wether this is a good idea. Bye for now. Anakha http://home.clara.net/anakha/index.html ****************************************************************************** Part 2 - Chapter 5 A visit to Mistress Marla's *Castle* and elsewhere Paul sat in the dark corner booth in the back of the Lounge and watched Linda's husband and his friends over in the seats at the bar...one of which was his favourite seat when Linda was dancing. As he surveyed the scene and took note of the burly construction types with Johnny, he saw the dark haired statuesque woman in the black leather outfit come out of the dancers' dressing room. She walked briskly across the back of the Lounge room and approached Paul's booth purposefully. "Hi, Paul! I'm Marla. Linda tells me that you and I have a `mutual interest' in her." "Oh? While you're sitting down, how about explaining that?" "I have a better idea, Paul. How about you and I taking a walk outside and a short ride so I can show you some things I think you might be interested in --- just show, Paul --- JUST SHOW!!!" "What do you have in mind, Marla. I'd sort of like to stay here and watch Linda dance." "We can do that later, Paul. I promised Linda I'd drive you over to my place and show you something she and I own together." "Such as?" "I don't want to talk about it here Paul --- drink up and let's go --- I told Linda we'd be back in an hour or two --- by then the `little, smug asshole' and his rowdy buddies will be gone. I hope!" Marla said, tilting her head toward the bar and Johnny and his friends. Downing his J&B on the rocks and leaving a five on the table, Paul got up and followed Marla from the back of the Lounge out through the front door. Marla turned toward him when they were outside and extended her right hand, saying, "I'm MISTRESS MARLA, Paul --- MASTER PAUL --- and it appears that Linda --- SLAVE LINDA --- is our shared `charge' and mutual `plaything'." Paul looked into her cold, calculating face and deep and even colder cat green eyes, --- and then he smiled and said, "Well I'll be damned! So Linda has a MISTRESS, does she?" "Uh, Huh --- a DAMN GOOD ONE, Paul --- MASTER PAUL! Let's take your car, shall we? We're going to my place." They walked over to the Lincoln Town Car, parked in the back of the lot, where Paul opened the door for Marla and she got in and smiled up at him as he closed the door. After he got into the car, started it and had driven out of the shopping center parking lot, Marla said "Linda is really thunder- struck by you, MASTER PAUL. She's thinking about little else but you lately --- big, mean, Master!" "Yah, I kinda gathered that was the case, Marla --- MISTRESS MARLA! And I also have a feeling that hubby has gotten the message somehow, also?" "You're right; he has! Linda generally tells him everything, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER --- almost always. He's good at getting it out of her, Paul." "Mind telling me *how* and *why*?" "No, not at all. She either tells him or when he finds out by himself, those guys who were with him tonight take Linda down- stairs in their basement and strap her into what Johnny refers to as `Linda's fucking machine', after which they take turns ass and cunt fucking her while she sucks another one of them off. Johnny watches. I have a key to their house. After we get done at my place we'll take a drive over to their house and I'll show you it and explain how it works. Before they strap her into the 'ma- chine', Johnny always makes her dance for them and strip naked in preparation for the machine. That sometimes can go on for and hour before they get around to `saddling up'. Linda says she hates it because it's so demeaning and they're so rough with her --- but I think otherwise, Paul." Paul sat there behind the wheel and mulled over what Marla had just told him. He had suspected that Johnny was a little, shall we say, 'unusual', but the son of a bitch was turning out to be a 14 karat shit! "Fucking Machine, eh?" Paul thought to himself. "I wonder how often that happens to her?" he said out loud. "Not very often, Paul --- she really does HATE it --- the whole sick scene --- but only because it's in their home and because Tammara is almost always there when they take `mommy' to the basement and lock the basement door. Tammara can hear them in the basement but she can't see what they are doing. She asks Linda lots of questions about it, though --- later." "That's SICK, Marla!" "Uh, Huh --- I agree --- but that's the price Linda's going to pay for messing with you every time Johnny catches her at it and she hasn't told him about it." "Has she told him yet?" "Nope!" "Think she will?" "Nope!" "Think he'll find out?" "Yup! He suspects something NOW! But he's not sure. He brought those rowdy sons a bitches with him tonight to the Lounge to remind her a bit. She's a wreck. Especially since she saw you in there when they came in. I agreed to get you out of there so she wouldn't be tempted to dance in any special way like she's been doing for you lately." "You know about THAT, Marla? How?" "I was in the Lounge one night when you two were `going at it' hot and heavy and saw the, shall we say, 'attraction' between you. I can't say that I either approve or disapprove. Right now I'm a little jealous about it all." "I don't think I even have to comment on that `jealous' thing, do I, Marla?" "Nope! But I'm going to fix that, TONIGHT, so we are sort of partners instead of competitors, MASTER PAUL (with emphasis). That way, I can cover for her all the time because Johnny ap- proves of ME and she can always say she's at my place. He knows she has to have what she has to have. He just wants only certain types giving it to her. You don't qualify, Paul. Not in Johnny's book you don't!" "Why's that?" "You're male, pal. No male messes with her without permission --- except the Lounge Crowd --- and then only because Johnny has aspirations of becoming a Mafioso type --- that and the fact that he's scared shitless of them. He'll let that ride. But you? NO WAY, JOSE!!! If he finds out, she'll spend the night in the basement getting screwed half to death while he watches. Over and over again. And she knows its coming if she gets caught with you." "Well I'll be Goddamned! No wonder she's been so damn skittish and half in a panic. She NEVER told ME!!!" "No, and she probably still won't --- that's why you and I are going for this ride --- so you know the `score' and play it `safe' for her sake." "`Safe' meaning I quit seeing her and `playing with her', Marla?" "No way --- MASTER Paul!!!! No fucking way! She made her choice the first time she saw you in that crummy Lounge. She just wants you to understand the score and not take stupid chances that will get her half fucked to death again." "It's happened before, I take it?" "Yup, a few times. Not many, but a few. She got it because of me." "I thought you said he didn't mind WOMEN messing with her?" "He doesn't --- as long as she tells him before she does it --- she forgot that little detail in my case --- and got worked over for two nights and a day. They started on her at 3AM on a Satur- day morning and kept it up until 8AM Sunday Morning. Then Johnny made her take Tammara to church down the street at 10AM." "Real cute --- real damn cute! The guy must be a real son of bitch, Marla." "He is THAT --- but he loves her in his own way." "What's Linda got to say about all this?" "Not much --- Johnny has pulled her out of some real jams --- she loves him in a weird sort of way --- but she gets really sick of his grab ass tactics and all of his crooked dealing and stuff --- on top of the basement sessions." "I take it she's a `sex object' or `show piece' for him with his friends and that he's into some illegal stuff?" "Uh, huh --- he runs drugs --- little shit --- and he steals quite a bit. And, DEFINITELY, Johnny `shows Linda off' to all his buddies. He calls her `his own private, toothless, dancing whore' in front of them. She hates *that* most of all --- espe- cially when he starts grabbing her ass, petting her crotch or squeezing her tits in front of them." "Hummmmmm, I see --- has she got any way of getting out of all that shit, Marla?" "Yup --- she sure does! You're looking at half of her *out* and the other half you look at every morning in the mirror!" "I somehow was afraid that was what you were going to say. Why me and why you?" "First, Linda can `get her rocks off' playing with you and me. She doesn't have to `go hunting' any more or run away from home. Second, she thinks she just might be able to get out of the Lounge and get an honest job if she tries, though I doubt that like hell. She can't type, can't take shorthand and she doesn't have a high school diploma. Getting a *good* job will be damn tough for her to do, given that set of problems. And, third, she thinks that because you are, shall we say `well to do', you might be able to help her by giving her advice, perhaps loaning her a few bucks and helping her get a *good* job." Paul sat and let the words run around in his head for a while. "Had again!" he thought. Before he could say it --- though he probably wasn't going to say it to Marla, Marla said: "Those are my words and my analyses, Paul. Linda won't tell you any of that and won't ask you. But I think I know her well enough to know what she's hoping for from you. If you can't deliver on points two and three she's still going to take point one and enjoy it for all it's worth --- which, in her case, is a lot --- a real bunch." "Hummmmmm, and if I don't come across with points two and three I'm no better than her Goddamn husband --- RIGHT, Marla?" "You said it, pal. I didn't! And Linda will never say it --- but she may, eventually, think it!" "Thanks --- I needed that! A whole bunch, Marla." "Yah, well need or not, you got it --- turn here and pull in the drive next to the big stone house with the turrets --- drive all the way back to the attached garage --- I've got the garage door opener in my purse." Paul did as she said, noting that these were old, turn-of-the- century houses in a special part of town, which was pretty run down but on the agenda of a few civic organizations and the city to become a classic "remodeling and restoration" area for "his- torical homes". As he drove the Lincoln up into the drive and toward the garage he marveled at the pure size and masonry work of `Marla's House'. "This your place, Marla?" he asked. "Yup. Me and the damn bank. Like it?" "I love it! It has class and character!" Laughing, Marla pulled the garage door opener out of her purse and hit the button while saying, "That ain't all you're going to *love* about this place, *M-A-S-T-E-R PAUL*! The inside of my `castle' every bit lives up to the promises it makes on the outside. IF YOU ARE AN INQUISITOR OR A WILLING PROSPECTIVE VICTIM OF THE INQUISITION --- A TRUE SLAVE --- ESPECIALLY A FEMALE SLAVE!" Paul let that ride as the car rolled into the garage and he braked to a stop. The garage door closed behind them with a soft thud. Marla got out of the car and started to walk around to his side as he shut off the engine, put the car in park and set the brake. She opened the door and bowed at the waist, saying: "WELCOME --- MASTER PAUL --- TO MISTRESS MARLA'S CASTLE OF TOR- TURE AND PAIN --- THE BEST KEPT SECRET IN TOWN AMONG SUBMISSIVES! You are the FIRST MALE --- MASTER --- to enter this gray stone container of screams and moans --- follow me!" Marla walked over to a long sloping ramp leading into what seemed to be the basement of the house. A ramp that had an I-Beam trolley above it from the garage down into the basement. A beam system that ended about at the back door of Paul's Lincoln. He followed her down the ramp to a huge wooden door that was swing- ing open, seemingly all on it's own. As they walked through the open door a second door a few feet ahead began to open as the one behind swung shut with a very final `thump'. As the second door moved sideways, sliding on apparent rollers, Paul heard a faint, quivering voice begin begging plaintively: "Oh, please MISTRESS --- PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!! It hurts SSSSO- OOO MMMUUUCCCHHH!!!! PPPPPLLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE!!!!" As Paul's eyes became accustomed to the glowing infrared-like light he saw a white X-shaped form in the middle of the room --- the source of the pleas --- quivering in mid-air. There, before his adjusting eyes, hung a well built, sweating, blonde haired woman --- an obvious *victim* of Mistress Marla's attentions, suspended from block-like objects that enclosed her wrists and hands. She was spread hugely open by similar block-like objects that encased her feet and ankles. From the nipple on each breast a wire angled upward over a two small pulleys and then downward to what looked like small and numerous weights attached to the end of the wire. A huge shaft of some sort angled up from the floor and into the split cheeks of the pleading blonde slave's behind where it was obviously buried in her rectum to the hilt and held her somewhat back so she was impaled and stretching against the shaft in a forward direction. The nipple wires had a similar effect, but in the opposite direction --- forward. Marla strode forward to the tortured blonde and slipped a black leather gloved hand into her spread, empty, and wet pussy --- wet, Paul could see, from the faint red beads of light around it. "You may *hurt*, bitch --- but you are also enjoying it --- AREN'T YOU --- SLAVE WHORE? AREN'T YOU? BITCH!" The quivering voice gasped "yyyyeeeessss, MISTRESS --- I LOVE it! I LOVE YOU, MISTRESS!" As his eyes became still more accustomed to the glowing red light, Paul saw the red stripes all over the body and limbs of the quivering blonde slave stretched and impaled and sweating before his eyes. Her thighs and belly and breasts were particu- larly and heavily striped. As Paul strode around the suspended, spread and impaled beauty --- and she was *that* a *real beauty* --- he saw that her head back position was caused by a strong black strap running from a large ring into which her long hair had been braided downward to encircle the shaft that split her ass cheeks and back up to attach to the ring in her hair. The blonde shivered and moaned loudly as Marla continued to play with her pussy with one hand and to slap her stretched breasts with the other gloved hand. "Well --- *MASTER PAUL* --- How do you like my `torture chamber' and my latest `learning slave'? Hummmm?" "How long's she been suspended that way, MARLA?" Paul asked. "MISTRESS MARLA!" she sneered back. "HERE, I AM SUPREME AND I AM --- MISTRESS --- IN FRONT OF A SLAVE --- MY SLAVE --- MASTER PAUL" "Ok --- how long?" "Just since I left for the Lounge --- about an hour ago --- she's just getting `warmed up', Master Paul --- she can take a lot more than this --- AND WANTS IT --- don't you, bitch?" A faint "yes mistress" gurgled from the upturned quivering face and head, followed by a low rising groan and then a wild begging scream. As Paul walked all the way around the suspended, sweat- ing blonde slave he realized that she was actually standing in the blocks that encased her feet and ankles and was not genuinely suspended by her hands and wrists. He bent down and examined the blocks and saw that they were mounted on pipe stanchions, actual- ly hydraulic ram arms coming out of steel cylinders in the floor. He stood up and looked at the hand and wrist encasing blocks and realized that they, similarly, were attached to the same sort of hydraulic steel ram arms coming down from the ceiling and hydrau- lic tubes up there. The sweating, now screaming slave was an- chored but not suspended at the ends of the four inventive shin- ing steel pistons. "You like those `little beauties' --- MASTER PAUL? I suspect Linda has told you about those things and the custom casted rubber hand and foot blocks that Alex's friends used on her and her `sisters' in Mexico, hasn't she?" "No, as a matter of fact, she hasn't." "Get her to tell you *that* tale some day, MASTER PAUL --- it'll make your balls shrivel up and your cock spit for a week!!! I can't believe she hasn't told you about the castle down in Mexico and the `Training Amphitheater' --- where these little hydraulic gems were the focal point of the place and the reason why liter- ally hundreds of otherwise normal women agreed to do ANYTHING their MASTERS asked of them once they'd watched one of their SISTERS treated to a session in the `Ram Pit'. Oh, well --- she probably will get around to telling you some day. Ingenuous, aren't they?" she asked as she reached over a flicked something with her right hand. The shaft stuffed between the blonde's ass cheeks slipped down- ward toward the floor and came out of her rectum with a `pop'. Another few flicks of the right hand and the lower rams moved downward toward the floor and the upper ones rose toward the ceiling as the now bucking and screaming naked blond slave begged and pleaded and literally screamed her lungs out. As Paul watched, the red tinted beads of sweat increased in number and the screams nearly deafened him --- and the rams moved slowly upward and downward, pulling the sagging, bucking slave into an upright and stretched `X' position with the now freed head shaking violently back and forth in a wild body language expression of the screaming "no's" echoing around the torture chamber. The arms and legs stretched taut and the strain was evident. With each passing second the white, sweating, stretched body became more rigid and stretched. And then the rams stopped. "You fucking bitch --- you whore --- this is NOTHING --- nothing at all!!! Tonight you will know what REAL PAIN is, my pretty slave!!!! REAL PAIN!!! Here, MASTER PAUL, make the bitch `appreciate' a MASTER'S TOUCH!" as Marla threw him a leather cat of nine tails that had obviously been used before on the stretched, screaming slave. Paul cringed at the thought of whipping this stretched column of pure pain and suffering --- and Marla sneered "what's wrong, MASTER? Afraid to HURT the bitch? DO IT --- she LOVES IT!!! DO IT!!!" He walked behind the taut white sweating `X' that was still screaming wildly and lashed her across the cheeks of her ass. The screams rose and then broke into a strangled, gasping sound. "AGAIN!!!! And this time --- HARDER and CONTINUOUSLY --- WHIP HER FROM HER SHOULDERS TO HER KNEES --- THEN BETWEEN THE LEGS!!! And listen to her --- LISTEN --- CAREFULLY!!!!" Paul resumed the whipping, lashing sideways and continuously from the knees up to the shoulders and back down --- trying not to hit too hard but still be convincing --- Marla strode around the now hoarse and gurgling slave, snatched the cat out of Paul's hand and began laying the whip on with what seemed like all her strength --- the screams came back and rose higher and higher --- until, finally, with a quick upward slash, Marla shot the nine tails straight up between the blonde screamer's wide spread legs and repeated the process five more times in quick succession. The screams abruptly stopped on about the third stroke between the outstretched legs and the almost totally hoarse voice lowly pleaded: "Ohhhhhh, yyyyyyeeeeessssss MMMMM-IIII-SSSS-TTTT-RRRR- EEEE-SSSSSS --- MMMMMM-OOOOO-RRRRRR-EEEEEEE --- YYYYYYYY-EEEEE- EEE-SSSSSSS!!!!" and continued onward as the last three were delivered up the spread wet valley to splat across the quivering belly --- and when the last of the six had been delivered --- the --- low voice rose in pitch and intensity and begged for *still more* --- "MMMMM-OOOOO-RRRRR-EEEEEEE, MMMM-III-SSS-TTTT-RRRR-EEEE-SSSSS --- Don't stop NOW, MISTRESS --- PPPPLLLL-EEEEAAAA-SSSSEEEEE?????? I'm cummming --- now mistress --- please more --- please" and then died away to soft sobs. "See, --- MASTER? She loves it and she wants MORE --- much more! Would you like to `finish her'? Hummmmmm?" Marla walked around to the control column for the rams and flicked the switches --- the upper rams began to move downward as the arms moved backward and the shiny shafts began to angle ever so slightly --- the process continued until the still stretched and quivering, sobbing blonde slave was angled at about forty five degrees, backward and then Marla released the switches. She walked around to Paul and thrust her hand between his legs and felt him --- "You're ready --- fuck her --- go ahead and fuck her while I finish her off." Paul walked around in front of the sobbing, sweating, stretched blonde slave and unbuckled and unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor, followed by his boxer shorts. Stepping out of them he strode forward and without otherwise touching the spread sobbing woman he thrust himself deep into her and began fucking her. Marla began, simultaneously, whipping her wire stretched breasts and nipples --- methodically but not savagely, this time --- the sobbing ceased and low, keening scream of pure pleasure arose from the quivering vocal cords and gurgled forth from the open, gasping mouth. As Paul plunged in an out of the wet, slurping sucking hole he began to feel it contract and release him with each stroke and then after about a dozen strokes with the 'cat' he felt the muscles in the slave's cunt tighten down on him and heard the wild screams and moans of a total orgasm take over. The orgasm continued, along with the whip strokes across the breasts and nipples as he sawed in and out of the tightening pussy to a climax and shot the climaxing blonde slave full of cum --- he continued for several minutes afterward, fucking the moaning and satisfied still orgasming slave --- still feeling her muscles gripping him tightly --- and then pulled out and backed away --- which brought another long string of pleas and begging and moan- ing for Mistress Marla to make him "fuck me" --- until they died away into a gurgling moan. Paul retrieved his shorts and pants and redressed. Marla came around beside him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Satisfied, MASTER PAUL? You could fuck her for hours on end that way and I could whip her tits off and she'd still beg for more and keep coming --- she wasn't always that way --- but after a little training on my part --- she developed a very high toler- ance for pain and a very strong *need* to be climaxed continuous- ly. Normally, I use a dildo on her and plug her ass with another one while I simultaneously whip her. Neat, huh?" She flicked the switches and the blonde moved back into the position she was in when Paul walked into this torture chamber in the basement of an old Victorian castle of a house. Marla re- placed the shaft in the blonde's ass and drew the head backward with the strap. She walked over to the dangling nipple weights and added to them so the nipples stretched upward and forward even more. Paul watched it all and watched his cum dribble out of the still contracting pussy and down the profusely sweating blonde's legs. "How long are you going to leave her that way, Mistress Marla?" "All night and part of tomorrow --- when we bring Linda back here later tonight, they can keep each other company --- perhaps even sing a few duets for us before the night's over. Eh?" Paul shivered, just thinking about Linda going through this and perhaps more, but he said nothing. Marla took him on a guided tour of the dungeon or torture chamber as she called it and showed him literally dozens of devices and `systems' designed specifically and exclusively for the torturing of the female of the species. The collection was unbelievable and so were the restraints --- all made of black leather, softened with linseed oil and supple. Then Marla took him to a corner of the room and flip a wall switch and showed him a hoisting mechanism consisting of a cable and hook that allowed her to move a bound slave upward or downward from floor to floor in the three story Victorian castle like home, complete with trap doors on each floor. He listened as she explained that she had borrowed that idea, also, from Linda's description of Master Chris' setup in Parkersburg. This time, Paul lied and said he knew about THAT. They went upstairs and Marla gave him a tour of the otherwise normal looking house --- except, for the trap doors, or so it seemed. After she had worked him all the way up to the Master Bedroom and shown him that, she asked him: "Would you believe that there are presently nine --- count 'em --- NINE slaves in this house besides the one you fucked in the basement?" He shook his head `no' and Marla walked over to a set of wall switches and knobs on a panel by the huge king sized bed. She flicked the switch and the bed rose slowly upward and began to rotate until the underside, rotating up toward him, revealed a petite naked brunette strapped eloquently and tightly to the underside, fully gagged, blindfolded and quivering in her strin- gent bondage. Marla pointed downward at the floor under the bed as the mattress and box springs completed their `flip' leaving the bound little beauty face upward. There, on the floor, be- neath the bed, were what looked like two breast cups and a strange looking thing about where the brunette's pussy would be when she was face down under the bed against the floor. Marla walked back to the switch and played with the controls. Shafts rose and rotated and pistoned back and forth from the pussy centered device --- and the rims of the breast cups contracted as small needle like devices appeared from nowhere all along the interior surface of the cups. "This is how I amuse myself and prepare my nightcap before I go to sleep, Master Paul!" She flipped the switches and rotated the small brunette slave strapped to the bed back into her original position and gave a couple of the switches a slight flick and a little twist on several knobs. Paul heard a low gurgling sound coming from under the bed. "May as well start warming the bitch up for later! You may get horny when we get back here with Linda!" As they walked back through each room, Marla, through the flip- ping of switches and rotating of knobs, disclosed eight more naked, bound, gagged and blindfolded slaves, all female and all uniquely imprisoned in what looked like a very "normal" house --- room by room. One of them was in a state of exhaustion because Marla had left her dildo's running at high speed and her breast stimulators and nipple suckers running the same way --- she was totally fucked out and limp. He helped Marla take her out of the contraption and put her on the hoist that sent her to the base- ment, which it turned out, had several `holding cells' that were padded on all the walls, ceiling a floor. When they got back to the basement, Marla carried the exhausted slave to a pure white padded cell, laid her on the floor and slammed and locked the door. Paul couldn't resist --- he had to ask her --- "are all these lovely ladies here of their own free will and accord, Marla --- or are you holding them captive?" "Only the blonde on the `rams' is here, kind of against her will. Her lover, the brunette under the bed upstairs, brought her to me for, shall we say, `training'. She wanted a submissive `partner' she could watch submitting and make love to knowing that she had the same desires and needs. I obliged." "And the blonde (glancing over at the suspended, ram held still dripping sweating slave in the center of the basement torture room) is about ready, I presume?" "Oh hell no! But now I can let the two of 'em go home and they'll come back when I call them or if they want to `play' with me. But she is a long way from being submissive enough. That will take weeks and maybe months more --- for her to get to where Linda is, for example." "And where, pray tell, *is* Linda in this thing? Just how far along is she?" Marla grinned at Paul and said, "You mean you don't KNOW? You really don't know, Paul? Linda is the STAR ATTRACTION in my STABLE. You could punish her to death and she'd love it --- put her in the rams, for example, and pull her apart --- and all she'd do is cum until she died. She is the `model' and the instigator of all this --- AND, SHE IS THE ONE WHO DESIGNED MOST OF THIS STUFF FOR ME." Paul shook his head and asked, "How in the hell could you afford all this stuff? It had to cost tens of thousands of dollars." "It did --- INDEED --- IT DID!!! But, I had a rich family --- my mother and father were wealthy as shit --- until the day they died in a plane crash. As the only child, I got it all. To supplement the investments I have from that inheritance, I occa- sionally take on an `errant young lady', and a few older ones, who, for various reasons, need training and taught to be properly submissive. It pays VERY VERY WELL, Paul --- Excellent! That's how I did it and continue to do it." "Aren't you afraid of somehow, shall we say, `getting caught'." "Not really. I trained some cops' wives and girlfriends. WELL! Gave 'em back a submissive woman that would fuck 'em and suck 'em for hours on end and play `bondage games' with 'em 'til hell freezes over. The `ladies' and their husbands or boyfriends don't know where this place is and have never seen the road to it or away from it. Later tonight, I'll show you how I do that using Linda. The trolley from the garage to the cellar is a small part of it. That's why I wanted your car instead of mine, tonight, Paul. Here, help me carry this thing back up to the car --- I don't want to fuck with the trolley --- we're late as it is, partner!" And with that, they picked up a strange `trays and spreader rods' device and lugged it out of the basement torture room and up to the car where Marla placed it in the center of the back seat of the Lincoln. They got in the car and Marla opened the garage door as Paul backed out and down the drive to the street, heading for Linda's house, as Marla had promised. As they drove away, Paul asked Marla, "Am I the first man to ever see your `slave castle', Marla?" "No --- but you are the first one to know where, exactly, it's located and the first to see, almost everything in it." "Almost?" "Later, MASTER PAUL --- LATER --- you'll get to see it ALL! That I promise. That's what Linda wants. She wants to be there when you do. I don't think you could quite handle the few things I didn't show you unless she was there, demonstrating them for you. She is only one of three submissives who can tolerate that much, shall we say, `submission', to make it palatable, eh?" Paul shivered and drove on toward Linda and Johnny's house, wondering what the hell he had really gotten into by messing with Linda. He was sure he would find out before the night was over --- damn sure of it! As he drove across the south end of town in the Lincoln Town Car with Marla on board, Paul reflected on the facts about Linda he presently knew for sure. He was beginning to see a pattern to the people Linda "played with" and had recognized Linda's skill- ful hands and wild submissive's imagination in all that he saw at Marla's "Castle". The equipment and layouts were indicative of things he had heard straight from Linda's mouth while she was "flying" bound down on his lap. He knew, absolutely KNEW, that Marla's place had been designed and perhaps built by the "chief submissive" in Marla's "stable", NOT MARLA. And he had a suspi- cion that what he was about to see at Linda's home would be no different in that respect. Paul wheeled the big car around the turn onto Linda's street and park across the street and six houses beyond, just to be safe. Marla got out and walked across the street, down six houses and up onto the front door. She rang the bell and waited --- a long time. No answer. She fumbled with her purse and took out a key which she used to let herself in. A few minutes later she came out on the porch and waved to Paul to come in with her. Paul got out of the car, locked the doors and shut them and then walked down the street and into the house behind Marla. As he entered he noted that the place was only "so-so" comfort wise and not very well kept up. Marla guided him to the kitchen and down through a door and a steep set of rickety stairs to the basement which she had lighted somewhat, by turning on the stair light switch. "OK, sit down in the MASTER'S CHAIR, MASTER PAUL and let me demonstrate Linda's special `misbehaving' punishment room for you". She walked to a panel on the wall and flipped a switch and a set of coloured lights came on and illuminated a dancer's platform at the far end of the room. Carpeted, canopied and with four side poles of some substance, one on each corner, running floor to ceiling. "This is where Linda `entertains' Johnny's `friends' and her punishment sex machine types, Master Paul. Johnny has her start fully clothed the moment they bring her down here, dancing on the stage. As she gets going, he has her shed all her clothes and dance for the guys to get both her and them horny and worked up. She knows better than to refuse, because if she does refuse, she gets bound to THIS and dry fucked for starters!" A spotlight came on and illuminated a rather huge, black, leather covered `saw horse' in the center of the room. Like a carpenter's saw horse only bigger and specially made --- leather covered with straps in various places. Two pairs of legs were adjustable up and down, and stuck out at 45 degree angles from the top at both ends down to the floor. Marla had him get up and come look at the device, closely, as she explained it. Paul didn't think it need explaining but he listened. "They put Linda on the top of this thing, face down, her head sticking over this end and her ass hanging off the back. Her arms and legs are buckled down on the legs and the big wide leather strap in the middle is tightened down over her back to secure her to the top horizontal bar, but it really isn't needed and neither are the arm straps, Master Paul." And with that statement, Marla took a pair of two to three foot long slender stainless steel rods down from the wall and slid them through holes in the top horizontal piece or bar at the back and the front, crossways, and then she stood back. "The front rod is passed through Linda's nipple rings and through the top of the `horse'. The back rod is passed through two of Linda's four cunt rings and through the horse. Once in place, there is no way in the world she can get off the horse until someone withdraws the two rods. You will note the small holes in each side of the rod at the edge of the 'horse'?" "Yes, Marla, I see them," Paul replied. "These small pad locks are passed through the holes in each rod on either side of the horse so that LINDA cannot withdraw the rods when her arms are not strapped to the legs. Neat, huh?" Paul did not respond. "Once she's, shall we say, `attached', she can move her legs and arms and head all she wants, but she cannot get up until someone unlocks and withdraws the rods. It's ingenious and terrifyingly EFFECTIVE. She is restrained by her sex organs only and does not dare try to get off or to move her body to any extent. She simply has to lay there and accept whatever happens to her, and A LOT HAPPENS --- believe me it does!" Marla exclaimed with a hiss. "I'll bet it does," Paul said lowly and quietly almost under his breath. "If Johnny ever catches Linda messing with you, before she tells him about you (and she won't tell him, Paul, that I KNOW!) --- he'll walk into the Lounge some night with his buddies from the job and after she's through dancing they will hustle her out to the car and bring her down here. When she's been made to dance to a nude and aroused state after some `hits' of marijuana, and maybe other shit, they'll lift her off the stage, lay her over this baby, slip the rods in and lock 'em, and then `go at her' all night long and all the next day --- continuously --- three and four at a time --- while Johnny watches --- mouth, ass, cunt, armpits, hands --- the whole scene --- fucking her continuously until she's exhausted and then some more and some more and still more!" "How in the hell do you know so much about this Marla? Hummmm?" Paul queried her. "Because, a couple of times, Johnny invited me to watch the `show'!" "That's `sick', Marla!!!" "Ummm, Hummmm --- and it's also FUN! The bitch hates this place but when she's wound up and running she `performs' beautifully and continuously, taking everything they dish out and screaming for more until they overdo it which they always do." Marla withdrew the rods and put them back and then shut off the lights on the stage and the horse and motioned to Paul to follow her back upstairs, where, when he was back in the kitchen, she key-locked the basement door deadbolt. Paul followed her out of the house and she locked the front door deadbolt, too. Later, as they drove back toward the lounge, Paul asked Marla, "Do you honestly BELIEVE that Johnny `invented, designed and built' that basement punishment room, Marla? Do you really?" "NOPE! --- I KNOW THAT LINDA DID!!! Does that surprise you?" "No, it sure doesn't! NOTHING about Linda surprises me. I KNOW she COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY designed your place, didn't she?" "Uh, Huh --- she sure did! And well, I might add! The `lady' has been `around' and she knows how to develop fear and anticipa- tion in submissives, being perhaps the most submissive and fear- ful of them ALL, Paul!" "Is all that stuff from her memories and past, Marla --- or is it strictly a case of fantasy fulfillment?" "BOTH! I gather she has not told you ALL about her past, Paul, --- correct?" "That's correct --- but ENOUGH --- enough for me to recognize some of the stuff at your place as well as in the basement back there." "Has she mentioned Alex or told you about what he did to her and how?" "She's mentioned him, yes --- but no details yet! Why?" "Get her to tell you about him and the way he did her --- make her tell you about where he took her in Mexico and what she saw there --- AND EXPERIENCED!!!! But make damn sure you can `handle it' before you get her going on that `trip'. It's not very `pretty' and if you aren't careful, she'll make you sick as hell with that tale --- a true story, incidentally, from beginning to end!" "What's so sickening about it, Marla?" "You ask LINDA, Paul --- ASK HER. Then decide for yourself what's `sick' about it! --- understand?" "No, I don't --- but I'll ask her --- pointedly, OK?" "Uh, Huh --- say, let's stop at the Chinese Restaurant and get something to eat. I'm starved! You game?" "Yah" "You know how to get there?" "Yup --- Linda and I were there earlier tonight!" Marla smiled at him, knowingly, and patted him on the right shoulder, but said nothing. They stopped at the restaurant, ate two big dinners and appetiz- ers and about an hour and a half later drove back to the Lounge. Marla left him in the Lincoln Town Car in the back of the parking lot and went inside. It was about 2:00AM. About 2:25AM, Marla came out of the Lounge front door with Linda following along behind. As Paul watched them approach his car, he noticed that Linda had her head lowered so her chin was on her chest and was walking lock stepped and very submissively behind Marla, who opened the back door of the Lincoln for Linda and pointed for her to get in. Linda got in, sat down and said nothing as Marla shut the door and walked around and got in through the opposite back door. "OK, MASTER PAUL --- let's take our misbehaving, slave bitch to my place! --- Don't turn the interior lights on, MASTER PAUL --- I have to get the bitch ready --- OK, SLAVE --- STRIP! --- NOW --- GET IT ALL OFF --- then get on your favourite device in your favourite position," Marla snarled out to Linda. Paul heard a long sigh followed by a weak "yes, Mistress" and heard the rustling of clothes and then heard Linda moving around in the back seat. He looked up into the mirror and saw her kneeling on her knees, spread wide apart and placed in the two tray like arrangements of the device Marla had helped him carry out of the dungeon at her place and put on his back seat. Paul heard the sound of leather straps being buckled down and the sound made by a slave being ball gagged --- followed by low moans and gurgles and the sound of hands moving over flesh --- a lot of such sounds --- and the moans grew deeper and more pronounced as he drove toward Marla's place. When they entered the driveway, Paul heard the garage door opener click in the back seat and saw the doors rise. He drove in, parked the car, and turned off the engine. Marla told him to get out and go around to the back door on the other side, as the garage door lowered and the lights in the garage came on in a dull red glow this time. Paul, trying to get accustomed to the low, faint red light, opened the back door and looked inside. There, on his back seat, knelt a gagged and securely bound, naked and quivering Linda, `mounted' in the strange device he and Marla had put into the back seat earlier. Her legs were hugely spread, strapped togeth- er, thigh to calf and strapped to a tray arrangement under each leg. A wide leather strap running from the outside of one tray ran over her back and presumably was buckled tightly down to the other side. Linda had a `trainer and gag' arrangement thrust in her mouth and bridging her face and going over her head. A leather strap pulled her head up and back because it was looped through a ring in the top of the trainer and buckled through a ring in the strap over her back. Thrusting out Linda's behind were two buzzing dildos, one for each `hole' and on her nipples were a set of tightly screwed down nipple clamps. Linda was moaning softly, sweating and trembling as Marla spoke to him: "OK, lift her up off the seat and help me get her out of the car and up onto the trolley, MASTER PAUL --- we've got some `work' to do with her and we best be getting to it --- SOON!" Marla hissed at him. Anakha. http://home.clara.net/anakha/index.html ******************************************************* If you want to reply to me by Email then you will need to manually amend the 'reply to' address in the header to anakha@clara.net. ****************************************************** -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /