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The last descendant of a rich old family, he was the sum result of
almost incestuous in-breeding. Keenly intelligent, he had been, from
childhood, too intense and too interested in sensuality and those
pleasures which are forbidden by most societies. With endless wealth
at his command, a keen mind, a vivid imagination, Web Hardman was soon
tasting pleasures that most men only dream of.

Nor was he superficial about it. He pursued his activities with a
scientist's passion. He was clever and covered up his illegal
activities; he kept records in writing, on tape, and on film. Soon, he
had amassed a considerable library of rather interesting pornography,
some of which had enough overtones of sadism to excite the Marquis de
Sade. Soon, he treated people--- especially women---like a scientist
would treat a laboratory rat: with objectivity and dispassion. His
thrill, his satisfaction, was in proving his theory: that any woman
could be reduced to a base, unthinking carnality in a matter of days.
Sometimes, in a matter of hours. His theory held that women were the
true pornographers, that their instinct and natural desire was obscene
and that they understood and loved depravity. He felt that there were
no depths of wantonness to which a woman would not sink if conditions
were right; and it thrilled and excited him to see his theory being
borne out, being lived out again and again, right in front of him.

Nichole was a most willing pupil. At first, because of her upbringing
and pride, she had been extremely difficult. But he had broken her. He
had broken her so completely that he was about to lose interest in
her. The challenge was gone; Nichole would willingly do anything he
wished. She had been under his influence about a year. In one year,
she went from an innocent young girl with ideals and aspirations to an
eager little slut who had performed every known sexual depravity.
Nichole now knew that she would never again enjoy what is commonly
known as "normal sex." She knew she could never be happy married to
one man; never, unless he allowed her to have orgies. 

Now, she lay back in the leather chair with her dress pulled high,
revealing her ripe, expectant loins. Naked from the waist down, she
sprawled, her legs slung over the thick arms of the chair and she let
her head loll back, her mouth slack and laxly open. The delicate
fingers of her free hand slid down and tangled in her pubic hair. Her
hips were slowly undulating and pumping in an obscene manner as her
free hand slid down on either side of the moist, pulpy lips of her
hotly twitching vagina. Using thumb and forefingers, she impatiently
spread her lust-swollen pussy lips and revealed the moistly pink inner
walls of her cunt. Below her thinly bearded vaginal mouth, her white
buttocks met in a deep tight crevice.

Web watched as her sensual young body shuddered in obscene delight and
her hips twisted and thrust forward so that her ripe, fleshed buttocks
ballooned on the edge of the chair. Her head lowered so that she had
to look down at her eagerly writhing loins between breasts that jutted
up in front of her like snowy twin peaks. Her wet, quivering cunt was
tilted up high as she ran the long thick vibrator up and down the
slit, pausing to let it shudder over her erect little clitoris as her
eyelids fluttered and she gasped for breath. Already, her pleasure was
wracking her body with its intensity.

Quietly, Web Hardman circled around her as she wantonly slumped in the
chair, sluttish in her pose with her legs thrown wide over the arms of
the chair. Her nakedly quivering cunt was gaping open as she guided
the rapidly thrusting mechanical penis in and around her vaginal
cavity. She was moaning continuously now. The gray-haired older man
walked behind the chair and, leaning over it, reached down and began
unbuttoning the front of her dress.

He slowly pulled the bodice open, revealing her large, firmly upthrust
breasts that were spilling out of a flimsy half-bra. He knew that
Nichole was justifiably proud of her huge, but perfectly proportioned
breasts. The night he had broken her, the night she had reveled in
depravities and lewd behavior, the night she had admitted her inherent
wantonness and submitted her will to his, that wonderful night had
begun when he had her strip to the waist. Then, his bodyguard and his
chauffeur had seized her and forced her arms back. A pole, a broom
handle, was run long-ways between her back and her arms. Then
Nichole's hands were forced forward again, and she had watched as her
wrists were tightly and brutally tied together in front of her waist.
The pole across her back, locking her elbows in place, had forced her
arms and shoulders back... and thrust out her nakedly quivering
breasts.

She had been forced to stand in front of a mirror and stare at herself
before, at a signal from Web, his men began caressing and putting
their wet, open mouths on those out-thrust, defenseless breasts.

That night had been the beginning for Nichole. She was too thrilled
and excited to resist as she watched in the mirror. Ever since that
night Web had been able to bring her to an orgasm, just by exciting
and fondling her breasts.

Now he helped them free of the almost transparent half-bra and saw the
firm way they quivered and jellied on her breast. Her head was wedged
against the back of the chair and her chin was pushed into her chest
as she looked between her now naked breasts to see the big white
plastic prick vibrating between her legs. Web saw her wide-spread
vaginal lips as she ran her thumb over her clitoris and as the
mechanical cock quivered its way deeper into her wildly pulsing pussy.
Her young body was wantonly shuddering with pleasure as the vibration
tantalized and enflamed her sense.

"You have lovely breasts, my dear," he said, leaning over the back of
the chair and cupping their fleshy fullness in his manicured hands.

Nichole opened her smoky eyes halfway and saw his fingers caressing
her already distended nipples. "Thank you," she murmured thickly. With
her hands, she began rapidly pumping the vibrator in and out of her
moistly clasping pussy, the lewd parody of fucking increasing the
feeling of pleasure. She closed her eyes, as his pinching fingers and
the vibrator aroused her to where she wanted to scream her lust out.
Her voluptuously round body was suddenly out of control. She had
learned to give in to her lust without a reservation. Web liked that
and... so did she. There was something so thrilling and enjoyable in
acting lewd, acting like a slut, not caring what people might think.
Then, too, Web had taught her the naughty and thrilling delights of
being an exhibitionist. He had forced her to be an exhibitionist and
know the thrill that so intensified the orgasm.

He looked down at her writhing obscenely in the chair. "Too bad I
don't have someone here to bite and suck on your breasts, Nichole."

In answer, Nichole let her head thrash from side to side and a low
moan of frustration trembled from her lips as she increased the tempo
of her hips pumping up against the vibrator.

Web smiled down at her, taking his hands away. He had set her up. He
had suggested a pleasure, and she had groaned like a Pavlovian dog at
the idea. With no more than a suggestion on his part, he would watch
her debase herself further.

"Of course," he said, his voice light and cool. "You could lick and
suck them."

Nichole broke her mounting rhythm as she heard his words and wasn't
sure she understood. "W... what?"

"I said you could, in your present position, excite yourself by
licking and sucking them yourself. They're right in front of your
mouth." He paused to walk around the chair. "You could lick them and
you could suck them and I," he announced clearly, "could watch you do
it."

Web moved around the chair for a better view, his mouth half-open in
eager anticipation. Even as he watched, Nichole pulled the vibrator
out of her cunt and held it hard on her clitoris, her eyes were closed
and her face contorted by the hot passion that she was feeling. Web
watched her hips and tightly rippling belly roll and undulate while
her moistly glistening cunt-lips twitched and gaped as the vibrator
quivered and thrust against her clitoris. With her free hand, she
cupped one snowy breast and tilted it toward her mouth, the nipple
caught between her fingers. Her tongue snaked out, red and wet, and
the soft, velvet-smooth tip rimmed around the erect little nipple.
Then, as Web watched, she opened her mouth wide, taking the whole
nipple in. Her wet, ovalled lips closed over the berry-like nipple,
and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked with a sex-crazed fervency.

Web felt himself being aroused as he watched. Nichole was doing
exactly as he asked, and her obscene self-excitement was having its
effect. She hooked her legs even tighter over the arms of the chair,
jutting her hips and naked groin outward and upward even more,
spreading the lips of her wet, trembling cunt as she ran the vibrating
plastic cock up and down and in and out of her with a hypnotic rhythm.



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