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The Partners by Rob
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Part 3 -- Down Below
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Mitch carried Wendy's limp body across the living room to the basement
door, pulled a string at the top of the steps to turn on one of the
two lights in his basement and carefully made his way down the
thirteen steps to the dank, dark cellar of his house. The girl, whose
ankles were still tied to her thighs, was aware of what was happening
and where she was being taken, but, weak from her ordeal, she did not
struggle. When he finished his descent into the basement, he placed
her on the cold floor and moved carefully away, deeper into the
darkness of the cellar, in search of the other pull string light. When
he found it and turned it on, Wendy saw that the basement was like any
other unfinished cellar she had seen -- filled with the clutter one
accumulates over a lifetime.
From her position at the bottom of the steps where Mitch had
laid her down, she could not see Mitch who was on the far side of the
room making certain that the four small windows there were covered so
no one on the outside could see what was happening on the inside.
Satisfied, he then rummaged around the cellar until he found an old,
stained mattress leaning against the wall. He pulled it into the
center of the room, closer to the second light and placed it on the
floor of an area that was relatively free from clutter. He swept away
some cob webs that were on top of the mattress and began rummaging
around the basement for something else, an old desk from his college
apartment. Made of solid wood and standing at just below waist knee
level, Mitch thought it would do nicely for his purposes. He carried
it to the center of the room and placed the mattress on top of it. He
then shoved several books beneath the center of the mattress so that
it was raised like a hump.
When he was through, he returned to his naked captive who was
shivering on the cold floor of the basement. He effortlessly picked
her up and laid her facing up on the mattress covered coffee table.
Apparently, Wendy had recovered a bit because she began making noises
that Mitch could not understand. He ignored her and proceeded to tie
her arms to two of the desks legs. He then untied her ankles and tied
them tightly to the desk's other legs. He had enjoyed seeing her
naked ass as it jutted out when her ankles were tied snugly to her
thighs and knew he would eventually return her to that position. When
he was sure that she was properly restrained, he stepped back to
admire his work.
"Believe it or not, Wendy, you look great," he said as he
observed how the books he had placed under the mattress elevated her
midsection, caused her back to arch nicely and raise her crotch
slightly above the rest of her body. He didn't care that she was
uncomfortable. "You always admired my desk in the office so it's only
fitting that you have the use of my desk at home." He then ran his
hands over her upper body, pawing at her breasts and squeezing her
nipples between his fingers. It went on like that for several moments
until he had another idea.
The girl remained still, wondering what torment he would next
inflict on her. He moved beside her head and untied the rope that kept
her panties from escaping her mouth. He then extracted the panties
and asked her, "Mouth dry?" She coughed and nodded. He ran up the
steps and came back down with a glass of water which he sipped as he
stood over the bound attorney. "Let me take care of that dryness for
you," he said, holding the straw by her mouth so she could sip some of
the cool water he offered. She sipped and coughed as she did so,
finding it hard to drink in the prone position she found herself.
"Mouth still dry? he asked and she nodded again. He offered the glass
of water, but as her mouth opened to take the straw, he pulled it away
and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She was caught totally by
surprise and tried to pull her head away but it was to no avail. He
relentlessly kept his tongue in her mouth rolling it over her tongue
and swirling it in her mouth, giving her a French kiss like she had
never had before.
When he was finished, she was crying again. "Why, Mitch?
Why?"
He looked at her with a surprised expression on his face and
answered simply, "Because I can." After a few seconds, he looked down
at the lovely figure and asked in a kind tone, "Wendy? You hungry?
I'm hungry so you must be hungry." She was afraid to answer, not
wanting to say the wrong thing and provoking him to replacing the vile
gag in her mouth. He looked up towards the kitchen and then back to
the girl, "Not much food upstairs but I'm starving." He looked her in
the eye and smiled cruelly. "How about I eat you?"
The color drained from Wendy's face as she realized what he
intended to do. "No! No! No!" she protested.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" he replied, as he climbed on top of the
desk and positioned himself so his mouth was by her crotch. "If
you're hungry, feel free to lick my balls and ass, but," he said
menacingly, "Remember what I told you upstairs about those teeth." He
then began licking her inner thighs, slowly moving upwards until his
tongue was inside her triangular mound of hair and, finally, inside
her pussy. All the while Mitch's ass pressed into the helpless girl's
face. He heard her grunting and trying to scream but the weight of
his body on her face proved as effective a gag as the panties and
handball. She writhed in pleasurable agony which only stimulated
Mitch more as he lapped up her juices which treacherously flowed from
her as he assaulted her with his tongue. She came twice before Mitch
had had enough. She cried, ashamed at all he had done to her and
fearful of what would happen next.
As she worried about his next attack, the telephone began to
ring. Mitch shoved the panties back in her mouth before darting up
the stairs and quickly returning with a cordless phone. He sat on the
edge of the desk, admiring Wendy's mound of pubic hair before clicking
the button on the phone and saying, "Hello. Oh, hi . . . . No, I'm
home. I was just taking care of something in the basement when the
phone rang. . . . Today? It can't wait till Tuesday? . . . All right,
when? . . . That soon? . . . No, no problem. I'll be here." He
pressed another button on the phone to end the conversation and turned
to look at his pretty prisoner.
"Well, that's all the fun we're going to have for now.
Company's on its way and I have to get dressed, but don't worry, I
won't forget about you." He kissed her lightly on the forehead before
checking the ropes which held her tightly to the desk. They were
secure and he was confident that she could neither free herself nor
knock anything over to call attention to her predicament in the
basement. Satisfied, he walked over to a work bench and returned with
a roll of gray duct tape. "Much as I'd like to give you that sweet
gag one more time, the panties will have to do for now." He used his
finger to shove the panties deeper into her mouth and then secured
them there with several pieces of tape. When he was done, her mouth
was so muffled that what little sounds she could make would never be
heard upstairs.
He kissed her again, climbed the stairs and turned off the
light at the top of the steps. Before shutting the door to the
basement though, he took another peak at the nude girl who lay on the
desk with her hips thrust upward by the books beneath the mattress.
He had deliberately left the light above her on and he was impressed
at just how lovely she looked -- naked, bound and gagged -- below the
light but surrounded in darkness. He hoped his guests would not be
staying in darkness. He hoped his guests would not be staying long.
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