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Merry Xmas from Kathy & Christi & all the "Dinner" gang!

Your comments, criticisms, and evil/sexy/comical plot ideas are always
welcome. Many of Kathy's adventures are loosely based on reader
suggestions.
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Earlier chapters are on-line in the mailing list archive and at J.
Wijnands's site at
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WARNING!  This story is for adults only and contains Strong Sexual
Content and Convoluted Attempts at Humor. It is intended as a work of
satirical sexual fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any
way condone or encourage similar behavior even if it was legal or
physically possible. If you are under the age of 18 or reside in a state
(or alt.state) that prohibits such behavior, stop reading this right
now. I mean it!!!!!!
Remember: DON'T DO THIS STUFF!!!!!                      
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Chapter 82: Sweet Hands

The trunk opened -- pop!  Kathy blinked and blinked as her eyes adjusted
to the dusky light.  She didn’t recognize the street, but from the
general decomposition knew they must be in poor town. 

A giant neon sign towered above Officer Ray’s squad car.  In flickering
red it proclaimed “MO EL” across the top and “Rooms by the Hour” in
white below. “Oh Christi,” she exclaimed, “it’s just the way I imagined
it!  Have you ever seen anything so, so romantic?”  

“No!”  They both squealed in delight.  

Kathy was so excited she could barely hold still as Officer Ray covered
her eyes with a long piece of white cloth. 

“Ho, ho, ladies, mustn’t peak or it might ruin the surprise.”

“Okay, Officer Ray, we won’t,” the girls sang in unison.

Blindfolded, Kathy and Christi were led down a long, outdoor passage
then through a doorway.  The room smelled of dust and old men.  A thin
electrical hum cut the silence.

Ray guided Kathy onto a bed.  “Kneel down and give me your hands.”  She
felt cold steel and heard a crisp “snap” as the handcuffs closed around
her wrists.  She gave them a little tug and realized she’d been secured
to the bed frame.  

Ray allowed Christi to put on her pantyhose before telling her to open
her mouth.  “Oh, it tastes like cinnamuuuughffff,” she noted before
falling strangely silent.  

Kathy heard nylon ripping, then Ray’s saying “sit on this” and cuffs and
buckles snapping into place just before Christi wailed a long,
desperate  “ppeeeeeeffffff ppppoooeeefffffffEEEEEEEEEE!”

The blindfolds were whisked away.  Kathy looked over her shoulder to see
Christi bound to a wooden chair by ankle cuffs and a thick black leather
band around her waist.  Her right hand was cuffed to the chair leg.  She
held the stun gun in her left.

Christi let out an “EEEEEEEEEEE!” through the breathing hole of the
bright red gag stuck in her mouth.  Her brilliant blue eyes flashed as
she fought desperately against the restraints.  A drop of pink slobber
trickled onto her white blouse. 

Then Kathy spied the empty box for a penis gag on the floor.  Next to it
was an empty package for a giant double dildo.  No wonder Christi was
raising such a commotion, both containers bore the words “Made from 100%
Natural Cinnamon Candy!” and “Nothin’ Says Lovin’ like Atomic Cocks ‘O’
Fire!”  

 “Well, ladies, it looks like everything’s in order here,” Officer Ray
tipped his hat. “I’ll be in the car if you need me.  Have fun.”

Ray flipped off the light -- click! -- on his way out.  

“Hello, Kathy.”  A man’s voice spoke softly.  It was Michael!

“Michael!”  Kathy searched the darkness for his face.

He lit a candle, but stayed behind her.  “So, this is your fiancee,
Christi, the famous torture mouse.”

“MMMMMuuuuuuffffffff.” 

“Do you like the ‘candy’ I brought you, torture mouse?”

Christi shook her head “yes.” Kathy could see beads of sweat rolling
down her face in the flickering light.

“That’s good,” the voice smiled.  “I’ve brought some sharpened knitting
needles to skewer your breasts with later.”

“OOOOhhhhhhh, goooooooooooodddddtttthhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”

“Michael,” Kathy pleaded, “won’t you let me see you?”

There was no reply.  Instead, she felt his weight on the bed and herself
being entered.  Although his approach was a tad abrupt, Kathy welcomed
the reunion.  They were a perfect fit, even better than she remembered,
and she moaned in sweet contentment.

Kathy’s heart sang as Michael’s hands slowly climbed her body, flicking
up her tummy and across her breasts before coming to rest around her
neck.  Gently, he wrapped his long fingers around her breathing pipe and
began to squeeze.  “Don’t worry, little Kathy,” he comforted,  “I’m all
better now.  I’ll let go when I come.”

“It’s okay,” she whispered before the pressure rendered her speechless.  

Kathy loved the feel of his manhood pulsing inside her, but it was his
hands, those sweet hands that held her attention.  They tightened and
loosened as their bodies fell into synch and they began their long climb
toward ecstasy.   

But after several nearly-breathless minutes, she suddenly felt something
was wrong!  Michael had stopped relaxing his grip.  Sparks were flying
before her eyes and the room was fading away. The voices were back,
calling for her to come with them, promising impossible things.  

In terror, she looked at Christi, pleading for help with her eyes, but
she could see that her beloved had been overcome by the hot cocks.  The
beautiful brunette’s beet red face was locked in an expression of
beatific suffering.  The hand holding the stun gun lay limply in her
lap!

At that moment Kathy realized that, unless Michael started cumming,
she’d soon be going.

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