It was a clear and sunny Friday afternoon. Marcy carried her little tray
full of cleaning agents through the formal dinning room, on route to the
great room. As she walked, she took in the decorations that filled the
rooms. Lots of crystal and fine paintings. Mr Greenfield had very good
taste.

Marcy was a maid. She worked every day from eight until eight cleaning the
rooms downstairs for Ronald Greenfield, the owner. Thought the hours were
long, the work was usually light and the money was pretty good. The only
time things got heavy is when there was a party. Then there was a massive
cleaning before and after the party. Plus, she usually would help serve
drinks to the guests. It was not bad for a girl trying to raise money for
collage.

Greenfield was a good employer to work for. Though this was only her second
job as a maid, she did enjoy the job greatly.

At her first job, the master was an mean old eccentric that chased anything
in a skirt. She left there after the upstairs maid filed sexual harassment
charges against the old bastard. They were dropped later after, as rumors
had it, he paid her off to keep quiet.

Greenfield was much different. He talked to the help. Always polite. A
gentleman in the true sense. He was a tall, dark haired guy, relativity
young, and very good looking. He worked out everyday in his private exer-
cise room and relaxed in his whirlpool and indoor swimming pool.

He was what you call a overnight success. He invented some kind of device.
Sold the multi-million dollar production rights to a international firm.
Went to work for them as a high paid consultant, netted the company millions
of dollars from the sales, and a few years later sold the product and all
rights to the firm, which netted him a fortune. Now he invests his money,
and reaps the reward from the returns. At thirty-one, he has done quite
well.

Yet, the only thing he was missing was a wife, or at least a steady lady.
He was not the playboy. There was not a stream of girls, to be used and
then discarded. He seemed to want a relationships, but they always fizzled.

For the most part, Marcy was happy with her job, but a little bored. The
same things happened for day to day. At least when there was a party, she
had a chance to see new people, and talk to a few, but only if they talked
first. That was a trade rule.

There one strange thing in this household. On the first level, at the end
of the west hall, there was a room that was off limits to all employees. It
was guarded by a solid heavy door and a brass dead bolt lock. Marcy would
walk pass it almost every day and wonder what behind it was so secret, that
it had to be locked up so tight.

She never saw anyone go into the room for any reason. She never was asked
to clean it, or serve drinks in it. Whatever it was, Greenfield did not
want anyone to know.

As Marcy was walking, she heard the quick paced footsteps of the master of
the house. As she turned to look over her shoulder, her cleaning tray swung
and bumped a small display table, knocking off the vase that was sitting on
it.

Marcy tried to catch the vase but it hit the floor and shattered into a
thousand pieces. Greenfield walked into the room just in time to see it
hit.

Marcy was in shock for a moment, not knowing what to do. She looked up and
saw her employer standing there. With guilt written all over her face, she
dropped to the floor and started picking up the debris and apologizing to
Greenfield.

"What happened, Marcy?," Greenfield asked.

"Your footsteps startled me, sir," Marcy answered, "and I... I hit the
table when I jumped. I'll replace it for you, sir."

"You realize that was a one of a kind vase," Greenfield said very calmly.

"I'm sorry, Mr Greenfield," Marcy replied. "I didn't mean to break it. Can
I repay you for it?"

"That vase was worth more than your salary for a couple of years," Green-
field answered. "I'm afraid that won't be possible."

Marcy felt she was going to loose her job. She did not need that. She
liked working there, and did not want to look for another job. Most of all,
she needed the money.

"Please, Mr Greenfield," Marcy begged, "don't fire me. I need the work."

"You are a good worker, Marcy," Greenfield replied, "and I'd hate to do it,
but what else is there for me to do? You leave me with few alternatives."

"Please, Mr Greenfield, don't fire me," Marcy continued to plead. "I'll do
anything. I'll work longer hours. I'll work all weekends. I'll do what-
ever you want, ANYTHING."

Greenfield looked at her for a moment. Marcy read in his eyes there was
something going through his mind. After a moment he spoke, saying, "You
should never say you'll do anything. You might not know what you are get-
ting yourself into."

Here seemed a ray of hope. She thought maybe he was debating about getting
her in the sack. She would do it gladly. She often wondered what this good
looking guy was like in bed.

"I do mean it, sir," Marcy said very calmly and quietly. "ANYTHING!"

"Are you sure that you want to leave yourself that open, Marcy?," Greenfield
asked.

"Yes, sir," Marcy answered.

Again the man was silent and thinking. Marcy could see that there was hesi-
tation in him mind, but then a look of determination came across his face.
He made his decision. "Very well," he spoke. "So be it. Meet me in the
billiard room tonight at ten o'clock. Come alone, and make sure that no one
knows where you are, what you are doing, or where you are going. Under-
stand?"

"Yes, sir," Marcy answered.

He made her repeat his instructions, told her to clean up the vase, and,
with a forgiving pat on her cheek, to get on with her work.

The rest of the day, Marcy tried to kept her mind on her work. She did not
need another foul-up like this again, but from time to time, she wondered
what was to happen tonight. Why did not he just have her meet in a bedroom,
or was there something else he had in mind.

When it came time for the help to leave, Marcy told them she had a couple
things that needed to be done before she could leave. Mark, the stable
hand, want her to go out for a few drinks, but she declined saying she was a
little tired and was going home after work.

Marcy and Mark had a few flings together, and with good reason. Though Mar-
cy was not a tramp, when the mood hits her, she had to do it. Mark was the
house stud. He could sense a woman in heat, and knew how to satisfy her
needs while fulfilling his own.

The first time they did it was at one of Greenfield's parties. She walked
around the place in her little skirt, serving drinks to perverted old men.
A few of them passes at her, a couple made grabs for her. The whole thing
was making her so excited, she did not think she could make it through the
night.

She went into the kitchen to find Mark raiding the food. He knew right
away, and started talking to her, saying things that got her even hotter.
Within a few minutes, they had slipped to the stable, pulled off their clo-
thes and were getting it on hot and heavy. She came twice. Once in the
sixty-nine position right before he came, and again as he shot another load
deep inside her. She got dressed, and returned to the party a satisfied
woman.

Marcy stole over to the west wing, and hid in the small study there. The
room was almost never used, and was right next to the billiard room. There
she waited, listening for every footstep that went by. For almost two hours
she waited. At ten o'clock, she snuck out, and crept into the billiard
hall.

Greenfield was not there yet. There was only one light on, which was over
the pool table. She looked around the room, wondering why they were going
to meet here. Maybe, she thought, he has a strange perversion with making
it with someone on a pool table. She started to giggle. Then the door
opened.

"I'm glad to see that you're in such good spirits, Marcy," Greenfield said
with a smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, sir," Marcy replied.

"Don't be," Greenfield said. "I like a positive, good natured attitude."

"So do I, sir," Marcy replied.

"Marcy," Greenfield said, being more serious, "I will ask you this question
only once. Think very carefully before you answer. Once we start, there
will be no stopping until we are finished. I guaranty that no harm will
come to you, but you will follow my directions, and do as I say, regardless
of what it may be. Are you still willing to go along with anything?"

Marcy sat silent for a moment, but her mind was already made up to do what-
ever it was he wanted her to do. "Yes, sir," she answered.

"Very well," Greenfield replied. "Now, you must promise to remain silent
about what is to happen. You must never tell another soul."

"I promise," Marcy replied. "I would never do anything to hurt you, sir."

"Good," Greenfield said. "Having settled that, we shall begin. From this
point forward, you shall not speak another word unless asked to. Follow
me."

Marcy went with him out of the pool room and followed him up to the forbid-
den doorway that has puzzled her for months. At last she would see all the
secrets of what was behind it.

"I'll have you know that no employee has ever seen what lies behind this
door," Greenfield said. He unlocked the dead bolt and opened the door which
led into a small corridor with three other doors. They walked in and he
closed and locked the door behind them. To Marcy's surprise, there was a
key lock on the inside as well as on the outside to lock the door.

"Go through that door," Greenfield ordered. "In there, you will find a out-
fit to wear. Put it on, and go out through the other door in the room. I
will meet you there."

Marcy nodded her head, remembering not to speak. He unlocked and opened the
door. She entered the room, and heard the door close and lock behind her.
Again, a key was needed to pass back through the door.

She was surprised to see what was in this room. It was like a small dres-
sing room. There was a fine makeup table with soft lights around the mir-
ror, filled with the finest makeups, expensive perfumes and hair products
one could buy. A solid chair and padded bench for sitting on while chang-
ing. An oak hutch with drawers for hanging and storing clothes in, and a
full length vanity mirror to review oneself. This room looked like it be-
longed next to the Queens's bedroom.

She went to the hutch to retrieve her new wardrobe. She found hanging there
a white satin and lace teddy, trimmed in red and garter straps. A pair of
white seamless silk stockings were laid next to it, and red spiked high
heels were on the base on the unit.

Marcy took out the outfit and felt the luxury of it. Never had she seen
something so rich, yet so sexy. For a few minutes, all she did was just
hold it, not believing she was to wear it.

She striped her clothes off and put the teddy on. It was kind of bustling
outfit, and she was worried it would not fit, but she could not have had a
better fit. It lightly pushed everything into the proper places. The G-
string panties showed off all of the curves without showing everything. She
pulled the stockings on her legs very carefully. All she needed to do was
get a run in them. Greenfield would probably have a fit.

The shoes were higher than she had ever worn. Usually she wore a two inch
heel, but these had to be close to five inches. At first she stumbled on
them a bit, but by taking shorter steps, she quickly got the hang of them.
The strangest thing was they were far more comfortable than she thought they
would be.

She went over to the table and touched up her makeup. She accented her eyes
and made her checks rosy. She ran the brushes through her long dark hair
and dabbed on perfume in all the key places.

She went over to the mirror and looked herself over. Never before had she
look so sexy. Her breasts looked bigger. Her legs looked longer and lean-
er. Her buttocks was in perfect form. If this was punishment, she could
really get into it. Maybe she would break something else.

She realized that she was taking much longer than she should. She hung up
her maids outfit in the closet, gave herself one last glance in the mirror
and went through the unlocked door.

She expected to see a large bedroom, lit entirely in candles, and decorated
in all the finest silks and lace. The center piece would be a huge canopy
bed, where she would find the master waiting for her, but what she walked
into was completely different world.

The walls were panelled in a rich dark wood, moderately lit with recessed
lights in the ceiling, which was actually a huge mirror. The room was fil-
led with contraptions that she had never seen before. A large tubular rack
was on her left side, and some kind of pulley setup was on her right. There
were a few others that she did not know what the were.

The center piece of the room was in the middle of the room. A section of
the floor was raised a few steps. On that was a large wooded chair and the
largest brass bed she had ever seen, the brass rails shinned in the light.
It was covered with a beautiful lace bedspread. It had to be very expen-
sive.

Marcy stood there, looking at all the items in the room. Finally, Green-
field's voice broke her thoughts, saying, "If I may be so bold, you look
very beautiful."

Marcy almost thanked him, but remembered to remain silent. Instead, she
smiled and lowered her head. He words were so calm and soothing. She began
to relax and trust him. She could put up with his few off-beat practices.

"Yes, an excellent choice," Greenfield said. "Please turn around slowly and
model for me. I wish to take in the full range of your beauty."

Marcy did as he asked, slowly turning on her heels, showing herself to her
master like a model shows herself to the cameras at a fashion show. She
played out the fantasy, enjoying the scenario. A rich, handsome man, giving
her expensive lingerie to wear, speaking wondrously captivating words to her
about her beauty. She was beginning to get into this.

He looked the lovely creature over. Her long brown hair. Her lean legs,
made more shapely by the stockings and heels. Her firm buttocks and full,
well rounded chest. He could not have chose a better girl for his plea-
sures.

"Yes, very lovely, my dear," Greenfield said. "Let me welcome you to my
playroom. Please step over here, and we shall begin your punishment."

They stepped over to the closet doors. He opened them to revile a huge as-
sortment of ropes, chains, cuffs, straps, and various other restraining de-
vices. Marcy stared at the collection.

"I hope you don't mind me placing you into bondage," Greenfield said.

So this was his secret. He was heavily into bondage. That was why he made
her say all the promises, why they met so privately. All the doors and
locks. Suddenly, everything came into a new light. This private man sud-
denly made sense.

He pulled several strands of rope out of the closet and instructed her to
follow him. He led her over to a wooden post. The post was about seven
feet high, and about eight inches thick. The surface was as smooth as
glass.

She was told to stand with her back to the post and her arms around it. He
tied her wrists together very snugly. Her ankles were next, tied together,
and a rope passing around the support, as were her knees. More rope was
passed around her waist and chest. Lastly, he took one very long strand,
and starting at her ankles, wound the rope up her body and around the post,
securing the ends behind her.

Thus satisfied that she was secure, he walked over to the closet to retrieve
another article. Marcy tested her ropes, seeing how good her masters work
was. She struggled for a moment with no success. For soft as these ropes
were, there was no give in them. Greenfield walked back over to her with a
red scarf in his hand. He smiled at her as she struggled. She stopped as
he approached.

"Go ahead," Greenfield said. "Struggle as much as you like. That's all
part of this. If you free yourself, then I didn't do my part well enough.
Of course, it's my part to keep you in there."

Marcy felt that little inch inside of her again. She knew that if her kept
this up, she was going to be in heat before long.

Greenfield walked behind her. "I know you promised not to speak until asked
to," he said, "but let's not take any chances." He told her to open her
mouth and gagged her with the scarf. As he tied the ends behind her head,
she realized the scarf was made of silk. She thought to herself if she had
to be gagged, at least it was with something as sensual as silk.

He stepped around and looked at his prisoner. She was indeed lovely. He
watched her struggle in her restraints and listened to the soft sounds she
made. Never before had he have such a woman in such a situation. For sev-
eral minutes, he indulged in his pleasure.

She also was watching him. She knew that he was enjoying her struggle in
the ropes, and heard her muffled moans. She played it up for him. Twisting
a little more than she could, but did not make it seem she wanted to escape
all to much. The fact was, she was liking this as much as he was. This was
something new to her.

Finally Greenfield spoke, saying, "I'm going to leave you for a while, but
do not worry. I'll be very nearby. I'll be back soon."

Marcy knew that he would not let anything happen to her. She also knew this
was what her punishment was all about. First to get her excited, then leave
her to squirm in it. As a bonus, he got a sexy prisoner to do whatever he
wished.

He left the room, and she was all alone. Again she tried to free herself,
but with no avail. He definitely knew what he was doing. She felt that he
was somewhere near by, watching her in her problem.

As the moments passed, she grew more and more excited. The thoughts of his
return were running through her mind. What would he do. Would he return to
ravish her, or to leave her in her excitement. Maybe it would be hours be-
fore he returned.

This was not the first time she had been tied up for a man. Though she did
not do it on a regular basis, she had done it enough to know a few of the
finer points of the game. She thought back to her initial experience.

The first time was a few weeks before her seventeenth birthday. She was
with her best friend, Kelly, over at Chuck's apartment, who was Kelly's boy-
friend. Kelly was only six months older than her, but Chuck was twenty-two.

- - - - - * - - - - -

Marcy had wondered what it was that made Kelly so interested in Chuck. He
was not too good looking, did not have a lot of money, and was not real
friendly. So she asked her friend what it was. At first, Kelly did not
know if she could tell the truth, but after an double oath of silence, she
confessed.

"It's what we do together," Kelly told Marcy, "or should I really say, what
he does TO me."

"What do you mean?," Marcy asked. "Great sex or something?"

"Well, it's like this," Kelly explained. "He have a kind of strange rela-
tionship. He loves to have sex, really we both do, but he likes it best
when I'm somehow tied up and unable to get free. To be honest, I do to."

"What?!," Marcy asked, not believing what she had just heard.

"Really," Kelly went on. "He ties me up, naked of course, and does whatever
he wants to me. Sometimes, he puts me across his knee and spanks my ass for
being naughty. Other times, I can't move as he goes down on me again and
again. It's really is fun."

Kelly talked about the things her boyfriend would do to her and the effects
it had on her. She then showed her some of the gadgets and how they were
used. Kelly even put on a pair of handcuff on Marcy to show how they work-
ed.

"You really get into this stuff and enjoy it, huh?," Marcy asked.

"Yep!," Kelly answered enthusiastically. "I always get so excited when we
play. Especially if we play some kind of game, like the kidnapped cheer-
leader. He says that was always one of his fantasies in school."

"Sounds like it could be fun, if you are willing to really try it," Marcy
remarked.

It was then that Kelly decided that Marcy should really try it for herself.
She said that maybe she would enjoy the feelings it gave her, and make her
orgasm like she did. Marcy decided to give it a test run. Why not. Chuck
would not be home for a few hours yet. Might be something worth it.

At first, Kelly tied Marcy up in a few different ways. but it was not real-
ly exciting. Neither of them were into lesbianism, and did not want to try
it, but Marcy did admit she could not see all the excitement in it, but then
they hit upon an idea.

They got on the phone and called Marcy's boyfriend, Chris. They told him to
come over to the apartment right away for a big surprise. They both got
ready for his arrival.

When Chris got there, he was greeted at the door by Kelly. All Kelly was
wearing was her low cut sweater and bikini panties. Her wrists and ankles
were in cuffs, and a leather collar was around her neck, with a chain pul-
ling her wrists up her back. Chris was spellbound as he looked at her.

She told him to come in and lead him to the bedroom, explaining that she was
to escort him to his surprise. He was told that he may do whatever he wish-
ed but not to release his present. She opened the door and told the confus-
ed boy to enter and enjoy.

He entered the room to find Marcy striped naked on the bed. Her wrists were
circled by leather cuffs and chained to the headboard. Her legs were in a
spreader bar, and chained in the middle to the bed, and her mouth was stuf-
fed with a huge ball gag, held in by a thin strap buckled around her head.
She twisted and turned on the bed, showing her boyfriend how much she wanted
him.

Kelly again prompted him to go ahead, but he hesitated for a moment. Kelly
saw the confusion in the boy and asked Marcy if she was truly going along
with all of this. Marcy grunted into her gag and nodded her head in appro-
val. Kelly closed the door behind herself, and released herself from her
bonds.

Marcy body was erotically violated for over an hour. Though she came only
once, she did thoroughly enjoy this new sensation. For some strange reason,
Chris and Marcy never again play bondage. Maybe Chris did not really know
what it was all about, or he was scared of it.

The whole time she was reminiscing, Marcy had been twisting and squirming
her body against the ropes that held her. She came out of her dream when
she heard the door open. Greenfield entered the room and locked the door
behind him. He was being very careful not to let anyone know what was going
on this night.

He did not speak a word, but untied her and directed her over to the tubular
rack. He went to the closet and retrieved several long strands of rope.
Going back over to the tubular rack, and ordered Marcy to standing inside
the frame of the rack. He tightly tied her right wrist over her head and to
the side support of the rack. Her left wrist received the same treatment.
She was told to spread her legs. She obeyed, and her ankles were tied to
the rack.

He held up a red ball gag to her. "This will be a little uncomfortable for
you, but I don't think you'll complain too much about it." Without asking,
she parted her lips to received the ball into her mouth. He tied the ends
behind her head. It was a snug fit that kept her jaws pried apart.

He checked the ropes once more, ran his hands down the sides of her body a
few times, and left the room, again locking the doors behind him. Once
again, she was alone with her own thoughts.

She struggled in the rope, but soon surrendered the idea of escape. She
still felt that itch between her legs, and it was growing even stronger.
She knew it would be a long time before he might take care of that. The
thought of being unrelieved just got her more excited as the minutes passed.

Her mind began to wonder again. It was Mark who last had done the honor of
binding her. As they went out to the stable one night, he told her he want-
ed to do something a little different. When the got there, he instructed
her to strip off her clothes. When she was standing naked before him, he
bound her hands behind her back. He proceeded to played with her bound body
for a several minutes. Unable to resist he actions just made her all the
more stimulated.

She was then placed on her knees and ordered to "suck the skin off" of his
hardon. He pumped his manhood in and out of her hungry mouth for several
minutes, moaning in pleasure the whole time before he felt his cum boiling
up in his balls. After he came all over her face and chest, he laid her
down on the straw, tied her spread legs to the posts, and licked her cunt
into an orgasm. They finished with Mark replacing his tongue with his dick
and screwing her silly. It was one of the most wild, erotic experiences she
had ever had.

- - - - - * - - - - -

It was over an hour before Greenfield returned to his prisoner. Marcy was
hoping then he might release her and impose his will on her. Instead, he
ordered her into the dressing room for a change of attire. She would find
her new outfit on the closet.

This time, her outfit was a black satin bustier, zipped in the front, with
garter straps, lace G-string and matching black stockings, but instead of
shoes, there were a pair of gold toed, ankle high boots with spiked heels of
gold. She thought the boots were a strange thing to wear with lingerie, but
she knew she had no choice in the matter.

She took off her white outfit. As she hung it up, she noticed that her
maids clothes were gone. "Now why would he take it?," she wondered, but
then she thought why worry about it. It was going to be some time before
she was going to need it again.

Comparing the two, she deemed the white one was better for romance. Some-
thing to wear when she wanted to be all woman, and let her man know it, but
the black one was better suited for intense sex. To let her man know he was
about to get it, but good. Maybe Greenfield had the same thoughts.

She pulled on the teddy. Again it was a perfect fit, although the style of
this one was designed to be tighter than the other, but it still was very
attractive. She pulled on the stockings and snapped them into the garters.
The boots also fit just right, but again were very high. She walked on them
for a moment to get the feel of them. Evidently Greenfield like women in
high heels, and the higher the better.

She sat down at the dressing table and redid her makeup She made her eyes
darker that before, and touched up her lips with a dark red lipstick. She
brushed her hair, giving it a little more of a wild look.

Looking on the table, she noticed there as a thin box, like the kind jewelry
come in. A note was attached to it addressed to her. She opened the note
first. It was from Greenfield. "Darling," it read. "Please except this
gift that I am giving to you. It is forever yours to keep. I hope you en-
joy wearing it."

It was not signed, but it was defiantly Greenfield's handwriting. She open-
ed the box to find a gold necklace. It was defiantly of good quality gold
and very beautiful. Her hands trembled as she put it on. Even in the low
lights, it sparkled in the mirror. For a few minutes, all Marcy looked into
the mirror at it and caress her fingers over it.

Coming back to, she thought she had better get a move on. She did not want
to make the master upset. She checked herself out in the vanity mirror.
She was very surprised at the results. Though it was not as romantic as the
other, she defiantly looked and felt sexy. The boots did pull off with the
outfit.

She went out to the playroom. Greenfield was seated in one of the leather
chairs. He did not look too upset or impatient. In fact, he looked rather
pleased. "Give me the full show, if you would," he said softly.

Again she slowly walked if front of him, turning on her heels, giving him a
exhibition. Marcy had done a little modeling in high school, and she knew
how to walk and hold herself.

"Very becoming," Greenfield said. "Do you like you present?"

Marcy wanted to tell him how much she loved it, but as she was about to
speak, she caught herself. She almost forgot her vow of silence. Instead,
she nodded her head and ran her fingers across it.

"Good," Greenfield said. "I'm glad you like it. Now let's get back to
business."

He guided her over to the pulley setup. He attached a spreader bar to the
hook. Marcy knew well what a spreader bar was. She had worn one before,
but instead of her ankles being spread apart, he locked her wrists into the
leather cuffs. He locked her ankles into a pair of steel leg cuffs. These
were different from the usual kind, because there were not any links between
the cuffs. Her legs were held security together.

"Open your mouth," Greenfield ordered. A black leather sack was pushed into
her mouth, which was attached to a wide leather strap. Her lips went over
the strap, forcing her mouth to be held open wider than it was with the ball
gag. The straps were buckled behind her head. Though it was not the most
comfortable thing she had ever worn, it was not as bad as she thought it was
going to be.

He walked over to a control panel and pressed a button. The electric motor
slowly pulled the bar up. He stopped it just was Marcy's heels were to be
pulled off the floor. If she stood straight, she could keep he feet on the
ground.

"There," Greenfield said. "That'll do, very nicely. I must say, leather
and steel agrees with you."

This was a new one for her. She knew this position was not for sex, but he
could do what he wanted to her, if he wanted. Greenfield knew his plan was
working. Marcy was getting more excited every minute. He started his next
phase.

He stood behind her and ran his hands up and down the sides of her body,
gently kissing her neck and shoulders. Wild chills ran down her spine. her
body shivered as his hands cupped her breasts and felt her hard nipples. He
pressed her hardon into her soft ass and glided his fingers over her satin
covered lips. He could feel the fever burning inside her.

For Marcy, it was over to fast. He stopped after just a few moments of tan-
talizing. He knew if her kept it up much longer, she would cum. It was not
her time yet. He kissed her shoulder, and left the room. Marcy was left
alone again, looking at herself in the mirror above her, and her lust run-
ning out of control inside her.

She twisted her body around. She pulled her ankles off the ground and let
her body swing from the chain. Her tongue played with the gag, wishing it
was his cock instead. She felt the fire in her cunt burning out of control,
and her juices flowing from between her lips. She planned that the next
time her hands were free, even for just a single moment, she would throw her
arms around him and release herself upon his body.

It seemed like hours before he returned, but it was only half an hour. She
had calmed down a little by now, but when she saw him enter the room, the
burning lust inside her body returned to its fever pitch.

He lowered the bar far enough to be able to release her wrists. Marcy
thought this would be her chance, but it never came. As fast as he released
her hands, they were pinned into the center of her back. A set of leather
cuffs pinned her wrists together, and attached leather straps went around
her upper arms to pull and hold her wrists between her shoulder blades.

He went over to the motor control and lowered the bar completely to the
floor. He then unlocked the steel cuffs from around her ankles and ordered
her to lay down on the floor, face up. He spread her legs and strapped her
ankles into the leather collars of the spreader bar. Marcy was not quite
sure what was to happen next.

Greenfield knelt over his bound prisoner, watching her struggled in her
bonds. He knew she could not get loose, and he was not about to let her get
loose. He pulled the top of the bustier down a little and freed her breasts
from the confines of the material. His fingers lightly squeezed her fleshy
mounds and hard nipples. He watched the girl shiver with his every touch.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small handle. Marcy quickly
realized that it was a knife. He touched the button, and the silver blade
sprung out from its cradle. For a moment, she did not know what was going
to happen. Was he going to cut her? Maybe blood turned him on, but he had
promised not to hurt her.

Her fears were soon relieved. He reached down to her soaked G-string and
slowly cut the silk panties off her. He slowly pulled them off of her, re-
vealing her treasure. Again his fingers probed her wetness and exploring
her tunnel. The girl made deep moans of pleasure into her gag.

For Marcy, the volcano inside her did not get the chance to erupt. He stop-
ped just as she was about to release her orgasm. She thought to herself
that this guy was really an ass. Why would he not let her cum.

Then she remembered, she was being punished. What better punishment is
there that not having your bodies greatest desire fulfilled. It was diving
her crazy. To be so aroused and excited, and not allowed to release an or-
gasm was defiantly the ultimate in discipline. What a punishment it was,
but it did have advantages over being spanked or fired.

Greenfield walked over to the control panel and pressed the lift button.
Slowly her legs were being pulled up off the floor. Soon her hips were lif-
ted up. Higher and higher the motor pulled her up until she was hanging
upside down. Her head was several inched off the floor. She hung there,
slowly turning from the chain that held her suspended

Greenfield walked back over to her. She expected him just to play with her
for a moment, drive her wild, and then leave her alone with her thoughts
again, but instead, he did what she wanted most.

She was hanging at just the right height for him to reach down to her nip-
ples and play with them while his mouth enjoyed the sweetness of her cunt.
His tongue slowly licked her lips and toyed with her clit. His fingers
squeezed her breasts and roll her nipples between his fingers.

This was by far the biggest thrill she had ever had. To be given exotic
lingerie, expertly placed into immobility, situated into ingenious posi-
tions, teased for hours, and finally orally brought to orgasm was the great-
est sexual experience she ever had, and probably ever would again. Within
minutes, she was on the edge of her orgasm.

Marcy was squirming her suspended body around like a fish on a hook. Maybe,
just maybe, that little itch inside her would finally be taken care of.
Greenfield knew that she was on the edge of it and wanted to keep her there.
He kept her from letting her orgasm for several minutes. He would speed up,
then slowed down, driving her absolutely wild. He wanted her to reach the
highest level of sexual fulfillment as possible.

When, at long last her orgasm came, it was the longest, most violent and
intense one she had ever had. She screamed into her gag and her body shook
wildly. It seemed like it lasted for minutes, and it was the best she ever
had.

When it was completely over, she hung there limply, breathing deeply and
contently. He rolled at padded table under her and slowly lowered her body
onto it. He released her mouth from the gag. She wooed for a moment, and
was about to tell him how great it was. A sharp, quick glance from him
silenced her. She remembered the vow.

He undid the leather cuffs from her ankles and wrists. She rubbed her
wrists and looked at the red lines the left. It could have been worse, but
it sure could not have been better.

The bed covers were pulled down. He gently picked her up, and carried her
over to the bed. She quietly laid on the soft white satin sheets as he re-
moved the boots from her feet and covered her with the top sheet and quilt.

"It's getting late," Greenfield said, "and you must be tired. Sleep for a
while. I'll look in on you later." He then pressed his mouth onto hers and
kissed her, long, slow and deep. He turned, lowered the lights, and left
the room.

Marcy laid in the middle of the bed, all warm, comfortable, and content.
She thought of the kiss he had given her. She loved the feeling of his lips
pressed against hers and the warm feeling it gave her. It was then that she
realized that it was the first time he had done anything to satisfy himself.
Everything else was designed to give her excitement and pleasure. She fell
asleep the folds of the satin sheets a happy and satisfied woman.

Marcy awoke several hours later. The room was still dimly lit. She sighed,
and rolled in the sheets. She was going to sleep some more, but she began
to relive the events of the night before. After a few minutes, she gave up
on sleep and sat up in the bed.

She noticed the nightgown and robe that were laying at the foot of the bed.
It was then that, except for her boots, she was still wearing her outfit
from last night. Greenfield must have brought the gown in earlier, and she
should change.

She took of the teddy and slipped into the gown. It was made of satin and
lace, and a light pink in color. She pulled the matching robe on and pulled
the tie tight around her waist.

She almost stepped on the slippers that were next to the bed. The slippers
were the kind you find in the expensive Hollywood catalogs. The had a three
inch heel, and fluffy feathers across the toes. This guy sure knew how to
spoil a lady.

Marcy turned up the lights. Not having much else to do, she took a walk
around the room. She looked at all the items in the room. The supply cabi-
net was of special interest to her. She studied the neat items that were
stored there. Some of them were completely escape proof, others were merely
for show rather than hold.

She had just put down a pair of leg cuffs when the door open, and Greenfield
walked in. Marcy was worried the he might be angry for looking at the
stuff, but he smiled and walked over to her.

"Do you like my collection?," Greenfield asked.

Marcy did not answer, but nodded her head.

"Good," Greenfield said. "You remembered not to speak. If you like, you
may now speak."

"Thank you, sir," Marcy replied.

"Does all this frighten you?," he asked as he looked into the cabinet.

"Oh, no, sir," Marcy answered. "Not at all. I was just admiring it." She
picked up a coil of rope. "I know what some of these thing are, but others,
I'm not quite sure."

"Are you asking me because you think I want you ask, or because you want to
know yourself?," Greenfield asked.

Marcy was taken aback for a moment. She thought over the question very
carefully. The real question is if she enjoys this or not. "I am truly
interested in this, sir," she answered, "and I really did enjoy last night."

"Is that the truth, Marcy?," Greenfield asked.

"Yes, sir," Marcy answered. "It's the truth."

Greenfield was satisfied with her answers. He gave a small smiled to the
girl. She returned one of her own. He took the rope from her hands.
"We'll look at this stuff later," he said, "but first, let's have something
to eat. You must be hungry."

She realized that she had not eaten a thing since dinner the night before.

He opened another door to exposed a small room. There was a small dinner
table in the center, covered with a table cloth, fine china and silverware.
Soft, soothing music played in the background. Against the far wall was a
buffet, covered with a large assortment of breakfast and brunch items.
There were pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, sweet rolls, fruit and nuts, cof-
fee, juice, and champagne.

They filled their plates, and sat down to eat. Marcy was not sure what to
say, if anything, but Greenfield started the conversation. They talked
about everything. He was an excellent conversationalist, but not once did
they talk about the night before, or any related subject.

"I took the liberty of talking to Ms Breeker for you," Greenfield said. "I
informed her that you were going out of town to visit friends, and you
wouldn't be in the rest of the weekend. I gave you the weekend off."

"I was wondering about that, sir," Marcy replied. "I... I wasn't sure what
to do."

"What you mean to say is, you were wondering if you punishment is over or
not," Greenfield said.

"Well, I guess that's what I mean," Marcy answered shyly.

Greenfield put his fork down, saying, "Tell me what do you think."

"Well," Marcy said, "under the law, the more severe the crime, the greater
the punishment is. It was an expensive vase. I was caught at the scene of
the crime, and I don't seem to have a lawyer. The evidence is against me,
and I guess I must expect the most harsh sentence under the law. I must
plead guilty to the charge, and except whatever sentence the court feels is
fair restitution."

Greenfield laughed. "Quite a analysis, young lady," he said. "Am I to as-
sume that I'm the Prosecutor, Judge, and Warden in this case?"

"Yes, your honor," Marcy answered coyly.

"Well, then," Greenfield asked, "does the defendant feel the punishment fits
the crime?"

"Yes, your honor," Marcy answered.

"Should I let you off so easy?," Greenfield asked. "Give you time off for
good behavior and an early parole, or make you serve the full sentence?"

"As the defendant," Marcy answered, "I'll say whatever it takes to get out
easy, but I know I must pay my debt to society, your honor."

She knew what he was doing. He was trying to find out if this was all to
much for her and if she wanted to get out of this now. She respected him
for it. She knew she had been kidnapped by him. Nobody knew where she was,
or what had happened to her except for him. She realized she was completely
under his control, and could not escape without his permission.

She did not want to walk away. Something was keeping her here. She wanted
to do more, and please him. She had enjoyed everything that has happened,
and was looking forward to what was next.

"Well," Greenfield said, "I can see that you haven't been reformed, and you
haven't fulfilled you debt to society yet. Therefore, I sentence you to the
full term under the law. Detention to begin immediately. This court stands
adjourned." He hammered the table with a butter knife.

This was the judgement Marcy was hoping for. "Thank you, your honor," she
replied.

Greenfield stood up and ordered her to remain quiet, and led into the main
room. She was taken over to the bed, and told to remove her robe and slip-
pers, and lay face down on the bed. She did as commanded, now wearing only
the gown, as he collected what he needed. Her wrists were pulled behind her
back and tied tightly together with red velvet strips. Her ankles were also
tied together with another strip. A third strip was inserted in her mouth
with another covering it and tied behind her head. Longer strips were wrap-
ped around her thighs, knees, chest and waist. A final strip was placed
over her eyes and tied behind her head.

"You will be serving the rest of your sentence in this room," Greenfield
said. "Consider it your cell for the weekend. I'll check up on you later."
He got up, turned down all the lights except for the bright one over the
bed. Marcy could not see a thing through the blindfold. She knew he was
leaving the room and would return when he wanted.

She lay on the satin sheets, trying to get free. She thought this might be
to simple, and she would be loose in a moment, but it was not going to be as
easy as she had hoped. For as soft as the were, the velvet cords were
strong and did not give an inch.

It was some time before she gave up. If she was going to be a prisoner, she
might as well try to escape. Not that she wanted to, but she felt she had
to try, but she knew the effort would be fruitless. Even if she did get
free, where would she go. All the doors were locked. All in all, she could
not escape is she really wanted to.

Her mind raced around. In the darkness, she began to imagine his return.
What would he do next. She had just about given up on guessing on him, but
most of all, when would he satisfy his needs. When would he just screw her
like crazy. She wanted that just as bad as he must.

It was two hours before he returned. Marcy was laying motionless on the bed
when she heard the door open. She heard his slow footsteps walking toward
her, but could not see him. At last, she felt him sit down on the bed. She
jump at the touch of his hand on her back.

His hand slowly moved up and down her back, her legs, and her ass. His
touch was so light. As his fingers slid over the satin material, shivers
ran down her spine.

He removed the strip from her eyes. She blinked in the strong light, but
soon adjusted to it. She rolled over and looked up at him. He was dressed
in a comfortable shirt and black dress pants. His hands continued to play
with her. His fingers ranged up and down her body. She sighed as he cupped
his over her chest. She closed her eyes and let the flood of sensation flow
through her body.

Greenfield continued to let his hands slowly play with her as he spoke to
her in a authoritative voice. "Go into the dressing room, and through the
other door," he said. "There you will find a small bathroom with shower.
You should find whatever you need. Take as much time as you like. In the
dressing room you'll find change of clothes in the closet. Change into the
outfit and return here. If you return before I do, wait here, I won't be
long. Do you understand?"

Marcy nodded her head. He untied the velvet cord from her body and removed
the gag from her mouth. She slowly walked over to the room and the door
closed behind her. She rushed over to the hutch to see what was there for
her.

There was a set of matching red lace bra, panties, garter-belt, and a set of
red silk stockings with seems running up the back. The red high heels she
wore before were also there. "Red is the color of passion," she said to
herself.

She went into the bathroom. The room as better than the typical bathroom,
The decor was bright and tasteful. The shower had the best scented shampoos
and conditioners. The towels were thick and plentiful and the finest impor-
ted soaps were available. The room was heated, to avoid chills.

She let the warm water run down her body. It felt good to let her arms
stretch, and the sweat wash off her. She got out and rapped a thick bath-
room around herself. She dried her hair, and used the curling iron. When
she was done, she went back to the dressing room.

She put on her makeup first. She kept the red theme going by using red-tin-
ted eye shadow and extra blush. She used the brightest red lipstick in the
table.

She put on the outfit and carefully pulled on her stockings. Nothings is
worst than a run in your stockings. Lastly, she pulled on the pumps. She
stood in front of the mirror.

Normally, she did not like the way she looked. She thought she was too fat,
or her chest was too small, but every time she looked into this mirror, she
liked what she saw. She just hoped Greenfield like it too.

It was a little more than an hour before she went back into the playpen.
The lights were on more even throughout the room. Greenfield was nowhere to
be seen. The bed had been changed into black satin sheets and the quilt was
gone. Other than that, nothing else was different. Her instructions were
to wait for him, so she went over to the bed.

She hesitated to lay down on bed. Maybe she had better wait to see what he
wanted. So she elected to sit in the wooded chair. The chair as an old
heavy one, and it creaked as she sat in it.

She did not have to wait long before he returned. He was wearing a white
silk shirt and a tight pair of leather pants. He entered the room and slow-
ly walked over to her. Before he got there, she stood up and modeled for
him before he would ask her.

"Yes," Greenfield said, "I do like it, and what's in it. Do you?"

Marcy nodded her head.

"Take your seat again," Greenfield ordered. "You're just where I want you."

Marcy sat down in the chair. He produced several coils of soft white rope
and began to tie her to the chair. Her wrists were tied to the arms of the
chair and her upper arms were roped to the chair back. He passed rope
around her waist and chair back. Her chest received the same treatment.
Lastly, her ankles and calves were tied to the legs of the chair.

He went around and checked all the knots. Marcy knew getting loose from
this one would be impossible. All rope ends were beyond reach, and all
knots were tight.

Greenfield showed her the red ball gag. "You remember this, of course," he
said. "As you can see, it's is style with you attire." Marcy opened her
mouth to receive the gag. He pushed it in, and tied the secured the ends.

He stepped back and watched the girl. Marcy struggled in the ropes, trying
to make some slack. Thought the ropes were not too tight, there was not any
room for movement. The chair creaked as she worked her body around.

Greenfield was satisfied with his work. He walked behind her and laid his
hands on her shoulders. She loved the touch of his hands on her bare skin.
She closed her eyes and moaned softly as his hands lightly roamed around her
body.

After only a minute, he stopped and left the room. She felt the itch bet-
ween her legs again. She felt herself getting hot and wet once more. Again
she knew the punishment of both the body and the mind was working on her.

She began to wonder who else had been brought into this room. There had to
have been others. She fantasied about a tall redheaded woman, chained
tightly to the rack. Her body stripped of her clothes, except for red spik-
ed heels, and held immobile. Her mouth filled with a leather gag. Green-
field had her so horny, that the juices were running down her legs and he
rolled her nipples between his fingers. It was hours before she had her
needs taken care of.

She then thought of another scenario where two women were tied together at
the waists. Their arms pulled above the naked bodies, and their spread legs
tied together at the ankles. The sweat poured off their hot bodies as he
played with them. Then they were tied kneeling back to back, as he took
turns receiving the blow-jobs they hungrily gave him.

Marcy could not help herself. The whole time he was gone, she squirmed in
the chair and fantasized. Her body getting hotter, and her mind getting
hornier. She dreamed of his return. She needed it so badly. When would he
return?

It was less than an hour later before he returned to her. He spoke not a
word, but slowly untied her from the chair, but left the gag in her mouth.
He pulled her to her feet, and lead her over to the bed.

He turned the girl around and stood behind her. She felt arms reach around
her and unhook the front clasp of the bra and it being pulled off of her.
Her hard nipples welcomed the cool air. Next, her panties were slowly pul-
led down her legs. She stepped out of them without a word.

He moved her to be laying on her back on the bed. He pulled out leathers
straps with leather cuffs on one end. He placed her left wrist in the cuff,
buckled it, and tied it to the brass headboard. Her right one received the
same. Her legs were spread, and two more straps secured them in place.

Marcy loved the smell and feel of fine leather. She loved the sound it made
as it moved, and how it felt on her skin. Greenfield as also a fan of lea-
ther, and used it whenever he could.

The girl worked her arms and legs, but found no relief form the straps. She
was tightly restrained, and slightly stretched. Completely vulnerable to
whatever he wanted. She stared up into the mirrored ceiling. She watched
the reflection of her naked body, squirming in its bonds.

He sat down on the bed next to her. He gently glided his finger over her
skin. She shivered at his touch. His fingers played with her, squeezing
and probing wherever they wanted. They felt her hard nipples, and entered
her wet cunt. Marcy wished he would not stop.

His tip of his tongue touched her nipples as he fingers her clit. Soon, his
whole mouth was on her breasts, gently sucking them. His fingers worked
faster on her clit, building her into a huge orgasm. Again her held her on
the edge, not allowing her to release. Marcy thrashed on the bed as much as
her restraints would allow.

After several minutes of closeness, he finally let her explode. She came as
long and hard as the night before. She tensed her body as the wave rolled
over her body. Then it finally calmed again, as she lay limp on the soft
sheets.

Greenfield stopped for a moment. Again his fingers gently glided over her
soft skin. The girl was breathing fast and deep, recovering from her
ordeal, but it was not long before she released she was getting excited
again. Greenfield was again playing with her nipples and clit. She felt
the itch return, and began to squirm again. She never got this excited so
quickly after and orgasm.

His touch got her hot once more. What a talent her had for it, but this
time, she wanted him deep inside of her. She wanted to feel his body slam
into hers as he pumped in and out of her. She wanted him like no man ever
before.

Greenfield stood up. Marcy was worried he was going to leave again, but
instead of leaving, he slowly removed his shirt. She got more and more ex-
cited as she did a slow striptease. She loved his muscular body, his chest,
his legs and tight waist.

At last, he was down to his black bikini brief. Marcy could see the huge
bulge in them, and wanted to see the true thing. He slowly pulled of the
brief to reveal his manhood to her. It was long and firm, and it stood hard
like a pole.

He gently stroked it, and it grew even larger. Marcy wanted do badly to be
doing it herself. Her twisted and turned as much as the leather would give.
She grunted and groaned into her gag, leading him to shove it into her.

He crawled on top of her and pressed her hardon onto her excited clit. He
slowly moved his body on top of body, dry humping her. Marcy returned as
much as she could. She could feel her orgasm building to monster propor-
tions.

He then lifted up and slowly pushed is cock into her. He did it so slowly,
that she wondered if it was too big to fit inside her. At last her was tot-
ally in her, and the tip seemed to touch bottom. Marcy moaned deeply as her
pushed it in a little harder. He squirmed it inside of her, driving her
wild.

He strokes started long and slow. He wanted to savor this for as long as
possible. Marcy too wanted it to last, but with each stroke, he got a lit-
tle faster, and she moved her hips a little more each time.

Finally, they were at full speed. He was ramming in to her, and she was
bucking like wild. Her muffled grunts and groans mixed with his, as they
both were heading toward their climaxes.

The wave of pleasure shot through Marcy's body. She tensed her body as it
shook her. Within a few seconds of starting, Greenfield rammed deep inside
of her and shot a huge load of cum deep into her. He pushed in deeper as
the cum poured out of him. At last, they were through.

He laid on top of her, his softening dick still inside her. He pulled the
ball out of her mouth, and pressed his lips onto hers. They kissed hard and
passionately for several minutes. Their bodies pressing into one another,
trying to become one.

Within minutes, Marcy noticed that he was hard again, and was slowly star-
ting to hump again. He stopped after a minute, and pulled out, much to Mar-
cy's disappointment.

Only for a moment, however. He untied the rope for the ball gag. He then
moved down to her ankles, unbuckled the belts and pulled them off of her
legs. Lastly, her wrists were freed from the straps. He then laid down on
the bed next to her. Again their mouths met. This time, Marcy could return
all the favors he had bestowed upon her.

Her hands stroked his chest as his caressed her hips. Her fingers wrapped
around his cock, as his played with clit. He both were breathing hard. His
lips kisses and sucked her nipples as she ran her fingers through his hair.

She rolled him onto his back, and moved her head down to his groins. She
licked the tip of is head, and tasted his cum. She kissed the shaft, and
finally took the whole thing into her mouth. She loved to give men head.
She almost got off on it as much as they did.

After a few minutes, she pulled her up to him, and she straddled his hips.
They humped for a few minutes, as the kissed deeply. She them moved up, and
he slid his rod inside of her. They fucked for a few moments with her on
top if him. Even though she was in the superior position, he still control-
led the situation. They moved well together, as they moaned and groaned.

He then rolled them over, and was on top again. She rapped her legs around
him and squeezes tight. They fucked faster and faster. Their sweat covered
bodies mashing into one another. They rolled from side to side on the
sheets.

She felt his body tighten up, and him ram into her. Just as he shot his
second load, she felt her climax hit. She screamed out with delight as he
grunted out his. Again the matched the orgasm together. Within a couple of
minutes, they were exhausted, with him laying on top of her.

After a few more minutes, the rolled over, pulled up the sheets, and cuddled
together. Marcy sighed contently as her held her in his arms. For several
minutes, neither of them spoke a word.

"May I speak, sir?," Marcy dared ask.

"Of course you may," Greenfield answered.

"If this is punishment," Marcy said, "I hope I'm in detention for life."

"Discipline has many forms," Greenfield said. "This happens to be my favor-
ite."

"It's mine now," Marcy replied, hugging him tightly. She felt strangely
content and safe in his arms. Not since she was a little girl and her fa-
ther's hugged her to drive the night creeps away had she such feelings. He
felt happy.

"Say," Greenfield said after a few moments, "how would you like to get out
and do a little shopping?"

Marcy giggled a bit. "I thought my term wasn't up yet," she asked.

"Call it a work release program if you want," Greenfield replied.

"Oh, yes, sir," Marcy said, "but I hope you are coming with me."

"Of course," Greenfield replied. "You can't leave without a guard."

They got up out of the bed. It was then Marcy realized she had one small
problem. "What am I going to wear?," she asked. "I don't think this is
appropriate streetwear, and I don't know where my uniform went to."

"I feel it's appropriate myself," Greenfield answered. "In fact, it's per-
fect, but not practical. We can't have men falling all over you, but it's
already covered. You'll find proper attire in the dressing room."

A complete change of clothes was waiting for her. A white blouse, tight
blue jeans, pantyhose, bra, white high heels and matching purse. By some-
way, everything she had worn in the past thirty-six hours has fit better
than her own clothes.

Marcy met Greenfield the playpen. He had changed into blue jeans and cowboy
boots. "A prisoner should be shackled if they leave the jail," he said,
"but I think handcuffs will do." She held out her wrist, and he snapped
them on her. Having her secured, they walked out the door to the garage.

"I gave the help the day off, except of Wayne," Greenfield said. Wayne was
the butler, and the head of the staff. He had been with the master for
years.

"Why Wayne, Mr Greenfield?," Marcy asked.

"He's the only one I trust," Greenfield answered. "He knows all about my
little quirks, except for you now. He also helped me construct the room,
and furnish it. In return, he and his wife use it on occasion, with my per-
mission."

"Does he know about me?," Marcy asked.

"No," Greenfield answered. "He knows there is someone here, but doesn't
know who. He's upstairs, and will not pry into this affair. All and all,
he's a very good man."

"He must be. sir," Marcy replied.

Greenfield stopped at the garage door, and said, "For the rest of the week-
end, you don't need to call me sir. You know my name is Ronald. Use that,
or Ron, if you like. I really hate formalities." He smiled at the girl.
She knew that she did not have to worry about anything.

"I like Ronald," Marcy said. "It's a handsome name."

They walked into the garage. "I don't think we need these for a while,"
Ronald said, taking hold of the handcuffs, "but I'll hang on to them in case
you get jumpy." He unlocked the cuffs from her wrists. "Which car do you
like to take?," he asked.

Greenfield was a car buff, and had several. A few imports, a Caddy, and a
couple old muscle cars from the late sixties.

Marcy walked over to the little red Merceedes-Benz convertible. "I always
wanted to drive around on a country road, doing about ninety, in a little
car like this," she said. "Could we take this one? At least I can say I've
been in one."

"If you like," Ronald answered. "Maybe we can make your dream come true."

They jumped in, put the top down, and took off. I was not a long drive to
the mall, but it became one. The went out onto the highway, and opened it
up to one-hundred miles per hour. It was a warm afternoon, and the breeze
blew through their hair.

The got to the mall about an hour later. The shopped around for a while
before the got to the shoe store. Marcy saw a pair of red spiked heels,
with ankle straps. "Do you like those?," Ronald asked.

"Yes, I do," Marcy answered, "and I'm sure you do too."

"You've guessed I like high heels on a woman," Ronald replied. "I think the
make a woman truly a woman. Men can have long hair, and can dress more fem-
inine, but heels a strictly a ladies item."

"Why's that?," Marcy asked.

"The make the leg look longer, and leaner," Ronald explained. "There's also
something sexy about them, but you must thing I'm strange."

"Oh, no," Marcy said. "Not at all. I completely agree with you. I love
heels, but never really wear them. I don't think I have the legs for them."

"Oh, shit!," Ronald said. "What woman thinks she does? A woman is either
never satisfied with herself, or she is so conceded no one is good enough
for her. My dear, you look sensational in heels, and everything else you
wear. I happen to believe that you are a most attractive woman."

Marcy was speechless. He had never been given such complements, and she was
deeply flattered. Not knowing what to say, she looked into the case at she
shoes.

"Would you like them?," Ronald asked.

"Yes, I would," Marcy answered, "but I can't afford them."

"No," Ronald replied, "but I can."

"Oh, no," Marcy said. "I can't let you do that. That's not fair."

"Why do you think I brought you here?," Ronald asked. "I intend to spoil
you rotten. This is only the start, and it continues in line with my plans.
Like I said, there are many forms of punishment. Are you coming with in
with me, or do I have to buy them without you trying them on?"

At first Marcy was not sure if she should protest more or not, but she felt
his air of mastery. If he wants her to have it, one way or another, she
will. The went into the store. She tried them on and fell in love with
them. Again she offered to help pay, but he would not hear of it.

The went into another store, and Ronald bought Marcy a red silk blouse.
Again she protested, but gave in to him. "I told you once," he said, "and
I'll tell you again, it's all part of the plan, and you will have it, one
way or another."

They proceeded next to a leather shop. Marcy stopped outside the door.
"Really, Ronald," she said, "this is too much. I like leather clothes, but
I don't want you to spent all your money on me. It makes me feel cheap or
something."

"Listen to me," Ronald said in a firm voice. "First of all, I have enough
money, but no one to spend it on. I like to spoil people. I gives me plea-
sure, and something to do. Second, you're not asking for it, nor expecting
it. So, your not cheap or something, and third, I want to, and I want you
to have it. Besides, I like a woman in leather and silk."

"That's too much," Marcy protested. "I can't let you buy everything in the
place for me. Besides, where am I going to wear all of this stuff?"

Ronald smiled, and answered, "Out to dinner with me tonight at Club Roger,
and then dancing at the Outrage, if you must know."

"Are you serious?," Marcy asked.

"Serious as a heart attack," Ronald answered. "Remember, spoiled ROTTEN!
Come on now, in we go. We have to get a move on. Hup, two, three, four!"

He had her try on a white leather miniskirt. The smell of leather, and the
way it moves on a body really turned her on. She came out of the dressing
room and showed her master. He smiled, and nodded in approvement. She
changed and came out. Ronald was over by the leather jackets. He held up a
red one. "Try this on," he said. "I think it will be a good fit."

Marcy slipped in on, snapped it closed, tied the sash, and asked, "Well?"

"Very nice," Ronald answered. "Take a look for yourself." He pointed to a
mirror.

"Oh, I love it!," Marcy said, turning around and looking at the back. She
looked at the price tag on the cuff, and asked, "Ronald, are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Ronald answered. "Discipline comes in many forms. I hap-
pen to like this form, not to mention your form. You also need a purse to
go with it."

They took the skirt, jacket and purse up to the register and paid for them.
The counter girl put them in boxes and bags, and the left the store. When
they were outside the store, Marcy stopped, and turned to Ronald, saying, "I
guess I should thank you for all of this. I never had anyone do so much for
me."

"No thanks are necessary," Ronald said. "I just hope you enjoy them all,
and tonight."

"With you, I KNOW I will!," Marcy replied.

The went out to the car. The air was still warm, but Ronald pulled the top
up. He then opened the glove box, and pulled out hand and leg cuffs. "You
were a little to disagreeable in there. I'm afraid you must wear these
home."

"I was a bad girl," Marcy joked as he locked her wrists behind her back, and
locked her legs together. He started the car and drove off. This time, he
went straight home.

The whole time, the girl struggled in the chains. She fantasized that he
picked her hitchhiking. He said he would give her a ride only if she agreed
to be handcuffed during the drive. Of course she played it out that half
way through the drive, he stopped the car and proceeded to give her a lesion
on not thumbing for rides.

Her dream did not come true. Soon they were pulling up the drive to the
estate and in the garage. He unlocked her ankles, but kept her wrists toge-
ther. They went into the house and back to the playpen.

"Since you weren't the model prisoner," Ronald said, "I an afraid that you
must be put into solitary confinement for a while."

"Yes sir, warden," Marcy replied. He removed her cuffs and ordered her to
strip her clothes off. When she was naked, she was commended to lay on the
bed, face down.

He pulled her wrists behind her back and tied and clinched them tightly with
lots of rope. Her ankles were then roped together in a similar manner. He
then attached a length of rope to her wrists, bent her legs, and tied the
other end to her ankles. She laid on the bed in a very tight hog-tie.

She rolled around an the bed for a few moments, trying to get loose. She
grunted and groaned as she tried to loosed her ropes. Greenfield looked at
her struggled. The both knew that she was not going to get loose.

He shoved a cloth into her mouth and held it in place with another one tied
around her head. Her groans were muffled as she continued to fight the
bonds. He collected her clothes, and left the room.

She laid on the bedspread, rolling and turning around, trying to free her-
self. She really did not want to get loose, but it was fun to try. Soon
her body was getting hot and sweaty. Was the room getting warmer, or was
she getting hot from her struggles.

Marcy struggled for quite some time before she was exhausted. She felt her
body begin to ache, but she still relished the ropes that held her. She
felt herself getting sleepy. She never had slept when she had been tied up,
but then again, she never had been tied up in so many different ways, with
so many different restraints, for so long. She closed her eyes and gave in
to sleep.

She awoke to find her body covered with sweat. During her nap, she had hor-
ny dreams about being tied and ravished by several men. She then noticed
Greenfield sitting in the chair, watching her. She again started to strug-
gle as her got up and came over to her.

Ronald untied her ankles form the wrists, and then removed the ropes around
her ankles. He spoke to her in soft, erotic words, saying, "I've been
watching you. Did you have dirty little dreams? You must have because your
body is wet and your ass is twitching. Your ass is so soft and firm. You
like it touched, don't you. Does this feel good too?" His fingers explored
her, and played with her clit. Marcy moaned into her gag.

Within a moment, she was hot with desire. Greenfield knew it, and was horny
himself. He dropped his pants, climbed on top of her and rammed his rod
into her. His hips ground into her ass. He rammed into her hard and fast.
Marcy was squirming under him, her orgasm building higher and higher. She
raised her ass up, trying to get him in deeper.

It was several minutes before he felt his climax building up. He moved his
sweat covered body faster and faster as it got closer. Marcy released her
orgasm, groaning through her gag. Greenfield knew it, and it made him all
the more excited.

Marcy could not wait for him to explode inside her. She wanted to feel his
load rush into her. Greenfield held it back for as long as her could. When
he shot, it was like a dam had burst. He mounded loudly, plunging himself
into her deep. Marcy arched herself, trying to let it deep inside her, and
moaned deeply. It seemed like he pumped in more and more each time.

He did not move for a moment, letting the feeling of relief flow over him.
He then pulled himself off her and pulled on his clothes. Marcy expected
him to release her, but instead he tied her ankles together, untied her
wrists, rolled her limp body over, and retied her wrists together. He then
attached her wrists to the head board, her ankles to her footboard, and left
the room.

For a few moments, she was upset. Why did not her untie her and lay next to
her. She wondered if she was really just a good lay for him, but then she
remembered what this was all about. She was being punished. He had his
plan, and she had to follow it. She knew that she was more that just a good
time. She felt in her heart that she was falling for him, and would do
whatever her wanted. This was what he wanted, and what she deserved.

Marcy again slept soundly for a while. She was awoke by the gentle touch of
his hands on her body. His fingers sent shivers of pleasure up her spine.

"A nice nap, my love?," Ronald asked as he pulled the gag out of her mouth.

"Yes," Marcy answered. "I dreamed about you."

Ronald united her body. "It's about time for you to her ready for dinner,"
he said. "Your clothes are in the dressing room. Meet me back here."

"May I ask you something?," Marcy asked.

"You may," Ronald answered as he handed her the satin rope.

"How did you know all these clothes would fit me so well?," Marcy asked.

"I got the sizes from you uniform," Ronald answered. "After that, it was
very simple. I did have to guess on a couple things, but I think I was cor-
rect."

"It was amazingly correct," Marcy said. "Did you buy it all?"

"Yes," Ronald answered, "I picked everything out for you specially, and it's
all yours to keep if you like."

"You're too good to me," Marcy replied. "I... I don't know how to thank
you."

"You've thanked me by being here," Ronald said. "Now get along, we have
reservations at seven, and I'm getting hungry. I can be a real animal when
I haven't eaten."

"You are already one," Marcy said through a giggle.

Ronald laughed, took her hand, and went with her to the dressing room.
There he kissed her, and left.

The hutch and dresser were filled with all the clothes she had worn in the
past day. A few other outfits were also there, all in her sizes. What a
way to be punished.

Marcy showered and cleaned up. She did her hair and makeup again. She want
for a more refined look, yet still attractive and sexy. She took her time,
trying to look her best for him. She did not want to have him embarrassed
to be seen with her. She selected a wonderful soft perfume that she hoped
he liked.

She found a white lacy bar and panties, and matching garter-belt. He seemed
to like that Victorian look in lingerie. She was not quite sure what stock-
ings to wear. Red would be too much, and white did not quite seem to fit.
She then found the perfect choice. She chose the ever traditional seamless
tan stockings. They were of pure silk and so smooth. She gently glided
them on, and gently moaned. The felt so good against her skin.

She slipped on a white pair of heels and stood in front of the mirror.
Though she never was a real fan of garter-belts, stockings, and lingerie
before, she was now. There was something special about it. It made her
feel so feminine and attractive, and the heels brought it out in her.
Greenfield was right about that. Next week, she was going out and buy some
new outfits for herself.

She finished getting dressed. She slipped on the silk blouse and leather
skirt. She was afraid her new shoes were going to kill her feet, but they
were soft and flexible. She walked comfortable in them. She put on her
gold necklace, grabbed her purse, took one last glance in the mirror, and
was about to go back to the playpen when she noticed a little jewelry box on
the table addressed to her, labeled, "To be worn tonight."

She opened it to find a beautiful gold ankle bracelet that matched her gold
necklace. It shined in the light as she put in on her right ankle.

Greenfield was already in the playpen when she got there, reading a leather
bound book. He was wearing black slacks, white shirt, a tweed jacket and
leather shoes. He put the book down as she approached. Marcy turned on her
heels, and gave him a fashion show. "Do you like it?," she asked

"Yes," Ronald answered, "I like it very much. You look ravishing, my dear."

"I hoped I wouldn't disappoint you," Marcy said.

"The only way you could do that is if you didn't wish to go with me," Ronald
replied. "Shall we go?"

Marcy thanked him for the present, but he said, "No thanks needed. Just
enjoy it," as he held out his arm, and they left the room, arm in arm.

The went to the garage and got into the caddy. It has smoked windows, power
sunroof, and every option they made. On the set was a single red rose. He
did not say a word about it, but Marcy held it the whole time they drove to
the restaurant.

The place was a kind of casual elegance. Most of the men were wearing jack-
ets, and a few had ties. The women ranged from long formal to overly tight
jeans. Marcy was worried she would look out of place, but soon relaxed.
The host was a tall blond woman who was the most poised woman Marcy every
had seen. She warmly welcomed them and lead them to their table.

The waiter was the one Greenfield requested. He got them their drinks and
described the chefs creations.

"This is the best place in town for a steak," Greenfield said. "Also the
prime rib is excellent."

"It all looks so good," Marcy said looking at the outrageous prices. "I
don't know what to have."

"Do you mind of I ordered for us?," Ronald asked.

"Please do," Marcy answered.

"We'll both have the Surf-and-Turf," Ronald told the waiter, "done medium,
and a bottle of red wine."

"Excellent choice, Mr Greenfield," the waiter said. "I'll be back in a mo-
ment with your salads."

"I never had lobster before," Marcy stated.

"Well, then you are in for a treat," Ronald said.

Suddenly, a short, stout man walked up to the table. "Greenfield!," he said
almost shouting, "Ronald Greenfield. How the hell are you, old boy?"

"Well, hello, James," Ronald said, shaking the man's hand. "It has been a
while."

"Oh, it's been almost a year since I saw you last," James said.

"You're looking very fit," Ronald countered.

"Lost twenty pounds on one of those California diets," James replied. "Ne-
ver felt better." He turned to Marcy, saying, "Who is this lovely crea-
ture?"

"Excuse my manners," Ronald answered. "James Rolland, meet Miss Marcy
Hughes. James and I are old friends."

"How do you do, Mr Rolland," Marcy said holding up her hand.

"Oh, James, please," James said, "and the pleasure in all mine."

Greenfield gave Marcy an approving glance and nod. She knew she just passed
the society test.

"Come join Rachel and I for dinner," James said. "We have much to talk
about."

Marcy was worried. What would she have to say to rich upper classes. What
did she have in common, but Ronald took care of it for both of them.

"I sorry, James," he said, "but I must decline. We came for a quiet little
dinner. I sure you understand."

"Now don't tell me you're going to keep this lovely lady away from us, and
captive all to yourself?," James asked.

"Yes, that is my idea," Ronald answered. He shot Marcy a quick smile. She
got the joke. His captive, all to himself.

"Oh, well," James said. "Our loss." He looked at Marcy with a lust in his
eye. She could tell the man was undressing her with his eyes. Marcy just
accepted it as a complement. "Don't keep the boy up all night," he said.
"He needs his rest. A pleasure, Miss." He shook her hand.

"Nice to have meet you," Marcy replied.

The two men shook hands, said a word of salutation, and James Rolland wad-
dled off to his table.

"Thank you for not accepting his offer of dinner," Marcy said.

"Marcy," Ronald said, "the old man is a coot, and to be perfectly honest, a
jerk. He came over here not to see an old friend, but to impress the rest
of the place. He wants everyone in here to think he's some kind of hot
shot, and more than likely, would have made a play for you right in front of
his wife. I hope you really didn't want him to maul you under the table."

"It's not that," Marcy replied. "It's just I don't know how to act around
these people. I'm not that sophisticated."

"I understand what you are saying," Ronald said, "but you don't have to do
an act. You don't need to be fake like the rest of these people. Just be
yourself. Make them fall for you like you are, like I have. As for sophis-
tication, you have plenty of that, more than these fakers."

"I don't fit in, though," Marcy said. "We have different experiences and
backgrounds."

"You fit in better than you think," Ronald said. "See that woman sitting
over there with the tight blue dress?" He pointed to a table across the
room. "That's Lucy Palmer. Before she met Palmer, she claimed she was an
actress, but in reality, she was a stripper at a low class joint. Palmer
came in one night, they played nookie in the back, and whammo, she's got him
hooked. Two months later, they're married. She married old man Palmer for
the money, and has cheap little affairs on the side when he's at work or out
of town."

"You're making that up," Marcy replied.

"Nope," Ronald said. "Every word of it is true. She made a play for me one
night at a party I was giving, right under the old man's nose."

"What did she do?," Marcy asked.

"She asked me if I could tell he all about foreplay," Ronald answered.
"What a LINE! I told her to consult Webster's."

Marcy giggled. "You didn't," she said.

"I sure did," Ronald replied. "Since then she hasn't spoke a word to me,
which is no great loss, I assure you. The real kicker of it, she can't say
a word to the old man. It must drive her crazy."

"I don't believe it," Marcy said. "Your making up every word of it."

"I give you my word it's the honest truth," Ronald said. "I could give you
a dozen stories similar to it. So you see, the social circle is in no way,
shape, or form and better and anyone else."

Marcy felt better. If the stories were true, then she could fit in without
any problem. If they were not, then it meant Ronald did not care if she did
not fit. All he wanted was for her to be comfortable.

The dinner was excellent, and the conversation was enjoyable. They left for
the night club. As they drove, Marcy felt comfortable with this man. He
was warm, sensitive, and kind. Something was kindled in her heart, a feel-
ing she never had before.

They arrived at the club, and were escorted to the best table in the house.
The music was loud, and the lights were low. They ordered drinks, and danc-
ed away the night. Greenfield was a good dancer. He knew how to move his
body to the music. Marcy was good too. They danced well together.

At about two o'clock, they left the bar. The car was pulled up for them by
a Spanish man with a heavy accent. Greenfield gave him a tip, and they
drove off.

Marcy felt his hand close around hers. She did not pull it away. "I had a
wonderful time," she said.

"I did too," Ronald replied. "It was the company."

They drove the rest of the way in silence.

Back at the house, they walked in together, with his arm around her waist.
"Does this mean the work release program is over?," Marcy asked.

"For tonight," Ronald answered. "You did miss curfew."

"Then I better pay the price for it," Marcy said. She turned around, and
placed her wrists behind her back. Greenfield pulled out a pair of hand-
cuffs, and locked her wrists. "Back to my cell, I assume?," she asked.

"You assume correctly," Ronald replied. The red ball gag was placed in her
mouth, he tied the ends, and led her to the playpen.

They entered the room. Marcy turned to face her master. Greenfield threw a
large pillow in front of her. "Get on your knees," he ordered. Marcy drop-
ped to the floor and knelt on the cushion. He opened her jacket and pulled
it down off of her. It bunched around her wrists. He knelt behind her and
carefully unlocked her right wrist, pulled the jacket off her arm, and re-
locked the cuff. He then did the same procedure with her other arm. Her
jacket was laid in the chair.

Greenfield walked behind her and locked her left ankle in a leg cuffs. He
looped the other end around the chain of the handcuffs and locked the other
end on her right ankle. Thus, she was loosely hog-tied.

Marcy struggled for a moment. The cold steel held her extremely tightly.
She looked at her master and saw the big bulge in his pants. For several
minutes, she squirmed and grunted as she stood by looking on.

She was not surprised at his next action. In fact she expected it. He
stood in front of her, and open his pants. His freed rod sprang out. He
held it with one hand, slowly stroking it for several minutes. It seemed to
grow bigger with each moment. Marcy jabbered through her gag, telling him
not to tease her and how much she wanted to suck on it.

"Now it's your turn to please me," Ronald said. He pulled the gag out of
her mouth, and replaced it with his cock. She hungrily took it in and star-
ted to pump on it. He pulled it out of her. "Slowly," he said. "Don't
rush it. That way we make it last longer."

He slowly inserted it back into her mouth. Marcy gently moved her lips over
the shaft. She was excited, and wanted to really go down on him, but knew
he would just pull it out again if she did. Inch by inch, his manhood moved
in and out of her.

She tried to speed up, but again he pulled it out and warned her to slow
down. The problem was she was very excited now, and wanted him to explode
in her mouth.

The minutes went on. Bit by bit, she moved faster. Greenfield did not pull
away. He stood there, with his hands playing with her hair. He moaned
softly, and Marcy moaned herself.

Soon she was pumping on him like mad. She wanted it, and he was not going
to stop her. She knew he was close when he groaned aloud. She took it in
as far as she could, and prepared for the flood. Greenfield held his hands
on her, pushing in farther, and shot his cum. She quickly swallowed down
every drop he gave her.

There seemed no end to it all. Marcy was amazed at the amount of cum he
shot. This was his fourth time today, and he still shot more than most men
do on there first.

When he had finally stop shooting, he pulled himself out and pulled up his
pants. He then replaced the ball back in her mouth and unlocked the leg
cuffs. He picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He unlocked the
handcuffs, pulled the gag out of her mouth, and ordered her to strip off her
clothes.

She stood up, and did a slow striptease for him. Each button on the blouse
took its own sweet time. She slowly slid the leather skirt off her wiggling
ass. Her bra and panties also delightfully drag on. At last, when she was
down to her garter-belt and stockings, he stopped her.

She was ordered onto the bed. Her wrists were tied together in front of her
with lots of soft white rope, then attached to the headboard. Her ankles
were also roped loosely together, and tied to the footboard. A soft white
cloth served as a gag.

"My dear, you looked very lovely tonight," Ronald said. "I never had the
pleasure of escorting someone as ravishing as you." He kissed her on the
head. "Until tomorrow, sleep well." He covered her up with the comforter,
turned down the lights, and left the room.

Marcy laid awake for a few minutes. She knew the rope was meant to tell her
that he was still in control, and everything was according to his will.
Still, she felt she meant more to him than just a wild fantasy. The rope
was just a reminder to her to keep in line for the rest of the weekend, but
maybe tomorrow, she could have one of her fantasies acted out. She fell
asleep, with visions of him doing all sorts of wonderfully wild things to
her tomorrow.

She awoke in the morning refreshed and happy. She rolled around as far as
her ropes would let her in the satin sheets. They were so comfortable to
sleep on, and felt so good against her skin.

Greenfield returned to the room carrying a small tray. This he set next to
the bed, and sat down next to her on the edge of the bed. He leaned over,
pulled the gag out of her mouth, and passionately kissed her. She was ready
for another love making session, but instead, he gave his orders for the
morning.

"I brought you something to eat," Ronald said as he untied the ropes on her
wrists. "The door to the dressing room is open. I'll be back in two hours.
Be wearing only a black garter-belt, stockings, and heels. Understand?"

Marcy nodded as he untied the last of the rope from her wrists. He stood
up, and left the room.

Marcy's breakfast consisted of muffins, fruits, and juice. He ate quickly
because she was hungry. After she was finished, she sat in bed for a few
minutes, cuddling a pillow. She wondered what was in store for her today.

She went to the dressing room and found her clothes. The heels were just
like the red ones, and had little ankle straps In the room, there was enter-
tainment center with a television and stereo. She turned on her favorite
station, and got ready for the day. She showered, dried and styled her
hair, did her makeup, and put on the clothes he requested.

She did not know what time it was. It had to be late morning, or early
afternoon. For the past few day's time was unimportant to her. She did not
even know if it was early or late, but she did not care.

She went back to the playpen. Greenfield was not there, but had been some-
time ago. The sheets on the bed had been changed to black satin. The blan-
kets was gone too. She laid down on the bed and awaited his return.

He came back wearing tight black leather pants, a black shirt, and carrying
a small bag. Marcy watched him approach her. He looked good in black, very
manly

"Come over here," Ronald said. Marcy got up off the bed, and walked over to
him. He was standing by the pulley setup. Her wrists were chained together
with a bright silver chain and padlock. Her wrists were then locked to a
loop on the pulley setup. He started the motor and lifted her wrists above
her head. He shoved a black penis gag into her mouth and latched the straps
behind her head. He then spread her legs and locked her ankles into a
spreader bar.

For a moment, he stood back and watched her. Marcy struggled, trying to
free her wrists from the chains. He wondered if she really liked to strug-
gle, or if it was an act. He then opened his case and took put some kind of
plastic device with leather straps attached.

"Do you know what this is?," Ronald asked as he held it up to her. Marcy
shook her head.

"This is the latest in sexual technology," Ronald said. "It's a remote con-
trolled exciter vibrator. It so thin and decreet, it can even be worn under
clothing. Let me show you how it works." He walked behind her and talked
like a salesman while he worked.

"This inserts into the vagina, and this part covers the clitoris," Ronald
explained. "These straps hold it in place. This one goes around the waist
like so, these strap around the thighs, and this one goes from front to back
like this." He tightly strapped the thing on her body. Marcy was wondering
how well it worked.

"As you can see," Ronald said, "it was designed to hold snugly in place
while you wear it." He held up a small black box that looked like a tele-
vision control. "This is the remote control. It has a range of about one-
thousand feet. It turns the unit on and off, and controls the speed of it.
Allow me to demonstrate."

He pressed the button. Immediately she felt the thing slowly vibrating bet-
ween her legs. It did not make much noise at all, like a bee buzzing far
off. It was very arousing feeling, like a tongue lightly licking her. He
pushed the accelerators button and the unit vibrated a little fast. Her
insides were tickled and her clit was stimulated.

He kept speeding it up, making it move faster and faster inside her and over
her clit. Marcy squirmed more, her breathing got faster, and her heart
pounded. She felt herself burning red hot, and the juices flowing between
her legs. She sucked on the penis gag like it was a hard cock, ready to
shoot its load into her. If he kept this up, it would not be long before
she would cum.

She was on the edge of a climax. He knew she was about to cum, and watch
her thrash in her chains and listened to her moan and groan. As the wave of
pleasure hit her, she closed her eyes and screamed into her gag as she felt
herself let go. She twisted and turned as her body tensed up. Within a
moment, it was over, and the unit was lightly buzzing again.

"You get the idea," Ronald said as he took her down from the hook and car-
ried her over to the bed. He used soft leather straps to tie her wrists and
ankles to the bed frame in a spread eagle. He then got something else out
of his bag.

"Now, for the rest of the morning, we'll let you try it out," Ronald said.
"See if you like it, but it seems to work best when one is in the dark, so
here we have the solution to that." He covered her eyes with a black lea-
ther blindfold, and buckled the straps behind her head. "That's better. It
will give you the full effect. I'll leave you alone to enjoy it." He turn-
ed and left the room.

Marcy lay on the bed in total darkness, having wave after wave of delight
roll over her. The minutes seemed like hours. From time to time, the unit
would speed up, but then slow down. Sometimes, it would speed up just in
time to make her climax. Other times it would slow down before she could.
She came five more times before he returned to the room, almost two hours
later.

The sheets were covered with the sweat from her body. Marcy was exhausted.
She just lay there as her removed the vibrator and took of her shoes.
Greenfield undid the straps, removed the blindfold and gag, covered her with
the top sheet, and left. Within a few minutes, she was sound asleep.

Marcy woke up a few hours later. At first, she did not see Greenfield was
sitting in the chair watching her, but he spoke up. "Did you have a nice
nap?," he asked.

Marcy nodded her head.

"You may speak if you like," Ronald said.

"Yes," Marcy said. "After all that, I needed one."

"I can imagine," Ronald said. "Tell me, how did you like the little toy?"

"It was INCREDIBLE!," Marcy answered. "I couldn't believe how turned on I
was. I couldn't rest for one minute before I would start getting excited
again."

"Good," Ronald said. "I'm glad you liked it."

"But," Marcy said softly, "it's not as good as the real thing." She sat up
and put her heels back on. She then laid back down in a most suggestive
position. She wanted him, but did not want to ask for it.

He took the hint and came over to the bed. Marcy began to undress him, but-
ton by button, until his shirt was off. He played with her legs, slowly
stocking them from her hips to her ankles. When all he was warning was his
leather jeans, she pushed him down onto the bed and sat onto of his legs.
She undid the button, and pulled down the fly to reveal his monster prick.

She pulled his pants off and laid down between his legs. She laid gentle
kisses up and down his hard shaft. Her tongue lightly ran the length of it
and teased the tip. Bit by bit, she took more of him in until at last her
lips were surrounding his cock at the base.

Greenfield breathing got faster as she moved her mouth faster and faster up
and down his manhood. He felt himself throbbing inside her. Her tongue
played with him as her lips pumped his rod.

At last, he felt his orgasm about to flow. Marcy knew it, and slowed down.
Now it was her turn to be the tease. Each time he got close, she would slow
down and wait until it receded, then speed up again.

She kept it up for twenty minutes before she let him finally release. When
he did, he seemed to pump gallons down her throat, but she swallowed every
drop until he softened. Proud of herself, she laid beside the master and
listed to his heart beet. For several minutes, they did not speak.

Without a word, he rolled the girl over onto her back, spread her legs, and
moved his mouth down to her lower lips. He began that great head action he
had done so well before. Within minutes, Marcy's clit was stimulated, and
her insides were drenched.

She rolled her ass into the mattress as she felt herself getting closer and
closer to her own orgasm. She moaned and groaned as his tongue explored her
insides and he kissed her clit. She felt it about to hit and wonder if he
was going to tease her also.

He did not. Her body tensed, and she exploded in a wave of pleasure. Every
nerve in her body jumped. Then it was over, and she was limp on the bed.
Greenfield slowly and gently kissed her vagina for another minute.

He then rolled her over and told her to get on her hands and knees. With
her ass sticking up in the air, he rammed himself into her and began to ra-
vish her with long, fast, hard stocks. Marcy squealed with delight, and
groaned with almost every stroke.

Within minutes, the both felt their orgasm building. Greenfield rammed even
harder, bottoming out inside her. Marcy dropped her chest to the mattress,
but kept up on her knees. The groaned together as the rush of pleasure hit
them together and the both released their orgasms.

When they were through, the fell down on the bed, pulled up the top sheet,
and laid together hugging one another. They did not speak a word, relishing
the moment.

"Do you feel like getting a little something to eat?," Ronald asked after a
while.

"In a minute," Marcy answered. "I don't want to move just yet."

After a few more minutes of cuddling together, Marcy went to the dressing
room to put on some clothes. She found a pair of blue jeans and a bulky
sweater. She rejoined him in the playpen. He was wearing a pair of jeans
and a polo shirt. Together, the went to the kitchen and whipped up lunch.

They made themselves sandwiches and soup. The conversation was light and
fun. They joked together, and he even paddled her behind with an egg turn-
er. The meal was of the same spirit.

When they finished, they cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher.

"Where's Wayne?," Marcy asked.

"I gave him the day off," Ronald answered. "I thought you might want to be
alone today."

When they were through, they went over to the den. This is where Greenfield
spent most of his time. I was panelled in a dark oak finished, furnished
with a leather couch and chairs, a heavy wooden table and chair set, and the
best entertainment center she ever seen.

He turned on the receiver to a adult contemporary station. The acoustics
were perfect. Each note and word could be heard in perfect harmony.

They sat on the couch, and talked for a while. He asked her questions about
her past, her family, her schooling. It seemed to her that he wanted to
know everything about her. Even when she asked him a question, he would
turn it around in a minute and be talking about her.

After a couple of hours, he decided she was not telling him everything, and
she needed a few minutes in restraints again to help her remember. She was
told to sit on one of the heavy wooden chairs. He tied her wrists to the
arms of the chair, and her upper arms to the back. Her ankles were tied
tightly together and attached to the crossbar. Her knees were also tied
together. A final long rope was tied around her chest and waist and to the
chair. When he was finished, he pulled up a chair in front of her and
watched her struggle.

"Why do you struggle so much when you are tied?," Ronald asked. "Is it you
don't like it and really want to get free, of is it something else?"

"No," Marcy said, "I do like it, very much. It's simply more fun to strug-
gle. The more I fight it, the more I know I can't get free. I makes me
feel more helpless and how I'm under the control of someone, and it carries
the excitement out more."

Ronald liked the answer she gave. It was what he wanted to hear.

"Are you going to gag me?," Marcy asked.

"How can I question you if you cannot speak?," Ronald responded.

He asked her how she got into bondage, and what her past lovers did for her.
She told him about the first time, how Kelly showed her, and the first time
it happened. She told him about a few other times too. She felt so at ease
with him, she could tell him everything.

"And what about Mark?," Ronald asked.

Marcy stopped her struggling and sat there spellbound with her mouth open.
She did not think he knew about that.

"Yes," Ronald said, "I know about your little trips to the stables. I over-
heard him tell one of the other boys. He did pay you a great compliment in
a left handed way."

"What did he say?," Marcy asked at last.

"In a much cruder way," Ronald answered, "he said you were very good in the
hay. Actually, I envy him."

"Why?," Marcy asked.

"Perhaps I shouldn't say," Ronald said, "at least not now, but what about
Mark?"

Marcy could tell he did not want to talk about it right now. So she thought
she might ask him a few questions. "Oh, nothing really," she said. "He's
okay, but kind of a jerk. He was just there when I needed... What I mean
is..."

"I understand," Ronald said as he untied her from the chair. "You don't
need to say anymore."

"That's enough about me," Marcy said. "Tell me something about you."

"Like what?," Ronald asked as he led her over to the couch.

"Tell me about your first time," Marcy answered. "How did you get so invol-
ved in bondage?"

Ronald looked at the floor, saying, "That's a long, rather complicated
story. If you really want to know, I'll tell you, but it might make you
think of me in another light."

"If you don't feel comfortable about it, then please don't," Marcy said. "I
don't want to upset you."

Ronald thought for a moment, and then looked deep into her eyes. He smiled.
"Perhaps it would be good to talk of it," he said. "I never told anyone
about it before, and since you told me all, I would be a hypocrite if I
don't tell you what you want to know, but yo must agree to keep it between
us alone."

Marcy nodded her head. Ron sat back, and told his story.

"First off," Ronald began, "I'm the only natural child my parents ever had.
Before I was born, my parents thought they couldn't have children. Since
they wanted kids, they decided to adopt a child, but as fate would have it,
the very day they signed the papers for my sister, my mother learned she was
pregnant with me. As a result, my sister, Sandy, is less then a year older
than myself. They decided they could love two children as much as one, and
that they did. They never cared for one more than the other. My sister and
I became very close, and even to this day, we are."

"Until the time I was twelve," Ronald went on, "our mother stayed home with
us, but then our mother decided she wanted to go back to work. We had no
problems with it, and when we started back for the fall semester, she got
herself a job in a marketing firm, and went to work. It was strange to come
home to an empty house, but we soon adjusted to it, and carried on. My sis-
ter and I became rather good cooks because of it. When the summer vacation
came on, that's when things were different. If it was raining outside, we
couldn't go out. Before we would go to the museum, or the library, but now
Sandy and I would watch television, or play together."

"By now, I was thirteen, and she fourteen," Ronald said. "At that age, you
get pretty cocky. I guess that had a lot to do with it. We were watching a
movie where the heroin was tied to a tree and gagged, setting the trap bait
for the hero to walk into. My sister made a remark that the girl could get
free, if she really wanted to. One thing led to another, until I made the
comment betting her she couldn't get away either. `Oh, yeah, I bet I
could,' she said. I, of course, replied she couldn't, so I told her to put
up or shut up. She agreed to the challenge, and went to the basement. I
got a piece of rope, and tied her wrist around the support post."

"She got free in a matter of moments, and proceeded to tell me so," Ronald
continued. "I said she got lucky, and couldn't do it again. Again she ac-
cepted, and I retied her. This time, I did a much better job, and she
couldn't get free. This time, she said I got lucky, and we were even, so we
made a contest. I would tie her five more times. If she could get out of
three, she won and I would make her lunch for the rest of the week, but if
she didn't, she would do the same for me. It turned out, she only got out
of one."

"Well, that night, I had trouble sleeping," Ronald went on. "I kept thing
about what we did, and how I could improve upon my talents. I thought of
new way of tying her, some of which were impossible to do, but the one thing
I knew I needed was a lot more rope to work with, cut into shorter lengths."

"The next morning, I got on my bike, and rode down to the hardware store,"
Ronald said. "I bought two-hundred and fifty feet of soft, white rope. I
remembered the marks the other kind made on her wrists, and I wanted to
spare her from that. I remember standing in line, thinking everyone knew
why I was buying this stuff. When I got home, my sister wasn't there, so it
was easy to get the materials into the house and prepared. I cut the rope
into six and ten foot lengths, and two lengths of twenty five feet each. I
even remembered to burn the ends to keep them from fraying."

"Sandy came home around one o'clock," Ronald continued. "I asked her if she
wanted to get even and bet double or nothing. She agreed. Thinking about
it, I really believe that, even at that early of an age, she was getting
into it, and liking it. We went to the basement, and I pulled out all of my
ropes. She almost popped her eyes out when she saw it. At first she said
no way, but I said a bet was a bet, and she went along with it. This time,
it was a best of seven contest. Again she lost, and was stuck in each one.
I even took her upstairs, and tied her to the coffee table and a kitchen
chair."

"Well, from then on, we play bondage a lot," Ronald said. "Most of the
time, she was the bound victim, and me the rope worker. Once in a while,
she would tie me, but she wasn't very good at it, and I usually got free in
the matter of minutes, but since she liked to be bound and foot, and I liked
to do the tying, that's how we played most. We would played little surprise
attacks on one another. I would catch her sitting in a chair or something,
and tied her up tight. Sex had nothing to do with it. We played because we
both enjoyed it."

"I even remember the first time I used a gag on her," Ronald continued. "I
had caught her laying on the floor, watching television. I tied her wrists
behind her back, tied her ankles and knees together, and wound length of
rope up and down her body, but she was crabby that day, and complained the
whole time. I told her the longer she grumbled, the longer she would be
bound. That didn't stop her. At last, I warned her that if she didn't stop
complaining, I would gag her. It seemed she didn't take me serious, so I
got one of her bandannas, shoved it into her mouth, and tied the ends behind
her head. She tied to shake it out of her mouth, and work it free, but she
had no luck what so ever. After about an hour, I finally released her. I
expected her to be mad, but she wasn't, surprising. She said she liked it.
The gag removed the last bit of freedom she had, making it more exciting and
fun. She remarked that she didn't think I would have done it, and that she
would believe me from now on. From then on, we seemed to use gags more and
more until it was use constantly."

"When school started again, we continued to play when we were bored," Ronald
said. "We knew our parents wouldn't approve of it, so we hid it from them.
To this very day, it's still our little secret. We tried new things, and I
even invented a few gadgets of wood and leather."

Marcy had been listening very intently. She really did not see what was so
bad about the whole thing. "From what you told me," she said, "I don't see
anything wrong. It's just a couple of kids playing a different kind of
game."

"Well, now we come to the... Well, I guess you might call it, the darkest
part," Ronald explained. "We continued to play for several years. In the
summer vacation, when I was fifteen, and she was sixteen, thing took a
strange turn."

"Sandy was outside one morning, sun tanning, wearing just a string bikini,"
Ronald said. "I decided she needed a good roping. So I went up to her
room, and called out the window that she had a phone call. I knew she would
take it in her room, so I hid behind the bedroom door. She came in and pic-
ked up the phone laying on the bed. When she found no one there, she hung
it up, and I jump. I wrestled her onto the bed, and tied her wrists to the
headboard. Her bed was a four poster kind, and lent itself perfectly to
bondage. We had used it several times before. With her hands secured, I
shoved a hanky into her mouth and covered it with a scarf. I then tied her
ankles to the other posts, with her legs spread apart."

"With her full tied down, I sat in a chair and watched her," Ronald went on.
"For several minutes, she struggled to get free, and grunted and groaned in
her struggle, but after a few moments, her fight seemed to change. Her
breathing was faster, and her grunts turned to moans. I watched her body
move around, finding myself strangely unable to look away. It was then I
realized the erection in my pants. A first I didn't know why I had one, but
I looked over at my sister. For the first time I noticed her full breasts,
her sharply legs, and her fleshy buttocks. I realized that she was no lon-
ger just my sister, but she had become a woman."

"I moved over to the bed," Ronald continued. "I thought that I better re-
lease her, but instead I moved in for a closer look at her. She looked up
at me, still twisting and squirming her body. She made soft groans and
would close her eyes. I didn't know it then, but what she was doing was
tell me she was horny and excited. I still was a virgin, but I could tell
she was aroused. The next thing I know, my hands are lightly caressing her
body. She closed her eyes, and let my touch roll over her. I looked at her
breasts, and just had to hold them. I gently rolled my hands over them, and
she moaned very deeply. I wanted to see them, so I untied the string bikini
covering them, and pulled her top off. Her nipples were hard, and they were
so soft to hold and play with. She didn't once resist me. She laid on the
bed, with her arms and legs tied, her mouth gagged, and enjoying everything
I was doing to her. For several minutes, I played with her chest, and she
loved it."

"Finally, I wanted to see under her panties," Ronald said. "At that point,
I really didn't care what she wanted or not. It was what I wanted now. She
couldn't resist, and I took advantage of it. I untied the strings and pul-
led her panties off. That was the first time I ever saw the flesh of a wo-
man. My fingers just naturally played with her. I remembered how hot she
was, and thought there might be something wrong. Her juices were flowing by
now, and she seemed to be twisting and moaning more and more. I was rubbing
her clit, and sucking on one of her nipples. For some reason, I couldn't
stop."

"It was then her whole body tightened, and she groaned loudly into her gag,
then her whole body shock violently," Ronald went on. "I thought I did
something wrong, and stopped. After a minute, she was just laying there,
breathing deeply, making soft little sighs. I pulled the gag from her mouth
to see if she was all right, but instead of her yelling at me, or being up-
set, she smiled, and sighed. `That was wonderful,' she said. I looked at
her not knowing what I had done. She must have realized it, because she
giggled and asked me if I had ever seem a girl cum before."

"I quickly untied her from the bed," Ronald said. "I expected her to put on
her clothes, or tell me to get out. I fact, I was about to leave, when she
told me it was all right, and we should talk about it. I was nervous, feel-
ing like I had done something wrong, but at the same time, I felt like I had
really made her happy. He words were soothing and she confessed the fact
that she had enjoyed it, and she was pleased. She began to tell me a lot of
things. She wasn't a slut, but she was no a virgin either, and she told me
all the things a man and a woman could do for one another. I felt myself
getting excited, and my erection getting bigger. She then ran her fingers
over my crouch, and told me she would like to show me what she was talking
about."

"She told be that it was okay, and to take my clothes off," Ronald continu-
ed. "I took of my shoes, and shirt, but stopped when it came to take off my
pants. She came over to me, again said it was all right to be nervous, and
kissed me deeply on the lips. It was my first real kiss, and my head was
spinning. Before I knew it, my pants and underwear were at my ankles, my
arms around her, and she had my erection in her hands, gently stocking it,
making it even bigger. She led be to the bed, and removed the clothes from
my ankles. My emotions took over from there, and I suppressed any thoughts
of wrong doing from my head. We laid in each others arms, kissing and feel-
ing one another. I almost flipped when she began to kiss my chest, and then
suck on my cock, but it all felt so wonderful, and she was so gentle with
me. Within a few minutes, I felt my orgasm build, and shot off. Sandy took
every drop down her throat."

"I laid there, exhausted for a few minutes," Ronald went on. "Sandy got up
and went to the bathroom, then came back and laid down next to me. Before I
knew it, we were necking again, and I was hard once more. She was surprised
how fast I was able to get it up again. A little while later, she showed me
the experience of going inside her. I remember moving my hips with hers,
and the wild feelings of pleasure I had. Sandy was also enjoying it, moving
with me, and came before I did. I shot my second load deep inside her.
Even when I went soft, I didn't pull out. All I wanted to do was lay there
naked with her."

"After a while, we got dressed and made lunch," Ronald said. "We talked
quite a bit. She was so gentle, and I felt so guilty. I was worried that
we would get caught, or she would get pregnant, but she reassured me no one
would know, that she would tell a soul, and she was on the pill. She con-
fessed how much she enjoyed teaching me, and how much she enjoyed what we
did. I told her the same. After lunch, she cleaned herself up, and we went
back up to her room. There, we stripped naked, and for the rest of the
afternoon, she showed me all the wonderful things a woman and a man can do
together. Never before had I felt so much love between two people. She
showed me how to please a woman, and how a woman could please a man."

"Over the next two years, we spent a lot of time in our bedroom," Ronald
continued. "It wasn't really a perverted thing. We explored one another,
played with one another, tried new thing together. Bondage was a big part
of it. Sometimes, I would tie her for hours, teasing her into huge orgasms.
Other times, she would be on her knees, with her wrists tied behind her
back, and my erection sliding into her mouth. For some reason, it felt so
natural that we would learn about sex from one another. Our parents never
found out. I don't think they even suspected a thing. We never took many
chances. Once in a while, we would sneak into one another room, and lay
together for a while, but even when we did go all the way, I felt it was all
right."

"As we grew up, we did things less and less, until we stopped completely,"
Ronald said, winding up the story. "We didn't say we should stop, we just
did. To this day, I don't have any guilty feelings, and Sandy has told me
she doesn't. To be honest with you, I don't think I ever will have any
quilt. I seems to me that it was the best way I could have had to learn
about relationships. Well, that's my story. Please tell me what you are
thinking."

Marcy did not say a word for a moment. She sat there thing about his story.
At last she spoke, asking, "Where is she now?"

"Out in Texas," Ronald answered. "She's married to a great guy name Robert.
They met in collage, and were married after they graduated. They have two
kids, and seem to be very happy together."

"Do you see them much?," Marcy asked.

"A few times a year," Ronald answered. "I'll fly down and spoil her kids
rotten. I've brought them up here twice. The kids have even spent a couple
of months with me during the summers."

Marcy thought for a moment, and then said, "Do you still... Well..."

"I know what you mean," Ronald replied. "No, we don't. We both have no
desire to. We talk about what we had done before when we are alone, but
never have we thought about doing in again. I guess the two of them get
into little games of there own. She's happy in her marriage, and I'm happy
for her."

Marcy was silent for a moment. Ronald thought that she thought less of him
now. He thought maybe he should have not told the story, or at least,
changed it around a little, but a last, she spoke again. "What a wonderful
story," she said. "What love she must of had for you, to show you all those
things so you know what to do later in life."

"You didn't find it a little strange?," Ronald asked.

"No, not really," Marcy answered. "You weren't really blood relations. I
guess it would be more difficult to understand if you were, but it seems to
me that you two showed more love and emotions to one another than most sib-
lings do. You just were more physical about it, and more open."

"Do you really see it like that?," Ronald asked.

"Yes, I do," Marcy answered. "I'm sure that in most cases, a brother would
think about doing it with his attractive sister, and vice versa. It proba-
ble happens more often that we think it does, but in your case, I see no-
thing deeply wrong with it."

"I'm glad you think that way," Ronald said with a smile.

"I really do think that way," Marcy responded.

Ronald wrapped his arms around her, and the cuddled there for several min-
utes. There lips met one another several times. "Have you ever made love
on a leather couch before?," he asked.

"No, but there's a first time for everything," Marcy answered.

He pushed her down onto the couch and laid on top of her. The passionately
kissed as the pressed the hips together. He pulled of her sweater and
jeans. He continued to undress her until she was naked. He also pulled of
his clothes and laid on top of her again.

By now, Marcy was very hot and Greenfield was very hard. They rolled their
naked bodies around on the soft leather. It was very erotic for Marcy. The
sounds and sensations the leather made to her skin made her even more excit-
ed.

He kissed her neck, licked her thighs, sucked on her nipples, and played
with her clit. She kissed his chest, caressed his ass, and stroked his
cock. They played with one another, both moaning and groaning as the sen-
sations flooded their bodies.

At last, when neither could take much more, her pushed his erection into
her. She wrapped her legs around his, and began to rock back and forth as
he slid in and out of her. She came quickly, and was fast building up to
another. Greenfield held back as long as he could, wanting her to cum
again.

At last, he could hold back, and shot another massive load into her. That
was enough to send Marcy over the edge for the second time. Again they had
cum together, and each time, it felt better than the prior.

They laid on the couch, slowly kissing with his softening cock still inside
her. In a few minutes, he was hard again, and willing to go once more, but
she stopped him before he could get to far.

"Could we, maybe, play out a fantasy of mine?," Marcy asked.

"If you like," Ronald answered. "What is it?"

"Let me surprise you," Marcy answered. "I need to get into the dressing
room, and to the servant's changing room."

"Very well," Ronald said, and pulled on his clothes. "Here are the keys
that will need, and where are we to meet?"

"I'll meet you in the billiard room in one hour," Marcy said. "Bring lots
of rope, some leather restraints, and a black ball gag."

"Very well," Ronald replied. "Just remember, young lady, it's still the
weekend. You are still a prisoner of the law, and you haven't made parole
yet."

"Yes, your honor," Marcy said with a smile, and went on her way.

She went to the servants changing room and collected up what she needed.
She then made a stop in the kitchen to pick up one more item. She then pro-
ceeded to the dressing room to change into her outfit. She had to hurry.
She did not want to keep her master waiting long.

Greenfield put down the book her was reading. He really did not get much
read. He kept thinking of what Marcy was up to. What did she need from the
servants chambers, and what was her fantasy. The hour was finally up, and
he would soon find out.

He went to the playpen and collected the items listed before and placed them
in the tan bag. He then went to the billiards room. The lights were on
over the table, and the balls were racked. Marcy was no where to be found,
but he did find a note on the center of the table addressed to him. He
opened it and read it. It was from Marcy. The note read, "This is what I
was thinking of when you met me here on Friday night. I will be the little
wench who has been teasing you for weeks. You are the master who has had
enough of it. Seeing you opportunity, you seize me and proceed to teach me
a hard lesion. Tie me tight using the items in this room so I can't get
free. Gag me so the other help can hear me. Do things to my body while I
can't resist. Do whatever you want to show me what happens to bad girls
when the tease. Make me an obedient servant. I'm yours you use."

Greenfield was impressed. Now he knew that this girl would do anything for
him, and would enjoy doing it. He finally met a girl that could steal his
heart away. At last, maybe he could be happy with someone.

He folded up the note, put into his pocket, and placed his bag in a cup-
board. He then picked up a cue, and broke the rack. Greenfield was a good
pool player, and could make some tough shots. He completed one game, re-
racked, and started a second when Marcy finally entered.

She was wearing her cocktail waitress uniform. The outfit was made of black
satin with white lace trim. The skirt was short, and the neckline was low,
pushing her breasts up and almost out of the outfit. The skirt barely
covered the tops of her black seemed stockings, and she walked on the black
five inch spiked heels. She wore the little lace bonnet on her head, white
lace fingerless gloves, and carried a pink feather duster.

She made a little sound of surprise when she entered the room, and talked in
an almost little girls voice.

"Oooh, I'm sorry, Mr Greenfield," Marcy said, starting the fantasy. "I did
not know you were here."

"That's all right," Ronald replied. "Continue with your work."

"Yes, sir," Marcy said. "I'll just need to dust a little bit. I won't
long." She walked around the room, brushing the tables and lamps with the
feather duster. When something was low, she would bend at the waist and
give him a view of her ass. She was not wearing panties, and the black gar-
ter straps crossed her behind at just the right places.

Ronald made another shot, and looked at her, saying, "Where's the other
help?"

"Oh, they're on the other side on the house," Marcy said. "I don't think
they'll disturb you, sir."

"I'm glad to hear that," Ronald said as he put the cue down, walked over to
the door and locked it.

"What are you doing that for, sir?," Marcy asked.

"Because," Ronald said in a firm tone, "it's time for you to learn a lesson
about teasing men, namely me."

"Oooh, what do you mean, sir?," Marcy said in a little voice as he got out
his little bag a gadgets.

"I mean that you have been parading around here, showing off that little
body of yours, giving every man in the house a hardon," Ronald said. "It's
time for you to learn the real meaning of the word servant." He pulled out
a pair of leather wrist cuffs.

"What are you going to do with that, sir?," Marcy asked.

"This is a very interesting little device," Ronald said. "It's going to
keep you from resisting anything I want to do you." He grabbed her wrists
and pulled them behind her back. Marcy gave a half hearted struggle, but
soon her wrists were strapped into the cuffs. Next, he pulled out a black
ball gag with leather straps.

"What's that, sir?," Marcy cooed.

"Something to keep you from asking to many questions," Ronald said. He
shoved the ball into her mouth and buckled the straps behind her head.

Her ankles her encircled with leather cuffs that had a short chain between
them. She could walk if she took very short steps. As she struggled, he
then pulled out one more thing, a leather collar.

Marcy looked at it and tried to step back, but she could not move fast
enough. He got a hold of her, and placed the collar around her neck, buck-
ling it under her chin. The attached leather strap was looped around her
wrist cuffs, and buckled. Thus, her wrists were pulled up to the middle of
her back.

The collar was tight, but not enough to cut of her breathing. It was a
strange feeling for her. The collar was a symbol of his domination over
her. She felt completely under his control.

Lastly, he took a thin, smooth, silver chain, snapped it to the collar ring,
ran it down between her legs, up the back, pulled it tight, and attached the
other end to the wrist cuffs.

He released her and sat down in the chair in front of her. Her fingers
fluttered, trying to reach a buckle, but had no luck. She tried to free her
wrists from the straps hold them pinned to her back, but failed. She grunt-
ed into her gag, making a plead to him to release her, but the master just
sat, watching her useless struggles, with a smile on his face and a bulge in
his pants.

She understood why the chain was between her legs. Every time she moved her
wrists, the chain would move across her clit, teasing her and making her
hot. The more she struggled, the more excited she got.

For several minutes she stood struggling. He spoke to her, asking her if
the strap were tight enough, or should he tighten them a little more. He
asked her if she felt tied down in the job. With each question, she strug-
gled a little more.

He then pulled her over to him, and made her lay over his knees, with her
ass sticking up to him.

"This is for being a little tease," Ronald said as he lifted up her skirt,
and started to spank her behind.

Marcy did not expect him to do this. Though he did not hit her to hard, it
still stung a little, and the slapping sounded worse that it hurt. He did
more grouping that spanking, rubbing his hand over her ass, then slapping
it. This he kept up for several minutes before stopping and placing her
back on her feet again.

She stood for a few minutes before dropping to her knees. She tried again
to free herself, but again failed. She the laid on the floor, using a new
idea. She rolled around, and put on a show for the master. The chain still
caressed her clit, driving her wild. Her grunts became moans. If she kept
it up, she just might cum.

Ronald came over to Marcy, and knelt next to her. His hand ran up and down
her legs, over her chest, and under skirt. "If you do everything you are
told," he said, "I might help you get off. If not, you're going to be
squirming around for quite some time. Are you going to cooperate?"

She nodded her head and grunted yes into her gag. He placed her on her
knees, and ran another chain from her collar to her ankles, placing her into
a vertical hog-tie. She had a good idea of what was ensuing next.

Ronald stood in front of her, with his hands on his waist. "You know what's
coming, don't you?," he said.

Marcy nodded her head, and nuzzled her nose in his crotch.

"You better do it right," Ronald warned, "or else I'll make you hornier than
you've ever been before, and then leave to squirm for hours." Even the way
he was talking made her more excited. She was really getting into the fan-
tasy, and so he seem to be also.

He opened his pants, and pulled out his hardon. It seemed to be pulsating
as her stroked even bigger. Marcy rubber her gagged mouth over it, trying
to get it in her. Greenfield pulled the gag out, and replaced it with his
rod.

Marcy started to pump it like crazy. She expected him to pull it out, like
he did before, but instead, he placed his hand on the sides of her head, and
let her go. He groaned as she slid her lips up and down him.

"You do this well," Ronald moaned to her. Marcy was even groaning now. The
chain was rubbing her clit closer and closer to an orgasm. She pumped fas-
ter and faster, trying to make him cum, and hoping the same for herself.

It would not happen for her this time. Greenfield felt his load boil up,
ready to explode.

"Swallow every drop," Ronald told her. Within a few seconds, he shot his
load into her mouth. Marcy took him in deep, and swallowed like crazy. She
took every drop he released. It tasted so good to her.

When at last he stopped, he pulled up his pants, and replaced the gag in her
mouth. He sat down in the chair and watch the girl struggle in her chains
again.

"You do that well, my dear," Ronald said. "I could let you do that all
night. Maybe I should make you wait until I can do that again."

Marcy thought he just might. He seemed to like it when she gave him head.
She also thought he might make her squirm some more.

"I have other plans for you, though," Ronald said. "I can always come back
to it later if I want." He came over and unhooked the chain from her ank-
les. He picked her up and carried her over to the pool table. There he
deposited her on the green velvet.

"My, what an interesting game of pool would this make," Ronald said as his
hand ran over her legs. She squirmed under his touch. She was so close to
cumming. She needed that little itch taken care of.

He picked up his bag, grabbed two cues, and came back to her. He unhooked
the chain from her wrists and collar, and rolled her onto her stomach.
Again he caressed her ass and legs. He told her how much he liked her body,
and he planned on getting to know more of it. Shivers of pleasure ran up
her spine.

Ronald took off her ankle cuffs, and pulled the gag out of her mouth. "I'm
going to take off you wrist restraints," he said. "Don't try anything." He
released her wrists and told her to sit up on the table. Once she was seat-
ed, she rubbed her wrists and ankles. The cuff had left them red. "Now,
you will do exactly as I say," he ordered.

"Ooohh, yes, sir," Marcy replied, nodding her head.

"Take off your dress," Ronald ordered.

"Ooohh," Marcy said in her little voice, "but I'm not wearing any undies."

"I know," Ronald said. "That's why it's called being naked."

Marcy pulled down the zipper, and lifted the dress over her head. Her nip-
ples stood up hard. She was only left wearing were her garter-belt, stock-
ings, heels, and the collar. He then ordered her to lay down on the top of
the table, face up.

He pulled her arms above her head and spread them apart. Using lengths of
rope, he tied her wrists to a pool cue. Another length of rope ran from the
middle of the cue to the legs of the table. He then drew her taut, and
spread her legs apart. More rope bound her ankles to another cue, rapping
around her heels, and still another secured the cue to the other legs of the
table. She was now tied spread-eagle on top of the table.

Thereupon, he shoved a cloth into her mouth, and covered it with a black
silk scarf, tying the ends behind her head. He stepped back and watch his
captive struggle.

"Yes," Ronald said, "a very interesting game of pool this makes."

She tried to free herself from her ropes. Her fingers tried to reach the
knots, but her out of her reach. Even if she could reach, they were too
tight for her to loosed. She writhed on top of the table, with the sole
light shining down on her, moaning softly into her gag. The master laughed.

Since he stood outside the light, she could not see him for a few moments,
but she knew he was there, watching her wiggle on the table, the full focus
of his interest. She felt his eyes upon her, taking in her shackled body.
The anticipation was driving her wild. What would he do. When would he do
it. What sensations would she feel.

She felt his fingers lightly touch her ankles. Shivers ran up her spine
again. His fingers slowly moved up her silk covered legs, lightly rubbing
and stroking them. Marcy softly moaned into her gag.

His fingers lightly ran up the inside of her thighs. Her body shivered with
excitement. His finger lightly ran up the sides oh her body, over her chest
and neck. He had a wonderful touch. Each time he touched her, chills of
pleasure would surge through her body.

His fingers found her breasts. At first, he lightly ran his fingers over
her hard nipples. Then, he started to caress them, then lightly roll them
between fingers. His hand squeezed and groped them. Marcy was getting so
hot. At last, his lips kissed and sucked on them. She was in heaven.

As he sucked on her hard nipples, his fingers made their way down to her
crotch. He played with her clit, making her even more excited. He pushed
two fingers into her and slowly fucked her with them. Marcy felt her orgasm
build up to a tremendous level.

Greenfield must have been a mind reader. Just as she was about to cum, he
removed his fingers, and just lightly played with her. Marcy moaned deeply.
She was hanging on the edge, and that was where he kept her for several min-
utes.

Marcy thrashed around as far as her restraints would allow. She moaned and
groaned, hopping her muffled pleads would tell him how excited she was, and
how much she wanted to cum.

He then stopped playing with her altogether. She silently pleaded with him
not to, but instead, he moved his lips down to her clit, and lightly kissed
it. The feel of his hot breath on her drove her crazy. He continued to
kiss and tongue her, keeping her on the edge of her orgasm. She indeed was
learning a lesion on teasing.

After what seemed to be an eternity, His fingers rolled her nipples, and his
tongue plunged into her. At last, she felt herself build up to the point of
no stopping. Her climax hit her like a tidal wave. She tightened and shook
her body, and really screamed a moan into her gag. It was the longest or-
gasms she ever have. She just kept cumming and cumming, as he lapped her
juices up.

Finally, it was over. She laid on the table exhausted and satisfied. She
was breathing hard and deep. Her whole body tingled with pleasure. By far,
this had been the best of this weekend.

Greenfield untied her legs from the cue. He untied her wrist from the other
cue and let her lay there for some time, but he did not remove the gag.
Marcy just laid there, relishing the feelings that flowed through her body.

After a few minutes, he came over and rolled the girl over. Her wrists were
pulled behind her back and tied together with rope. More rope tightly tied
Her ankles together. He then picked her up and carried her over to the
couch. There, he laid her down again, and began to lightly run his fingers
over her shoulders, her back, and her behind.

Again, her body tingled where he touched her. She felt a new wave of ex-
citement run through her. Her nipples were getting hard, and her cunt was
getting hot once more.

He rolled her over, and continued to play with her. Each minute, she grew
more and more excited.

At last, he stripped of his clothes, untied her ankles, pick her up, seated
himself on the couch, and placed her on his lap facing him, with her legs
straddling him. She felt his hardon pressing against her clit. She squirm-
ed on top of him, wanting it inside her. His hands played with her chest as
moaned deeply into the gag. If her hand were free, she would have pushed
him down and screwed him like mad.

Just when she could not take anymore, he lifted her up, and slid his cock
into her. She immediately started to hump him like crazy, riding him like a
horse. She pushed down hard, trying to get him in deeper and deeper. She
moaned loud and long.

His hand roamed over her body, going from her chest to her ass. Marcy mind
was a whirl as he moved his hips to match hers. They both felt themselves
getting closer and closer to their own climaxes.

Marcy came first, screaming a load groan into her gag. Greenfield was now
humping like mad, and moaning himself. Within a few seconds, he grabbed her
ass, held her down on his rod, and shot his load deep into her. Marcy head
fell back as she felt his load hit inside her.

She was exhausted. She sat on his lap, making soft moans through her gag.
Greenfield lifted her off himself and laid her on the cough. He slipped on
his clothes, and knelt beside the girl and tied her ankles together.

"That's your lesson on teasing for today," Ronald whispered into her ear as
he retied her ankles and knees. "If you ever want another one, you know
where to find one, and how to get it."

Ronald stood up, walked over to the pool table, and racked the balls. Marcy
laid on the couch quietly and motionless. She just relaxed, and allowed him
to complete her fantasy. He shot another game of pool before coming back
over to her. "Was that what you wanted?," he asked as her removed her gag.

"Oh, YES!," Marcy cooed. "It was, and more. You played every part per-
fect."

"So did you," Ronald responded as he untied the ropes that held her body.
"Might I add that this was somewhat a fantasy of my own. I couldn't ask for
a more attractive servant to play it out with."

She sat up and wrapped her arms around him. For several minutes, the did
not move. They just sat on the couch, holding one another. At last, the
broke apart and Marcy went to change into some regular clothing.

The meet him in the den, where a small tray of cold meats and cheeses was
waiting for them. They ate the morsels, and drank the white wine. The tal-
ked together, mostly about the past two days. She admired all the ideas he
had come up with, and explained why certain ones were better that the oth-
ers.

When they were finished, Greenfield look distant for several minutes. Marcy
knew he was thinking over something. She did not interrupt him, for she was
wondering what was going to happen next. Would he fire her over knowing to
many of his secrets. Would he expect her to do this when ever he wanted
her. At last he spoke.

"Marcy," Ronald said, "you are planning on going back to school, aren't
you?"

"Yes, I am, when I can afford it," Marcy replied. "It's so expensive."

"How much schooling do you have left?," Ronald asked.

"About another two years," Marcy answered. "Why are you asking?"

"I think you should go back the next semester," Ronald said. "The sooner,
the better, before you forget what they've already taught you."

"I would, but I can't afford it right now," Marcy replied. "Maybe in a year
or so."

"So you would go back in the fall, if you could?," Ronald asked.

"Yes," Marcy answered. "Why all the questions?"

"Because," Ronald said, "I want to know what you want before I offer some-
thing. I want to pay for your schooling, and whatever else you need to go
back to school."

Marcy was surprised. "It's a generous offer," she said, "but I... I
couldn't let you."

"Why?," Ronald asked. "Because you think I'm trying to make you a kept wo-
man?"

"I know it's not that," Marcy answered, "but it certainly would look like
it, wouldn't it."

"It might," Ronald said, "but I see it a little different than that."

"All right, I'll bite," Marcy said. "How do you see it?"

"It's very simple," Ronald replied. "One, I'm very attracted to you. I
wish to keep on seeing you, if you want me to."

"I do," Marcy said, "and I want to continue to see you."

"I'm happy to hear that," Ronald said. "Second, I couldn't continue to see
you if you are still employed by me. I don't mean to sound pompous, or
snobby, but think of how that would look from both sides of the issue. From
my point, I'm keeping you for a plaything. From your point, you're looking
for an easy ticket. How both of our friends would talk."

"Yes, I see your point," Marcy said, "so far."

"Good," Ronald replied. "This is how we solve the problem. You would no
longer work for me. That way, it ends a lot of talk, and saves a lot of
embarrassment for both of us. You get to complete your education. I'll
give you the money for school, a place to stay and study, and a large bank
account to support yourself on, but more important, I'll be able to continue
to see you."

"It's a most generous offer," Marcy said. "Where would I stay?"

"Here, if you like," Ronald answered.

"Oh, wouldn't THAT give plenty of fuel for gossip!," Marcy said.

"All right," Ronald replied. "I'll get you your own place, either on cam-
pus, or a place near by. Would that be better."

"It would, but Ronald, I don't know," Marcy said.

"But what, my dear?," Ronald asked.

"I would feel so guilty taking all that from you," Marcy said. "I would
feel like a tramp or a hustler."

"Nonsense!," Ronald protested. "I offer it to you for selfish reasons.
I've never meet anyone like you. I feel as though you've stolen my heart.
I know it's been such a short time we've been together. I can't explain it,
but I hope you believe me, and feel the same way I do."

"Oh, Ronald, I do," Marcy said. "I truly do, but I'm just afraid I won't be
able to live up to your standards. I would probably fail you, one way or
another."

"You give yourself too little credit," Ronald replied. "It's I who would
fail you, and not be able to live up to your standards. Your someone
special, and very dear to me."

"What happens if we don't make it together?," Marcy asked.

"I've already thought of that," Ronald answered. "I'll set up an account
for you, in your name only. I'll put enough in there to cover the rest of
your schooling and plenty to live on for a few years. That way, if we don't
work out, you'll be safe and secure for a good while. Does that help you
feel better?"

"It's not the money I'm worried about," Marcy said. "I just don't want to
disappoint you, or hurt you. All I want right now is to make you happy, and
go on making you happy."

"At this moment, I am very happy, and I want to do the same for you," Ronald
replied. "This way, I can go on trying, and at the same time, make myself
happy. Does that make sense to you?"

"Yes, it does," Marcy answered, "but couldn't I just move out, and get an-
other job or something. That would solve a lot of problems."

"It might, but not completely," Ronald answered. "This way, you are sure of
making it. A good education, a place to stay, and a guy like me to spoil
you rotten." He laughed.

Marcy laughed to. "All right, you win," she said. "If it's the only way to
keep you around, I can live with it, but I want to work the month through
before we start, and I will use my own money to help make the payments. Is
that fair?"

"Fair enough," Ronald said as he wrapped his arms around her.

They held one another for some time before they spoke again. The afternoon
was now early evening. Greenfield felt it was time to end the weekend, and
allow his captive a night in her own bed.

"Well," Ronald said, "a very interesting imprisonment you have had this
weekend, young lady. Do you feel like you've fulfilled your debt to soci-
ety?"

"An early parole, your honor?," Marcy asked.

"Call it a work release program," Ronald said, "but I think you may need to
serve one or two more nights in jail this week."

"Maybe for the weekend too, your honor," Marcy replied. "I like it here."

"Very well," Ronald said. "Your free until so ordered back this week, but
report here this Friday night for you weekend confinement."

"Oh, thank you, your honor," Marcy replied. "I'll be here."

"Case dismissed," Ronald said. "Come to my chambers, young lady."

"Can't I just give the judge a blow-job here in court?," Marcy asked as she
stroked the hardon in his pants.

"It would please the court," Ronald answered as she opened his pants and
slowly stroked his manhood. Within a minute, she was kneeling in front of
him, with his hard member in her mouth, sucking and licking him. As he shot
his load, Marcy was amazed on how many times he could cum in a single day.

After they were finished, he took her out to her car. Marcy's uniform was
in the front seat. They kissed deeply, not wanting the day to end, but at
last, the broke apart, and she drove home. That night, she slept in her own
bed, wishing he was next to her.

During the next week, Marcy continued to perform her duties. She gave her
notice of leaving at the end of the month. Greenfield did not act like any-
thing had happened, which Marcy thanked him for. Only when they were total-
ly alone did they pass flirting glances and jesters at one another, but for
the most part, things went on as usual.

On Wednesday, Greenfield came up to the Head Maid and told her to have Marcy
clean the Billiard room after her other work was finished. The last thing
she did was clean the room. Greenfield slipped in, and snuck her up to his
private bedroom, where they made love for an hour. By then, the other help
had left, and they could slip into the playpen. Marcy spent the part of the
night there, stripped naked, and in ropes, chains and leather straps. Again
and again, she climaxed by the skillful hands of the master.

Shortly past midnight, she was allowed to dress and leave for home. It was
hard to leave, but for now they had to play these sneaky games. Rumors
would run wild if they did not.

On Friday night, Marcy left for home early, but returned after the other
help had left. She spent the entire weekend there, which will fill another
story in itself.

The following weekend, he took the his prisoner up to a lake cottage for a
weekend. Again they had to sneak to do it, but that became part of the fun.
They spent the time relaxing, boating, dancing, and of course, bondage.

On Saturday night, he stripped her naked, laid her down in the warm sand,
tied her wrists to a tree, spread her legs and tied them to a tree branch.
He filled her mouth with a cloth gag. He licked on her clit under the moon-
light for an hour, bring her to several orgasms. He then rammed himself
into her, exploding his hot cum deep inside her. One Sunday, she spent an
hour gagged and tied to the sailboats mast, only wearing her swimsuit and
high heels, as they sailed around the lake.

At the end of the month, Marcy left the house. For the next month, she
spent her time getting ready for the fall semester. On weekends, Greenfield
picked her up and took her out dancing and to classy dinner parties. On
week nights, the spent time at her place, watching television, and making
love.

The decided not to use the playpen until she was back in school, and could
come over without the help getting into an uproar. After the first night
Marcy came to the house, one of the younger girls made a comment about the
tramp. Greenfield came down on her, and instructed her to make an apology
to Marcy or be fired. After that, not another word was spoken.

Greenfield did not push himself on her. If she had the time, they would see
each other. When she needed to study, he stayed away. He also encouraged
her to spent plenty of time with her own friend, and got along with them
when they would get together. For the next two years, they became very
close, but still with their own identities.

After Marcy graduated, she got herself a good job at a small company.
Greenfield had started a small company of his own, doing consulting work.
For then next year, the worked on their wedding plans. After they were mar-
ried, they spent a lot of time together, and took weekend trips up to the
mountains, and out to the lake.

The playpen was use almost every weekend, and even a few nights a week.
They added some things, and made a few improvements over the months. Marcy
acquired a large assortment of attire for wearing while playing. From a
leather jumpsuit, to a lace body sock, to crotchless panties and nippleless
bra, to silk and satin teddies, but they never lost interest in playing with
ropes and chains, and Marcy still got her strongest orgasms when she was
tightly tied and well gagged, a prisoner of the master of the house.

Mary was put back on her diet of mind-altering drugs and barely gave another
thought to John. Master kept her very busy, and when he wasn't using her body
for his own pleasure he amused himself by letting her perform with others. He
especially enjoyed watching her in action with the two maid servants. She
became an expert at pleasuring other women, and in fact came to enjoy another
woman's body as much as she enjoyed being thoroughly fucked by well-hung men.

By now, her personality had changed irreversibly, her mental conditioning was as
successful as John's. Master had their transmitter bracelets removed, there
was no fear of either one wanting to escape now. Several months after she had
last seen John in the dungeon, Master started weaning her off the chemicals,
it made no difference to her behavior and she continued to act like a
complete slut, enjoying it immensely.

She could think clearly now, and was cognizant of her situation and the
events that led her to this point. Master had even told her how he had
contrived to make her and her fiancee "disappear." He showed her newspaper
clippings with photographs of John's wrecked car. It had taken the police
little time to discover the wreck, and after a brief investigation the
authorities concluded that the pair had perished in the crash, their bodies
washed away by the river's powerful current. A joint funeral was held for
them both.

JOHN

I think I saw Mary today. It's hard to remember or think clearly. All I can
think about is sex. I'm kinda getting used to being a girl now. I love the
soft silky clothes they've given me. The sheer stockings feel so nice against
my skin, and I even enjoy the high heels. At night, when Charles comes to
release me from the chair and takes me upstairs to do my chores, I get a real
kick out of the way the 5" heels make my ass sway as I walk.

My new breasts are nice, too. I like playing with them and pinching my
nipples and tugging my rings, only I have to stop after a little while, or my
cock will get hard and my sheath will hurt me. I usually spend a few hours,
dusting and sweeping and mopping the floors, and then I have to get breakfast
organized in time for the others in the house to awake.

The work is not very demanding, and I quite like my new life. I get plenty of
time to myself at night, as there's never really anyone else about, but I
don't get lonely. Sometimes, I listen at Master's door. Sometimes I just hear
snoring, but if I'm lucky I can hear him fucking Mary. She must really love
his cock, she screams and moans and begs him for more. I vaguely recall that
this should bother me, but it doesn't. Somehow, it seems perfectly right and
natural.

It's kinda funny, 'cause we're still going to get married, Master told me so,
but I don't think I could fuck Mary like the others do. Hell, I don't even
FEEL like it. Oh, I love watching her in action, but personally I can only
cum while I'm servicing men.

I like it when Charles comes to visit. It's especially nice when he brings
the others too. My favorite is when I get to suck a few of the guys while
Charles fucks my ass real hard, it doesn't hurt anymore. I guess practice
makes perfect, and of course spending all day with a huge rubber dildo up my
ass would stretch me nicely. I almost always cum when I get gang banged, I
don't even really have to touch myself, it's like my pleasure centers have
been relocated to my ass and mouth.

Master says he has recorded some of my sessions with all four men. He lets
Mary watch them, and he says she really enjoys them. She makes jokes about
what a pretty slut I am, and what a good little cock sucker I am. Master says
she's quite proud of me, but not as a man. Apparently, she now thinks of me as
some kind of faggot, and laughs contemptuously when she sees me ejaculating
during a good ass-fucking. She certainly no longer sees me as a man. Fair
enough, she has plenty of real men in her life, and I'm content to be a boy-
girl. I get the best of both wolds that way!

I'm so lucky, if it wasn't for Master, I might have gone through the rest of
my life as a normal married guy and I'd never even have known what I was
missing out on!

---------------- THE WEDDING DAY ----------------

It was now almost a year since John and Mary had been imprisoned, and John
hadn't seen his fiancee over most of that time. He was still allowed to watch
her fuck and suck an endless stream of men and women, but the camera only
showed close-ups now, close-ups of her face or genital area. That was fine by
John though, it still turned him on just the same. Their Master's careful
indoctrination of the pair was complete, and it was now time to execute the
final stage of his fiendish plan.

He had set out to teach John a lesson and humiliate him. Now it was time to
see how well the pretty young slaves had learned that lesson.

He had built up quite a collection of videos and photographs of the young
couple being used in every orifice by a large number of men and women. He
even had some excellent ones of John sucking his own dick. Having read the
couple's obituaries, he knew they came from deeply religious families. He
also knew the address of the church attended by all of John and Mary's
relatives and friends.

Finally, he announced that John and Mary would finally be married. He set the
date for the following Saturday and had invitations sent to all his kinky
friends who had attended the party with which it had all begun, the day he
kidnaped the young couple. Judging by the RSVPs, all of them would be
attending. They were all aware of how he had conditioned the pair, and
wouldn't have missed this event for the world!

When Mary was informed, her reaction was quite nonchalant, she didn't feel
attracted to John anymore, and she didn't really want her lifestyle of
constant sexual pleasure to end. She hoped Master would continue to use her
after she was a married woman. That wimp, John, certainly couldn't give her
what a woman needed.

John was taken off his regimen of hormones and drugs. Although his
conditioning was now so ingrained that it was permanent, and his body would
continue to respond as he had been trained. Master was particularly determined
that on his wedding day, John's mind should be clear and aware of the
proceedings, so that his humiliation would be complete.

The big day came, and the guests arrived in droves by limousine. Attended by
the two maids, both bride and groom were carefully prepared for the ceremony.
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives, after all they both
wore white, but that's where the marital tradition ended. Both of their outfits
were parodies of traditional wedding gowns. Both wore high white stilettoed
heels and seamed stockings clipped to corsets which ended just below their large
breasts, serving only to enhance their cleavage and forced their waists into a small,
waspish size. Attached to the corsets were diaphanous white skirts with layers of
petticoats, which forced the skirts to stick straight out. Their groins were clearly
visible with both bride and groom cleanly shaven. Both wore opera-length gloves,
silly little veils, and both were given bridal bouquets.

They were carefully made up to look like Hollywood hookers. The main
concession to tradition was that the couple was kept separated until the
ceremony. Finally, it was time. The black man servants had been ordered to
prepare the main living room for the wedding. The assembled guests were
seated in rows with a wide aisle running through the middle of the room,
and a makeshift altar had been built at one end. Master himself would be
officiating, and several of the guests had offered to photograph and
video tape the proceedings and the buffet-style reception afterwards. Master
instructed them to be careful not to show any recognizable faces, other than
John and Mary's, of course.

It amused their master to have Charles give John away as the bride to Mary,
the groom. And so it was that John was led through the double doors and
walked slowly up the aisle, holding on to Charles' arm tightly as his heels
were a little too high for comfort. John's large tits jiggled and bounced, all
around. The wedding guests murmured comments like, "Isn't she lovely!"
"What a pretty dress!"

Dressed identically, Mary waited before the altar, her back turned to John.
From hidden speakers poured the strains of the Wedding March.

JOHN

At last, I was to marry the woman I have loved for as long as I can remember.
But I'd never counted on these circumstances. Around me are all the same
people I remember from my first day in this house, the people who I watched
fuck Mary for hours on end. And just like last time, they're all naked.
Everyone here is totally naked except for Mary and I. Some of them are making
comments and laughing at me, how humiliating! I can feel my face blush bright
red, but I'm wearing so much makeup you probably can't tell.

These heels are killing my feet, they're even higher than I'm used to, and
these huge tits are making me top-heavy. If it wasn't for Charles, I'd fall
flat on my face. It's a good thing we're nearly at the altar. There's Mary, I
haven't seen her for months. There's something different about her, she
seems to have put on a little weight around the hips. It suits her, though.

We're there, and Mary is turning toward me. My heart flips and I nearly faint
when I see her swollen belly. Oh my God, she must be eight months pregnant.

Beside me, Charles laughs out loud. "You're gonna have an instant family"

Mortified, I look at his leering face as he continues. "We've done some
tests, and I'm pretty sure I'm the daddy!" He grinned widely, his white
teeth gleaming in his coal black face.

The ceremony went without a hitch, although the marriage vows were unusual. At
the end, Master looked at Mary and said, "You will now fuck the bride."

She didn't move, her eyes pleading with her Master. She didn't want to touch
this sissy slut if she could help it, but Master must always be obeyed. Oh
well, she thought, a cock is a cock, even though his is much smaller than I'm
used to.

Mary touched John's shaven cock. He wasn't wearing his sheath anymore, John's
conditioning complete, Master had removed it for good. Mary stroked the limp
little thing. Nothing happened.

"Turn and face each other, and then suck his cock, Mary."

They did, and Mary knelt to take John's limp cock in her mouth. The assembled
guests had a splendid view as she proceeded to give him an expert blow job. She
stroked his balls and ass and sucked John's cock as though her life depended
on it. John responded, gently rocking his hips, trying desperately to achieve an
erection, as Master had commanded.

He failed miserably. The guests were openly mocking him now, their laughter
and jeers burned in his ears. He couldn't even get a hard-on for his own wife!

"That's enough, Mary," spoke Master. "Perhaps we need to show John what we're
trying to achieve here." He held his half-erect penis and waggled it at Mary.

Without a word, she sank to her knees before him and engulfed his member
with her warm, wet mouth. Seconds later, he and all the guests howled with
laughter. She turned to see what was causing their mirth. John had a full
erection now, the sight of his wife blowing another man had given him an
instant, throbbing hard-on.

Master held Mary's face and stopped her bobbing motions. "That will suffice,
my dear. I believe it's now time for your wedding reception."

Everyone moved into the banquet sized dining room. Tables covered in white
linen were arranged around the walls, they held an amazing array of fine
food. As the guests helped themselves to the food, the maids circulated with
trays of champagne.

In the middle of the room stood a king-size bed. Master pointed at it, and
John and Mary silently obeyed. They mounted the bed and assumed the
doggy position, side by side.

"Let the festivities begin!." cried Master, and the assembled guests swarmed
onto the bed.

Mary was most enthusiastic, skillfully eating pussy (she serviced at least
five of the women present) and taking on every man. John was close enough to
touch her, and witnessed every second. He himself was sandwiched between two
burly well-hung guests, one of whom delighted in vigorously reaming his
ass hole and spanking his upturned bottom hard with each thrust. John's face
was stuffed with cock, and he was sucking as hard as he could. Beside him,
Mary was taking on three men simultaneously, her every orifice filled to
capacity. She reached a thunderous climax, bucking and moaning loudly. The
other guests applauded. His humiliation almost unbearable, John's body
immediately betrayed him by jetting thick gobs of cum all over the sheets.
The guests clapped even louder then.

Finally, the reception was over. The guests had left, and the maids were
clearing away the debris. The newly weds sprawled on the bed, too exhausted to
move. Master strode over to them and beamed down at them with an evil grin.
"Come on children, you can't fall asleep there," he chided, "you're going on
your honeymoon!"

Too weak to resist, the pair were bundled away by the black man servants. They
were blindfolded and placed in the back of a van for the journey, the journey
back to their home town. Master had given Charles detailed instructions, and
he knew exactly what to do. He carried a large suitcase with him which
appeared to be quite heavy. He forced the couple to take three sleeping pills
each, and within minutes they were out cold.

JOHN

Where the fuck am I? I can't see a thing, it's so dark. And why can't I move?
Oh. Right. I think I've been handcuffed back-to-back with Mary. I can feel
her skin against mine, and I can hear her snoring. I'll have to wait for her
to wake up before I can even think about getting loose. I can feel something
else, paper? I think the floor is covered with papers of some kind, they feel
kinda glossy.

Wait, I can hear something. Voices. The rattle of a key, the flick of a light
switch. Damn, that light is almost blinding, at least I can see where I am
now.

Oh no. I recognize this place. It's my family church. And those papers,
they're pictures of Mary and me, and a lot of other people. Just one look at,
them is giving me a hard-on. And those voices, I'm afraid to look, I've got
to look. Yep, I knew it. Standing before me, in shocked silence, is the
minister. Behind him, my whole family. And behind them, the rest of the
congregation.

Master was right. He said he would teach me a lesson, and he has. NOW
I'm really humiliated!

THE END

The Engagement - Chapter 2

When John was led into the room, he was confronted with a scene that almost
drove him out of his mind. Had he not been bound and gagged, he would have
screamed his outrage and attacked his captors.

"Ah there you are, young man. Just in time for your second lesson of the
day." Master stood naked, his half-erect penis dangling inches from Mary's
painted lips.

She didn't seem to notice him, staring intently at Master's impressive tool.
They had dressed her and made her up to look like a cheap whore, and John
couldn't help but stare at her nakedness. He had never seen her body before,
and frankly the way she looked right now was a complete turn-on for the young
man. Despite himself, he felt his penis stir.

"Put him over there." the Master pointed, "and make sure he's nice and
comfortable. This is going to be a long show, and I don't want him to miss a
single moment of it."

John's two guards marched him to the corner of the room and forced him to
kneel on all fours. One of the men fetched a strange piece of equipment and
brought it over. It consisted of three long steel tubes attached together in
the shape of an "H" with short lengths of chain between them. They clipped
John's wrists to either end of one tube, forcing his arms three feet apart.

Producing a pair of wide leather cuffs, they fastened his ankles to another
bar and he was fully immobilized, kneeling like a dog on the floor with his
arms and legs forced wide apart. Around him, the guests watched and made
snide comments about John's attire, and he blushed with humiliation.

"Excellent," spoke his host, "I see we are now ready to proceed. John, I
understand that you are to marry this lovely young lady. Of course, my
friends and I want your marriage to be a long and happy one. A very important
factor in marriage is an active sex life." He paused for effect and some of
his guests tittered. Reaching down with both hands, he began to gently caress
Mary's face and hair. She mewled and began to rock back and forth, turning
her face to meet his strokes. "Something tells me that you both have very little
sexual experience, so today we're going to do you a favor and demonstrate a
variety of sexual techniques which will no doubt prove highly educational for
you." He smiled benignly and brought his hands behind Mary's head.

And then, to John's horror, brought the tip of his large cock right up to Mary's
lips. "That's right dear, I want you to take this penis into your mouth and suck
it like a lollipop. Go on now and do it."

Mary no longer had any conscious idea of where she was or what she was doing.
The pills had reduced her to a trance-like state where she was aware of
nothing except the delicious sensations her body sent to her brain. The nice
man asked her to put his thing in her mouth, and she felt completely natural
as she obeyed him.

John could not bear to watch and screwed his eyes shut. Charles had been
expecting that and was keeping a close eye on the young man. John's eyes
sprang open when the big black man delivered a stinging blow to his upturned
ass cheeks with a rod. "Master wants you to watch and so you will watch!"

John blinked away the tears from his eyes as he helplessly watched his
innocent, virginal fiancee fellate this monster's fat erection. The man let
go of her head but she kept up her constant sucking, her head bobbing up and
down and gradually taking more and more of him until she was deep-throating
him, the very base of his large prick touching her nose with every stroke.

The Master cupped her firm breasts with his hands as he began to knead and fondle
them. Her whole body shuddered when he tweaked her fat nipples and she moaned.
"Damn!" John thought. "What in the hell is she doing?" He was too far away to see
the drugged glaze in his beloved's eyes. He could find no other answer but that she
must actually be enjoying herself. John's humiliation was intense.

Soon, the man's cock was rock-hard and he told the girl to stop sucking. John
could see that his tool was much larger than his own, perhaps ten inches long
and very thick. The man moved around behind Mary and stroked her shaven
pussy. She made little animal noises of lust and wriggled her delicious ass
against him. Grinning broadly, he held up his hand for all to see, her juices
glistening thickly on his fingers.

"That is what we call foreplay. Now for the main event." He positioned the
fat crown of his cock against Mary's dripping snatch and spreading her lips
with one hand, he slowly penetrated her. A look of pure delight covered his
face when the tip of his cock encountered her hymen. "Ladies and gentlemen,
I have a rare treat for you all today. This lovely young lady is virgo intacta,
and we shall have the pleasure of bringing her into full womanhood. As your
host, it is only fitting that I go first."

And with those words, he jerked his hips forward and burying the entire length
of his rod inside Mary's pussy. She yelped a little as he took her cherry,
but she was too far gone to feel any real pain. She responded passionately,
wriggling her ass and moving for him as their Master fucked her hard.

John couldn't help but see and hear everything in perfect detail, as his
captor invited his guests to join in from his forced kneeling position. Mary's
mouth was filled with another fat cock. She performed like a seasoned gang
bang slut, taking a cock at either end and obviously loving it. John could see
her body shake as she was overwhelmed by the first of many powerful orgasms.
The pain he felt was soul-destroying. What had they done to his beloved fiancee?
He felt as though she were betraying him.

His own body betrayed him next. Despite his horror at the goings on, he was
getting excited himself, but was unable to become fully erect. The sharp studs
lining his steel penis sheath saw to that, keeping him in a painful half-erect state.

His captor noticed and laughed. "Oh look, our little man seems to be enjoying
his lessons. Excellent. I think it's time he experienced what his lovely bride-to-
be so obviously enjoys!" The assembled guests laughed. "Remove the gag," the
man ordered the man servants. "Young man, you are truly fortunate. Your
future wife has a splendidly tight vagina. She is one of the best fucks I've ever
had. Of course, you'll just have to take my word for that!"

Everyone laughed, except for John, and Mary who continued fucking and sucking
like the slut they had turned her into.

"Just imagine what I'm feeling right now, John. My penis is buried all the
way up her sweet little cunt, and now, I am about to cum!" The wicked man
wore a look of triumph as he filled Mary's tight pussy, pumping in and out
vigorously for long moments afterwards.

Finally, he pulled out and was replaced by one of the many men waiting their
turn with the young woman. He strode to stand before John with his still
erect penis coated slickly with semen and Mary's virginal blood.

"And now it's your turn. Suck me clean." John stared at the monstrous tool
dangling before his eyes.

"Go to hell," he said through clenched teeth. "I'll never do that." The man
gazed at him a moment, his face pensive. He turned to Charles. "Very well.
Return him to the cellar and when everyone here has used the girl all they
want, take her down there as well. Then strangle her before his eyes."

He walked away from John, who forced himself to spit out the words, "Alright!
Don't hurt her, I'll do whatever you want."

His new master turned and smiled. "That's much better. Now prove it," he said
sliding his fat cock between John unwilling lips, "and do a good job or I'll
have your wife-to-be whipped within an inch of her life."

Trying not to gag, John forced himself to take most of the shaft in his mouth
and started sucking. Soon, the cock grew hard again and filled his throat,
nearly choking him.

"That's enough," said his Master. "Time to take your virginity too!" He
pulled his hard cock from John's mouth and moved around him to lift the skirt
of the maid's dress above John's hips. The young man wasn't wearing panties.

"I'd like to say this isn't going to hurt, but it will at first. But don't
worry, I'm sure we'll make a willing anal slave of you in due course!"

He placed his huge, saliva slickened tool at the entrance to John's quivering ass
and with a mighty shove, embedded it's full length into the young man's bowels.
John screamed with the suden pain. "Oh, shut up! Charles feed him something,
I'm sure he's too polite to talk with his mouth full."

The large black man obliged, unzipping his pants and producing a very large
cock. It was completely flaccid, but even so it was almost as long and thick
as the cock lodged deep in John's raped asshole. John didn't need
instructions as he stretched his lips around the broad head and started to
work his lips down the shaft. Charles stood slightly to one side so that John's
view of his fiancee was unimpeded. The young man was forced to endure the
ultimate humiliation. Here he was, dressed in drag, with his penis pierced,
being sodomized and fed black cock while his slutty bride-to-be was gang
banged before his very eyes. Things couldn't possibly get worse, or could they?

"Excellent work, young man. You're learning your lessons very well. You
know, I think you function rather well as a woman. That's very lucky for you,
because I have plans for you in that direction." John wasn't sure what the
Master meant, but he got the feeling that yes, things COULD indeed get worse!

For John and Mary, life soon became a blur of degradation and humiliation.
Their new Master explained patiently how their lives would be from now on.
They were his slaves, his servants, and would be expected to perform a
variety of duties, both sexual and domestic. Both were fitted with bracelets
containing a sensor and transmitter which would send an alarm if either tried
to escape from the rambling mansion.

Mary was kept in a drugged haze and was therefore completely incapable of
escape. She was only able to think at the level of a child, her personality
radically changed into that of a mindless sex slut with absolutely no will of
her own. She was completely obedient to her Master. John was rationally aware
of their predicament, but would not have escaped even if he could, because he
could not simply abandon his fiancee to such a fate. As the weeks went by, John
hardly ever saw Mary. She spent all of her time with their Master, who
delighted in her training.

John spent his nights cleaning the large house and preparing the breakfast
table, and his days in the cellar dungeon. Mary spent her nights in her
Master's bedroom, and her days by his side, being used as a sexual plaything
by him, his other servants and his frequent visitors. Master had installed a
closed-circuit television system in the mansion with a monitor in the
dungeon, it amused him to occasionally pipe live images and sound of
Mary's sexual performances to her humiliated young fiancee.

Mary's training was progressing to her Master's satisfaction. He now
concentrated on her beau, whom he intended to completely transform. One
day, after several months of captivity, he stopped Mary's medication for a
day so that she would be alert and aware, then led her down to the dungeon
so that she could witness John's training in progress. It was the fist time she
had seen him since that first day when they were both brutally deflowered.

MARY

The dungeon was dimly lit. Gradually, my eyes adjusted and I saw a strange
woman. Her face seemed oddly familiar. She was dressed only in a garter
belt, stockings and high heels. The woman was sitting in some kind of chair,
similar to the ones she had seen in medical examination rooms. Her ankles
were held in stirrups, and her arms were strapped by her sides. The chair had
been adjusted so that the woman was bent almost in half, her buttocks pointing
straight up and her legs spread to either side of her heavily made-up face.
Dangling from the ceiling was a large rubber bag, with a hose running to the
chair.

"Look more closely, my dear," commanded Master, "I want you to remember
this for the rest of your life."

And I would! As my eyes adjusted fully to the dim light, I realized I was
looking at John, my beloved fiancee. I gasped in horror. What had the Master
done to him?!?

"This setup is quite sophisticated," Master proudly proclaimed, "in a few
short months, John has made remarkable progress. The bag you see contains a
cocktail of female hormones and mind-altering drugs. The hose is connected to
a special rubber enema nozzle which is a perfect replica of my penis. Which as
you well know, it's quite large and quite thick. Your darling betrothed has
learned to take all of it up his cute little butt. The release rate is carefully
controlled. A trickle feed that delivers his medication for maximum efficiency
and absorption."

I could see everything clearly now. The base of a thick rubber dildo
protruded from John's smooth ass. His entire body was now smooth, I saw.

"After we first waxed off all his body hair, it didn't grow back the hormones
saw to that." Master continued.

John's head was at his crotch. I could see that he was sucking his own cock.
John's features had softened somehow, and with the heavy makeup he looked
like a real woman, a female replica of what had once been my handsome fiancee.
He even had breasts now, almost as large as my own! I saw that his fat erect
nipples had been pierced with thick golden rings.

At the sound of Master's voice, he had shifted his glazed stare away from the
small television monitor mounted above the chair and looked our way.
Something stirred behind his eyes, and I knew he was still aware enough of
his surroundings to recognize me. He knew I was witnessing his degradation
and humiliation, but was powerless to do anything about it.

"Continue your training John. That's right, keep sucking." John's gaze
shifted back to the monitor and his head started to bob slowly up and down
the length of his penis. On the monitor, I could see a video taped recording
of myself and the four black man servants. They had me sandwiched, one huge
cock impaled my anus, while another penetrated my vagina and I was sucking
the other two, alternating between their glistening cocks and trying to force
them both into my mouth at once. I was moaning with pleasure, and as I watched,
what appeared to be a series of massive orgasms rocked my body. I could only
vaguely remember doing those things, and I was horrified to see what a big slut I
had become under Master's expert tutelage but at the same time I felt myself
growing wet. Could I actually WANT this?!?

"This is a highly effective form of physical transformation and
indoctrination, brainwashing if you will." Master sounded very smug. "The
hormones are reshaping his body and giving him feminine feelings and
instincts. The drugs in the formula keep him sexually aroused yet submissive.
He is forced to constantly watch you having sex with others, both live and
taped, while absorbing the formula and fellating himself. He now
subconsciously associates his daytime viewing with extreme pleasure. From now
on, he will become aroused whenever he sees you having sex with other men and
women, and ONLY then. He is quite incapable of servicing you as a man now.
You see the ring at the base of his penis? It helps him stay erect, but it also
prevents him from ejaculating. Often, I allow him gratification, but only on
my terms. I allow Charles and the other male servants to use him, and since
he has become such a pretty she-male they seize the opportunity quite
frequently. He has learned to greatly enjoy their big black cocks, and now he
is only capable of achieving an erection while watching you, and he can only
orgasm with a cock in his anus, mouth, or both. Whenever he is allowed to
leave the dungeon he must wear his special penis sheath, which painfully
prevents him from achieving a full erection and ejaculating. He is in fact
quite addicted to his training, once I switched the monitor off to see his
reaction, and he begged me to turn it back on. As you know, I am a merciful
Master and so I obliged." At that, he took my arm and led me back upstairs.

"Oh yes, my love!" Mary looked deep in John's eyes as he slipped the
diamond engagement ring on her finger. He had just proposed, and she had
immediately accepted. His lips found hers and they kissed tenderly.
John's tongue tentatively probed inside her and she allowed it for a
moment before breaking off the kiss. They were going to be married,
after all, but their strict religious upbringing meant neither of them
would let things get out of control until their wedding night. They were
both devout young Christians from good families, and although they had
been highschool sweethearts for years, neither had seen each other
naked. Aside from the one time they got a little carried away and
actually French kissed while John nervously stroked Mary's firm breasts
for a few moments, the pair really were saving themselves for marriage.

"Come on, we'd better try and find our way home. Our families will be
getting worried.." John spoke, and started clearing the remains of their
picnic. They had gone for a drive in the countryside on a lazy
summer's afternoon, it was a Saturday, and very peaceful. They had not
seen another soul for hours.
They took a few wrong turns, and drove down endless country roads for
nearly two hours before realizing they were completely lost. They had
seen no living soul, nor even street signs to help them out. Finally, to
make things even worse, the car broke down. The engine made some funny
noises and slowly died. John tried to restart the car, to no avail. It
eventually coasted to a halt and the young couple looked at each other.
John spoke first. "We'll have to see about getting to a telephone. There
must be a farmhouse or something around here." She nodded agreement,
they locked the car and looked around. The woods were thick here, and
they could see no sign of civilization. John shrugged and lead the way
in the direction they had been traveling.

About half a mile up the road, they came across a mailbox by what had to
be a driveway leading into the forest. It was a long driveway, a few
minutes later their spirits lifted as a large, rambling mansion with
several outbuildings came into view. They walked up to the front door
and knocked.

A few moments later, an attractive blonde opened the door, she was
wearing a traditional maid's costume. She looked John and Mary up and
down and raised an eyebrow. "Yes? How can I help you?." she enquired.

John cleared his throat and explained that their car had broken down, he
asked to use the telephone to call the nearest garage. The woman didn't
react, she just stared at him blankly. John was starting to get uneasy, but
couldn't quite put his finger on what caused his concern. The woman
stepped aside and waved John and Mary into the large tiled entrance
hall. Majestic twin staircases swept up to a large mezzanine where a
tall man stood, a glass of champagne in his hand. Wearing a tuxedo, he
was ruggedly handsome, about forty years old. His temples showed just
enough grey hair to look distinguished.

"Welcome to my humble home. What a pleasant surprise! I was just
entertaining some friends. Come, you must join us for a cool drink." He
beckoned with one hand. John and Mary glanced at each other and shrugged.

"Thank you, that would be nice." John accepted on their behalf and the
young couple mounted the stairs. John shook the man's hand and
introduced himself and Mary.

"Charmed." the man murmured as he bowed and brushed his lips on Mary's
hand. "My name is Robert Stevens III." He turned and led the way through
beautifully paneled double doors and they found themselves in a large living
room. There were perhaps twenty men and women standing and sitting
around, drinks in hand. They were all dressed to the hilt, and Mary felt a
little uncomfortable in her plain sun dress. Standing in each corner of the
room were large, muscular black men, obviously man servants by their dress.
The man snapped his fingers and another maid appeared instantly.

"June, please fetch our guests some lemonade." She too was wearing a
maid's costume, with a very short skirt, petticoats, seamed stocking, high
heels and a little apron. The look was completed by a little starched cap.
John tried not to stare as she sashayed toward a wet bar.

"I'm sorry - we didn't mean to interrupt your party." he apologized to
his host. "Nonsense. You're most welcome to join us, this is just an
informal little gathering to celebrate the engagement of two friends."
He glanced at an attractive young couple seated nearby. They smiled and
nodded at John and Mary. Mary gushed. "Congratulations! As a matter of
fact, John proposed to me today!" She raised her hand and displayed her
engagement ring.

The maid returned with a silver tray and served them tall, frosted
glasses of lemonade. Mr. Stevens noticed John's eyes staring at the
collar she wore, made of black velvet, it had a small golden padlock
dangling from it. A sly little smile played on the man's lips. "She's
quite lovely, isn't she. One of my favorite little slaves, and quite
exotic. The lock is of course symbolic, she couldn't imagine a life
without her Master. Could you, dear?." The maid spoke for the first
time. "No, Master." Their host dismissed her and waved a hand at the
other guests. "She is not alone, as you can see, my friends share my
proclivities." They could now see that scattered among the other guests
were several women with similar collars to the maids, each with a little
padlock.

John and Mary were dismayed. John found his voice first, and handed his
drink to his host. 'That's enough. We're leaving now. You people are a
bunch of sick perverts. Come on, Mary." He took his fiancee by the arm
and steered her toward the door. Their little scene had been noticed by
all the other guests, who watched silently.

"Not so fast, young man." The man's voice was harsh, commanding. John
turned. "I think you need to learn a lesson or two, you are very quick
to judge my friends and I - in my own house, no less." John snorted in
disgust and turned to leave. The man snapped his fingers and suddenly,
strong arms seized the young couple from behind. Mary screamed in fright
and the black manservant quickly clapped his hand over her mouth. He
held her wrists pinned easily behind her. John struggled fiercely but
the two burly servants holding him were far too strong, he surrendered
as their master walked up.
"I think you'll be enjoying my hospitality for quite a bit longer than
you expected. I shall enjoy instructing you in the ways of the real
world. Your self-righteous hypocrisy angers me, when I'm done with you,
it will have disappeared. Count on that!" John tried to hide his terror.
His voice shook as he spoke. "You must be crazy. You can't just hold us
prisoner here!"

The man chuckled wryly. "Oh, but I can you see. And quite easily. He
turned to the other guests, who had gathered in a large circle and were
watching the proceedings with great interest. "Don't you all agree?"
There was a ripple of laughter that sounded very sinister to John. These
people were all in on some little secret, and John didn't dare imagine
what that might be. "Listen mister, you're all crazy!" John got no
further before the man struck him hard in the stomach and left him
gasping for air.

"Your first lesson, young man is that I am not 'mister'. In fact, I am Master,
and you shall address me that way from now on. You will only speak when
spoken to, and you will show proper respect at all times. The same applies
to you, young lady."

He spoke to the servant holding Mary. "Take them away. You know what to
do." He turned away contemptuously and rejoined his other guests as the
three strapping black servants led John and Mary from the room. The
fourth, a man named Charles who was the Major Domo in charge of the
other servants, remained and listened carefully as his master issued
detailed instructions before rejoining his guests.
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MARY

Mary had never been so scared in her life, and she had to fight to keep
from wetting herself, as the big black man dragged her away from John.
He took her to a bedroom and locked her inside before leaving. She
looked around the room. It seemed to be a fairly average room, with a
king size bed and nice furnishings, except that the windows were all
barred, suggesting this house had held reluctant guests before.

Mary turned at the sound of the door. One of the black men entered,
along with the submissive maid she had seen earlier. "My name is
Charles, and I believe you've already been introduced to June. We're
here to get you ready for the Master. Please undress."

Mary stared at him. "Do as you're told, miss. Either way, you will strip
naked, but if you cooperate, it'll be a lot easier on you." He stared
back, and it was obvious to her that he meant it. Behind the man, June
looked at her and nodded, as if to warn Mary of what would happen if she
did not comply.

Slowly, she stripped down to her bra and panties. "All of it." Charles ordered.
Humiliated, she obeyed and stood before them. Charles now turned to June.
"You know what to do. Prepare this girl for the Master." Leaving Mary in her
expert hands, Charles left to attend to other business, locking the door behind
him. It didn't take him long to find the couple's abandoned car and hot wire it,
a trick he had learned in his youth, spent in city slums. He parked the car in a
large barn behind the house and closed the doors. Tomorrow, he would push
the vehicle over a cliff into a nearby river, making sure it exploded. When the
police found the wreck, they would assume the occupants' bodies had been
washed away. It was not the first time he had helped his Master make people
disappear.

Taking Mary by the hand, June led her into the bathroom and ran a hot tub for
her. She made Mary immerse herself in the musky scented water and began to
shave her legs, arms and armpits. Finally, she shaved between Mary's legs and
around her anus. Mary knew better than to protest, and when the woman was
finished Mary's body was completely hairless.

Drying her off, the woman led Mary to the dressing table, where she fixed
Mary's face and hair. As Mary watched her reflection in the large mirror,
she saw herself gradually being transform into a rather slutty-looking
woman, the kind of woman she and her religious friends scorned, with big
hair, and heavy make-up. She had never worn makeup in her life, and she
found it hard to believe how the thick coat of bright red lip gloss made
her lips seem fuller.

Finally, she was made to dress in a lacy white garter belt, matching seamed
stockings, opera-length silk gloves and very high heels. She could barely
maintain her balance in her shoes, the heels were so high. She looked around,
but could see no other articles of clothing. June guessed her thoughts and
confirmed them. "That's right honey, these are all the clothes you'll be needing."

Charles had returned from his errand and had been watching impassively.
He now stepped forward and handed Mary a glass of water and several
pills. She looked at them. They were all different shapes and colors.

"What are these?" she asked the man with a tremor in her voice.

"Think of them as vitamin tablets, they'll make things easier for you later,"
he intoned, "So just take them, and shut up."

Reluctantly, she did as she was told and was then led from the room. She
had barely taken a dozen steps before she started feeling dizzy.

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JOHN

My mind reeled as I was carried away by those two silent gorillas. I
struggled when the other guy led Mary away, but there was nothing I could
do. I called out to her. "Be brave honey, remember I love you!" Her
eyes pleaded silently as she was firmly marched around a corner.
I was to find out later what these weirdos were all about. Basically,
they liked to play sex games. Kinky sex games. Robert Stevens was a very
wealthy man. Semi-retired, he had the time and resources to dedicate to
his hobbies, and a network of like minded friends to play with. Bondage/
Discipline and Sadism/Masochism featured prominently in their sport,
although they were all basically dominant. Their slaves were not
considered part of the group as such, they were mere playthings, not
humans in their masters' eyes.

The two man servants took me down to the cellar of the house and into a
special room. When they turned on the light, I saw that it had been fitted
out like some kind of weird dungeon.

They locked heavy leather cuffs around my wrists and attached them to a
hook hanging from the tall ceiling by a heavy chain. I pleaded for my
freedom, but my only reward was to have a red rubber ball gag forced
between my teeth and buckled into place behind my head. One of them
walked over to the nearest wall, where some kind of pulley arrangement
connected to the ceiling hook. He started cranking, and I winced as my
feet left the floor and my wrists and shoulders took all of my weight.

One of them produced a switchblade and I froze. My mind whirled
terror-struck as he approached me again. My relief was almost tangible
when he only used it to cut all my clothes off, although I wasn't
exactly thrilled at hanging naked from the ceiling before two strange
black men.

The other man opened a small refrigerator in a corner of the dungeon and
removed a small metal case. He opened it to reveal a hypodermic syringe,
with which he carefully drew some kind of clear liquid from a small
vial. He tapped the syringe to clear it of any air bubbles. What was that
stuff? I was helpless to resist as he deftly plunged it into my buttock
and injected me with the drug. It took effect almost immediately, and I
lost consciousness.

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As soon as his body slumped to hang motionless from the ceiling hook,
the two black men prepared him for what was to follow. One of them
carefully shaved John's groin and swabbed his penis with alcohol while
the other sterilised some surgical instruments. He went over to a chest
of drawers and studied the contents of the top drawer. Satisfied, he
removed a tiny padlock and what apeared to be a stainless steel sheath
of some sort, about three inches long, one inch in diameter and lined on
the inside with sharp little studs.

He fit it over John's now shaven, flaccid penis. One end fit smoothly
against the base of his cock, and the other sat snugly under the crown.
The man had to stretch John's cock a little, but that was the whole
idea. It was a perfect fit. He pulled a bit of flesh from below the head
John's penis, where there was a small gap in the shining cylinder, and
asked his comrade to hold it, stretched into place with a pair of surgical
tongs. Finally, he produced a thick needle and carefully ran it through
the stretched fold of flesh. He threaded the hasp of the padlock through
the newly pierced penis and clicked it shut. John's was now locked into
a steel sheath that would prevent him from gaining a full erection, and,
in fact, the studs lining the shaft would torture his poor cock if he
started to become erect.

Finally, they lowered John from the ceiling and dressed him in a larger
version of the maid's costume that June wore, complete with a garter belt,
sheer seamed stockings and 5" black patent leather, stilettoed high heeled
shoes. His humiliation would be complete.

Their work done, they waited patiently for John to regain consciousness.
That didn't take very long, and they laughed out loud at the look of
horror on his face when he realized what they had done to him. "Well my
boy, there'll be some cocks spewing later on, but your's won't be one of
'em! The Master will only remove that sheath for his pleasure and
amusement, not yours!"

They were still chuckling as they fastened his cuffed wrists together
behind his back. They took him back to the living room where his fiancee
was on her hands and knees in the center of the floor.

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MARY

They took me back to the living room. I was hideously embarrassed. I
mean, I wasn't wearing any clothes! The outfit they'd made me wear left
my private parts and breasts totally exposed, and they'd even shaved
away what little modesty my pubic hair would have afforded me.
But I soon forgot about that, in fact, I soon forgot about everything. I
didn't know what was in those pills that they gave me, but it must have
been a pretty powerful cocktail as it was impossible to think, or
concentrate on anything. I felt strangely docile and I felt an unfamiliar
moisture between my legs and my body was very relaxed. My escorts
didn't need to hold me or anything, I went obediently where they told me,
like an mindless sheep. When we entered the living room, all the men
and women, and my Master, were still there, except that they had changed
their clothes. None of the men wore anything, and it was only the mind
numbing effects of the drugs that kept me from shutting my eyes at the
spectacle. The women were all dressed much like I was, like sluts. I was
told to get on my hands and knees on the floor, which I did. That's pretty
much the last thing I remember before my mind blacked out completely,
but Master later showed me a videotape of what happened next.

--- Copyright ) 1997 - All Rights Reserved ---

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describes sexual acts and behavior in explicit and graphic detail. Only
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DISCLAIMER:
The attached document is a three part story (The Engagement), this story is
entirely fictional. The characters, places and events depicted in this story
are not intended to represent or resemble any real persons, places, or
events. Any such resemblance is purely coincidental.

This story is a work of extremely explicit and graphic sexual fantasy. The
depiction of any act in this story, including, but not limited to,
non-consensual sexual activity, oral/anal/vaginal sex, heterosexual and
homosexual acts, use of drugs and other mind-altering substances on an
unwilling or unknowing human being, and degradation, humiliation or
enslavement of a human being should not be construed to imply that the
author condones the performance of said act, either on the author's part
or on the part of anyone else.

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is innocent or real in this story. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO
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Rob sat on the small couch in their hotel suite, sipping his vodka tonic (with
no lime). He could hear the shower running in the bath as Adriana rinsed the
sweat from her long lithe body.

He was still amazed at the generous way she had given herself over to their
bondage game, and gratified at her good grace in accepting his tumultuous orgasm
over her own. He had untied her as swiftly as he could given shaky legs, and
Adriana had embraced him and held her mouth pressed to his for so long he
thought their lips might bruise.

Rob had slid on boxer shorts and dropped into the couch as she stripped the
sticky blouse from her shoulders. "It may not be romantic, but it is practical;
I have to soak this," she said, moving to the marble handsink, running water,
and submerging her fine blouse and the silken scarf which had bound her eyes.
Then she picked up her skirt that he had kicked away under the desk, and her own
discarded pantyhose and bra. Housekeeping completed, she had prepared his
cocktail from the mini bar, as he promised to pay for her dry cleaning and for
the new toys in her magical bag. Adriana kissed him on the cheek as she
delivered the drink and announced that she was going to take a shower. "But I'm
not letting you off the hook. You owe me an orgasm, and you're going to give me
one. I want you inside of me."

What to do with his victim? He glared at the king-sized bed. Didn't beds used to
have headboards on which to bind young maidens' arms, he mused. He got up and
walked to the head of the bed. A soft bolster was mounted on the wall-great for
reading in bed perhaps, but not for tying young women. He explored the bedside
stand. It had the requisite legs. He gave it a shake. Also mounted to the wall.
Excellent!

He dumped out Adriana's bag of tricks and snatched two cords. He tied one to a
leg on the bedside stand, and with the other end, secured a leather cuff. He
repeated the operation with the bedstand on the other side.

The shower stopped. He knew that was just the beginning-she'd have to towel off,
brush her hair, apply moisturizer. Rob swept the materials back into the bag,
setting it within reach. He returned to his spot on the small couch, detouring
by the desk to set the lamp and phone on the floor.

"Are you ready?" she called to him.

"To see you, or for another drink?" he asked.

He heard her Bronx cheer, then watched her step around the corner into the room.
She wore a striking blueish purple teddy, drawn tightly across her crotch, cut
very high at the hips. It was held up with elastic over her breasts, like a
bandeau top? The ultimate accent: she was wearing similar-colored elbow length
gloves. He felt his cock begin to stir to attention.

"Wow," he exclaimed as he got up. "You look absolutely delicious."

"Do you like it? Do you think the gloves are a bit much?"

"Too much? No, how could you even say such a thing. My gosh, you look
incredible."

She looked at herself in the mirror, straight on and in profile as she
explained. "I found them while I was cleaning out a closet. I needed them for a
bridesmaid dress a few years ago, and thought then, 'how impractical!' But I
held onto them. Then I saw this at a store," she ran her hands down her sides
and back up again, "and the color was so close, I thought what the hell."

"Speaking of color," Adriana started, turning to him, "I hope you're proud of
yourself," She turned and lifted the hem of the teddy, exposing her reddened
backside. "My ass is so tender, the water from the shower head brought tears to
my eyes." She looked over her shoulder, grinning madly at him.

"Are you still prepared to give yourself over to me?" he asked gently.

"In a minute." She turned to him and embraced him, pulling his head down to give
him a passionate kiss, their tongues anxiously probing one another's. Then she
broke the kiss and stepped back, wrapping her gloved arms behind her. "Do with
me what you will, oh master!"

He led Adriana to the bed, and she quickly took in the cuffs on either side of
the bed. She crawled across the top of it, then rolled over onto her back,
voluntarily extending her arms to either side. Rob cuffed her gloved wrist, then
readjusted the knot, pulling up the slack and securing her to the bedstand. He
walked around the bed and repeated the operation, stretching her arms across the
width of the king-sized bed. "Try it," he ordered, and she strained at her
bonds.

At the foot of the bed, he seized an ankle in each hand and drew her body down
the bed, stretching her arms even more. "Hey," she complained. He released her
and she squirmed higher to relieve most of the tension on her arms.

He picked up a bed pillow and had her lift her ass so he could support her hips
on the pillow for a better angle.

He turned to the desk, lifted it and brought it to the foot of the bed. With
more cord from the zippered bag, he tied each of Adriana's ankles to legs of the
desk, stretching her body spread-eagle.

Already his cock was rising in his shorts.

"Well, you got a shower, I think I need one now."

"Rob, you can't leave me here like this," she whined.

"That's a good point, what if you cry out?" He rummaged in the bag and came out
with a roll of red sport tape and another square of cloth.

Adriana's eyes widened as he sat on the bed next to her and worked loose the end
of the sticky cloth tape from its roll. She talked very fast: "Rob, you can't
gag me. I mean this is my first time and you'll be in the shower and what if
something goes wrong and what if someone's at the door--"

"I'm in control here. You gave yourself to me. And I can't have you yelling
while I'm in the shower." He explained patiently.

"But what about our safeword? I can't call out our safeword --" the rest was
lost as he stuffed the cloth into her protesting mouth. She spun her head away,
working it from side to side, but he stayed with her. He gently but firmly held
her jaw open as he carefully packed in the cloth. Then he began to wrap the
crimson cloth tape over her mouth, behind her head, careful not to trap her
hair. About 5 or 6 passes around, and he tore off the tape end. The tape covered
her mouth from beneath her nostrils to just short of the point of her chin. He
poked a finger into her ribcage and listened to her muffled squeal. Fine, he
thought to himself.

"Adriana, don't worry so. You won't need the safeword, I won't do anything any
worse than what we did before." He rummaged in the bag and withdrew her
vibrator. He laid it carefully between her legs, one end balanced on the pillow,
the other lying across her crotch. He did not turn it on.

Rob stepped back to view his prize. Barely clad in purple, her legs spread,
gloved arms firmly outstretched. Mouth sealed with crimson tape. A plastic cock
rising from her crotch.

The drapery brushed at his shoulder, and a new thought occurred. He peeked out
the window, then slowly drew the drape open about 12 inches. He grinned
maniacally listening to her squeal and seeing the newfound struggle as she
worked to get loose. Clearly she didn't remember that their view opened on to
the lake; there was no building opposite them.

"Now you put on a good show for the neighbors," he instructed as he stripped off
the shorts, his penis jutting out at a curved angle. "Think of me."

He tried to make his shower last a long time, but patience was impossible. He
carefully soaped his cock and balls, anxious to get back to her and sink into
her wet pussy. He turned off the water, dried himself, and knotted the towel
around his waist.

Of course she was still there, nipples turgid through the thin material of her
nightgown, her face flushed with excitement. The vibe had fallen away as she
twisted, and lay pointing downward, between her ass cheeks. Later, perhaps, he
thought, as he took it away and set it on the bed.

He straddled her torso and began kneading her full breasts through the sexy top.
He loved the way Adriana's hair spilled on the pillow, her wide eyes, her
covered mouth. He loved the gloved arms reaching out at 10 and at 2 o'clock. Rob
slowly pulled at the elastic top, sliding it down Adriana's breasts, until they
popped over the edge. He rolled each nipple between his fingers adoringly, and
she closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

He pulled the towel off his waist and dropped it over the edge of the bed. He
positioned himself, squeezing her breasts together in a channel to run his cock
through for a few strokes. He stopped a moment, then carefully moved his foot
between her thighs, pressing his toe against her puffy sex. She giggled a
little. Then he resumed his tit-fucking.

Rob stopped and cautiously dismounted. Adriana made a nasally pleading noise and
watched with anxious eyes. He rescued the vibrator, turned it to a low setting,
and slowly traced it down her throat, across and between her breasts, lifting it
over her tummy and placing it lightly on the pantied crotch. The silken material
was almost sodden with her juices. He raised a leghole, pulling the crotch to
one side and pressed the smooth rounded head of the vibrator against her pouting
pussy lips. A few seconds later, he worked the length of it into her.

Adriana tried frantically to piston her hips, but the cords held and she could
only toss her head in frustration. Clearly, Rob was in charge here, and she
willed herself to relax and enjoy his performance.

He tired of forcing the material away, so he undid the buttons of the crotch and
tucked the teddy material away. With one hand he continued to fuck Adriana with
the vibrator. With the other, he held open her pussy lips and gently fingered
her love button. Were her hands not bound, he knew, she most certain would have
applauded.

Rob could tell by her breathing, her sweat, her struggles that Adriana was close
to cumming. He withdrew the vibrator and shut it off.

He slid his fleshy sword into her like it was coming home. She squealed with
delight. As she involuntarily pulled her legs, the desk banged against the foot
of the bed.

One hand on her hip, the other massaging her breasts and nipples, he kissed her
neck, his cheek pressed against her red gag. He rose on his elbows, looked into
her eyes, and pressed his lips against hers. She groaned, frustrated by the
barrier, chewing at the material he had packed into her mouth.

He sawed in and out of her pussy with savage abandon, his hips pistoning up and
down, thrusting his shaft, piercing her. Adriana forgot to struggle, forgot the
cords holding her ankles and wrists, even the gag in her mouth as she gave
herself over to his passion. They were fucking like horny teenagers, hammering
one-anothers' pubic bone with each passionate stroke.

He felt it surging up inside of him, and changed his tempo. She recognized the
change and protested with a groan. All the sensations, and that moan, put him
over the top and he pulsed his creme into her.

As she felt his cockhead pulse within her, Adriana realized she too was cumming,
throbbing, cumming like she never had before. She tried to trap him with her
thighs, tighten her grip on his cock, and she pulled hopelessly at the leather
and rope binding her wrists.

He lay atop her exhausted now, listening to her heavy pants and sighs through
her nose. He clawed at the velcro-like fabric, pulling it down off her face,
spilling across her throat. He pulled the sodden cloth from her mouth and cast
it somewhere off the bed. She sucked in air gratefully.

He fumbled with his right hand, unbuckling her left gloved wrist. Slowly Adriana
lowered the arm, certain her muscles would ache even more in the morning.

"Don't," she said as he made to get off her.

"I should, I'm too heavy, I need to untie you."

Her answer was an intimate squeeze of his joint, buried in her. "In a minute.
Just lay here, on me, and enjoy the moment."

Rob pushed back in his chair, took the napkin from his lap and applied it to his
lips. "Fantastic!" he exclaimed.

Adriana smiled at him as she too pushed away from the table. "Terrific," she
agreed. "What a great meal."

"What a great year" They were celebrating a year together by enjoying the best
seafood the city had to offer - the price be hanged.

"Are you going to have coffee?" She asked, reaching to the floor for her
handbag.

"Yes, a meal like that deserves it," he said.

"Order me a coffee, or cappachino if they have it," she opened her purse and
pushed an envelope across the table at him. "Happy anniversary. Why don't you
read this while I excuse myself." She rose from the table gracefully, smoothed
the front of her skirt with a free hand, and strode off to the rest room.

The card showed a single red rose glistening with dew on a black backdrop. Rob
never did read the printed message inside (if there was one) as he was
captivated by what Adriana had written:

My darling.

We've both noted how hard to believe it is that a year has already passed by. A
year ago I would never have believed anyone if they had said how happy I could
be. Our love literally means the world to me, and I can't imagine ever being
without you.

I know the past few months have been somewhat of a disappointment to you. We've
grown in our relationship to a new phase, and much of the passion of our first
early months seems to have dissipated. We've been comfortable together. And I
think that's great, but I still miss our passionate early lovemaking.

He shut the card as the waitress cleared the dinner plates and nodded at his
cappichono order. As she moved away, he resumed reading. His eyes widened at the
following lines:

I've given a lot of thought to your hints about taking our relationship to the
next level. While you were away a few weeks ago, I logged into your computer and
clicked on some of the bookmarks you have in your private folder. I knew of your
interest in bondage and role-playing, but I saw and read about things that I
never knew existed. I hope you won't be angry with me for invading your privacy.
I do think you'll be pleased with what I'd like to do tonight.

He folded the card, returned it to its envelope and slid it in his breast
pocket. When he had asked Adriana to bring in his mail and water a few plants,
he'd never contemplated that she'd check his favorite bondage links. His mind
raced: what pictures had she seen. What positions interested her, or worst,
horrified her. He wondered if she had gone into his fiction folder.

Adriana was striding back toward him now. A beautiful blond haired woman, she
wore tasteful jewelry, a silky blouse, a black long A-line skirt and totteringly
high heels. She pulled out her chair, sat, and held her purse in her lap. "Hi."

"Hell-o" he stretched it out to two syllables.

"You read it?" she asked, her head lowered, eyes focused on the tables' edge.

"I did. I'm very intrigued." Was she blushing?

She looked over her shoulder, then the other. She darted a hand into her purse,
came out with something he couldn't see, then she stretched over and stuffed it
in his side jacket pocket. As she straightened, the waitress brought the coffee.

His hand dipped in the pocket and fingered the material. Silky. Was that a
string of elastic? His cock began to stiffen as he realized she had presented
him with the panties that she had worn that night.

In one of his favorite stories on line, a woman had agreed to her husband's
possessive desires in just such a way, a simple gesture of stripping her silky
panties and giving them to her new master.

"... and your cappachino, sir." The waitress presented his coffee, quite unaware
of her patron's thoughts, his hand in one pocket.

"Thanks. Has it been a busy night?" Rob asked her, looking over at Adrianna.
While the waitress chattered about the highs and lulls of the restaurant
business, Adriana's eyes were focused laser-like on Rob's hand in the jacket
pocket.

"Are you o.k., Adriana? Your face looks quite flushed."

Adriana looked up wide-eyed at both Rob and the concerned waitress. "Umm, no,
fine actually. The cappachino's quite hot."

The waitress smiled, asked if there would be anything else, then went off to
tally the bill.

"I assume you don't want dessert."

She smiled. She had applied fresh lipstick while in the restroom, and her mouth
looked fantastic. "I thought I could entice you with something sweet back in the
room." She sipped coffee, leaving a red lip print on the cup.

"Do you feel o.k. with this?" Rob asked.

"I think so. I feel very strange in public with... you know what I gave you?"

"Shall I put them on the table?" he reached down toward his pocket.

"No!" she hissed. "No, don't do that. Don't do that to me. Not here."

He said, in carefully measured tones, "I'll do what I want, exactly how I want
to. Isn't that what you want?"

She smiled againand lowered her eyes demurely. "I think I'm ready to go when you
are."

The bill paid, the valet retrieved the car and in minutes they were driving back
to their hotel. She leaned over and kissed his cheek, reaching to stroke his
erection through his slacks.

"Sit back," he growled at her. She obeyed immediately. "Now raise your skirt so
I can look at your sexy legs while I drive."

"Rob, this skirt isn't made for that," she protested.

"You'll do what I say, or you'll suffer for it later. If fact, you'll be
punished for hesitating just now."

Adriana made a little noise of protest. Then she gathered fabric in her hands
and slowly drew the skirt so that the hem was just up past her knees.

"Higher than that," Rob insisted. "I want to see some thigh."

"Rob, this material will wrinkle!"

His unspoken reprimand stung her. She lifted herself from the seat and pulled
the skirt higher, exhibiting more of her shapely, silky nylon legs. She settled
herself and reached for his hand.

He held the hand. "No panties," he reminded her, matter-of-factly.

"The seam is rubbing right into me. Is the hotel much farther?"

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As they walked down the corridor, she passed the room card to him. She had been
the last to leave the room. He slid the bar code through the slot, pushed the
door open as the light turned green.

There was a small zippered bag set on the edge of the bed. He remembered seeing
it in her luggage. As she closed draperies and adjusted lights, she said, "Open
it darling. I hope I did all right. It's all for you. Happy anniversary."

She must have found the adults-only story in the next town over. He took soft
leather cuffs from the bag, and turned toward her. Adriana now stood patiently
before him, flushed, eyes down, hands clasped in front of her. He fastened one
cuff on her left wrist. He looked at Adriana's face. Then he pulled her arm,
spinning her, grabbed her right arm and cuffed her hands behind her. "Oh god,"
she whimpered.

Rob noticed they were standing alongside a floor-length dressing mirror. He held
his prisoner so they both looked at the mirror. "You look so hot," he murmured.
He felt for the zipper at the back of her long skirt. Adriana stretched her
fingers, fumbling uncertainly at his throbbing cock. He pushed away her bound
hands. "You'll have your chance," he whispered.

The zipper free, the skirt loosened on her hips and with a push, fell in a heap
at her feet. He drew on the tails of her blouse, uncovering her thatch of hair
trapped under her pantyhose. With his left hand he held her wrists and the
gathered blouse; with his right he stroked the V between her legs, his fingers
coming up hot and moist. Adriana closed her eyes and sighed, finishing with a
moan.

"Step out of your skirt," he suggested and she complied. He swept away the
garment, openly admiring her toned legs in the high black heels. Adriana stood
with feet close together, rubbing her thighs together impotently, shaking her
cuffs behind her.

He fished in the bag and came out with a long black scarf. He stood behind
Adriana, looking over her shoulder in the mirror. He held the scarf in front of
her waist, a hand on either side of her. He slowly brought the scarf up, pausing
to rub the taut silk against her full breasts. He brought the scarf up in front
of her mouth, then higher, pulling it across her eyes and knotting it behind her
head. "Oh god, this is so wild," she whispered.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked gently.

"No, no, don't stop. God I want you!"

"In time. Do you know what a safe word is? If things are going beyond a point
where you are comfortable and you want me to stop, just say 'mercy' and I'll
stop. 'Til then, though, we're play acting, and don't get scared."

She answered with a nod and a gulp.

Rob steered her toward the bed and ordered her to stand there. He unbuttoned her
silky blouse, and caressed each full breast through her black silken Victoria's
Secret underwire bra.

He settled at an angle on the edge of the bed, and guided Adriana across his
lap. Her torso and head lay across the bed, her hips across his lap, her legs
stretched behind her ending in a pair of sexy black heels. He settled his right
hand on her buttock cheek, his left on her lower back.

"You know what I'm going to do?" he asked. There was no response. "Say it, say
what I'm going to do."

She giggled. "Spank," she spat out. "You're going to spank me."

"I don't see the humor in that," he said and swatted her. She gasped. "And keep
those shoes on. If they come off your feet, I'll spank you with the sole of your
shoe." He stung her other cheek. "And I might fuck you with the heel," he said
with emphasis.

She gasped as he spanked her again. And again. He alternated cheeks, then
hesitated. Adriana clenched her buttocks as she anticipated his swat. He pounded
one repeatedly, then switched to the other. Her gasps quickly turned to moans.
"Too hot," she said. "Too hard, too hot."

He stopped then, gripped the waistband of the pantyhose and drew them down
across her thighs. Then he resumed the spanking, trying to ignore her heady
musk, her frustrated moans, and the ache in his pants.

He stopped as they were both panting for breath. "Gaa, I feel so slutty," she
gasped. "Ohh!" A throaty moan escaped her lips as he probed her vagina with
three fingers.

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"Get on your knees," Rob directed, lifting her hips and pushing her away so that
the weight of her legs dragged her down off the bed. She leaned heavily against
the bed, struggling to get upright on her knees.

As he stripped, he looked at Adriana kneeling upright by the bed. Wonton and
willing. Eyes masked with a black silk blindfold. Her tailored blouse open and
slipped off one shoulder, exposing her perfect breasts encased in a silken
uplifting bra. Her arms drawn behind her - he could see the leather cuffs in the
mirror, as well as the black high heels. Her pantyhose waistband bound her
thighs together.

"How are you doing? You o.k. with this?" he asked softly.

She grinned and laughed wickedly. "Let me show you," Adriana said and cautiously
parted her lips, waiting for his assault. His cock penetrated her recently
made-up mouth, sawing in and out. He gripped her thick blond hair with one hand,
and squeezed her breast with the other, pausing to tear the bra strap from her
shoulder.

Rob loved having her like this, both looking straight down on her, then with a
turn of his head, watching her in the mirror. He loved how her dangling earrings
showed just beneath the wraparound blindfold. Her carefully made-up fingernails
kept rolling into fists as Adriana struggled with her bonds behind her. His hand
fondled the bare breast, still partially held up by the tight underwire bra. She
still wore the high-heeled shoes, and with her thighs bound by the pantyhose,
she had spread her feet for better balance.

His cock popped from her mouth as she turned her head away. "If you untie my
hands, I could touch your balls," she gasped. A thin string of spittle stretched
from his cock head to the corner of her mouth.

Too many images, too many sensations, and now that. He grabbed his cock as it
spurted, shooting a stream onto Adriana's cheek, the blindfold, and the blouse
hanging on her shoulder. He squeezed the last drops from it.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"Did I do alright? Was that o.k.? God that was so hot. It's so warm and sticky
on me." He sat her on the bed edge and dashed to the bathroom for a moistened
cloth. Rob bathed her cheek and neck, loosening the blindfold and letting it
fall away. Adriana blinked at the light, and looked up at him adoringly.

He kissed her passionately.

She smiled coyly at him. "More?" she asked.

The reality of the situation set in on Sera as she watched the traffic
pass the car window. She was very uncomfortable in the wet panties and
jeans and could see the wet outline through her pants.
Even though Billy had let her pull her top back up she realised she
was a virtual slave to the four men in the car. It was really just
that simple. She'd had to sit there while Billy lifted her breasts out
of her top and handled them. He had pictures and videos of her in the
most terrible situations imaginable and if they got out around College
she would be totally ruined. Worse even was if her father saw them,
and how sick he'd be. It would kill him and she'd rather die herself
than let that happen. The worst part about it was that Billy knew it
too. She could tell that even if he did not know exactly why, he knew
she would do whatever he told her.

She wondered what he meant about being a "model." She had heard that
the girls in the Panthers did get some modelling jobs. Mostly local
stuff, but they were excited about it none-the-less. Sera was
certainly not interested all. But she knew that wasn't what he was
talking about.

It didn't take long to get to the Rainbow's End Hotel. It was a
typical looking 50's style hotel, plain and square. It was beige with
brown doors and black railings, and looked as though it hadn't been
painted since it opened. The sign was missing several lights. They
turned into to the parking area, which was mostly empty, and pulled
into a space near to the office.

"Okay," said Billy, "Sera and I will go in and get the rooms."
She was surprised that he wanted her to go into to the office with
him, and immediately thought of her wet pants. It would look like she
had wet them. Billy opened to the door and got out of to the car. He
held it open for Sera. Reluctantly, she slid over and stepped out.
Once again, she felt embarrassed at to the skimpy bikini top. It
looked obscene because she was so big. She felt like a tramp. She
looked down at her jeans and saw too the wet outline of her panties.
Billy smiled at her as he saw it too.

"It's gonna look like we were too late getting you here," he laughed.
She blushed bright red. She followed Billy into to the small, dingy
office just inside the door. It smelled of stale cigarette smoke and
to the walls had turned slightly brown from to the nicotine. An older
man standing behind to the desk under a big sign that read "Visitors
must leave by: 11:00" He was tall and gangly, and as they got closer,
Sera noticed that though he was balding, he had hair growing out of
his nose and ears. She shuddered. He looked up at them dryly, before
noticing Sera. His eyes widened as he saw her.
"Can I help you?" he asked with a leering smile, staring at her
bulging breasts.

Billy said yes, and sorted out two rooms. She learned that she would
be in his room, while the other three guys shared. Throughout the
negotiations, the desk clerk kept stealing glances at Sera's big
boobs. She stood nervously, trying not to fidget.
"Say," said Billy after they had finished with to the business. "Are
you guys very busy now?"
"Naw," replied to the clerk, addressing both of them. "It's kinda
slow. Just to the usual few sales guys."
"Well," Billy continued, "I'm a photographer, and Sera here is a
model. And well I was wondering if we might take a few shots by your
pool around back later."

The clerk looked at Sera. His face seemed to lift as his eyes went up
and down her body for to the thousandth time. He cleared his throat
and looked at Billy. "Well, I'm not too sure," he replied cannily. "Ya
know, management and stuff. What ya' got in mind?" His eyes drifted
back over to Sera, causing her to shiver.
"Well," said Billy, "I'm looking to get some good swimwear shots."
He turned and looked at Sera.

Suddenly to the door behind to the leering clerk opened and two
younger men entered to the office. They both were obviously
maintenance workers, gardeners or pool cleaners. They stopped short as
they saw Billy and the clerk staring at Sera. They did likewise.
"This guy here," to the clerk told his two employees, "is a
photographer." He turned to Sera, "and this here is a model."
To the two guys looked at her and nodded their agreement
"Isn't she something?" Billy exclaimed. "Doesn't she have a great body
for swimwear?"

She began to blush as she felt their eyes on her. The men just stared
for a moment sizing her up.
"Turn around nice and slow for us, Sera," asked Billy.
She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. Slowly she
began to pivot on her left foot and turn her body around. She stopped
when her back was facing them.
"Looks like she had an accident," the clerk said.
The men laughed. Sera's breath began to come in short bursts. The room
went quiet and she waited for Billy to tell her what to do next.

"All the way around," he said.
She pivoted back to face them again and stared down at to the floor.
She couldn't look at them.
"You know," said Billy, turning to the clerk. "I think I'd also like
to get a few shots of her without her top on. Do you think any of your
guests would mind."
To the clerk swallowed with difficulty. His tongue came out and ran
across his dry lips. "Well, ahhhh..." he muttered.
Sera's face flooded with colour.
Billy leaned forward confidentially. To the clerk did likewise. He
whispered into his ear.
"Yeah, well..." said to the clerk. He looked over to Sera. "That'll be
okay," he said. He looked very nervous.

"Great." said Billy. He picked up to the keys from to the counter.
"Why don't you wait right here, Sera," said Billy as he walked towards
to the door, "while we bring in to the stuff."
She looked at him pleadingly. He stopped and smiled.
"And you behave yourself."

Sera watched him walk out of to the office. She stared at to the door,
hardly able to turn and face the three strange men. The clerk cleared
his throat and the tension in to the little room became electric. She
turned to face him and saw that he was staring at her. The two other
men were as well, though they looked confused. The clerk clearly
looked at though he was trying to think of something to say. Sera's
feet felt rooted to the spot. There was no sound except to the little
fan spinning above to the desk. The silence became agonising.

"So," said to the nervous clerk finally, "you're a model, eh?"
Oh God. She had to talk to him. "No...well not really," Sera replied.
She realised she had better not contradict what Billy had said. "I
mean, well, I'm only just starting."
"Oh," said to the clerk. He looked flustered. His tongue came out and
ran across his dry lips. To the two maintenance men looked at him
expectantly.
"Well," he said. He cleared his throat again.
"Well, you should do well...I mean...you...look like a model."
He looked at to the other guys and then looked back at Sera.
"Don't you think guys?"
They nodded enthusiastically.
"At least...um....from what we can tell from here." he said nervously.

She looked down in misery at her bare feet. She realised what Billy
had said to him; that she would do what he said. She felt a wave of
nausea.
"You gonna do some topless modelling too?" he asked, his voice gaining
confidence.
She felt dizzy with anxiety.
"I...I...I don't know..." she replied, barely above a whisper.
"Well," said to the clerk, taking hold of to the situation, "I think
me and the guys here are pretty good judges."
"Yeah," chimed in one of to the men.
"Why don't you go ahead and pull that top up, and we'll tell ya what
we think."

"Please," she said, "someone might come in..."
"Naw, it's real slow," said to the clerk.
The two maintenance men came out from around the counter to get a
better look. They walked up to her, stopping a few feet away.
"Come on, Girlie," said to the clerk, doing likewise to stand right in
front of her. The three men formed a half circle in front of her.
Tension and lust radiated off of them.

Sera closed her eyes and slowly reached up to her bikini top. She
gently slipped her fingers underneath the material covering her
breasts.
"That's right," said to the clerk. His breath started to wheeze.
Slowly, she lifted to the top up over her breasts. The big full mounds
came bouncing free.
"SHIIIIIIIIIT" said one of to the maintenance men.
"Oh my GOD," said to the other.
"Pull it right up," said to the clerk, enjoying power over a woman for
to the first time.

Sera closed her eyes tightly and pulled to the top up higher, all to
the way to her collarbones totally exposing her big nude tits..
Mesmerised, the clerk reached out and put his hands on them. Sera
flinched, but did not move away. Seeing this, he began to mould them
in his hands.
Suddenly, to the door swung open. It was Billy.

"Well," he said, "look at this."
They all turned to look at him.
"Sera just loves to show her tits off." He smiled. "I can't leave her
for a second."
Sera stood aghast. She started to pull her top down over to the hands
of to the clerk.
"Wait," said Billy.
She stopped.
"Pull it back up."
Slowly she complied.
"You can't just come in here and flash your tits," he said.
"Please, I didn't..."
"You probably got our host here all hot and bothered." He looked to
the clerk, "is that right?"

The clerk looked down at her bare tits.
"Yeah," he said.
"So, Sera," Billy continued, " pull his cock out."
Her eyes widened in horror.
"Wha...."
"You heard me," he said. "Unzip his fly and pull his cock out."
The clerk reached back up and grabbed her tits.
"Please...." she said.
"Do it NOW."
She was trapped. She had no choice.

Sera reached down and began to fumble with his trousers. The clerk
started to maul her breasts, and his breath started coming in gasps.
She opened his pants and they slid down his legs, leaving him in his
briefs. She stopped, unsure what to do.
"Pull his shorts down."
She reached to the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down. His
thin erect prick sprang out.
"Now," continued Billy, "wrap your right hand around it."
She took a hold of to the clerk's penis. She felt it pulsate in her
hand. She closed her eyes in revulsion.
"Pump it."

The clerk's eyes rolled back in his head as Sera started to work her
hand back and forth. He looked back down at her exposed breasts and
let out a groan of pleasure.
"ARRRGGGGHHH," to the clerk suddenly moaned. After only about ten or
fifteen strokes he arched his back. Cum shot out of his prick, hitting
Sera on to the stomach, and on her jeans. Sera was afraid she was
going to be sick as she heard the men cheer. She kept stroking until
the man stepped back. The clerk stood as though in a trance. It took
him a moment to gather his wits and pull his trousers back up.
Sera stood in revulsion. She resisted the impulse to wipe the
disgusting spunk off of her, but did not move, waiting for Billy.
"Now," said Billy, "if you're done being a slut, put your top back on
and let's check out our room."
Spent, the clerk fell into one of to the chairs. He was unable to
speak.

Sera pulled her top back down. She looked for something to wipe
herself off with but Billy opened to the door to leave. He looked at
her and she followed him out.

[The original story by James Dawson - Cheerleader's Torment -
was posted a couple of days ago.]

When Sera returned from the Ladies room, the men were all unusually
quiet, and that made her nervous. They had all been watching, waiting
for her to come out. She had re-adjusted her top and put her jeans
back on, but as Billy had said, she'd left her wet panties on. Billy
and Jack were the only ones standing. Tom and Ken were still sitting
in the booth. They rested their elbows on the table she'd had to lie
on. The other men were all sitting on the stools mounted in front of
the long counter. They were all rotated around facing her. She slowly
walked up to the table. She noticed a big plastic container of
margarine on the counter.

Billy had her little bag in his hand. He pulled a hairbrush out of it
and handed it to her.
"Why don't you give your hair a brush Sera," he said.
It seemed an odd request and she looked around cautiously.. She
reached out and took the brush. She began running it through her
hair. The men all watched. She saw Jack, who was holding a wad of
cash, walk over hand it over to Billy and then pick up the video
camera again. He pointed it at her. Once again she felt the
adrenaline. Fear welled up inside her again. She'd thought it was
over. Now the sight of the wad of cash really scared her.

"Did you learn a lesson here, Sera?" asked Billy, watching her.
The brush stopped for a second, and then picked up speed again.
Something was going on.
"Y...yes," she said reluctantly. She tried to brush her hair as
un-sensuously as possible.
"And what was that?"
She felt choked. She knew what he wanted to hear.
"Ob..obedience." she finally uttered.
"Obedience. That's right."

She finished with her hair. Despite her ordeal, she looked stunning.
Her beautiful blonde hair picked up a lustre from the brushing, and
her full lips still showed the red lipstick. The waterproof eye
make-up held fast. She watched Jack with the video camera as he walked
around behind Billy.
"Do you think you learned your lesson Sera?" asked Billy. He smiled at
her with intolerable smugness. Sera's nervousness and frustration
showed.
"Y..yes," she replied.
She noticed one of the men at the counter shift in his seat. He
reached down and readjusted his crotch. She looked down at the floor.
It was suddenly so quiet.
"Are you sure?"

"Y...yes," she repeated. God she wanted out of there. Billy stepped
forward and held his hand out for the hairbrush. It took a minute to
register what he wanted before Sera reached out and handed it to him.
"That's good," he said. He smiled at her and held up the brush and
looked at it. "Cause I'd hate to have to discipline you again."
A shiver went down Sera's spine. The brush would really hurt.
"I'll bet your bottom is really sore."
Sera swallowed hard. Her mouth became dry. Billy was toying with her
even more cruelly than before.
"Maybe we better look at it?"

She didn't answer.
"Let's see," he said, "show us your lesson. Why don't you turn around
and show us your bottom, Sera."
Oh God. It was starting again.
"...your bare bottom."

In her time in the ladies room, she'd almost managed to distance
herself from this horrible incident and now it was getting worse. She
noticed the hairbrush in Billy's hand.
Suddenly, they all jumped. The tension was broken by the sound of the
front door to the diner being shaken. They all looked around to see
that a group of about five people had pulled up and were trying to get
in. The people stepped back, looking around for a sign. A man cupped
his hands together on the glass to try to see inside.

Sera almost wanted to cry for help. Her heart started to beat, and
she could feel a scream welling up. She controlled it. She knew what
would happen. Horrible pictures of her being touched by gross old men
would go around the college, or worse, the video of her getting a
spanking in a public parking lot, or of her with that ketchup bottle.
Her parents would find out and she could never explain it. Billy
promised not to show them to anybody, and she'd never heard anything
about the other girls, about any videos or pictures, so it seemed that
he kept his word on that score. She just had to make it through this
nightmare weekend, at least until they got to the camp. She was sure
she'd be safe once she was with the other girls.

Marty walked up to the door and waved them off, shrugging his
shoulders as if to say there was some problem beyond his control. They
could hear the disappointed voices fade out as the people went back to
their cars. After a moment, suddenly, all the eyes were once again on
Sera. She knew what had to happen, and she slowly turned around so
that her back was facing her audience..

She reached up and unfastened her jeans and slowly pulled them down.
This time, without having to be told, she slipped her thumbs into her
panties and pulled them down too. Once again, her beautiful round
bottom came into the view of the men sitting in the diner. Both cheeks
were reddened from the spanking.
"Mmmmmmm," she heard a male voice.
"Go ahead and take 'em off," said Billy.
She pushed them down her legs, and kept her knees as close together as
possible as she pulled her feet out of each pant leg.

Billy walked around the front of her and took her jeans and panties
from her. She avoided his eyes and stared straight ahead. She felt his
eyes roam up and down her body. She resisted the urge to cover her
pubic mound with her hands when she felt his eyes there. He slowly
walked around her.
"Now," she heard him from behind her again. "Marty, our host here, has
been kind enough to offer to help alleviate the burning on your bottom
Sera."
She heard some giggles.
"Since he doesn't have any cold cream here, he's offered to soothe you
with margarine."
More chuckling.
"Come on over here," said Billy.

She bit her lip and turned around. She saw Billy was standing between
the men seated at the counter and his friends at the booth behind him.
There was an empty stool waiting ominously between them. Now
wearing nothing except her bikini top, Sera turned around and walked
to where Billy was standing. She approached the stool.
"Get yourself up on this stool," he said, "on your knees."
She looked at it for a second before moving. She had men on both sides
of her and she could feel them leering, staring at her nakedness. She
had a hard time as the top of the stool rotated. She had to hold on to
the edge of the counter as she climbed up. She managed to get into
place and waited on her knees, with her feet sticking out back behind
her, towards Ken and Tom. Her naked ass was elevated and in plain
view.

"Now lean forward...put your elbows on the counter," said Billy. She
bent forward, and rested her forearms on the counter. Her bottom stuck
out behind her. She could hear the men moving around behind her. She
heard the top of a plastic container being opened. She closed her eyes
tightly.

Marty stared at the naked ass in front of him and wondered if he had
died and gone to heaven. It was perfectly shaped. The slim thighs met
the round out thrust cheeks, which were now bright pink. He reached
his fingers into the plastic tub and scooped out a big wad of
margarine. He reached out and wiped it one Sera's left cheek.
"Now," said Billy, "no moving, Sera."
Marty wiped another wad on her right cheek, and set the container
down. She kept herself from flinching as she felt his hands reach out
and slowly began to smear the margarine across her bottom.

Her ass began to shine as Marty massaged her cheeks. His face became
red as he kneaded the globes. The men all gathered around and watched
closely as Marty worked on her bottom. He began to spread his fingers
out with his strokes to pull her bottom cheeks apart with his motion.
He began to run his thumbs along the inside of the cleft between her
cheeks.

Sera opened her eyes in horror, and was shocked to see Jack and the
video camera. He had come around the other side of the counter and was
getting shots of her face as Marty was mauling her ass. She tried to
ignore the camera, and what was happening behind her. Jack moved along
the counter keeping the camera on Sera's face the whole time. He came
all the way around again and zoomed in on Marty's hands.

Suddenly, Marty couldn't help himself any longer, and he slowly pushed
his forefinger against Sera's asshole. He pushed the greasy digit in.
"AARRGGG..." Sera let out a gasp, and her bottom cheeks clenched
instinctively, but otherwise, she didn't move. She was too shocked.
"YEAHHHHHH," a chorus of male voices cheered.
Marty slowly pulled the thick finger almost all the way out, and then
inserted it again. His red face began puff for air. He looked as
though he might have a heart attack at any moment. Finally Marty
pulled his finger out of her ass. He stepped back, and with the other
men just stared for a moment at the gorgeous sight in front of them.
Sera's full bottom glistened.

"Very good, Sera," said Billy. "You're learning."
He picked up her panties and jeans and walked over to the sink behind
the counter. He turned on the water and ran her panties under it.
"Okay," he said, "come on down."
Slowly the humiliated cheerleader lifted herself off of the counter
and spun around. She sat on the stool and leaned her head forward,
avoiding eye contact. Her luscious hair fell about her face. She
placed her hands demurely over her pubic bush. Billy handed her the
sopping wet panties.

"Go ahead and put these back on," he said.
Without looking up, she reached up and took the wet underwear. She got
down from the stool and stepped into them. She quickly drew them up
the length of her legs. Water dripped down her thighs.
"These too," said Billy, handing her the jeans.
She pulled the jeans on over the wet panties. She was totally
humiliated, and stood with her hair hanging down around her face.
"Well," said Billy, looking at Marty. "I'd like to thank you for your
hospitality."

Marty could hardly speak. He just stared at Sera. He nodded his head.
"You guys can stop by anytime," said the first man from the bathroom.
"And you, honey, you're welcome ANYTIME."
The men all laughed.

Sera's mind was in a whirl as she slid into the backseat of the car.
Her sopping wet panties were dripping under her jeans. Whatever else
it did, the ice water had helped the burning of her now twice spanked
bottom. It didn't hurt nearly as much as her pride. Her pride was
devastated. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She couldn't
believe that some horrible, disgusting man had put his finger in her
bottom. It was the vilest and sickest thing she could imagine. She had
never heard of anything so shameful. She was numb.

Billy and Jack got in the back seat on either side of her. Ken was
going to drive again. She stared out the front windshield in front of
her, just below where the rear-view mirror hung down. She felt the
car start up, and they pulled out of the parking area.
"I'll tell you where," said Billy.

Sera felt the eyes of the three guys who weren't driving on her. She
tried to concentrate on getting to the campsite and seeing the other
girls. This test had been her worst nightmare. Billy, who was sitting
on her right, slipped his left arm around her shoulders. With his free
hand he pulled her hair back behind her, exposing the tops of her big
breasts. She could feel the stares.

"Now, Sera," said Billy, "I have a little confession to make."
She felt his hand gently stroke her hair. Slowly it began to move down
her neck. He began to stroke the skin along her collarbone. She
didn't move.
"You see," he continued, "we're not really going camping."
"Wha..." she turned her head to face him.
"Well," he looked her in the eye. "We WILL be taking a hike together."
She heard the other guys start to snicker.
"AND," he continued with a sarcastic smile, "you're going to have a
chance to...sort of... get back to nature."
Laughter.

Tears welled up in Sera's eyes.
"Please..." she said. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. "Please,
hasn't this...Oh God...hasn't this been enough?"
Billy's hand slid down and covered her left breast. He gently cupped
it in his hand. A sob came out of her mouth. "Oh my God, please..."
she repeated.

Billy reached his left hand over around from behind her shoulder and
pulled back the bikini top from her left breast. With his right hand
he reached in and lifted it out of the top. Tom leaned forward
from the front seat to get a better look at the exposed tit. Sera
resisted the temptation to reach up. She looked up out of the corner
of her eye out of the side window of the car at the traffic going by.
She blinked away the tears and watched several cars go by without
paying any attention to them. She hoped no one would look in.

Billy moved his hands over to her other breast, and pulled it out. All
three guys stared at her nakedness. Sera began to cry openly.
"You see," continued Billy. He went to her nipples and started to roll
them in his fingertips. Sera's chest started to heave in nervous
response. "The test is for the whole weekend, and each new girl gets
to be sort of like a personal "playmate" of the members of the
committee."
"Please, please stop..." she cried, "I can't...I just can't take
this..."
Billy tugged her nipples outward. They became hardened.
"Sure you can," he continued, staring down at her nipples. "That's why
we like to take pictures and videos."

She was so helpless. She just sat there crying with her hands in her
lap as he manipulated her breasts, and the others watched.
"You see," he continued, "aside from computers, video and other
multi-media is what I do."
Sera couldn't believe her ears.
"Ken," said Billy to the driver, "head for the Rainbow's End Hotel."

"Just think," said Billy, looking back at Sera. "You're going to get a
chance to be a model.".

very large soft square-shaped
divan that stood in the corner of his luxurious apart-
ment.

She lay still, breathing heavily alongside him
looking up at him with big eyes, as his hands commenced
a thorough exploration of her lovely firm body.

When he briefly stopped kissing and caressing, he
gave words of encouragement to her about what a lucky
girl she would be if he decided to let her join the
small select company he was forming, how much money
she would be able to make, how much better off she
would be than with her present salary...what an
interesting wonderful life it would be...

And while he spoke and petted her, Julie became
more dreamy and light-headed, easier to handle, more
eager and happy to do anything to please this strange
little Oriental man who in some way was developing
such power over her.

It was during a long-drawn-out kiss that she felt
him finally place his right palm flat on her belly.
His long fingers began to knead her dress, causing the
material to ride upwards. His fingers increased the
pressure, the dress hem rose higher and higher, forming
a crumpled ball at her waist within his fist.

She saw him looking down at the stretch of white
flesh that now was exposed above the tops of her nylon
hose, and suddenly he eased himself over her body,
straddling her thighs and lay forward so that his balls
and prick lay at the junction where her lemon-colored
nylon panties covered her blonde bush. With his
fingers he maneuvered the long thick shaft of his cock-
flesh so that it lay flat and lengthwise up from her
Vee to her belly.

She looked down at her loins, his thick cock looked
like a snake resting on top of her panties, the dull
yellowy flesh of his Oriental prick making a strange
shading contrast with the bright lemon hue of her silky
panties.

The licentious Tse Ling was lying in this style for
a purpose. He wanted his young aspiring actress to see
and realize to what depth his cock would be able to
pierce up into her if it was given the chance. He saw
from her expression that she certainly understood, that
she was trying to imagine what it would be like to have
that dong thrust up into her.

Julie had no idea before that moment, that man's
penis could be so long, or that it would be capable of
entering a woman to the extent that this long thick
dick could delve into her.

Tse Ling lay heavily on her firm young body,
pressing his mouth against her far from unwilling lips.
He pressed hard on the front of her silken body; he
knew it would be only seconds before he felt some sort
of cunt-response from the young lady.

In a very short time, Julie was feeling that urge
from within herself, she pushed her loins against him,
trying to writhe her thighs against his thighs, trying
to get pleasure by pushing her belly to and fro against
that hard long dick that was like a bar of iron sand-
wiched between their legs. She no longer thought of
the consequences of her actions, she just wanted to
satisfy her drug induced urges.

Then he rolled off her to one side, she saw his
expression had changed. Instead of a benign sort of
kindly sympathetic expression, his face was set into a
grim smile or rather a leer. He flipped her crumpled
dress higher above her waist, his eyes seemed to be
burning deeply into her own slightly glazed eyes, as
his hands groped between her thighs.

For a moment or so, his hot hands caressed the
smooth naked flesh above her nylon-tops, and then they
moved to the bare flesh of her belly immediately above
the tight elastic waistband of her panties.

He started to unbutton the front of her dress
bodice, his eyes were still burning into hers, as if
daring her to blink an eyelid or even dare to think of
resisting his eager hands.

For the first time she realized that another
person was in the room. Silently and unseen, the little
manservant who had let her into the apartment had come
into the room, and now he was bending over her from
above her head, helping his Master to take her dress
right off over her head.

It was the little hand of the manservant that
gripped her hands and made her grope down to the heavy
testicles and prick of his master. Not that she needed
a lot of persuasion. She was like soft putty in their
hands, and the heated emotion of hump-lust within her
young hard body was making her a willing and eager
plaything for Tse Ling. After all he could do things
for her if she pleased him. The thought of his age
never crossed her mind.

She thrilled and adored the sensation she experi-
enced as she held that huge, throbbing prick in her
fingers, and drew the foreskin down in the way the
manservant had shown her.

Tse Ling had his hands under her knees now, lifting
them, making her raise her knees and at the same time
he levered her legs well apart...what a delicious fuck-
provoking sight the pretty young woman made... Those
shapely legs sheathed in the smoky nylons, the sheer
whiteness of her thighs above the darker reinforced
nylon tops, the pale lemon slither of nylon that
covered her sweet young pussy and the dark navy girdle
from which stretched the narrow suspender straps that
kept her stockings so perfectly in place and taut.
Above the top edge of the girdle where it nipped in at
her white belly skin her small but perfectly oval-
shaped breasts were just being exposed as the
manservant carefully unhooked her bra and removed it
from her knockers.

Tse Ling was pleased to see that although her
nipples were certainly not fully aroused, they were
dark crimson in color instead of the pale pink that
so many women usually were...this was the sign that
she was ready for a man.

The Chinese man knelt close to her allowing her to
retain her clasping fingers on his prick and balls,
while his manservant busied himself getting the girl's
garters unfastened and the nylons rolled down to each
trim ankle. He instructed his man to leave the girdle
on, as he liked the contrast of the navy elastic tight-
fitting girdle against her pure silky white flesh.

He also derived erotic pleasure from watching the
young girl tremble with anticipation as she fondled
his ever-growing cock and felt the hands of the man-
servant at the waistband of her panties.

She knew what she was going to happen when her
panties were taken from her, and he was happy to see
no resistance in her lovely face.

Her panties were discarded on the floor beside the
divan, she lay with knees raised and thighs well open
as both the Orientals gazed at the soft wispy "beard"
of dark blonde bush at her pussy. The aphrodisiac
drug had done its work well. Her soft wet pinkish
cunt-lips were agape. They throbbed and appeared to
be opening and closing in with her heartbeat.

The old Oriental slid his silken robe from his
shoulders. He and his manservant knew what this lovely
young girl wanted now at this moment above everything
else. He saw her writhing and softly moaning as the
manservant continued to caress her long shapely legs
and when his long talon-like fingers combed through her
bush-hair, she almost went insane with frantic efforts
trying to lifting her belly to his hands and rotating
her pelvis and thrusting her loins from side to side,
as if already she had the hot Oriental cock plunging
into her.

Tse Ling stood close to the divan stroking his
prick, which had visibly grown erect even during the
last few moments. He watched the young white girl
writhing under the clever, if wicked, fingering of his
lecherous manservant. He knew the little man could use
his fingertips in the most fiendish way on a girl's
pratt so as to get them as aroused as was humanly
possible. Her cunt juice was so plentiful that it slop-
ped over her puffed cunt-lips and covered the little
man's fingers down to his knuckles.

The elderly Tse Ling now stooped over the writhing
figure of the young woman: he moved his face to her
belly and then moved it lower to her inviting pussy.

The fingers of his manservant held her cunt-lips
apart, so that Tse Ling could detect at once with his
tongue, her swollen clitoris. The thrill he experi-
enced while 'milking' this white girl's clit with his
lips caused his dick to throb almost to the point of
orgasm, his balls were as heavy as lead, full of hot-
sperm for this horny white girl's belly.

Tse Ling knew they had the pretty young woman to
the stage where she would do anything to reach satis-
faction. She was a mare who needed a stallion...a
bitch who had to have a mating...

Then she was screaming...at first with the startled
pain, then with the realization that she was getting
the hot cock she craved. Tse Ling had mounted her...he
was riding her...it was that massive fleshy prick in
her cunt... Her inexperienced but fully aroused body
was being filled with the hot throbbing flesh of her
'stallion'...she was having her mating.

The extremely experienced whoremaster, Tse Ling
pushed his thick dong of pleasure into his young victim
from as many angles as the compass has points. The room
filled with the panting cries of ecstasy, the agonizing
sweet feminine cries of pain, mingled with lustful
pleasure, as the girl was given as through a fucking as
she would ever be likely to have again.

The cleverly manipulated cock of the old Oriental
was giving her the sheerest ecstasy that any girl could
wish to experience and he was starting her on the road
that would lead her eventually and in a very short time
to the adoration of cock for cock's sake. He was forc-
ing her to experience and enjoy the complete surrender
of the mind as well as the flesh to the utter bliss
that only fucking under his Oriental aphrodisiac would
provide for her...he was making her have the hump-
experience that would by its very nature force her to
want to enjoy it time and time again.

To even contemplate visiting the his private apart-
ment, the girl must have been comparatively innocent.
By the time she left that apartment she would be so
much more world-wise in many ways.

Tse Ling liked his girlie acting aspirants to be
innocent, so long as they were healthy and able to be
aroused sexually as this young girl had been aroused.
As long as they could be made horny and sexy, then he
didn't mind how innocent, how unsophisticated or how
inexperienced they were to begin with...he would shape
them as he wanted them shaped, he would map the path
he wanted them to follow...he would guide them...pro-
cure them...debauch them, and then sell them.

The little manservant was keeping a careful watch
and count of the times their latest young victim was
brought to orgasm. He and his Master kept these sort
of records to improve their technique with application
of the aphrodisiac drug in the drink. They had been
able to almost gauge the amount of the drug to use to
make a girl reach her peak for a certain number of
times. During their experiments they had almost killed
one young woman in their efforts to drug her enough to
make her experience twenty orgasms before passing out
from exhaustion.

They never repeated the experiment on such a scale.
They had reckoned this Julie Taylor would have about
four climaxes in her young belly. She had already had
three, her loins, thighs and Tse Ling's balls and
stomach were sopping with her cunt-juice and now as the
old Oriental quickened the tempo of his fuck to bring
his own crisis to its fulfillment, they saw and heard
the girl gasping and screaming in her lust as her
fourth orgasm of the evening was reached and passed.

-=*=-

A heavily breathing old Tse Ling lay alongside
her... He had drained himself and her as well, and
she wanted to do as he was doing, drift away into a
deep sleep, but it was the agitating thin wet lips of
the manservant on her mouth that was preventing her
from relaxing. He was hurting her with those thin
talon-like fingers of his clawing at her naked breasts
while he kissed her mouth.

She could feel his long cock was out from his
trouser front, and it was clear now that he too was
going to enjoy her. With Tse Ling she had neither the
strength nor the will to resist, she had wanted him to
do what he had done to her...now with this little
servant man it was different.

She was satiated. She was revolted by the thought
of the wizened old manservant defiling her body. She
had the will to resist him, however, but not the
strength. She felt his long horrid cock thrust up into
her saturated and quite sore cunt-hole. She felt his
balls slapping against her crotch, felt him jerking
her with every thrust of his slender but strong body
and she saw that Tse Ling was lying on his side watch-
ing her being fucked by his manservant.

Julie was surprised that she was beginning to
derive pleasure from this second hump even though at
first she had tried so hard to prevent the servant
from doing it to her. He gave her pleasure in the act,
even when she tried resistance. A moment after this
realization the long thin cock of the manservant
exploded its load of hot come high up inside her. She
lay still under the scrawny old manservant, feeling
his long cock slither from her abused cunt as it shrank
into liflessness.

-=*=-

It was two hours later that she was sufficiently
refreshed to leave the apartment. She had been given
five hundred dollars as a payment towards her first
salary from the Ling-Tan Theatrical Agency, and was
told she would be hearing from the impresario again
in the near future, when she would be given more
details of the venture. It was, he mentioned to her
blandly, a touring company, and they had been offered
engagements abroad.

Pleased with her money, happy with the exciting
prospects before her, not quite so pleased at the
knowledge that she had a plentiful supply of Oriental
male sperm in her belly, but happy to think that Tse
Ling would not be accompanying on the tour, Julie
trotted off home to pack.

-=*=-

It had been a distressing afternoon. Since just
after lunch Susan and her husband Jack Bowing had been
going through the cupboards and drawers and suitcases
in a small furnished room not far from the Earl's Court
Road. They were in the room that had, until recently,
been occupied by Tina, Susan's younger sister.

When the girl had left home to come up to live in
London, Susan and Jack had asked her to live with them
in their small but comfortable semi-detached house in
Purley.

But no, the headstrong seventeen-year-old had
wanted her own place, had wanted to be independent,
and now after only six weeks she had vanished. It was
the landlady who had first raised the alarm. She had
telephoned the Bowings when the youngster didn't return
to her apartment after three nights. At first she
thought the girl might be staying with friends, but by
mere chance the sharp-eyed landlady had noticed the
girl when she met her out shopping in the market. Tina
had been hurrying along, anxious not to be seen by
anyone she knew, it seemed, and she was not alone. A
slimy horrid-looking foreign man had been on with her.
The eagle eyes of the landlady had noticed that the
man had hold of the girl's arm.

Susan and Jack had come up to town as soon as they
had the frantic telephone call from Tina's landlady.
They persuaded her not to report the matter to the
police, not yet at any rate, they wanted to keep the
disappearance of the girl from the knowledge of her
mother and father. If they could not trace her or find
her by the end of that week, then the police would have
to be informed. Until then, they would try and get a
clue as to where she might have gone.

The description the woman gave of the foreign man
with Tina gave Susan and Jack the idea that he must
have been Oriental, and when going through some of the
discarded papers and rubbish in Tina's room they found
a torn card on which had been scribbled 'The Ling-Tan
Theatrical Agency' with its address, the couple thought
they might have a lead.

Pretty young Tina had always had a hankering after
a life of glamour, a life of bright lights that show
business might have to offer a young pretty girl. If
she had gotten into the wrong type of Agency, if she
had been fool enough to fall for a lot of wild promises
that some of the vile men who lure young girls put to
them...well...this Ling-Tan Agency might be the right
lead.

Reluctant as he was to let his wife go to the
office of this Agency on her own, Jack knew this was
by far the best way of finding out what sort of
organization was run by this Ling-Tan firm. If it was
the sort of company that looked for lone girls, it
would be quite useless for a man to try to get any in-
formation from them.

The only way was for Susan to go along to the
office, just on the off chance, as it might appear, to
see if they had any suggestions for her, she would
pretend that she wanted to go on the stage. From that
point of introduction she would see which way the cat
jumped.

They tried taking off her wedding ring, so that she
could make out she was a single girl without friends
in London. They wanted to make it easy for the Agency
to lure her if they were that sort of organization. If
this approach led nowhere, then plainly it was through
this Ling-Tan setup that they were going to trace the
missing Tina. If, on the other hand, they showed great
interest in Susan despite her lack of dramatic or
theatrical experience, then this might prove as likely
as not an invaluable clue that could lead them to
Susan.

The wedding ring had to be put on again. It left
a deep impression on the finger when it was removed.
This might well be suspicious to an alert-eyed person.

"Better say you are a widow, dear," Jack told his
wife. "They won't be very interested in you if they
know you have a husband near at hand."

"No, darling, I just can't say that. I won't think
of anything as horrible as losing you," insisted Susan.
"I will say you are abroad on business and you won't be
back for at least a year. That will help to make a
good reason why I am alone in London and why I want to
join a theatrical group, to meet friends and fill up my
time while you're away. That sounds feasible, doesn't
it? It will make them think I'm going to be an easy
haul for them, won't it? That, is, of course, if
they're the sort of people we think they might be."

-=*=-

Tse Ling looked at the young woman seated on the
sofa in his private office. His Manageress had been
quite right to have this attractive young woman shown
in to his office. She was possibly the type they
needed.

She looked about twenty-two, she was married, he
noticed, but after a brief glance down at the sheet of
particulars his Manageress had provided for him about
this applicant, he saw her husband was abroad. He
would be away from her for at least another twelve
months.

The little Oriental suppressed a smile at this.
Just the set-up he liked. A young wife, alone and
depressed, bored and lovely. No wonder she wanted to
go find new friends and if possible earn some money
for herself by part-time acting.

He scanned down the paper. Not very experienced
in acting. Strange in a way she should want to take
it up now. He looked at her more closely. She was
very attractive, very physically desirable.

"Why had she come to his Agency?" he asked her.

She explained that she had been too many others
first, but they had not been very interested, as she
did not have enough experience to suit them.

That was understandable. He put his fears to rest
on that score. They had all turned her down, eh?

It was a good thing Susan Bowing had been prepared
for the question. Jack had told her to say she had
been to other agencies. He had given her a few names to
mention if necessary.

Tse Ling was satisfied with her reply, and did not
ask for any names. He handed her a cigarette, it was a
long thin affair, and she did not like it much, but she
obliged him by slowly smoking it while he asked her
more questions. She knew he was making up his mind
about her...she did not want to offend him or appear
aloof by refusing his offer of a cigarette. It was one
of his Eastern brands, she supposed. It was sickly-
sweet but probably would not do her any harm if she
could get over the strange taste.

Tse Ling studied her through his slit-eyes,
narrowed to almost being fully closed. She was very
attractive, she had lovely high breasts, well spaced on
her lush figure, and those hips, they were perfect,
luscious and desirable to grip; she sat so that he
could see her shapely legs. Her tight-fitting skirt
just barley hid her thighs, but he knew they would be
delightful, the lower parts of her limbs curved per-
fectly to her calves and down to trim ankles.

He knew it was a body that would attract any man
...what a fool her husband must be to leave his pretty
wife alone in London! Well, she had come to the right
place to be taken care of...but perhaps not in the way
she expected.

She was lonely, the report said, she wanted to meet
friends and thought perhaps a semi-pro theatrical group
might be the answer. Tse Ling would see she met
friends, plenty of them...but her performances with
them might not come under any particular dramatic art,
as seen on the stage at least. The little Oriental
smiled to himself lost in thought...

-=*=-

For the fourth time, Jack Bowing got out of his
car and put another coin into the parking meter. He
had parked a couple of streets away from where the
Ling-Tan Agency had its office. Susan was to come
round there as soon as the initial interview was over.

It was running into the fourth hour since she had
kissed him good-bye and waved as she trotted up the
road. He had expected her to be about half an hour.
Surely they would only want to take brief notes at
this first introduction.

They hoped to be able to form some opinion about
the Ling-Tan Agency from this first visit perhaps,
after all, it was a legitimate organization, perhaps
Susan could not leave so easily without arousing their
suspicion, and she was given some sort of audition.

Jack got back into the car. He smiled. Funny if
after all it was a straight firm, and they were giving
Susan some sort of an audition when all she wanted to
find out was if they were the sort of firm that would
stoop to procuring young lonely girls and women.

Jack Bowing might not have settled back quite so
complacently in his car had he known the stage at
which his pretty wife's 'audition' had reached.

-=*=-

After the first cigarette the Chinese man had
invited her to join him in smoking what he described
as a really pleasant dreamy leaf, and had taken her
through into a small cubicle of a room at the back of
his private office, that was furnished only with a
sort of wooden bunk affair.

The moment the old Oriental settled down beside her
on the mattressed bunk, and she began to inhale the
long thin weed he had lit for her, she knew this was a
much more potently strong reefer than the one she had
forced herself to smoke in his office.

Susan inhaled deeply. She didn't know what else
to do. She appreciated the fact that she was in a
tight corner. She had already formed the opinion that
this Agency might well be the lead that would give them
a clue to Tina's where-abouts.

If the young girl had been brought to this little
smoking den with the old man just like this, well...
who was to know what was to follow.

Susan Bowing knew she would just have to wait and
find out. By the time she had sucked less than half
the long thin weed, she was experiencing a familiar
sexual ache deep inside her body. With every drag of
this sickly-sweet weed, she was literally feeling her-
self relaxing and caring less and less about her
worries.

She didn't feel like the same person, she was not
anxious and worried about her missing sister any
more...she was not in the least concerned about any-
thing...or anybody...

She was happy, that mattered, and she was drifting
on a high cloud. She was inhaling and puffing away
blissfully and was hardly aware that the slit-eyed
Oriental man with her had gently lifted her with his
hands under her armpits and settled her further back
towards the center of the bunk.

She was aware, however, that she was seated not on
a flat mattress now, but on what could be a most un-
comfortable length of wood or rubber that was shaped in
a triangle, running lengthwise from the front of her
body between her thighs and away behind her back.

She found she derived a tremendous sensual pleasure
from rubbing herself on that quite sharp edge, she
could press down and feel the edge biting up into her
pussy-crevice, her panties preventing the apparatus
from actually touching her flesh.

She knew Tse Ling was watching her, and yet she
didn't seem care, as she continued to rub herself
slowly and sensually on the length of the triangle.

When the sensation grew more intense between her
thighs, she was forgot to inhale on the weed. By this
time the little Oriental man was holding the mouthpiece
of a slender long stemmed pipe to her lips. Susan in-
haled from this new smoking affair, she felt her head
and nostrils fill with the extra sickly-sweet pungent
fumes.

The old Oriental man had his hands on her hips now
and was coaxing her to bend forward slightly. She soon
discovered why...as she bent forward she brought the
edge of the triangular ridge against that part of her
moist panties that covered her swelling clitoris. The
sensual awakening in that tiny hardening bud could not
be described...she had never experienced any sort of
sexual feeling quite so accurately before.

The Oriental man had one arm around her shoulders
and was inducing her to relax, leaning her against him.
This she was more than willing to do, provided she
could keep that pleasure-giving ridge between her
thighs, and pressed tightly to her increasingly moist
cunt. She made not the slightest protest when she felt
his hand settle down over her breast.

Oh, how good it felt to have a hand gently massag-
ing her breast through her clothing! In her three
years of married life with Jack, she had been happy in
all ways, never had she desired or looked for the
attention of any other man, never had she wanted a
another man to touch her! She liked to be admired, of
course, all women desire that.

Now, in the space of a few minutes, everything
seemed to have changed. She wanted this horrid looking
squat Oriental man to embrace her, wanted him to fondle
her breasts like this. She was relieved when at last
his hand slipped inside her blouse, the eager clever
fingers were insinuating themselves under the cup of
her bra. Her large firm breast was snuggled into the
yellowish palm of his hand, her erect scarlet nipple
was trapped between his fingers as he cupped her breast
gently needing. He agitated his palm and fingers until
her nipple was grotesquely hard and stubby, she writhed
more tightly down on that pleasure-giving ridge lying
lengthwise under her. The tingling sensation she
experienced there was the same as she got when she was
in bed with Jack, and he had spent several long minutes
arousing her, getting her ready for their fucking.

She tried to bring her thoughts back to reality.
She had found out enough about this place to be more
than suspicious of it. She should try to get away now,
get back to her waiting husband in the car... things
were getting out of hand here...she would have to make
her stand now, or it might be too late!

As if sensing her sudden brief emotion of fear, or
her intention to try and get away, Tse Ling dropped one
hand to her waist, he slid his arm around her hips and
forced her down harder, so that the ridge of the
triangular shaft drove harder along her wet twat forc-
ing her panties to form another lining for her vagina.

At the same moment he forced her to lean forward so
that the ridge played on her clitoris again. This time
her hypersensitive clitoris bud throbbed and grew in
rapid response to the sensation of the ridge against
its head.

Tse Ling smiled happily as he saw the young woman
close her eyes, throw her head back, and surrender
herself to the thrilling erotic pleasures that were
coursing through her from.

When her belly began to jerk, when her hips began
to roll slowly, when she began to gasp and writhe as if
she were already in the the process of having inter-
course, the wily sensual old Oriental knew that victory
was his...as it was always. Once he got the female
victim on this ridged mattress in this little opium
den, he always got what he wanted.

He quickly had her blouse pulled up under her head,
her bra was unhooked, and her beautifully full white
breasts were joggled into view. His long yellow
fingers rolled her nipples, he kneaded the white flesh
of her lush breasts while she masturbated herself
lewdly and with wild abandon on that rubber ridge on
the mattress. Her drug-induced body could do nothing
else.

-=*=-

Outside her husband still waited, not with so much
patience now, but hoping that when Susan did appear she
would have something worth while to report...

-=*=-

Through glazed eyes Susan Bowing saw the grinning
Oriental man bring something into her line of vision,
the like of which she had never seen before. It was
like a fat banana on a curved wooden handle, but when
it was held closer to her face she could see it was a
beautifully shaped and carved imitation penis.

She watched spellbound as the little man carefully
adjusted the bulbous head of the dummy prick between
her gaping wet cunt-lips.

Grasping the wooden handle firmly, he thrust the
perfect rubbery substitute-cock up into Susan's horny
hole. His eyes searched her face to see just how much
she was going to enjoy this perversion, he wanted to
have some idea just how deep into degradation he might
be able to pull this delightful white-skinned beauty.

Her expression thrilled him. Half-fear, half
excitement, she lay waiting for him to thrust more
rubber cock into her. The way her slippery dull pink
cunt-lips clutched at the prick of rubber told him
just how hungry she was for a man. He wouldn't waste
such lust on an unfeeling rubber shaft...he would fuck
this one himself!

When the old man stopped thrusting the fake-cock
in and out of her, Susan tried to reach down and clasp
the wooden handle. When she felt him withdrawing the
head of the rubber prick from her cunt-entrance, she
almost swooned with disappointment. Then her heartbeat
quickened with eager anticipation when she heard him
say, "I'm going to fuck you myself, my dear. That's
what you want, isn't it?"

Before he had thrust that teasing, tantalizing
rubber prick into her, she would have been able to
fight the terrible urge to let him do what he liked to
her. But now she was obsessed with the need to have
some sort of release.

It was so silly, she told herself, and she had her
husband to take care of her needs. Down in the car
not so far away Jack would be waiting for her, why was
she being so wickedly tempted into letting this horrid
Oriental man do to her what only her husband should do,
what she only wanted her husband to do.

Whatever resolve she was trying to build, whatever
summoning up of will power she was attempting, instant-
ly dissipated when she felt herself turned over and hot
lips kissed and caressed her naked ass-cheeks. The
Oriental man was giving her wicked little love bites
all over her ass and now his fingers were pulling her
cheeks well apart, and he was tracing that wet tongue
of his all along her ass crevice. In some weird lust-
inducing way he was tugging at her anus itself. He
seemed to be stretching the tight ring by pulling the
flesh nearby with his thumbs, and then the horrid
little man was poking and pushing his finger at the
tight entrance until it slid inside the muscles of the
ring of flesh. She found she was pushing her pussy
harder onto that raised ridge while the finger worked
to and fro in her tight female rectum.

More out of idle curiosity than any preconceived
plan, Tse Ling reached down the side of the sofa with
his free hand to where she had put her handbag. He
opened it and idly thumbed through the contents. All
the while keeping his plaything gasping for breath as
he continued to manipulate her closer and closer to
losing control.

There were several photographs in her bag, he drew
them out to look at them better...He froze, she felt
his fingers withdraw from her bottom. She looked
around and saw that he was looking at the photo of her
missing sister Tina. The one she always carried in her
bag.

The look on the Oriental man's face told her that
this was the man who knew all about Tina's sudden
disappearance...this was the track that could lead to
her being found. She drew back in fear when she saw the
look of extreme anger and cruelty in the fiendish eyes.

Tse Ling knew he had been deceived by this attrac-
tive young woman. He did not like to be taken for a
fool. He had to find out what this young woman was up
to. It would be dangerous to let her find out too much
about him and his Agency. He had to find out why she
had this photo of a young girl whom he had recently
sold to a foreign buyer for one of the exclusive
brothels in the South of France.

He dug two fingers wickedly up into Susan's
stretched and aching asshole. He was not intent on
giving her any pleasure now...only pain. He worked his
fingers into her to their knuckle.

"Who is this girl?" he snapped, holding the print
in front of her face.

She did not answer at once, and then she screamed
as his fingers began to open and twist deep inside her
hot aching bottom.

"She's...she's my...sister," she gasped. "My
husband and I are trying to find her."

"Your husband?" Tse Ling was on his guard even
more. "You said he was he was abroad."

"He's...he's not. He's waiting for me in his car
outside. Not far away..." she mumbled, hoping that
the revelation that Jack was near would make this
horrid cruel man ease up on her.

She thought she was clever, he was already taking
his fingers out of her asshole. He was afraid, perhaps
he would have to let her go now...but he was not
letting her get up, instead he was clambering on her
back....she felt not his fingers but his rigid prick
at the entrance to her asshole.

"You bitch...you filthy white lying bitch," she
heard him muttering. "I'll give you something you'll
never forget, white bitch."

She suddenly felt the weight of the man's body
along her back, a dull aching pressure being applied
to her tight anus, she felt his hands fumbling between
his body and her ass, she knew what he was going to do
and knew with certainty that she could not do anything
to stop this awful rape of her body.

For several seconds she felt him probing and
shifting his position slightly on her raised backside
and then when she sensed that he had gained the right
line of direction, she tensed herself for the pain she
knew was to follow.

Susan was surprised when instead of her asshole,
she felt the old Oriental man jamb his cock deeply
into her cunt from behind. He thrust away at her wet
opening and quickly brought her drug induced body to
the edge of orgasm.

On hands and knees the young wife trembled as she
experienced her first opium laced orgasm, as the
Oriental man thrust savagely, grunting each time he
slammed to the hilt into his lush young victims drip-
ping cunt.

Soon the old man was grunting and groaning as he
released his spurting come deeply inside of the young
wife he had drugged. As his final spasm finished he
fell forward taking her supple young body down under
him.

-=*=-

It was a pity, he told himself, that he could not
afford to take the risk of keeping her with him and
having a constant sweetly satisfying use of her lush
body. He would have to get rid of her husband, and
she would have to be sold in the same way that her
sister had departed, only much more quickly.

Tse Ling did not want to keep this white piece of
ass in his establishment a minute longer than was
necessary. He was not sure if she and her husband had
told anyone else of their suspicions of the Agency.
One more indication that he was under any sort of
suspicion and he would have to close up the Agency and
start again under a new and different guise. If indeed
he could get away with it this time, after his luck had
held on so many occasions.

-=*=-

Jack Bowing was about to get out of the car and
feed the parking meter yet again when a grinning slant-
eyed man knocked on the car door.

"Please...you Mister Bo-wing...wait for wife, yes?
You come with me please...wife want you...send me for
you...come quickly...please."

The singsong voice was persuasive, not commanding.
Jack knew that if Susan was sending for him something
must be wrong. He quickly walked along, with the
little Oriental at his side. He was suspicious and yet
he had to go and find out what was happening. After
all this waiting, he was pleased to have a chance to
have some action.

He was not so pleased when, as soon as he stepped
through the swing doors of the outer office of the
Agency he was grabbed by two strong yellow-skinned
little men who made up for their lack of stature by the
clever way in which they applied crucial arm-holds on
him.

With both arms held painfully to his back, he was
escorted from the main office along a corridor towards
the rear of the premises. For a brief moment they
paused at the half open door of the room in which Tse
Ling was, and found himself hypnotized into stupefied
tautness at what he saw...

His lovely wife was on all fours like an animal,
the beastly little hairy yellow-fleshed old man was on
her back like a dog with a bitch. The thick penis was
buried in Susan's cunt from behind, but what made Jake
all the more horrified was the way in which his wife
was urging on the fiendish Oriental who was clamped to
her buttocks. She had reached under her open thighs
and was cradling the long drooping ball-sac of the man
in her palm.

From her contorting mouth came an obscene chant.

"Do it harder...fuck me harder...ohraaurghA...
please...harder and dig it deeper into me...ooraaugH!"

Jack realized his wife must be drugged to be be-
having like that, and yet, even so, to see one's loving
and devoted wife pleading with a wretched disgusting
old man to do it harder to her while his thick cock was
frigging up her cunt, was enough to send any man out
of his mind.

Tse Ling grabbed her hair and jerked her face
upwards so that she was forced to look towards the
door where her husband was being held by the two men.
Tse Ling had his other hand round and under her loins,
the long fingers frigging at her until she knew she
would die if she was not given the sweet much-needed
release of her orgasm - husband or no husband watching
her, she had to get the gratification every fiber in
her drugged body was screaming out for.

A demented Jack Bowing watched as his wife twisted
and jerked as the evil Chinese man tried to screw her
down on to those lust-provoking fingers that were
frigging her towards either madness or her much needed
orgasm. Susan was crying out the filthiest words Jack
had ever heard a anyone use. She was being milked of
her cunt-juice and at the same time the jerking prick
of the man was sending its hot wet scum deep into her
belly.

Tse Ling looked up in amazement. Just behind the
lithe Orientals who were holding the heaving, sobbing
Jack Bowing were two of the largest London policemen
he had ever seen.

Lost for words for once, Tse Ling rose up, detach-
ing himself gradually from Susan who screamed the
foulest abuse at him, at them and at everybody else...
She lay there limp and exhausted, while the Chinese men
released her husband who ran over to try to assist her,
at least to clean her up, or to bring her round to some
state of normality.

The policemen, taking in the situation, were quick
to arrest Tse Ling. They telephoned for reinforcements
and took away all the employees of the Ling-Tan Agency.
Speedily seeing the chances of promotion in their
alacrity at unmasking one of the wiliest brothel supply
rackets in the country, long sought by the English and
Continental police, the larger of the policemen care-
fully tore up the piece of paper he had in his pocket.

It would never do if anyone knew that their
suspicions had not been aroused by anything Tse Ling
had done. They had followed Jack Bowing into the
building to present him with a ticket for having fed
the meter five times and being still parked in the
same position!

Epilogue

It was too late for Tina, or for Julie for that
matter. They had disappeared and No one at the Ling-
Tan Agency was going to admit anything. Let us hope
that their lives wont be to burdensome, and that they
will derive some enjoyment in their situation.

-=THE END=-