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Punished Housewife
by Martin Hall

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FOREWORD

When Lisa Curtis woke up in her fabulous Central Park West apartment, she sensed that 
things were not the same as usual. There was a strange choking feeling around her neck, and 
as she tried to see what it was, she discovered that she couldn’t even move her hands there to
check it out.

She was suddenly aware of something else, which frightened her more.

Her hands were bound behind her back, and as she turned her head to look, she could see
that there was a tight-leather bond, looped around her wrists, and her hands were already 
beginning to throb in pain.

As she managed to sit up, she could see her reflection in the large dressing mirror across 
from the bed, and wanted to scream.

A thick leather collar was around her neck, and connected to it was some kind of long, 
hideous chain, making her feel like a dog in a collar.

She was naked, too, which surprised her, since she always slept in a nightgown and was 
sure that she had been wearing one the night before. Her red hair looked more lovely than 
usual, as if someone had run a brush through it, so early in the morning.

Her nipples, too, stiff and red, seemed as if they had been played with, since there was a 
pleasant throbbing sensation running through them.

She tried to pull her hands free again, and could not. So, she did the next best thing, which
was to start calling for her husband.

“Peter? Peter? Did you leave for work yet? Where the hell are you? What the hell is going 
on? Why the fuck did you do this to me?”

She hardly even thought about the fact that there were thousands of reasons why her 
husband would do something like that to her. Instead, she liked to think of herself as being 
perfect, or as close to perfect as a woman could be.

Then, she heard the hideous laugh coming from the next room. It was a deep male voice, 
and she was sure that it was not her husband then.

The door was kicked open in a second, and she started to laugh, in order to release some 
pent-up nervous energy, more than anything else.

Joe, the doorman, was standing there, dressed in his blue suit.

She was about to ask him to untie her, and then, she saw the frightful leather whip 
hanging from his belt, and knew he was the one who’d tied her…





CHAPTER ONE


“You look beautiful this morning, Mrs. Curtis,” Joe said, and she saw an evil sneer to his face. 
“More beautiful than ever before.” She was suddenly aware of her nakedness again, and 
wished that she could have pulled up the covers to hide herself.

She had been so upset when she first woke up, seeing her reflection in the mirror, that she
hardly even realized that she was totally naked, not only from the waist up, but even more so, 
from the waist down.

Her legs were spread on the bed, and when she tried to pull them together, to at least try 
and cover her spread cunt lips, she discovered that she couldn’t even do a thing like that, 
either. She looked at her legs.

The same kind of leather strap that had been used to bind her wrists together behind her, 
had also been used to bind her ankles.

Each ankle was bound separately, with the leather laced tightly around them, and the ends
of the leather straps were bound to the posts at the foot of the bed.

As she tried to pull her legs together, she screamed. The leather seemed to burn into her 
flesh more than anything else.

“It won’t work,” Joe said to her, running his fingers through his short black hair. “I saw to it 
that you were done well.”

He started to walk closer to her, and she saw the way the whip, hanging from his belt still, 
was slowly moving back and forth.

“I’ll have your job for this,” she started to tell him. “You can’t get away with this, Joe. I’ll see
to it that you’re fired for what you’re doing. Or what you’re attempting to do. Please, don’t 
touch me.”

But it was too late. He had already moved his hand to her cunt lips, and he was stroking 
them gently.. It was so easy to make finger contact with them, since her legs were spread as 
wide as they could be.

Joe could feel the way she was starting to get wet inside, because the creamy wetness was 
seeping to her cunt lips. When she was lubed enough, he slid his fingers into her, and started 
to wiggle her erect clitoris back and forth.

She closed her eyes, for a number of reasons. First, she didn’t want to look at him while he 
was doing it, because he was the doorman of the building, after all, and far inferior to her. 
Second, she was beginning to like it, and didn’t want him to know, and third, since she was 
starting to come, she wanted to try and pretend that it was her husband Peter, touching her 
that way.

Of course, that would have taken a great deal of imagination, she knew, for she couldn’t 
remember the last time when he had touched her in such a pleasant way.

Usually, he did touch her, ramming his fingers into her, harshly, and almost with a great 
deal of malice (or so she sensed it), and he would end up lubricating his cock instead, because
she wouldn’t get wet.

Then, he would climb on top of her, and pound away inside of her, sliding it in and out, 
until he came. By the time that happened (and there wasn’t too much time, since he ended up
going so fast), she would just be getting wet.

She hadn’t had an orgasm with Peter in some time now.

But she could feel one building up inside of her, slowly, and she liked it. She started to 
moan softly, hardly even aware of the fact that she was.

Joe could hear it, however, and he could feel it inside of her. Her erect love button was 
beginning to throb harder, and he squeezed it gently enough so that she was coming mildly, 
still, and he could feel the way her cunt walls were beginning to spasm gently, and the way the
cream was starting to roll onto his fingers.

“You love it,” he said to her, and it was his voice that brought her out of the semi-orgasmic
frenzy, she was lost in, and back to the reality of the situation.

That reality was this: she had gotten up, on a normal Monday morning, after fighting with 
Peter the night before (but that wasn’t anything unusual), and she had found herself tied up in
bed, with a dog collar around her neck, and a chain connected to it. Had it been Peter who 
tied her, she might have understood it, but when she saw that it was the doorman, Joe, she 
just couldn’t.

She hadn’t let another man touch her since her marriage, years back. “I don’t love it,” she 
started to say to him. “I don’t. Now get out I’m going to report you to the landlord, and then 
you’re out on your fucking ass.” , He pulled his hand back, and suddenly slapped her across 
the face. The slap came so unexpectedly, and caught her so off guard, that the stinging pain 
was twice as intense as it would have been, had she readied herself for it.

She tried to turn her head, when she saw him ready to hit her once again, but he reached 
for the chain, pulled her closer, and slapped her a second time.

As he saw her lovely red hair flying, with the turning of her head, he could feel the way his 
cock was starting to throb harder in his pants. He thought of pulling it out then and forcing 
her to suck him, but knew it could wait.

“You are as cunty as your husband says,” Joe told her. “Although, I don’t really know if 
‘cunty’ is a word. Let’s just say you’re a big-mouth brazen bitch.”

“How dare you,” she screamed at him. “Just where the fuck do you get off talking to me 
like that, you… you doorman, you.”

She had thought of it as the ultimate insult. For although she had always liked Joe before 
that time, and loved it when he would hail a cab for her and hold the cab door open (of 
course, holding out his other hand so she could tip him), she had always thought of him as 
being quite inferior to her. After all, she and Peter Curtis could afford to live in this chic 
building, and all this man was was the doorman.

He started to laugh when she said that, and then, he pulled harder on the collar.

As she tried to pull her head back, he reached for the whip, hanging from his belt He 
pulled his hand back, threatening to lash her flesh, but he didn’t attempt to do it until he had 
told her what he planned.

“I’ll make you bleed if you don’t obey me, you bitch,” he said, and then he lashed the whip 
out at her, lightly.

She laughed then, feeling the smooth taste of the leather on her flesh. It was the first time 
anyone had ever whipped her (although, God, and Peter both knew how many times he had 
wanted to whip her with his belt), and she thought that the light feeling of the leather on her 
thigh was almost as nice as a kiss.

Of course, it was more forceful than a kiss, but the leather had only touched her oh so 
lightly, and then it had slid across her flesh as Joe had pulled it back. The sliding sensation had
been wonderful.

“That’s supposed to hurt me?” she asked, and she laughed.

Whack! Whack! Whack! She heard the sound and felt the lashings, three times in 
succession, the first being hard, and the second two that followed, being even harder. There 
was no blood, although the lash marks that were on her thighs then looked like they were 
ready to split open, so that the blood would pour.

“The first one, a few seconds back, was a love tap,” he said to her. “And those that you just 
felt, now, weren’t even as strong as I can do it. See how the flesh still stays closed. Would you 
like to bleed?”

She was terrified then, and she started to think back to one encounter with her husband, 
one afternoon when they had been going out to lunch. Joe had just hailed them a cab, and as 
they , stepped in, she was sure that he had patted her ass.

“I’m sure you were just imagining thing?, darling,” Peter had said to her, calling her 
‘darling’ with as much sarcasm as possible.

After all, their arguments had started less than five months after they were wed.

And yet, they had continued to stay together for months and months, and those months 
had turned into years. It was rare, now, for them to talk with each other without traces of 
sarcasm coming into Peter’s voice.

“I was not imagining it,” she claimed, as the cab continued, “that doorman touched my ass
when I was climbing into the cab.”

“Wishful thinking, I’m sure,” he said to her, snidely.

“You bastard. You don’t even believe me. Why, he’s crazy. Yes, that’s it. Even the first time I 
looked into Joe’s eyes, I thought that he might be crazy. No, not the first time. The first time I 
thought that maybe he was a little slow, as in stupid, but now I know. We have a crazy man 
working for us in the building.”

She was even more sure of it that morning, as she lay bound in bed.

She could see the look in his eyes again, as he pulled the whip back.

He did not lash her that time. Instead, he pulled her mouth closer to his groin, tugging on 
the chain attached to the collar.

“I have something in my pants for you,” he said to her. “You want it as much as it wants 
you, and you’re going to take it out.”

“Fuck off,” she said to him. “I’ll do no such thing. Besides even if I wanted to, which I don’t, 
you tied my hands up.”

He slapped her hard, and told her that the slap was for using vulgar language.

“But then again, I always thought you to be a vulgar pig. You seem so out of place in this 
building, with all the other classy people here. But we know how you married into the money. 
There are other ways to open a man’s zipper when you’re tied.”

“How?” she asked, and he laughed, thinking how stupid she was.

“Your teeth,” he said, firmly.

“What?” She gasped as he said iit. She couldn’t believe what he wanted her to do, and 
even more so, how he wanted her to do it.

He was really treating her more like a dog, she thought He pulled her so close, that her 
mouth was pressed against his zipper. Then he moved his hand to the back of her head, and 
she could feel herself smothering against his pants. She knew that she had better do what he 
said, otherwise, he might really kill her.

Slowly, she opened her mouth, and she could find the clasp of the zipper, sticking straight 
out. She bit into it, and then started to pull it down. Twice, she slipped, and had to move her 
mouth back and catch it again with her teeth.

He was starting to massage her cunt again, and she could feel the pleasures swelling up 
inside of her once again. When he did that, Lisa didn’t mind what was happening as much. It 
was the first time in a long time that she could remember feeling sexual pleasure at the hands 
of someone else.

Since her sex life with Peter had been on the decline since their honeymoon, the only way 
that she got off was with masturbation, but that wasn’t even very satisfying anymore, since 
she adored having someone else do it to her. It just wasn’t as much fun to masturbate, once 
you knew the joys of sex with another person.

As she pulled his zipper down all the way, she felt him pull his hand back from her head. 
She could see what was happening then.

He was starting to open his shirt as fast as he could, and when she saw his hairless chest, 
he was already throwing his shirt, and jacket, onto the floor. Then, he was pushing his pants 
and underpants down all the way, and she gasped.

It was a nice size, and that pleased her.

After all, by that time, she had resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to 
deal with his dick, in some way or other. Orally, or in her cunt, she had assumed, and she was 
happy to see that he had a nice enough dick.

But at the end of the shaft, right before it met the cock head, he was wearing a tight 
leather cock ring. She had never seen a cock ring before, and thought that it was an odd 
looking kind of thing.

It was gruesome, too, because of what was sticking out of the leather.

Going all the way around the leather cock ring were small spikes, and at first, she didn’t 
even know if they were real or not They looked like they could have been made of some kind 
of plastic, but she wasn’t at all sure.

Then, he pulled her mouth closer, and her lip brushed against one.

It cut into her lip, for a second, and she screamed in pain.

“Suck my dick, you rich bitch,” he said to her. “Suck it now.”

“I can’t,” she said to him. “I can’t. Not with that thing there.”

She was looking at his black pubic patch, and thinking of how turned on she might get to 
smell his manly scent. After all, even when she still sucked Peter off (and it was always because
he forced her head down there and rammed himself into her mouth, and not because she 
wanted to), she loved the smell of his pubic patch, but usually, he would come so fast and 
then pull her head away, so she never got to linger with the scent She also loved the feeling of
balls pressed against her chin, and Joe’s hanging balls looked nice enough, coated with fine 
black hairs.

But that spiked cock ring was what prevented her from making her move.

He felt for her nipple and pinched it hard, so that she could first feel a throbbing kind of 
pleasure, but then, felt a throbbing pain.

“Suck it, you cunt,” he said to her. “I want to feel those lovely, rich bitch lips around my 
cock. Suck it now.”

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“But that thing around your cock,” she said to him. “It looks painful. It’s going to rip my 
mouth right open.”

“You’ll just have to open your mouth wider, is all,” he said to her. “Apparently, having all 
that money, you’ve just let your brain rot. You can’t even think of a simple thing like that. So, 
that makes you a stupid rich bitch.”

Each time he called her that, she hated him, although there was no doubt in her mind that 
it rung of truth, the rich bitch part.

After all, she knew that had it not been for all his money, she would have left Peter a long, 
long time ago, possibly after the first six months when the arguments had started, and their 
sex life had begun to go downhill.

But, she knew, she would get nothing. No alimony, no nothing.

She had signed a paper saying as much, before they got married. Peter had insisted on it, 
and since she had loved him so much, she had thought for sure that there would never be any
trouble between them.

Slowly, Joe pulled her closer, and she opened her mouth as wide as she could, readying 
herself to take the cock in.

She started to moan as she tasted the flavor, letting her tongue flick its way back and forth
along the underside of the shaft. She also discovered something, as he was starting to thrust 
in and out at a steady pace.

Because of the way the spikes were bent forward on the cock ring, each time he was 
pulling his cock out, she couldn’t feel them at all. But, when she kept her mouth closed too 
tightly, while he was thrusting in, she could feel the spikes cutting against the roof of her 
mouth. It was a pattern that she soon picked up on.

He started to thrust even faster, and he could feel the way his cock was swelling more and 
more in her mouth.

Joe knew that there were many reasons why he was getting turned on, and very few of 
them had to do with her actual mouth sucking technique, which he found to be adequate.

He was turned on because he was getting to fuck her mouth, for one thing. He had always 
thought that she would be as beautiful as she was underneath all those clothes, and he had 
turned out to be right.

Just looking at her body, with her strapped ankles and spread cunt, was enough to make 
him come, without even touching himself. And the, fact that she was bound, and therefore, 
totally helpless, was also turning him on.

Each time he knew the spikes from the cock ring were cutting into her mouth, he could 
see the look of pain on her face, and that turned him on.

“Very nice,” he moaned, as she flicked her tongue of the slit of his cock, at one point. She 
licked away a drop of come. “If you did this as well to your husband, then maybe things would
be working out between you.”

She was shocked to hear him talking like that, and wondered where he had ever gotten 
the idea that things between Peter and herself were as bad as they were. After all, she knew 
what a good act she and Peter put on in front of people, particularly hired help like the 
doorman. They were all smiles and kisses, just for show.

Was Joe smarter than I thought, she wondered. Is he able to see through us?

She didn’t have much time to think about it, because he was massaging her cunt even 
better then, and she could feel the way her juices were beginning to flow steadily out of her 
cunt. She could feel the way he was cupping his hands near her cunt, and was sure that the 
juices were flowing onto them.

She was more sure of it when he pulled his hand away and moved it to his mouth. He 
started to lick his palm, licking the juices away.

As he did, she could feel the way his cock was starting to throb in her mouth, and then, he 
started to come.

At first, she was caught off guard by the initial load that shot out, and she could feel the 
spikes cutting the roof of her mouth then, for she had forgotten to open wide during a thrust 
inside, deeper into her throat.

But then, she caught herself, and he pulled back and began to shoot the rest of the come 
onto her tongue.

Lisa flicked her tongue back and forth over his cock head then, and she could taste the 
creamy flavor of him. It was the first time in a long time that she had enjoyed the taste of 
come, because with Peter, she hardly even seemed to taste it anymore.

In fact, during the last few oral encounters with him, she had saved the come in her 
mouth, and then, after pulling her head back, had spit it out She had done so purposely, 
because she knew how much he hated it when she did it. He had told her so himself, 
mentioning that after coming in a girl’s mouth and seeing her spit out the come, he felt that it
wasn’t a very satisfying blow job.

After all, the purpose of the blow job was for the girl to get off on the cream.

“Yeah, keep sucking it, you fucking cunt,” Joe said to her.

And that made her decide to do it to him, too. In fact, she had just been ready to let the 
sweet come slide down her throat, but after hearing him talk to her like that, she knew that 
she wouldn’t do it at all.

As he finished coming, and pulled his cock out of her mouth, slowly, without the spikes 
cutting into her, she let it slide out of her mouth, down her lips, and down the right side of her
chin.

She had her eyes closed, and was moaning, so that he would look at her face for sure, and 
know exactly what she was doing.

She had hardly even let it all out, when she felt a slap across the face.

“You fucking bitch,” Joe screamed at her. “You know that you were supposed to swallow 
the come. You know that, bitch.”

He slapped her again and again, and all she could think about was her looks. She kept 
thinking of how her face would be marred, possibly by a bruise on the cheek, or even worse, a
swelling that might take days to go away.

Then, all her friends would notice, and might start thinking that she and Peter had been 
fighting with each other. Actually, that was the truth, although he hardly ever hit her, and 
when he did, it would be in a place where no one would be able to see it.

Joe stopped hitting her as he saw her tits rising and falling fast, for her knew that she was 
having trouble breathing, and he didn’t want to kill her.

Of course, he kept thinking, Peter Curtis would probably love the idea of his wife’s death, 
but Joe wasn’t into taking a murder rap. He wouldn’t do something like that just because of 
some brazen bitch who wouldn’t swallow his come.

When he was finished slapping her, he pushed her flat on the bed.

Then, he started to climb on top of her, positioning himself between her legs. She 
screamed as she sensed what he was going to do, for he was already rubbing his cock against 
her cunt lips, and even though he had just come, he was still hard enough so that he could 
enter her, if he wanted to.

She kept thinking about those spikes, and how they were going to rip her pussy apart, 
probably to the point where she would need surgery.

But then, just as he was going to enter her, he moved his hand to the cock ring and 
unsnapped it, then threw it on the side of the bed. He laughed as he did it, and he rammed 
himself deep inside of her.

She could feel the way his cock swelled right up in the tight, wet confines of her cunt, and 
she started ;to move herself up and down a bit.

He pressed his hairless chest against her tits, feeling the sweat of her stiff red nipples 
against him, and he loved the way that it felt.

Then, he pulled the collar around her neck, so that he could turn her head and kiss her 
hard on the lips. At first, she tried to fight him off, moving her head to the left and right, so 
that their lips would never meet.

But then, he moved his two hands to her head, holding her on either side, and he pressed 
his lips down on hers, and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She must have been real hot for a
tongue kiss, he could feel, because she started to suck on him as hard as she could, less than 
five seconds after he had forced his way in.

He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth at the same rate that lie was moving his hard
dick in and out of her pussy.

And for Lisa Curtis, pleasure started to take hold. It was the first time in a long time that 
she had felt any pleasures as intense as those that were running through her body. Usually, 
Peter would just enter her, and most times, wouldn’t even press his body down on top of hers,
choosing to remain on his knees so he could slam his dick in and out of her as fast as he 
wanted to.

So just the warm feeling of a man’s body on top of hers was turning her on.

Plus, he had worked up her cunt by fingering her, something that Peter hardly ever did, so 
that when he entered her, she was already coming, wildly.

She started to moan as she felt his cock pulsating, and she hoped that he wouldn’t shoot 
off inside of her right away. She wanted him. to hold back a while longer, so that she could 
come again and again.

As she tried to wrap her legs around his ass, she could feel the burning leather cutting into
her ankles again, and she groaned.

She stopped trying to free her legs then, because the pain was detracting from the 
pleasure, and since the pleasures were so high, she wanted to keep them that way.

She could even smell the scent of sex in the room, getting stronger and stronger than it 
had been in the longest time. She could feel how wet their bodies were getting as they 
rubbed together, and he was able to slide cm top of her.

His thrusting technique was also quite good, and she couldn’t remember the last time 
anyone had fucked her as well, or if there had even been a time. She had had her share of 
lovers before meeting Peter, and then, she had been satisfied with him after they had gotten 
married, at least for the first few months.

After that,, she was too scared to go out and look for a lover.

She was coming her third time when she felt his cock starting to pulsate inside of her, 
harder than before. He was moaning even louder, and then, she could feel his cream pouring 
into her, in thick, hot loads.

“Oh, keep filling me,” she was moaning, “keep filling me up.”

Joe kept thrusting as hard as he could, until his cock had been drained dry inside of her. 
He didn’t stay inside of her after that.

Instead, he pulled out, walked to the bathroom, then started to wash his dick off. Once he 
was clean, he walked back into the bedroom.

“You’re a pretty good cunt, for a cunt,” he said to her, and she could see that he was 
already starting to dress. She felt something like a whore then, who had just satisfied her 
customer, and now he was leaving.

He was dressed in a matter of seconds, and reached over for the cock ring that was lying 
on the bed. He slipped it into his coat pocket.

“Where are you going?” she screamed at him, as he .started to walk toward the bedroom 
door. “You can’t just leave me here like this, bound and all. Untie me.”

“Later,” he said to her, as he walked toward the living room.

“I’ll tell my husband what you did, you bastard. He’ll get you for this. You can’t just leave 
me here. I’ll tell Peter. I swear I will.”

But he was already out in the hall, and he leaned against the door and smiled.

Her husband wouldn’t give a shit, he knew. After all, Peter was the one who had paid him a
hundred dollars to treat her like that. He wouldn’t be mad. If anything, he would be happy 
about saving money, because with Lisa tied up, on a Monday, she couldn’t go out shopping, 
spending hundreds of dollars, the way she always did…





CHAPTER TWO


When Myra Snelling woke up that same Monday morning, she could feel something heavy 
pressing onto her body. At first, she thought, before even opening her eyes, it’s probably Jim. 
Maybe he decided not to go to work today, but rather, just stay home and fuck me into 
oblivion, the way it used to be.

But then, as she tried to move, she could feel something cutting into her.

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She opened her eyes, and gasped. One of the huge logs that they had bought, just the 
other day for the fireplace, was lying on top of her body.

It was one of the logs that had thorns on it, and she could feel some-of them cutting into 
her flesh. It scared her.

She could remember talking with Jim about buying those logs the day before.

“They have thorns,” she had told him. “Why should be buy logs with thorns?”

“Why not?” had been his response, cold and to the point.

She kept thinking, then, that he must have known what the logs were going to be used 
for. He must have had some idea about them even then.

She could feel something bound around her thighs, and something also pulling at her 
cunt lips, and asshole, keeping them both stretched wide. It was painful each time that she 
moved, and she would not realize until later in the morning, that her thighs had thick leather 
straps around them, and connected to the straps were large prongs.

The prongs were almost like big safety pins, with one end of each in her cunt, and the 
other end in her asshole.

The log was kept flat against her body by a thick link chain, also connected to the leather 
straps around her thighs.

The black-haired woman opened her mouth to scream then, and her screaming continued 
for a long time, until she heard the front door being opened.

“Jim? Is that you? Oh, thank God you’re here. I won’t even talk about what you did to me. 
We’ll just forget the whole thing, if you untie me.”

Recently, he had taken to doing things similar to this. Some mornings, she would wake up 
and find herself strapped to the bed, wrists and ankles bound, so that she was spread out 
wide and couldn’t move.

Jim, her handsome brown-haired husband, would be standing over her with his cock 
sticking straight out and pointing at her. She would see just how thick it looked, as her eyes 
would travel along the underside.

His balls would be hanging low, and he would have a wry smile on his face.

“A fine good morning to you,” he might say, and then, before she would even be able to 
answer him, he would have his dick in her mouth.

She had gotten used to being forced to take him in her throat, when they had first gotten 
married, and she had to do it even more when he had her tied like that.

Somehow, she would sense a great deal of hostility emanating from him when he had her 
bound, hand and foot He would sit on her chest, pressing his buttocks against her heaving, 
small but firm tits, and sometimes, he would even press down too hard so that she had 
trouble inhaling to catch her breath.

He would hold the back of her head, and thrust in and out, hard and fast, fucking her face, 
in the same brutal way that he fucked her cunt. It was harder on her mouth because of the 
way his groin would slap against her chin, sometimes leaving marks there, which, with the 
right kind of make-up, could be covered.

She would groan each time he’d thrust into her mouth and hold himself there, and during 
the course of these morning bouts, he would be holding himself deep in her throat for longer 
periods of times.

Sometimes she would gag, and she knew that he enjoyed it when his cock head was in her
throat and she was gagging. She could tell just from the way he would moan, and even more 
so, from the way he might start to throb.

But he wouldn’t come right away, and she hated him for it.

On the other hand, when he was in her cunt, and he was fucking her in the same brutal 
kind of way, he would usually come fast, and she hated him for that, too.

After all, it was one thing to come fast in someone’s mouth, particularly when you were 
forcing her to suck you off, and forcing yourself into an unwilling throat. It was quite another 
thing to come fast in someone’s cunt.

Since it took most women a long time to get turned on, they liked a cock to stay hard in 
their cunt for a long time, and Myra was no exception.

She had the feeling, sometimes, that Jim was doing these things to her purposely, in order 
to hassle her. When she would think about it more, as his balls slapped against her chin and 
her nose was buried in his brown pubic patch, she would start to figure out just where his 
head might have been at.

She would think that he was trying to get her to walk out on him. In that way, if she left, 
chances were good that the lawyers would see it all in Jim’s favor, and the alimony he’d have 
to pay her, if any at all, would be minimal.

Myra had gotten so adjusted to the rich Central Park West lifestyle, that she knew she 
couldn’t ever make it without a ton of money.

So she’d let Jim have his way with her, no matter what he was into doing at the moment. 
She would gag when she was forced to gag, thinking that it would make him come faster, and
when he would start to come in her mouth, she would swallow it.

She would be licking her lips as he’d pull out of her mouth, and she would make him think
that she loved the way he tasted.

But deep down, she knew that she wasn’t fooling him, because she could read the 
expression on her face. It was that same expression that he had on his face whenever he called
her a ‘lying bitch’ which was fairly often.

She could feel the log pressing down on her more, but no one was moving in the living 
room. She started to scream out again.

“Jim, come in here and untie me. This is ridiculous. I let you have your way with me last 
night, and I deserve to be free.”

She closed her eyes, thinking that if she tried not to concentrate on the log with the 
thorns, it wouldn’t hurt her as much as it was.

However, her mind drifted back to the night before, which, in the end, had been filled with
some kind of pain.

After the two of them had gone out to buy logs, and groceries, they had come back home.
Unwillingly, she had fixed him dinner, since she hated to cook, and she had served it to him in 
the living room, where he already had a fire going.

“See how much nicer the logs with the thorns burn,” he said to her, and she could see the 
way some of the thorns had caught fire.

He had eaten, and then he had told her to clean up.

“I do wish that we could hire a maid,” she said. “We could afford one.”

“What for? We don’t need a fucking maid,” he said to her, as she cleared.

And she knew that it was true. What did he need a maid for when he had her around? She 
was just like a maid, except when it came to cleaning the apartment. For that, she had 
managed to talk him into hiring a girl to come in twice a week, and on one of those days, the 
girl did the laundry, too.

She liked that, but still hated cooking and cleaning dishes.

After she was finished, last night, she had sat down next to him in front of the fire, mainly 
because he had told her to.

She had really been in the mood to turn on the television in the bedroom and then sit in 
front of it with a good book, that didn’t need her full attention.

But he had patted the carpet in front of the fire, and had asked her to sit. Somehow, the 
mood that the fire set was quite romantic, and she had been sure that he would start to make 
love to her. She had also been right.

Less than five seconds after she had sat, he had moved his lips to hers and had kissed her, 
with more passion than usual. Then, he had laid her back on the floor and had started to 
undress her, licking every inch of her body.

It had been such a long time since she had been treated in such a wonderful way, that she 
had started to respond almost immediately. She had moaned softly, and when he had sucked 
on her breasts, she had reached down and managed to pull his shirt up over his head. He had 
been wearing a LaCoste shirt, with the small alligator on the pocket, and she had loved the 
look of his hairy chest.

Even more so, she had loved the feeling as he rubbed it against her tits, then continued to 
lick his way down.

He had pulled off her jeans and panties, and she had almost thought that she heard him 
say some nasty remark about her jeans.

She knew that he didn’t like it when she wore pants. He would have preferred that she 
wear either a dress or skirt, rather than any kind of pants, which he felt were too masculine for 
a woman to wear. But she hated skirts and dresses, and always felt much more comfortable in 
pants, even if he didn’t like them.

“You’re not wearing them anyway,” she’d tell him. “I am, and I like them.”

Once her pants and panties were off, he started to eat her cunt.

She wondered if he had been drinking too much that day, or popping pills, or something, 
because he hadn’t paid her that much attention in the longest time, except, of course, when 
he had her tied up and could use her any way that he wanted to.

But that time, she was lying on the plush carpeting, and she was feeling how soft it was 
against her ass, and she was feeling how nice his mouth felt against her cunt lips. She was 
moaning steadily.

He sucked her cunt, after a while, sucking out the creamy come that had been flowing 
steadily. He had spread her cunt lips then, and he had started to suck on her love button, 
flicking his tongue back and forth over the tip of it, the way he knew she loved it.

Within a few more seconds, she recalled, she was having her second orgasm, or maybe, it 
had just been a long continuation of the first, because she could remember that the first one 
had never really subsided.

As he had been licking her cunt, he had started to probe his fingers around near her 
asshole. She knew that he knew how much she hated it, but she said nothing while he was 
doing it, because the feeling was nice enough.

As long as her cunt was as stimulated as he was causing it to be, she could let him touch 
her anywhere, and enjoy it. In fact, when he started to thrust his finger into her asshole, she 
didn’t even mind it.

The feeling was nice enough, because he had really massaged it into her first, relaxing her 
sphincter muscles, so that her whole body felt like it was relaxed.. She had thrust her cunt up 
and down then, aware of the fact that in doing so, his finger was being buried deeper inside of
her asshole.

And she didn’t even mind that, either. It felt sensational.

She started to come harder, in fact, and there were a few moments when she could recall 
the bondage scenes with him, when he would be fucking her face fast and she couldn’t catch 
her breath because of the increased speed.

That time, however, she couldn’t catch her breath because of the orgasms, which his fast 
flicking tongue was causing to happen.

She loved it so much, that she had started to tell him things that she hadn’t said in the 
longest time. She told him how much she loved him, and how much she wanted to stay with 
him forever. She surprised herself in saying it, but kept telling herself that she was happy the 
orgasms were making her talk like that.

After all, chances were quite good that she never would have said anything like that to him
under any other circumstances, although, because of the situation with her collecting alimony 
if they split, she knew that she would stay.

When he had started to lick his way down from her cunt, she had been hesitant He had 
moved his lips to her asshole, and it had been the first time that she could remember him ever
licking her asshole.

Jim’s fingers had already massaged her enough so that she was feeling nice and loose, so 
it was even better when she felt his tongue there.

He started to flick his tongue back and forth over her asshole, getting her wetter inside so 
that his probing finger could move more easily. His tongue also had a nice warmth to it, and 
she could feel how much more her body was relaxing.

She had slid her hand down to her cunt to keep working it up.

And she had brought herself off a third time, thinking that his tongue in her asshole 
probably had a lot to do with the power behind the orgasm.

The heat from the fireplace kept drying the sweat off her body.

Then, Jim had started to lick his way up her body, and she anticipated that he was going to
fuck her, even better than he had eaten her.

He hadn’t stripped off his pants, which surprised her, but she could feel his hard cock, 
since he had opened them and slid them down.

Then, he started to enter her, and she screamed in pain.

He had gotten her so worked up, that it was too late for her to pull away when he thrust it 
fast and hard into her asshole.

She had never felt anything in her asshole before, except for his finger, and his cock was at
least five times as thick as his finger.

He had just rammed it into her, so fast, that the stretching pain she felt continued for the 
longest time. He had grabbed her hips and had held them tight, so that she wouldn’t be able 
to pull herself back.

And he started to fuck her like a mad man, almost the same way that he would fuck her 
faces during those mornings when she woke up bound.

Each time she would feel him driving it into her, she’d also feel his balls slapping against 
her ass, and there seemed to be such a fury in his face.

She had opened her eyes by that time, and she could see the look. She was also moving 
her fingers in and out of her cunt at a faster rate, in the hopes that his ass fucking might hurt 
her less because of it.

She’d started to groan then, and she started to beg him to pull out.

“Not on your life, baby,” he said. “Now I can say that I was the first to take-you in both 
holes. Your cunt and your ass.”

She could feel the burning even more. She felt as if someone had lit a fire inside of her ass,
and his constant thrusting was just feeding the fire. She had looked over at the fireplace, and 
had heard the crackling sound of the wood.

That seemed to make it even worse. Finally, she started to tell him how she thought he 
would kill her if he kept it up that way.

He laughed about it then, and she was terrified. It was as if he didn’t even give a damn 
whether or not he would kill her. It was almost as if that was the sole purpose of this whole 
tiling. And he could get away with it. She could imagine it all.

He would rip her wide open with that cock, and she would be bleeding all over the place. 
He’d still be lost in his orgasmic frenzy, to the point where he wouldn’t even know what was 
happening, and if he knew, he would do nothing.

Then, after she would be dead, he could call the police.

“How did I know she was dying that time?” would be his alibi. “I’ve fucked her ass many 
times before, and never ripped her open. She always loved it, and she had even begged me to
do it that night Begged like a bitch in heat.”

And of course, there would be no way she could deny it Dead women told no tales.

He hadn’t killed her, of course, but even as he had come and the warmth of his cream had 
started to soothe her chafed, aching ass walls, she hadn’t felt any relief. She did realize that he 
would be going limp soon, and that was a good feeling.

After he had pulled out, he had stood up and walked to the bathroom to shower. Then he 
had come back, sat in front of the fire to dry off, and he picked up a book to read.

They hadn’t said another word to each other that night She had gone into the shower, 
too, and then had stayed in the bedroom, with the television on and a book on her lap.

It was very hard to sit in the bed that night, because her ass still ached, and in the end, she
had gone to sleep long before he even made it into the bedroom. Her sleeping position that 
night, was different than it usually was.

Usually, she would sleep with her back to him, but, because of the brutal ass fuck, she 
wouldn’t have dreamed of doing something like that. She had slept facing him that night, or 
so she remembered falling out in that position.

During the night, she knew, she could have changed position.

And this morning, when she woke up, someone had changed her position, for she was 
lying on her back, bound, with that awful feeling thing poking at her cunt and at her asshole. 
The fact that it was poking at her asshole seemed even worse.

She could hear some kind of movement in the living room then.

“Jim, get in here,” she screamed, and as she turned her head and looked over at the clock 
on the night table near her bed, she felt panic.

It was almost ten-thirty in the morning, and that was late.

Jim left for work no later than eight-thirty every morning.

She was suddenly more scared than she had been the night before, as she had felt his pole
being driven into her asshole.

She was scared because she was sure that it was not Jim in the living room.

Of course, part of her told her that it had to be him, since she was still tied up. On those 
mornings where he would tie her and fuck the hell out of her, she would always be awakened 
at seven-thirty, or sometimes even earlier.

But now, it was ten-thirty, and getting later.

Myra suddenly had an idea. She closed her eyes and started to scream again.

“Look, whoever you are in there, I want you to know that I have my eyes closed. I swear 
that I do. You must be a burglar or something, and I promise that I won’t even look at you, if 
only you’d come in here and take this log off my body. It hurts so much. I swear that I won’t 
look at you. I swear that you can just take whatever you want to take and then leave, and since
I won’t have seen you, it’s okay. Please.”

She could hear someone moving closer then, and she heard the sounds of a hand rapping 
lightly on the bedroom door.

She knew that the person was looking in at her, and for a second, she was very 
self-conscious about her nakedness. She wished that she could have covered herself up, and 
then realized that whoever was there, had to have already seen her completely naked, in order
to have tied her up that way.

A few seconds later, she felt fingers roaming over her breasts. They seemed to be dancing 
gently over her stiff brown nipples, and then, she could feel a mouth moving down and 
starting to suck on her nipple.

It was definitely not her husband’s mouth, she knew, for she had felt him sucking her 
nipple often enough to know what his tongue felt like.

He would never do two things to her nipples at once, like this mouth was doing, nibbling 
gently and tongue flicking at the same time. And as Jim would get into sucking her nipple, she
could always recall, he would start to bite her, all the time.

It was as if he thought that biting would turn her on, and make her come harder, whereas, 
all it really did to her was hurt her more.

This mouth, sucking and sucking on her nipple, was beginning to please her.

She could feel a hand sliding down over her thigh then, and she felt something being 
pulled at her cunt Whatever it was that had kept her cunt lips spread wide open was no longer
doing that, although, she could still feel the prong-like things inside of her asshole, where it 
was hurting more.

She had such a desire to open her eyes then, as the fingers began to touch her cunt, but 
something kept her from doing so right away.

The something was her promise, and fear, combined. She had promised this burglar that 
she would not look at him, and she kept thinking that if he saw her opening her eyes, he 
might decide that he’d have to kill her.

After all, one look and she would be able to identify him.

And yet, even though he was playing with her cunt, fingering her gently and causing her 
clit to stiffen, he hadn’t really carried out his part of the bargain, or at least the part that she 
had begged him to do.

The log was still strapped to her body, and she could feel the way a few thorns were still 
piercing her flesh. For a second, it almost seemed as if he was applying weight to the log, 
possibly his own.

Her nipples were both throbbing, because she could feel his mouth moving from one to 
the other, and her cunt was starting to spasm mildly.

She was moaning, and even though her body was heaving up and down in pleasure, the 
thorns just weren’t detracting enough from the pleasure.

It was one of the most satisfying orgasms she had had in the longest time, and as she felt 
him pulling his fingers but of her cunt, she started to moan.

“No, don’t stop,” she was saying. “Keep doing it I want to feel more. I want to feel my cunt 
exploding one more time. Please.”

“That’s enough for now,” she heard a voice say.

And then, she tried to place it. She knew that she had heard that voice so many times 
before, but where? It sounded so familiar, with a bass tone to it, and a slight accent that 
seemed to be of Irish descent.

Where, she kept wondering, still too scared to open her eyes.

He was pulling his fingers all the way out, and was no longer touching her .cunt. His 
mouth was away from her nipples already, and she could hear the sound of clothing being 
opened. After all, she recognized the sound of a zipper opening, since she had opened her 
jeans so many times.

She was sure that he was going to try something else with her then, and even more sure 
when she felt some kind of weight on the bed.

He hadn’t kept his part of the bargain, she kept thinking, since the log was still on top of 
her, and because of that, she wasn’t going to keep hers.

She opened her eyes, and stared up at the black-haired man towering over her.

“Joe,” she said, recognizing the doorman. And her tone of voice was confusing, even to 
herself, for she had no idea what was going on…





CHAPTER THREE


He finished zipping up his pants, and looked at her, lying on the bed.

Her arms were still bound, and he knew that she would be comfortable that way. And if 
she wasn’t, Joe Kenny kept thinking, then fuck her.

“Where are you going?” Myra Snelling asked him, and he could sense something in her 
tone of voice then, something which made him think she was upset that he was leaving.

Perhaps it was because she was still tied, even though he had taken the log off, but that 
made no difference.

“I’ll be back later,” he said to her, and he started to leave.

“But I have things to do today. I was supposed to go out and get myself a new dress. I 
have to get shoes to go with it and…”

He walked over to her closet and pulled it open, then looked at the hundreds of things 
that were hanging up there. He seemed furious.

“What the fuck is the matter with these things, you selfish bitch?” he screamed at her. “You
have enough clothes to keep five women dressed for life.”

And then, he stormed out of the bedroom, and pulled the door closed. He could hear her 
sobbing inside, but didn’t care.

Slowly, Joe Kenny walked over to the fireplace and sat down.

He closed his eyes, and thought about Myra Snelling, and how his hatred for her was 
almost as deep as his hatred for Lisa Curtis, and half the rich bitches in the building.

He had to smile when he thought about something else, because it was all too pleasing. 
Luckily enough for him, most of the women were married, and their husbands shared the 
hatred that he had for the wives.

He thought of Myra, and that expression on her face when she had opened her eyes.

The first thing that he had done was slap her, after she said his name.

“You lied to me,” he said to her. “You said that you would keep your eyes closed.”

“You said that you would take the log off.”

“And I will,” he said, but in the meanwhile, he had been rubbing his cock against her cunt 
lips, somewhat surprised that he was hard.

After all, he hadn’t counted on coming twice with Lisa, but when he had seen the redhead 
laid out naked for him, he had had to.

Perhaps, he had thought, if she hadn’t spit his come out of her mouth, he might not have 
had such a desire to drive it in and out of her cunt the way he had.

He started to moan to himself as he thought about how good Myra had been.

Her cunt had been nice and wet for him when he had been ready to enter her, and he had 
known, back then, that he would have to take the log off. After all, he liked to press his body 
down on top of a woman’s, and he wasn’t going to let the thorns cut into his flesh. No fucking
way.

He had smiled as he’d started to pull the log up, and he had heard her say something 
about the fact that her husband must have purposely picked out logs with thorns.

Joe knew that to be a fact, since he had told the man to do it. And Jim, hearing what the 
doorman had planned, had been more than willing to follow his orders.

Once the log was on the floor, he could see her spread out body. He noticed the way Her 
asshole was still spread because of the prongs, and said something to her about it.

“Soon you’ll be able to take your husband in every night with that thing there,” he told 
her. “He’ll love that, like he did last night.”

The look of shock on her face had been priceless, and he wished that he had had a chance 
to snap a picture of it.

It was as if she was wondering if her husband told Joe all about their sex life. She had to 
know, for sure, that Jim had said something about what happened the night before, otherwise
he couldn’t have known she’d been ass fucked.

Joe had still been rubbing his cock against her pussy, and he had heard her moaning for 
him to enter. He could even feel the way her cunt lips were opening and closing around his 
cock head, as if they were begging him to enter.

And so, he had. He had slid into her with all the power he could give, and he had felt the 
way her cunt was responding.

It started to spasm hard around his throbbing cock, and he slowed down then.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked him, when he looked into her eyes.

“Just to let you know where your place really is,” he told her.

“My place?” she had said, shocked. “Just who the hell do you think you are to talk to me 
about my place? Why, you’re nothing but a common…”

“Doorman,” he said, as he thrust, for she couldn’t continue. “And I’d rather be a doorman 
than a whore, lady.”

“A whore?” she screamed, and then, she spit into his face.

Even as he still fucked her, he was able to slap her across the face. Then, he moved his 
hand to her neck and squeezed as hard as he could, so that he could hear choking sounds 
coming from her throat. He knew that he wouldn’t kill her, but he wanted to make her gag for
a long time, to shut her the fuck up.

“You are a whore, lady, and we both know it I mean, you did marry Jim for his money, and 
for no other reason. And you stay with him because of his money, too, so if that doesn’t make 
you a fucking whore, I don’t know what does.”

She hadn’t said anything after that, and he knew that it was because she had to be 
thinking that he was right Only the look on her face made him aware of how scared she was 
to come to the realization that he knew all these things about her.

She hardly even remembered talking to him, unless she would go down with the 
intentions of taking a cab somewhere. And when she would, and she’d tell him to call the cab 
over, that would be about all that she’d say.

On occasion, if she had enough change, she’d slip him some.

Joe had always thought that she was a cheap bitch, for someone who was supposed to 
have so much money. After all, the other tenants in the apartment building, when asking him 
to flag down a cab, would always slip him a single, at the very least. Sometimes, Myra would 
slip him some change, and at other times, she wouldn’t give him anything.

When that was the case, he would want to shove, his foot up her ass as she would start to 
climb into the back of the cab.

He had his chance to shove his cock up her cunt that day.

He started to thrust fast and hard at one point, and he could feel just how much she was 
getting turned on. She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact, for he could hear the way that she 
was moaning.

When she tried to wrap her legs around his ass, he heard a pained groan.

He knew that the prongs had cut into her asshole even more, but didn’t care. That was just
something that she would have to deal with.

He was enjoying the feeling of her cunt around his cock so much, that he hardly even 
thought about how much he hated her, or about the way her husband had hired him to come 
up and work her over, in the hopes that he might knock some sense into her.

If anything, at least she would be tied to the bed all day, and wouldn’t be able to go out 
on one of her credit card shopping sprees.

When Joe felt like he couldn’t hold back any longer, he started to come. He knew that she 
had only come once or twice, which was probably more than she had come with her husband 
in the longest time.

She started to come mildly after he had finished coming, and by that time, he was pulling 
his dick out of her and walking toward the bathroom.

“Untie me and I’ll wash your back,” he had heard her call out, but he was already in the 
shower washing himself off.

Besides, there was no reason to untie her, only to have to tie her up again when he would 
be finished with her. It was better to keep her bound.

He laughed as he looked into the empty fireplace, thinking of how angry she had been 
when he had left the room, and left her tied up. He wondered if she still knew that he was in 
the apartment, and almost decided to go back and have a look at her, so that he could 
remember what her naked body looked like.

After all, she did have a nice body, which, he kept thinking, might be the reason why Jim 
Snelling stayed married to her. She did look nice on his arm when they went out late at night, 
to some banquet or other, and Joe always thought that men like Jim liked to have beautiful 
babes on their arm, because it made them look better.

She most certainly did, that rich, untrained bitch.

He looked at his watch, and saw that it was almost eleven. A few more hours and he would
be on duty. Right now, Lyle was down there at the door, and he wondered if the black 
doorman even knew that he was in the building.

Joe had others to see, for there had been many husbands in the building who had come 
to him for advice, and he had told them what he would do.

In many ways, he was happy about the apartment he was going to next.

He was happy about it because he had two sisters tied up there, and he knew that he 
could get them to go down on each other. Since he had already come three times that 
morning, he didn’t think he would be able to get it hard again for another fuck.

With the two naked women, he could force them into do each other.

Helen Reynolds and Martha Whiting were two sisters who had both married rich men. Joe 
was sure that the reason they both lived in the same building was because the girls had 
wanted it that way, and were able to influence their husbands to do anything at the time when
they were looking for apartments.

Mr. Reynolds had been talking to Joe just the other day, and he had been telling the man 
how he had certain fears about his wife.

“She used to come so hard when we first got married. Maybe it’s me. I don’t know. But 
recently, I can see the way she closes her eyes tight when she’s coming, and I always tend to 
think that she must be fantasizing about something.”

Joe hadn’t said anything about what he had suspected.

However, whenever he would see the two sisters going out together, he kept thinking that
they were much closer than two sisters should have been. He kept thinking that they easily 
could have been lesbian lovers, like the dykes in 4F.

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He walked down the hail to Helen’s apartment, and opened the door with his pass key.

He could see that she was still tied up, the way he had left her. She was sitting on the 
marble coffee table in the living room, and her hands were tied behind her back.

A wooden stake was slid through, between her back and arms, and it was tied with a thick 
cord, just above each elbow.

Her long dark hair was hanging down to her shoulders, and her head was bent forward. 
She was still out cold, the way he had left her.

Joe loved the way that she looked with the knee high black leather boots on, and he had 
put them on just to make her look hotter.

He walked into the bedroom, and saw Martha, the younger of the two sisters, sitting up on
the bed, the way he had left her.

The chain cuffs were still around her wrists and ankles.

He studied her body, with the firm, flat belly, and the raised black pussy patch.

As he moved his fingers to her nipples, to pluck at them, she moved her head down fast 
and tried to bite him. By just pulling his hand up a bit, he was able to slap her across the face, 
as a warning.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked him.

“Let me just say that I hate rich bitches, and you fall into that category.”

“Just wait until I tell my husband,” she said to him. “I’ll see to it that you’re fired from this 
building. I swear, I’ll see to it.”

“Save it for later, you bitch. You’re going to need all the energy that you got.”

And he grabbed the chain that kept her hands cuffed together, yanking hard, so that she 
had to stand up fast, or feel the pain cutting her wrists.

“Move,” he said to her, and when he kicked her in the ass with his foot, she fell forward 
onto the bedroom carpet, and just lay there.

She was in tears then, and he loved it. He kicked her again, and told her to get her rich ass 
up off the floor.

“You’ll pay for this,” she kept saying to him, and he wanted to tell her that not only would 
he not have to pay, but that he was getting paid.

Her husband, and Mr. Reynolds, were both footing the bill. They also both had sensational 
ideas, which they had all discussed just the other morning, when Joe had been on duty out 
near the front of the building.

He knew how sensational the idea was, and couldn’t wait to carry it out “I can’t stand up 
with these things on,” she said, referring to the cuffs, on both her ankles and her wrists.

“Then crawl, bitch. You crawled after your husband to get him, so crawl inside. I like to see 
women with money on their knees. It makes for such a nice picture.”

And in her case, it was true. She had a beautifully shaped ass, and he could see how 
rounded the curve of her buttocks was on top. She also had nice breasts, and even though he 
preferred bigger tits, like Lisa Curtis had, when Martha was on her hands and knees, her tits 
hung down lower, and looked bigger than they were.

As she walked, he straddled his way over her, and almost thought of sitting on her back 
and letting her give him a ride into the living room. He could remember doing things like that 
with his nephew, only he was on his hands and knees.

He could see how scared she already was, just seeing him straddling over her, and then, as
she approached the living room, she gasped.

“What did you do to my sister?” she screamed at him, as she saw the way that Helen was 
sitting up on the coffee table, bound in an even worse position than she was in. “What did you
do to her? Did you kill her?”

He kicked Martha in the ass, for even implying that he would do something like that, and 
loved it when she fell flat on her stomach.

Then, he told her to get up and continue her crawling.

“She’s just out cold,” he said. “But you’ll be able to wake her up soon.”

“What? What are you talking about? I don’t know what you mean.”

“Bullshit, rich bitch. I’ve seen how lovey-dovey you two cunts are with each other, and I’ve 
suspected things about you all along. I know where your fucked-up head must be at, like the 
ladies in 4F.”

When Martha heard his accusations, she was shocked. Almost everyone in the building 
knew that the ladies in 4F were lesbians, and that was what he seemed to be implying.

“You can wake her up, just by licking in the right places,” he said to Martha.

And then, when the handcuffed woman wouldn’t move, he reached down and grabbed a 
large handful of her hair, pulling hard. He heard her scream, and he moved his knee to her 
face, as if he was going to smash it against her.

“Scream once more, and I will,” he said to her. “After all, we have the neighbors to think 
about here. They would hate to hear screams. It might make them start to think that 
something terrible was going on here.”

“It is,” she said to him. “It is. Please, let me go. I’ll give you anything.”

He knew that was not at all true. After all, by the time he would be. finished with his 
business, both bitches would have nothing.

After all, the husbands had promised him a great deal of money.

“But only if you can carry it out,” Mr. Whiting had said to him. “After all, if it doesn’t work, 
then we’ll have to pay alimony. But if it does, then the price we pay you will be much, much 
cheaper than the alimony we’d have to pay.”

Joe knew that, and that was why had had been able to name his price, at five thousand 
dollars, half of which they had already paid him. The rest would be paid at a later date.

When Martha still refused to move, he was even more furious.

Eventually, he ended up pulling her by the hair, and dragging her over to where her sister 
was still sitting up. He raised her up, and pushed her forward, so that her face fell right 
between Helen’s spread legs.

“Lick your sister,” Joe said to her. “Lick her and wake her up.”

“I can’t,” Martha started to say. “I couldn’t do a thing like that.”

“Bullshit. How many times have you done it?” he said to her. “We all know that you’ve 
done it before, so there’s no sense in stopping. Can’t you smell the scent of her sweet cunt?

Can’t you smell it, and isn’t it turning you on? I know that it must be, you’re such a hot 
bitch. Lick her cunt, and wake her up.”

And then, he watched as the handcuffed woman started to stick her tongue out and move 
it against her bound sister’s cunt lips. He could see how she was digging her tongue into 
Helen’s cunt lips, as if she was probing for the clit.

Then, she raised her cuffed hands up and placed them on her sister’s lap. Joe had to move 
closer in order to see the way that Martha was spreading Helen’s cunt lips wide, so that she 
would be exposing her clit.

Then, she moved her mouth to it and started to suck on it.

The doorman could see the way Helen’s nipples were starting to stiffen, and even though 
she still seemed to be out cold, her tits were starting to heave up and down, too. He knew that
she would probably love waking up, mid-orgasm.

“Lick harder,” he said to Martha. “She’s starting to wake up, but you have to make her 
come harder in order for it to happen.”

He could hear the loud sounds of slurping, and when he moved behind Helen and looked 
down, he could see that her cunt lips were getting wetter.

Martha was sucking at the juices then, and he could hear the sucking sound.

Then, he moved behind the couch, and reached for it. He looked through the lens and 
started to flick the shutter switch.

The camera didn’t need any kind of flash, and the clicking sound was lower than the 
moaning that the dazed woman was making, so that neither of them heard it Helen started to 
open her eyes soon, and as she did, she was lost in orgasm.

“Oh Martha, you haven’t dope anything like this in the longest time,” she moaned, 
recognizing her sister’s hair, before even seeing her face. “It feels so nice. You do it much 
better than my husband ever did it” And she was thrusting her cunt up and down, feeling the 
swelling pleasures.

It had been the longest time since she had awoke to find herself in mid orgasm. Back 
when things between Charles and herself were good, he would surprise her some mornings by
starting to fuck her when he got up.

If he could work her up fast enough, she always knew, then she didn’t mind it.

But she had always loved oral sex more than anything else, and it was one thing that she 
always had trouble talking him into doing.

Maybe, she kept thinking, it was because she and Martha had been doing each other for 
years when they were still children, and her sister had really known how to lick her.

She could recall when they were sixteen and fifteen, and how Martha had started to lick 
her once, so good, that she didn’t stop coming for the entire two hour session. Of course, she 
recalled, that had been part of Martha’s tactics, since the younger sister was always the one to 
do the licking.

Helen had never reciprocated until that day when Martha had kept her going, and then, 
she had been so hot that when her younger sister had moved her cunt over her face, she had 
been more than willing to open her mouth and start licking.

Helen had fallen in love with the taste of cunt that day. She had tasted her sister’s sweet 
juices flowing out of her spasming pussy, and she had sucked harder, so that they were 
landing right on her tongue.

Then, as she continued to come, she continued to suck Martha.

Their bodies were both lined with sweat by the time that they were finished, and it wasn’t 
until years later, when they had both gotten married, that they had stopped doing it to each 
other, only out of fear.

They were still close, and had both talked their super-rich husbands into getting 
apartments in the same building, right across the hall from each other, in fact.

Once, a few weeks back, the two of them had sat down to talk about their decaying 
marriages, and of course, the conversation had turned to sex.

Martha had been saying that she just didn’t come that much with her husband anymore, 
and Helen had been forced to agree. When it came to fucking, they both said, it was just all 
right, but oral sex was horrendous.

It had gotten to the point where Helen would do her husband just because she thought 
that he would like it, but she wouldn’t let him do her. She always felt that he would be doing it
just out of a feeling of obligation, rather than desire, and since she didn’t much care for how 
he did it anyway, there was no sense in letting him.

“Remember how we used to do it?” she had asked Martha then.

“Yes,” the younger sister had said, and they had both smiled.

“Maybe we should do it to each other now,” Helen had said, and she had been 
half-kidding and half-serious, at the same time.

“No,” Martha had said. “Suppose one of the boys comes home early from work. You know 
that either one of them would go crazy if they saw us. They would hate us both. I think it’s 
something we should just forget about” And so, they had, at least a few weeks back, when 
they had talked.

Helen thought it was somewhat strange then, to find Martha down near her cunt. She was 
in the middle of having an orgasm, and loving it, so she didn’t even start to question what was
going on as she was being licked.

She was moaning too loud, and feeling the way her sister was sucking on her clit more and
more. She was surprised that Martha wasn’t looking up at her.

Then, she saw something. She could see that her sister’s hands were chained together, and
she could see chains by the woman’s foot She wanted to stroke her sister’s hair, and it wasn’t 
until she felt the desire that she realized her hands were bound.

The more she pulled on the leather bonds, the worse it felt Suddenly, she heard the 
clicking sound, and she looked over at Joe Kenny, just as he told her to smile, and snapped a 
picture of her being eaten by her sister. It would be perfect for the husbands in divorce court…





CHAPTER FOUR


“Stop it,” Helen screamed, when she saw Joe taking the pictures.

Martha lifted her head up then, and looked at her sister. The cunt-licking woman had 
thought that her sister was talking to her and she was quite a bit upset about it, since she had 
just been getting into the taste of her sister’s cunt.

She was happy that Helen was no longer unconscious, and when she looked up into her 
sister’s glaring eyes, and saw that Helen was not looking at her, she turned her head, and saw 
Joe, placing the camera down.

He had a sly smile on his face, as he started to turn the film, and he pulled the roll out and 
placed it into the jacket pocket of his uniform.

“What was he doing?” Martha asked her sister. “What was he doing?”

“Taking pictures,” Joe answered. “She didn’t mean for you to stop. She was loving the way 
you were licking her cunt, and loving the way she was feeling. Look at how you managed to 
bring her right back to a state of consciousness.”

He started to laugh then, and could feel something happening in his groin.

It was the first time he had ever watched two women making it with each other, and he 
had never realized what a turn-on it was. He could feel the way his cock was getting hard 
again, and considering the fact that he had come three times that morning, he thought it was 
something of a minor miracle.

He could come, and had come, many more times than three times, in a day, but never over
such a short period of time. It was still the early morning, and there were hours and hours left 
before the evening set in.

“Keep licking her,” Joe said to Martha. “I want to see you do it.”

Martha wouldn’t move her head back then, and the doorman pulled the whip out from his
belt, and lashed it out at the woman.

“I said to keep licking her, and I expect my commands to be followed.”

He lashed the woman again, and then, he watched the way she was following his orders. 
She pressed her lips back against her sister’s cunt, and started to lick, the same way she had 
been doing it all along.

Helen moaned mildly, but her eyes still glared at Joe.

“Why were you taking pictures of this?” she asked him. “I want to know.”

“Let me just tell you that I’ve fantasized about you often, my dear. I’ve fantasized about 
how nice your body would be, and I turned out to be right with my vivid imagination. With the
pictures that I have now, I won’t have to fantasize. I’ll just be able to pull them out and look at 
them.”

“And blackmail me,” she said to him. “You do have that in mind, don’t you?”

He moved closer to her and started to massage one of her stiff brown nipples. He could 
feel the way it was throbbing under his touch, and he moaned softly.

“Do you really think me that evil?” he asked her, and he laughed, with such an evil tone in 
his voice, that he could feel goose bumps on her tits.

As she kept looking up at him, he moved his lips down to hers and kissed her hard. She 
started to bite his lip, and he pulled his head back.

He slapped her across the face, then stepped back and whipped her across the back five 
times, the last time drawing some blood.

She groaned, and rather than think that he hurt her, he liked to think that she was coming 
harder because her sister was still licking her cunt.

And Martha seemed to be doing such a good job at it, he could see. She wouldn’t pull her 
mouth away from her sister’s pussy, and Joe wondered if she was loving it, or if she was scared
that she would be whipped again were she to pull her head away.

He started to laugh as he watched Helen’s tits still heaving up and down.

“Please, let me have that film,” the bound woman started to say. “I want that film more 
than anything else in the world.”

“I thought that you wanted your husband more than anything else in the world. I thought 
that you wanted him because he was so rich. Well, I doubt that you’re going to have the 
money to pay for the film. At least to pay the cost that I’d ask.”

“What are you talking about? I have lots of money.”

“But it’s all his,” Joe said to Helen. “It’s all your husband’s.”

“And mine, too.”

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he pulled his cock out of his pants, and began to rub it 
against her lips. She kept her mouth closed, and because she did that, he slapped her across 
the face with his stiff shaft, hoping that the groans she was making were from pain. His cock 
was feeling great, however.

Helen closed her eyes, and kept thinking about the doorman. She had always sensed that 
he liked Martha a lot more than he liked her. In fact, she had always sensed that he hated her, 
but, since he was hired help, she had never really cared too much about it. After all, as long as 
he did his job, who cared what he thought?

If he liked Martha, though, maybe he would be willing to bargain with her.

“Martha, stop,” she screamed, and Joe reached for Helen’s hair and pulled it.

“I didn’t tell her to stop,” he said, pulling her head all the way back so that her eyes bulged
in fright “I’m in charge here.”

“Nonsense. You’re nothing but a doorman, and you won’t even be that for so long, once I 
report you to the landlord. You’ll be fired.”

“You like to think that way, don’t you?” he sneered at her.

Martha had already pulled her head away, and when Joe looked down at her, she seemed 
to be terrified, as if she had disobeyed him, and would be whipped again. He moved his hand 
to the whip, and she started to lower her head.

“Don’t,” Helen said, even through the pain of her pulled hair. “Don’t lick me until we’ve 
had a chance to talk this thing out He thinks that since he has the pictures he can have us do 
whatever he wants.”

“I can,” he said, laughing triumphantly. “I don’t think it. I know it.”

“I don’t know what he’s going to do with the pictures, Martha, but think of how damaging 
they could be. Remember the last time, when we talked about doing this?”

And Martha started to shake her head yes. She could recall the conversation that she and 
Helen had had, about their marriages.

She could remember how much she had wanted to get it on with her sister then, and lick 
each other so that they would both be satisfied, and yet, they had both been scared that one 
or both of their husbands would return and find them.

If they would be caught, Martha knew, it would be the end. Her husband would surely , 
want to divorce her, especially if he knew that he didn’t turn her on.

She had heard him say as much, weeks before, when they were watching a film.

It was on cable television, and in it was a scene between two sisters, who carried out a 
secret lesbian affair with each other.

Martha’s husband had sat there, watching, and when they had a semi-explicit love scene 
where one sister was playing with the other’s nipples, he had made some face, just to show 
how disgusted he was.

“Aberrations from the norm,” he had said. “It’s quite sickening.”

“Do you really think so?” she asked him. “I know that most men would probably get turned
on seeing two women going at each other. Wouldn’t you?”

“Not at all What’s there to see? One fingering the other? One licking the other? Anything 
that a woman can do to a woman, I can do better, and since I have my cock, I know that I 
could fuck. A lesbian can’t fuck, unless she has a dildo.”

Martha had been ready to tell him what a lousy cunt-licker he was then, since he thought 
that he could do anything better than a woman. She had been ready to tell him that when 
Helen had licked her cunt, years back (so many years, in fact, that she could hardly remember 
it, and therefore desired it more), she had come so hard, and she had never come as hard with
him eating her.

She hadn’t, however, for he had made his opinion of lesbians perfectly clear, and she knew
that he would freak out if he found out about her.

As she looked up at Joe, she could see something about him.

He did not get turned off seeing two women making it with each other. If anything, he was
getting more and more turned on. He did not have such a thick bulge in his pants before, 
when he had dragged her into the living room, and she was sure that the hardness had to 
have started to occur while he had watched them.

And she thought of the film. Her husband and Joe got along on the same level that she 
and Joe got along on, or so she thought. Her husband was courteous to the doorman, but 
always seemed to know what Joe’s place was, and treated him accordingly.

She wondered, though, what would happen if Joe showed him the film?

“Joe,” she started to say, and she was licking her lips. “I could get into having your cock. 
Do you know that? I could get into it.”

Joe didn’t know that, but he knew something else. That rich bitch thought that if she 
played up to him, she might be able to get the film from him.

Me decided to play along with her. After all, there was no reason not to. Even if he didn’t 
come a fourth time that morning, his cock was hard, and it would be nice to have someone 
sucking on it.

Plus, he knew, from all his sexual experiences, each woman sucked dick a little different 
from the next, and it would be nice to see how her mouth felt around his cock.

“All right,” he said to her, as he reached down.

He took her by the chain that kept her handcuffs together, and he started to lead her 
toward the bedroom. He could sec how scared she was, but he laughed.

“Call me modest,” he said, coming up with a lie. “But I just don’t want to fuck around in 
front of your sister. We’ll do it in the bedroom.”

He threw her down on a large trunk that was over in one corner of the room, and thought 
about opening her handcuffs to make it easier for himself.

He decided not to. right away. Instead, he kept thinking, it would be easier for him to strip 
first, and then untie her. After all, he had the film to think about, and he wasn’t going to let 
her get near his jacket Martha still was not too sure about the film, and what he would do with
it. She hadn’t even known that he had been taking pictures, until Helen had told her as much.

She watched as he started to take off his boots, placing them neatly next to the bed. He 
was sitting as he pulled them off, and he started to open his shirt then. He took off his shirt 
and jacket at the same time, and without her even seeing it, he reached into the coat pocket, 
took out the roll of film, and slipped it into his boot A precaution never hurt anyone, he kept 
thinking as he did it Then, he started to take off his pants. He knew that she would have to be 
impressed with the size of his cock, as most women tended to be.

He knew something else, though. Even if she wouldn’t have been too impressed with him, 
she was sure going to act like she was.

“That’s beautiful,” she said to him. “It’s so nice and hard.”

He laughed as he moved closer to her, and then, he remembered something.

Mr. Reynolds had told him about something that he had once used on his wife, and when 
Joe had heard about it, he had thought it was fantastic.

Reynolds had said that it was in the top drawer of his dresser, and as he started to look for
it, he could see the expression changing on Martha’s face.

“What are you doing, looking through my brother-in-law’s drawer like that? Who do you 
think you are? You can’t do that.”

“Just watch me,” he said, and he continued to laugh.

He found it, and he loved the way it looked. It was a plastic dildo, with spikes at the end. of
it, and a flat base. He moved toward the trunk that she was sitting on and put the phallus 
down, so that it was sitting right up.

Then, he moved back to his pants and took the keys out of his pocket.

He opened the cuffs around her ankles first, and watched the way she managed to rub her
ankles. Then, he opened the cuffs around her wrists.

Her legs were spread out, one on each side of the trunk, and as he leaned over and pulled 
the phallus closer, he could feel her struggling.

“Please, it looks painful,” she said to him. “Don’t.”

“Sit on it, bitch,” he said to her. “Take it in that cunt of yours.”

She had her arm around his ass, and was holding onto one cheek. He could feel the way 
she was starting to pinch his ass cheek, as if she thought that would prevent him from forcing 
her to sit on it.

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If anything, it only served to build up the malice he was feeling inside for her.

He pushed her right down, so that she was sitting, and heard her groan.

“Now take my dick in,” he said, and as he was forcing it into her mouth, he could hear 
Helen screaming from the living room.

“What are you doing to my sister in there? What are you doing? You’re going to pay for 
this, you fucking bastard.”

“Shut your mouth, before I come in there and gag you,” he screamed at her.

He started to thrust his cock in and out of Martha’s mouth, hard, so that his balls were 
slapping across her face each time he moved in.

He could hear the way she was groaning, and didn’t really care what was causing her to 
groan. He was more sure that it was the phallus, with the spikes on the end, rather than his 
own hard cock, although, he knew that his cock could have been doing it, too.

Her mouth felt nice and wet and hot, he kept thinking.

“Use your tongue, bitch,” he said to her. “Shit, no wonder your husband hates your fucking
guts. You don’t even know how to use your tongue.”

He could see how surprised she was to hear him say something like that. She started to 
flick her tongue back and forth along the underside of his cock, and he could feel the way he 
was soon starting to pulsate.

Then, he felt something kicking him in the back, and he turned around.

Helen was standing there, her arms still bound together. But, since he had done nothing as
far as tying her legs up, she had been able to stand on her own and walk into the bedroom. 
She was kicking him with her boots.

Joe managed to grab one of her feet then, and he pulled on it hard.

He heard the sound of her landing on her ass, and he started to laugh. He could see the 
way she was crying then, and figured that she had to have landed very hard. After all, even 
though the bedroom was carpeted, he had heard such a loud thud, and knew that she had 
taken a hard fall.

But fuck her, he kept thinking, and he could see her spread legs. He looked at her cunt, 
and thought of how nice it might be to fuck her.

He decided that he would, thinking only of his cock, and nothing else.

Her arms were tied, and as he pulled out of Martha’s mouth and moved toward Helen, she
started to kick her legs. It was easy for him to just yank them apart and fall to his knees 
between them. Then, he started to pull her body closer, and he could feel his cock head 
rubbing against her cunt lips.

Helen started to groan as he slid it into her, and as he was fucking her, he didn’t even 
think about the woman behind him.

Martha could see his sweaty ass moving back and forth, and she thought of attacking him 
and trying to strangle him. After all, she kept thinking, she and Helen could easily make up 
some kind of story about how the two of them had been attacked by this man, and how they 
had had to fight back.

That way, she could get off with murder, and he would deserve it. After all, she kept 
thinking, he was a fucking crazy bastard, and he was hurting them both.

But then, she thought about the film, which suddenly seemed more important.

As she stood up, she tried not to groan so much. She pulled the phallus out of her cunt, 
and was happy to see that the spikes had not drawn any blood.

She moved quietly behind him, and then, made a dive for his clothing.

He saw her, but he was too much into the fuck to stop. Anyway, he knew that she would 
never find the film, and when he heard her groan, he knew that she had just looked in his 
pocket, and found nothing.

She started to go through the rest of his clothing, and it was time to attack.

He pulled out of Helen, and reached for the handcuffs that he had let fall on the floor. He 
raced over to Martha, and before she even knew what was happening, he had pulled her arms
behind her back, and was cuffing her wrists again.

Then, he pushed her down on the floor, and laughed.

“You two bitches really kill me, you know that? Neither one of you will give up.”

He started to stroke his cock, and he could feel the way he was about to come. He stood 
right between them, as the first load shot out, and he aimed it at Helen’s face, splashing her 
with the first load of come.

Then he turned, and shot some onto Martha’s face, and both women were crying.

“Come, on, you closet dykes,” he kept saying. “Enjoy this come that you’re going to get, 
because it will probably be a long time before your husband’s let you suck their cocks again. 
They wouldn’t want to let any dykes near them, because we all know how much dykes hate 
cocks. Wouldn’t want to risk it in your mouths, because of your teeth, and the way you might 
bite them.”

He was laughing hysterically, and he kept jerking his cock until there was just no more 
come to shoot out. Then, he fell back on the bed.

He closed his eyes and lay there for a long time. He could hear the two women breathing 
heavily on the floor, and he just kept his ears alert, to try and make sure that neither one of 
them tried to crawl away.

After he had rested, he sat up. He could see that neither one had moved at all.

He reached into his pant’s pocket and pulled out another pair of cuffs. He moved toward 
Helen, and snapped one cuff on one ankle, then pulled her leg closer to Martha, so that they 
were cuffed together.

“Almost reminds me of a chain gang,” he said to both of them.

Then, he stood up and walked to the bathroom, checking his waterproof watch at the 
same time. He knew that he would have just enough time to finish showering and dressing, 
and then he would have to take over for Lyle downstairs.

He showered fast, because he was hungry, and wanted to get something to eat in Helen’s 
kitchen. He was sure that she had a lot of food, because he could remember the grocery boy 
making a delivery the other day.

He could even remember something else, which made him hate the woman even more. As
the young boy had left, he had seemed quite discouraged.

“What’s wrong?” he had asked the grocery boy. “You feel all right?”

“I feel fine,” the young boy had said. “But that lady makes me carry up over thirty pounds 
of packages for her, and then she gives me a fucking dollar tip. That cheap broad. Last time I 
deliver for her.”

Joe had felt so bad, that he had reached into his pocket, pulled out another buck, and 
handed it to the kid. At first, the boy had refused.

“No,” he said. “That would be like taking money out of your pocket. She’s the cheap bitch. 
You’d think she’d tip better living in this area.”

“You would think as much, wouldn’t you?” he asked. “But take it anyway. I’ll make up for it 
somehow. I have more contact with her, and I’ll let her know what a cheap bitch she was. 
Maybe she’ll pay me back.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” the boy had said, and Joe had known he was right.

He finished drying himself off, and then walked into the bedroom.

He started to slip into his clothing, and as he put his foot in his boot, he remembered the 
film. He could feel it, and he pulled it out, and made it his business to hold it up in front of 
him, and smile.

“You didn’t think that I would leave it in my jacket, when you saw me put it there, did 
you?” he asked them both. “That would have been stupid, and we all should know by now that
I’m much more intelligent than that.”

“What are you going to do with the film?” Helen asked him. “You still didn’t tell us. I know 
that you had to be lying.”

“When I said that I would make the pictures up for myself? You’re right. I was lying. I 
wouldn’t want to jerk off over pictures of you.”

He started to laugh, and didn’t even give a damn about the hurt look in her face.

She had hurt so many people in her life, he knew, that it was about time someone got her 
back for it. And within a few weeks, or maybe even days, she would be hurting really bad, he 
knew. Really bad.

For it was one thing to be poor (which he knew about), and deal with it. But then, it was 
quite another thing to be poor, suddenly get tons of money, and then have to go back to 
being poor all over again.

And that was just what was going to happen to both of them, when their husbands got 
the film and had the pictures developed.

He decided not to tell them, but to just hint at what would happen. His chance came when
he was starting to go into the kitchen, and he heard Helen screaming.

“You can’t just leave us chained like this,” she screamed. “You have to let us go. You can’t 
just do this. It’s not fair.”

“You’ll only be that way for a few more hours,” he said. “I’ll make sure to give your 
husband the key to the cuffs on his way in. And I’ll also make sure to give him the film. He can 
take it in and have it developed himself.”

There was silence coming from the room then, and he was glad, because he would have 
hated to eat while they were screaming.

It was not until he passed through the living room to get to the front door, that he heard 
the sobs coming from the bedroom.

“Have a good cry, you ex-rich bitches,” he screamed out, and walked out of the apartment,
and toward the elevator.

He was downstairs, replacing Lyle, in a few seconds, with minutes to spare.





CHAPTER FIVE


Joe Kenny was more proud of himself that than he had ever been in his entire lifetime, and as 
he watched the people passing by, not only right in front of the building where he stood, but 
even more, across the street, by the park, he started to think about them, but in a different 
way than he usually did.

Usually, when he would see a businessman in a suit, hurrying on his way to work, he would
feel some hostility for the man. He wouldn’t even know what the man did for a living, but 
because he wore a suit and carried a briefcase, it always meant that he had some important 
job, where he must have gotten respect.

On the other hand, Joe felt that people who were doormen never got any respect. He 
thought that they were always looked down upon.

Even some of the nicer people in the large building that he worked in, might act very kind 
toward him, and try to treat him as an individual on their own level, but he always thought 
that they must have sneered at him as their cabs pulled away.

In many cases, he was right.

He made good money being a doorman in such a classy building, not only because the 
people who lived there were rich, and many of them tipped so well, but even more so, 
because the building was so large, and there were so many tenants.

The ones who treated him nicely, really did a number, giving him large tips each time they 
left, and bigger ones for Christmas. They made up for the others, who were cheap and rotten, 
and whom he seemed to really hate.

In most cases, when it came to couples, it was the wives who were cheap.

The men never seemed to care, and once, when he had gotten a cab for Mr. Rogers from 
the seventh floor, the man had handed him a five for a tip. Just as Joe had closed the door, he 
had heard the Mrs. already starting to complain to her husband.

“Five dollars? You gave the man five dollars, Henry? How could you do that?”

“Just shut up,” he had said, and he had driven on.

Mrs. Rogers rarely gave Joe a tip, and sometimes, she hardly even acknowledged him 
when he held the door for her. At least some of the other cheap bitches would smile when he 
held the door, and say thank you.

But thank you didn’t make up for money, or for the attitudes he felt from many of the 
people who he held doors for.

He was proud of himself that morning because of all the money he had made. Doing three
apartments had brought him over three thousand dollars so far, and there would be more to 
come when Mr. Reynolds and Mr. Whiting paid him the balance.

Of course, he was not planning to give them the roll of film. Instead, he was going to take 
it home and develop it himself, so that he could keep the negatives. Then he would give the 
men a copy of each print, so they could have it for evidence, showing that their wives were 
true lesbians.

When the husbands would pay him off with the balance of the five thousand dollars, then 
he would give them the negatives. After all, he had no desire to blackmail them. But he knew 
that many of these men had gotten rich by lying and cheating others, and he was not about 
to let himself get cheated.

If they decided not to go through with the divorce, then he could always blackmail them, 
because he knew they wouldn’t want pictures of their wives getting around.

Especially if one wife was going down on the other in the pictures.

It was one in the afternoon, and he knew that the day wouldn’t be getting busy until after 
five. That was when people started coming home from work.

So he leaned back against the archway near the front door, closed his eyes, and started to 
think back.

If anyone had known where he head learned his bondage techniques, they might have 
thought that it was funny. After all, how many fathers teach their sons how to tie up women 
and make them slaves to the man’s will?

Actually, he recalled, his father hadn’t taught him as much as he had spied on the man. He 
could remember the first time, when he was young.

He had been out late with some friends, because it was summer after all, and he didn’t 
have to get up for school the next morning. His sister had come in early, and, he imagined, his
parents must have thought that he had come in with his sister, for if they had even suspected 
that he was up, and had yet to come in, he was sure that they would not have been in the 
living room the way that they were.

That is, they were both naked, and his mother was bound.

Her hands were tied up near the grill in front of the fireplace, and he could see the way a 
log was laid across her arms. He didn’t actually see the way the log was tied, because he was 
too busy studying his mother’s naked body.

She was beautiful, with short red hair, large, heaving tits, and stiff nipples. He could see her
red pussy patch when his father moved out of the way, and for a second, Joe had hid himself 
behind a curtain. He could see his father walking past him, and hardly even thought about the
hard cock on the man, until later.

When he did, he realized that this was a hard-on, something that many of the older boys 
had talked about, and yet, he hadn’t been able to get one. He was still too young.

His father walked back, and he was carrying a thick leather whip, which Joe knew all too 
well. He had felt the wrath of the whip on his ass, many times, when he was bad. His father 
thought that it was the only way the boy and his sister would learn.

The man stood looming over his mother and started to whip her, and Joe thought that 
was somewhat strange. He had never realized that his father would whip his mother, as well as
whipping both himself and his sister.

However, his mother was reacting differently. She was starting to moan, and young Joe 
had been able to see that his father was rubbing his toes against his mother’s increasingly wet
cunt lips. He was sliding his big toe in and out of her cunt, and she seemed to be getting off 
on it, very nicely.

That was when Joe had noticed his father’s hard-on. It was sticking straight up in the air, 
and while his mother was moaning, he could see the way his father’s cock was starting to bob 
up and down, gently. His father moved his hand to the shaft and began to massage it, and Joe
heard him moaning.

He had whipped Joe’s mother for a while and then and then, he had gotten on his knees 
between her legs. He started to enter her, and that was when Joe realized that he was fucking 
her. He had heard that word from his older friends also, but had never really known just what 
it was about. He knew for sure, then.

He sensed that there was a great deal of pleasure behind the fuck sensation, just from the 
way they were moaning. He thought nothing of the sweat on their bodies, since there was a 
fire burning in the fireplace.

At one point, he could hear his father moaning louder than ever, and the man’s buttocks 
seemed to be drenched with sweat. He had also stopped thrusting, holding himself in as deep
as he possibly could.

Joe snuck upstairs to his room later, and thought about what he had seen the entire night.
No one really understood why he was so tired the next day.

But when he and his Older sister, Kathy, had a chance to talk later that day, he told her 
what he had seen, and what had happened. “Why did he tie her up like that?” he asked. 
“Because he’s a stupid, drunken Irishman, who gives the Irish a bad name. He was probably a 
drunken sot last night”

“He didn’t seem to be acting drunk,” Joe said, for he had seen his father plastered many 
times. When his father was drunk, he could hardly even walk.

When he thought about it more, and remembered how close his father had come to when
he managed to hide behind the curtain, he remembered not having smelled alcohol. When 
the man was drunk, you could usually smell him from a distance.

Since blonde-haired Kathy had not been able to explain why he had done what he did, Joe
was beginning to think that his father had gotten off on it.

He spoke with some of his older friends about tying up women, and whipping them, 
without mentioning what he had seen. He couldn’t let his friends know what his parents were 
into, because it just didn’t seem right.

“Some men get off like that,” Larry had said, confirming what Joe had thought. “For some 
men, it’s the only way that they can get off.”

“But what about the woman? Does she enjoy it too, or does she hate it?”

“It all depends on the woman,” Larry said, and since he had fucked five different women, 
which was more than most of the boys had combined, he was considered an expert on the 
subject. “Everyone gets off on different things. The only thing that seems to be a constant for 
all people is the cock being jerked and the clit being massaged.”

And that was when Joe had realized what his father had been doing when he’d been 
rubbing his toe against his mother’s cunt He had been massaging her clit, and obviously, the 
woman had loved it.

The doorman continued to smile as he thought about the way he had lost his virginity, 
because it was something that he would never forget.

He knew that his sister probably hated him for doing it to her, when she was in such a 
vulnerable position, but he didn’t really care. Now she was married and had three kids, and 
her husband reminded Joe a great deal of his own father, so, he thought, his taking her when 
he had the chance hadn’t effected her that much.

The morning had started out with some arguments between his father and his sister. She 
was dating some boy that their father seemed to hate, and he was laying down the law, telling
her that she wasn’t going to be allowed to see him anymore.

She was so furious, that she started to curse at him a bit She said things that he knew he 
would never say to his father, and while she was calling him a close-minded fucker, Joe had 
seem how mad the man was getting.

“Everyone out,” his father had said to them all. “Everyone out of the house.”

He was talking about Joe and his mother, the boy knew, for his father wanted to be alone 
with his sister, and punish her for what she was saying.

Joe and his mother waited outside, and he heard slapping sounds.

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He could see the look of fear on the woman’s face each time that they both heard the 
slapping, and he was sure that she winced, too, with each loud sound.

A few minutes later, they actually heard screaming.

He moved toward the door, and was about to open it, when his mother placed her hand 
on top of his and stopped him from doing it.

“He’ll beat you, too, if you go in there,” he said. “He wouldn’t want you to see what he’s 
doing. Just leave it be.”

He had hated his mother then, but even more, he had hated his father. He knew, just from 
the way the screams never subsided, that the man must have really been working his sister 
over, and he had always loved the girl.

It stopped about ten minutes later, and then the man came out of the house. Joe was just 
about ready to go in, when the man stopped him.

“I want her in there alone for a while, so that she can think about that dirty mouth of hers. 
Let’s go out to a movie.”

He didn’t want to leave her there, and thought fast “I was supposed to go over to Allan’s 
house today anyway,” he said. “You two can go to the movie, and I’ll go there.”

“Don’t come back before five in the afternoon,” his father said. “Let her sit and think about 
what she said to me. Just let her think.”

Joe had started to run off down the road, toward his friend’s house. When he was out of 
sight, he ducked into the tall weeds on the side of the road, and sat down, waiting until he 
heard a car go by. He looked at each one to see if it was theirs, and finally he saw his mother 
and father driving by, on the way to an early movie.

He snuck back toward his house then. His father had locked the front door, but he knew 
that he could climb in through the basement window, which was almost always kept unlocked.
That was just what he did.

He started to walk upstairs, and he felt so terrified.

She wasn’t anywhere on the first floor, and he ran up toward her room. He could hear her 
groaning before he even opened the door, and when he did push it open, he could fully 
understand what she was groaning about.

Kathy’s hands had been bound behind her body, with a thick cord, much like the cord he 
had seen on his mother’s body.

Only the rest of what he had done to her was worse. There was a thick link chain that had 
been pierced through her nipple, on her left breast, and the chain had been pulled down to 
her cunt, and was piercing the lips very near the top.

Her clit was fully exposed, and he could see how wet her cunt looked.

His father had also taken some barbed wire (probably left over from the fence he had put 
around the vegetable patch outside, to keep out pesky animals) and had wrapped it around 
her breasts. Her left knee was raised, and Joe had seen the way his father had slid the barbed 
wire under that knee, in order to keep it up.

Kathy had a look of terror on her face, until she saw him. : “Untie me,” she said to him. 
“Untie me, Joe. You have to.”

He was too busy staring at her body. He hadn’t ever seen her naked before, and then, he 
was not only seeing her naked, but also, spread wide. The wetness that he could see dripping 
from her was making him hard in his pants.

Slowly, he pulled his zipper down and moved in front of her.

“You have to suck me first,” he said to her, and he-could see the way she was turning her 
head to the left and the right, to try and pull away.

Still, he grabbed her by the hair and thrust his cock into her mouth.

Even though she was an unwilling cocksucker, and she was not doing much to stimulate 
him, he could feel the way the blood was flowing through his dick. He started to pulsate in her
mouth, sooner than he ever would have thought At the same time, he was massaging one of 
her nipples, and he could feel the way that it was getting stiffen He tried to move the barbed 
wire so that it wasn’t cutting into her flesh, and he managed to do it, too. Then, she seemed to
be sucking him a bit more willingly, and he was happy about that. He could feel her tongue 
moving along the underside of his shaft.

A few seconds later, he was coming in her mouth.

She started to moan as he came, and she was swallowing the cream in her throat. He knew
it, because he was shooting out a lot, and she wasn’t letting a single drop of it get away from 
her. He loved that.

Kathy had continued to suck him for a long time, and he kept thrusting in and out of her 
mouth, to the point where he never lost his hard-on.

It was because he was still hard, and her cunt was spread for him, that he took her.

Fie opened the link that pierced her cunt lips, and pushed it out of the way. Then, he 
grabbed her by the legs and pulled her forward, until she was sliding down, and laying flat on 
her back. As he started to move on top of her, she pleaded with him.

“Don’t Joe. Don’t do this to rub. Just untie me. You won’t like yourself if you let yourself do
this thing to me. I’m telling you that you won’t.”’ He laughed as he thought about it. He could 
never understand why she had said that to him. After all, how could he not like her? How 
could he not like the very first fuck of his life, particularly when she was so hot looking.

He rubbed his cock over her cunt lips, until he could feel them pursing open and closed 
around his cock head.

Then, he started to enter her. He heard her let out a soft moan, and he could feel the way 
she was beginning to spasm around his shaft. He started to moan the second that happened, 
and he tried not to press his chest down on top of her, for he knew that he would cut himself 
and her with the barbed wire.

Joe would never forget how good that felt, and because it was feeling hotter than 
anything else he had ever felt in his life, he prolonged it.

Unlike what had happened in her mouth, each time he was starting to pulsate, to the point
where he thought he might be taking himself too far, he would slow down and wait for those 
pulsations to subside.

He moved his lips to his sister’s, but she wouldn’t suck on his tongue. For a time, she tried 
to move her head away from his mouth, but he managed to hold it steady, and even if she 
wasn’t kissing him back, he was still loving it, and feeling a great deal of heat emanating from 
her kisses.

She was crying the whole time that he was fucking her, and he couldn’t understand why. In
fact, he stopped, mid-thrust, to ask her.

“I just never thought that anything like this would happen to me. If you really cared about 
me, then you would untie me right away.”

“I do really care about you, Kathy,” he said. “But the thing is…”

He could feel her cunt spasming harder, and he loved the way it was feeling. She was 
coming, and there was no way that she could have denied that fact “If I untied you,” he went 
on, “then he would know, and I’d get it. This way I just hope that I’m bringing you enough 
pleasure to take away from the pain.”

“You are,” she said to him, and he felt great then.

He started to thrust in and out of her with a greater amount of passion behind what he 
was doing, and since he was aware of the way a woman worked then, with her clit almost like 
a cock, pulsing when it got aroused, he made sure to thrust upwards so that his cock was in 
constant contact with her clit.

She had been able to wrap her one free leg around his ass, and he liked the way it felt as it
was rubbing against his buttocks.

Then, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer.

He started to shoot his load into her, and she was moaning loud as she felt it. He noticed 
that she had closed her eyes, and that she was licking her lips. When his tongue touched hers 
that time, she started to suck him into her mouth.

Joe had come for a long time in her cunt, and had loved the feeling.

When he pulled out, he knew that he had things to do. First, he had run to the bathroom 
and had washed himself off. Then, he had run back into her room and had cleaned her out He
knew that he couldn’t leave his come inside of her, or else it might start to drip out, and then 
his father would know.

He lifted her back up, so that she was sitting against the wall, and it wasn’t until he started 
to clamp the link back against her cunt lips, that she started to plead with him, crying at the 
same time.

“Joe, you can’t leave me tied up like this,” she said to him. “You just can’t. He said that I’d 
be this way all day, and I couldn’t bear it. I just couldn’t”

“Kathy, you know that if I free you, he’s going to know what happened, and I’m going to 
get into trouble. I have to leave you the way he left you.”

And after she was tied again, and he looked at her, he had such pity for her. That was 
when he made the decision.

He moved behind her, and pushed her forward a little bit He looked at her arms, and the 
way the rope was keeping them bound. He saw that her fingers were close enough to the 
knot of the rope, where they might be able to work at it, and he thought that would be the 
perfect solution.

He started to open the knot a little bit, loosening it enough so that she would be able to 
do the rest Then, he leaned her back.

She smiled at him, for she could feel what he did.

“Now remember. I wasn’t here. I didn’t come back. I’m going over to Allan’s and I’m going 
to spend the day there. You can do what you want about freeing yourself.”

And he ran out of the house, and over to Allan’s. When he got there, he told Allan that he 
had been there for an hour already, and when Allan didn’t understand, Joe said that he was 
covering for something he had done, but didn’t say anything more.

Allan was never asked what time Joe had arrived at his house.

And when Joe returned to his own house, he could see that his parents were home, and 
his sister wasn’t. At first, he thought that his father might have really let her have it, but then, 
he learned that she had run away.

She had left a note saying as much, also talking about how she had gotten herself free.

She did return a few days later, and she was not punished again.

However, for the next few weeks, Joe sensed a great deal of hostility between his sister 
and his father, to the point where the girl never spoke to the man, except with a curt yes or 
no, in response to his questions.

Joe would never forget the day that his father died. He had died in his sleep, and Joe’s 
mother had come in to wake him up.

“Let me go tell Kathy,” Joe said to his mother. “You call the doctor, or the ambulance, or 
whoever you have to get in touch with.”

He had walked into her room. The reason, he knew, that he had volunteered to tell her, 
was because he was dying to see what her reaction would be.

“Daddy died last night,” he said, and he waited.

She never really laughed, although the sound that came out of her mouth was close 
enough to a laugh. She did start to smile however, and he remembered that he had smiled a 
little bit with her. At the funeral, their mother was the only one out of the three who actually 
shed a tear, while he and his sister tried to look sad.

Joe would never forget his father, because, although the man had never really tied him up,
the way he had tied up Kathy, he had hit him a lot.

And throughout the man’s life, he had always been telling his two children how they 
would never amount to anything, to the point where they both believed him. Joe liked to 
think that the reason his sister ended up marrying a man like her father was because of the 
low self-image he had inflicted upon her.

“Well fuck you, daddy,” Joe said then, as he stood in front of his apartment “I may be just a
doorman, but I’m making more money than you ever imagined.”





CHAPTER SIX


He would never forget the first woman who he did it to in that Central Park West building, 
possibly because she had been such a hot bitch, but even more so, because she was his very 
first trained woman.

And, like his first fuck with his sister, Joe would never forget Emily Levin. After all, he 
recollected, it’s hard to forget the first of anything, even your first hard-on, or the first time 
that you jerked yourself off.

Emily and Lou Levin had been living in the building when he first started to work there, 
and he had noticed that Emily was a sultry looking black-haired woman. Whenever she and 
her husband would go out, and Joe was on night duty, he would notice that Emily loved to 
wear slinky, clinging clothing.

Lou, on the other hand, dressed much more conservatively.

Joe knew that Lou was a banker, and one afternoon, when the brown-haired man had 
come home early, he started talking with Joe.

For the first time since the doorman had known this tenant, he felt like the man was 
treating him like some kind of an equal, and not an inferior.

“I don’t know what life’s all about,” the banker said, and Joe wanted to tell him, at first, 
that he should stuff it.

After all, what did he have to complain about? He had a good job, with short hours, a 
fantastic apartment (in front of the building so that it overlooked the park), and a 
sensationally beautiful wife. Joe even imagined, and was later to find out, that Emily Levin was 
a very hot, hot fuck.

“Do you think that I know what life’s all about?” Joe had asked the man, thinking that he 
would play along with the stupid game.

“You have it good,” Lou said to him. “You have it real good.”

“Oh, the best,” Joe’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “I stand here and wait for people to come
and go, open the door, hold out my hand, sometimes get money, and sometimes get shit. 
Then there’s hailing the cabs. That’s more fun than anything else.”

“But the people coming and going,” Lou said to him. ‘T want to know about that.”

“What about it?” Joe asked, and he was beginning to see what Lou was getting at.

“During the day, do people come and see my wife?”

“Sometimes yes, and sometimes no. I wouldn’t say that it happens regularly. It’s like all the 
other people in this building. Some get visitors, and some don’t, and…”

“I’m talking about men. Younger men,” Lou said.

The man was in his early forties, and his wife looked much younger than he was. Joe knew 
what was on the man’s mind even then, but in all honesty, he couldn’t help him. For one thing,
he was only on day duty certain days of the week. On other days, he might work at nights, and
sometimes when he worked, he took the back door, and not the front, so he couldn’t really 
say anything and be positive about it But it was quite obvious to Joe that Lou was jealous, and
he wanted to know more.

“What makes you think she’s seeing others?”

“I don’t even know if I should be telling you these things,” Lou said, but he went right on. 
“Her appetite is insatiable. I sometimes wonder if I ever should have married her, because I am
a lot older, and sometimes she just exhausts me. Even after I can’t get it up anymore, she still 
wants more.

“Last night, for instance, after I had come twice inside of her, she was still ready for more. F
just lay back, and then she sat on my face. Put it right on top of my mouth, and I had to keep 
eating her until she had come a few more times. I almost smothered underneath her, but 
there was nothing I could have done.”

“You could have bit her,” Joe said, and he could feel his dick getting hard in his pants as he
thought about the possibilities of licking Emily Levin’s clit “If I did that, then I’m sure she 
would have turned to others. I don’t know if she does, but I can imagine that it would start 
happening soon. I wish that there was some way that I could stop it I wish to Christ that there 
was.”

Joe’s only bondage scene, up until that point had been the one that had happened with 
his sister, which he hadn’t carried out himself, plus the one he had seen with his mother and 
father. He remembered the way the punishments would affect his mother. She was almost like
the perfect slave for his father.

Kathy had not fallen into that, with their father, but as Joe thought about his sister and her
husband, he kept thinking of how much Kathy obeyed that idiot.

Still, he didn’t make any suggestions, until Lou asked him if he had any idea what could be 
done about that problem.

“Sounds to me like the bitch could use some training,” Joe said. “Have you ever thought 
about anything like that?”

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t know how to go about it. I wouldn’t really know what to do. 
Look, Joe, I’m an old-fashioned man. I want a wife to cook and clean for me, and when I’m in 
the mood, I want to be able to fuck her. Emily is so modem, even when it comes to making it 
in bed. She usually ends up calling the shots.”

It would have lowered the man’s ego below ground level if Joe had told him that just by 
looking at the two of them, it was obvious to him who called the shots. She even dressed like 
she was out to kill, most of the time.

“She needs a firmer man who can put her in her place,” Joe said.

“You look like that kind of man,” Lou suddenly told him, and he smiled.

Joe was quite confused then, since he had never done anything with any of the wives in 
the building up until that point.

He had always felt that they would report him, and he would lose his job. But when Lou 
Levin mentioned it, Joe was sure that he would be able to pull something off, as long as he 
could get Lou’s permission in writing.

After all, there was always the possibility that the man might try to put one over on him, 
and Joe didn’t rule out the fact that Lou could have even suspected him as being one of his 
wife’s lovers, if she had any at all.

“I’ve been with a number of women,” Joe went on, “and none of them ever tell me what to 
do. I let them know who the boss is.”

“If you could do that with Emily, because I know that I can’t, then I would be so grateful to 
you, Joe. I really would.”

“I think it could be arranged. Now I hate to bring it up, but…”

“I’d be willing to pay you whatever you think it’s worth,” Lou said.

“That was my first point, and I think it would be worth about a thousand,” Joe told him, 
and he was happy when Lou nodded. “And my second point is this. I want you to sign a paper,
which no one will ever see except for you and me. I hold it. It’s just for precaution, in case 
you’re not all on the level.”

“Fine,” Lou said, and they started to make plans.

Joe told the man just what he thought he would need, and the next day, on his way home,
Lou dropped off the box with Joe. Joe took it home that night, and checked it out to make 
sure that everything was there.

It took about three weeks before the actual event took place, and during that time, Joe 
took the liberties of keeping track of all the people coming and going into the Levin 
apartment, even when he wasn’t on duty. He told the other doormen that he was doing 
something special for the husband, and gave them each twenty-five to keep their eyes and 
ears open, and to mark it down in a small book.

There were a few handsome younger men coming and going during those weeks, and Joe 
didn’t tell Lou anything about them, thinking that he would spare the man some extra grief. 
But he wanted to know, so he would be able to use it on her.

The day before he was going to do her, he had a talk with Lou.

“Here’s some sleeping pills that my mother used to take after my father died. They’re 
strong little mothers. Give her one tonight Tomorrow morning, be very quiet when you leave, 
so as not to disturb her. And after you leave, I go in there, and by tomorrow night, hopefully, 
she’ll be all yours.”

He could see how happy Lou was, and the man’s happiness made him happy, too. Of 
course, at the time, he never realized that this whole thing would blossom into a booming 
business, because Lou was friendly with a lot of men in the building, and word would 
eventually get around, so that all the frustrated husbands would be coming to him.

That next morning, after Lou had left, Joe snuck into the apartment Emily was sound 
asleep, and in the nude, and he wanted to fuck her then and there.

Of course, he waited. He knew that it would be better to get her ready, and then wake her 
up, because she would probably be so freaked out by the position she would find herself in, 
that she would be willing to listen.

He took the leather head-piece and put it around her head. The chain connected near the 
neck of the head-piece held a plastic ball in her mouth, and there was one more chain coming
out, so that he could hook her up to the pole.

He lifted her up, after the head-piece was in place, and heard her moan softly.

He carried her into the living room, sat her up, then placed the link chain near her nipples. 
He didn’t pierce them, but the links were hard and tight, and he knew that they were probably
doing a number on pinching them.

The last thing that he did before trying to wake her up was to cuff her hands together with
one thick, leather band. That way, he knew, she would be powerless to use her hands and try 
to fight back.

Joe had taken a step back then, and he had looked at his art work. He thought that Emily 
never looked more beautiful, and he thought so even more because she was his captive then, 
and he knew he could do anything that he wanted to do to her.

He had the leather whip hanging from his belt, and he decided that a firm, hard whipping 
would be the best way to wake her up.

He stood directly behind her and lashed the whip out. He could hear a sound, which 
seemed like a low groan, and he lashed the whip out again. Three times, the whip flew, before 
then started to open and close her eyes.

He couldn’t see that, but when she started to turn her head, he knew that she was up, and 
the look in her eyes was priceless.

Fear was running rampant throughout her body. It seemed to show in her stiff nipples, and
even more so, in her eyes, which he felt might just pop out of her head.

She tried to open her mouth to talk, but the chain holding in the red plastic ball was just 
too much for her, and she couldn’t say a thing.

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She did manage to make some moaning sounds, and then Joe spoke.

“Emily Levin, you are on trial for being a slut You married a very nice man, and he’s treated 
you well. Many women would give their left tit to be in your place, because the man is rich, 
and he cares about you.

“But do you care?” he screamed, and lashed the whip at her. “No. You don’t give a flying 
fuck. You ball your way around this place left and right, taking in men so that you can take in 
their dicks. You’re an insatiable slut, and you deserve Forty-second Street more than you 
deserve Lou Levin.”

He felt sensational when he said it, and then he moved closer to her.

He unhooked one of the chain links from her nipple, and started to massage it. He could 
feel the way it was so thick and stiff, and he loved it. It was even better when she started to 
moan, and her tits heaved up and down.

“Do you admit that you are guilty as charged?” he asked her.

At first, she didn’t move her head one way or the other, and he slid his hand down her flat 
white belly, and through her thick black pubic patch. His fingers worked their way into her slit, 
and he pinched her clit hard.

“I asked you a question, slut Are you guilty as charged. You can’t talk, but you can shake 
your head. Let me know one way or the other.”

And she started to shake her head yes, and he couldn’t have been happier.

Her cunt was starting to get wetter as he fingered her, because he was doing a very good 
job. He loved to finger a woman and feel the plush wetness building up around his probing 
fingers, and her cunt was getting hotter by the second.

His cock was so stiff in his pants, that he thought he might come in them.

And then, she started to rub her leg against his crotch. She had to have seen the bulge 
that he had, and she had to have wanted it.

He knew what he would do, in order to make her satisfy him, and in order that she would 
not waste her time with any other man but her husband after that encounter.

He rubbed his groin against her, and felt her pussy spasming more.

“You want this dick of mine, don’t you?” he asked her, and she started to nod her head yes.
“Well, this dick is very special. I’ve been told by many a cunt that it’s the best dick that they’ve 
ever come across, and I think it happens to be quite a sensational organ. How much do you 
want it though?”

He could see how confused she was, and he decided that he would let her see it.

He pulled his zipper down, then took his cock out of his pants. He was so proud of the way
it looked that day, and he could see a drop of come at the tip, which he rubbed against her 
leg, as the pleasures swelled through him.

“You want it bad, don’t you?” he asked her. “So bad that you’re creaming over the thought
of getting it into you, right?”

She was shaking her head yes then, frantically, and he couldn’t wait to give it to her. One 
thing that he kept thinking about, during the whole encounter, was the way she would come 
and go from the apartment building, and from then on, he would be able to think, each time 
he saw her, that he had had her.

It would be a guaranteed way of getting an instant erection each time.

Slowly, he moved his free hand to the chain near her mouth, and he opened it, then pulled
the ball out He could see how dry her mouth was, as she started to lick her lips with her long 
tongue, and he loved the way that looked.

She was making him hotter and hotter by the second.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked him, and later, he was to discover, that 
question would be the first one asked by most of the women.

“Because you are a slut, in a sense, and this is a respectable building. I’d hate for the other 
tenants to think that we have ourselves a whore here. Property value would go down, you 
know. Way down. Besides, you should be content with your husband.”

“He isn’t a good lay,” she said to him, as bluntly as possible.

He picked up the whip, which was resting near where she was sitting, and he lashed it out 
at her back, hard. Then he did it a second time.

“Did you ever tell him what to do to turn you on, you bitch?” he screamed at her.

He could see a tear forming in her eyes, and she started to shake her head.

“No, I never did. Why should I have to? A man should know how to turn on a woman.”

“Bullshit, you stupid cunt Every man, and every woman, gets turned on in a different way, 
and if you think that there’s one set solution, you’re dumber than I thought. For instance, you 
get turned on when I do this.”

He pinched her clit hard, and he could feel the way her cunt was spasming. He started to 
wiggle it while he was still pinching it, and he could hear the way that she was moaning louder
and louder. He had to laugh.

“Some women want it soft, but it does nothing to you.”

And to prove his point, he wiggled her clit more gently than he had before.

Nothing happened. She was as wet as she had been before, but the spasming had 
stopped completely, and she was no longer breathing as heavily as she had been.

“Do you understand what I’m getting at?” he asked her. “If you would tell him what you 
wanted, then maybe you would be satisfied, and not want so much.”

“I want you,” she said to him, and he noticed that during his whole speech, she had not 
taken her eyes off his cock, which was still bobbing up and down.

“I want you, too, but you’re only going to get me one way.”

“How?” she asked. “I’ve wanted you for the longest time, and never thought that you 
noticed me. How can I get you?”

“You have to promise that you’ll always be faithful to him afterwards.”

“But after having you once, I know that I’ll want you more,” she said.

“That’s the price you have to pay, you greedy bitch,” he told her. “If I find out that you’re 
seeing anyone after me, other than your husband, I’ll beat your fucking face in so that no one 
will ever want to sleep with you again. Even Lou. Is it a deal?”

His cock was rubbing against her thigh for the longest time, and he knew how much he 
wanted her. She started to shake her head yes.

When she did that, he unhooked all the chains near her nipples, and the chain that was 
connected to the pole and the leather head-piece she had on.

Then, Joe Kenny stood up in front of her, and started to rub his cock against her bps. Her 
wrists were still bound together, but her hands were in front of her body. She moved her 
hands to his balls, and held them, then opened her mouth and started to let him ram his cock 
deep into her throat.

And ram he did. He thrust into her mouth so hard that he could feel the way his balls 
slapped against her chin, and he held himself in the back of her throat until he could hear the 
way that she was gagging, and even see some saliva dripping out of the side of her mouth 
and right down her chin.

Only then did he pull back and let her breathe a bit He started to fuck her face like a 
maniac, and in some ways, he felt like one. He had been dying to fuck that bitch since his first 
day on the job, when he had seen her, and she was to be the first tenant he would have.

He rubbed her nipples, hard, sometimes pinching them and pulling on them, and the 
sweat building up on her body was a sure sign that she was loving it.

He managed to lean down a bit, still keeping his throbbing dick in her mouth, and he slid 
his fingers into her cunt, and pinched her clit.

She was swelling even more around his fingers, and he soon felt a hot creamy load 
dripping out of her. He loved the way that was feeling.

She started to thrust her cunt up and down against his fingers, as a matter of fact, and 
soon, he thought that the whole room was smelling of cunt. It was one of the best fragrances 
in the world for him, and he could feel himself throbbing harder.

He stood up and held onto the leather head-piece as he started to come in her mouth, 
and the suction she provided for the orgasm was beyond belief. Her tongue flicked back and 
forth over his shooting piss slit, at the same time that her mouth was sucking the come right 
out of his balls, or so it seemed that way.

He started to curse at her while he was coming, calling her a greedy cunt and a stupid 
whorish bitch, and she was loving that, too.

Joe was happy when she kept sucking him, even after he had come in her mouth, because 
that kept him nice and hard, so he could fuck her as soon as he pulled out.

He pulled her off the seat where he had placed her, and threw her on the floor, on her 
back. He moved between her legs, pushing his pants down all the way then, so that he 
wouldn’t get any of her come staining the front of his trousers.

Then, he pounded his way into her. It was the first time that he had ever fucked a woman 
as hard as he fucked her.

He could feel the way his groin was slapping against her thighs each time that he thrust 
his way in, and he could hear her letting out long, loud moans, too. When she started to 
come, he was amazed. He hadn’t been in her for more than twenty seconds, or so it seemed, 
and because he had just come, he was able to keep thrusting like a mad man, and not have to
worry about coming right away.

Her whole body was a mass of sweat, and her feet were doing a nice rubbing number on 
his buttocks, making his whole body feel more sensitive.

“Now I want to hear you swear,” he moaned, as he rammed his way in. “Swear that you’ll 
be faithful to him from now on. Swear that if you’re not, you’ll understand why I come up here
and punch your fucking face in. Swear it, bitch.”

“I swear,” she said, “I’ll tell him how to do it. I’ll tell him how to do it and when he learns to 
do it right, I won’t need anyone else.”

He couldn’t have been more proud of himself than he had been at that very moment. He 
was so proud, in fact, that his cock started to pulsate hard inside of her cunt, and he tried to 
keep from coming. But he couldn’t help himself, and was just happy because he heard how 
loud she moaned when he came.

Most times, when he would come, he would ram himself in and hold himself in deep while 
the come shot out, but with Emily Levin, he had kept up his hard thrusting, because he could 
feel her on the verge of another one.

When she started to come again, she opened her mouth and let out a long, steady moan, 
so sensational, that Joe’s cock kept twitching inside of her for the longest time.

After he was finished, he decided to keep her tied for a few more hours.

He left the apartment, and returned later. Before he untied her, he asked her to repeat her 
promise, which she did.

Later that evening, when Lou Levin returned home, Joe told him exactly what had 
happened, and Lou didn’t seem to mind hearing that the doorman had fucked his wife.

If anything, he was grateful, and Joe would never forget what the man said.

“I didn’t realize that she wanted it so hard.

I just didn’t know.”

And although Joe never told Lou what he thought then, he was thinking that the man had 
to be something of an asshole. After all, he and Emily had been married at least four years up 
until that point, and he wondered how the fuck a man could be married to a woman that long
and not know what turned her on?

Wouldn’t he try to find out when he sensed that she wasn’t coming?

He didn’t think about it too much after that, and each time they went out together, they 
did look much happier, and just for hailing a taxi, he would get a five dollar tip.

Lou paid him the thousand that they had agreed. on, and within two weeks, more of the 
husbands were coming to talk with Joe.

Obviously, Lou had recommended him highly.





CHAPTER SEVEN


Mr. Reynolds was so happy about his divorce from his wife Helen, all of which came up a few 
months after Joe had taken the pictures, that he, Mr. Whiting, and a few of the other male 
tenants, all went out drinking.

Of course, Joe was the first man he invited, and Joe couldn’t have been more flattered. The
man was quite happy with his work, and had given him an extra thousand dollars as a bonus 
for what he had done.

“All the judge had to do was see the pictures that you’d taken, and he knew what a dyke 
Helen was. I don’t know what she and her sister are doing now, but they must have gone back
to live with their mother.

“She called me the other day, asking what had happened, and I told her to just look in her 
daughters’ bedrooms one night, just to see who was sleeping with who. That really shocked 
the shit out of the old lady. I thought she was going to have a heart attack on the other end of
the phone, but I hung up before it could happen.”

They all laughed, and Joe was feeling so high, that he ordered another drink.

“How did it all happen?” Dan Lawson asked then.

Joe had just gotten to know Mr. Lawson recently, since he had moved into the building. 
There had been a lot of talk about the man moving in, because he was a plumber, and some 
of the tenants obviously thought that it was too low of a job for a man in their building to 
have. Of course, they didn’t realize that in being a plumber, he was making more money than 
most of them were.

After all, the price of hiring a plumber in this day and age was skyrocketing.

At first, it looked like Mr. Reynolds was about to tell Dan just what Joe had done, but then 
he decided to let Joe speak for himself, if he wanted to.

“Why not?” the doorman asked, feeling quite modest, but also, rather proud of the many 
things he had accomplished for himself.

He had more money than he knew what to do with, not only because of the large 
payments he had been getting from the tenants for his “special” work, but even more so, 
because none of them ever forgot what he did.

Reynolds and Whiting both overtipped him all the time, and because most of the tenants 
he had served also would give him large tips, he was taking home over three hundred extra 
dollars a week in tips.

All that money was tax-free, too, and he was seriously thinking of investing it in some kind 
of property, but wasn’t definitely sure.

As he started to talk to Lawson, he recalled one incident that had happened, a few weeks 
back, and he thought that it was quite appropriate, since the man was a plumber, and since 
Joe had used all kinds of plumber’s devices to train that bitch back then.

Her name was Mary Rose, and her fiance, Jack, had already rented an apartment for the 
two of them in the building.

Joe had only met Mary once before talking with Jack, and his opinion of her had been 
quite low. She seemed so classless, in a building where most of the women had class, and he 
didn’t really want her there.

She was a nice enough looking redhead, with large tits, and a shaved pussy patch, but of 
course, he wasn’t to find that out until much later, when he would have her trapped in various 
vises, so she could be his slave.

The day that Jack came to see the apartment alone, and then started to leave, he stopped 
to talk with Joe at the front door.

“So, when are you planning to get married?” he asked the man.

“I don’t know, but the further away the date is, the better.”

“What do you mean?” Joe asked. He had thought that Jack would be happy with that 
broad, and was starting to feel happy about learning otherwise.

“I mean that I’m not really sure if I want to marry her.”

“Then don’t,” Joe said. “It’s as easy as that. Just don’t.”

“You don’t understand. I have to marry her. She comes from a very religious family and 
they found out that she and I were messing around. We were even living together, and now, 
to save face, she has to marry me.”

“You’re talking about a shotgun kind of wedding, and that went out with the end of the 
wild West, when shotguns went out, too.”

“I know. But I’m sort of old-fashioned myself, and…”

“Has she ever been with any other man besides you?” Joe asked him, and smiled.

“I don’t know. She wouldn’t tell me. She likes to make me think that I’m the only one, 
although, she didn’t seem to be a virgin when I first had her.”

“I think that I might be able to help you,” Joe said to him. “I’ve helped many of the tenants 
in this building, and they’re all a hell of a lot happier for it. At least the men are. Some of the 
women have suffered for it, but fuck them. Know what I mean?”

Jack had started to smile then, and it was the first time that Joe had ever seen the man 
smiling. He liked the look on his face.

“Just send her up later this evening,” Joe told him. “Make up some excuse to send her.”

“And then what?” Jack asked him. “I don’t get it.”

“You will, when you sign this paper. If she ends up leaving by the end of the night, without 
ever seeing you again, just splitting and leaving town, then you have to agree to pay me three
thousand dollars.”

“I will,” Jack said. “Three thousand would be getting off easy.”

Joe had started to laugh, and later that night, he got things set up.

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He was inside of the empty apartment when he heard her putting the key in the door, and 
as soon as she was in, he grabbed her.

He had chloroformed a rag as soon as he heard the door opening, and then he placed the 
rag over her face and knocked her right out.

Joe couldn’t wait to strip her, and as soon as she was naked, he noticed her thick red 
nipples, and the fact that she had no cunt patch. She must have had to shave herself everyday,
because there was not a single stubble there.

He tied her up but good, binding a rope around one wrist and pulling her arm up behind 
her head, then tying the end of the rope behind her.

He placed her other arm in a vise that was there, and tightened it.

The only reason he had used the vise was because he had decided on working Mary over 
at the last minute, and had gone down to the cellar to check and see what they had that he 
could use. When he would have more time to plan these things out, he would pick out 
equipment from the large selection that he had at home.

All he had found in the basement were a few vises, and he saved another one to use on 
her later. Then, he pulled his own clothes off, and started to rub his hard cock against her 
naked pussy lips.

He could feel how wet she was getting, and that made him realize she was something of a 
hot-to-trot bitch, who could get wet at the very slightest touch.

He felt even more sensational when he heard her starting to moan.

“Oh, David, that feels so good,” she was saying, just coming out of her trance-like state, 
which the chloroform had put her in.

Joe had loved hearing that more than anything else, for it let him know that this so called 
religious girl had fucked around with a lot more people than she claimed to. Jack was not the 
only man she had fucked, and the only reason she probably wanted to marry him, out of all 
the others, was because he was rich.

Somehow, Joe had managed to get his dick into her, and when she opened her eyes, she 
started to scream. He slapped her across the face.

“This is rape,” she managed to scream again, and he laughed.

“No, bitch, this is truth. I happen to be a friend of your fiance’s. What I’d like to know is 
who the fuck is David?”

She looked so shocked when he said that to her, and he knew that he had hit upon a real 
sensitive nerve. He pulled out of her then, and when she let out a soft moan, he started to 
realize something else. She was a cock-hungry bitch.

Joe reached for the other vise and moved it to her left breast. When the thing was open as
wide as it could be, he started to place it around her tit flesh, and then, he turned it slowly, 
making it tighter and tighter.

Tears had started to flow from Mary’s eyes, and the sight of them had made his cock throb
more. He rubbed it against her ass, then moved his mouth to her ear and started to whisper, 
almost lovingly, but still, with some hatred.

“Jack and I are good friends, and I always look out for the welfare of my good friends. I 
suspect that you’re not going to be good for him. I suspect that you like to fuck around too 
much, as most whores tend to do.”

“How dare you call me a whore?” she asked, and he made the vise a little tighter, so that 
she let out a loud scream again.

“One more time,” he warned her, “and I might decide to slit your throat” He moved his 
hand to her neck, and squeezed, just to let her think that he wasn’t kidding around. He did 
know that there was not a knife to be found in the apartment, and even if there had been, he 
wouldn’t have used it.

He was not a murderer. He just cared about people, when they cared enough to shower 
him with money for deeds carried out He started to rub his cock against her asshole, 
spreading her cheeks.

When he felt her backing up against him, just the slightest bit, he started to think back to 
his conversation with her intended groom.

Joe had wanted specific details on what they did together, for after he had helped Lou 
Levin with his wife Emily, he had decided that it was much easier to approach one of these 
things, knowing what the people involved did with each other.

“Oral sex,” Jack had said to him. “I like to go down on her, and she likes to go down on 
me. And of course, fucking, for sure.”

“Cunt or ass?” Joe had asked, and he had seen how surprised the man was to be asked a 
question like that. Even before he answered, just from the look on his face, Joe knew what 
Jack was going to say.

“Ass? God, no. The thought of fucking an ass can’t even get me hard.”

“Well what about the bitch? Has she ever asked you to do it?”

“No. But once she talked about a friend of here who had gotten ass fucked, and she had 
mentioned something about never wanting to let a man do that to her.”

As she was rubbing her firm buttocks against Joe’s cock that night, Joe was sure that this 
broad had to have lied. No bitch would rub her ass against a man’s cock, to the point where 
the cock was moving between her cheeks, unless she wanted one up her ass. And she would 
not do it, still, unless she had felt one there before, and knew how good it might feel for her.

After all, ass fucking could have been painful. And since Mary Rose was tied up, so that Joe
could have used her any way he wanted to, it could have been even more painful for her. But 
still, she wanted it.

“Have you ever felt it this way before?” he whispered in her ear, and he even flicked his 
tongue out against it, so that she moaned softly.

He slid his other hand down around to her hairless pussy mound, and he started to stroke 
her cunt lips gently. He could feel the way that they were getting wetter, and he slid his fingers
into her, and played with her stiff clit.

“Have you ever felt it this way before?” he asked her again.

He could feel the way she was struggling a bit, not at all to pull away from him, but 
consciously, as if she didn’t know what to say to him.

He moved his hand up to his mouth and spit onto it, then started to rub some of the wet 
saliva against her buttocks, and between the crack.

He managed to get her wet enough so that he could slide one finger inside of her, and 
from the way she was moaning, he didn’t even have to ask again.

“Who fucked your ass?” he asked her again. “Who fucked this luscious juicy ass of yours. I 
have to know before I enter.”

He started to massage her tits then, and he could feel how stiff her nipples were getting, 
even the one on the tit that was vised up.

He remembered something else that Jack had said. It concerned the tender way in which 
they made love, and how much she got off on it He was being hard with her, and she was 
getting off. That meant something. Most likely, he kept thinking, she had been with someone 
who treated her hard, and she had gotten off on it. That still could have meant she got off on 
soft, loving sex, too.

He started to enter her asshole with his thick cock then.

She was well enough lubed so that he could slide in easily, and he loved the way she 
managed to tighten her ass muscles around him. She was making them open and close so 
that her ass felt like it was spasming.

“This is nice, right?” he asked her, but she still wouldn’t talk.

So he continued to fuck her, and he started to finger her at the same time. It was a 
combination that had never failed with ass-fucking lovers, he knew, because he loved to fuck, 
for one thing, and he loved to finger, too.

Her cunt had started to spasm around his fingers, and he was pressing them against her 
elastic-like cunt walls, as well as against her clit.

She kept trying to back up against him, each time that he was pulling his cock back during
his thrusting, and he thought it felt great. But he still had to find out for sure who had been 
the one to first ass-fuck her.

He knew that it couldn’t be her fiance. He said he couldn’t get it up for an ass.

When she first started to come, he could feel the way her knees were buckling, and he had
to support her to keep her standing up.

He drove his fingers deeper into her cunt in order to do so.

Then, she started to moan louder than ever, as if one orgasm was taking over for another 
one that had not yet subsided, and Joe thought that the time was right again.

“Was it David?” he asked her. “Did David fuck your ass?”

“How did you know about David?” she started to say, and he could tell that she was 
choking back tears. There was also a great deal of fear in her voice, and fear was one way to 
easily break through a woman’s defenses.

“You told me a bit about David,” he said, lying to her. “You mentioned his name many 
times when you were in a semi-conscious state.”

He started to thrust again at a steady rate, loving the way his cock felt when it was as deep
inside of her asshole as it could be. For only then were her warm buttocks rubbing right up 
against his cock and balls, and he could even feel the way his balls were buried in part of her 
ass crack.

“What did I tell you about David?” she said to him then. “What did I say?”

“Oh, that he fucked your ass,” Joe said, taking a wild guess. “And a few other things. In 
fact, I seem to know it all.”

She almost had a mental breakdown on him then, and he was glad that it hadn’t gone as 
far as a complete one, because then she would have been a problem.

“I didn’t want it then,” she started to say, and he continued thrusting. “I didn’t want it ever,
but he forced me to take it, and there was nothing that I could do. I had to learn how to love 
it. And I did learn how to love it.”

“You seem to love it,” he said, for he could not only feel the way her body was sweating a 
great deal, but also, the way she kept controlling those ass muscles around his cock. That 
control was driving him wild, and he would have to slow down every so often, because he just 
couldn’t take it.

“I do love it now,” she said. “I wouldn’t tell Jack. He could never do it to me. But I didn’t 
want to learn to love it. I had to.”

“Why?” he asked her. “Why didn’t you just leave David when you had the chance to? It 
would have been so much easier.”

“I wanted to,” she said, and he heard a pleading tone in her voice. ‘I wanted to leave him 
but I just couldn’t at the time.”

“If you didn’t want him you could have left. Don’t hand me any of that shit telling me that 
you had to stay. No one has to stay anywhere.”

“I did. He was my mother’s second husband. I was still young.”

She started to cry even louder when she told him that, and Joe was beginning to put all 
the pieces together. No wonder her bitch of a mother wanted Jack to marry her, and was 
claiming that Jack was the only one who had ever been with her.

Her mother had to have known that her second husband was ass fucking her daughter.

Perhaps she could have still been religious, and hated it, but she was lying to Jack about it,
and, in a sense, laying a guilt trip on the man, so that he would marry the girl. Now that Joe 
knew all this, he was going to tell Jack all of it.

He started to fuck her ass even harder then, and he could hear the way that she was 
moaning as he did it He knew that he would be coming inside of her very soon, and when he 
started to, her pussy began to come all over again.

After he pulled out of her, he moved in front of her and slid down on his knees. He started
to lick her cunt, sucking out all the cream that was there, and in doing so, he made her come a
second time.

“You won’t tell Jack about any of this, will you?” she asked him.

“I’m sorry, but I have to tell him. As I said to you, he’s my best friend, and I have to look 
out for him. If he still wants you, then that’s fine.”’ Of course, Joe knew that Jack didn’t want 
Mary Rose anymore, but he didn’t want to let her know that. She was already on the verge of 
some kind of a breakdown, and he didn’t want to take her all the way over the edge.

And so, he untied her and let her go, and never saw her again.

“What happened?” Dan Lawson wanted to know. “What happened with the two of them.”

Joe ordered another drink from the waiter, because he felt like it, and he wasn’t paying. 
Besides, he wanted to keep Dan hanging on. Since Dan seemed to be making a bundle, or at 
least enough money to be able to afford the kind of lifestyle he was going to soon be living in,
Joe knew he could take him for a lot.

But he also knew that he had to sell himself to the man.

After the drinks were placed down, Joe sipped his, then spoke.

“To be honest with you, I don’t really know what happened,” he said. “I do know this much.
Jack came to talk with me the next day. He had gone to see Mary, where she was living with 
her roommate, and Mary had left a note, telling him that she just couldn’t marry him. Jack 
wanted to know why, and I told him everything.

“Maybe he felt pity for her after all, since she had been raped by her step-father, because 
he never did move into the building.

“I heard that he probably went off looking for her. I think that she ended up going to the 
West Coast, and he probably went to find her. If he did, at least he knew what he was getting 
himself in for.”

Dan seemed really happy to hear that story from Joe, and then, Mr. Reynolds continued to 
talk about Joe and the things that he did.

He told Dan a lot about his wife and sister-in-law, and how they had been closet lesbians. 
Dan mentioned something about wanting to see them in action, because two women licking 
each other out always turned him on.

They all laughed about that, and in the end, half of them thought it was a turn-on 
watching dykes, and the other half thought that it was pretty disgusting, including the two 
husbands who had married the lesbian sisters.

“And just what is your problem?” Joe asked Dan. “You seem so concerned with the kind of 
work that I do. What do you want done?”

“I’m living with Gale right now in the apartment You’ve seen her, right?”

“Of course,” Joe said, and he thought about her.

Gale was your typical dumb blonde, he thought, and she still had trouble adjusting to 
living in such a high class building. In some ways, she reminded him a bit of Mary Rose, 
mainly, the kind of person you didn’t want to live in your building.

Gale was always coming on to Joe, winking at him, and sometimes rubbing her ass against
him, as she walked out of the building. He hated it each time that she did it, because it was 
quite obvious to anyone passing by, and made her look cheap, as well as him feeling kind of 
cheap. In short, she was the kind of girl that he knew he wouldn’t mind abusing, and possibly 
driving out.

“We started to live together with the understanding that it was as far as we were going to 
go,” Dan continued. “I don’t want to get married. Why the fuck should I, when I can enjoy the 
girl as much without having that legal paper?”

“Agreed,” Mr. Whiting said, and he knew enough about marriage by that time. He had 
vowed, after dumping his lesbian wife, never to marry again.

“Well, now that bitch is bugging my ass, telling me that she wants to get married.”

“Kick her out,” one of the men said, and they all laughed. “In fact, kick her down one floor, 
and let me have her first.”

Dan reached for the man’s collar and looked fierce, like he was going to attack.

“You don’t seem to understand, asshole. I still want her, but I’m not planning on marrying 
her. And yet, every so often, I feel like the cunt is going to break my will. Almost like one day, 
she’s going to get her way. I sometimes get the feeling that while I’m sleeping, she sits over 
me, whispering it in my ear.”

“A conniving cunt if ever I heard of one,” Joe said. “So what you want me to do, basically, 
is let her know where her place is.”

“Right,” Dan said to him. “Let her know just where it is. That would be perfect for her. I 
could pay you quite a bit.”

“I would expect you to,” Joe said to him, and he started to smile.

For he kept thinking of just where her place would be, and it seemed perfect for her, now 
only because of her low social status, but even more so, because the man that she was living 
with was a plumber.

Her place was going to be in the basement, near the pipes, as low down in the building as 
one could possibly get herself into…





CHAPTER EIGHT


It was easier than Joe ever would have imagined to get Gale into the basement, mainly 
because she was hot for him.

It happened the next afternoon. The money matter had all been settled. Dan was to pay 
Joe one thousand dollars up front, which the doorman had in his pocket, and another two 
thousand three weeks later, when he would be sure that Joe’s work had succeeded.

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Joe liked those arrangements, and the next when Gale started to walk out, she rubbed her 
ass against Joe’s crotch again.

Joe had been thinking about Emily Levin, who had just left the building a few minutes 
earlier, and because of the pleasant thoughts she brought to mind, he could feel the way his 
cock had stiffened in his pants.

Gale had to have felt it, and Joe was more obvious than ever.

Usually, when she rubbed against him, he would try and pull back a little bit, because he 
didn’t want to lead her on. That day, he did.

He pressed his cock against her ass, and she moaned softly.

“What time do you get off?” she asked him. “I’d love to know.”

“I could take time right now. Lyle’s over there, and I could ask him to replace me. How 
would you like that, you hot bitch?”

“I’d love it,” she said. “Why don’t you come up to my place?”

“I have a better idea. I’d hate for Dan to find any evidence up in your place, so why don’t 
you come down to my place, baby?”

“Where?” she asked him, and she was licking her lips seductively.

“Just follow me,” he said, and he motioned to Lyle to come relieve him.

Of course, Lyle was there because Joe had given him fifty dollars to be there, and the black
man smiled. He had some idea about what the doorman was going to do, but wasn’t all that 
sure. No one ever was.

Joe stepped into the elevator, and then pressed the button leading to the basement. The 
whole time, Gale was rubbing her hand over the bulge in his pants, and he could feel himself 
throbbing a little bit.

He moved his lips to hers and kissed her gently.

Then, the door opened, and she looked around. She obviously didn’t seem to like what 
she saw, but he pushed her out, and she fell on her hands and knees.

By the time she turned around, he had already grabbed the whip off the wall. He had set it
up there early that morning, and as she opened her mouth, with intentions of screaming, Joe 
lashed the whip out at her.

“Make one sound and I’ll hit you harder,” he said to her.

She did scream, and he grabbed her by her long blonde hair. Then, he pulled her to her 
feet and slapped her across the face.

He ripped at the front of her blouse, tearing it open. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and really 
didn’t have to since her tits were not all that large. They were firm, however, and her pink 
nipples were hot looking.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she started to cry, and he was hearing that question 
again. That time, he had an answer for her.

“You wanted me bitch, and this is my way. You probably never thought that all of us men 
have our own way of going about things. This is mine.”

He was holding one arm up behind her body, and he was pushing hard. He knew that he 
was hurting her, and she was groaning in pain.

He ripped at her skirt, then her panties, and he had to laugh.

“Shaved pussies are all the rage,” he said, because during his time at the building, he had 
run across quite a number.

He started to wonder if exclusively rich women all shaved their cunts for some reason or 
other. Maybe they loved the look of their naked cunt lips.

He pushed her back near the pipes, where some of the rope was already set up.

He started to tie her fast, wrapping some rope around her waist, and then around her right
and left arms. He tied that tight, and once it was finished, she started to kick her legs out at 
him.

He moved and grabbed another piece of rope, then started to wrap it around her knee. He
knew that he had tied her to the steam pipe, and he walked over and turned on the steam, 
even though it was still late summer outside.’ Joe was sure that the few people still home in 
their apartments, would just think that something strange was happening, with heat coming 
up and all, but he knew that he wouldn’t keep it on for too long.

Joe just wanted her to feel it, and that was really all. And he knew that she was feeling it as
the pipes started to get hotter.

“Shit, this is burning me.” she said to him. “Shut it off, please.”

“Let yourself burn, you hot cunt,” he said, and he reached for a piece of rope and moved it
between her legs. It was a thick cord, and he started to pull it up so that it was cutting into her
cunt and between her buttocks.

He started to pull the rope back and forth, much the same way that he would work dental 
floss through his teeth, and he knew that it was burning at her cunt, probably even more than 
the heat from the pipes were burning her flesh.

“You love it, don’t you baby?” he started to ask her. “You love to feel this fire through your 
body, don’t you? You’ve always been a hot cunt, rubbing yourself against me, and now you’ve 
got me.”

“I don’t want you,” she screamed at him. “I don’t want you.”

“Well isn’t that just tough shit?” he screamed at her, and he slapped her across the face as 
hard as he possibly could.

He could see something happening down between her legs. It looked like her cunt lips 
were starting to get wet, and he liked the way that it looked. Slowly, he stopped moving the 
rope, then moved his fingers to her pussy.

He could feel how sticky she was inside, and he wiggled her clit back and forth a few times,
then pinched it. She seemed to be the kind who liked it hard, he could tell, for she was soon 
moaning steadily.

Not only that, he was happy to see, but she was also thrusting her cunt back and forth 
against his fingers. In doing so, she was pressing her ass against the heated pipes, each time 
that she moved back.

So she was loving it, he could tell. She was loving the way that it felt He wanted to taste 
her. The basement was beginning to smell like her hot cunt, and that just drew him closer and 
closer to the source of the odor. He slid down on his knees and started to lick her cunt lips, 
pressing his tongue between them as firmly as he could, so that he was touching her clit.

He moved his hands up to her nipples and plucked at them. He could feel how stiff they 
were becoming, and he heard her moaning louder.

“Yeah, eat that cunt of mine,” she said to him. “Keep eating it and make me come over and
over again. Like that. Yeah. I love how it feels.

He knew that she had to be, because she was juicing up more and more. He sucked at her 
as hard as he could, and tasted a nice mouthful of juices.

Joe’s cock was nice and hard then, and he wanted it in her mouth.

He stood up and reached behind her head, pulling her forward. The rope had to be cutting
into her belly even more, but he didn’t care.

“Open my zipper with your teeth, pig,” he said to her, and when she didn’t, he pushed her 
back and held her there.

He could actually hear the sound of the pipes and the steam, and he was sure that her 
buttocks were getting burned nicely. He let her move forward a little bit, so that her ass was 
no longer pressing right against the pipes.

Then, he pulled his cock out of his pants.

“But this is what you get because you didn’t do it,” he said, and he held his shaft at the 
base, and started to smack her across the face.

“Don’t,” she begged him, with tears welling up in her eyes.

“You wanted this dick, you bitch,” he said to her. “You wanted it, and you’re going to get it 
the way that I want to give it.”

He continued to smack her across the face, and he could see red marks that his cock was 
leaving on her checks, as well as marks on her nose. He waited the longest time before he 
stopped hitting her, then just held his hard-on in front of her mouth.

Gale seemed really hungry for his cock. She started to try and flick her tongue out over the
head, and as much as he wanted it in her throat, he wanted her to beg for it more than ever. 
He pulled back so that her tongue just missed him.

He kept that up for a while, too. Sometimes, when she wasn’t ready, he would nab his cock
head over her lips, and he would hear the way she was moaning. Then, he would take a step 
back when she was just about ready to open her mouth and suck him, and he would start to 
laugh.

“Can’t keep the cock in your mouth, can you?” he said to her.

“Give it to me. Let me suck it,” she begged him. “I’ll make sure that you come harder than 
you’ve ever come in your life.”

“And what if you don’t?” he asked her. “What if you don’t do that?”

“You can do anything that you want to me,” she said to him.

“That’s the kind of deal I can’t refuse,” he told her. “And I’ll see to it that I do anything that 
I want, and you take it all.”

He thrust his cock into her mouth then, and held himself in deep. He could hear the way 
that she was gagging around his shaft, and because she was, he could feel how much he was 
pulsating in her mouth. But he pulled back again, and just by holding onto her head, started a
nice, fast thrusting rate.

He drove himself in and out of her mouth, slapping his balls against her chin.

There was a moment when he thrust in deep, and started to try and shove his balls into 
her mouth at the same time. He could really hear her choking then, but he still managed to 
get one ball in her mouth, before giving up.

As he fucked her, he slid his hand down to her hairless cunt She was getting wetter and 
wetter inside, and the more he wiggled her stiff clit, the harder she was coming. She started to
flick her tongue along the underside of his cock, and Joe could feel himself on the verge of 
shooting.

He pushed himself in the back of her throat to shoot out his first load, even though he 
knew that she would probably hate it there.

She started to gag on his come, and he loved it. He thrust in and out then, giving her a 
chance to swallow what he had first shot off, while the rest of his load was starting to shoot 
onto her tongue.

Joe was surprised when Gale didn’t swallow the rest of his come. Instead, while still trying 
to clear her throat of the first choking load, she was letting the rest drip out of her mouth, and
he knew that he had her.

For he knew that he would have had to lie a little bit. He hadn’t actually come like he’d 
never come before, but the orgasm had still been a powerful one. He had been able to fuck 
her face just like he wanted to do it.

But, because she hadn’t swallowed his come, he was going to get her.

He pulled his cock all the way out of her mouth then, and started to slap her across the 
face again. He was only semi-hard, and he knew that he wasn’t hurting her as much as he 
could with a full boner. But she seemed to understand, because of the slaps, that he was very 
mad at her, and when he pulled at her nipple, she knew for sure.

“You think that was the best blow job I ever had?” he asked her, with such a sarcastic tone 
in his voice, that she had to know it wasn’t.

“I did my best. Actually, you were doing it all,” she claimed. “You were thrusting the way 
that you wanted to. How could it not be bad?”

“You didn’t swallow my come, and that makes it suck. Do you know how bad it is for a man
when he sees the woman spitting out his come?”

“It wasn’t my fault,” she said to him. “You came in the back of my throat, and I just couldn’t
swallow it all. I just didn’t have the energy. I was still gagging on the first load that I’d taken 
in.”

“I don’t give flying fuck,” he screamed, and he slapped her.

Then, he picked up the whip and started to lash it out at her.

Ever since he had been using whips, which was now a number of years, he had developed 
a certain skill with it. He knew just how far to stand back, and his aim was perfect. The first lash
hit her right on the nipple, and he could see how red the pink nipple started to get the second
that he hit it.

The second lash hit her on the other nipple, and since he was aiming in that direction, he 
was more than happy to have hit it.

He started on her belly then, leaving one red lash mark after another.

“No,” she kept screaming. “You can’t do this to me, Joe. You just can’t do this to me.

You can’t treat me like I’m a piece of shit”

“You are,” he said to her, and he saw how much that upset her. “You are a piece of shit 
Here you are living in this building with a nice man, and all you can think about is getting the 
doorman to fuck you. Don’t you get enough with him?”

“Dan’s good to me,” she started to cry out. “He’s really good to me.”

“So good that you want him to marry you, right?” he asked.

“Yes. We’ve been living together for years now. Why won’t he marry me? He should. We 
love each other as much as any man and wife.”

“Then that should be enough for you,” he said to her. “Unless…”

There was a long pause, and he stopped whipping her for a second. He could see how the 
silence was beginning to unnerve her.

“Unless what?” she screamed at him. “What were you going to say?”

“Unless you know that you just want to many him so that you’ll have the paper. That way, 
if anything goes wrong, you can get money from him. Alimony. When you’re living together 
you can’t do that.”

“And why shouldn’t I want that?” she asked him. “If we break up, I deserve to get 
something from him. I deserve it.”

“Bullshit,” he said, and he was so mad at .nose women who liked to live off their rich men, 
that he took it out on her.

He whipped her so hard, that her belly started to bleed. She looked like she was going to 
faint, and he didn’t want that to happen.

He walked over and grabbed her by the hair, then pulled her head back.

“Don’t you think you get enough from him without having to take more?” he asked. “You 
don’t do a fucking thing but sit around in the apartment all day. He goes out and earns the 
money. He’s keeping you, like you’re some high class whore, when all you are is some cheap 
slut who’s hit it good.

“You deserve shit in your face when you leave him.”

She spit at him then. Only one other woman had ever done that to him, and he did the 
same thing to Gale that he had done to the other one. He slapped her across the face about 
five times, in repeated succession, until she was almost out of breath. Then, he jammed his 
fingers up her cunt and squeezed harder than ever.

“You’re never going to get him to marry you now,” he said to her.

“Why? What are you going to do? You can’t ruin what I’ve been trying to do for the last 
few weeks. He’s almost ready to say yes.”

“You like to think that, don’t you? He wouldn’t marry you when he learns what you’ve 
done with me. And he will know it. He’ll see the marks on your body.”

“You’ll be fired,” she said to him. “I’ll have him call the manager, and he’s going to fire you.
You’ll see. You think that you can get revenge on me. I’ll see to it that your ass boils, bastard.”

He started to laugh, and he was purposely putting on his hideous laugh, because he knew 
how much fear he could instill into a woman when he did that.

“You are as dumb as the rest,” he said to her. “I have a feeling that when women are born, 
God gives them half a brain, because I never met one who can really think things through and 
figure them out”

“What are you talking about? What are you saying? How dare you?”

“He hired me to do this to you. He’s tired of all your bitching, and the last thing that he 
wants to do is marry you. If you bother him once more, he told me to have you bumped off. I 
can do it, easily, and no one will ever know what happened to you.”

It was all bullshit, but she didn’t know that, and she believed him.

“You can have me killed?” she asked.

“I could kill you right now, and no one would even know what happened to you. No one 
knows where you are now, and your body would be disposed of so fast, that they would never
find you. With the whip marks and all, they would think that you were raped and then 
murdered. No one would ever suspect me.

Her entire body looked tense and frigid at that very moment, and he knew that he had 
gotten his message across to her.

He started to dress himself again, sticking his cock back into his pants, and then he walked
toward the elevator.

“You can’t leave me here alone,” she said to him. “It’s dark, and the pipes are still on. I’m 
burning up. Please let me go.”

“Just think about what I said,” he told her. “And I’ll be back.”

He took one last look at her, and she was starting to cry again. He somehow thought that 
a woman looked so beautiful when she was crying.

He took the elevator upstairs, and he took over for Lyle.

About an hour later, Dan Lawson walked into the building. He stopped to talk with the 
doorman and he was smiling.

“How did it go?” he asked Joe. “Is everything all right?”

“Take the elevator downstairs, and you’ll see her. You can free her and she’ll probably love 
you forever. But you have to go along with my story. She’ll say that I raped her, but you tell 
her that I already told you how she was coming on to me, and how she’s always come on to 
me. And that’s the truth, Dan. So this time, I took her downstairs, and showed her my way of 
taking a woman.

“Just tell her that you think she’s a slut. She’ll know that she can never get you to marry 
her then. Threaten her, of course. Tell her if she ever brings up marriage, you’ll kick that 
fucking bitch right out I’m sure she’ll understand.”

And she did. Dan ended up paying him the rest of the money, and each time Gale left the 
building, she was always facing him, as if she never wanted her ass to brush up against his 
crotch again.





CHAPTER NINE


He needed his own woman. He was beginning to realize it slowly, but surely.

He had had so many women in his life, taking on many of the tenants, that he had 
forgotten what it was like to have one of his own.

There had been a point in his life, when he had first gotten a job as a salesman, where he 
had had Jennifer, a lovely brunette.

She had always been good for Joe, so long as Joe was supporting her.

Whenever he would come home from a long day on the road, she would be waiting at the 
door, with open arms, and open lips.

He would move his lips to here, and his tongue would find its way into her mouth. As 
she’d suck it, harder and harder each time, or so it seemed, he would start to thrust his cock 
bulge against her mound. When she would feel that, Jennifer’s hands always moved down to 
his crotch.

She would take him out of his pants, and sink down on her knees.

A blow job before he even walked into the living room always made him feel better. She 
would run her tongue up and down the shaft, for about ten minutes, working him up to such 
a fantastic state of mind and body.

He would always have her blouse open by that point, and he would be plucking at her stiff
brown nipples, feeling them throb under the soft touch of his hands. She’d love it, he knew, 
and because of the tender way in which he would touch her, she would suck his cock even 
better, deep throating him.

Joe had thought that he would never tire of the feeling of her throat around him.

When she was into his cock enough, where the smell of his pubic patch would make her 
head spin, it was always easy to start thrusting at any rate he felt like. If he went too fast, and 
his balls would be hitting against her chin, then she would reach for them and start to caress 
them.

That, or course, would add to his pleasures, and he would know that he was going to be 
coming very soon. As she’d feel the pulsations, she’d pull her mouth back so that just the cock
head was past her lips.

Then, she would start to flick her tongue back and forth over the slit.

It would make his come-shooting orgasm even better. She never failed to swallow it all, 
either. She would keep sucking after he had filled her mouth, and that would usually keep him
hard so he could fuck her.

Joe always carried her into the living room, in his arms, and they would continue to kiss. 
Jennifer’s hands would be down near his cock, so that she could keep’ rubbing it and make 
sure that he stayed nice and hard.

Then, he would lay her on the couch and tell her that it was his turn to take her.

He’d move his lips to her tit and start to lick her gently. At first, he would not move his 
mouth near her nipple, and when he would lick her breast, he would trace his tongue around 
in a circular motion, moving closer and closer, but never quite touching it, until he could 
actually see it throbbing.

Then, he would touch it, and he would hear her moaning.

Whenever Jennifer moaned, it turned him on a hell of a lot more. He would suck on her 
nipple for the longest time, and he would love the sweaty taste. Then he would move his 
mouth to the other one.

Eventually, he would slide his tongue down to her cunt. Her black pubic patch was always 
kept nice and trimmed for him, and he liked to suck on the hairs before even moving his 
tongue to her cunt lips.

By the time he would do that, she would already be wet. In fact, he knew, she usually 
ended up getting wet because of the way he played with her nipples.

“Let me suck you while you eat me,” she’d tell him, on occasion.

For sometimes she just liked to relax into the way he was eating her, and at other times, 
she liked to have his cock to suck on.

Either way, he loved it, because even as she would be sucking him, he would know that he 
wasn’t going to come in her mouth.

That second load of the evening was always saved for her cunt, so that he could shoot it 
deep into her, and feel her warm wetness spasming around him, and adding to the pleasures 
of his throbbing orgasm.

When she did suck him, he could eat her for hours. He would straddle over her face and 
thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, gently, while licking and sucking at the insides of her 
pussy. Sometimes, he would spread her lips with his fingers.

Then he would suck harder and harder on her clit, and it would throb.

He always made her come a minimum of two times, and he loved that. He would lick her 
dry after the first load, and if there was to be a third, he would lick her dry after the second 
load, too. But he always left her nice and wet when he knew it was to be the last load during 
his oral sex play.

Because then, he knew, he would be able to enter her wet, hot pussy, and he would start 
out with a nice juicy cunt, just to keep his cock content Jennifer was the hottest fuck he had 
known, because she loved him, and he loved her.

Or so he thought that she loved him.

Whenever he would thrust into her, she would move her cunt upwards, as if she wanted to
get into the thrusting, too.

“Why let you do all the hard work?” she would ask him, and he would always tell her that 
work was what he did during the day, when he was out selling.

Fucking her was never work. Fucking her was the best way to relax after a long day out on 
the road, and fucking her was what he would be thinking about as he went from door to door,
trying to get bored housewives to buy his wares.

But he would love her for her concern, and those times when she wrapped her legs around
his buttocks and massaged them, were really the best He always made her come another two 
times, minimum, when he was fucking her, and if he could hold out longer than that, she 
would come a lot more.

They always came together, which was another thing he had loved about her.

No matter what, he would make sure to thrust his hardest while he was feeling her coming
around him, and he would always work himself up to an orgasm during one of hers.

“You are fantastic,” she’d tell him, as she made him dinner afterwards.

He would usually shower and then put on a robe, and be at the table just about when she 
was ready to serve him. She treated him almost like a king, and it was something that he 
adored. Of course, he did reward her.

He bought her as many gifts as he could afford, which, when he was doing well, turned 
out to be quite a lot. He made love to her so often, that sometimes she would be exhausted 
long before he was, which was rare between a man and a woman.

And he really did think that she loved him. But what she loved, seemed to be what all 
those women in the apartment building he now worked in, seemed to love, too.

She loved being kept. She loved not having to go to work, but rather, just laying around 
the house, watching television, drinking, and sometimes smoking grass when he could get his 
hands on some good stuff.

She loved to go shopping, not only for clothing (and she never did overdo it, he was 
always happy to know), but also for food. She loved to cook, too.

He kept her feeling rich.

And then one day, he wasn’t doing as well as he had been. It seemed to be harder and 
harder to make sales, and he had to cut back on the money that he allotted her.

She started to act quite differently toward him. She accused him of spending a lot more, 
when in reality, he had cut back on his own budget before even touching hers, in the hopes 
that she might not even have to know about his financial state.

One night, about three months into his problems, he came home, and all he could think 
about was Jennifer, and how good it would be to have her sucking his cock. It had been a 
long hard day, and he had been quite depressed over the low sales.

He opened the door and she was not there to greet him. He ran into the bedroom, 
thinking that she might be there. The closets were open, as were all her drawers, and all of her
clothes were gone. Nothing was left of hers.

Except for a note on the dining room table, with two words.

“I’m going.” He read it ten times and then moved toward the stove and held it over the 
burning flame, until it was ashes.

His feelings toward women had changed then. He hated them all.

They all seemed to want to use their men so that they could be supported, and the second
anything went wrong, they wanted out.

So it was easy for him to work over the wives and girlfriends of the tenants in his building, 
because each time he did, he would think of Jennifer, and most of the girls there seemed to 
remind him of her.

As he took the subway home from work the night after dealing with Gale (for he always 
took the subway, even though he was getting richer and richer), he kept cruising some of the 
cunts in his subway car.

He was thinking about a steady woman, and how nice it would be to have one again.

He knew that he could easily afford one now, and that she would probably stay with him 
for a long time to come, so long as he kept supporting her and treating her like a queen, 
showering her with gifts.

However, each time he thought that way, he knew that it was wrong.

It was, in fact, ridiculous. If he was to have a woman fall in love with him because of the 
thousands and thousands he had now saved in the bank (money which he knew he had made 
in just working out his anger on cunts), then that woman would only be loving him for his 
money, and nothing else. And if his money started to dwindle, she would leave, the same way 
that the bitch Jennifer had.

It was depressing. He wanted his own steady woman, and just couldn’t find her.

As he opened the door to his apartment that night, he sensed that he might have been 
robbed. All the locks were locked, the way he had left it, but as he pushed the door open, 
everything seemed to be there.

Including Kathy, his sister, who was sitting on the couch, smiling.

“You once gave me your keys, and told me that if I wanted to, I could come here.”

“I know that,” he said to her. “But what are you doing here?”

“I left him. I hate him, and I don’t know why I even married him.”

Joe didn’t want to get into it, but he knew why she had married him. liven if she had hated 
what their father did to her that time, she had liked it enough, deep down, to want someone 
just like the man.

It was late at night. He had worked much later than he wanted to, only because Lyle, who 
was supposed to replace him at ten, had arrived an hour late.

“Let’s just sleep on it,” he said to her. “That’s all I’m up to talking about right now. I’m too 
tired.”

“There’s only your one large bed,” she said to him. “Does that mean I get to sleep with 
you, Joe? Is that what you’re saying?”

“What do you want?” he asked her, and she smiled at him.

He wasn’t even in the mood to get dirty with her. for after thinking about Jennifer on the 
train, he just wasn’t in the mood for another woman.

As he undressed and climbed into bed, she said something to him that made him quite 
upset. She told him that their mother had called her, and had told her that he was making 
very good money recently. For some reason, Joe was sure she, like most cunts, wanted his 
money and nothing more.

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He turned on his side, and yet, somehow, .lie managed to get her mouth down near his 
cock. He did nothing and said nothing, and now matter how hard Kathy sucked him, he didn’t 
get it hard. He prevented himself from getting hard, by thinking about his sister and how she 
probably wanted his money.

The fact that that bullshit even went on in families bothered him.

And so, he woke up very early the next morning, and got her set up. She was still sound 
asleep as he lifted her up and placed her on the phallic shaped table, that he had carved 
himself out of wood. When he had women over, he liked to jokingly tell them that he had 
copied his own cock, and of course, since the cock and balls on the table were enormous, they
always thought he was so funny.

He tied his sister’s hands by her side, and draped some of the rope around her neck and 
between her cleavage.

Then, he pierced two rings in her nipples. He pushed her forward on the table, so that her 
cunt mound was up against the spikes in the front, near where the wooden shaft had been 
sculpted, and then he reached for his whip.

“All right,” he screamed, as he lashed it out at her. “Now you tell me what the fuck it is that
you want here.”

He saw her eyes opening and closing slowly, and he loved the look of surprise on her face.
She tried to move back, because of the spikes, but he moved his foot near her ass and pushed
her forward, so that she was flush against it.

“What are you doing to me?” she screamed at him. “You’re crazy, just like our father was, 
you know that? A crazy man, that’s what you are.”

He started to laugh then, and screamed back at her.

“And I’m sure that’s why you married that bastard you married, right? You loved what our 
fucking father did to you? You loved it enough to marry some bastard who is just like him. So 
don’t deny that you love this, too.”

“I don’t,” she said to him, and he moved his hand to her nipple.

It was stiff, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the ring, or because she was aroused. 
He liked to think the latter.

He sat on the table behind her, and started to rub his cock against her buttocks. He knew 
that if he wanted to, he could drive himself into Kathy’s asshole, and fuck her so hard, that the 
spikes near her cunt would maim her for life.

And the thought of doing it was suddenly so pleasant to him. The thought of getting even
with this bitch, who had started sex for him, was nice.

He started to spit onto his hand, and he moved it down to his cock. Then he was rubbing 
his cock head against her asshole.

“Well?” he said to her. “Do I fuck you blind, or do you tell me the real reason why you 
came here? You want money, right?”

She didn’t say anything, and he started to ease his cock into her asshole. He could feel 
how tight she was, and he was quite sure that his brother-in-law had never fucked her up the 
ass, for if he had, she would have been looser.

He had trouble getting into her, and he decided to forget it. He pulled back, then moved 
in front of her, his hard cock bobbing in the air.

“It’s so nice,” was all she said. “I can remember it years ago, and now it’s so nice. I love the 
way it looks.”

He moved his hand behind her head and pulled it down to his cock. He rammed himself 
into her mouth, and held himself there.

She was moaning around his pulsating shaft. He couldn’t believe it, but she was. He kept 
thinking that maybe he was wrong to be doing this to his sister, and maybe she had really just
come because she hated her husband.

He would have easily been able to understand that, since he had hated the man from the 
very first time he had met him, and even more so as he had gotten to know him.

Kathy’s husband was a stupid, pompous asshole, and he liked to come off like the macho 
stud of the year. Sometimes, he yelled at Kathy in front of the family, and once, when he had 
hit her across the face, Joe had felt like kicking the man’s balls in so hard that they’d pop out 
of his mouth.

He had just sat there instead, thinking that if this was what his sister wanted, then he 
wasn’t going to interfere. Let her take what she had married herself into.

He could feel his cock starting to pulsate hard in her mouth, and within a few more 
seconds, he was coming hard.

As he came, he could see that she was crying, and he couldn’t understand it. He was no 
longer holding his dick deep in her throat, and had pulled back enough so that her tongue 
could flick over his cock head.

Her body still seemed aroused enough, and her flesh was nice and pink.

He stayed in her mouth until he was finished coming, and then he pulled out “What are 
you crying about?” he asked her, and he pulled her hair. “You tell me what you’re crying 
about, you stupid bitch.”

“You’re right You’re right about what you said. I did come here to try and get some money 
from you. When he found out what mother had to say, he told me to come here.

He said that you were my brother and that you loved me, and you should lend me some 
money. Joe, if you don’t, he’ll beat the shit out of me.”

“And can you tell me that you honestly hate it when he does that?”

“Yes, I do hate it. But I love him, and so I put up with it.”

“You’re a fool to put up with him,” he said to her. “Anyone could tell you that.”

“But don’t you understand what love is all about?” she asked. “If you had ever loved 
anyone, then you’d know that you have to put up with things. He only beats me when he gets 
drunk, and I try not to let him keep anything in the house.

“He doesn’t go out as often as usual, and this money that you would lend us would help 
him get himself out of debt. It would help me, too.”

He hated the way that she was begging him for money.

He started to untie her, and then he pushed her back on the couch. He moved his cock to 
her cunt lips and rammed himself inside of her. He thrust in and out of her faster than he had 
ever fucked anyone.

“Do you really love him?” he kept asking, as he drove himself in, and felt the way her hot 
cunt was spasming around him. “Do you really love him?”

He could see that she was crying again, and now that she had her hands free, she was 
running them up and down his back. There were moments when she was cupping his buttocks
and massaging them with her hands.

He felt how hot she was inside, and he couldn’t remember the last time that he had fucked
someone with so much love and passion. Yes. he could. The last time had been with Jennifer, 
and then she had left him.

“I want to hear it.” he said, realizing that she, being in a heightened sexual state, was also 
in a most vulnerable state.

“No,” she screamed. “You know that I don’t love him. How could I love him when it’s you 
that I really love? But what can I do about that, Joe0 You know that there could never be 
anything between you and me. We’re brother and sister.”

Just hearing her say it was enough for him. He could feel his cock being worked up to that 
state where he couldn’t hold back.

He started to shoot his thick loads of come into her cunt, and he could hear the way that 
site was moaning. Through her choking teary voice, she was also telling him how she loved 
her children, and how she couldn’t think of leaving them.

And Joe did understand where she was at.

She was right There was no way that anything could happen between them. It would be 
wrong for them to live together, because they would end up as lovers, and that wasn’t the 
right way for two people to live. Not when they were related.

And she did have her children, which were his children, too. He loved his niece and his 
nephew, but hated their father, and couldn’t imagine bringing them up.

He kept coming inside of her, and when he had finished, he pulled out Immediately, he ran
to the shower and cleaned himself, and then he dressed fast. She was still naked, and sitting 
on the couch when he ran out Joe was glad that she had dressed by the time he returned.

“Here. It’s a check made out to you for five thousand dollars,” he said to her. “You use it 
any way that you want to. You let that asshole have some, and you buy your kids some nice 
clothes. And let him know that I expect him to pay it back one day.”

She took the check and put it into her pocketbook, then turned before leaving.

“Joe, find yourself someone. You’re really a fantastic person, and a great lay. Find a girl to 
love you, and one who you can love back.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” he said to her.





CHAPTER TEN


Her name was Victoria, and he thought that it suited her perfectly. She had straight long black
hair, and a beautiful smile.

Mom than that, he could tell that she had large breasts. She would end up wearing a lot of
tight sweaters around the building, and he could sometimes tell that she had nice nipples, 
too. because he could see the outline of them.

She always stopped to talk to him, and she gave him incredible tips.

“Are you married?” Joe asked her one day, because she had been living in the building for 
a few weeks by that time, and she still liked to be referred to as Ms. Lessing, which didn’t let 
him know one way or the other.

“No,” she said. “I made my fortune all on my own. I’m an independent woman.”

“A lesbian?” he asked, and he saw her blush. “I know that Tm being out of place in asking 
you that, but I just want to know.”

“For the record?” she asked him, sarcastically, and they both laughed.

She told him that she wasn’t, after all. She just hadn’t found the right man who could treat 
her the way she wanted to be treated.

Joe wanted her more than he had ever wanted any other woman in his life. He wanted to 
feel her body rubbing against his, and feel the way her cunt would spasm around his cock. He 
wanted to press his chest down against her heaving tits, so that he would feel the stiffness of 
her nipples against him.

Then, one Friday night, just as he was getting ready to leave, she buzzed the intercom 
downstairs, and he answered her call.

“Would you like to come up for a glass of wine?” she asked him.

“Sure. I was just getting ready to leave,” he told her.

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“Then I’m really glad that I caught you before you left. The door will be open. Just let 
yourself in, and I’ll be waiting for you.”

She was talking in a more seductive voice than usual, and he checked himself in the hall 
mirror, to make sure that he was looking good.

Then, he walked toward her door and opened it.

He couldn’t believe what he saw, right before his very eyes.

She had chained herself to a pole near the corner of the room. She had leather arm bands 
around her arms, right above the elbows, and the chains that were connected to the bands 
were also connected to the pole.

She was sitting on some kind of a chair, with a sheet draped over it.

And she was completely naked. He could see the way her large tits were heaving up and 
down, and he brown nipples looked so alluring. He looked down at her cunt patch, and saw 
the matted black hairs.

Then, he saw something else. She had a dildo inside of her cunt, and she was moving it 
back and forth, masturbating herself with it. She had her eyes closed, and was moaning, so he 
slammed the door shut, fast.

“Oh, you startled me,” she said, as she opened her eyes.

“Bullshit, Vicky,” he said, thinking that if she greeted him like that, she couldn’t be mad at 
him for calling her by that nickname. “You knew that I was coming in. and you got yourself all 
made up for me.”

“And do you like what you see?” she asked, spreading her cunt lips wide as she worked the
dildo.

“I love it,” he said, and he could feel his cock getting hard.

He noticed that she had put some wine on the table near where she was sitting, and he 
walked over and picked up a glass.

“I knew that you would love it.” she said, and because of the way she had herself bound, 
she was still able to move her hands.

She started to run her fingers through her hot looking hair.

“How did you know that he wanted to know.

“Don’t you think that I talk with some of the women in this building0 I spoke with Dale for 
one thing. She had only nasty, nasty things to say about you. Then I spoke with Myra Snelling. 
She was more positive. I think that your biggest fan. however, was Lisa Curtis. She loved what 
you did to her.”

He moved closer to her and let his hand slide up her thigh. He could feel the heat that was
emanating from her cunt already, and he loved it.

His hand took over for her hand, and he started to slide the dildo in and out of her cunt, 
faster than she had been doing it.

“I want to tell you something about myself,” she said. “I used to pass by this building all 
the time. Quite often.”

“So?” he asked, for he couldn’t remember having seen her. Then again, hundreds of 
thousands of people walked by that area all the time, and although she was stunning, he 
could understand how he might miss her in a crowd.

“I used to watch you. I purposely went out of my way when I would walk to work, just to 
see if you were on duty. You were, and still are, a hot looking man.”

“Is that why you took an apartment in the building?”

“How very presumptuous for you to even imply that,” she said to him, and then she started
to laugh. “But, as a matter of fact, that’s the very reason I did it. Of course, I talked with some 
of the tenants before moving in, to find out if you were as good as you looked, and they all 
agreed.”

He could smell the scent of her cunt, and he knew what he had to do.

He took a long gulp of wine, and then got down on his knees. He moved his mouth to her 
cunt and spit the wine inside.

She started to moan loud when he did that, and she could feel the way the tingling wine 
was making her cunt throb. Her clit felt like a thousand tiny fingers were touching it. and she 
couldn’t stop coming already.

And Joe had just started. He slid his tongue inside of her and started to taste the most 
fantastic flavor of all. It was a combination of come and wine, and he was flicking her clit back 
and forth as he licked it off her cunt walls.

She started to thrust her pussy up and down, and he decided, after feeling her hands 
running through his hair, that he enjoyed the way she had tied herself up. It was good, 
because she was still something of his prisoner, but could use her hands anyway, and that 
meant a lot to him.

He ate her cunt for the longest time, and when he had made her come twice, he pulled his
mouth away and licked his way up to her tits. He started to suck on one of her nipples, flicking
his tongue back and forth over the very tip of it. His fingers were plucking at the other one at 
the same time.

Then, he licked his way up her neck, and started to kiss her on the ears. He waited the 
longest time before kissing her on the lips.

But when he did. it was almost like magic. He could feel the heavy suction coming from 
her mouth, and he started to thrust his tongue in and out of her wet mouth.

He was happy about her hands being free again, because a few seconds later, as they still 
kissed, he could feel the way she was starting to open his shirt. She opened each button 
slowly, and ran her hands over his nipples.

She pulled his shirt and jacket off together.

“Give me that dick, you hunk of man,” she said to him, and he stood up.

He pulled back a few feet, and watched her. Slowly, he opened his zipper and slid his 
trousers all the way down around his ankles.

His cock was sticking straight up, and she seemed to love it He noticed the way that her 
eyes lit up as she saw it bobbing up and down in the air.

“Give me that dick,” she started to moan. “I want it so much now.”

“You have to beg for it,” he said to her. “Just who the fuck do you think you are telling me 
you want it like that?”

“Please let me suck that dick,” she said. “Let me suck it, Joe. I’ll do an thing for you. I 
promise you that I’ll do anything.”

He started to move closer to her mouth, and he pulled back again.

“Who is the master and who is the slave?” he asked her.

“You are the master, of course.


THE END
