EL-145 Tattooing Kelli
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CHAPTER ONE

It was pitch black. Kelli tried to focus her eyes. She fluttered her lids
repeatedly.

Nothing.

Pitch black.

She felt something caressing her face, but couldn't tell exactly what. 
She opened and closed her eyelids again.

Nothing.

A shiver of apprehension ran through her. Something was wrong.

She started to move her right arms up so that her hand could rub her 
eyes. Maybe her eyes were just full of sleep.

She couldn't raise her arm.

She tried the left.

Nothing.

Fear replaced apprehension.

What is going on? her mind started to race as cold fear now shook her. 
She couldn't see. She couldn't move her arms.

What's happening to me?

She shook her head from side to side as panic now overtook the fear.

No movement possible. Only her eyelids moved. Open and then closed.

Darkness.

Pitch black darkness.

She thought she smelled leather.

It was the thing covering her face.

Then another smell crept into her senses.

She could smell this new, acrid scent getting stronger and stronger.

Sssssssssssssssss…

"Aaaaaaghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" The agonizing scream tore from her throat as a 
searing fire scorched her left buttock, burning the flesh, scaring her 
naked white ass. Kelli couldn't see what was happening. She could only 
feel.

And smell.

She could smell burning flesh.

It was her own!

And the pain was intense. More intense than anything she had ever felt in
her life.

It was horrible!

She passed out as the hissing sound approached her again, and her right 
buttock felt the terrible heat sear into her tender white skin.

***

She awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright in her bed.

She was perspiring heavily from the nightmare that had just seemed so 
real.

Touching her face, their was no leather mask. She could make out the 
furniture in her bedroom as the morning light crept in through the drawn 
blinds. Kelli took a deep breath and slowly worked her thighs over the side
of the bed. She sat and reflected for a moment before getting up to take 
her morning shower.

It was so real. Her forbidden fantasy.

She had always wanted a small rose tattoo on her left buttock. But in her
dreams, her desires ran even deeper.

She wanted to be branded as a mark of ownership. She wanted a tattoo like
no others. In her dreams, the hot iron seared a rose pattern that covered 
the hillocks of her buttocks. Her became nightmares.

So real.

So painful.

Yet – very exciting.

Kelli felt the dampness between her thighs. She had cum in her sleep!

As she finished applying her makeup she made one final check on her 
outfit for the day and adjusted the hem of her dress to ride closely with 
the new satin slip she purchased. The slit on the side showed a nice 
portion of her well shaped thigh as she took several steps around the room.

Kelli Stroud was the top real estate agent in the San Carmel office of 
The Henry Company, she had a full slate of listing appointments today and 
wanted to look her best.

Kelli was often accused of using her incredible beauty to get new home 
listings, and more than once the accusations went beyond beauty to using 
her very shapely body to acquire, and beat out other agents in the office 
for new business.

Kelli stood five foot six.

There wasn't an ounce of fat on her. Her breasts stood out firm, not too 
large, and not too small. Like the rest of her, they were perfect. Her legs
were dynamite and often admired around the office as she wore tasteful, yet
exciting clothes that always showed them off to her best advantage.

She seemed taller than she was as she always wore at least a four or five
inch high heeled pump, and her flowing blonde hair topped off one very fine
specimen of female beauty.

She was the youngest real estate agent to win the coveted President's 
Award for top production, and at the age of twenty two was now earning over
one hundred thousand dollars per year.

Kelli could afford to live in a Spanish style condominium that cost more 
than the homes that other agents twice her age, were able to afford.

She had it all. Age, looks and money. All that is, except the fulfillment
of a deep seated need to love just one special person, and be loved in 
return.

And the one thing her money had not yet bought her, was the coveted 
tattoo. She still had to work up the courage.

She had her share of boyfriends through college and there was never a 
shortage of men to ask her out for dinner and 'other things'. But Kelli 
Stroud wasn't just looking for a good time, she wanted a deep, intimate 
relationship.

Like the last one she had.

But on the other hand, she didn't want a new relationship to end up like 
that one ended, for it had ended on a very sad note.

***

Annie was Kelli's room mate their senior year at San Diego State. She was
a backwards girl from Iowa, and Kelli wondered just how she was able to get
as far in life as she did. The girl seemed so naive about everything, and 
was just barely passing her course work. She fretted constantly over 
graduation.

Over the year, Kelli and she had grown close as two room mates do, and 
shared much about their lives.

Annie never shared anything about men.

"You know Annie?" Kelli asked her one evening after a long walk through 
the campus.

They were sitting on their beds, relaxing prior to getting a good night's
sleep.

"I've always been the one it seems to spill my heart out to you about the
guys I date. They always come on so strong, and I have yet to find that one
special person. But I got to thinking, how come you never date?"

"Oh Kelli, I just never took that much of an interest in boys," Annie 
answered, playing with her toes as she watched her room mate closely.

Annie may have been backwards and naive, but she had those corn fed 
wholesome looks, and a great body to match, and had her share of guys try 
to ask her out.

Kelli even heard rumors in the gym one day that Annie was a closet 
lesbian.

"Why not?" Kelli continued questioning her room mate.

"I… uh… oh I don't know. I just never seemed to be attracted to them, you
know?" the young girl answered.

Kelli got off her bed and took the two steps to her room mates bed. She 
sat down next to her and softly asked, "Annie?"

"I heard something one day that kind of surprised me, but I never told 
you about it."

Kelli spoke even softer now. "I've always been curious about, well… you 
know… uh a woman having a feeling for another woman. Did you ever have 
those thoughts?"

Annie's eyes filled with tears as she turned to Kelli and blurted out the
story of her earlier seduction in high school by her gym teacher.

A woman.

She told Kelli that she found herself so turned on by the experience, 
that she could never get interested in boys again. That teacher had made 
her feel things she thought she'd never feel. Both emotionally and 
physically.

She continued telling Kelli how her first attempt at sex with a man… a 
boy, really, ended in that young farm hand's fumbling and ineptness at 
making love to her. Compared to what her gym teacher did for her, she 
judged all men by that experience. Annie had been a confirmed lesbian ever 
since.

Kelli, always the experimental type, was fascinated by the idea of making
it with another woman, but had not experienced it up to this point in her 
young life. Sitting so close to her room mate, and feeling a closeness that
she had not felt before at Annie's sharing, Kelli could not help but notice
how really attractive and pretty Annie was.

She let her left hand rest lightly on Annie's knee as the girl finished 
her story.

Annie didn't resist her room mates touch and continued on with the 
exploits she experienced with her high school gym teacher. The more 
detailed the events became, the more Kelli's interest perked up until she 
found that she was actually getting excited by the tale of lesbian lust 
experienced by Annie.

Her pussy started to get wet as Annie told of the first time she had 
tried dominance and submission with her teacher. Kelli's thighs started to 
work together as her clit started to tingle from the erotic episode.

Her hand slowly moved across Annie's thigh as Kelli listened raptly to 
the conclusion of the girl's first S amp;M experience.

My God, Kelli thought, I am really getting turned on!

Without realizing it, she turned to her room mate and slowly turned the 
girl's face to hers with her free hand and found her lips gently closing on
Annie's mouth.

"Mmmmmm, oh Kelli, thank you," Annie breathed. "I've been wanting to kiss
you ever since I first saw you. I was so afraid you would reject me."

"I've never kissed another girl before Annie, at least not like we just 
did," Kelli replied, and with that returned her open mouth on the other 
girl's and started kissing her passionately, her tongue slipping inside 
Annie's mouth as her arms encircled her body pulling her closer.

For just an instant, Kelli questioned whether what she was doing was 
wrong, but it passed as quickly as it came as her arms now started 
encircling Annie's buttocks, stroking, pulling her trembling body tighter 
in their embrace.

"Oh, Kelli, here, let me undress you," the more experienced young girl 
said.

Annie's expert hands quickly grabbed the bottom of Kelli's blouse and it 
was over the other girl's in an instant. Her hands quickly undid the snaps 
of her bra and she caressed Kelli's breasts with her fingertips as she slid
the straps off her body, exposing her stiffening nipples.

She leaned close and encircled one of the nipples with her mouth.

"Ummmm, that feels nice Annie."

Annie attacked both of her breasts now, sucking gently on each nipple, 
then laving her tongue around the underside of the firm ivory softness as 
she placed open mouthed kisses all over the sweet breasts.

"Mmmmm, Kelli, I've got to have more of you," she breathed as Kelli 
started squirming under her room mate's tongue.

Taking her fingers, she hooked them in the waistband of the blonde's 
panties and slid them over her hips, drawing them down her thighs and 
tossing them on the floor. Her left hand quickly went between the other 
girl's legs and her fingers buried themselves in Kelli's now sopping pussy,
as she returned her mouth to her breasts.

Kissing her room mate's body as her thumb found her hard clit, she worked
her mouth all over Kelli's upper torso, turning under her arms, to gently 
place her tongue in Kelli's armpits and licked the sensitive flesh there.

Annie's tongue felt deliciously wicked moving under her sensitive flesh.

So erotic.

Kelli was on fire.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm…"

Her thighs clamped around the hand on her pussy as she ground against it,
and a moan of desire escaped her lips as she reclined on the bed, pulling 
Annie with her.

"This is so different. So wonderful Annie, please don't stop," she panted
breathlessly.

Annie had no intentions of stopping as she kissed and tongued her room 
mate furiously now, giving her a tongue bath as her desire was ignited by 
the reactions she was bringing from this beautiful creature.

Annie couldn't believe that she was actually holding Kelli so intimately.
She had desired her for almost a year.

Her tongue continued on down Kelli's body, licking and sucking in little 
nips as her hair trailed behind over the other girl's nipples, exciting 
Kelli even more.

As her face reached Kelli's parted thighs, her room mate seemed to push 
her pelvis up in an offering, as her head quickly dipped between them to 
taste the honey flowing from her damp slit. The smell of Kelli's sweet cunt
juice flared Annie's nostrils, as she placed her mouth directly on her room
mate's pussy.

Kelli couldn't believe the pleasure she was feeling. She didn't want it 
to stop and her hands reached out to hold Annie's head and pull it into her
pussy.

No guy had ever eaten her like Annie was doing.

"Oh, Annie!"

"Please!"

"Push your tongue in my cunt," she moaned as Annie quickly complied.

Annie worked her tongue in small circles all over the wet smooth walls of
Kelli's pussy, as her lips encircled her hard little nub.

Kelli came almost immediately from the sensuous face lapping at her slit.

"Oooooh! Jesus!" she yelped as her body bucked once in a tremendous quick
orgasm.

"God, Annie!"

"Ooooh God!"

"Yes!"

"Eat me darling!"

"Eat my cunt!" she sighed.

Annie was lost in the heady scent of her room mates pussy as her lips and
tongue continued their work. She loved to eat pussy, and Kelli's had to be 
the sweetest pussy she had ever tasted.

It was building again, quickly.

Kelli started thrashing about on the bed as her friend seemed to want to 
put her whole face inside of her body. Her fingers twisted in Annie's hair 
as she held on for dear life. Her legs rose up and clasped around her head 
as she rode the face between her legs to another orgasm, whimpering in a 
release that was totally new for her.

And very exciting.

Later, after they had quieted, and held each other in post orgasm 
tenderness, Annie confessed her deep seated feelings for her room mate, and
thought that this would be the start of a long lived lesbian affair. She 
was sure Kelli was as equally attracted to her.

It didn't make any difference that Annie knew she was the first to bring 
Kelli to explore the ways of female love. She fell head over heels in love 
with her room mate and felt that she had been the one true love she had 
searched for since coming to State.

Kelli, on the other hand, was certainly turned on to cunt lapping by 
another woman after Annie's expert ministrations, but had too many plans of
her own to want to make it a permanent affair with Annie.

She took her time and with much patience and gentleness, told Annie 
honestly of her feelings. She didn't see the terrified look in her room 
mate's eyes. She thought that Annie had accepted her honest sharing.

It was not until two weeks later, that Kelli found out just how wrong she
was.

Coming home after an evening class, she was shocked to find the 
paramedics at the dorm, and her room sealed off by the County Coroner.

Annie, in her despair over not seducing Kelli as her permanent lover, had
taken an overdose of sleeping pills.

It was the last conscious act of her young life.

***

Gathering up her handbag and keys, Kelli went down to the garage and got 
into the blue BMW she had bought with her last commission check.

"God, this business does have its rewards," she remarked to herself as 
she slid across the leather and started the engine.

Her first appointment of the day was fifteen miles north in Rancho 
Cordova, and she covered the freeway quickly putting the throaty engine to 
work.

As she drove north, she marveled at the acres and acres of prime land 
still awaiting development on either side of Interstate 15.

Whoever said they were running out of land in Southern California? There 
was plenty of it! But the prices had been getting way out of hand.

Nothing like it in the world, she mused as she found the exit and worked 
her way through the morning commute traffic to Barbara Rush's home.

As she approached her first appointment of the day, she did what she 
always did when coming to a new prospect's home. She drove through the 
neighborhood, taking note of homes that were comparable to the one she was 
about to inspect. The neighborhood was upper middle class, and all the 
lawns were picture perfect copies of each other. The homes differed 
slightly in style and facades.

Shouldn't be too much of a problem to price this one, she thought as she 
drove slowly through the neighborhood.

She noticed several other competing real estate agents doing the same 
thing and waved to several that she knew. The competition for listings was 
high as the demand for homes in Rancho Cordova had skyrocketed when people 
began to be priced out of the San Diego housing market.

It was interesting, she thought.

People can't afford a home in San Diego, so they drive over seventy miles
one way to a lesser priced home in Rancho Cordova. If they really stopped 
to think about it, over the life of their purchase, they are probably 
paying as much, or more for a home when you add the tremendous cost of 
commuting that distance twice a day.

Oh well, not her problem, she mused. She would be glad to list, or sell 
any home, for any client, anywhere. She just had to continually be the 
best, and offer more than her competition. She was no slouch at that, she 
knew, and smiled confidently to herself as she pulled into the Rush's 
driveway.

As she exited her car, her lithe thighs slid again through the slit in 
her skirt, and she knew she was giving an eyeful to any neighbors who might
be watching. She was proud of her beauty and incredible good looks. She 
always presented herself well.

If you've got it, use it, was her personal motto.

Barbara Rush greeted Kelli at the door and after a grand tour of her 
home, they settled in the living room to discuss prices, marketing time and
advertising.

"Where are you going to move to?" Kelli asked the standard question every
real estate agent has been taught from the first day.

"Well," Barbara answered, her eyes somewhat downcast, "my husband and I 
are getting a divorce and he's going his way I'm going mine. Come to think 
about it, I never really thought about where I would move to. Got to sell 
this home first."

"I understand," Kelli replied. "Why don't you just tell me what's going 
on, and I'll see if I can help you," she continued.

She patted the couch next to her, taking care to cross her long legs very
slowly, accentuating their curves. She was sure her panties peeked through 
the slit.

Barbara walked over to Kelli and hesitantly sat down. As she did, she 
broke down and started sobbing the litany of abuse and torment she had been
living with for the past four years, with her husband Craig. Sobbing 
uncontrollably at this outpouring, she placed her arms around the young 
real estate agent absent mindedly, and laid her head against her breasts as
the last sordid details poured forth from her sobbing body.

She went on to relate how Craig wanted her out of the house now so it 
would quickly sell. She told Kelli how four other agents promised her that 
she wouldn't have to move right away, if the Rush's would sell the house 
through them.

"There there, Barbara," Kelli said as she softly stroked the blonde hair 
nestling against her.

"Everything will work out for you. Just trust in me. I'm always here to 
lean on through this, if you need it," she continued as her hands gently 
stroked the sobbing woman's back.

"Oh Kelli, that feels so nice. It feels so nice to just be held by 
another human being without being told how terrible I am."

"Do you think I'm terrible?" she wailed again as a fresh wave of crying 
coursed through her.

"No, I don't," Kelli replied as her fingers now massaged Barbara's back 
fully, softly, languidly as her other hand stroked her cheeks and ran their
ringers through her hair.

"I think that you have suffered enough in your life. Why don't you just 
let me take care of you for awhile Barbara? I'm sure I can work something 
out with my broker to allow you to live here until we get your house sold."

"Oh Miss Stroud, really?" Barbara replied. "Gosh it just feels so safe 
and warm sitting close to you like this. Please just hold me Miss Stroud, 
please?"

"Kelli, Barbara… just call me Kelli," she replied.

"Oh Kelli, yes. Please just hold me. Take care of me. I just can't go on 
anymore. Please help me."

"I will Barbara. Don't worry another minute about it okay?" the young 
girl spoke as her hands now undid Barbara's blouse buttons, almost without 
her knowing it.

Her hands next unclasped the older woman's bra and it slid off her arms. 
She began to massage the firm breasts underneath.

"Oh Kelli, I feel so strange," Barbara breathlessly said as the girl's 
fingers took a nipple between her fingers and stroked it to hardness.

"Oooh, Kelli, that feels so good, please don't stop," Barbara's breath 
was labored now as a warm wetness started flooding her between her tanned 
legs.

Both bodies were starting to press together in sexual arousal, the older 
woman's needs fast being stroked into a fire by the beautiful young girl.

Kelli's thighs wrapped tightly around the fingers between her legs as she
started moving her cunt against them, getting more of her honey on the 
loving fingers inside of her now.

"Would you like to suck me?" Kelli asked.

"Ohh Kelli, may I please? I've never done this before."

"May I?"

"May I please suck your cunt?"

"Give me your mouth darling," Kelli said as she took the woman's face in 
both of her hands and guided her head down between her thighs, forcing her 
to her knees in front of her now.

God it looked so hot, the naked Mrs. Rush kneeling before her on the 
living room floor. Her thighs spread wide as she guided the seeking mouth 
and face to her sopping wet pussy. This was going to be good, she thought 
as she laid back on the couch.

Barbara Rush's lips and tongue worked furiously, tasting the sweet cunt 
juice of a woman for the first time. Her own cunt started to drip between 
her knees as she knelt in front of the young agent, slavishly licking her 
pussy.

Barbara felt a wellspring of lust and need, opened now fully for the 
first time as her eyes looked up to see the pretty face of the woman whose 
cunt was smashed against her face and mouth.

Watching the arousal she was giving to her.

The girl's eyelids half closed in lust as Kelli moaned her need to the 
woman on her knees.

Kelli's thighs were wide open now as her hips starting moving up and 
down, fucking Barbara's pretty face with her cunt.

Kelli Stroud started moaning uncontrollably, her thighs thrashing around 
Barbara's head as she trapped the slurping mouth between them, pulling her 
hands into Barbara's hair as she ground her pussy even harder onto her 
face. She bucked in orgasm after orgasm at the tongue snaking its way 
inside the slippery wet folds of her pussy.

God she was incredibly hot!

This was going to be the finest listing appointment she went on this 
year.

For sure!

"Ooooh Barbara, that feels sooo good," Kelli moaned.

"Oh yes baby, keep it up. Keep your mouth on my pussy."

"Hurry!"

"Yessss! NOW!"

"Put your tongue in deeper!"

"Suck me!"

"Lick me!"

"Taste me Barbara!"

"Ooooohhh! Barbara! I'm cumming!!"

"I'mc-u… c-u-m-m-i-ngm!" Kelli screamed as a wave of orgasm rushed up 
from her pussy through her nipples and screamed its way through her 
convulsing body.

"Ooohhhhh! God!!! Yessssss!!!!"

Her passion filled moans continued for what seemed like an eternity as 
Barbara's mouth worked its magic all through her very core.

After they had made love, Barbara Rush, half in embarrassment at her 
naked need, half in wishing to hold this pretty young girl to her again, 
signed the highest commission listing contract that Kelli Stroud had ever 
obtained.

She was in very high spirits as she returned to the office.

CHAPTER TWO

Driving back down the freeway, Kelli whistled in the rapture of a young 
girl who had just been thoroughly pleased.

When she was driving back through Rancho Cordova on the way to the 
freeway, she had spotted Ed Lopat of Associated Realtors, a known land 
shark and cut rate broker. She watched in her mirror as he pulled up in 
front of the Rush's home. Was he in for a surprise when he found out that 
The Henry Company had obtained the listing, she thought to herself as she 
drove out of the subdivision.

On the way back to San Carmel, Kelli took a side route through Valley 
Center and drove by the tattoo parlors. She had found several out of the 
way places in the phone book, as she was still not sure if she wanted to go
through with it. She just wanted to spot them out.

As she drove up Second Street and turned onto Broadway, she felt creepy. 
The area of Valley Center she was driving in was not the best.

Illegal aliens seemed to be everywhere, looking for a ride.

Or work.

Bums and wino's spilled against vacated buildings, holding their dreams 
in their empty bottles.

The characters she saw go in and out of the three parlors lining the 
block just north of Washington, made her shiver. They all looked like 
bikers, ex cons or whacked out war vets, the latter living their dreams on 
the colors in their arms.

Kelli drove slowly past St. John's Tattoo Parlor. The name of the place 
always amused her. Must be the name of the owner, she thought, as she 
slowed to look at the artwork in the window.

The pale pink rose that she wanted tattooed on her ass, always caught her
eye as she drove by. This would be the place she decided.

If she went ahead with the tattoo.

If the nightmares would stop.

The connection was still too strong.

The subconscious desire to be tattooed, merged with a deeper subconscious
desire to be branded. To be someone's property. To be a submissive tattooed
and branded slut.

As she increased her sped and made it through the traffic light at 
Mission, she turned left and headed for the freeway entrance.

As she neared San Carmel, she pulled off on Valley Parkway and cruised 
through the drive up of Carlos Burgers. That session with Barbara Rush had 
made her hungry!

She was always aware of her thin figure however, and only ordered a salad
and skim milk. She was back on the freeway in minutes as she ran through 
the rest of her appointments in her head.

"Let's see, got that old shack over by the feed plant," she talked to 
herself above the radio's soft music.

"That ol' duffer will probably list when he gets a load of these legs," 
she smiled as she rubbed her thighs together.

"Then the McMurphys. The Irish always seem to have a knack for twisting 
the most out of you. I remember the moves Jim McMurphy put on me last year 
when they aborted their listing. When I didn't fuck him, he cancelled. 
Maybe I ought to let the Mrs. see him in action," her thoughts continued as
she wondered how she might get him into a compromising situation and have 
his wife find out about it.

As she pulled into the parking lot of The Henry Company she saw Laura 
Conway's car in the driveway.

"Good. My secretary's here."

Laura had been having some marital problems recently and Kelli could 
never know when she would or would not show up for work. She had a young 
baby also, and finding a sitter was always a chore.

Laura was important to Kelli and she counted on her being at work every 
day. Kelli wasn't successful in her career just from her actions in the 
field. Laura had access to the broker's computer, and always stole the hot 
leads for Kelli prior to even the broker knowing about it. As a result, her
success was assured.

Laura also was Kelli's newest acquisition. She was attracted to the other
young girl immediately when she applied for the job.

Dressed in a bush shirt, and shorts that showed her pretty legs, Kelli's 
stomach turned somersaults of lust as she wondered what Laura would be like
in bed.

It didn't take long for her to find out.

The second week of Laura's employment, Kelli had invited her over to her 
condominium on the pretense of helping her with some listing solicitation 
letters.

They enjoyed several bottles of wine as they hand addressed over two 
hundred envelopes, and both girls were giddy, yet tired from the effort.

Laura had been especially blue that day as her husband had come home very
late the night before with a present for her. She suspected he was cheating
on her, but couldn't prove it. They had not made love since the baby was 
born and that was over ten months ago.

Laura Conway was sad, frustrated and very, very horny.

Kelli went out in the kitchen to make some coffee to take the edge off 
all the wine they had been drinking and when she came back into the room 
she sat down beside Laura.

Kelli caught Laura looking. She sat up and faced her, with a dreamy look 
in her eyes. Laura wanted to kiss her soft cheek, caress her lovely hair in
her fingers.

Kelli was smiling at her. Laura looked to her lap suddenly.

"I… I'm sorry, Kelli, but I…"

Laura looked at her again and found her still smiling, waiting for her to
continue.

"I've never felt this way before," Laura said. "I feel sort of like the 
first time I was with a boy and I knew he was going to make out with me. 
Kiss me. Or pet with me," she continued.

Laura took a deep breath and leaned back on the couch. She didn't quite 
know what was going to happen to her, but she felt safe with Kelli and felt
ready to experience whatever she was about to show her.

Kelli Stroud reached into Laura's blouse and very deliberately cupped her
breasts. Her hard nipples grew even harder at the soft touch.

Her clit was throbbing now between her honeyed thighs and her pussy lips 
were already wet. Laura's whole body had anticipated Kelli's touch and it 
was ready for anything.

"Laura," she whispered in a husky voice. "Would you like to come to bed 
with me?"

Laura hesitated for just an instant and Kelli continued in that soothing 
voice.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I will take care of 
you in a way that you have never been taken care of before. Just trust me 
darling," she continued, her hands creating insistent pressure on Laura's 
nipples.

Laura was powerless to reply and weakly followed the young woman into the
bedroom.

Kelli took her secretary to the bed and slowly undressed her, wishing to 
savor every last moment of unveiling the new flesh she would make quiver 
and cum tonight.

As she slipped Laura's blouse off her shoulders, she ran her long fingers
over Laura's collar bone to the center of her naked throat. She then traced
a line down between her breasts. She bent forward slightly and opened her 
mouth to the beckoning nipple.

When she released the nipple, it stood hard and erect. She did the same 
thing to Laura's other nipple and the young girl's legs twitched in 
response.

Kelli unbuckled Laura's skirt and let it drop revealing two marvelously 
tanned and well shaped thighs. She pulled down her pantyhose and panties, 
leaving Laura standing there in only her high heels.

The pose was provocative and extremely sexy, and Kelli's own pussy 
started flowing.

Now Kelli took her own long skirt and blouse off and bared her naked 
flesh to Laura for the first time. When Laura saw her co-worker's long 
tanned shapely thighs, her beautiful tight breasts and hard nipples, she 
felt her stomach chum in hungered lust.

Kelli stepped close to Laura.

They wrapped their arms around each other's bare backs and pressed their 
breasts together, rubbing their hard nipples against each others.

They stood like that for a few moments, each hugging the other, 
trembling, sighing, not wishing for this first moment of lesbian contact to
end.

Finally, Kelli pulled back and ran both of her hands over Laura's hips 
and buttocks. Then she moved one hand around in front of the young girl and
ran her fingers between her pussy lips.

"You're wet!" Kelli softly whispered.

Her words brought a response from the young secretary as she pressed her 
naked flesh closer to Kelli's.

Laura could barely stand now, and her pussy was sopping and reaching for 
the fingers touching her there. Kelli was touching her so softly, so 
sensuously it was almost frustrating and her sexual hunger mounted rapidly.
She wanted Kelli Stroud more than anything she had ever wanted in her life.
She wanted her young boss lying naked beside her. She wanted to suck those 
beautiful breasts and nipples, and have her fingers deep in her cunt.

Kelli moved her backwards into the bedroom.

Laura's knees were bent over the side of the bed and Kelli was kneeling 
between her tanned thighs, her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth, 
licking her lips in open naked need. Laura knew what was coming next and 
whimpered in anticipation.

Kelli parted the young girls legs and stroked the insides of her thighs. 
Her light touch raised goose bumps on the downy skin and sent tingles 
running up and down Laura's spine. Her finger tips played lightly in the 
young girl's pubic hair and she blew softly on the rapidly wetting slit.

Then she began to kiss her thighs, licking now and then. Light, gentle 
kisses, unlike Laura had ever known. Kelli's face was incredibly soft and 
smooth as satin, a silken brush moving over her skin. Not like the hard 
stubble of her husband.

Kelli moved her large full lips up and down the young girl's legs with no
hint of going any further. Just as Laura was relaxing and letting herself 
completely enjoy this erotic experience, Kelli moved her open lips to the 
juicy cunt lips beckoning for her kiss.

Blowing warm air onto the pouting pink slit, Laura's clit became very 
hard and her hips moved involuntarily on the bed. Kelli's moans of pleasure
at taking this young girl for the first time rose in the room.

She pushed her tongue out and slid it between Laura's legs, and the young
girl's pussy muscles reached out and tried to grab that tantalizing tongue,
but couldn't quite grasp it. If the sensations flooding her body had not 
been so pleasurable, it would have been terribly frustrating for the young 
secretary.

Now Kelli licked where Laura's legs joined her hips, the crease that had 
been marked just minutes ago by her bikini panties. Her tongue was as 
strong as a finger and she pushed gently, yet insistently.

By now Laura was pushing her pussy up toward the beautiful girl with 
involuntary thrusts. Kelli's tongue found its way into the juicy cunt and 
Laura cried out in pleasure.

Quickly, Kelli buried her mouth in that sweet young pussy and was all 
over it at once. She licked the young girl's clit, then her pussy lips, dug
her tongue into her cunt for a minute and then back on the hard little 
clit. She ran her tongue all over the inner walls of Laura's sopping wet 
slit nibbling on the hard little nub, then running her tongue inside some 
more.

Laura's insides were on fire and her cute little butt was squirming under
the ministrations of the pretty real estate agent, now aggressively loving 
her in lesbian passion… She could hardly believe the sensations coursing 
through her body.

Then Kelli's fingers were working into her and thrusting them inside the 
sopping wet slit, slipping easily in as Laura's pussy juices wet the way.

She looked up over the young girl's stomach and Laura could hardly 
control herself seeing this beautiful woman looking into her eyes as her 
mouth worked feverishly in her gushing pussy. Her face flushed beet red 
with excitement and her tits were swollen and hard. Her clit throbbed like 
it never had before in her young life. She couldn't help herself now and 
knew it was too late to turn back as an orgasm started to shake deep within
her.

Laura was bucking on the bed like a bitch in heat. Her body was wet with 
perspiration and flushed. All of her muscles were tense.

And then it came.

She started to cum.

Her pussy started a series of spasms, clamping tightly on Kelli's 
fingers. She was moaning so much she wondered if she were crying.

Whimpering in pure animal lust at the pleasure going through her 
convulsing body.

Kelli was talking to her, urging her onward and even higher. Her word's 
of lust excited the writhing girl even more.

"Cum Laura. Cum hard on my mouth," Kelli murmured into Laura's pussy.

"Cum Laura, give it to me."

"Give me all your juices. Cum for me darling, oh please cum with your 
sweet young pussy juice into my mouth!"

Laura's moans became a scream of release and she could feel her body 
shaking violently as wave after wave of pussy cream flowed into Kelli's 
eagerly lapping tongue.

"Ooohhh Kelliiiii!!!!" Laura screamed as her thighs clamped even tighter 
around Kelli's head, urging her on even harder.

"Oh Kelli!!"

"I'm cummmingggg!!!!"

"Yes baby, cum for me!"

"Cum for your Kelli!"

"Cum hard!" Kelli mouthed into the juicing cunt.

"Release it baby. Let it flow!!"

"Cum Laura! Now!!" she screamed into the slippery petals as her finger 
slid under Laura's clenching buttocks and slipped into her asshole.

That was all it took.

A bone rattling orgasm shook the neglected young secretary as Kelli 
continued to eat her out for another ten minutes.

She brought her down slowly.

Shudder after shudder coursed threw Laura's body as Kelli licked her 
lightly, lovingly tenderly.

In the afterglow of their lovemaking, and on into the night, Kelli and 
Laura discussed even more plans to ensure that Kelli would stay the top 
agent in The Henry Company.

Laura was a rapt listener, and eagerly agreed to everything that Kelli 
proposed. She wanted to ensure that she experienced more of the same loving
that she experienced tonight.

Laura no longer cared where her marriage was going.

She might even have to divorce her husband.

She had read somewhere about lesbian couples having the children from one
of the partner's living with them. Perhaps this is what she would do with 
Kelli.

She didn't know if she was rushing things or letting her thoughts get way
ahead of her. Laura only knew that the beautiful young girl who ate her 
pussy tonight, gave her the best orgasms of her own young life and she 
wanted more of the same.

Much, much more.

After Kelli recovered from the seduction of yet another pretty girl, her 
thought about how she would handle it at work in case Laura had any second 
thoughts. She never knew how someone she had seduced would feel about 
lesbian lovemaking when they woke up the next morning.

Would Laura confess all to her husband. Kelli doubted that.

Would she be able to look at her at the office tomorrow? Kelli thought 
she would.

She was sure that the terrific orgasms she induced in the young girl were
not faked.

What if she ever got tired of Laura, or found someone else?

Kelli didn't have to worry about any of these things, as Laura's thoughts
of giving back to her new lover what she had just received, encompassed all
her waking thoughts and dream filled sequences. Laura didn't know just how 
much she had given over her soul to Kelli, in lesbian lust and love.

And how much she would extract in return.

***

Ed Lopat had just left Barbara Rush's house in disgust. "That cunt has 
beaten me out of a listing for the last time," he angrily muttered to 
himself as he slammed his car door and gunned the car down the street.

Ed Lopat could not understand how Mrs. Rush could pass his low commission
opportunity by. He further couldn't understand how she could pass HIM by. 
He had made sure to wear his tightest slacks today, and his ten inch cock 
bulged very noticeably in his crotch as he took care to always face Mrs. 
Rush during his listing presentation.

"Weren't all these housewives horny?" he thought as he drove onto the 
freeway ramp at seventy miles an hour.

Ed Lopat could never have known how Mrs. Rush's horniness was taken care 
of in the hour before he arrived. He would never know. His anger at losing 
this latest listing to Kelli Stroud and her fucking The Henry Company, 
spurred him on to even higher speed. As his turbo Porsche hit the oil slick
left from a recent light rain, it flipped over six times on the way to the 
other side of the freeway ramming head on into a ready mix truck barreling 
along the opposite way at sixty five miles an hour.

***

The nightmare continued.

The leather mask was suffocating her as she struggled in vain against the
ropes holding her arms to her side.

The branding iron seared her buttocks again as she screamed until she was
hoarse.

She slumped against her bonds, only to be awakened by a pail of cold 
water splashed on her naked torso. The cold against the searing heat caused
her to jerk in agony.

"Now, my dear, the petals have a deep red to them. I had to mark them 
twice," the woman's voice came from somewhere outside the discipline 
helmet.

She couldn't see who was tormenting her flesh so badly. But the voice 
sounded familiar.

Her mouth had been filled with a wadded pad so that her agonizing screams
would be muffled. She had been screaming so horribly from each touch of the
white hot poker, that her cries were now raspy and hoarse. She didn't need 
to be gagged any longer.

She would not have been heard if she wanted.

"You do like my tattoo, don't you darling?" The voice continued.

In her agonized state, Kelli couldn't quite make it out. She only knew 
that she had done a terrible wrong to someone, and now they were making her
pay.

Ssssssssss…

She could hear the bellows heating up again as her body broke out in a 
fresh wave of perspiration.

She jerked and trembled.

Her knees went weak.

She could feel the overpowering smell of burnt flesh in the room.

She wanted to cry out that she wanted a tattoo, but not this kind.

She couldn't utter a sound.

She wanted to be branded.

Or did she?

Her thoughts became more confused as she felt a soft hand caress her 
upper thighs.

"Ah, a perfect spot for the stem. Maybe a few small marks for the thorns.
We can't have a rose tattoo without a few thorns now, can we Kelli?" The 
woman's voice rose in the hot room.

Kelli started to cry.

Her tears turned to a torrent as she felt the heat of the poker approach 
the tender backsides of her upper thighs.

She tried to move away from the heat.

But couldn't.

Sssssssssssss…

"Aaaagggllmmmppphjhhhhhh!!!!" her muffled screams renewed.

***

She startled Laura as she bolted straight up in bed.

"Kelli!"

"Kelli!!" Laura shouted, shaking her young boss.

"Kelli, wake up!!"

Kelli started to open her eyes.

She turned and grabbed onto Laura for dear life.

"Kelli, darling, you're only having a bad dream," Laura spoke as she felt
the girl clinging onto her.

"Ohhhhmmmmph," Kelli slumped against Laura's breasts as she realized she 
was awake.

Her hand instinctively went to her buttocks under her short nightie and 
felt for the branding marks.

There were none.

"Oh God Laura. It was horrible."

Or was it?

Kelli Stroud felt her panties damp again.

The nightmare had caused another orgasm while she dreamed of the hellish 
pain.

***

As the marketing of their home started in earnest, Barbara and Craig Rush
became increasingly hostile to each other. Craig wanted his wife out of the
house. Barbara had no place to go.

For the life of her, Barbara Rush never could understand why her husband 
has insisted on a divorce. She always heard that men hit a mid life crisis 
and supposed that is what was happening to Craig.

She never did have concrete evidence of his infidelity so she just 
continued to take the abuse both verbal, and now physical, that her husband
heaped on her each time they got under the same roof.

"Maybe he's flipped out?" Barbara thought to herself as she awakened.

"Maybe Craig should seek psychiatric help," her thoughts continued as she
showered and dressed for a day out of the house.

Kelli had called her early and said that four potential buyers wished to 
see the house today, and rather than sit around while some namby pamby 
people picked her house apart to set her up for a low offer, Barbara 
decided a day at the beach would do her good.

She hadn't been out to Del Mar in ages it seemed, and the white hot sand,
and azure sky seemed to be beckoning her.

She dressed casually wearing a halter top and cut offs, and admired her 
maturing, yet very attractive body as she placed a pair of pumps on her 
feet.

"Sexy as hell," she thought. "Maybe I'll attract one of those young stud 
lifeguards," she continued as she drove over the Del Dios highway to Del 
Mar.

As she drove through the serene countryside on the way from San Carmel to
the coast, her thoughts wandered back again to her meeting with Kelli to 
list the house. Without being aware of it, she felt a wetness between her 
thighs and her pussy tingled as the remembrance of that pretty girl's warm 
sucking mouth on her clit.

Barbara Rush? she asked herself, are you really a lesbian?

Spreading out her towel near the lifeguard station she exchanged looks 
with the handsome bronzed young man sitting high above her. He seemed to be
oblivious to the comings and goings immediately around him, as his eyes 
seemed to be fixed in a perpetual stare out to sea.

Of course that didn't stop him from checking out all the hard bodies that
walked near his station. He did it in such a detached way.

Barbara Rush felt a heat inside of her that her body could still attract 
the looks from young men. She immediately felt a second twinge of pleasure 
at this new thought going through her.

CHAPTER THREE

As she sunned herself, she thought she saw the lifeguard beckon with his 
eyes towards the door under the wooden platform.

After several attempts, Barbara was sure he was motioning for her to go 
inside.

Her pussy started flowing at what she thought would happen next, and 
slowly, very seductively, she got up from her blanket and brushed the loose
sand that had blown onto her. She walked with a hip swaying gait the few 
steps to the door, and felt the lifeguard's eyes boring into her.

God, I feel so sexy, she thought as her hand turned the knob.

It wasn't but seconds until she heard the door opening behind her, and 
the bronzed boy stepped in.

"Hi!" he said in a casual way. "What's your name?"

"Barbara."

"Pleased to meet you Barbara," he said sticking out his hand to grasp 
hers.

Barbara felt weak in the knees as his blue eyes looked right into her 
very soul. She knew, he knew, she was horny and needed a thick hard cock.

"I, uh…" she started.

"Don't say a thing," he said as he reached for the waistband of his 
trunks and swiftly pulled them off.

His massive cock was already hard and a drop of pre cum glistened in the 
light coming through the wooden slats.

Barbara felt a rush of pure hot lust go through her body and without 
another word dropped to her knees and immediately engulfed the thick cock.

"Oooh, yes baby, suck it!" the lifeguard said.

"I knew you were ready for something the minute I laid eyes on you this 
morning. What's the matter Barbara, not getting enough at home?" he 
smilingly asked.

Barbara couldn't answer and struck with an urgent need to taste this 
young boy's seed, was sucking and licking the hard gristle as fast as she 
could. He was so big for a young man, that this spurred her on all the 
more. Her lips and tongue worked their way over and around the thick meat 
filling her mouth as she alternately deep throated him, then sucked around 
the shaft with her open lips.

The lifeguard's hands tightened in her hair as he moved her head over and
around his cock, placing the suctioning mouth where he would get the most 
pleasure.

Barbara's mouth went down to his balls, feeling them as hard as chestnuts
as she sucked first one, then the other into her mouth.

"Unnnmmmph," the boy groaned as Barbara licked his balls.

"Oh God, that feels so good, keep going," he continued as Barbara pulled 
the cock back into her lips.

"Oh yes baby, keep that up. You're going to make me cum. I'm going to 
give you a load of hot cum right in that mouth of yours. Oooohhh!"

The slurping sounds of Barbara's mouth mingled with the young boys groans
of pleasure and she could feel his cock begin to tremble getting ready to 
shoot into her mouth. As she licked the meat furiously now, the lifeguard 
held her head tightly and pushed his thick cock deep into her mouth, 
spurting stream after stream of his thick white cream into Barbara's mouth,
spraying some on her face as she moved to lap up every drop.

"Oh God, I need to be fucked!" she moaned, as the lifeguard pulled his 
cock out of her mouth. It was still semi hard, and she couldn't believe how
big he was.

"Give it to me, please give it to me. I need it so bad. Please, fuck me,"
Barbara practically begged, holding onto the shaft with one hand, as her 
mouth kissed the muscular sweaty thighs in front of her face.

"Please fuck me?" she pleaded.

The lifeguard was spent, and knew he couldn't get it up again right away.

"Later," he said, as he pulled up his trunks and as quickly as he entered
the shack, he was gone.

Barbara was left panting on her knees, her pussy on fire with the need to
be fucked. Her face dotted with splotches of the young man's cum. She 
licked every trace of it off of her lips as she collapsed in the sand, her 
hands between her thighs, grasping her pussy tightly. She was so 
frustrated.

As she left the lifeguard tower she looked up to see him one more time, 
but he seemed to not even notice she was there. He had had his fill and now
was searching the sand for another. No, he wasn't going to fuck her, 
Barbara realized as she picked up her things to move further on down the 
beach.

Still frustrated, Barbara found a quiet little alcove where the surf 
played against the rocks. The sand was warm, and the wind was cut off by 
the outcropping. She laid back down again, and thought of her situation up 
to this point.

No good husband. A woman teaching her a very exciting way to make love. A
house that had to be sold. Christ, she couldn't even be in her own house 
right now as strangers were coming to look it over like vultures, she 
thought.

She stayed on the beach for a couple of hours, and hoped for a second go 
around with the lifeguard.

He had more than one girl to check out it seemed as every so often the 
door under his stand would open and a disheveled woman would step out.

What a stud. He must have fucked half the beach today, Barbara thought as
she packed her things and walked to the car.

She stopped at the old Del Mar Fairgrounds and walked around the empty 
stands.

She and Craig had spent many a happy hour here and waves of longing, 
confusion and nostalgia crept into her again.

She quickly returned to her car and started back over the highway.

The good and the bad side of her situation turned over and over in her 
head as she drove the two lane road back to Rancho Cordova.

As she turned into her driveway, another wave of sadness fell over 
Barbara Rush, seeing the For Sale sign swinging in the evening breeze.

Entering the front door, she spied a pile of realtors business cards, 
left by all the agents who had shown her house today.

Taped to her refrigerator was a note.

Call me when you get home, love – Kelli.

Picking up the telephone, Barbara's heart skipped a beat. Did the house 
have an offer already?

The way this market was going, homes were selling in two to three days 
after they were listed, and she just was not mentally prepared to have to 
move right away.

She forgot that even if an offer came in, it would have to meet her and 
Craig's asking price, and that if that worked, then an escrow period would 
take another sixty or so days.

She really had lots of time to adjust to her situation, but all thoughts 
were concentrated on the neat script as Kelli picked up the phone.

"The Henry Company," came the light voice.

"Kelli. Kelli Stroud, please," Barbara asked.

"One moment."

"This is Kelli, may I help you?"

"Hi lover, got your note," Barbara said.

Kelli's tone took on a sterner demeanor as she replied. "Why hello Mrs. 
Rush, thanks for calling me back."

"Wha… what's the matter Kelli?" Barbara asked, not sure of what she said.
She had expected Kelli to greet her with enthusiasm, but she acted like 
they were almost strangers.

"I have some important details of your listing to discuss with you Mrs. 
Rush. Will you be home this evening?" Kelli continued.

"Yes."

"Good. Would early evening or late evening be better for you?"

"Early."

"Six o'clock or seven o'clock?"

"Why six, Kelli. Wh…"

Kelli cut her off.

"Thank you, Mrs. Rush, I'll see you at six o'clock then," Kelli said as 
she hung up the telephone.

Across the office, Laura's finger silently pressed down on the plastic 
receiver knob, as she also hung up.

The greeting she heard Mrs. Rush give Kelli, was more than just a client 
to customer greeting.

She wondered if Kelli was involved with Mrs. Rush, the way she was 
involved with her. If she could find out, and get something on her boss, 
she would ensure not only her job stability, but perhaps her love life as 
well.

There was again, no mistaking how much she had enjoyed the sexual 
experience with Kelli Stroud, and how much she wanted more of it. Laura 
didn't want anyone else coming between them.

***

"Now Kelli, I am going to tattoo your soft breasts," the voice intoned as
a rattle of instruments banged somewhere in the room…

"As I tattoo each breast I am going to pay particular attention at trying
to draw a large rose petal on your nipples."

"If my hand stays steady, you will have a most beautiful tattoo. If you 
move or react in any way to my needle, your nipples might be disfigured, do
you understand me?" the voice continued.

"Are you ready to receive your breast tattoos?"

Submissively Kelli nodded her head 'yes'.

A sweat broke out on her upper lip, and her body tensed at the pain she 
knew the needle would make in her soft, sensitive breast flesh.

Ssssssss…

"Aaaaagghhhhh!!!!!"

The young girls body jerked against her bonds in agony as the needle 
pierced her flesh. Only it felt larger than a needle. It felt like the end 
of a white hot poker.

Sssssssssssss… Sssssssssssss…

"Oooooh God! I can't stand it!!!!!"

"Please, have mercy. No more!!!!"

Two searing touches seared her nipples.

Kelli's agony continued as her breasts felt as though they would be 
mutilated beyond all healing.

Hot fire raced through her convulsing body as the pain started to take 
over and her pussy started flowing, the pain becoming arousal of need, as 
the punishing instrument did its work in marking her tender breasts.

Ssssssssss… Sssssssss…

"Ooooohhhhh aaaa aggghhhh!!!!!!" Her terrified scream tore out of her 
throat.

A thin line of searing flame crossed her breasts as the branding iron 
again tattooed her naked flesh.

Kelli's body convulsed again, this time in orgasm at the sweetest pain 
she could ever have imagined from her painful branding consumed her lithe 
punished body.

The branding continued for another half hour as her tormentor took her 
sweet time in laying the red hot, then white hot metal in exactly the 
places that would make her pretty captive experience the most pain.

And the most pleasure.

Kelli passed out as her breasts were seared time after time until she 
could stand no more.

***

"I wonder why she seemed so stand-offish?" Barbara thought as she 
replaced the receiver.

Right before she hung up she thought she had heard another click on the 
line, but wasn't sure. Her imagination had been working overtime after 
Craig's last accusations about her cheating on him.

She couldn't get the goods on him, and she was paranoid that he might 
find out about her liaisons with the two women that had just come into her 
life.

The divorce would be all one sided, no matter how much he had abused her 
over the years. If it ever came out in court that she had participated in 
more than one lesbian affair, she could kiss off any kind of meaningful 
settlement.

Kelli knocked on Barbara's door at exactly six o'clock.

"Hello Kelli," Barbara said softly, not sure of Kelli's intentions.

"Hello Barbara," Kelli replied, quickly stepping into the foyer.

"Sorry I had to be so short with you on the telephone, I think that 
someone in the office has been monitoring my telephone calls, and I just 
can't be too careful."

Barbara breathed a sigh of relief.

Kelli walked into the living room with her, and they spread the contract 
work out on the coffee table.

"Barb, when we listed your home, we expected it to sell in under the 
average market time, but it seems that in these first two days, the 
feedback I am getting from the other agents tells me that it is going to 
take a lot longer."

"And more expensive," she added quickly. "It seems your husband has been 
calling the agents who showed your home, and made various threats and just 
plain harassed them about their work. No agent likes a seller who will not 
cooperate, and as a result, several have called me and said they will 
refuse to show your house."

"As you know, most homes in Rancho Cordova are sold by an agent other 
than the listing agent, and most again, don't even work for the same 
broker. You understand how our Multiple Listing Service works, don't you?"

Barbara was getting confused, as she dully nodded her head in agreement.

"Anyway," Kelli continued, "My broker has asked me to increase the 
commission percentage to ten percent, rather than our customary six percent
real estate fee."

"I've got the necessary papers right here so if you'd please sign them, 
we can get on to other things."

She winked at the older woman.

At these last words, Barbara's pussy started to wet itself as she thought
she knew just what 'other things' Kelli was talking about.

Hope she buys my story. Kelli thought.

Kelli Stroud had not become a success by being a droll, stupid plodding 
sales person.

She was cunning, wily and absolutely cut throat in her business manners, 
and finding an excuse to boost the commission rate was one of her favorite 
methods to turn an eighteen thousand dollar commission into a thirty 
thousand dollar one.

Barbara was both confused, hurt and angry that Craig would attempt to 
hurt her this way. Why wouldn't he just go away, she thought as she turned 
to pick up the pen Kelli's hand offered.

"Good," Kelli said as she inspected the papers to make sure Barbara had 
signed them correctly.

"Just don't worry Barbara, I'll take care of everything. With the added 
incentive of an extra bonus, every agent in the county will be wanting to 
sell your house."

"And," she continued, "Craig really is paying for it anyway as the sales 
commission comes out of the proceeds from any offers you get."

She continued the lie.

"Now, Barbara, about your calling me at the office. My personal life is 
very treasured by me, and if any one at the office got wind that you and I 
were anything more than agent and client, it could be very difficult for 
me."

"If you do call, for God's sake, don't use any endearing phrases like 
'dear' or 'darling', got it?" she continued.

Kelli shuffled the papers and put them in her attache case, snapping the 
gold clip with authority. Barbara was in such a state of confusion she was 
totally unprepared for what happened next.

"Barbara, darling, I want you to remember what I just told you and I have
a way of enforcing your memory," Kelli said as she tightened her grip on 
the older woman's arm.

"Come over my lap, darling."

Barbara Rush saw this happening as though in a dream as she submissively 
laid herself over the young girl's lap, her stomach resting on Kelli's 
gorgeous thighs. For some reason, her pussy started to tingle.

"Now, Barbara, when is the last time you've been spanked?"

"Wha…?" Barbara couldn't answer as a lump caught in her throat.

"You heard me. When is the last time you've been spanked?"

"Oh, Kelli," she said as she turned her face up to see the younger girl, 
"I haven't been spanked since I was a child. Wha… what are you going to 
do?" she asked, her voice quavering.

"Are you going to spank me?" her voice trembled.

"Just a little reminder dear, of how to properly conduct yourself. A 
loving act of discipline I call it. You do want to remain my close friend 
don't you?"

The older woman was so vulnerable she would have done anything the young 
girl asked her. It had been a long time since someone cared enough about 
her to properly discipline her.

And the thought of this beautiful young woman spanking her, started a 
rush of sexual excitement between her twitching thighs.

"I'm going to give you a spanking," Kelli continued, her hands moving 
gently over the older woman's buttocks sliding Barbara's skirt over the 
gentle hills up to the small of her back.

"Oh!" a small cry of surprise escaped Barbara's lips.

The older woman couldn't believe it but she actually just experienced a 
pre orgasmic shudder as her pussy started to lubricate hearing the young 
girl's words. She was rapidly getting aroused!

Kelli slid the woman's panties carefully over the perfect white curves of
her ass cheeks, and marveled how an older woman could keep them so tight. 
She was exciting to look at.

Sliding the panties down her legs and over her pumps, Kelli tossed them 
on the floor, then leaned over to pick them up again.

"My, my Barbara, getting a little excited? I think you've stained your 
panty crotch with your pussy juice."

"Am I making you wet?"

"Or is the anticipation of getting a spanking while over the lap of a 
pretty young girl doing it?" she continued.

Barbara's crotch ground against Kelli's thighs as she sighed in pleasure 
at the girl's touch and words. She WAS getting extremely turned on.

"I think you need to have these over your head while I spank you," Kelli 
said, taking the woman's panties and pulling them over her head so that her
damp crotch was placed against Barbara's nose and mouth.

"I want you to inhale your pussy juice smell, Barbara, as I give you your
spanking."

"Don't worry darling, I'm just going to give you a light spanking 
tonight."

"Just a reminder."

Kelli's thighs started to rub together and she could feel her own cunt 
getting wet.

"I'm going to give you a bare hand spanking dear. If I ever have to 
repeat this, I will use a hairbrush, do you understand?"

The older woman nodded her head, already dizzy with the thrills coursing 
through her body at the bizarre submission scene she was now willingly 
participating in.

WHACK!

Kelli's palm came down hard on Barbara's right ass cheek, leaving a palm 
print as she pulled it away.

She rubbed lightly over the print.

WHACK!!

Her palm now hit the woman's left ass cheek with more force, leaving a 
matching palm print.

She rubbed over the two red marks very lightly.

Barbara was twitching more now, her thighs parted slightly as she moved 
on the young girl's lap.

"I want you to count the spanks, Barbara," Kelli said.

WHACK!

"One," Barbara softly said.

"I can't hear you?"

WHACK!!!

"Two!" Barbara said louder.

WHACK! WHACK!!

"Three. Four." Barbara's bottom began to sting.

"Now, as I continue your spanking darling, I want you to count each spank
and then say 'thank you Kelli', are you ready?"

The older woman's head nodded and the panties over her head sucked into 
her mouth and nostrils as she took a deep breath.

"Good, I'll begin all over then."

A soft groan came from Barbara's lips.

"And I don't want to hear one whimper or cry from you Barbara. You 
deserve this spanking, and if I hear any noise coming from your mouth I 
will just have to start over."

WHACK!

"One. Thank you Kelli."

WHACK!!

"Two. Thank you Kelli."

WHACK!!

"Owww! Three. Thank you Kelli."

"Now Barbara, let's begin again and see if you can get it right this 
time," Kelli said as Barbara let out her yelp of pain.

She started spanking the woman harder now, and Barbara Rush submissively 
let her buttocks be whacked, counting each stroke that Kelli delivered with
her palm. Barbara remembered to thank her for each spanking as Kelli really
got into it.

WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!!!

"Seventy five…"

"Thank you Kelli."

"Seventy six…"

"Thank you Kelli."

"Seventy seven…"

"Thank you Kelli," the older woman was sobbing softly now with the pain 
of her spanking. She couldn't help herself, and more importantly, she 
couldn't help getting very wet between her legs as the spanking was really 
turning her on.

Kelli reached between Barbara's thighs and softly stroked her wet slit, 
rubbing the nub of her clitoris, then sliding her finger up into the 
woman's juicy open cunt.

She continued the spanking with her other hand.

At the hundredth stroke of her palm on the beet red cheeks, Barbara was 
thrashing wildly on Kelli's fingers, cumming against her hand.

The pain had turned to erotic pleasure.

The spanking drew an orgasm out from the very depths of the older woman's
toes, over her calves, up her thighs and out her pussy to the tip of her 
sensitive clit.

Kelli was so turned on by the power she had over this woman that she 
pushed her roughly from her lap. She held on to her head, guiding it 
between her legs. She pulled Barbara's whimpering mouth onto her slit.

Barbara's tear filled eyes looked up beseechingly at her young dominatrix
as her lips opened and her tongue slid into Kelli's juicy cunt. A moan of 
desire escaped her mouth as her tongue started to work deeply into the 
pretty young girl's opening.

Kelli leaned back to enjoy the erotic sight, and feelings of Barbara's 
expert tongue lashing in her pussy.

It looked so sexy, the older woman on her knees in front of her, head 
bowed between Kelli's thighs, her punished buttocks very red from the 
spanking she had just received, moving on her knees as she buried her face 
in the wet slit.

"Yes, Barbara, that's it," Kelli sighed.

"Show me how sorry you are for not having more discretion."

"Yes baby, show me how you like this reward I'm giving you," she 
continued.

"Oh, Barbara, do you like eating my pussy?"

"Ysssmmmphfiff," the older woman replied, her mouth not leaving the 
wonderful taste it now loved.

"Ysmphf… Ysmphf… Ysmphf!!!" Barbara mouthed into the cunt as she shook 
her head up and down vigorously.

Barbara kissed Kelli's cunt lips, just like she was kissing her mouth. It
was very, very sexy as her mouth placed a soft kiss directly on the two 
puffed lips of her young lover.

She French kissed the dripping gash, and moved her mouth more on the 
lips.

She sucked each vagina lip into her mouth, first one, then left to the 
other.

Then her lips were encircling Kelli's clit as the young real estate agent
threw her thighs wide open, and lifted her legs into the air. Kelli was 
cumming hard now against Barbara's mouth and her pussy let forth a torrent 
of cum cream into Barbara's mouth.

"Yes slave, you have learned your lesson well," Kelli sighed as another 
orgasm shook threw her body.

"Yes Barbara, I think I just might keep you as my lesbian sex slave after
your divorce is final and we get this house sold," the girl lied.

Barbara was so thankful the young girl forgave her, and even more 
thankful she had spanked her needy bottom.

She would always be Kelli Stroud's slave now.

She knew it.

She would be her lesbian sex slave forever.

She lapped once more at Kelli's cunt, to lick up the last remaining drops
of her mistress's pussy juice.

Barbara Rush had entered a new world of sexual fulfillment. It was unlike
anything she had ever experienced in her life.

And, she wanted more.

Much more.

CHAPTER FOUR

Over the next few weeks, Kelli had Barbara repeat her submissive scene 
many times. She especially loved it when Barbara's new sexual awakening 
made her cry out and beg for a hard hairbrush spanking first, and then a 
severe whipping!

"Harder, Kelli, harder!" Barbara would moan as Kelli's palm slapped her 
globes with abandon.

"Spank me harder!!"

"Whip me!!"

"Please?"

The entreaty was moaned in agony more than once by the older woman.

And Kelli gladly obliged.

"Oh, hurt me Mistress Kelli," Barbara Rush finally shouted one night as 
Kelli was whipping her buttocks. She had fallen into that deep submissive 
state that only those whose overwhelming need to serve, seem to get to.

Later, she would wonder how she had got there.

Was she born this way?

Or, was it the abuse suffered over the years at the hand of her husband 
Craig?

Barbara never would find the answer she sought.

She just knew what she was, and what she needed from this gorgeous young 
creature who knew how to draw the deepest orgasms she had ever experienced 
in her life.

Her body became a tool for Kelli's lust driven passions.

***

Kelli was day dreaming, during an office staff meeting, about her last 
rendezvous with Barbara when she heard the broker calling her name.

He wanted a status report on all her listings and wanted to congratulate 
her on getting the increased commission on the Rush's home.

Kelli dutifully acknowledged the broker's praise, and more than one pair 
of jealous eyes darted into her as several other agents squirmed when it 
came their time to report.

Kelli Stroud still was not making friends at the office but what did she 
care. She had money, a ton of business, her secretary's lesbian love, and 
Barbara Rush as her lesbian sex slave.

She was in seventh heaven.

She was getting such satisfaction from fulfilling Barbara's needs that 
she had not paid too much attention to Laura.

She didn't know that even though Laura was young, she was as conniving as
Kelli. She began to follow her around in the evening, coming to the Rush 
home after Kelli, and listening to the sounds of passion coming from the 
bedroom windows.

And the harsher sounds of leather striking naked flesh.

As Laura stood outside the window, she took several photographs of the 
lesbian sex slave scene, and was especially careful to make sure both 
Barbara's face and Kelli's were prominent.

It wasn't difficult to make out either of the woman's faces.

On this particular night, Barbara Rush was tied with her hands above her 
head, attached to a hook in the ceiling, as Kelli, in thigh high leather 
boots and nothing else, wielded a long bullwhip which curled around the 
agonized woman's breasts. Laura quickly stole away from the house as the 
screams of the whipped woman echoed in her ears.

Laura arrived early at the office the following day, and caught Kelli 
coming through the door.

"Uh, Kelli, do you have a minute?"

"No, Laura, I have appointments back to back this morning and I've got to
get ready for them."

"Uh, Kelli, I really need to talk to you." Laura continued.

"Not now, Laura," Kelli answered with just a hint of annoyance in her 
voice.

Kelli continued towards her desk, with Laura right behind her. Bringing 
her hand out from behind her back, Laura tossed the Polaroid shots she had 
taken the night before onto Kelli's desk.

"I said, I needed to talk with you."

Kelli took just a micro second to regain her composure. There was no 
mistaking the subjects in the photos, nor the activities being performed.

"So?" she coolly answered.

"I think that you and I need to have a long talk Kelli. You know that 
Rick and I are breaking up, and well, I need to have some security. How 
about I forget I've got these photos and you give me half of all you 
commissions from now on."

Kelli was not about to give in to this extortion, and thought quickly.

"Tell you what Laura, why don't we get together tonight and discuss it 
further. I really don't have time for your shit right now." She hoped her 
brisk attitude would put Laura in her place.

"Well, okay, if you absolutely have to," she replied.

"I do. Tell you what, why don't you come over to my place tonight, say 
around eight o'clock? We haven't been together for awhile anyway, and oh 
Laura, I just don't know what to say," Kelli said, feigning that she was 
insecure about this.

On the contrary, Kelli would just have to deal with Laura like she dealt 
with everyone else in the world. Cold. Strict. No mercy. She was not about 
to let this little snip of a girl get ANY advantage over her.

"Okay Laura? At eight?" Kelli asked.

"Okay Kelli, see you then," the young secretary smiled as she walked back
to her desk. She thought she had Kelli Stroud just where she wanted her.

After Laura had returned to her desk, Kelli made a quick series of phone 
calls, and returned to her work. She had too many appointments to finish 
them in time to prepare for Laura's visit. And, the phone calls she just 
made, would make her work day even shorter.

She ate a quick lunch at the Keg Barn Deli, wolfing down her pasta salad 
as she spent a few minutes planning the rest of the evening.

After two more drive by appraisals, one showing in south San Carmel, and 
a quick stop at the printer to drop off some advertising, Kelli turned into
her driveway, tired, yet a sense of exhilaration filling her as she went 
into the house.

"A nice relaxing bath ought to perk me up," she said to herself as she 
drew the bath water.

She took her time scrubbing herself, then let the waters course around 
her tired flesh, as she took a catnap.

The doorbell chimed just as she finished toweling herself, and slipped on
a sexy camisole.

"Hello Barbara," Kelli smiled as she greeted the woman, swinging her oak 
front door open wide. "Glad you are on time."

Barbara Rush wondered why Kelli had been so insistent on her arriving at 
seven o'clock. She usually didn't request her presence until eight.

As Kelli quickly bound her wrists behind her as was now the accepted 
practice immediately when Barbara arrived. The woman knelt in front of her,
and after having her wrists securely tied, obediently placed the required 
ten kisses of 'hello' on the tops of Kelli's bare feet, thighs and vagina.

As always, Barbara Rush was captivated by the delicate curve of Kelli's 
instep as she bent in submission, her lips lightly touching the delicate 
flesh.

As she finished kissing the girl's feet, she worked her mouth up the 
ivory pillars of Kelli's thighs, and groaned in need after finishing the 
soft placement of those welcoming kisses, and moved her mouth to say 
'hello' to her mistress's vagina.

This ritual rite of submission excited the older woman beyond belief.

After the required rite was completed, Kelli helped Barbara to her feet 
and guided her by her bound arms up the stairs to the bedroom. Seating her 
on the edge of the king sized bed, she removed the woman's shoes, nylons, 
skirt and started to unbutton her blouse.

"I don't want to ruin this nice blouse Barbara, so I'm going to untie 
your wrists for a moment and take it off."

"Yes Kelli."

"Don't move."

"Yes Kelli," her voice simmered with barely checked passion.

Quickly she untied the older woman's wrists and removed her blouse. 
Barbara was not wearing a bra and Kelli paused for just a moment to kiss 
her nipples, bringing them quickly to hardness.

Barbara Rush didn't move, even though the instant pleasure Kelli's lips 
brought, made her want to squirm and thrust her breasts all the way in to 
the pretty mouth.

"I think you'll need more stringent restraint tonight darling, so I'm 
going to handcuff you. Arms behind your back please," her voice was low and
seductive.

Submissively, Barbara complied.

Click. Click. The handcuffs ratcheted home, and Barbara tested their 
tightness moving her wrists slightly.

Kelli stood Barbara up and walked her over to the large walk-in closet, 
opened the door and roughly shoved her inside.

Taking a length of adhesive tape, she cut a strip and placed it over the 
woman's lips, sealing off any sounds of protest. She took several short 
lengths of rope and tied the woman's ankles and thighs together, then 
placed a leather leash around her neck, buckling it snugly.

Taking another length of rope, Kelli wound it through a ring in the leash
and affixed the other end to the bar running the length of the closet. 
Barbara Rush was tightly bound, and wondered what was to come next.

Kelli produced a leather discipline helmet and pulled it over the woman's
head. Barbara could smell the leather, and her pussy lubricated again. 
Kelli finished buckling the various straps and zipped the mouth opening 
closed.

Barbara Rush was cocooned in a world of leather, shutting out sight and 
sound.

"I'll see you in a little while, darling," Kelli said as she shut off the
light and started to close the door.

"Oh, almost forgot," she added, matter-of-factly, rummaging through her 
bondage devices.

Picking up a ten inch vibrating dildo, she pushed it into Barbara's 
juicing pussy, and secured it tightly with a leather belt. Turning the knob
to high speed, Kelli closed the door.

"Enjoy your bondage darling, I'll be back in a little while."

Barbara's knees started to buckle at the immediate intense pleasure 
creeping into her pussy as the dildo did its work. She was powerless to do 
anything but stand in her rigorous position and let her pussy spasm in wave
after wave of sensuous feelings.

Kelli went back down the steps smiling to herself.

"That ought to keep her for awhile. Boy, for an old broad, she sure got 
into this scene fast!"

"That traitorous little cunt ought to be here soon," her thoughts 
continued, as she turned down the lights.

"Blackmail me, will she!" her anger started rising again, as she heard a 
knock at the back door.

It was seven thirty.

"He's right on time," she thought as she opened the door.

"Hi baby! I was sure glad to hear from you, is she here yet?" Craig 
Rush's eyes gleamed as he walked into the kitchen, his voice tinged with 
his barely concealed excitement.

"She's upstairs right now," Kelli replied.

"She's rather preoccupied at the moment if you get my drift, but don't 
worry Craig, this'll be a night you'll long remember."

Kelli had called Craig earlier in the day and told him he needed to meet 
with her about the sale of their house. When they met, Kelli reminded him 
that for not fighting the increased commission, she would give him an 
experience that he would never forget.

She knew he was into B amp;D from the magazines she had seen in his night
stand when she first inspected the house to list it.

Craig was more than happy to pay an increased fee if he could for once 
participate in the scene his wife had always refused to try.

This was one of the reasons for their divorce.

When he heard Kelli's plan, and found out it included Barbara, he would 
have agreed to paying twenty percent! Kelli didn't push her luck though. 
She did enjoy the sex scenes as much as she enjoyed making money, so this 
would be the best of all worlds.

"Go into the living room and make yourself comfortable Craig," Kelli 
said.

"Just find a chair in the corner, where the light is not too bright. 
You're going to love the first part of this."

"The other girl should be here at eight, and I'll start with her. Then, 
we'll get them both going," she smiled as the man settled himself in an 
over-stuffed chair.

"Care for a drink?" she asked him as he got comfortable. "I've just 
restocked the bar, so you name it, I'll fix it."

"Scotch and water would be great Kelli."

"Coming up!"

After Kelli had made Craig the drink, she sipped a small shot of brandy, 
as it mellowed her out much better than good grass ever did.

She was not a heavy drinker by any measure, and dope just was not her 
thing. Too many crazies doing it, was Kelli's overriding reason, so she 
just stuck with the legal stuff.

As Craig relaxed to await the next participant, Kelli went into the 
kitchen and brought back a bag of long grain rice. She spread a handful 
around the foyer, and swept it into a small square. It blended almost 
perfectly with the light Italian marble flooring.

Smiling, she went into the living room and sat on the couch, anticipating
the evening to come.

"What was that all about?" Craig asked with a bewildered look.

"You'll see," Kelli smiled. "It's a little surprise I've prepared for my 
guest."

That little bitch! her thoughts went unspoken.

"Come on in Laura," Kelli smiled at the young girl as she stepped into 
the foyer.

She was dressed in her sexiest miniskirt, and a revealing halter top. 
Always the sexpot, Laura Conway wore the stiletto ankle strapped heels that
showed her young legs off to the maximum. She looked the perfect picture of
everybody's high school sweetheart.

The young girl was very, very sexy, no doubt about it.

Laura almost lost her balance as she stepped on the rice, and Kelli's arm
shot out to grab her.

"Wha…" she started to say, choking on her words.

"Are you all right Laura?" Kelli feigned surprise.

"That damn maid of mine can be so sloppy. She must have spilled something
when she did the shopping today."

"Yeah, I'm okay. Ready to talk turkey Kelli?" she said with the certainty
of someone who was in control.

"You bet I am Laura." Kelli replied.

And quicker than Laura could respond, Kelli had the young secretary's arm
in a hammerlock and was viciously twisting it behind the protesting girl's 
back.

"Blackmail ME? You little CUNT!"

Her free hand shot out and delivered a resounding slap to Laura's face.

"Just who in the hell do you think you are young lady?"

"I got you the job at The Henry Company."

"I worked with you!"

"I even took you under my wing when you had your marital problems!"

"I even made love to you!"

"You undeserving little bitch!!"

And two more slaps hit the girl's face, knocking her to her knees on the 
rice.

Her soft bare knees bit into the rice, and she grimaced in pain.

Kelli took the girl's other arm and put that in a hammerlock also. She 
looked like she had chicken wings behind her back as Kelli pulled her 
wrists together up towards her neck.

"Owww! Kelli! What are you doing?"

"Shut up cunt!" Kelli's voice barely concealed her seething anger.

Taking a pair of handcuffs from the entrance table, Kelli quickly cuffed 
the girl's wrists up and behind her.

It was impossible for Laura to lower them to a natural position. As she 
squirmed on the rice, Kelli told her to knee walk on it and not to stop 
until she told her to.

Laura, totally taken by surprise at this turn of events, didn't dare do 
anything but that, and painfully moved herself around on the rice, her 
knees shuffling slowly over the hard grains.

"Well, my little cunt. I've got special plans for you. Blackmail is just 
not in the cards baby, and I hope that you will learn this after I'm done 
with you tonight."

"We're going to have ourselves a little party," she added as an 
afterthought.

"W… we?" the young girl asked.

"Yes. Since your marriage has turned so sour, and I apparently are the 
only source of sexual stimulation that you are now getting, I thought that 
perhaps you missed being fucked by a man. I've got just the thing for you 
Laura dear," Kelli intoned.

"Hey, Craig, come over and look at this!" Kelli shouted into the living 
room.

Craig Rush had already seen Kelli's handling of the bound girl as she 
came in to the house, and his prick was already hard.

He was instantly aroused when Kelli slapped the pretty girl's face, and 
had unzipped his trouser fly. His throbbing meat hung lewdly out of his 
pants as he walked into the foyer.

"Fuck the cunt's mouth, Craig." Kelli said without a hint of feeling in 
her voice.

"Jesus! Gladly," came Craig's reply, his passion ignited like a rocket.

He walked in front of Laura and pulled her hair roughly as he pushed his 
thick meat into her mouth. Laura had no chance to protest as her mouth was 
quickly filled.

"Suck my cock, bitch. Lick it. Now!" the turned on man commanded.

Laura gulped his cock down, and started moving her tongue all over it, 
sucking, licking.

"Make me cum bitch!" Craig leered.

He started thrusting his meat in and out of her suctioning lips as his 
hips pistoned against her head.

Laura's jaw was already aching, but she didn't dare stop, she was so 
scared of what was happening to her.

He placed his hands on the back of her head, and his fingers moved in her
blonde locks as he rocked it back and forth on his huge prick. She didn't 
even notice more and more of the huge gristle disappearing into he mouth.

The sides of Laura's mouth felt like they were being ripped apart, but 
she soon had his entire cock deep into her throat.

"Eat it bitch, eat it good," Craig's breathing was becoming shallower 
now.

As he continued, his hands slid down the back of the young girl's halter 
and with a savage motion he ripped it off.

He tore the tail of the flimsy garment out of her miniskirt and tossed 
the ruined material aside. She could feel the silky skin of his glans 
siding back and forth in her mouth as he grabbed the waistline of her 
miniskirt.

Realizing what he was about to do with the rest of her clothing, Laura 
tried to shout, but it was difficult with nine inches of cock imbedded in 
her mouth.

Craig got the message though as he removed his cock, and grabbed her 
miniskirt in both hands to quickly pull it down to her knees.

Taking one knee at a time, he lifted the skirt the rest of the way down, 
and drew it off her feet. Her mouth was quickly returned to his cock and 
she kept sucking him hardly missing a beat.

"Oh yeah, baby, you're good. Real good!" he hissed.

His chest was heaving uncontrollably now, and Laura knew he was about to 
cum. His hips pumped faster and faster, and she prepared herself for the 
eruption she knew was soon coming.

"Let's see how much of my cum you can take, cunt," his passions rising 
ever higher.

Laura's mouth was sucking furiously now, her head held tightly on his 
meat.

After several more deep thrusts into the sweet mouth, Craig starting 
spurting his hot sticky cum into Laura's throat. He came with such a force 
that she was not prepared for it.

Craig's cock exploded in rapid fire action and before she could 
compensate for it, cum was running out the sides of Laura's mouth and down 
her chin, so much of it that she would not have known his dick was in her 
mouth.

He laughed, and the poor girl realized it must have been just a joke to 
him. He knew the force of his orgasms and probably knew what was going 
happen when he shot his load. He enjoyed the erotic sight before him. A 
beautiful young girl, now naked, on her knees, her wrists bound behind her,
his cum all over her face.

Finally, he pulled his still hard cock from her mouth, and with it 
spilled out the load of cream that she had not yet been able to swallow but
which was still in her mouth.

Laura knew she had swallowed a huge load of his cum, yet she swore that 
she hadn't gotten a single drop. There was enough on her face and down her 
breasts to have made up two normal loads.

"That's it bitch, swallow it. Swallow all of it."

Cum drooled from the girl's mouth as Craig inserted his thick meat once 
again into Laura's face and fully emptied the rest of his first load of the
night. His tool seemed to supply a never ending fountain of cum. God, he 
thought, this was going to be good!

Kelli observed the initial use of Laura with amusement as she walked 
close to her.

"Lick his cock clean, bitch," she hissed into the girl's ear.

"I don't want to see a single drop of cum anywhere on him," she coolly 
continued as Laura immediately went to work licking the last few drops of 
Craig's cum from his spread thighs.

"You missed a spot," Kelli said, pointing to the tiled floor where a 
small puddle of Craig's cum mingled with the grains of rice.

"Lick it up – NOW!"

She pushed the hapless girl's face to the floor and ground her lips into 
the sticky mess of cum and rice, forcing her to lick it all.

"Now swallow it," Kelli commanded.

Laura heard all this from a voice that sounded far away, but she knew it 
wasn't a dream. She was caught. She had tried to blackmail her boss, and 
now the tables were turned. This development was totally unexpected.

After Craig had finished with her, both he and Kelli took one of the 
girl's arms and led her up the stairs into the bedroom. They pushed her 
onto the bed and walked over to the closet.

"Well Craig, here she is!" Kelli said as she swung open the closet door.

Craig's cock got immediately hard once more at the sight of his bound and
gagged wife, squirming in bondage with what appeared to be a buzzing 
vibrator in her pussy. It was a sight he had always wanted to behold, and 
now he was rewarded.

"Well, well, well," he mockingly smiled at his captive wife.

"Time to pay the piper darling."

Barbara could only hear muffled sounds as the leather discipline helmet 
completely encased her head tighter as she perspired in the stifling 
closet. She thought she heard a man's voice but couldn't be sure.

Her body was convulsing for the hundredth time it seemed, in another 
crashing orgasm on the thick dildo held firmly in her pussy.

She felt hands on her naked flesh as her bonds were loosened from the 
overhead bar and her arms were brought down to her sides. Her elbows were 
quickly tied together behind her back and she winced in pain as the knots 
were secured.

Of course, whoever was doing this to her could not see her grimace of 
pain, and they just kept pulling the ropes tighter until her elbows 
touched. She looked very sexy like that, and Craig almost came again, right
then and there.

CHAPTER FIVE

Craig and Kelli walked the woman to the side of the bed, and removed her 
discipline helmet.

The shock on Barbara's face registered as she saw her cruel husband 
standing next to Kelli.

And then saw the writhing naked body on the bed.

Immediately, Kelli pushed her by the small of her back and Barbara 
stumbled onto the bed, next to the girl. She felt a weight on her back as 
her ankles were tied and pulled up snugly to her calves and then tied to 
her wrists. She was in hogtie and the pressure on her limbs was tremendous.

"We're just going to leave you like that awhile, Barbara," Craig sneered 
as his weight shifted and he moved to the younger girl's back.

Turning Laura on her back, he pulled her down so that her head was 
directly under the arch of Barbara's pussy.

"Eat the pussy directly above your face Laura," Kelli commanded.

It made her hot to direct the naked girl.

Laura's tongue shot out and immediately buried itself in the wet slit.

"We want to see her orgasm on your face bitch!" she continued as she 
slowly stroked the young girl's inner thighs.

This made Laura's face move even faster into the syrupy slit.

"While you're doing that, I'm going to give you something special," Kelli
continued.

She walked to the closest and brought out a dual plugging belt. It was 
made of thick leather and had a ten inch dildo fastened in the crotch, with
a large butt plug fastened directly behind it.

She thrust the thick instruments into Laura's pussy and asshole and 
pulled the leather belt deep into her crotch, buckling the straps around 
her slim waist.

"Now, enjoy your plugging my little cunt, and keep lapping that pussy."

"We want to see her hogtie get even tighter as you excite her and she 
strains against her bonds."

Watching the two bound women excited both Kelli and Craig to the point 
that they started fondling each other. The lust filled scene in front of 
them was better than anything they had ever seen.

The two women were writhing in passion as one ate the other with abandon,
while the other's pussy and ass were pulsing on the thick phalluses 
imbedded deeply inside of her.

"This is just too hot," Craig said as he stroked his hard cock.

"I've got to fuck this tight little pussy once more while she eats my 
wife."

And in an instant he was at the side of the bed ripping the plugger belt 
off Laura's body. The plugs came out of her pussy and ass simultaneously 
with a popping sound.

He immediately knelt between her young thighs and buried his massive 
prick to the hilt.

Laura responded by thrusting her face even deeper into Barbara Rush's 
pussy, causing the bound woman's dam to burst, flooding the young girls 
face with pussy cream as she ground her pussy on the pleasure giving lips 
between her thighs.

Craig pulled the young girls legs wide apart as his cock rammed in and 
out of her hot young cunt. His balls slapped against her buttocks as he 
prepared to cum again.

Watching the pretty girl tonguing his wife's pussy, and seeing Barbara's 
passionate response in humping the pretty face, brought him to orgasm 
quickly as he pumped load after load of fresh hot cum into the girl under 
him.

Finally, he was spent, and pulled out of the tight hole. He backed off 
the bed to observe the afterglow of Laura's fuck, her face still licking 
the juicy pussy plastered against it. Another orgasm hit her from the 
furious fucking she had just received.

Laura's pussy felt like raw meat from the thrusts of Craig's cock, and 
her body was on fire with need as she tongued yet another wave of juices 
from the bow tied older woman atop her face.

The scene was hot.

Kelli watched the threesome in front of her. She had accomplished quite a
lot sexually in her young years, but this was one of the hottest raw sex 
experiences she had ever arranged.

And, the night wasn't over yet!

She had several orgasms as Craig, Laura and Barbara had massive ones, and
there would be only one scene that brought her to her own gigantic climax.

She would dominate both women, while Craig assisted her. If she really 
got kinky, she might even dominate him, but men were not her thing.

Craig was the lucky one that night.

Before dawn broke, both Barbara and Laura would be reduced to a level of 
submissiveness and pleasure that only few experience.

They would come more times than they ever thought possible in one night.

They would come to know a sexual release, that was heretofore unknown to 
them.

They would become obsessively attached to Kelli Stroud, thus continuing 
to secure her position, as the top real estate agent in San Carmel.

After Craig had rested from his two cums in as many hours. Kelli and he 
tied Laura's face to Barbara's thighs, leaving them to sensuously move each
other's body on the bed, drawing another orgasm from each of them in their 
own afterglow.

Kelli and Craig went down to the bar and fixed themselves a drink.

Scotch for Craig.

Another small shot of brandy for Kelli.

As she looked at him, Kelli couldn't deny that Craig was a handsome man. 
If she were so inclined, she would have gone for him big time. He had that 
lean, yet muscular build, that is seen more on younger men than middle aged
men. His hair was dark and wavy with not a touch of grey. His teeth were 
perfect, and his smile sincere. She wondered if Barbara Rush's many tales 
of his abuse over the years were really true.

They were.

Discussing in an offhand way of what they might do next, Craig had a 
peculiar look in his eyes as he sipped his scotch.

Kelli wondered if it were the booze, or if a small switch had been turned
on somewhere in the back of the man's mind at the events he had just 
participated in. His tastes in erotic publications was well known to her, 
but they were the run of the mill bondage and SM magazines almost any adult
bookstore carries. She never spotted anything more severe in her close 
inspections of his bureau drawers.

After finishing their drinks they returned to the bedroom.

Laura's tongue was still gently swabbing the older woman's pussy as if 
she couldn't get enough of her. Barbara Rush moved erotically on the bed, 
her pussy over Laura's mouth, as the young girl did the task her bondage 
was designed to do.

"That's enough cunt!" Kelli said upon opening the bedroom door.

She untied Laura from Barbara's thighs, and pulled her next to the older 
woman. She now tied Laura into the same tight hogtie that she had Barbara 
in, and untied Barbara's restraints.

"Kneel on the floor, Barbara," Kelli commanded in a monotone.

Immediately, Barbara dropped to her knees.

Craig's hand pulled back and came down across her face in two quick 
blows, one on each side.

"Fucking bitch!" he shouted. "Crawl over and bring me those ropes."

Barbara fetched the ropes from the night stand and returned to Craig 
presenting the ropes in her outstretched palms.

She knew abuse before from Craig, but not this. Not the ropes and sexual 
enslavement that Kelli had taught her. She only knew that now her husband 
was going to do something to her. She wasn't sure what.

At her husband's command, she crossed her ankles, keeping that position 
as he tied her ankles tightly. He pulled the ropes so hard around her 
delicate ankles she could feel the cords bite deep into her flesh.

After he had tied her ankles, Craig instructed her to cross her wrists 
over her thighs. A length of rope was looped around both of her smooth legs
and her crossed wrists. By the time he finished, she was tightly bound in a
crouched position.

She moaned as Craig took yet another length of rope and started to tie 
her breasts tightly.

Barbara's breasts were extremely sensitive from the pleasure she had just
received and her nipples were stiff. As the ropes wound tighter and tighter
around them, they squeezed the breasts flesh unmercifully. Her nipples were
as hard as rocks as the blood was forced into them.

"Unnnhh," she moaned, as his fingers flicked the hard jewels several 
times.

Barbara looked the perfect submissive tied up like this, and Craig 
stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Without knowing when, Barbara became intensely aware of her thighs 
pressing together. She was becoming so turned on that she could smell her 
own juices that were flooding her pussy, opening it widely.

During her husband's rope work, Kelli joined Laura on the bed and laid 
next to her, softly stroking the young girls naked bound body, almost 
absent-mindedly, as she watched the scene in front of her. Her eyes stayed 
fixed on Craig as he walked over to her rack of whips and selected several,
testing them by swishing them quickly through the air.

Barbara Rush trembled at the sound.

Selecting a cat-o-nine-tails, he felt the length of the thongs, and 
tested the thickness of the handle. This was no longer a diversion. The 
whip that Craig selected was not for playing games. It was for serious 
discipline and punishment.

The older woman whimpered as she saw her husband coming towards her with 
the whip in his hand. She was not entirely sure of the pain it would 
deliver, but somewhere, an unmistakable excitement started to creep into 
her.

She uttered a small cry of distress as he advanced on her.

Craig took a spot behind her and allowed the leather lashes to slide 
gently over her naked back. He could see his wife tremble as she was not 
sure what was coming, or when.

In the end, Barbara found herself longing to beg him to whip her, just so
the waiting would come to an end.

Craig would whip her at his own pleasure to satisfy the lusts that had 
been building up in him for the past several years. His desire consumed 
him.

He pulled the whip back and brought it down hard on her back. Barbara 
cried out in pain as she felt the scourge of the whip bite inter her tender
flesh.

Once he started Craig really let himself go. He whipped her with a force 
and a precision he had only ready about, but DID in his fantasies every 
day. He would occasionally break the rhythm of his lashes just to keep his 
wife off guard. She would never know exactly when the next lash would fall,
or where. This uncertainty kept Barbara on edge, making her jump at a lash 
that didn't come, or failed to tense herself at the right time, to minimize
the pain of her whipping.

Soon her back was covered with red welts, and the whip marked woman was 
moaning and writhing in agony.

"Oh please Craig," she sobbed, "Please, don't whip me anymore."

Whip!!

CRACK!!!

Her pleas only intensified the force of his swing as the thongs continued
biting into the red flesh moving under them, "When did the pain become 
pleasure?" Her agonized mind wondered as the cat came down again and again.

Finally, his passions seething, Barbara's husband let the whip fall by 
his side.

Kelli, was so turned on watching Barbara's whipping, her fingers went 
deep inside Laura's flowing wetness, as she moved up on the young girl's 
face beside her and gave her a taste of her pussy. She urged her on with 
quick sharp slaps on her breasts.

By this time Barbara was so turned on that she could hardly stand it. She
longed for her husband to take her right then and there. She ached to be 
fucked by him until her pussy was as sore as her back. If he had not walked
away after dropping the whip, she would have bent to kiss the feet of the 
man who had tormented her all these years.

Bent to kiss them.

Beg to be filled by his raging prick.

Craig came back beside Barbara and slowly undid the tight knots. He 
removed the ropes that had held her immobile through the tortuous back 
whipping.

He didn't free her fully, however. It was more exciting to take her as he
had seen in those many fantasies over the years. Craig decided to take his 
wife as a slave should be taken, in full bondage and helplessness.

He only untied her wrists and legs. He left her breasts in tight tit 
bondage. It added to Barbara's passion.

He retied her so that her hands were tied to her thighs, just below her 
hips. He would then be able to spread her legs as wide as he wanted to.

Barbara's pussy was wide open and very wet. Being in bondage and whipped 
like a slave, had made the older woman lubricate herself more than she ever
had before. Craig turned his wife over so that she was in the proper 
position to receive his cock.

As her hands were tied to her sides, her head was forced to the floor. 
She looked the perfect picture of submissiveness, open and ready. The blood
began to pound in Barbara's temples as she awaited the use of her body.

As Craig approached her again, she could see how hard he had become from 
warming her up. His cock jumped, and a small drop of fluid beckoned at the 
tip. His cock looked larger than it had ever looked before, and Barbara 
moaned in arousal. She needed this thick meat now.

Needed it like she never had before throughout their whole marriage.

A fire of lust smoldered in her half lidded eyes, as she looked back 
between her legs to see her husbands bare feet, then his knees as he knelt 
behind her raised rear. Her pussy and anus gaping. Which would he enter?

With a groan of unsatisfied need, Craig gripped the smooth hips of his 
bound wife and plunged into her.

First her pussy.

Then her ass.

He took several long hard strokes in each as he grabbed her hips tightly.

Barbara screamed as the thick meat attacked her openings, first one then 
the other.

He fucked her fast and furiously, with brutal strength. His finger tips 
dug into her flesh hard now as he pulled her body to meet his thrusts, 
wanting to bury his shaft inside of her openings to the hilt.

Which he did.

Thrust, after painful thick thrust, he pumped away in passion, feeling 
his nuts go tight, his cum rising in his balls as he fucked his slave wife 
hard. All the desires, the needs, the wants, the passions that had been 
building up in Craig Rush over their entire marriage were now being 
fulfilled.

He looked over at Kelli, fucking the young girls face fast now, her pussy
sliding over the lips and nose of the girl on the bed. Passionate sighs and
moans came from the mouth servicing Kelli Stroud's cunt. It added to his 
own excitement. The smell of cunt and cock filled the room, taking him yet 
another step higher.

Barbara was lost in a wave of passion. Every thrust of her husband's cock
sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, filling her with greater 
pleasure than he had ever filled her in their entire marriage.

Was this what it was all about? she wondered as his balls slapped against
her ass cheeks.

Her need built so rapidly that she could not help herself any longer. She
cried out to be fucked hard, fully, filled like a slave should be filled. 
She began to beg.

"Please Craig, oh please," she whimpered. "Fuck me. Fuck me HARD!"

"Fuck me Craig, fuck me as your slave. Use me. Fill me with that meat."

"Yessss!!! Put it in my ass again."

"Deeper! Harder! Open me!!!" Craig's mind and body responded immediately 
as his thrusts became animal like, his senses reeling from the intense 
pleasure of fucking his bound wife.

"Please Craig, harder! I'm going to cum!!" she half shouted.

Kelli's body was bucking wildly now on Laura's face, spurred on by the 
cries filling the room. She was lost in her own world of sensuality as the 
young secretary's tongue slid deep into her pussy.

"Oh please, Craig. May I come?" Barbara wailed. "Please? Let your slave 
cum? I need to cum soooo bad."

As Barbara's body shook in release, her husband reached under her and 
grabbed both of her bound breasts, squeezing them hard, stroking the 
nipples, bucking his cock deep into her pussy as he unloaded his built up 
load of hot sticky cum. They climaxed together in a rush of sensual 
passion.

Kelli climaxed at the same time as she slid her asshole onto Laura's 
nose, pushing her rump down fully on the young girl's body, watching her 
thrash about on the silken sheets under her.

It was now Laura's turn.

Kelli had several orgasms on the girl's face as she watched Craig use 
Barbara and punish her with the whipping. She was really turned on.

But the thing that would bring her over the top would be the punishment 
of Laura. The little blackmailing cunt needed to be taught a lesson once 
and for all.

Craig helped Kelli pick up his still bound wife and carry her over to the
bed, where they dumped her without ceremony.

Laura was still tightly tied, and they released her bondage just long 
enough to allow some circulation to return, and then retied her, arms and 
elbows behind her back.

Craig ran his hands all over her young flesh as he occasionally swatted 
her tight buttocks with his hands, bringing red palm marks to those naked 
globes. Laura knew she was going to be punished tonight, and submissively 
awaited her fate.

Pulling the ropes securing her elbows together with one last tug, Kelli 
breathed hard. "There, that ought to hold you! You little cunt!"

Kelli ordered the helpless girl to the center of the bedroom and gave a 
command.

"On your knees, bitch!"

She did not immediately comply.

"I said, on your knees, cunt! Now!"

Laura dropped to her knees, her face close to Kelli's beautiful legs as 
she looked up at her boss with tears in her eyes.

"You will obey every order that I give you. Do you understand me?" she 
continued as she lifted the girl's face by her chin and looked directly 
into her eyes.

"Yes," Laura softly answered.

Slap!!

"Good," Kelli said, giving her a slap in the face, just hard enough to 
sting.

"Don't forget it!"

"Yes Kelli."

Letting go of her chin, Kelli started to circle the kneeling girl.

"I think you are a low life fucking cunt. You are a worthless 
blackmailing little piece of shit. And not a very good blackmailer at that.
Isn't that right?" she said with a sneer in her voice.

Kelli could see Laura's mouth open, and her throat swallow but no words 
came out.

"I asked you a question bitch!"

"I… uh, I…" Laura stammered.

Kelli lowered her hand to grab the bound girl's left nipple, twisting it 
hard.

"Say, 'I'm just a lowlife cunt. A lowlife blackmailing slut.'"

"I'm a f… ffu…" Laura tried to say it but the pain in her nipple was 
cutting off her speech.

Slowly, Kelli pinched the squirming girl's nipple even harder.

"I said say it!!"

"I'm just a lowlife cunt. I'm just a lowlife blackmailing slut," the girl
managed say.

"That's what I wanted to hear. Now that wasn't so hard was it Laura?" 
Kelli said with a hint of triumph in her eyes.

Releasing her nipple, Kelli walked over to the edge of the bed and sat 
down. She ordered Laura to come to her. When she started to get up, she 
said, "No! On your knees you slut! Come over here on your knees!"

When Laura reached Kelli, the young real estate agent put her hand on the
nape of her neck and pulled her across her lap with her ass pointed up to 
the ceiling. She looked very erotic drawn across Kelli's lap, and Craig's 
prick started to rise again as it was his turn to enjoy the show now.

Laura's ass was so rounded, so smooth, Kelli was immediately filled with 
a rush of pleasure as her palms glided gently over the white flesh. Her 
pussy started to wet and she wondered if Laura could feel it drawn over her
lap.

"Now, my darling, it is time for a little discipline," Kelli started.

She raised her right arm and cracked the palm of her right hand hard into
the rounded ass cheeks.

"Ow!" Laura squealed.

Again, Kelli slapped her rapidly reddening bottom.

"Oooh Kelli, please don't," she half whispered.

"Don't even presume to tell me what to do."

"This is what happens to low life, blackmailing little cunts," she 
exclaimed.

CRACK! WHAP!! SLAP! SPANK! CRACK!! CRACK!!

She let the girl's bottom have it now.

"Oooooh!" Laura started screaming as Kelli's palm struck her without 
stopping.

The more she screamed, the more Kelli spanked her, and the harder her 
blows became. Laura's pain filled cries filled the room.

Kelli loved it. Spanking this lovely young girl's ass was really turning 
her on. And she did deserve to be punished. Laura started grinding against 
Kelli's lap as the blows continued to rain down upon her punished buttocks.
She was now getting turned on by the spanking she was receiving.

"You are a hot little cunt, aren't you?" Kelli asked, continuing to 
wallop her across the red cheeks.

"This is how I treat blackmailers," Kelli breathed hard with the exertion
of the harsh spanking she was administering.

"Oh please, Kelli. It hurts. Please stop," Laura pleaded.

Laura was writhing from the stinging blows but she was indeed getting 
turned on. Kelli used her free hand to feel between the bound girls legs 
and found Laura's cunt was indeed sopping wet.

She began to play with the struggling girl's pussy, slipping a finger 
into the slick slit. Laura moaned now in pleasure at the finger moving 
around in her pussy.

"You want it, don't you slut?"

"Yes Kelli," she answered in a voice filled with need.

Raising her right hand again, Kelli started slapping the girls ass 
harder.

"Aaah!"

"What do you want Laura?"

"I w… wan…" she started.

"Say it, what do you want?"

"I want to c… cum, Kelli," she panted hard now.

"No, I don't think so. You need to make ME cum bitch!" Kelli replied as 
she pushed Laura off her lap to the floor.

Kelli now ordered her secretary to the center of the bedroom again and 
forced her to bend over so that her forehead touched the carpet. Her ass 
was in the air, her arms pinioned behind her. It was an erotic sight.

Reaching down for her, Kelli grabbed a handful of Laura's hair and forced
her head up, dragging her to the side of the bed. Kelli sat down and spread
her thighs as she pulled the pretty face towards her.

"Lick my pussy!" she ordered.

Slowly, Laura began to lip the wet lips of her beautiful boss which 
caused Kelli to clasp her smooth thighs around the head between them.

Kelli gasped as Laura's tongue slid into her gaping wet gash, and began 
to move rapidly, licking, sucking, then rising to her clit as she took it 
between her lips, kissing it in an intimate kiss of pure lust.

Kelli's hands moved to the back of the bound girl's head as she pulled 
the slave face deep into her pussy, throwing her legs over the girl's 
shoulders, grinding and bucking her hips against the hapless face as she 
came in wave after wave of orgasm.

CHAPTER SIX

"So! You like to dominate another woman, do you?" the voice reached her 
again as the fire in her buttocks started to subside.

Kelli didn't know how many times the white hot tip of the poker marked 
her flesh, but she was sure that her whole backside and lovely thighs now 
carried the horrendous tattoo of the branding iron.

When she wanted to be tattooed, she didn't think it would turn into this.

She was weak from exhaustion. The continuous burnings had removed all of 
her resistance and she slumped against her bonds.

She heard a squeaking noise. Suddenly, a full length mirror was rolled in
front of her. Then, another was positioned behind her.

She couldn't see the person who was positioning the mirrors around her 
bound body.

"I always like to know if my customers are satisfied," the sneering 
woman's voice said as she grabbed Kelli's hair.

"Take a look at your tattoo, darling."

"Look nice?"

Kelli was afraid to open her eyes.

The hand yanked hard in her hair.

"I said LOOK at it!!"

She slowly opened her eyes and her bound form came into vision from the 
mirror in front of her.

She was bound in thick leather straps securing her arms to two poles on 
either side of her body. Her thighs were spread and secured to the bottoms 
of the poles.

Her head was held rigidly by the choker collar which also had two small 
leather straps pulling tightly in opposite directions and attached to the 
poles.

She was afraid to look at the mirror behind her.

The smell of burnt flesh smashed into her nostrils as she looked for the 
reflection of her backside in the mirror in front of her.

"Yiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!" A scream of agony tore from her lips as her branded 
ass and thighs came into view.

"Oooooo noooooooooo!!!!!" she screamed into the darkened room.

"Whyyyyyy????" Her screams continued.

Large dark brown mottled marks made horrible curving patterns in the 
shape of a misshapen rose petal. Deep welts from the burning rod formed the
rose stems. Smaller ones made up the thorns. She was marked for life!

"Ooooooo…" her wailing continued to come from her throat.

She started to sob as she realized no one would ever want to touch her 
body again.

No man.

Especially, no woman.

The horrible branding she had just been through would ensure that.

She sobbed harder now, and slumped again against her bonds as the 
realization that her desire to have just one small petite tattoo, led to 
this.

Who was her torturer?

From whose body did the voice come from. Kelli was in a nightmare but 
didn't know it.

She couldn't figure it out.

She had only entered the dark shop to finally get the tattoo she had 
wanted, thought about, then decided to get.

As she passed through the black curtains into the back of the shop, the 
candle light flickering off the walls cast an eerie glow in the room.

Strange place to give tattoos, she had thought.

But then, this tattoo would not be just another tattoo. It was to be a 
small pink pale rose, on her ass cheek. The back room was the only place to
tattoo so sensitive a spot, she was told.

But the voice coming to her was not that of the parlor owner.

Her nightmare continued.

"I think we might add another little design to this lovely tattoo," the 
silken voice whispered as Kelli could feel hands touching her raw bottom.

She winced, then moaned in pain at the touch.

"Perhaps I should tattoo the words slut slave right here…"

SMACK!!!!

The hand slapped her right at the end of the large ugly rose.

"Aaaaggghhhh!!!!" Kelli screamed again as her torture continued.

And she was getting wet again. She could feel her pussy starting to juice
from the pain and the agony of the past hour.

Or was it an hour?

How long had she been here?

Her mind was a jumble of confusion, pain, pleasure and fear.

The mirrors were rolled back from her as quickly as they were placed 
around her. She could hear the bellows start to pump, and the heat in the 
room grew once again. The rattle of metal shook her consciousness as the 
poker was turned over and over in the flames, bringing the tip once again 
to a smoking white heat.

Her pussy convulsed in orgasm.

She had crossed the line.

***

It was an abandoned, lust filled, crazy night as both Craig and Kelli 
fulfilled every depraved passion they had ever wanted to fulfill with the 
two helpless women. Craig felt that punishing his wife was his anointed 
station in life. Barbara suffered even more cruel and humiliating 
punishments and lesbian submissiveness throughout the night.

At one point, she had to clean all three of her partners after a cum 
filled orgy, licking the two other women's pussies clean, and Craig's cock.
Then she had to rim both of the women's assholes after deep ass fuckings by
Craig, until they were baby pink again. Barbara Rush had never tasted more 
cum in her life as she did this night.

She was spanked and whipped several more times, as was Laura.

Kelli took all of her frustrations out on her young secretary and before 
the night was over, Laura vowed never to try anything funny with Kelli 
again. She had thoroughly learned her lesson.

At some point, Craig slipped away in the early morning hours, and Kelli 
awoke to only two women. She had her fill once more of lesbian love with 
both of them, before allowing them to shower and leave.

It was to be a full week at the office, and the real estate business was 
a twenty four hour a day business. Deals and possible deals appeared at the
least likely times.

The next day, Laura came into the office very subdued. She could barely 
glance at Kelli, already hard at work at her desk.

With the barest acknowledgement, Laura sat down at her own desk and 
busied herself, stealing leads. She listened in on phone calls and gleaned 
the other agents business as best she could.

She was now totally in Kelli's pocket, and did everything she could to 
assist the agent, thinking of no personal gain. She did hope that Kelli 
would only continue to be her friend, and lover.

Barbara Rush recovered from her extremely erotic first encounter with 
lesbian submissiveness and wanted more. She began to use her time to make 
the rounds of all the adult book stores in downtown San Diego, and bought 
every available publication on lesbianism and bondage.

She was hooked.

She always dressed frumpy, and wore sunglasses and a scarf when she 
visited those stores.

If she only knew that from time to time she was standing next to some of 
the most respected people in the city, she would have been aghast. She 
still had not come to know that safe sex, so long as the participants are 
willing, is not wrong.

Her stomach turned a particular kind of warmth whenever she leafed 
through a magazine or newspaper depicting young girls in tight ropes, and 
leather restraints.

If the person doing the restraining were also a woman, her pussy 
invariably started getting wet. From time to time she wondered what it 
would be like to be the dominant partner, but her soul was that of a true 
submissive. She would never play the dominant role.

She almost orgasmed every time she thought of bending her face down to 
Kelli's feet, to give her the required ten, open mouthed kisses of 'hello'.

The marketing of the Rush's home picked up again, now that Craig had 
agreed to the higher commission along with Barbara.

Kelli went all out taking half page ads in the San Carmel newspapers, and
even paid for a color brochure, which she normally wouldn't do for a house 
valued under half a million dollars. She now wanted Barbara out of that 
house, and maybe, just maybe into her condominium as the lover she had been
searching for.

There were no problems from Craig, and he actually started treating 
Barbara with a small amount of kindness. He was courteous to her whenever 
they had to meet and sign the various divorce agreements, or real estate 
listing addenda that Kelli always seemed to need signed.

The participation in the submission of his wife was a fantasy fulfilled 
from their earliest married days, and Craig was quite content to get on 
with his life.

Barbara was now middle aged. He wanted a younger woman like Laura, to 
command, to make his sex slave. He started on his pursuit in earnest and 
soon was living with a girl he met through a swingers magazine.

***

As Barbara leafed through the magazine, her cunt started lubricating, 
looking at the tightly bound females. She knew they were just models, but 
she also knew that women did actually participate in this erotic form of 
foreplay.

She did, didn't she?

She was sitting in her large living room stuffed chair, totally naked, 
one leg draped over the arm, her other leg stretched out in front of her. 
As she turned the pages, her fingers would go into her cunt and press her 
clit giving her continuous pleasure. She loved to masturbate, and 
especially now, as she fantasized about being the girl in the centerfold of
Lesbian Bondage Times.

God it turned her on to be tied up.

And, if her face could be forced into a pussy, made to eat another 
woman's cunt, her pleasure tripled.

As she stroked herself slowly, she crossed her smooth thighs over her 
wrist, trapping her fingers inside of her. She jerked hard against her hand
as another wave of orgasm swept through her.

"Did I just hear you cum darling?" Kelli's voice drifted in from the 
foyer as she entered Barbara's home.

She walked over to the naked woman and kissed her full on the mouth.

Barbara immediately dropped to her knees in front of Kelli, wrapping her 
arms around the young girl's thighs as her head started to bow to Kelli's 
arched instep, starting the ten kisses of 'hello' on her feet, thighs and 
vagina.

Kelli patiently waited for Barbara's tenth open mouthed kiss on her 
pussy.

"I am so glad, we decided to live together Barbara. Until your house 
sells, we can have our choice: your place, or mine," she laughed as she 
helped the older woman to her feet, cradling her head.

The greeting ritual never failed to excite Kelli. It was such a masterful
stroke of dominance, and immediately put her in the mood for lovemaking, no
matter how tiring her day.

She again kissed Barbara's open mouth deeply, her tongue invading the 
soft lips of the naked woman, as she hugged her tighter.

"I decided I'd like to do something special for you darling," Kelli's 
voice had an air of lightness in it.

"I'm going to cook us a delicious dinner, and then we can snuggle up on 
the rug, and be comfy this evening. Sound good to you?"

Barbara Rush could not believe her luck in having this gorgeous young 
woman come into her life.

Even though their lovemaking at times hit the rougher edges of S amp;M, 
Kelli did have a genuine love and concern for her as a woman, a human 
being, and now a partner in a lesbian relationship. She loved when they 
kept house together, just like a man woman marriage, each helping the 
other.

"Why Kelli, that is so nice of you."

"Well, darling, I do want you to know I appreciate you, and I am so happy
to have found you. If you only knew how long I have been searching for 
someone like you Barbara. I don't want some other woman to come along and 
grab you up," Kelli went on.

"I don't think that would ever happen," Barbara's words came throatily, 
as she watched Kelli walk into the kitchen.

She is soooo beautiful, she thought as she watched the younger girl's 
hips move gracefully, her flounced skirt showing off generous amounts of 
her shapely legs. Her stomach got all warm, at the thought that this young 
girl actually loved her.

She never wanted to jeopardize the relationship.

Even though Barbara had been called several times by Laura since their 
night together with Craig, she had not met with her. She did have to admit 
to herself that Laura's face under her grinding pussy, while she herself 
was in tight arms behind her back bondage, was quite exciting. She even 
dreamed once or twice of a repetition of that scene. But Kelli's attention 
and love, meant more to her than a quick tryst with Laura.

Beside, she remembered, Laura had already once tried to blackmail Kelli, 
and probably was just not one to be trusted.

Kelli happily prepared an Italian feast of tortellini, alfredo sauce and 
loads of garlic bread. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of a home 
cooked meal, as the two woman sat down to eat, making small talk about 
their day as a couple would. It was a very domestic scene.

"Oh, Kelli! I almost forgot to tell you," Barbara excitedly chattered.

"Craig called today and he has agreed to drop his demand for a share of 
the house proceeds to less than half."

"I don't know what's got into him recently, or maybe what he has gotten 
into, but he certainly has been agreeable lately."

"Yes darling, isn't it a wonderful change?" Kelli interjected.

"It seems that new girl he took up with is quite the woman he needed, and
he just wants the divorce to be over fast. I'll bet he'd even give up more 
if you pressed him."

"When I saw him last, that night I had to deliver an offer, she was 
there, and quite a sight I must say, I guess since he participated in that 
scene with you and I, he didn't have any reservations about showing his new
trophy off to me. I'll tell you, that girl was really in a predicament 
while I was there. I almost couldn't concentrate on the business at hand," 
Kelli continued.

"Well Kelli, as long as I have you," Barbara started, reaching for 
Kelli's hand to gently kiss her fingertips.

"As long as I have you, and we have each other, Craig can have all the 
girl's he wants. I have absolutely no reservations about the divorce now."

"Isn't it amazing what a little good lesbian pussy licking will do for a 
woman," Kelli's eyes sparkled in answering Barbara's unspoken fears.

Her gaze bore right into the older woman's and Barbara just held the soft
hand of her lover close to her lips as she felt her heart turn over and 
over in feelings of love.

"Let's get this mess cleaned up darling, so we can go relax for awhile. 
It has been a rather strenuous day," Kelli said, a hint of exhaustion in 
her voice.

"I think I've got just the thing to help you relax, Kelli," Barbara said,
helping her pick up the dishes and carrying them to the sink.

"Would you mind doing them tonight and loading the dishwasher Barbara? 
I'm going to go upstairs and change my clothes."

"Here," Barbara answered taking the dishes and silverware from Kelli, 
"I'd be happy to. Go freshen up."

She turned to kiss her lover on the cheek, as Kelli left the kitchen.

Barbara was finishing up the pots and pans by hand as Kelli returned from
her shower.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the older woman, naked 
except for a pair of black patent pumps, standing at the sink, toweling the
pans dry.

As she gazed on the woman's tight white buttocks, she again marveled at 
how well kept her body was, and a pang of desire rose in her chest.

Barbara was always the submissive partner in their relationship, but on 
occasion, Kelli liked to try the other side.

She could never let Barbara be the one to be dominant so she turned to 
professional Mistresses whenever that need became overwhelming. But seeing 
her lover like this, she couldn't help but pad up softly behind her, and 
dropped to her knees. Barbara's ass cheeks were right in front of her face.

Kelli's hands gently went to the firm globes and caressed them softly as 
she placed her face deep into Barbara's ass crack. She stuck out her tongue
and pushed it as deep as she could into her lover's tight asshole.

"Ooooh, darling, wha…" Barbara started to say.

Standing up, Kelli gave her a playful slap on the rear as she helped her 
finish the dishes.

"Just wanted you to know I find your ass so pretty darling. You smelled 
very musky, and I just had to have a little taste," Kelli said as she 
placed the towel on the rack.

Hand in hand, the two women walked into the living room, stopping at the 
wet bar to pour themselves a glass of wine. Barbara built a roaring fire 
and they settled themselves on the thick bear rug in front of it.

After Kelli had showered, she had put on her sexiest teddy and now, 
laying next to Barbara, her long tapered legs glowed from the fire's 
dancing shadows. She looked so beautiful, that Barbara could not resist 
again, bending down to stroke, then kiss the legs she had come to love more
than anything.

Trembling with need, Barbara threw her naked arms around Kelli and pulled
her quickly to her.

As always, Kelli was quickly aroused by the woman's willingness and naked
need and desire for her, now that they were together, and she wrapped her 
own arms tightly around Barbara pulled Kelli over until she was underneath 
her and pushed her face down close to Kelli's dripping pussy.

Her lust was overpowering as Kelli nudged her throbbing cunt close to 
Barbara's glistening, parted lips.

The hot panting woman clasped Kelli's ass cheeks with a desire beyond 
control, then pushed her warm mouth full onto Kelli's dripping slit and 
began sucking and tonguing her clit all over the sensitive bud until Kelli 
was moaning and thrashing with passion and completely lust driven. Her legs
thrashed furiously against the bear rug in delirious ecstasy as her need 
built quickly. She had never known such love for another woman.

Kelli felt a rush of pure explosive lust shudder and coarse through her 
body as she savagely ground her pussy against her lesbian lover's needy 
mouth.

Barbara's lashing tongue had already brought her to the verge of a 
powerful climax. Her moans and thrashing grew wilder and louder.

Kelli crushed Barbara's face lewdly against her wet pussy, her clit felt 
like it was distended an inch and every sensation in her body was focused 
on that heavenly nub of pleasure.

Barbara's lips insistently sucked on the raw bud, her teeth grating over 
it in a sensuous furious face fucking.

Kelli was screaming her passion now, as she grabbed Barbara's hair and 
pulled it painfully, driving her face even deeper into her cunt.

"Oh Barbara! Oh darling sweet slave! God you make my pussy so fucking 
hot!"

Barbara started to rotate her hips, so powerful was her need in exciting 
Kelli so, and the overpowering smell of her cunt juice permeated the living
room.

Kelli lewdly licked her lips hungrily as she leaned forward and cupped 
Barbara's tight buttocks in her hands and pulled her pussy down onto her 
ramming tongue. She pressed it deep into Barbara's cunt.

"Ah yes, darling, yesssss!!!" Barbara sighed, as Kelli's tongue explored 
the channels of her slick vagina.

Kelli was furiously biting and sucking on the hard nub between her teeth 
as Barbara continued humping her face.

"Suck my cunt!" Barbara shouted.

"Now Kelli, put your tongue down into my asshole. Lick my ass Kelli, 
tongue fuck my brown hole! Taste me there!"

"Oh yessss!"

"Push it in deeper!"

"All the way in now, lick my asshole!!"

"Fuck it with your tongue!!"

"Yesssss!!!!!"

The bear rug was being crumpled into a heap as the two thrashing bodies 
tumbled around on it.

"I think it's coming now darling!"

"I love you so much!!!"

"I'm cumming now Kelli darling!!"

"I… I… I'm… I'm cummmmminggg!!!!"

"IN YOUR MOUTH!!!"

Tongue diving deep into pussy now, licking, drawing out the delicious 
cream.

Thighs clasping tightly around the beautiful face adoring her pussy. Her 
calves lifted and her toes pointed straight up in offering.

"Uuuunnnnnnnhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

"Oh Gezzzuss!!!! Ohhhhh Godddd!!!!!"

Two quick violent jerks from her hips and the orgasm crashed home.

And in complete exhaustion from their love making, both Kelli and Barbara
collapsed, their bodies tumbling apart as they panted to catch their 
breath.

Their bodies touched lightly, their arms and hands stroked each others 
naked, glistening flesh as they held each other tenderly.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Kelli and Barbara's domestic tranquilly was shattered once again by 
Craig.

Their idyllic lesbian life could not have been a more happy partnership. 
But once again, the ogre of Barbara's past, raised its head, as Craig, 
having got over the initial lust of his new girlfriend, finally realized 
that Barbara was going to get the lion's share of the wealth that he alone 
had created during their marriage.

Craig's girlfriend, was not wealthy by any stretch of the imagination, 
and initially, the sex had been so good, that he looked through her 
shortcomings. The only thing she was not short on in their relationship was
the incredible sexual thrills she gave him.

Kelli was working very hard to sell the Rush's home, so that she and 
Barbara could get on with their lives.

After numerous offers had been presented, each having some slight element
lacking to satisfy Craig, Kelli had finally received a full price offer 
from an Oriental gentleman. The man had lots of cash, and very few 
questions. She loved this type of buyer as it meant a good, solid and fast 
escrow.

In fact, the Chinese gentleman wanted the Rush's house so bad, that he 
offered five thousand dollars more than they were asking. This made the 
deal all that much more solid. A ready and willing and able buyer. Kelli 
knew from experience that Orientals if anything, always tried to strike the
hardest bargain.

Only now, Craig was balking.

"I want Barbara to redo our marital settlement agreement," Craig said 
with more than just a hint of malice in his voice.

Kelli had agreed to meet with him at Coco's restaurant, a neutral ground,
now that she and Barbara were inseparable.

"That cunt is getting everything I worked for. She could probably find 
ice cubes in hell faster than I can create that kind of estate again," he 
continued, his tone becoming darker.

Kelli was in a situation she detested.

He was right.

Barbara was getting almost everything due to his own greed for a new 
woman. In the cold light of day, she knew that his arguments would stand up
in divorce court, no matter how much mud slinging Barbara could manage to 
dredge up about his abusive past. Her lesbian relationship with Kelli was 
well known to Craig, and he would stop at no lengths to use it if he had 
to.

An expose of this kind could quickly ruin the young real estate agent's 
career.

Kelli's mind raced as she tried to come up with solutions to the 
seemingly unsolvable problem.

She went back to the office and discussed the details of Craig's demands 
with her broker. He was no help. He was perfectly correct in pointing out 
to Kelli that the proceeds of the house sale were a matter to be decided by
the parties in the divorce. Real estate law did not come into play at all.

Discouraged and dejected, Kelli decided to put the problem aside for one 
full day, and let Barbara and Craig's lawyers try to come to a settlement.

The buyer of their home put all cash into escrow and was ready to close 
the deal as soon as Craig and Barbara signed the Grant Deed. It could have 
been the quickest sale in history.

Now, it was bogged down.

To top it off, Mr. and Mrs. Fu, the buyers of Barbara's home, were 
anxious to move in. They were calling constantly to see if their offer was 
still valid.

Kelli usually handled this kind of pressure with ease, but her whole 
world had begun to revolve totally around Barbara and she was increasingly 
less able to put things in perspective.

Coming through the front door, Kelli smiled as Barbara immediately fell 
to her knees and assumed the proper greeting position.

Will I ever get tired of this? she wondered as she smiled at her 
submissive lesbian lover, who was now into the second set of ten kisses, 
these, on Kelli's thighs.

"Oh darling, he's being SUCH a bastard!" Kelli sighed then shuddered as 
Barbara placed the tenth kiss on her pussy.

"I hope you're lawyer knows how to get him to be a little more agreeable.
I just want to get on with our life together."

"You know Barbara," Kelli continued, "I make enough money for the two of 
us, and you really don't need it."

But what if you ever leave ME? Barbara thought to herself.

"Let's just get to bed early tonight, darling. Maybe things will be 
different in the morning," Kelli said as they walked upstairs together, 
arms around each others waist.

The deep love they felt for each other had not subsided a bit. Even 
though Barbara had worried once in a while what might happen when she got 
older and Kelli found another younger woman, their love had just deepened 
and grew even stronger, the longer they stayed together.

As they snuggled under the sheets together, sleeping in the spoon 
position, Barbara and Kelli didn't realize it, but the answer was being 
worked on, some miles away.

***

Laura tossed and turned in her bed as the night wore on. She had become 
so intensely jealous of Barbara now that she and Kelli were living 
together. Her rage grew with each passing day as her contact with Kelli was
now limited to that of the traditional boss subordinate relationship.

She and Kelli had not made love forever, it seemed, and Laura's jealousy 
was had no boundaries. If only she could get that bitch Kelli out of the 
picture. If only she could have Barbara exclusively as HER lover. Oh, how 
happy she would make the woman, Laura was sure.

Fitfully, she tossed again, punching the pillow hard.

"Damn! Damn the cunt! Damn! Damn! Damn!" she cried as she finally fell 
asleep.

The next day, Laura put her plan into motion.

"Hi Kelli," Laura smiled sweetly at her boss as she came into the office.

"I've made some fresh coffee and brought in biscuits. Care for some?"

"Yeah, sure," Kelli responded halfheartedly, not really paying attention.
She had slept fitfully herself the night before.

"I've also prepared your daily agenda, and here's the morning hot sheet,"
Laura said as she placed the steaming mug and two fresh biscuits with jam 
on Kelli's desk.

As Kelli leafed through the computer printout, her eyes scanned for new 
listings in Rancho Cordova.

While she was very good at her business, she realized that she didn't get
all the listings available. Just too many bases to cover, but she kept an 
eye on her competition. She never let anything get by, and making notes on 
the new listings, she noted her calendar to call on those homes when the 
current listing expired. If a house didn't sell in the initial listing 
period, usually six months, she was a cinch to pick it up on the rebound.

It was too early to make calls for listing appointments, so she took the 
time to scan the local Realtor Board Newsletter, again keeping abreast of 
the competition. She noted that Ed Lopat's memorial service was attended by
over one hundred fellow realtors.

"Fuckin' stupid ass wipes," she thought to herself. "Didn't those 
jackasses know he had been screwing them blind his whole career?"

Too early to call people at home, but not too early to call the escrow 
companies to see how her numerous deals were doing.

She always fretted just a bit whenever the escrow companies didn't have 
immediate answers to the myriad problems that arose in any real estate 
transaction.

She was especially interested to find out if the Fu's had made any new 
waves over the purchase of the Rush's home. Once satisfied that everything 
was on track there, except for the fact that Craig Rush had still not come 
in to sign the Grant Deed, Kelli breathed a sigh of relief and picked up 
the phone.

"Hi darling," she whispered as Barbara lifted the receiver on the other 
end, "just wanted to say 'I love you' and have a terrific day."

She listened for a moment, then answered.

"Don't worry, I think we'll get him squared away once his lawyer gets 
those photographs of that night you, Laura, he and I spent together."

"I'll see you around six love, bye now."

Kelli hung up the telephone and drew an invisible pattern on her desk as 
she pondered her next move.

Deciding to go cold calling in Rancho Cordova, she picked up her purse 
and headed out the door, only to hear at the last moment, Laura's lilting 
voice.

"Uh, Kelli? Could I see you for just a minute?"

"I'm in a hurry Laura, what's up?"

"I… uh… Oh, never mind, it slipped my mind," she said offhandedly.

Laura was about to try one more power play, but the look in Kelli's eyes 
said 'Don't fuck with me' and Laura's mind flashed immediately to the night
of punishment at the pretty girl's hands. She thought better of it.

Instead, after Kelli was in her car and safely out in the parking lot, 
she picked up the telephone.

"Hi. Don't worry, I waited until I was sure she was gone. I'm so glad you
agreed to see me Barbara. When do you want me to come over?"

She was out the door and in her car five minutes after Kelli left.

Driving into the Rush's driveway, Laura noticed the large 'SOLD – ASK FOR
KELLI STROUD' sign on the For Sale sign, and she inwardly smiled.

"We'll see who has the last laugh."

Barbara Rush hesitantly opened the door just a crack, and seeing that it 
was Laura, quickly let her in.

Kelli had worn the bush shirt and a pretty flounced skirt. Her young body
showed off its delicious curves and delectable thighs to their fullest as 
she walked inside. Barbara had a lump of desire in her throat as she soaked
in Laura's pretty looks.

"I shouldn't be doing this," Barbara started to say as Laura cut her off 
with a full kiss on her mouth.

"Oh God, I've wanted to do that ever since I was forced to make love to 
you Barbara," Laura shook as she held the older woman tightly.

"You just don't know how I've longed to see you again. I'm sorry if I 
bugged you with my telephone calls, but oh Barbara, I will never get the 
scent of your sweet body out of my mind – ever," the young girl said as she
placed her lips once again on the yielding mouth.

"Mmmmm," Barbara sighed. "I really really shouldn't be doing this Laura, 
but I have to admit, you were so exciting. I won't forget either, the way 
we had to please each other. It was so exciting. You know I love Kelli… 
very much… and this makes me feel, well… you know… kind of unfaithful?"

"Oh Barbara, don't be silly. We both know how attracted we were to each 
other. What's the harm in exploring it a little more. Besides, what if 
Kelli ever decides it's over between you two?"

The words shook Barbara's very soul.

But she knew there was more than a grain of truth to the young girl's 
remarks. She wouldn't hold her beauty or firm tits forever. What if Kelli 
took off one day for a younger lover?

Laura saw the self centered fear rise in Barbara's eyes.

"Forget it Barbara. I didn't meant it. I shouldn't have even said it," 
Laura's brows drew together in an agonized expression.

She was finally there, as Barbara had caved in on her constant 
telephoning, and now she almost ruined the mood.

"Come here, Barbara. Please? Come here," Laura continued as she held the 
other woman's arm and steered her towards the couch.

"Come close to me darling."

As Barbara sat on the couch, Laura was immediately all over her 
smothering her face with kisses in a need that had been buried since that 
night of forced lovemaking. She kissed the older woman's eyes, mouth and 
ears, then down the nape of her neck, then back up to full on her mouth, 
darting her tongue deep inside Barbara's open lips.

"Oh Laura," Barbara said, her eyelids half closed in passion.

"You are so young… so beautiful!"

"I could just look at you for hours Barbara. There is something about 
your sexuality, your maturity, your sensuousness. I was attracted to you 
from the first moment we met."

"You were?" Barbara said, as she removed the comb from Laura's hair, 
letting it cascade down over her shoulders. She looked even younger now. 
Her billowing silky locks of contrasting blonde shades mingled their fresh 
washed scent and created the prettiest, most sensual look imaginable. The 
two woman were rapidly getting turned on.

Without further hesitation, Laura was unbuttoning Barbara's blouse, and 
freed her breasts, bending to suck the firm white flesh into her needy 
mouth. Her lips teased Barbara's nipples to hardness with alternating nips 
of her teeth and open mouth. Barbara started moving under her touch.

At the same time, Laura was unbuttoning her own blouse, anxious for her 
pert breasts to be bared to receive the same touch she was giving the other
woman.

Soon their clothes lay in a heap at the end of the couch as the women 
sensuously ground their bodies together, kissing deeply, sighing as they 
took their time arousing each other's hunger to fever pitch.

"You are so beautiful," Barbara sighed.

"You too, Barbara," Laura moved against her.

As Laura worked her mouth back up Barbara's body to the nape of her neck 
she started with small open mouthed kisses and lingered there, teasing the 
flesh, bringing little twinges of pleasure as her mouth again worked its 
way back down to the hard nipples. She rolled them around in her mouth, 
nipping, biting, then sucking them deeply as Barbara's thighs started to 
rub together in aroused need.

Her pussy scent hit Laura like a thunderbolt, as her own pussy responded 
by leaking its thick fluid on Barbara's stomach.

"God, we are both so wet!" Barbara almost shrieked as Laura bit her left 
nipple.

"Hmmmmm, love it!" Laura gasped.

Sliding over the edge of the couch, the young girl took both of Barbara's
knees and held them lightly as she separated her legs. She knelt down 
between the yawning thighs and bent her head to taste the smell hat had 
just excited her.

"Oh Barbara, I could smell this forever," she said as she pushed two of 
her fingers in the dripping slit and brought them to her nose. She inhaled 
deeply and her cheeks flushed scarlet as she sensuously placed the fingers 
in Barbara's mouth.

"Taste yourself."

Barbara's mouth opened and licked her own pussy juice from Laura's 
fingers.

"Mmmm, tastes like honey," she panted.

Lowering her head, Laura breathed lightly on the wet lips, and bent to 
kiss them.

"Mmmmmmmmmm…"

She couldn't control herself and jammed her face and tongue deeply into 
Barbara's cunt, licking the inner walls of her vagina like a woman 
possessed. Barbara's thighs wrapped tightly around the kneeling girl's head
as she placed her hands in the blonde hair, pulling the adoring face hard 
against her.

Her body started moving up and down against the sweet lips. Her cunt 
started twitching from the incredible pleasure the young girl was bringing 
her.

"Ooooh, that feels so good Laura."

"Mmmmmmmm," came the muffled reply.

As Laura's tongue slid over the hard clitoris and buried itself once more
in the slippery folds, she started a rhythmic side to side movement inside 
Barbara's cunt. From time to time she would thrust her tongue deep inside 
the pussy, and roll it around, bringing fresh spasms from the squirming 
flesh underneath her.

"Oh! My God!"

"Oh Laura!!"

"Go on… faster… oh hurry!!"

"This is only an appetizer," the young girl lifted her head and said in a
huskier voice, her eyelids drooped with passion.

Barbara did not have long to wait, as she stretched her long legs 
straight out then brought them together again over Laura's naked back.

As her pussy lips swelled in passion, Laura went into action and without 
missing a beat lashed her furiously working tongue on Barbara's clitoris. 
She dug her index finger into Barbara's foaming cunt, and slid the next 
finger into her now lubricated asshole.

This touched off a fresh orgasm in the woman.

As her fingers worked in and out of both of the holes, she drew a cry of 
passion from Barbara's throat.

Her moans of passion were inarticulate now, sobbing and protracted moans 
of release as her body thrashed on the couch, cumming in torrents.

After they had spent their passions, they sat on the couch like lovers 
newly reunited, and shared their secret innermost thoughts.

"Oh Laura, I never knew it could be better than it was with Kelli," the 
older woman softly spoke.

Laura lifted her head to take in the full impact of what Barbara was 
saying.

"With you it is just so soft, so incredibly sexy, so loving. None of the 
submission or pain that Kelli likes to have with her sex."

"I kind of liked that at first," she continued her confession, "it was 
sexy as hell. But lately, her twists are becoming more and more kinky, and 
even though I still enjoy her, making love to another woman has never meant
as much, or been enjoyed as much by me, until now."

"With you," she added.

"Oh Barbara, I feel the same way," Laura's eyes shined brightly with 
happiness as her plan was working perfectly.

"I've got an idea…" She started to unfold her story to Barbara, who 
listened with rapt attention.

***

"Fucking lousy day," Kelli muttered as she drove back down the freeway to
San Carmel. "I never did like cold door knocking and now I remember why!"

Having spent the afternoon soliciting business house to house, she was 
surprised at the last home she visited by a man who invited her in.

Then practically raped her.

She bolted through the door to the safety of her car and vowed this would
be the last time she went door knocking.

Her skirt was torn where the man tried to force his hands underneath to 
fondle her as he backed her into his bedroom. She should have known better 
than to go inside whenever a man answered the door… dressed only in a 
bathrobe. Her mind had been so preoccupied with the Craig and Barbara 
divorce that she just had not been thinking right.

She noticed a tear in her nylons and swore again.

As she increased her speed to keep up with the flow of traffic she was 
cruising along at seventy miles an hour and back in San Carmel in ten 
minutes.

It was six o'clock when her wheels touched the pavement of her driveway.

As she opened the front door, a look of dismay crossed her face as 
Barbara was not there to welcome her home. Something was wrong, her sixth 
sense told her before darkness fell over her eyes from the blow to her 
neck.

Kelli slowly regained consciousness and was aware that she had difficulty
moving.

What happened?

Am I paralyzed?

Where am I?

As light gradually crept back into her eyes, she realized she was in her 
own bed, but she could not move.

Trying to move her arms and legs, felt like lead weights were attached to
them.

She didn't know it right away, but she was right.

Barbara and Laura entered the room to watch the girl regain 
consciousness. They had spread eagled her on the bed, tying her hands and 
feet to the four corners and added heavy weights to the ends of her limbs, 
stretching her taut.

Kelli Stroud was naked.

Naked and in bondage.

Laura started to tell the bound girl it was payback time. Time to get 
even for shoving her aside. Kelli tested her bonds, but couldn't move an 
inch. She wondered what would come next.

Both Laura and Kelli wore nothing but panties and heels, and the twin 
sight of naked flesh made Kelli's pussy lubricate, even in the predicament 
she was in.

God she loved women.

Laura took a thin leather belt from the night stand and started to 
lightly strike the bound girl on her thighs, then moved up to her breasts. 
Kelli twitched at each lash, and started to jump in her bonds, but she was 
powerless to escape the stinging blows.

After covering her body with a series of lashes that marked Kelli's flesh
from her shoulders to her ankles, Barbara brought some warm oil in and 
rubbed it over the writhing girl's body. After that, Laura started whipping
her again. The stinging blows were enhanced by the oil, and Kelli felt 
every measure that Laura laid on her. She was in agony after a hundred more
blows struck her struggling body.

"Owwww, oh why are you doing this?" her cry sang out.

"Time to pay the piper Kelli darling," Laura sneered.

"B… Barbara, why? What have I ever done to you?" Kelli continued.

Without a word, Barbara pulled her panties down over her hips, and 
stuffed them into Kelli's protesting mouth, gagging her completely.

"Mmmphffff."

"There, that's better," Barbara spoke as she turned to Laura.

With a quiet yet stem voice, Barbara told Kelli that she was in for more.
She untied the girl's ankles from the end of the bed and brought her legs 
back over her head, attaching them now to the same corners that held her 
hands.

They informed the hapless Kelli that she was going to get a punishment 
enema, her ass was so helpless exposed and open now.

The two women walked into the bathroom and arranged the equipment making 
sure their words and the sounds of the instruments were loud enough for 
Kelli to hear in the other room. It gave the bound girl plenty of time to 
contemplate the very filling intrusion that would soon be coming.

They could hear her whimpering through her gag as they returned holding 
the bag.

"You know you deserve this, Kelli," Laura started.

Barbara held the insertion hose as Laura arranged the bag on top of the 
four poster to ensure maximum flow.

Taking some Vaseline, she lubricated the insertion nozzle and plunged it 
into Kelli's gaping asshole, and another moan escaped her gagged mouth as 
the hard plastic slid in to its full length. Laura and Barbara took turns 
playfully pulling the nozzle in and out, fucking the crinkly rosebud as 
they brought Kelli to another state of anticipation.

It seemed the bound girl actually enjoyed it as her ass wriggled on the 
bed and seemed to move towards the nozzle, trying to capture it deep in her
ass.

Laura reached for the clip and with a flick of her fingers, started the 
hot punishing flow into Kelli's abdomen.

As the four quart enema emptied into the girl's body, the cramping became
severe but Laura and Barbara helped it along with several hard spanks to 
her exposed ass cheeks.

"Take it all Kelli."

SPANK!

"You know you need this, don't you Kelli?"

WHACK! WHACK!

Kelli Stroud was in agony by the time the bag emptied its last drop into 
her now distended belly. Her ass was on fire from the slaps both women were
giving her along the way. She suffered painfully at the hands of her lover 
and Laura, and her pain wracked body started to shift into a trembling of 
need.

She wished the two women would stroke her pussy also.

The pain had turned into pleasure.

As if hearing her unspoken need, Laura bent low to lick and kiss the 
bound girl's gaping slash, as her hand played with the nozzle still in the 
bound girl's ass.

Another moan of desire came form Kelli, as Barbara now started kissing 
and sucking her nipples.

CHAPTER EIGHT

After bringing Kelli to the peak of release, both women, almost as if a 
signal passed between them, abruptly stopped their ministrations on the 
struggling flesh.

They stood up, pulled the enema syringe out of Kelli's ass and replaced 
it with a thick butt plug, holding the punishing fluids in her body.

"Enjoy you enema darling," Barbara said as they walked out of the 
bedroom.

"We've got a lot of plans to make. Don't worry, we'll be back to let you 
release it," Laura added.

"Sometime," they both said in unison.

Their smiles grew larger as they knew the torment Kelli would suffer, 
unable to expel the fluids.

"Oh, almost forgot," Laura added as she walked back in with a Polaroid 
camera.

She flashed several pictures of the bound and suffering Kelli, and tossed
the camera on the bed, taking the pictures with her. She placed one picture
next to Kelli's head. The tormented girl looked over and could see that 
there was no mistaking the subject of the picture.

Her face was clearly visible. "I might just have to put these up in the 
lunch room at the office," Laura sneered as she took the remaining pictures
with her.

Kelli's wail of anguish rose in the room.

As Barbara and Kelli left, they each laughed at how they were able to 
turn the tables on the conniving, power hungry young real estate agent.

Unknown to Kelli, Craig Rush had come to his senses once more as did 
Barbara.

While Kelli was out knocking on doors in Rancho Cordova that afternoon, 
Craig and Barbara's lawyers reached an amicable settlement, and the divorce
would be final in a week.

Also, Craig and Barbara both had signed a statement stating that no 
commission was to be paid to Kelli Stroud. They knew she could fight them 
on this if she wanted to as real estate contracts were pretty tight, but 
figured they would somehow find a way to make her agree.

With the pictures safely tucked away, Barbara knew now that Kelli 
wouldn't fight her at all.

She and Laura packed their bags, and took off together for the new home 
Barbara had purchased for her new life as the lesbian partner to the young 
Laura Conway.

Their love was so simple.

So pure.

None of the hatred and pain that she had experienced with Kelli.

The two women made love long and often, and each time it was sweeter than
the last. Their's was a true, lesbian love.

Before leaving, they mailed the key to Barbara's house to the escrow 
company, and knew it would only be a day until they received it.

They tucked a little note inside with the key, telling them to make an 
immediate inspection of the house, especially the master bedroom as soon as
they received the key.

They knew that Kelli wouldn't suffer any damage from holding her 
punishment enema for twenty four hours, and only wished they could have 
been there when the people from the escrow company found her tied to the 
bed, writhing in pain… and pleasure.

A month after the startled escrow secretary entered the Rush's home, 
Kelli was hauled before the Ethics Committee of the Board of Realtors and 
stripped of her license.

Without any means of support, she soon lost all of her toys, her 
possessions, her own quickly acquired wealth. She was last seen in the 
company of a stern looking biker woman, a bull dyke who loved to inflict 
pain and submission on her various love partners.

Kelli had degenerated into the role of abject sex slave, still looking 
for the perfect woman in her life.

She would never find her. She would only find a cruel sadistic woman, who
would fulfill every depraved need she craved.

***

"You are a very beautiful girl, Laura," Barbara said as she softly 
stroked her young lover's arm.

Laura blushed again. "No, no, you're the one who is beautiful," she 
stammered.

Barbara laughed. "Tell me, what did you think of the way we left Kelli, 
honestly."

"Well, it served her right," Laura replied.

"I take it you didn't like that?" Barbara whispered, her breath now close
to Laura's ear…

"I… I guess I didn't like her way of doing business, or the way she was 
treating you Barbara darling."

"You know what you like, I am sure. That is why I am so happy we're 
together." Barbara refilled Laura's wine glass.

As Laura watched Barbara walk to the kitchen for more wine, she looked at
her longingly, again, as if for the very first time.

She was so tender with her.

So loving.

So incredibly sexy for an older woman.

Barbara Rush had such a beautiful and graceful walk, like a princess. Her
long island skirt blew softly around the outline of her legs with each step
she took and an occasional glimpse of white thigh protruded through the 
slit, fueling an immediate hot flash in Laura's stomach.

And the silken sheer blouse clung to those nipples which now were rock 
hard underneath the softly moving fabric.

Returning with two filled wine glasses, Barbara sat down again next to 
her young lover and spoke the words she never thought she would.

"Laura, darling, let's get married. I know a minister who will marry 
lesbian couples, and I want to prove to you that I will stay with you 
forever. I even want my name to be the same as yours. Barbara Conway. It 
has such a nice sound to it. Barbara Conway," she said as she enveloped the
pretty girl in her arms, and kissed her deeply.

***

"Your pussy hair is too thick," the voice matter-of-factly said.

Kelli could feel fingers pulling through her cunt hairs, grabbing them, 
twisting them.

"A little singe or two should take care of that!"

The heat of the poker approached her pussy and Kelli again tried to 
scream. She was almost screamed out.

Ssssssssssss…

"Agggggghhhhh!!!!"

Ssssssssssss…

The poker's heat seared her cunt lip as it burned away her pubic hair.

"I'll bet you'd also like me to tattoo the insides of your cunt lips 
wouldn't you," the voice took on a sadistic tone.

Ssssssssssss…

"Nnnnnnnoooooooo!!"

Ssssssssssss…

Kelli's voice trailed off, her fear choking in her throat.

She bucked arid strained against the tight leather holding her immobile, 
terrified of the blazing hot poker that her tormentor wanted to sear inside
of her pussy. How could anyone be so cruel?

She had come here only to be tattooed.

A nice, feminine tattoo.

A pale, pink rose on her left buttock.

Or was it right buttock?

She started to play games in her own mind.

Question and answer.

Answer the question.

Left.

Right.

She was terrified and did not want to think of what might happen to her 
next.

"No, I think I'll wait until the next visit," the voice said.

"I haven't finished with this yet…"

Ssssssssssss…

"Aaagghhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Ssssssssssss…

A fresh brand was placed under the crease of her left buttock.

Ssssssssssss…

Plleeeeeasse!!! Noooooo!!!"

Ssssssssssss…

She screamed into the darkness.

"Oh yes my little pet, you need much more marking."

Ssssssssssss…

The crease under her right buttock now felt the searing white hot poker.

"Arghhhhhhh!!!!"

Ssssssssssss…

Kelli started to choke on her own spital as the pain was unbearable.

Sssssssssssss…

"Aaaannnngghhhhggg!!!"

Sssssssssssss…

Her words and screams were unintelligible.

The branding continued.

"My you look so lovely," the quiet voice whispered into her ear as the 
poker burned her flesh over and over.

Sssssssssssss…

Kelli looked like a martyr of biblical times, her flesh burned and 
tormented for the sins of her soul.

The pain passed through the threshold where pain and pleasure mixed. She 
now welcomed the searing heat. Welcomed its cleansing fire. It washed away 
all the sins of her past.

Her pussy throbbed as her backside burned.

Her clit distended.

Another marking place.

"Ah, this should be properly tattooed also!"

Ssssssssssssss…

"Noooooooooooo… mm!!"

Ssssssssssssss…

Kelli's screams faded as her throat turned dry.

"I've had about all of the screaming I can take from you," the voice 
huskily said.

"Perhaps you'd like me to cauterize this??!!"

The poker came with in inches of Kelli's lips and the intense heat 
startled her as she tried to move her head away.

She couldn't.

She immediately conjured up what her face would look like if she were 
disfigured there by the terrible tattooing of a white hot branding poker.

"N… no… I… n… noooo…noooooooo!!"

Her voice returned to its terrified pitch as her body convulsed in 
absolute terror.

She would never kiss again.

She would never lick pussy again.

She would never want to be licked or kissed by anyone again if she was 
burned there.

She would never be desirable again.

Her agony continued, as the poker was withdrawn as fast as it was put 
there.

Kelli's pussy was dripping wet now.

She didn't know why.

Somehow, the terrible agony she was undergoing touched off the deepest 
submissive streak in her soul. The terrible ordeal was exciting her.

"Ah, I see your pussy is wet. You slut."

The voice was talking matter-of-factly now.

"Well, what if I seal it closed right now."

She could feel the heat between the tops of the curves of her inner 
thighs, and again tried to recoil from the terrible instrument.

Sssssst…

Sssssst…

"Arawwwwghawwwwww!!!!!" her scream tore out again as the iron touched the
insides of her thighs in two quick short strokes.

Her thighs twitched involuntarily as they tried to relieve the horrible 
pain.

Kelli orgasmed at the same time.

"Unnnnhhhhhhhhhh! Oh God!!!"

Sssssssssssssss…

Sssssssssssssss…

The poker touched her again, an inch below the first two marks.

"Aaaawwwwwwwww… nnnoooooooo!!!!"

Her perspiring body jerked and heaved.

The passion and the pain mingled.

Kelli was transported into a rapturous state she never new existed.

Her pussy flowed like an untamed river as drop after drop of cunt cream 
pooled on the floor between her legs. She was cumming without any stimulus 
to her most sensitive parts.

She was cumming from the pain and pleasure of her punishing tattoo.

Cumming hard.

Bucking.

Heaving.

Bucking and jerking.

She started to whimper as she grew hotter and hotter. Suddenly, her 
tormentor's hand was on her clitoris, now distended longer than it had ever
been.

Her feet pressed harder into the floor to strain her aching pussy towards
the hands that were now softly stroking and exciting her pussy even more.

"You are nothing but a naughty, naughty little girl, Kelli. Shame on you 
for wanting to tattoo this lovely body," the hands continued working their 
magic.

CRACK!!

The first blow caught her just below the crease of her buttocks, where 
the charred thin lines still throbbed.

Kelli cried out again and pulled hard against her bondage trying to free 
herself from the agonizing pain.

It didn't work.

SPANK!! SPANK!! CRACK!! SWAT!!!!

Soon, fresh tears were running down her pretty face as her tormentor 
started to give her a paddling over her fresh branded tattoo.

The pain though, was somehow very highly erotic. So erotic that Kelli 
could hardly stand it. She wanted the fingers in her pussy again, as her 
paddling continued. The feelings grew more and more stimulating as each 
blow to her tender raw bottom fell with more force.

She no longer tried to escape the awful blows that landed on her raw 
flesh. Instead, she was trying only to satisfy the raging needs of her 
dripping pussy. She wanted to cum again, and cum hard.

The hand reach around her hips again and started to stroke her pussy. Her
ass churned in desire as far as the tight leather straps would allow as she
pressed her wet slit against the soft fingers.

"Unnhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she moaned against the stroking fingers.

"Arghhhhhhhh!!!" she screamed as the blows continued down on her burned 
buttocks.

Again, the paddling on her buttocks commenced with renewed vigor. Kelli's
tormentor knew just how to bring her to the edge of a pleasure filled 
release, then draw her back with more pain.

The feeling of the hand smacking her punished and tattooed ass was 
driving her wild. She wanted more. Much more.

Kelli thrashed wildly in her bonds, held tightly in place for over two 
hours now.

A steady stream of moans and groans filled the dank room. The smell of 
her cunt juice and perspiration smacked her nostrils with a tremendous 
rush. Blow after blow landed on her ass.

The pain was growing worse, but so was the pleasure. All thought had been
driven from her mind except the wonderful feelings in her pussy and the 
terrible pain in her body. The hot sensations of the instrument of pain, 
and the fingers of pleasure overrode everything else.

"I'm going to free one hand, Kelli."

Was it over?

She felt her right hand start to loosen as the tight leather strap was 
removed.

"I want to watch you play with your pussy as I continue with your 
punishment," the voice gently whispered.

Kelli could still not see her tormentor.

But she couldn't believe her ears, either.

She knew that once she started touching herself, that there would be no 
way that she could pretend that she wasn't loving what was happening to 
her.

On the other hand, if she refused, she was terrified of what her 
tormentor would do to her further. Her whole body was on fire from the 
terrible tattooing and she craved a release from both the pain, and the 
pleasure.

With a choked cry mingled with pain and desire, need and fear all mingled
in the same gut wrenching groan, Kelli reached between her legs. She could 
hardly believe that just minutes ago she had cum. Already, she was so wet 
and so hot that she couldn't hold back.

Her hand moved with a will of its own, stroking her wet lips, driving her
senses even higher.

She heard footsteps behind her as her tormentor watched her play with her
pussy. Kelli loved to masturbate and she really got into it. Her fingers 
were mashing wildly in her juicing cunt.

WHACK!! CRACK!! SPANK!! CRACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!

As she felt the hand descend on her raw ass meat again, Kelli's fingers 
started to fly in her pussy and onto her clit. The sensations were so 
intense both down there and back on her buns that she almost lost control. 
She didn't though. She kept masturbating herself hard.

"Count, Kelli," the voice started.

"I want you to count each stroke I give you."

The command was almost too much for Kelli. In her present state she could
hardly concentrate on her clit when she was being spanked. She was so hot 
that she didn't think she could keep an accurate count.

Not that she cared.

Her tormentor could spank her a thousand harsh whacks, the pleasure was 
so great.

As she started to count each stroke being delivered to her punished 
globes, her voice contained all the emotion of the moment. It spoke of the 
burning pain in her ass, the incredible arousal in her pussy.

No matter how hard it was to concentrate on the pleasure and the pain, 
Kelli did not lose count of the strokes. Nor did her hand ever leave the 
delicious folds of her cunt.

She needed that contact. It was the only thing that kept her from going 
out of her mind from the arousal and the horrible pain of being spanked 
over her fresh branding marks. Her hand quickly became a blur as it flew 
around her oily slick clit.

"Uuuuuunnnnnnnn!!!!!!!"

She started cumming hard. Harder than she had ever cum in her life. Her 
pussy was a steady stream of cum juice, raw clit and puffed pussy lips. Her
fingers were lost inside of her folds as she bucked her pelvis hard against
them.

The paddling on her ass started to slow down.

Her hand started to slow down.

She jerked for the twentieth time in orgasm as the mind blowing 
experience drained every last ounce of reserve from Kelli Stroud's body.

She moaned her final moan of release and suddenly felt something very 
hard between the crease of her ass cheeks.

Was it a cock?

Or a dildo?

She never knew exactly who her tormentor was.

She felt the thick head pressing hard on her punished buttocks.

There was no lubrication, other than her pussy cream that had flowed down
under her cunt and between the lowest part of her ass. She felt the 
hardness dip down into the slick goo, then back up to her asshole.

The thick member started to press home.

For the first time since Kelli had been commanded to touch herself, she 
took her hands from her pussy and tightly clenched the flesh of her inner 
thigh.

She grabbed hard.

She wanted to not deny the entrance of the thickness now invading her 
most private hole.

It started out gently. Soon, a wild thrusting started into her ass as the
thickness buried itself in her rectum a full nine inches. She was 
completely stuffed.

And loved it.

She started wiggling again.

As much as her bondage would allow.

Kelli felt as though she was being torn apart by the way that the 
thickness thrust into her. The cock, or dildo, was so deep inside of ass 
that it was almost like being permanently impaled. It was a feeling so 
intense, so hot, that she almost passed out.

Hands grabbed her hips and used the leverage to push even more deeply 
into her asshole. Now, with every thrust, she could feel her sore thighs 
pressing against flesh.

That was all it took to start her cumming again.

"Ohhhhhh yessss!"

"Fuck me!!"

"Fuck my asshole!!"

"Hurt me!!"

"More!!!!!"

"I want you to fuck me hard and deep!!!"

"Fuck my asshole and never stop!!"

"NEvverrrrr…!!!!!!"

Her screams flowed from her throat as Kelli shook and trembled, convulsed
and jerked in another orgasm, and she passed out, totally, completely, 
thoroughly spent.

"Kelli?"

"Kelli!!?"

The voice brought her awake in an instant.

"We thought we lost you there for a moment," the smiling face of the 
tattoo artist looked down at her.

"I didn't mean to use so much anesthetic, must be losing my touch," the 
smiling gentleman quietly helped her up as he spoke.

"Like it?" he asked.

Kelli looked into his hand held mirror and admired the pale pink rose 
tattoo on her left buttock.

"You must have been having a terrible nightmare," the man continued.

"Let this heal for awhile before you bath."

"Come back in two days, and I'll help remove the skin that didn't take 
the ink. Don't worry, it will not be painful."

"And," he added, "I won't need to use the anesthetic."
