A Lady's Maid
by Unknown
(MS-124)


FOREWORD 

Veronica was in the mood for some violent domination. Her maid, Misty's, 
bawdy body was just yearning to be subjugated. 

"Misty!! Come here!! " Veronica shrieked. 

The maid approached her. Veronica smirked as she gazed over the voluptuous 
curves of the maid's young body. She loved the girl's big, round boobs and 
her full, pointed tits. Best of all, she liked the way that Misty swung her 
moon-shaped ass from side to side as she walked. 

The dominatrix was attired exclusively in black leather and shining silver. 
Her outfit was highly provocative. It was scanty, consisting of a girdle and 
bra. The bra had holes opened into it for the dominatrix's up-thrusting 
purple nipples to poke out. The girdle had both a hole over the anus and an 
opening around the pink cunt. 

Misty gasped. She noticed the look in her mistress' eyes. It was brutally 
lustful. She smelled the black leather. That sent the chills cascading down 
her spine. 

"Get down on all fours!! " Veronica commanded. "Obey me, you hot bitch!! " 

Misty the maid swiftly complied. She crouched to the crimson carpet and 
raised herself on her four limbs. She thrust her ass-hole up submissively, 
knowing what her Lady liked. 

'Good slave!! " Veronica wet her lips. The dominatrix then took the apple 
that she held in her hand and shoved it into her slave's mouth. Misty bit 
into the fruit. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"Fuck me, you wild cunt!! Fuck me!! " the dominatrix shrieked. "You fuck me 
until the cream spouts from my cunt!! " 

The dominatrix cracked the whip on the woman's back. The younger woman 
howled in delicious pain. She loved being dominated by her Lady!! The 
dominatrix was dressed in black leather from head to toe. She wore sleek and 
sexy high-heeled leather boots that came right up to her knees. The leather 
of her outfit had a sheen to it, as though her slave had polished it for 
many hours on end, or maybe even licked it till it shined. 

"Yes!! Veronica!! Yes!! " the twenty-five year-old maid shouted out to her 
mistress. The maid's name was Misty. She served a woman all of forty years 
of age, a woman of great, dark beauty. 

Misty was on her hands and knees. She panted like a bitch in heat. She 
pressed the black and golden dildo into her Lady's cunt. In and out, in and 
out, of Veronica's pussy the sleek dildo slid. Misty tried her hardest to 
please her mistress. Veronica was a harsh and demanding woman. 

The whip cracked again upon Misty's back. The girl howled out in her 
pleasure and her pain. Veronica screamed, "You lowly whore!! Establish your 
rhythm!! My precious hole is not to be treated as a drainpipe!! Push the 
dildo in deeper. Stroke it gently around and around my cunt lips!! 
OOOHHHHHH!! ! That's better, my precious young bitch!! " 

The whip cracked again. There was no reason. Veronica just liked whipping 
her servant. 

Misty concentrated upon her mistress' cunt. It was a breath-taking treasure, 
that pussy. The leather pants that clung so tightly to 

Veronica's thighs and hips had a hole-ingeniously opened over the loins, to 
admit the most intimate caresses. It was Misty's duty to serve that hole in 
every way that her mistress desired. Nothing was too way-out. Nothing was 
too obscene. Misty only knew that she wanted to make Veronica's sugar-sweet 
cunt happy!! 

'That's right, you bitch!! Fuck me with that rod!! Turn up the vibrations!! 
That's the way I-like it!! " 

Veronica reached out her leather-gloved hand and gripped her maid's hair 
viciously. She rammed the younger woman's face right into her clit. 

"Suck my clit!! Suck it, you bitch!! Suck my sweet clit!! " Veronica 
groaned. The pleasure was intense. Misty was doing well. 

The whip cracked again. That was Misty's reward. That was how servants had 
to be treated!! 

Misty eagerly lapped away at her mistress' clit. Her tongue darted out and 
encompassed the lovebud. She sniffed deeply. It was a wonderful fragrance 
that crept up her nostrils. She smelled Veronica's cunt-juices intermingled 
with the glorious scent of black leather!! Nothing was a bigger turn-on than 
that!! That was, nothing except the whip!! 

CRACK!! ! The whip smacked hard on the servant's buns. Her ass-cheeks stung 
with wildfire. Misty could not hold it in. The tears streamed down her 
cheeks. She was proud of those tears. It meant total involvement, complete 
sacrifice, to her. 

That was the way she felt. 

That was what she strove for. She loved to pleasure her mistress with the 
totality of her mind and her body. There was nothing that Misty would have 
refused Veronica. She did not dare!! ! 

"OOOHHHH!! ! ! ! I like that!! Keep it up!! Keep up that tongue-action, you 
hot and horny bitch of mine!! Lick my clit until your tongue falls off!! ! " 

The dominatrix howled with insane laughter. A deep groan of pleasure 
underlay that laughter. She was truly in ecstasy. Her pussy quivered. That 
dildo was doing its trick in high style. 

The whip cracked again. "Faster with that dildo, bitch!! Faster!! Frig me 
faster!! I want that thing to go in and out of me with more force!! OOHH!! 
You stupid slut!! Can't you do anything right!! " 

The dominatrix slapped her maid violently across the face. The whip cracked 
down again. This time the whip came down so hard that the maid shivered from 
head to toe. Her blood froze in her veins. Her mistress scared the life out 
of her with that stinging length of leather!! 

"Fuck me!! Fuck me!! " Veronica shrieked, this time with greater passion 
than ever. "Fuck my cunt, you bitch!! Fuck my cunt!! " 

Misty trembled with delight. She loved being dominated like this. Her 
mistress pleasured her with her cruel words and insults. 

"You are slime!! Pure trash!! " Veronica roared. 'Take this, you hussy!! " 
The whip cracked again and again. 

Misty slammed the penis in and out, in and out, of her mistress' pussy. The 
dildo hummed away magically. It sounded like crazy music. 

Veronica lifted up one of her black-booted legs and drove the spike gently 
into her maid's naked back. That was the perfect tease for Misty. She licked 
her mistress out with even more enthusiasm. The new posture that Veronica 
had assumed permitted the dildo to penetrate more deeply and more easily 
into the Lady's cunt. 

Misty moved her tongue around her Lady's cunt lips even as the vibrator 
shuttled back and forth. She loved the taste of her woman's pussyjuice. She 
loved the smell of it. Her tongue lapped the dripping wetness. 

Misty put her tongue back into her mouth. She rolled it around and around. 
She wanted to savor every drop of the precious fluid. 

Veronica laughed when she saw her maid enjoying her cunt-juices, drinking 
them down as though she were at an oasis in the desert. 

"So you like my pussyjuices, do you, darling? That's because you are a foul 
slut!! You are only fit for sucking out pussies!! Your cunt is too foul to 
be sucked. It smells like rotting wood. You are such a sleazy creature. I do 
not know why I put up with you like this!! 

"Perhaps it is because you make such a good slave. The most wretched girls 
make the best slaves. You were born to be a slave. You were born to lick out 
the cunts of finer ladies. You were born a whore!! ! " 

The whip cracked again. , "Beg!! Pant!! ! " Veronica screamed with a furious 
passion. "Beg me to stop whipping you!! " The whip fell in a brutal series 
of lashes. The poor maid's body quivered once more from that barbarous 
beating. 

"Please!! Stop it, Veronica!! Please stop beating me with your cruel whip" 
Misty whimpered. 

"Why should I?" the dominatrix sneered as the dildo still shuttled in and 
out of her pulsating cunt. 

"I am not worthy of your efforts. I don't deserve punishment from such a 
divine Lady as yourself. I am only fit for the worms and for the brothels. I 
am a whore, my Lady!! I AM A WHORE!! ! " 

That outright confession of her lowness appealed to the dominatrix. She 
smiled cruelly with approval. 

"Good! That is what I had to hear. Your feeble wits have saved your cute 
ass, darling!! " The Lady flung her whip away with a casual toss. 

Misty the Maid breathed a sigh of relief. Then she began to pant. She 
screamed out, "Listen to me pant, my Lady!! Listen to me pant!! I am a hot 
bitch!! I am your hot bitch!! I'm your private whore!! Enjoy me, my Lady!! 
Please take pleasure from my body!! " 

Veronica smirked. She reached down and ran her fingers wildly through 
Misty's hair. She liked her blondeness. Veronica was a flaming redhead. Her 
hair was as hotly colored as her diabolical passions. 

Misty kept plunging the dildo in and out, in and out, of her mistress' cunt. 
The Lady's pussy quivered. Veronica sweated inside of her black leather 
suit. The scent of her sweat mixing with that fragrant leather was 
intoxicating to her. 

Veronica reached up and stroked her own breast with her leather gloved 
fingers. She moaned with pleasure. Her tits were erect. She loved the feel 
of her own boobs. She was very proud of them. She trembled with ferocious 
delight. Misty had gone back to sucking her clit and her cunt lips. 

Misty stared up at her mistress. She shivered with ecstasy. She loved 
Veronica's figure. She looked like the perfect noblewoman. The sight of her 
took her servile breath away. Her pussy quivered wildly. 

"I love you, my Lady!! I worship you!! " Misty screamed. She could not 
control her frantic passions. "You are so beautiful, my Lady!! Your body is 
a gorgeous temple for me to worship!! My whole body and mind and heart love 
you, my precious Veronica!! " 

Veronica smirked with self-contentment. She was pleased to hear even such a 
lowly creature as her maid proclaim her beauty. The world should know of 
it!! 

"Let me help you, my hot bitch!! " Veronica purred. She slid her hands down 
her sleek leather outfit and clasped her maid by the hands. Her fingers 
encircled the throbbing dildo. She helped Misty to plunge it into her 
dripping cunt. 

Veronica had a marvelous capacity for orgasms. She could cream for hours on 
end. She had been experiencing spasms of delight for the past hour. The 
sensations were extreme. They were fabulous. 

Misty licked her mistress' hands. Veronica stroked her loyal servant's hair. 
That made the girl groan with delight. 

Misty creamed. Her cunt erupted in the savage exultation of being stroked by 
her black-leathered mistress. She was drugged on the fetish of the black 
leather and the violence. Veronica made her feel so wanted, so necessary. 
Veronica was a lady of high-rank. She needed a trustworthy slave to fuck her 
with her tongue and to pleasure her in many nameless ways. Veronica needed a 
hot bitch to lash with the whip. Misty prided herself in being that hot 
bitch. 

"Fuck me!! Fuck me!! Fuck me!! You randy whore!! " Veronica shrieked. She 
smelled the cunt-juices spilled out of her maid's pussy. That really turned 
her on in a heavy way. She loved to smell the sleazy cunt juices of the 
lower classes!! 

"I shall!! I shall!! Oh, my mistress, I shall fuck you!! " Misty howled out 
in her terrific passion. "I shall ram this instrument of pleasure up your 
cunt as you command me!! I am yours to use and abuse!! I am so honored to 
fuck you!! My hands are yours!! " 

"You are a hot bitch indeed!! " Veronica smirked. She ran her long, leathery 
fingers through her maid's hair, forcing Misty's face against her clit once 
more. 

Misty's pussy quivered. She thought of the long white fingers under that 
black leather. She thought of the red-painted nails that she had done for 
her mistress. It had really taken her much time and effort. Just to know 
that such beauty was to be found under those tightly clasping leather gloves 
made her whole body palpitate with extreme pleasure. 

Veronica commanded, "Withdraw the dildo!! I want your tongue and fingers 
inside of me. Fuck me with your hot hands, you horny bitch!! Fuck me!! ! ! ! 
! " 

"Yes, mistress!! Yes!! " Misty howled. She grasped the dildo firmly in her 
hands and carefully withdrew it from her mistress' cunt. Veronica moaned as 
her maid pulled it out. That dildo was heaven!! 

Misty gently placed the dildo on the floor to the side of her. She could not 
afford the luxury of flinging it away. Veronica would never have tolerated 
that. She would have beaten her cruelly, too cruelly even for the 
pain-hungry Misty's pleasure. 

Misty plunged her face into her mistress' loins. She pressed her lips to her 
Lady's cunt lips. Her tongue darted out of her mouth. She forced it down 
into the tightly clasping folds of pink flesh. Veronica had such a beautiful 
pussy. Her pink pussy so contrasted with the black leather that she wore! 

Misty moved her lips around and around her Lady's cunt lips. The vagina 
palpitated with a passion. Misty darted her tongue higher. She sucked upon 
the clitoris. She flicked her tongue teasingly against the throbbing shaft, 
that delicious mound of love. 

"OOOOHHHH!! ! ! You frigging slut!! " Veronica laughed. "I like that!! " She 
dug her black leather clad fingers into her maid's back. Misty groaned with 
extreme delight. She loved the feel of sleek black leather against her naked 
flesh. It didn't really matter to her if that leather was part of a whip or 
a Lady's glove or her mistress' outfit. She was deeply into leather. 

"Your pussy tastes so good, my Lady!! Your cunt is so sweet and creamy!! And 
it smells like flowers!! " Misty took in a deep whiff. She was not 
exaggerating. Her mistress' pussy was a bottomless pit of glorious delight. 

"Fuck me!! Suck my cunt!! You hot bitch!! " Veronica yelled. She slapped her 
maid sharply against her cheeks, back and forth, back and forth. "Keep your 
mind on what you are doing! When I want to hear your meaningless compliments 
I'll ask you for them!! " Veronica snarled. "But until then, just obey me. I 
told you to suck my pussy and to frig it with your fingers!! So suck me, you 
sleazy slut!! Suck me for all that you're worth!! Or I'll take the whip in 
hand again and beat your ass to a pulp!! 

"I promise you, Misty, it will hurt like the bleeding dickens!! ! ! ! ! " 

Misty sucked on Veronica's pussy with increasing passion. She blew upon her 
Lady's cunt with lips and a mouth that were so very, very exciting. 

Her pussy quivered. 

Veronica knew that her orgasm was not far away. Her clit was pulsating at a 
mile a minute. Her pussy quivered with overwhelming delight. Misty's tongue 
buried itself swiftly into her cunthole, then darted out again surprisingly 
fast. 

"Oh, you bitch!! You bitch!! " Veronica murmured to herself. She tossed her 
head from side to side in her terrific ecstasy. 

Misty thrilled to hear her mistress in such spasms of wild joy. She sucked 
Veronica's cunt with smiling lips. She made certain not to look up. She 
dared not guess how her mistress might react to her enjoyment. 

Veronica had been having fantastic orgasms through the intense fucking 
session. But she knew that the big one was coming. Misty was proving herself 
to be the hottest whore on Vancouver bland. The naughty maid was-teasing 
Veronica's cunt into a ferocious storm!! 

"Poke your tongue deeper into my cunt, darling slave!! " Veronica screamed. 
"Shove it there and keep it there!! You God-damned bitch!! Your tongue feels 
better than a flaming prick!! " 

Misty obeyed. Her tongue lashed out, stabbing deeply into her mistress' red 
hot hole. She didn't retract her tongue, but kept it buried way-down in the 
steaming cunt. The sweaty fragrance of the pussyjuices was intoxicating. 
Misty breathed in deeply. She sighed even as her lips pressed down firmly 
against Veronica's cunt lips. 

Misty then performed a wonderful feat. She moved her tongue around inside of 
the hot cunt as though her tongue were a man's prick. The maid's tongue was 
long and thick and firm. It shuttled wildly around in that randy cunt. 

The vagina clasped the maid's curled tongue and squeezed it. That made Misty 
go crazy with lust. She reached up her fingers and opened the cunt lips 
wide. She blew into the wider hole with all her might!! 

"You crazy slut!! " Veronica screeched. "Yes!! Yes!! Blow me!! Blow me with 
your dirty mouth!! Suck me out!! My juices are running wild!! Suck, bitch, 
suck!! Suck my pussy!! ! " 

Misty gazed up into her mistress' eyes and smirked. She at last dared to let 
her feelings show. She knew perfectly well that Veronica was beside herself. 
Her Lady was consumed with frantic lusts. Veronica was just as much a slave 
to her own desires as Misty was her Lady's servant!! 

Misty was surprised when Veronica shrieked, "I'm going to ride you, bitch!! 
Turn around and pant some more!! " That wiped the smirk right off of her 
face. She knew that when her Lady acted like that there was no telling what 
weird wildness might go down! 

Misty did as her Lady commanded. She turned her ass-cheeks up towards 
Veronica and then started to pant like a bitch in heat. 

She felt the smooth leather of Veronica's thighs slide over her back. That 
made her gasp with pleasure. The feel of that soft, sensuous leather made 
her quiver with ecstasy!! 

Veronica shifted her weight on her slave. Veronica chuckled loudly as she 
rubbed her cunt lips against her slave's back. There was a secret threat in 
that chuckling, Misty knew. But she could not guess what the secret was. 

"OOOUUUCCCHHH!! ! " Misty shrieked. She felt a tremendous shaft slamming 
down deeply into her ass-hole. It felt like a rocket roaring up between her 
buns. 

'Take that, you slut!! " Veronica raged. "There's a cock up your ass for 
you, my honey-lipped bitch!! " 

Veronica rammed the dildo right down to the hilt into her maid's, shithole. 
Misty trembled with the shock and pain. The dildo was big, large even for an 
ass as spacious as her own. It was excruciating. The dildo was as hard as 
rock. It gave no play. It raged forwards, straight as a lance, into her 
tightly clasping anus!! 

Misty breathed fast and deeply. Veronica forced that dildo in and out, in 
and out, of her maid's ass with a cruel passion. Now, indeed, Misty panted 
like the bitch in heat. That pleased Veronica immensely. 

"Forwards!! Move on, you hot slut!! " Veronica commanded. She pressed her 
legs tightly about her maid's naked, sweaty flesh. Misty shouted out in 
pain, "Oh, Veronica, you're killing me!! The pain!! The pain!! Please don't 
hurt me like this!! ! I can't stand it!! It's so terrible!! " 

'Tell me that you like this cock up your ass!! " Veronica laughed. 'Tell me 
you like it!! " she then suddenly snarled. 

"I love it!! I love your dildo up my ass!! Shove it up my ass some more!! 
Shove that big, hot dildo up my ass!! " Misty screamed. She knew from 
experience that that was the only way that she could save herself. Only by 
playing by Veronica's rules could she hope to save her sweet ass!! 

Veronica screamed, "NO!! YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH!! NO MORE DILDO UP YOUR ASS, YOU 
SLEAZY ANIMAL!! " She then tugged the hard shaft from her maid's shithole 
and flung it across the room. It shattered against the far wall, where it 
rebounded off the marble fireplace. 

Veronica's pussy was hottest of all now. This was the tremendous orgasm that 
she had been working towards. 

Veronica slid off of her maid's back. She threw the young lady to the floor, 
so that she was sprawled upon her back. Misty did not struggle. She let her 
limbs flow as freely as running water. It was insanity to resist her Lady's 
passion! 

Veronica pounced upon her maid's face. She shoved her leather-encircled 
pussy into Misty's lips. She howled out her fierce exultation!! 

Misty didn't need any more orders. She knew what was demanded of her. She 
lashed out with her tongue and sucked with all her might upon her mistress' 
fiery pussy. The cunt was dripping wet. Her Lady's hot, thick fluids ran 
down her opened mouth and throat. She inhaled the perfumy fragrance. 

Veronica's leather-clad ass came down heavily upon her bosom. Her boobs were 
crushed against the slick leather. Veronica bounced up and down, back and 
forth, literally fucking Misty's face with her torrid cunt. 

The maid was in spasms of her own. She writhed beneath the violent balling. 
Her Lady slammed her pussylips viciously into her nose. Veronica's clit 
throbbed and tingled against her slave's cheeks. Misty gasped in her 
ferocious pleasure!! 

Veronica shook back and forth. She spun her head in fierce revolutions. She 
sweated in torrents. Her boobs heaved and her tits hardened within the black 
leather that garbed her body. Her orgasm was here at last. Fiery spasms 
consumed her. Her pussy dripped its red-hot cunt-juices all over her maid's 
upturned face!! 

"I'm coming, you hot slut!! I'm coming!! I'm coming!! My cunt's exploding!! 
Fucking shit!! My cunt is exploding!! " Veronica's pussy erupted in terrific 
spasms. She fell backwards, crashing to the floor. She tumbled back and 
forth, from side to side. She was in hysterics. The sexual climax had thrown 
her into a violent trance. 

Misty backed away as her Lady's black-leather clad body rocked upon the 
floor. She murmured, "My God!! " 

Veronica reached down and clasped her pussy. She shoved her fingers all the 
way down into the hot, wet hole and kept them there. She moaned with savage 
delight. Truly, she was a satisfied woman. 

Misty cautiously approached her mistress. She knew what was expected of her. 
Veronica could not leave the pleasure-chamber with a dripping cunt. Someone 
had to clean out her wet pussy for her. 

Misty loomed over her writhing mistress. She gently reached down and tugged 
upon Veronica's hands. They reluctantly gave up their grasp on her twitching 
cunt. 

Misty pressed her lips to Veronica's pussy and licked away. She lapped up 
all the flowing female juices. She darted her tongue deeply into the 
steaming pussy and gulped the precious fluids down. 

'That's it, girl!! " her mistress screamed, slowly regaining consciousness. 
"That's it!! Lick my pussy out!! Suck my juices dry!! And don't forget that 
it's an honor, you sleazy, hot whore!! " 

"Yes! Yes!! I am your hot whore!! " Misty cried out in her own wonderful 
passion. She had had her share of delights from the lovemaking. Her own 
pussy had creamed from the torrid blowings and sucking and humping and 
whipping!! 

"I love you!! " Misty whimpered. "I love you and your black leather!! Your 
whip is so grand!! You are my Lady, and I am your slave!! " Misty felt 
utterly dominated. 

Veronica rose to her feet. She looked down upon her maid, who knelt upon her 
hands and knees below her. Veronica gave the girl a cruel smirk. She 
muttered, "Good. That is how it should be." She kicked Misty gently with her 
sharp high-heel. The girl fell back with a sigh of extreme pleasure. 

Veronica picked up her whip, sealed her leather slacks, and strode from the 
domination room without a further word. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Craigdarroch castle brooded somberly in the early evening mists. The 
century-old stone edifice overlooked serene Victoria. It loomed grandly upon 
the green hillside in the center of town. 

Veronica lounged upon her plush couch. She sipped upon her warm red wine. 
The flavor was robust. She raised the crystal goblet to her nose and sniffed 
in the lovely, rare aroma. 

She slid her hand down her satin skirt and up her white thighs. She pressed 
her long, sensuous fingers to her cunt lips. Her pussy quivered. She let out 
a low moan. 

The fire crackled in the great fireplace not more than a few feet away. The 
logs sputtered as the flames consumed them. The burning warmth felt good as 
the draft brushed the heated air against her half-exposed pussy. 

Misty bustled around in the other rooms of the vast castle. Veronica heard 
her shuffling about. She could have pulled the long silken cord that hung at 
her side if she'd wanted her maid's oral service. But she was not in the 
mood for a woman right now. 

The bi-sexual Veronica now thought of a man. She was thirsty to have a man's 
hot prick slammed into her pussy, perhaps even her ass-hole. She wanted hot 
prick slammed into her pussy. 

Of course, she would have the man's cock her own way. She would dominate the 
man. She would terrify him. Ultimately, she would rape him. 

Veronica rubbed her palpitating clit. She moved her fingertip around and 
around. It felt so good! She sighed. She pressed down harder, but gently. 
Her lovebud was truly excited. Her pussy trembled even faster, more 
passionately than before. 

Bells rang. Someone was at the front door. Veronica cursed. She was not 
expecting anyone. She didn't care to entertain any visitors. She prayed that 
her maid would send whoever it was away. 

All that Veronica wanted to do right now was play with her hot pussy. 

She half-leaped out of her chair when Misty entered the room. 

"Damn it girl!! " the Lady hissed. "Don't you believe in knocking?" She was 
caught with her skirt up. She didn't bother to hide her private parts. Her 
maid had seen them often enough! 

Veronica was even more shocked when a handsome gentleman entered the chamber 
just a moment after Misty. He gazed at her. He saw her exposed cunt!! 

Veronica swiftly brought her sexy satin skirt down over her palpitating 
pussy. She snarled at Misty, "Don't we announce guests any more, my dear? 
Who is this man?" 

Misty flushed red in the face. She stuttered, "He's a private investigator. 
I I asked him to wait at the door, but here he is!! " 

Veronica casually, confidently rose from the couch. She stared the intruder 
in the eye. She asked him point-blank, "What is your name, and why are you 
here?" 

The fellow was her own age, forty years old. 

He dressed in a suit and tie. He chose his wardrobe conservatively. He 
looked as sharp as a whip. His eyes were green and his features angular. He 
was tall and powerfully built. He might have been a lumberjack in the past, 
with a muscular body like that. The sinews practically rippled under his 
suit jacket. There was a dark, alluring quality to him. He was hypnotic in a 
way. He was mysterious. 

"My name is Dick Lyons," the private investigator answered. "I can tell you 
why I am here right now, or shall we speak alone?" 

Veronica looked towards Misty. She held her hand up. "Misty, please leave 
us." 

Misty bowed curtly and exited the parlor. She closed the door behind her. 

The investigator smiled. "You were employed by Green-Gold Advertising, Ms. 
Turner, were you not?" 

"Yes, I was," Veronica answered. Her voice took on a cutting edge. "What is 
that to you?" 

The investigator, Mr. Dick Lyons, replied, 'They have hired me to look into 
your case." 

"My case? What the devil are you talking about?" Veronica questioned. "What 
is wrong, Mr. Lyons?" 

Dick Lyons licked his lips. "Maybe nothing. Maybe plenty. That's what I'm 
here to find out." 

Veronica pointed to a chair. "Have a seat, would you, Mr. Lyons?" 

The private dick nodded his thanks and sat down. 

Veronica resumed her position on the couch. 

Dick Lyons spoke. "You were employed at Green-Gold until twelve months ago, 
when you quit. Am I right, Ms. Turner?" 

Veronica nodded her head. 'That's right." 

"You took residence in this castle at that time. I am right, am I not?" 

Veronica agreed by shaking her head. "Yes. Well, what of it?" 

Dick Lyons breathed in deeply, as if to warn the lady that what he was about 
to say next was a heavy thing. "Ms. Lyons, your previous firm suspects you 
of having pilfered funds. You were responsible for a very sizable account. 
The figures seem to tally all right, at least on the surface. The money was 
dished out in a full-scale West Coast campaign, I believe. 

'The problem is that you left Green-Gold with too much class. You seem to be 
living high off the land. Even Robert Dunsmuir, the mining investor who 
built this wild Castle, and even the Canadian Bureau of Tourism, could not 
run it at a profit, or within affordable budgets. Yet here you are, set-up 
like a Queen. Can you explain that to me, Ms. Turner? Do you have an 
independent income? This show of wealth on your part absolutely astounds 
me!! " 

Veronica did not answer him. She asked a question. "Have the books been 
audited yet, Mr. Lyons?" 

He smiled at that. "Why, are you worried?" 

She grimaced at him, then snarled, "Just answer me! If the books read true, 
then there's no point in my sitting through your interrogation!" 

Dick Lyons rose to his feet. He stared down at the woman. Veronica did not 
quiver. She just stared right back at him "You don't flinch, do you baby?" 

Veronica lifted her eyebrows. The polite private-eye was slipping into the 
more familiar lingo of his trade. Maybe he realized that Veronica was not 
just a fine lady, but challenged him with her spunk! 

"You are pressing me, Mr. Dick!" Veronica hissed. "I don't have to sit 
through this. You don't have a badge. I only have to deal with the 
authorities." 

Veronica rose and stared him in the face. She gave him the Evil Eye. 

"Sit down, honey, and keep your cool!" Dick Lyons laughed. "If you don't 
deal with me, I promise that you will be seeing those authorities. I'd say 
that you're in the shit up to your nose!! ! " 

Veronica sat down and sighed. 

"Good. Now we're at least getting started!" Dick Lyons affirmed. 

The private dick sat down, only not in the chair that Veronica had assigned 
to him. He joined the lady of the house on the couch. 

They stared into each other's faces for a full minute before Lyons spoke up 
again, "It's really serious. The books are being audited right now. If 
you've done your homework right, lady, they'll ring loud and true. But there 
are more ways than one to skin a cat, if you get my meaning. 

"Half of all the murderers convicted were careful enough to dispose of the 
bodies. You don't need a corpse to hang a man. 

"Even if the paperwork works out all right, they'll get you another way, Ms. 
Turner. Or may I call you Veronica?" 

Veronica murmured, "Call me what you like." She did nothing to give herself 
away. But inside she quailed. She wondered if this tough dick knew. She was 
guilty as hell. Ten million dollars had gone into her purse over the past 
decade that she'd been employed in corporate management. Wise investments 
had multiplied that sum many times over. She alone owned a twentieth of 
South Africa's gold-mining output. 

Lyons broke into her mental fumings. "I've got you pinned, Veronica. I spoke 
with the executives at the laboratories where your prints were struck. I've 
spent days at the production houses where those car slots were shot. It's 
common-practice keeping double books. You must have kept triple. Five, six, 
maybe even ten millions are missing from that account of yours, sweetheart. 
That bread went right into your purse. IVe got written testimonies and 
financial records to back me up. 

"Sure, your figures read all right. The problem is that your book-keeping is 
as overtly fraudulent as lead nickels!! ! " 

Veronica bit down on her lip until the pain shot through the tensed muscles 
of her face. She wondered if this was a set-up to trap her. She didn't think 
so. She believed that she was already captured. 

"Why have you come here to tell me this, Mr. Lyons?" she asked him with a 
low voice. "You could have had the police come down and cart me away. That 
would have been much easier." 

Lyons smirked at that. It seemed that he was having a private joke. She 
wondered at whose expense. The private dick addressed her, "OK. I'll cut the 
shit. I'm not here to hang you, sweetheart. I'm here for something else . 
... " His voice fell at that. 

Dick Lyons resumed speaking. He stared at 

Veronica's satin blouse as he spoke. "In my research I could not help but 
encounter vague allusions to your sexual predilections, Veronica. Many 
people know about how you-like to dominate men and women." 

Veronica hit the ceiling. She leaped out of her seat and cracked the dick 
across the face with the back of her hand. Her knuckle drew blood from the 
dick's nose. The red line trickled down his upper lip. 

Dick Lyons smiled, "I knew it. You really are!" 

The investigator fell to his knees. He stared up into her eyes. He groaned 
with a dusky passion, "Veronica, my Lady, I am a whip in life, but a slave 
in bed!! Let me worship you! I want to be your slave!! Whip me!! Dominate 
me!! Take your pleasure from my body!! " 

Veronica was the one who smirked now. She felt more like her old self. She 
was back in control. She took the bull by the horns. 

Tire dominatrix grasped the kneeling man's hair and yanked his head back 
violently. Lyons moaned at that. He grinned up into her face. 

Veronica slapped him back and forth, back and forth. Her hand cracked 
viciously over his cheeks. "You foul bastard!! How dare you use me!! " 

Dick Lyons groaned up to her, "No! No! Just take your pleasure! I'll keep 
the truth to myself if you'll make me your slave for this one night. 

I swear that I shall tell Green-Gold Advertising that you are absolutely 
innocent. I'll tell them that you really haven't absconded with any funds!! 
! " 

That was precisely what Veronica wanted to hear. She smiled from ear to ear. 
She lifted high her skirt. She pushed the private dick's face into her 
dripping pussy. 

"Suck me, you animal!! Suck me!! You dirty son of a bitch!! I shall teach 
you what pain means tonight. I shall degrade you like the whoreson that you 
are!! ! " 

Dick Lyons lapped away at the Lady's pussy. His tongue traveled the route of 
her cunt lips. The wet quim felt like liquid velvet. 

He sucked upon the hot hole. The juices tasted wonderfully sweet as they 
trickled down his mouth. He sniffed the Lady's aroma. That made his cock 
leap high inside of his tight pants. 

Veronica emitted a groan. She then suddenly pushed the man away with a 
violent shove. Dick went sprawling on his back. 

Veronica stepped back. She looked down on her fallen, would-be lover and 
smirked cruelly. She snarled, "Get to your feet, boy!! Drop your pants and 
get it up, bastard!! " 

She liked the way that she sounded. She really wanted a cock to fuck her and 
serve her, and here was her prick!! Dick Lyons had been sent from heaven!! 

Dick got to his feet as his Lady commanded. He unbuckled his belt and 
unzipped his fly. He kicked off his shoes and lowered his pants. It was a 
display of acrobatics, the way that he balanced himself first on one foot 
and then upon the other. 

Veronica noticed the sexy black silken underwear that the man wore. She 
liked the way that his big, fat cock bulged outwards, tracing a lascivious 
line under the smooth silk. 

Lyons dropped his briefs. They slid right down his legs and to the floot. 
His cock bounced high, up and down, up and down. The cockhead was the 
biggest that Veronica had ever seen. It looked like a scarlet light-bulb. 
She wet her lips. That was just the kind of cock that her cunt loved. 

"So the slave has a big prick!! " Veronica laughed. "Well, I'll put that 
cock to good use, you bastard! You'll learn what it means to satisfy a lady, 
you dirty hot stud!! " 

"Please!! Please!! " Dick Lyons screamed out. "Let me ball you!! Let me make 
you happy!! " He yanked upon the red-hot shaft. His other hand milked his 
balls. The cock grew some more. It was a mean prick, if there ever was one!! 

Veronica peeled off her sexy silken clothes. She stopped when she got to her 
skirt. She snarled, "Slaves do not deserve to see such beauty!! " 

The dominatrix took her blouse and wrapped it around, until it formed a 
thick rope. She placed it around the private dick's eyes. 

Dick Lyons had already seen what he was going to serve. Veronica's boobs 
were the nicest that he'd ever seen. She had full purple tits, that 
up-thrusted with the curves of her breasts to twin sharp points. 

Veronica stepped back and smirked. She liked the way that her lover had been 
blinded. That gave her the edge. It was simpler to dominate a man who 
couldn't see. Dick Lyons was truly at her mercy. 

Veronica strode towards the red-hot man and clasped her sweaty hand about 
the length of his cock. She gripped it like a vice. 

"MMMMmmmmm!! ! " she said. "You have quite an erection. You're built like a 
stallion, you dirty son of a bitch stud!! 

"Remember this. If you fail to please me, I'll take a knife to your wretched 
cock and cut it right off!! Do you hear me, bastard?" 

Veronica yanked Lyons by the balls. She squeezed hard. He yelped like a 
frightened dog. "Yes!! Yes!! I hear you!! I hear you!! " 

Veronica smiled. That was what she'd wanted to hear. 

She reached out and put her fingers upon his face. She dug her fingernails 
in. She traced ten fine, exquisitely painful lines down his cheeks and neck 
with the sharp scarlet tips of those nails. She did not draw blood, but it 
felt like she had. 

Veronica chuckled sadistically, "That's just to let you know who's in charge 
here, you God-damned stud!! You foul hunk of sweaty shit!! You don't deserve 
to be near a Lady!! " 

Veronica reached down again and tugged violently upon the big man's cock. 
She gripped it so suddenly and so fast that Dick cried out in shock. Sweat 
poured down his face. 

"Please don't hurt me!! " the randy man cried. "Please don't hack my prick 
off!! I swear that I'll pleasure you with it!! I swear, my Lady, I swear!! " 

Veronica took the cock and pressed the cockhead against her cunt lips. She 
traced the member around her quim. She smirked. Even with this fellow's 
willingness to obey, to be completely dominated, his cock had a stubborn 
vigor of its own. She would have to tame it. She had to hold the member 
tightly in her hand just to keep it from bouncing away against her belly. 
Steering that prick was another matter entirely. The cock struggled to go 
its own way and do its own thing. It was the roughest, toughest muscle that 
she'd ever seen. It was a prick worth dominating. 

Veronica raised the cockhead upwards. Her clit was larger than most clits. 
It actually formed a protuberance above her vagina. She forced the man's 
comehole over arid onto her hot joystick. 

"Wow!! " Dick Lyons screamed. "What a vibration!! " 

"Silence, slave!! ! " Veronica whacked him across the face with her hard 
knuckles. She was outright annoyed. He had disturbed her pleasure. 

The dominatrix resumed her clitoral play. She moved the cockhead around and 
around over her red-hot clit. Sparks went flying in her head. It felt so 
good!! ! " 

She inhaled deeply. She loved this man's strong masculine odor. He wore no 
cologne. Only his pure, strong sweat wafted to her nostrils. That sweat 
smelled like the green forest. It hinted of the roaring sea. It was salty, 
and had a sting to it! 

Dick Lyon's prick was curiously textured. Though it was hard as a rock, it's 
outermost surface felt like crushed French velvet. The veins protruded in 
high relief from the shaft. They were red and purple. She could actually see 
his life's blood flowing right through that blood-gorged member. The cock 
was solid. It was as mighty as his sinewy arms. She thought of a giant gun. 
That was how that private dick's cock looked. It resembled a powerful 
weapon. 

That excited Veronica even more. Her cunt trembled. She realized that by 
dominating such a cock she was asserting her own power more strongly than 
ever. To dominate a weapon as mighty as Dick Lyons' prick spoke well of her 
sexual prowess. She clasped the cock vigorously in her wild joy. 

Veronica's eyes sparkled. She could not resist this man any longer. She had 
to get that big hot prick inside of her and tame the living hell out of it. 

Lyons gasped with shock as the dominatrix brutally grasped his penis and 
slammed it into her tight pussy. The cock was inundated by the flowing 
juices within that torrid lovehole. 

"I love your pussy, my Lady!! I love your cunt!! " 

Veronica leaned over and viciously sank her teeth into the side of Lyons' 
neck. He screamed out in painful pleasure. She did not let go. Her teeth 
remained imbedded in his flesh as she humped and pumped her hot pussy 
against his steaming cock. 

She felt wonderful. This was wild and wooly enough even for a Lady of her 
massive desires. She dominated Lyons with her cunt and with her teeth. She 
treated him like the bastard dog that he was. 

She drew her face away at last from his neck and gazed upon her teeth marks. 
The dominatrix howled, "You hot bastard!! Slam your fucking prick into me 
until your fucking balls break or I'll cut that hot cock right off!! You 
hear me, you son of a bitch!! ! " 

Veronica grasped the big man's little left nipple. She twisted it with her 
horny fingers. The man could not help himself. He screamed out in his pain. 
Back and forth and around and around Veronica manipulated his tit. She knew 
that what she did was diabolical. Her pussy fumed and quaked with pleasure!! 

Lyon's prick, against his own will it seemed, became excited by the pain 
that the dominatrix was inflicting upon his poor nipple. It throbbed wildly 
up and down in the Lady's tightly clasping cunt. The man's whole pelvis 
thrusting violently in and out, in and out of the Lady's lust-crazed cunt. 

Veronica shrieked out, "That's right, you dirty whoreson!! That's right!! 
Bang your prick into me deeply!! I want to feel your balls break!! I want 
those dirty comesacks to burst against my quivering quim!! Slam your prick 
home, you frigging bastard!! ! 

"Just remember that you're my private dick!! Remember that, or I'll chop it 
off with the axe!! OOOOOHHHHH!! ! ! You fuck nice for a sucking scum-bag 
worm!! Fuck my cunt!! Fuck my cunt, you son of a bitch!! Fuck it, worm!! 
Fuck my pussy!! ! Fuck me!! Fuck me!! Fuck me!! " 

"Yes!! Yes!! Yes! Yes!! I am your private dick!! ! " the man howled. "Let me 
fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!! " 

Veronica screamed in her intense pleasure. She reached down and grabbed the 
red-hot shaft. She flung the man onto the couch. Still coupled, both lovers 
fell to the soft cushions. The dominatrix fell on top of the man whom she 
was ravishing. She flung her whole weight onto his penis. Her cunt lips slid 
right down to the big man's balls. 

"AARRGGHH!! ! " Dick Lyons screamed. Veronica sank her teeth into his ear 
viciously. The agony stung him like fire. 

Veronica whispered mischievously into his ear, "I think that I'll cut your 
prick off anyway, bastard!! You're just not good enough for a lady like me!! 
" 

The hot Lady then started to moan and groan as her cunt got the better of 
her. She rammed and slammed herself onto that big man's giant cock. She was 
overwhelmed with lust. Passion engulfed her in searing waves. The huge 
cockhead was getting the better of her. It was stretching her cunt to 
Kingdom Come!! 

Faster and faster, harder and harder, hotter and hotter that fiery pussy 
slammed itself down upon his palpitating penis. "OOOHHHH!! ! You bastard!! 
You dirty hunk of come!! You dirty wretched scumbag!! ! Fuck me!! Fuck me!! 
Fuck me!! " 

Dick Lyons felt himself going crazy with lust. His penis was being 
slam-banged as no woman had ever banged it before. The cock bounced and 
leaped as that cunt turned it from side to side and around and around. In 
and out, in and out the hot prick shuttled That cunt was burning his cock 
into ruin!! 

"I am your slave!! I am your bastard!! I am you cunt-fucking toy!! Let me be 
your worm forever, Veronica!! I want to worship your cunt forever!! " Dick 
Lyons then gasped. He could speak no more. The passion, the sheer randiness 
consumed him. His balls felt like they were going to burst. The Lady's cunt 
clasped his penis till his tears ran down his cheeks, from under his silken 
blindfold. That hot prick felt like it was going to explode!! 

Dick Lyons could hold back no longer. His flaming prick leaped up into the 
ferociously dripping cunt. The member stiffened. The hot come flooded its 
length. The pressure inside the Lady's pussy increased as the burning semen 
increased the penis' width. 

"AAAAHHHHH!! ! I'm coming!! My Lady!! 

I'm coming!! ! " Dick screamed. 

Veronica burst into orgasm as well. But she did not fail to withdraw 
herself. At the very instant that Dick Lyon's immense prick erupted its load 
of steaming come the passion-writhing Lady cupped her hands. 

The penis rocked with a ferocious spasm. The hot come burst out of the 
bulbous cockhead. It roared out in a fabulous geyser. The come just kept on 
flowing. It spurted and spouted in squirt after sizzling squirt. 

"God!! Oh, God!! ! " Veronica gasped. She couldn't believe it. Her opened 
palms were flooded with the white cream. This man must have been as virile 
as a bull. Veronica smirked when the penis had at last stopped squirming. 
She raised the cupped hands to her nose and smelled deeply. She adored the 
aroma of this man's spunk. But she could not let him know that. That was 
against the rules of the game. 

The dominatrix raised her hands over the big man's body. She waited. And 
waited. Then her moment came. Dick Lyons opened his mouth and sighed with 
his pleasure. 

Veronica poured the handful of jism down his mouth. The load of come 
trickled between his lips and flowed down into his throat. 

Lyons gasped. Veronica broke into a sadistic chuckle. She smeared her palms 
across his lips, pinching those come-stained lips till Dick kicked out 
involuntarily in his disgust and his pain. 

Veronica leaned over and nibbled on his ear again. He groaned in fear and in 
pleasure. She whispered into his ear, "You foul bastard!! You're like all 
the rest!! You like women to cocksuck you, but you can't stand the taste of 
your own God-damned come!! " 

Dick Lyons was on the verge of retching. Veronica helped him. She grasped 
his balls once more. He was too busy screaming too vomit. 

'Tell me that you love me, you son of a bitch!! Tell me that you like it!! " 
Veronica teased. 

She could do anything that she wanted. She loved the way that she'd 
succeeded in violating his will. She was grandly pleased with herself. 

Veronica was surprised when Dick Lyons moaned out, "I do!! I do!! I am your 
pisser of a come-stained slave!! ! I love you, my Lady!! I love you!! I love 
you!! ! " 

Veronica slid off of the man's naked, sweaty body. She purred into his ear 
as she slid onto the floor, onto her knees. 'Turn onto your belly, bastard 
dog!! Get on your stomach before I bite your balls off!! " 

Dick Lyons quickly obeyed. He flipped himself over onto his belly. 

Veronica reached under the couch cursing. 

Finally she found what she was looking for. It glowed like a jewel in her 
hand. It was one of her high-fashion high-heeled leather shoes. 

She spit upon the long heel and rubbed her spittle along the shaft. When she 
was satisfied that it was definitely ready, she held the heel over the 
private dick's buttocks. 

The dominatrix drove the heel down with a terrible fury. The long shaft 
slammed right down the private investigator's ass-hole. 

"OOWWWW!! ! ! ! " Dick Lyons screamed. His whole body rocked with violent 
spasms. The woman had gotten him where it really hurt, right up his tight 
ass! 

Veronica roared with demonic laughter. She banged in and out, in and out, 
with her leather shoe. The heel was made for asshumping!! 

"You fucked me up my hole, slave!! Now I'm fucking you up yours!! Beg for 
mercy, bastard!! Beg for me to spare your sweet ass-hole!! " 

Dick Lyons once again astounded Veronica. "NO!! ! " he screamed in his hot 
passion. "I love it!! I love it!! It feels better than a fist!! " He then 
groaned wildly. "Bang me with your leather heels!! ! " 

Veronica hardly believed what she heard. This guy had been around. Misty had 
never responded that way!! ! 

The dominatrix gave a wry smile. Why not? 

She asked herself. He'd pleasured her enough already. She would lose no 
dignity and might even gain further notice by fucking a man up the ass this 
way. Leather was the tool of her trade, and the leather on those heels was 
hard leather!! No whip was ever made as hard and tough as those long heels. 
They really were made for ass-fucking. 

Veronica fucked her slave's ass in and out, in and out with that hunk of 
leather in her hand. She fucked his shithole until the couch was soaked with 
the man's hot sweat. She saw his prick rise and throb. Her own pussy became 
torridly wet. The desire was irresistible!! ! 

"Yes! Yes! Yes!! Fuck me up the ass with your leather shoe, my lady!! Fuck 
your miserable slave!! Fuck me and give me pain!! Hurt my ass!! Hurt me, 
Veronica!! Hurt me!! I am your foul come-stained wretch!! Hurt me with your 
pointed shoe!! ! " 

Veronica's nipples hardened while a torrent of pussyjuice streamed down her 
thighs. This was more fun than she'd had in ages!! She loved humping this 
man's sweet, muscular ass-hole with her shoe. 

His powerful sphincter muscles clasped the leather heel vigorously, drawing 
it down deeper into his anus. She had to fight with all her might to draw 
jthe shoe back out of his ass-hole again so that she could plunge the 
leather heel back inside once more to do its dirty work. 

Veronica increased the violence of her pumping. She snarled, the fingers of 
her free hand tearing into the man's back, "You fucking scum!! You dirty 
bastard!! You're staining my precious shoe with your shit!! You fucking 
beast!! You lowly brute!! " 

The dominatrix gritted her teeth sadistically. Now this was fucking the way 
that she liked it. She played her role in high style. 

Dick Lyons prick exploded. He roared out a long-drawn out groan. His whole 
body shuddered. The shoe's heel slid down all the way. Veronica held it 
there, held it down there until the man screamed. 

"I'll teach you to blackmail me, you brazen slave!! I'll teach you!! " Sweat 
poured down her flesh. Her skin was red as fire. 

She slammed her face down into his ass-cheeks and bit him viciously. He 
howled out in his terrific agony. He squirmed so hard that he fell off the 
couch, crashing loudly to the floor. His penis as last fell limp, the last 
drop of jism spurting onto his belly. In his tumble the shoe fell free and 
his blindfold broke loose. 

Veronica smiled down at him mockingly. She snickered, "Aren't you a wretched 
sight!! You should see yourself, you God-damned son of a bitch!! You're 
nothing but an asshumped shithole!! " 

"Yes, my Lady!! ' Dick Lyons howled. "That is what I am!! I am a fucking 
shithole!! I am your dirty plaything!! I am your obscene amusement!! ! " 

Veronica felt good inside. She liked to make her slaves happy. This one was 
in ecstasy. He definitely showed promise. This private dick's prick surely 
knew how to pleasure a Lady!! ! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Veronica was very happy. This was no ordinary day. Today she was expecting a 
visit from Alfred Rebel! 

Just as she was no ordinary woman, but a real Lady, Alfred was no ordinary 
man. He was a Prick Supreme! 

Alfred had seduced her when she was a mere sixteen. He had been twenty-six 
at the time, a full ten years her senior. He was a real rascal, that 
Alfred!! He lived to fuck cunt!! 

She always felt herself in Alfred's company. He had encouraged her twenty 
years ago when she considered becoming a dominatrix. He supported everything 
that she did. They shared a streak of wickedness in common with each other! 

Of course, when she became a dominatrix, a problem arose. She no longer 
could fuck Alfred the way that they used to. She could not indulge in. those 
sweet sodomies any more. It just was not her style. 

Alfred had taken that all right. He understood what it was like to be a 
dominatrix, to be a woman in leather on a pedestal. 

Yet the very thought of those delicious sodomies even now thrilled 
Veronica's cunt. She no longer sucked pricks or took them up her ass, 
though. She wanted to pleasure her lover from way-back anyway. So she had 
other women do the sucking and the humping for her, while she watched! That 
was the best part of all. The voyeuristic element made her pussy quiver like 
few things could. 

It was just like being a director on the stage. She told the crew where to 
put the equipment and they obeyed. She told the man where to put his prick 
and balls. She ordered the woman concerning what to do with her boobs and 
tits and cunt and tongue and ass!! 

Alfred would be there soon. He invariably made it a point to arrive early. 
She made certain that everything was in order. She wanted this to be 
Alfred's favorite visit of them all. She determined to see that his prick 
received all the torrid satisfaction that it could handle!! ! 

"Misty!! Misty!! Where are you, my pretty slut? Where are you?" The Lady 
stamped her feet in impatience. She stood in the very center of the grand 
ballroom. 

Veronica had remodeled that room into something really special. A thousand 
dildoes lined the walls. Swings hung down from the high ceiling. Pornography 
plastered the furnishings. Every conceivable sex-aid littered the room in 
abundance. That was what you could do with money!! 

Misty rushed into the room. The buxom young maid was panting. 

"Where the devil have you been, my darling pussy?" Veronica snapped. "Don't 
you know that we're expecting our VIP guest?" 

Misty hung her head low. She murmured, "I am very sorry, my Lady. I just 
wanted to look presentable." 

Veronica stared long and intensely at her maid slave. The girl had outdone 
herself. She wore a white maid's outfit especially designed for her. The 
outfit had a hundred holes to admit every conceivable caress in every 
conceivable hole!! ! The get-up was trimmed with sexy black lace. Misty had 
put plenty of rouge on her cheeks. She looked like a little doll. Any man 
would have given his soul to fuck a babe like her!! 

"You're OK, my little whore!! " Veronica chuckled. She really admired the 
way that the brunette's long hair cascaded alluringly over her throbbing 
bosom. She liked the way that the girl's tits protruded out obscenely from 
the slits that had been sewn-in to accommodate them. 

Misty panted, "Will Alfred be here soon?" She had only asked the question to 
give her an excuse to stare up and behold her mistress. The sight of her 
Lady nearly made her swoon. She had never seen Veronica look so cruel or so 
luscious. The dominatrix had truly outdone herself. She just oozed with lewd 
wickedness. She was an incredible sight. 

Veronica was clad entirely in red leather. It was the most fiendish garb 
that even she had dared ever to wear. It was calculated to please her old 
flame's most bizarre desires. She looked like a demon come up out of the 
fires of Hell to torture men and to abuse women! 

Iron circlets cupped her Lady's bosom. The metal slipped over the crimson 
leather and was fastened in place by polished steel chains. Those circlets 
were spiked. Any man daring to approach that Lady too close would literally 
lose his heart over her!! 

Misty licked her lips. She was proud of her Lady. Very proud. 

Veronica held a long whip in her right hand. The whip was barbed with 
leather shafts. It looked like a cruel instrument. 

The boots of the dominatrix were high-heeled. Those were the kind of heels 
that could really walk all over a woman, or a man for that matter. 

The bell rang before Veronica could reply to her slave maid's question with 
an appropriate insult. She wet her lips at the sound of that bell. It had to 
be Alfred!! Her pussy quivered. She yearned to see that fabulous man!! 

"Answer the door, slut!! " the dominatrix roared at her maid. She cracked 
her whip. The long leather whip lashed out towards Misty, just licking her 
left nipple with its outermost barb. 

The maid yelped, "Yes, my Lady!! " She quickly bowed and turned her back. 
The whip flashed out again. The leather stung her ass-cheeks. That girl was 
out of that room in a sudden flash. Veronica knew how to get service!! ! 

The dominatrix reached down and stroked her pussy. There was a hole in this 
outfit, as in all her others, for pussy-stroking. That hole was guarded by a 
barbed metallic trap. Any man daring to insert his penis there was a fool! 

Veronica moved her forefinger around her clit. That felt really good!! She 
moaned in her terrific pleasure. Hers was a clit that never failed her. It 
always triggered her pussy into dripping and quivering. She groaned. 

She fantasized about making love with Alfred. Then she thought about the 
first time that he had taken her, the way that he had plunged his penis into 
her mouth and rammed his flaming cock down her quivering throat until his 
hot balls had slammed into her lips. 

She remembered the five years that they had fucked and humped and sucked 
together. Her ass-hole still thrilled to those violent, delicious memories. 
Alfred had banged her for hours and hours up her shithole. 

But that was years before. That was before she had become a Queen of 
Domination! 

Then one day a man had fucked her right up the ass, and she was a changed 
woman. She treated humanity like the foul slaves they were from that day on. 

Alfred Rebel entered the pleasure chamber like a strutting Napoleon! He was 
perhaps the most conceited man that ever lived. Maybe that was why he and 
Veronica got along so well. 

Misty followed behind him. 

Alfred opened his arms wide and gave a curt bow to the fiery dominatrix. 

Veronica smiled. "We are pleased to welcome you, my dear Alfred." 

Alfred grinned. "I see that you have the nicest maid slave of them all!" 

Veronica chuckled. "She is yours to fuck, Alfred. Just remember that she 
only follows my orders. You must ask for your fulfillment through me. You 
must tell me your every lewd wish and I shall make Misty perform for you!" 

Alfred liked what he heard. He'd gone through this bizarre ceremony a 
hundred times before. But it never tired him. He loved the ultimate results. 

"Make her strip me, love. Make your slave strip me nude." 

"You heard that, Misty?" Veronica snapped. She cracked her whip. Her maid 
slave trembled. It was not pretense. Every time that whip cracked the girl 
quaked violently. She never knew when it would touch her flesh. 

Misty unfastened Alfred's tie. The man startled the maid by reaching behind 
her and shoving his finger up her ass. He poked the digit right down to the 
knuckle up the girl's tight anus. 

"Later that may be my cock, honey!! " 

Alfred laughed. 

Misty winced. The sweat poured down her face's cheeks. She did not dare to 
groan out. She knew that there was a whip back there ready and waiting to 
strike out at her at every wrong move. That whip would lash against her 
quivering flesh if in any small way she failed to pleasure the guest of the 
house. The tiniest insult would give her red skin and terrific pain. She 
quailed just to think of it! 

Misty just clamped her jaw together and continued to undo the man's tie. She 
gracefully reached out and draped the tie over a nearby loveseat. She acted 
as though nothing were wrong, taking no notice of the man's finger wriggling 
up her ass. 

Alfred frowned into the voluptuous Misty's face. He snapped, "Don't you like 
me, girl?" 

Misty looked startled. "Yes, I do!! " she blurted out. "I do!! " She had a 
difficult time keeping a straight face. That twitching finger up her dry ass 
hurt like the dickens!! 

"Then why aren't you showing your pleasure? I'm making the acquaintance of 
your shithole and all you can do is frown!" 

The whip cracked. It smacked violently into Misty's right ass-cheek. 

Veronica howled, "Show more emotion, girl!! Start howling!! Come on, baby!! 
Show our guest some more sweet affection!! I didn't hire you to stand around 
like a religious statue." 

Misty forced her lips open and groaned out, "I love you, Alfred!! I love 
you!! Your finger is great!! Hump my ass with your sweet finger!! " 

Alfred pressed his lips to Misty's and kissed her violently. He forced his 
tongue into her mouth and flicked and darted its length against her tongue. 

Misty frowned. That man's tongue felt almost like a prick in her mouth. It 
banged its tip viciously against her own tongue. 

Alfred drew his face away. He slid his lips along Misty's neck and nibbled 
on her ear. He whispered, 'That's better, honey. You just wait and see!! I'm 
going to ball you like you've always dreamed. Has Veronica told you about my 
cock? Well, I will. It's the most beautiful cock that a woman ever fucked 
with her face and cunt. You'll see the stars, baby, when I slam my prick up 
your pussy!! " 

Alfred withdrew his finger and squeezed the maid's stinging ass-cheeks. 
Misty moaned, "Yes!! I want you to fuck me, Alfred!! I want you to ball me!! 
Fuck me in front of my Lady!! Fuck me with your hot penis!! " 

Alfred liked her attitude. He pushed her away and attacked his clothes 
himself. He was hot to trot and didn't want to waste a second. 

He desired to plunge his throbbing cock into that sweet pussy as quick as he 
could. There was a banging in his head. Lust overwhelmed him. He yearned for 
cunt!! 

Misty groaned with astonishment when Alfred dropped his pants. His cock was 
a full ten inches of fiercely pounding meat. It throbbed in harmony with the 
man's heavily heaving hairy chest!! 

"You like what you see, don't you girl!! Tell me!! " 

Misty howled, "I love it!! I love it!! OHHHHH!! ! ! ! I want your hot tip!! 
! " 

Alfred directed his attention towards the dominatrix who looked on like a 
smiling empress. He made his polite request, "My Lady Veronica, I wish to 
slam my hot penis right into the face of your slave. May I have that honor?" 

"Why, of course, Alfred. The honor is all mine!" 

Veronica snarled at Misty. She cracked her whip. The barbed end passed just 
inches away from the shocked girl's face. "You heard what Alfred said, you 
hot whore. Go down on my man!! Suck him with your sweet lips!! Alfred wants 
to be sucked and blown by your foul hole!! " 

Misty was happy. She loved the attention that was being lavished upon her. 
She loved her Lady treating her so awfully in the presence of this stranger. 
Her pussy quivered when she thought of how lewd it would be to take that 
throbbing, evil member into her mouth and to suck and blow upon it with her 
luscious lips!! 

Alfred sat down in the loveseat. Misty got down upon her knees. The cock 
throbbed violently, crazily, in front of her face. She reached out and 
grasped the red-hot shaft. It felt harder than any cock she'd held before. 
The prick had. the feeling of leather about it. Had she not seen what she 
was holding, she would have sworn that she was clasping the hilt of her 
mistress' whip. 

Misty blew upon the cockhead. That made the prick throb even harder. It 
bounced up and down, up and down in the air. The maid slave pressed her 
forefinger upon the hot tip of the cock. She moved her finger about 
teasingly, pressing it down upon the comehole. 

Alfred gasped. He couldn't help himself. He had wanted to treat this girl 
like an incompetent slut throughout the lovemaking, but he couldn't pretend. 
He threw his determination away into the wind. He couldn't help but show his 
admiration for a woman who could play with his cock like this. 

"OOOOHHHH!! ! ! Your fingers feel so good, Misty!! They feel so grand on my 
comespout!! 

I'm in ecstasy!! I'm in fucking ecstasy!! Keep it up, gal!! Keep it up!! 
You're treating my prick like I want you to!! " 

Misty smirked. She liked the compliments as much as she liked the abuse. She 
was an easy girl to please. 

She stroked the man's balls. She rolled them around and around in her sweaty 
palms. She loved their roundness. She loved treating them so intimately. It 
made her feel like the lewd slut that she knew she was. 

The whip cracked against her ass once more. Veronica howled, "Suck his cock, 
you God-damned vermin!! Suck that man's hot cock!! That's what you're down 
there for, God damn you!! ! " 

Misty plunged her mouth over the bulging cockhead. She sucked the prick five 
full inches into her mouth. She started to blow and suck upon it. She 
plunged her face up and down, up and down, on that throbbing member. 

She had not been wrong in her first impression. Even in her mouth, the cock 
felt just like hard leather. She breathed in deeply. That prick even smelled 
like leather. It had the taste of leather!! She loved it!! She loved that 
leather-tasting prick!! 

"I love your prick, Alfred!! I love sucking upon your glowing prick!! It 
tastes so fucking yummy!! " the girl howled as she popped the penis out of 
her mouth and stroked it back and forth against her pink cheeks. The rouge 
rubbed off against the hot penis. It stained the hot shaft a bright red. 

That turned the maid slave on even more. She threw her face once more over 
the hot cock and started to blow on it again. Only this time she didn't fool 
around. She deep-throated the penis. She took it into her mouth and carried 
it down her throat until the balls pressed violently against her soft, wet 
lips. 

Alfred could not just sit there and take such punishment. He reached down 
and pressed tightly down on the girl's head. He pressed her face so hard 
down on his cock and balls that it was a wonder that the lady didn't choke 
on them. His pelvis lunged upwards. He slammed his balls and prick in and 
out, in and out, of the girl's face. It was the kind of wild cock-sucking 
action that most men just dream about. 

"Oh, you frigging slut!! " he at last burst out with. He could not avoid 
degrading the face that fucked his prick any longer! "You fucking whore!! 
Suck on it, you dirty bitch!! Suck on my hot prick!! Suck me!! Suck me!! 
Suck me, you hot, bitchy tramp!! ! " 

Misty attacked that prick with increased gusto. She lapped at the red-hot 
shaft with her lust-crazed tongue. She moved her tongue around the base of 
the bulging cockhead. She blew right down into the comehole when the cock 
was out far enough from her sizzling face. 

Veronica laughed out, "Blow, Misty, blow!! Suck my boyfriend's cock or I'll 
whip you to a bleeding pulp!! " 

Misty twisted and turned her face in weird and wild revolutions. It was 
truly a wonder that that big prick just didn't snap right off at the base. 
That was how fucking wild her face went down on that meatpole. 

Alfred rammed his hot ramrod in and out, in and out, of her luscious lips at 
an increasingly violent rate. He closed his eyes, the pleasure was so 
ferocious. This was no ordinary cocksucking!! This was a trip to heaven!! 

"OOHHHHH!! ! You fucking bitch!! Suck my cock!! That's right, whore!! Blow 
me!! Blow my God-damned penis!! Suck, me!! suck me!! ! ! OOHHHHHHH!! ! ! " 

Misty rolled and squeezed his balls some more. She pinched the comesacks 
teasingly with her fingertips, not enough to hurt, but just enough to get 
that man's throbbing prick throbbing just that little bit faster into her 
fucking face. 

She could hardly see by now. The tears poured out of her eyes in torrents, 
running down her red-hot, blood-flushed face. Her pussy went crazy down 
below. The juices ran from her loins in a never-ending torrent of lust. It 
was such a joy to suck a cock like this man's!! This was real prick 
blowing!! 

The slave maid's heart pounded. Her whole body trembled. She prayed that she 
would not faint. The sex was too torrid for her almost to bear!! 

Alfred reached down and grabbed and squeezed her boobs. He viciously pinched 
her nipples. Misty could feel no pain, only a numb pleasure there. She 
groaned. The man got turned on even more by what he was doing. He crushed 
her breasts in his horny hands. He twisted them back and forth and all 
around. He pinched them and he clawed at them. This was part of the fun!! 
This was what made a good blowjob really great. 

Misty concentrated with all her mind and heart on that throbbing prick. She 
wanted with all her sweet life to make it come violently. 

She yearned to have that sex bomb explode right in her face. She wanted the 
come to blind her eyes and sear her nostrils. She wanted to be consumed 
alive by that man's fiery come. She yearned to taste its flow down her 
mouth. She already thought that she could taste the first few drops of that 
wild comeflow. 

"I'm going to come in a little while, you 

God-forsaken slut!! " Alfred roared. "I can feel the come rising up my 
prick!! I want to blow your fucking face away!! " 

Misty pressed her lips tightly about the head of the cock. She crushed that 
prickhead between those crazy lips. That brought the tears flowing down the 
man's cheeks. 

Veronica was pleased. She dropped her whip in her excitement. She shoved 
both of her hands into her pussy. She teased her clit. She played with her 
cunt lips. 

"Suck his cock!! Suck his cock, you dirty bitch!! Suck him!! Suck him!! He's 
going to come!! He's going to spout!! I'm coming!! I'm coming!! " 

Misty already was dripping. She quivered in her fantastic orgasm. She sucked 
now with a force so intense that Alfred almost screamed in shock. It was so 
pleasurable that it was nearly excruciating. 

"I'm coming!! I'm coming!! " Alfred roared. "My hot cock is spouting!! Fuck 
it!! Fuck it!! Damn you!! God-damn you!! I'm coming, bitch!! " 

His cock tensed in her mouth. The come flowed down its hot length. The balls 
slapped against Misty's face. She grasped the shaft with her hot hands. She 
blew and sucked on that cockhead for those final seconds. 

Then the eruption came. The cock exploded. 

Misty whipped the spurting penis out of her lips and took the blast right in 
her face. The come splattered her features in a torrid flow. 

Misty grasped his balls and wiggled and clasped them. That made the penis 
spurt all the harder. The prick twitched and writhed crazily. The hot come 
roared into her eyes. It flew up her nose. She breathed in deeply and 
screamed. She howled out her terrific ecstasy. 

Veronica was still climaxing. The juice flowed down her fingers and dribbled 
down her sexy thighs. She was crazed with lust. Her bosom quivered under the 
tight suit of red leather. The metal breast cups weighed heavily upon her 
bosom. She was in diabolical rapture!! 

Alfred pushed the come-stained girl away. He could not take any more of her 
lust-inspired face and hands. She wanted all of him. She yearned to drink 
his prick dry in her feverish randiness. Never had he seen a slut so horny 
and so eager to please. 

Veronica felt the urge to bring the situation under control. She leaped down 
and clasped up her whip. She beat her lusty, bawdy maid cruelly over her 
back. It stung like fire against her scantily clad flesh. 

Veronica shrieked, "That's enough, you whore!! That's enough!! Can't you see 
what you've done to the man? He's almost fainted from your blowjob!! Yes!! 
You really are a foul hot bitch!! " 

Misty quivered with delight. Not in a long while had she received so many 
compliments from a single blowjob. Her whole lusty body trembled with her 
satiation. She writhed with the thrill of it all. 

The come still ran down her face. It trickled down above her upper lip. She 
lapped that jism up with her tongue. She wiped her cheeks off with her palms 
and licked them dry. The scent of the spunk that had been snorted up her 
nose made her pussy still quiver in its wild excitement!! 

Veronica loved to see her beloved Alfred so pleasured. He was satisfied by 
the whorish cocksucking. He leaned back in the velvet cusions of the 
loveseat and moaned and groaned. He stroked his limp penis and fondled his 
thighs sensuously. He rolled his balls in his palms. The sweat filled his 
hands. His whole body was red. That slave maid had taken more than his jism. 
His whole body had given up its juices to her urging lips and hands. 

Misty knew what she had done to that man and she was happy for it. He had 
made her feel mad passions. She tried to regain a normal breathing. It was 
difficult after all that highly concentrated cocksucking. 

Her lips hurt badly. That man's cock and balls had ravished her mouth. Her 
throat ached from the intense workout it had received. 

That was a ten inch rammer! 

She was still gasping from the pounding she had taken. 

Her face was crimson and streaked with sweat. All of her make-up had long 
since gone. This redness was lust ... pure lust. 

She was a spent woman. 

Not so for Alfred! 

Alfred raised himself on his elbows. He smirked, "I'm still as tired as all 
get out but I want more amusement. 

"I haven't fucked a gal in a long while and my cock is still throbbing. 
Look." 

Misty and Veronica both stared at the man's blood-gorged tool. Neither woman 
could believe her eyes. That mad man had practically fucked away the face of 
the slave maid and here he was again ready for action. 

The prick was covered with come and spit down its entire length. It bobbed 
lewdly as the women watched. 

Alfred stared at Veronica. He called out, "My Lady, May I fuck your maid? 
May I plunge my randy cock into her unworthy slit?" 

Veronica smirked, "That you may, my good man, That you may!" She then 
cracked the whip against Misty's bottom. 

"Fuck my man, you hot bitch. Fuck him with your randy cunt!! Fuck him until 
you drop!! You heard me, you dirty, sleazy slut!! FUCK HIM!! ! ! " 

Misty was more than glad to oblige. She danced sprightly to the loveseat. 
Alfred spread his legs wide. Misty charged forwards. She sprang upon his 
prick in a daring leap. She knew that it was crazy, but that didn't stop 
her. The lust charged her blood. She lived for this fucking. She wanted 
Alfred's huge hot, leathery cock shoved up her hot wet cunt more than 
anything else in this world!! 

She knew that if she hurt her lover, or that if she missed, Veronica would 
savage her with that whip and her cruel fingers. But she was willing to try 
anyway. She wanted to slam herself down hard on that hot cock. She wanted to 
thrust her pussylips violently against his balls. She knew that that would 
excite him greatly. She knew that that would make him ball her all the 
harder and all the hotter. 

She hit her mark. Her hot, wet cunt slid right down over the throbbing 
erection! She let out a ferocious moan of pleasure. Alfred groaned deeply, 
almost deafeningly. Even Veronica was shocked. What had started out as a 
torrid fuck-scene now was burning like the Inferno. Misty clasped herself 
tightly to the man's sweaty body. She dug her fingernails into his flesh. 
She pressed her cheeks against his. She shoved her bosom against his chest, 
crushing her pointed, hard tits into his mass of hot, wet hair. Then she 
moaned again. Her fingers worked hard and fast against his crimson skin!! ! 
! 

Misty slammed her hot cunt up and down on the man's throbbing prick. She 
gasped deeply and hotly in rhythm to the shuttling cock and cunt. 

The immense prick plunged in and out, in and out of her crazy, wet pussy. 

OOOHHH!! ! You hot bitch!! You fucking whore!! Slam my prick with that 
God-damned pussy of yours!! ' Alfred shrieked out his joy. "Fuck me!! Fuck 
me!! Fuck me!! " 

Veronica smiled mischievously. She loved what she was seeing. It excited her 
tremendously. As the lovers fucked on the loveseat, she pressed the leather 
hilt of her whip into her own quivering, dripping pussy. It made her shake 
with delight. She snarled, Fuck that man, slave!! Fuck him or I'll beat you 
again!! Fuck him or I'll knock your fucking ass right off!! ' Her eyes shone 
with the fires of Hell. 

Misty wriggled around, up and down, on that giant meatpole. She grasped the 
lover's hair with joy and chuckled softly as he dipped his face into her 
voluptuous breasts and sucked wildly upon her tits. They grew harder and 
firmer in his lips. 

Alfred groaned, "I love your breasts, Misty!! I love your fucking breasts!! 
Your boobs are so frigging beautiful!! " 

The hot and horny man reached out and squeezed them viciously. He couldn't 
stop himself. He wanted to caress them and show this young whore his real, 
sincere appreciation for the sucking and fucking that she was treating him 
with, but he lost control. His savage lust got the better of him. All that 
he could do was twist and turn those boobs roughly in his sweating, tightly 
clasping palms. His hands worked on her boobs to the beat of their wild 
fucking. 

"Your prick is so nice, honey!! " Misty moaned into the red and randy man s 
ear. "O, please, honey, fuck me with your big fat prick!! Ball out my 
pussy!! I'm so wet and crazy over you, darling!! ! " 

Misty was not pretending. She was caught up in one ceaseless orgasm. She 
could not honestly tell where it began and where it ended. Her clit flicked 
wildly against the sweaty belly of the man. She pressed it down firmly 
against that mass of flesh. She groaned. Once again, the tears ran down her 
face. There was a hoarseness in her voice. She'd moaned and groaned and 
sucked and blown so much already that her body was starting to fall apart. 

But that didn t bother her, because the passionate pleasures were too great. 

The huge cockhead lunged deeply into her palpitating cunt. She swooned from 
the intensity of the vibrations. Alfred didn't stop fucking her. He just 
clasped her tightly in his feverish embrace and slammed and slapped away 
with his prick and balls. His whole body trembled with the feverish lust. He 
felt like one large penis throbbing and banging away into that super hot 
cunt!! 

"Oh you hot bitch!! " he whispered into the unhearing ear of the girl. 'I'm 
coming again!! My prick's coming!! I'm coming!! " 

He erupted his hot load into the voluptuous body of the slave maid. She 
awoke just at the instant that his prick stiffened and the jism ejaculated. 
Her eyes opened wide. Her lips pressed firmly and passionately against the 
lips of her spouting, spurting lover. 

She backed off the huge length of the squirming penis. She received just 
what she d intended. A geyser of come inundated her clitoris. She screamed. 
Her own cunt erupted in one final orgasm. 

Veronica screamed too. The cunt-fucking hilt of her whip and the sight of 
the balling couple had done their trick. She dripped and , dripped her sex 
juices all over. Her face flushed a brilliant crimson. Her breast heaved 
tightly, even painfully, against the inside of her leather top. The sweat 
pouring down from her flaming red hair stung her eyes and blinded them. 

"Oh, you bastards and bitches out there!! " she screamed in her delicious 
delirium. She smacked and cracked her whip around the whole room. Alfred and 
Misty ducked for cover to save their sweet asses!! ! 

Veronica finally flung the whip into the wall, knocking down a dozen big 
dildoes. She then flung herself into a heavily cushioned divan and sighed 
heavily. She smirked and then began to laugh. 

She laughed and laughed and laughed. When she was entirely spent, she just 
closed her eyes and let herself slide into a peaceful darkness. 

Alfred gazed into Misty s eyes. He kissed her upon the lips. He whispered to 
her with a sexy, dusky, passion-charged voice, "I love the way that you 
fuck, darling!! ! " Then he slapped her vigorously upon the ass. 

Misty gasped and then smiled. Her bright eyes shone. That was the way that 
she liked her lovers to show their affection. She cherished the 
ultra-violence!! ! ! ! ! ! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Get down on your knees, you foul pig!! " Veronica said. "And howl like a 
fucking dog." 

"Because that's just what you are!! ! " 

The man was stripped naked. He obeyed his mistress. He fell to his knees and 
started to whine and bark. He was a big man, a huge fisherman from the 
rugged West Coast of the Island. His muscles flexed as he bucked back and 
forth howling out with a demonic passion. 

Veronica smirked. This was how she liked her lovers to behave. She treated 
them like the bastards that they were. 

Veronica was attired in a scanty outfit of purple-dyed leather. Her bra had 
holes for her pointed tits to protrude through. Her panties had a hole in 
the front to expose her cunt and a hole in the rear to expose the charms of 
her sweet ass. The dominatrix wore a silver circlet around her head. The 
metal was ornamented with flaming red rubies that were the color of pigeons' 
blood. She gripped a long, cruel whip in her tightly clenched right hand. 

Veronica flung down her whip. She walked over to the stone wall of 
Craigdarroch Castle s dungeon. Upon it hung a hard and flat India rubber 
paddle. The dominatrix smirked. That paddle could really tan the flesh red!! 

She took the paddle down and stroked it with her long, cruel fingers. She 
wore no leather gloves this time. Her long nails were painted red. 

Veronica chuckled. "My pretty dog, this time you are going to know what it 
means to suffer!! " 

The male slave looked up. His eyes brightened. He seemed very pleased. 

Veronica questioned him, "Would you like to be whacked with the paddle, my 
dirty dog? 

Tell your mistress!! Would you like it?" 

The Male slave quivered. He barked out, "Yes!! Yes, my Lady!! Hit me with 
the paddle if that would be your pleasure!! Hit me with the paddle!! " 

Veronica was pleased with his response. Peter Saxon had responded just as he 
had been expected to . ... 

Veronica approached him. She raised her rubber paddle up high. She whacked 
it down upon the big man s ass. He yelped like a hound in pain. Veronica 
smiled again. That was good!! 

"Now raise your bottom up!! " the dominatrix demanded. I want your ass to 
stick right up in the air!! Why should your Lady bow down to you? You dirty 
slave!! Do some work!! " 

Veronica had known Peter Saxon for a full year. Peter was now thirty-five 
years old, a full five years younger than Veronica. When he had first come 
to her, he was just a novice. He was not much good back then. He hadn't 
known how to submit himself to his Lady. 

Misty had introduced him to Veronica at her request. The slave maid had told 
Veronica of her fabulously built friend. Upon hearing the tales of 
Veronica's domination of Misty, Peter Saxon had expressed a desire to learn 
the pleasures and the pains of heavy domination. 

To Veronica it was all the same. She loved to dominate the women and she 
loved to dominate the men. A slave was a slave, whether it had a prick or 
whether it had a cunt. 

Peter Saxon had at first been slow to take orders. He had had far too much 
pride and even arrogance. But over the long weeks and months Veronica had 
trained him well. She had taught him to beg and she had taught him to bark. 
Peter Saxon had lost more and more of his self-assertiveness. As the weeks 
flowed on he had grown to be more and more an extension of Veronica. Now he 
was totally her pet, to torture and abuse as she merrily pleased. 

Veronica stared down. She contemplated the man's cute ass. .She licked her 
sweet, blood-red lips. Then she slammed the hard rubber paddle down again, 
this time much more forcefully than before. 

Her slave screeched out. He trembled under the awful impact of his Lady's 
blow. He dropped his arms and fell upon his chest and face. The tears 
started streaming out of his bleared eyes. 

Veronica yelled at him, "Get back up, you dirty dog!! Rise up, my hot little 
piggie!! " 

The slave showed reluctance. He clutched the ground wittxhis palms and 
squirmed away, but he did not rise. 

This was cause for harsh punishment, Veronica thought. She couldn't let her 
slaves run all over her like this. They had to obey. Following her orders 
was the prime rule of the game. 

The dominatrix lifted up her foot. She wore knee-length black leather boots 
that were studded brilliantly with silver. She pressed the long, spiked heel 
of her right boot slowly into the ass-hole of the prostrate slave. 

"OOOOWWWWWWWWW!! ! " the slave screamed. He writhed in his awful pain. He 
kicked out his legs viciously. The sweat poured out of his every pore. His 
fists clenched and beat against the hard stone flags of the castle dungeon. 

Veronica drove the sharp heel into his anus even deeper. She laughed. She 
then snarled wildly, Beg for your life, you filthy whoreson!! Beg for your 
worthless life, you son of a bitch!! If you don't please me, I swear that 
I'll kill you with my fucking heel!! " 

The male slave responded. He cried out in a cracking voice, "Stop! Stop!! 
Please stop, my Lady!! You're hurting me!! The pain is terrible!! " 

Veronica just snickered, "I can't hear you!! Speak up, boy!! " She drove her 
spiked leather heel even deeper into the man's shithole. That was what these 
boots were made for. They were made for humping disobedient slaves' asses!! 
! 

The male slave shrieked out. He didnt stop shrieking. His agony was too 
intense. He couldn't even control his vocal cords!! He screamed and screamed 
and screamed. 

Veronica just chuckled. She slowly withdrew her heel. She moved it around 
and around in a spiral as she took it out. She knew that that would cause 
the bastard pig the most pain. 

"I like the way that you scream! You have pleased your lady! Maybe I shall 
spare your life." Veronica gazed down upon the slave. Peter Saxon rolled 
over onto his back. He panted ferociously. 

Veronica raised her heel. She pressed the side of it against his cock. She 
moved the heel up and down. The man's member began to harden and throb 
involuntarily. That made Veronica smirk. "You filthy slaves!! You are 
nothing but spawning brutes!! It doesn't take much to get you aroused!! " 

Peter gazed down upon his hard-on. He trembled with fear. He dreaded what 
the evil dominatrix might do to his hard penis. 

Veronica pressed the sharp heel of her boot gently into the man's balls. He 
gasped with fright, but he didn't dare shout out. He knew that if he voiced 
himself without permission his Lady would take offense, and he would suffer 
even more. 

Veronica scoffed, 'I could put a hole through your dirty balls right now if 
I wished, my slave! A pig like you doesn't even deserve to have a set of 
balls. You only deserve to be a eunuch!! " 

Peter Saxon quaked. His whole body flushed a bright pink. He looked just 
like one of the deep-sea fish that he caught for his livelihood. 

"Beg me not to bust your balls, mister!! " the dominatrix screamed. "Beg me 
at the top of your lungs or I'll rip those testicles right off!! " 

Peter shrieked, "Your filthy whoreson of a slave begs you not to castrate 
him!! ! " He gasped for breath and continued, "Do anything to me, my Lady, 
but don't ruin my balls!! It will take away my pleasure in serving you!! " 
Peter groaned at what he said. He had spoken out of turn. That meant that he 
would be punished. His pleasure was nothing to Veronica. He should not have 
dared to speak of it, especially in relation to his serving her. 

The dominatrix brought the paddle down. She smashed it violently into the 
throbbing cockhead. The big, hot prick bent over beneath the blast. The 
crimson pricktip turned purple. 

Peter shrieked. He reached down and clasped his hurt penis. That beaten cock 
stung just like fire. The prick swiftly began to deflate. Soon it was limp 
in his hand. That dick pulsated with ferocious agony. 

Veronica lowered herself into a crouching position. She flung out her hands 
and pushed Peter's hands away from his dick. She then grasped the dick and 
yanked on it violently. The slave writhed in excruciating pain. 

The dominatrix laughed. "Ladies of my caliber usually do not do this for a 
man's prick, but I can't trust your incompetence, you foul pig!! I need you 
hard for my purposes!! " 

Peter was dazed from the pain and shock and terror, but he dimly understood 
what the dominatrix was talking about. He quailed with cold fright. He 
wondered . ... 

The prick grew hard and hot again in the Lady's hand. Veronica moaned out 
her intense disgust. "How fucking revolting!! How fucking loathsome!! " 

But she was satisfied. The penis was throbbing again, faster and harder than 
it had been before. But now it hurt like hell!! The man groaned with agony. 

Veronica went back to the wall, where her instruments of torture hung. She 
smirked as she quickly grasped one of them off its metal hook. She swiftly 
returned to her slave. Once again she crouched before him. She bent down 
right over his loins. 

"Try this one on for size, you foul dog!! If it fits maybe I'll let you lick 
my leather boots!! " Veronica slipped a plastic cockcage over the throbbing 
prick. It was a tight fit, but there was no real difficulty in slipping it 
on. 

The plastic tube was connected to a handpump. Veronica rapidly tightened the 
sheath that engulfed the cock and started to pump viciously on the 
squeeze-bulb. 

Her slave screamed. He felt his cock being crushed by the plastic tube. The 
pressure increased upon every pump. Tighter and tighter that sheath felt 
about his cock. The pain was indescribable. Had the dominatrix driven iron 
nails into his balls, the pain would have been no worse. 

Veronica's eyes sparkled insanely. This was just the sort of pain-giving 
that she excelled at. She could tease that boy's prick until it burst into 
bloody ruin if she chose. Her device was capable of doing that to a prick. 
It could crush it to a crimson pulp. 

"Beg, slave, beg!! " the Lady screamed. 'I'll spare you if you show that you 
are worthy. I know that you are a foul bastard, but perhaps you can be kept 
alive for a while longer to serve me. 

"Prove yourself a decent slave and beg." The slave obeyed. Or he tried to at 
least. He lifted his head inches above the stone floor and opened his mouth 
wide. Only a cracked groan came out. He couldn't formulate words. His speech 
had gone. The pain and the fear had robbed it away from him. 

T see that you are having troubles at obeying me, my slave!! ! " Veronica 
chided him. 

Veronica cruelly increased the pressure on the sheath. The man's cock 
changed from red to purple. The dominatrix realized that her slave was 
physically incapable of responding verbally, but it gave her a wonderful 
excuse to torture him further. 

Peter Saxon was saved. The increase in agony loosened something in the 
muscles of his throat. He spoke up. He fairly screamed, "My Lady, save me!! 
Please don't kill my cock!! Please let me keep my prick!! ! " 

Veronica shrugged casually. "Very well. If you insist, you lowly pig!! " She 
stopped pumping air into the sheath. But she did not release the pressure 
that had already been built up. She wanted to keep that hard-on imprisoned 
in its clear shaft for a while. She enjoyed the sight of the suffering 
prick. 

She rose to her feet, walked up above her slave's face, and crouched down. 
She shoved her ass-hole into his face. She screamed out, the sweat streaming 
passionately down her face's cheeks. "Lick my ass-hole out, you whoreson!! 
Shove your tongue up my shithole and eat to the beat!! " 

The slave darted out his tongue. He forced it like a prick into the ass-hole 
of his dominatrix. Veronica had the nicest ass that he had ever seen or 
kissed. The shithole was tight and pink. It just flowed together with the 
ass-cheeks like a real work of erotic art. 

"OOOHHH!! ! That's right, you stinking bastard!! Lick my ass-hole out!! 
That's all your filthy mouth is good for. It's only good for licking out 
sweet ass-holes!! " 

Veronica shoved her buns fiercely into the man's face and banged them into 
his nose and lips and eyes. She bumped and ground her ass-cheeks savagely 
into that man's sweating face. Peter could hardly breathe. When he did 
manage to inhale, all he got was a whiff of the dank dungeon air and the 
aroma of shit. Veronica's ass-hole might have been beautiful, but it smelled 
like shit!! 

Peter was caught off guard. The sweating, red-hot buns suddenly discharged a 
load of warm shit into his opened mouth. There was no warning. The ass-hole 
just opened wide and spurted out a load of offal onto the slave's tongue. 
Her bumping and grinding ass-cheeks drove the shit right down the man's 
throat. 

The dominatrix burst into chaotic laughter. She groaned and moaned with 
feverish pleasure. Her pussy quivered. She loved shitting into her male 
slaves' hot and sucking mouths!! ! 

"EAT SHIT!! ! EAT MY SHIT, YOU DIRTY SLAVE!! EAT MY FUCKING SWEET SHIT!! 
SWALLOW IT DOWN, YOU GOD-DAMNED SWINE!! SUCK THAT SHIT!! GOBBLE IT UP!! YOU 
WERE MADE TO EAT SHIT!! EAT MY SHIT, YOU HOT STUD WHORESON!! ! " Veronica 
freaked out on her ecstasy. 

Peter was sick and nauseated. His prick was still clasped tightly in that 
monstrous torture instrument. The sheath kept his throbbing hard-on erect. 
His balls hung there like dead weights, as hard as rocks. The skin had 
constricted from his terrific tension. That prick ached with dire pain. 

Peter dared not refuse his mistress' commands. Though it was hellishly 
disgusting, he gobbled and swallowed that warm shit with a terrific passion. 
He wanted to, in a strange way. Everything that Veronica subjected him to 
was desired in a weird fashion on his part. That was why he was there right 
now. In sexual domination both partners had to consent. Otherwise, it was 
just plain rape. 

Peter certainly didn't like the taste of shit, but he thrilled at being 
forced to eat it. He felt dominated by the wicked dominatrix. That was the 
part that he really liked. He felt as though he were a part of something 
larger than himself. Being out of control excited him. That's where he felt 
the danger and the wild adventure!! ! ! 

Peter fought not to retch. It was hard. He still hadn't learned to eat shit 
in style. His body still rejected the offal. That was not good. It meant 
that he was an imperfect slave. It meant that he displeased his Lady. He 
would have to learn to take the shit down better if he didn't want to be 
punished more cruelly. 

Veronica raised herself from his face. She looked down at the pile of shit 
that covered his features. She lifted her high heel. The dominatrix drove 
that heel down into the pile of shit. It forced the offal right down into 
her slave's gasping mouth. 

The Lady's eyes flared like demon's eyes. She snarled, "I said to EAT IT!! ! 
" Veronica was obviously displeased with her slave's performance. He would 
have to be taught a lesson. She could not tolerate such incompetence. It was 
outright insubordinance, and that was just another word for mutiny. 

The dominatrix quivered in her impassioned anger. Her whole body quaked 
violently. 

Veronica rampaged over to the wall. She grasped some ball-clamps. She rushed 
over to the groveling man and applied the metallic devices to his testicles. 
Peter Saxon opened his mouth wide and howled out his pain. He trembled from 
the excruciating agony, the total debasement of his body and his soul. He 
was no longer Peter Saxon the man. He was just a nameless slave who lived 
only for the amusement of the dominatrix whom he served. 

Veronica shrieked, "Turn over onto your belly, you worthless slave!! I want 
to beat your ass some more with my paddle!! ! " The Lady kicked the slave in 
the side. He rolled over. He screamed out again. The weight of his own body 
on the clamped penis and balls made him agonize even more. 

Veronica sprang down and grabbed up the discarded paddle. She whacked his 
ass viciously. Up and down, up and down, the paddle descended. Peter's 
ass-cheeks turned lobster red from that beating. 

The dominatrix cruelly commanded, 'Tell me that you like it!! Tell me that 
you love having your ass beaten with my stick!! You filthy cur!! Scream it 
out, boy!! Scream it out!! " 

Peter the slave shrieked, "I love it, my Lady! My mistress!! Beat my ass!! 
Smack my ass with your paddle!! Smack it!! Crack it!! Beat me, my Lady!! Oh, 
please!! Beat me!! ! ! " Peter was smart enough to know that if he failed to 
obey Veronica she would only strike him harder, harder even than was his 
pleasure. Veronica was a strong and brutal woman. She could really make a 
man's ass sting!! 

"Louder!! " Veronica screamed as the paddle descended faster and harder. 
"Beg me for your spanking, you sleazy pig!! ! " 

Peter Saxon grew dizzier and dizzier. His words began to slur. He felt his 
prick lunging down below him, making the whole sheath toss to and fro. His 
balls were in agony. Yet his prick was going to come. He could feel it 
getting ready to spout. There was nothing in this world that could stop that 
terrible ejaculation. 

'AAARRRRGGGHHHH!! ! " Peter screamed. The come being forced up into his 
already tightly squeezed cock increased his awful agony. His balls 
practically shrieked as they pumped their hot come from under the heavy 
metallic ball-clamps. That was the most horrifying orgasm that any man ever 
had!! ! 

The hot come spouted out of his cockhead. It spouted in torrents. Veronica 
knew that her slave was ejaculating. His whole body lurched up and down upon 
his explosive privies. 

The dominatrix laughed. "I love it, you pig!! I love the way that you come!! 
Hurry up and spout your load!! I want you to perform for me!! I want you to 
perform!! ! " 

Peter's cock just kept on spouting and spurting. It was jam-packed with the 
burning come. Peter screamed out in his agony. It felt like his private 
parts were shooting into ruin. 

Veronica rushed down and knocked her slave on his back. She attacked the 
cock and ball's torture instruments with her red and randy hands. 

'Oh, your hot come stinks!! " she insulted her slave as she removed the 
clear sheath from his prick! "I see worms floating around in it! You are the 
pig!! " 

Peter thrilled to her insults. That was the part of the domination trip that 
he really got off on. He was thrilled to high heaven to hear this Lady 
debasing him with her cruel remarks. 

Veronica removed the ball-clamps and yanked off the clear penis-sheath. 
Peter moaned and groaned at that. His purple dick fell limp. The come oozed 
out of the sheath that had grasped him so cruelly. It spilled all over his 
balls and all over his stomach. 

"My Lady!! My Lady!! Thank you so much!! Thank you for sparing my unworthy 
prick!! I shall worship you forever!! Thank you, Mistress!! I shall always 
be your loyal slave!! " Peter gasped. Veronica smirked at that. She flung 
the penis-sheath and the ball-clamps away. Then she ordered, "Get it up, you 
hot stud!! Get your prick up!! I want you to fuck me!! I want you to fuck my 
hot cunt!! 

"I like the spunk of slaves!! It's cheap!! You lousy pig! Get that cock up 
or I'll cut the frigging thing off!! " 

Peter trembled with joy. Few dominatrixes allowed their slaves to fuck them. 
Only on certain special occassions did they allow their worshippers to flay 
the part of studs and ball them. 

Peter was exceptionally lucky. Veronica was turned-on by this violent play. 
She wanted to have a taste of her hot slave's prick!! 

Peter reached down and clasped his prick in his two sweaty, red-colored 
hands. He stroked the organ up and down, back and forth. He quivered with 
the pain. That dick had had quite a "work-out. It burned as though it were 
on fire. Peter trembled as wave after wave of agony raced through his body. 

Yet Peter knew that if he wanted to remain Veronica's slave he'd have to 
perform like a faithful stud right now. There were a thousand other eager 
slaves who gladly bucked to take his place. He was very lucky. Veronica was 
one of the finest dominatrixes around. Anywhere. 

Up and down Peter massaged his hot prick. He winced at the pain and tried to 
combat the total agony in his mind. He stroked the flaming prick, squeezing 
it gently and teasingly. That worked. It felt pretty good. The prick began 
to harden in his hands. 

He rolled his balls. They were smarting as much as his dick smarted. Those 
ball-clamps had really hurt his testicles. They throbbed ferociously. He 
tried to alleviate the pain. He pressed his sweaty palms around the globes. 
He rolled them around and around. That was better. They weren't killing him 
anymore. 

Peter experienced a new throbbing hard-on. The cock swelled. The prick's 
head inflated as the hot blood pumped from his wildly beating heart gorged 
it. 

Veronica scoffed, "It's not very big, you filthy whoreson!! Don't you dare 
try to insult me!! I shall not have you poke that come-stained pea-shooter 
up my cunt!! You are a dirty bastard!! " 

Veronica's insults made the man's prick rise even more. It beat up and down. 
It was red-hot now, hard and bouncing. Even the dominatrix could not deny 
that. She might call the prick a thousand filthy names and spit at it, but 
she could not call it a little cock any more!! It was as large and virile as 
any man's right now!! 

Peter fondled the cockhead. He pressed his fingertip down on the comehole. 
He stroked the sensitive skin right under and in back of his hot tip. That 
made his prick bounce around some more. 

He cupped his two balls in his sweating hands and pressed them lovingly. 
Fresh bolts of lightning charged down the length of his prick. The cock 
banged up and down in the air. The prick moved around and around as Peter 
manipulated it with the powerful muscles located at the very root of his 
blazing manhood!! 

Peter was proud of himself. He knew that his cock would pleasure his 
mistress. It would be the source of infinite ecstasy to that Lady. 

Veronica shrieked, "All right, you fish-monger!! Slam your salmon into me!! 
I want you to fuck me!! " 

The Lady stood up above him. She gazed down and smiled mockingly. 

Peter rose up. He reached out his arms to clasp the dominatrix to his bosom. 
She stepped back suddenly and cracked her hand viciously against his face. 

Veronica shrieked, "No! Not that way!! I want you up against the wall!! " 
She pointed to the stone wall. It was bare save for the chains set into it. 
No more words needed to be exchanged. Peter understood that he was expected 
to become the bound prisoner, so that he could be brutally ravished by his 
pleasure-seeking mistress. 

Peter strode to the wall. He pressed his naked back against the cold stone 
blocks. Their hard and bumpy texture against his flesh made him flinch. 

Veronica strode towards him. She picked up an iron chain, which terminated 
in a handcuff. She held it. 

"Hold out your left hand, fish-monger!! " she snapped. "I want to bind it! 
I'll not have your grease-stained fish-stinking fingers touching my precious 
flesh and polished leather!! " 

Peter quailed. That insult really hurt. It made him feel low and valueless. 
He obeyed. He winced as Veronica snapped the cold, water-dripping metal 
around his wrist. The ancient rust cut into his flesh. It was a highly 
unpleasant sensation. 

The next arm, now!! Hold it out, you fish-monger!! " 

Peter obeyed. Veronica cruelly snapped the handcuff around his wrist. 

Then came the shackles that bound each of his feet to the wall. The 
dominatrix snapped them on with her brutal flair. As she was clasping the 
last chain around his right calf she pressed her opened mouth to the naked, 
sweat-dripping flesh of his leg and sank her teeth into the skin. 

It was a terribly sensuous, shocking, painful experience. Peter gasped and 
gritted his teeth. He struggled against the chains that bound him fastly to 
the wall. There was just enough slack to allow him to bash his back up and 
down against the stones. He sprained his limbs as his weight jolted up and 
down against the pull of the cold iron. Had he not been built up by the sea, 
and made rugged through lifting up the heavy nets, he would have harmed 
himself far, far more. 

Veronica was at last pleased. Her slave had been appropriately made 
submissive. Now she could fuck him without losing her standing as a Lady. He 
was just an animal chained to the prison wall for her enjoyment. 

She gazed down at the man's cock. It was still huge. He had given himself a 
good-enough hard-on before. Even with all the binding the man's prick had 
retained its rigidity. 

"Fish-monger, it's time that you were put to a decent use. Your Lady wishes 
to take her pleasure. Fuck me, whoreson!! Fuck me!! " 

The leather-clad dominatrix reached down and grasped the man's cock tightly 
in her hand. She pressed her leather-encircled cunt lips against the 
cockhead. Then she revolved the cockhead around and around her quivering 
quim. Her pussyjuices flowed. They dribbled onto the man's hot tip. 

Her slave could not help himself. He moaned out in his pleasure. 

That disturbed Veronica. She lashed out at his face. She stared into his 
eyes and hissed, 'I don't want to hear a word from you, not even a single 
breath, unless I ask for it!! Is that clear, boy? 

Peter stared down to avoid her eyes. He found himself looking down at her 
erect, purple nipples and smelling her sweet sweat. "Yes," he mumbled. "I 
shall be silent." 

Veronica cracked him again across the face. She brutally yanked him by his 
long hair and spat into his eyes. She snarled, "You look me in the eyes when 
you speak to me, you piggish stud!! " 

Her slave blinked and then murmured, "Yes, Mistress. Your word is my 
command." 

That reply seemed to please Veronica. She murmured, 'Good," and then looked 
back down at his cock. It had begun to grow limp. Slowly it flooded with 
blood again. Peter was very lucky. 

The dominatrix grinned into the bound slave's worshipping and pain-racked 
face, and hissed, I'll save your discipline for later. I don't want you to 
lose your hard-on, bastard!! " 

Peter dared not groan, but he wanted to. He loved the way that the 
dominatrix reached down and pressed his throbbing hard-on against her clit. 
She shoved the comehole of his cockhead over her palpitating clitoris. 

The dominatrix stroked the length of his prick, not, of course, for his 
enjoyment, but only to press the hot tip against her quivering clit. 

'The fish-monger has a hard prick!! " Veronica laughed aloud, as she leaned 
her body back and half-shut her eyelids. "I think that I'll fuck myself with 
it!! ' 

Veronica took the penis and shoved the cockhead an inch into her pussy. The 
pink folds of her vagina covered the cockhead to its base. Her pussyjuices 
ran down the length of his hot shaft. 

She then flung her pelvis forwards. The cock slid more deeply into her 
trembling vagina. She loved the prick's hard texture. It felt not unlike the 
scales of a deep sea fish. 

In and out, in and out, she thrust her body upon that bounding cock. She 
slammed into Peter so hard that he was forced against the cold and dank 
stone wall. Veronica was consumed with infernal passions. She yearned to use 
this man's prick to pleasure her in every way possible. 

The dominatrix reached out her right hand and ran her long fingers through 
Peter's hair. She dug her fingernails into his scalp as if they were the 
talons of a panther. Then she tugged at his hair. She tugged upon his hair 
so hard as she slammed him against the wall with her cunt that he screamed 
out in his intense pain. 

That angered her. She spit into his opened mouth and howled, "Silence!! I 
told you to show no emotion!! I don't want to know that you're even here!! 
I'm just fucking a piece of hot fish!! " 

She reached out with her left hand, the hand that had been stroking her own 
steaming clitoris while she fucked her slave with her quivering pussy. 
Veronica placed her fingers over the man's tit and pinched it viciously. The 
dominatrix carefully scrutinized the slave's face. She was ready to torture 
him if he made any sign of protest. She was a harsh mistress. 

"So the fucking fish-monger is afraid of me!! " she mocked. "Then let him 
suffer some more, if he suffers so well!! " 

Veronica was not fair. She loved to play dirty. She reached down with her 
right hand and grabbed and squeezed the fisherman's other tit. She dug her 
sharp, crimson-painted fingernail into the flesh just under the nipple. She 
didn't draw any blood, but she did create searing pain. 

That was not enough abuse to fulfill her diabolical appetite. She then 
started to pluck the hairs out one by one from his breast. 

Her pussy rammed and slammed itself with terrific momentum against his cock 
and his balls. She fucked her slave so hard that she hurt him. She pressed 
her face against his and clasped her teeth around his earlobe. 

Peter trembled. He prayed that the dominatrix would not bite it off. She was 
out of control right now, and he knew it. That meant that she was a very 
dangerous woman. Yes, she was gorgeous and dangerous. And he was her 
helpless slave. 

Veronica didn't bite. She merely nibbled up and down the outer surface of 
the ear in an excruciating way. That sent the shivers up and down the spine 
of the big fisherman. 

Veronica reached down and clasped his balls. She squeezed them tightly. She 
drove her fingertips into the comesacks to excite them. Her slave's cock 
leaped up and down inside of her pussy under than violent stimulation. 

Veronica practically did a pagan dance on that protruding cock. She whirled 
her body up and down and around and around, twisting and turning and bumping 
and grinding in a really crazy way. 

She felt her whole body become overwhelmed with the terrific fevers of her 
dark passions. She slapped and slammed her cunt lips against the slave's hot 
balls. She rammed her whole pelvis up and down the length of his twitching 
cock. 

"Keep that hard-on up for another minute, you bastard fish, and I shall 
deliver many sweet and wonderful punishments to you!! " Veronica gasped. She 
felt the man's flaming hard-on stiffening. But she didn't want the cock to 
come just yet. She was on the very verge of a terrific climax, and needed 
another few seconds to achieve it. She yearned to explode in a fabulous 
climax. 

Her pussy sizzled red-hot. She heard a roaring in her ears. This was 
madness!! 

The cunt shuttled wildly over the length of hot cock. The juices rained in a 
vicious downpour. Veronica gasped. She did not want to in the presence of 
her slave. But the vibrations got the better of her. 

The hot cock throbbed strongly inside of the quivering vagina. It reached 
its critical intensity. The penis erupted in a geyser of fiery come. The 
spunk flooded Veronica's pussy. The hotly twitching cock and the flowing 
sperm triggered her cunt into creaming off. 

Veronica clasped her leather clad body to her chained slave's stud build; 
She rammed her hot cunt right up to his balls and kept herself there. 

Veronica grasped the slave by the hair and tugged violently. She let herself 
go. She didn't care any more what this stinking hunk of flesh in front of 
her thought. She only wanted to feel the maximum pleasure. 

Fully satisfied, the dominatrix flung herself away from the bound slave. She 
burst into a tremendous wave of laughter. It was the release that she 
needed. And even that release was a cruel experience. She roared, "I've just 
fucked a fish!! I've come over a piece of seafood!! " 

Peter Saxon hung limply against the wall. He no longer heard the words and 
laughter of his mistress. The pain and the passion of the ordeal had finally 
taken its toll on his body and his mind. He slumped into a dark, dreamless 
slumber. 

Veronica smirked. She had designs for the future. This fisherman was not the 
worst slave that she had had the opportunity to discipline. He took orders 
well enough and had a prick massive and experienced enough to satisfy a Lady 
of her queenly desires. 

There would be many more sessions of whipping and paddling, binding and 
degrading in store for her slave, Peter. He was a lucky one. Not every slave 
that she'd tried-out had lasted this long. 

She strode over to the wall and undid the chains. Her slave's body crashed 
to the stone floor. She snickered. He'd have a lot of cleaning up to do. She 
wanted these dungeon walls to shine for her next episode of discipline. 
She'd have the muscle-bound stud scrub the stone on his hands and knees 
before she'd let him see the light of day again. That was how it had to be. 
Her slaves worked for their pleasure. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Claudia Shire embraced Veronica with a very passionate hug. Both women's 
eyes sparkled like brilliantly cut diamonds. Their touch was warm and 
sensuous. Both women felt strong affection for one another. 

Veronica treated Claudia as a virtual equal. There were few women, few 
persons at all, in her life that she treated on that level. 

Claudia had lived the earlier part of her life in the wilderness of Alberta, 
with her family. Her father had operated a tourist resort high in the Rocky 
Mountains. Claudia had acquired a lot of practical, useful knowledge in 
helping her parents run their lodge. That knowledge had held her in good 
stead when she moved out to Vancouver on the coast. 

She was a mere thirty years old, but she knew more of the world than women 
who had lived to ninety. As Veronica had until recently done, Claudia 
involved herself in advertising. 

The lady had a mind as sharp as a whip, and a luscious enough body to propel 
herself swiftly up through the lower ranks into a managerial position. She'd 
done a lot of cocksucking and prickfucking to get herself there, but upon 
reaching a safe plateau she'd given up the asslicking. 

With Veronica's training she became a very adept dominatrix. She'd kissed 
plenty of asses during the beginning of her career. Now she only whipped 
them and made her slaves kiss hers!! 

"I'm so glad that you're with me again," Veronica told her lady-friend with 
a passionate voice. "Only the Straits of Georgia separate us from one 
another, but with your busy schedule and my preoccupations we hardly see one 
another half enough.! ! ! " 

"I know what you mean!" Claudia responded. 'I'm really fortunate to be here 
now. I rarely even have the weekends to myself anymore." 

Veronica smiled knowingly at that. "It will pay off eventually,' she told 
her friend. "One-day you ll be able to make your own move, to call your own 
shots. You wait and see. 

You're a bright girl. You've come very far already. And you'll go much 
farther. That I promise you!! " 

Claudia brightened up. "I saw your maid. It's the first time I've actually 
met her. She's such a pretty creature." 

Veronica smirked. "She's my slave. She does everything that I ask her. She 
cleans the house and answers the phone and licks out my pussy!! ! " 

Claudia chuckled, "You really know how to pick them, Veronica. I've got 
quite a few obedient slaves of my own, you know. But there's a certain, 
extra-special quality to yours. I wonder how that is." 

Veronica was proud. She flushed with her joy. ' It's their training. I'm 
none too gentle about that. When it comes to my slaves, I really come down 
hard on them right from the very beginning." 

Claudia shook her head in agreement. That's the way that it's got to be. If 
you give a slave an inch, he or she will take a mile. I've had some really 
bad ones over the years. Some never worked out. Not every man and women 
knows how to accept their proper discipline. Any dominatrix can find good 
slaves. But you have to search far and wide to find the great ones." 

Veronica broke into a high, powerful laughter. "I've never thought of slaves 
being great. Maybe that's where you're gone wrong, darling. You've been 
crediting your slaves with far more than they're worth!! " 

Claudia brightened up. Maybe we could share a domination experience 
sometimes." 

Veronica raised her eyebrows. What exactly do you mean? 

Claudia hesitated, but finally blurted out, "Misty for instance! Would you 
be willing to share your slave with me? At the same time. On an equal 
basis." 

Veronica said, "Mmmmmm." She pressed her finger to her chin. "I've never had 
such a request before. I've shared my slaves. I've even made them perform 
for my lusty friends. But I've never shared them at the same time with 
another dominatrix." 

Claudia used all her powers of persuasion, all her sensuosity. She caressed 
her friend's arm and purred, "Think of it. Think of what a marvelous 
experience it would be! 

"Well multiply our pleasure without bounds. Well be able to help each other, 
to put the slave right where she belongs.' 

Finally, Veronica consented, "All right, Claudia, we'll give it a try." Then 
she smirked. "Just don't try to steal my slave away from me with your whip. 
I need her for cleaning around the house." 

Claudia smiled. "I promise you that." 

The two dominatrixes stood side by side in the pleasure-room, the very same 
spacious dildo-ornamented chamber wherein Alfred Rebel had been entertained 
so well several weeks before. 

Veronica was dressed in black leather adorned with silver. 

Claudia was dressed in red. leather and wore many iron ornaments. 

They focused their attention at the doorway. Misty stepped through the 
threshold and walked down the red carpet. Her eyes stared at the floor. Her 
wrists were bound behind her back by tight leather thongs. 

She was naked. Obscene blue body paint was scrawled over her flesh. The two 
dominatrixes had had their fun. They had done well with the preliminary 
degradations. 

Veronica leaned over and whispered into Claudia's ear, "Remember, my 
sweetheart, this is not a contest between you and me. This is only for the 
pleasure of domination." 

Claudia nodded her head in consent. That was good enough for her. She had no 
desire to compete with the other Lady. She was here just for the thrilling 
adventure, out of the love of pursuing her craft. 

Claudia spoke aloud. A mocking quality rang throughout her voice. "The girl 
is beautiful for a slave, isn't she?" 

Veronica smirked. That was the perfect introduction for a whole host of 
slurs and punishments. Beautiful slaves ran the greatest risk of getting 
their asses beaten in the most violent ways. 

"Too beautiful," Veronica replied, sardonically. "And she acts it too. The 
bitch must be taught submission. She's too haughty for her own good. That's 
a dangerous quality in a woman. Look at the way that she stands!! ! " 

Misty hadn't even raised her eyes. She was posed in the stance of ultimate 
submission. The Ladies didn't see it that way, though. They wanted that girl 
to beg like a hot slut for mercy!! 

"On your knees, bitch!! " Claudia snapped. 

Misty said, 'Yes, Mistress!! " And she lowered herself to her knees, just as 
she had been commanded. "What was that?" Veronica snapped. "We don't hear 
you!" She reached down and yanked the girl by her lovely, shimmering 
brunette hair. The girl flinched. She expected a blow to fall. Veronica 
didn't disappoint her. 

The Lady cracked her across the face with the side of her hand. That brought 
tears running down the slave maid's face. She quailed. Her bosom rose and 
fell. 

'Speak up girl!! Speak up!! " Claudia screamed into the girl's ear. She 
reached down and grabbed one of Misty's massive breasts and crushed it in 
her hand. 

Misty shrieked out in pain. Claudia cracked her against the back. The girl 
fell forwards, face down into the carpet. She turned her face upwards and 
gasped to her tormentor, "Yes, my Lady!! My Lady, yes!! " 

"That's better!" Claudia cooed. She spoke with a sweet menace. That made the 
maid quiver like she hadn't quivered in days. Claudia was in many ways just 
as terrible a dominatrix as her own Lady, Veronica, was. 

Veronica chuckled. Her laughter sounded as though it were pierced with many 
daggers. "The slave looks fine where she is!! None of that would have been 
necessary if she'd known her place!! " 

Claudia echoed her sentiments exactly. "That's right! This maid is a fucking 
slut. And she should know it!! I hate fucking sluts!! I hate fucking sluts 
that try to act like queens!! " 

The younger, blonde-haired dominatrix lifted high her high-heeled leather 
boot and pressed it down into the slave's ass-hole. 

That was when Veronica realized that she was jealous. Had that been a man's 
prick edging itself up her maid's buns she would not have minded. But here 
she sensed an odd rivalry. She could not clear the emotion from her head. 

"Take that heel up your ass!! You hot bitch!! " Veronica roared. She liked 
being able to supervise. It gave her the feeling of being more in com and. 

"You bitch! You whore!! " Claudia screamed. She rammed the sharp, long heel 
of her leather boot down deeper into the maid's ass-hole. 

Misty bucked her ass. The pain was terrific. She bit down upon her lower 
lip. The pain that she felt in that lip took some of the agony away from her 
ass-hole. 

Veronica strode down to the wall and contemplated the assortment of whips 
that hung there. She chose a short, lightly stinging whip. That meant that 
she could lash out and whack her slave more and even harder before the maid 
passed out. 

The red-haired dominatrix slapped the whip down upon her quivering slave's 
naked back. 

The girl let out a groan. There was no way for her not to have. She had to 
get that pain, that torment, out of her system before it drove her 
completely insane. 

Even as the whip cracked against that girl's back Claudia drove her heel in 
and out, in and out of the ass-hole. Misty trembled at that. Claudia moved 
her heel in a different way than Veronica did. The girl's ass-hole was not 
used to such treatment. 

It was not that Misty was not used to having her ass torridly humped with a 
huge variety of huge objects. It was that Veronica almost invariably did the 
humping. And she moved her instruments about in a certain fashion that 
Misty's anus had grown used to. 

But Claudia manipulated her ass-hole with her heel with a curious jabbing 
motion. That was worlds apart from the fucking spiraling motion that 
Veronica used. 

"Look at that fucking whore go at it!! " Veronica laughed. "Buck, Misty, 
buck!! My friend wants to see you writhe!! Lady Claudia wants to hear you 
howl!! ! " 

Misty started to howl. But Claudia was not at all pleased. She liked telling 
the maid slave what she wanted. She didn't care to have her friend tell the 
slave what she wanted. 

In and out, in and out, that hot heel stabbed. It buried its full four 
inches into the poor girl's quivering anus.. 

"Oh, Mistresses!! " Misty screamed. "Show me some mercy!! The pain is so 
terrible!! 

"I can't take it any more, my Ladies!! !..." 

Veronica laughed, "Let's chain her to the rafters!! I want to see some heavy 
bondage!. " 

"I want her to swing back and forth for our amusement!! " 

Misty quailed. She thought about her first heavy bondage experience. That 
had been a long, long-time ago. Her friend Jeffery had been and still 
probably was into the bondage and domination scene. He had tied her up to 
the wall and spanked her with a wooden paddle until her ass was flaming red. 

Jeffrey had been a cruel lover. He had been free with his affections. He had 
called his lady friends over and together they had really bruised and 
brow-beaten the young woman. That was where Misty learned to love pain and 
humiliation and all the things that a fine dominatrix could give her. She'd 
learned to love the pain out of her self-preservation instinct. She was 
innocent back then and Jeffrey was just like God to her. She had felt that 
he had to be pleasured ultimately for her to be worth anything herself. 

That feeling had persisted over the years and clung to her right now. The 
only difference was that these were women tormentors. In many ways the women 
were better at the domination game. They had so many hostilities in their 
own blood that they made the perfect torturers, the ideal degraders. 

Veronica now had leather thongs in her hand. In the thongs was a metal ring. 
A chain hung from the ceiling. The whole contraption was beautifully simple. 

The dominatrix strapped the thongs around the already existing leather strap 
that bound Misty's wrists together. Veronica looked at Claudia. The other 
dominatrix understood. She approached Misty. Together both women lifted. 
Their muscles were well-developed. A little maneuvering brought the metal 
ring of the wrist-thongs onto the hook of the suspended chain. 

Misty gasped as she felt the pressure on her arms. It was very painful, but 
not at all new to her. She had been hung so many times before that her arms 
had been strengthened. She could take the whole hanging ordeal with little 
more than moderate flinching. 

"Look at the pig!! " Claudia chuckled. "Look at that maid hang! You should 
be proud of your slave, Veronica!! Not every slut hangs so well, sweetheart! 
' 

Veronica smirked at that. No, not every slave did hang so well. Misty was 
pretty special. She had been so abused by her earlier male lovers that she 
could take all the abuse that was dished out to her in really high style. 
That hot slut liked it. She lived for her abuse. Veronica was as shrewd to 
the needs of her own slave as Misty was attuned to her own cravings. 

Both dominatrix and slave maid understood each other perfectly. Theirs was a 
give and take relationship. One lived to be beaten and abused. The other 
lived to dominate. 

Misty must have had some guilt inside of her, Veronica thought, as she 
watched her slave swing back and forth on the iron chain. That was why the 
slaves came to the dominatrixes. They needed to be reprimanded, to get the 
filthy guilt knocked out of their systems. Misty was no different. She 
needed the indulgences that the pain and degradation brought her, so that 
she could go out and sin again. Veronica never really knew, though, what it 
was that was Misty's private guilt. All the domination that had been 
lavished upon the maid had not brought that out of her. 

Veronica found herself a leather set of thongs from the assortment of 
torture instruments on the wall. She whacked out at the maid's behind. 
Claudia smirked as Misty writhed in her agony and shock. 

"Ouch!! " the maid cried. "Please don't do anything too violent to me, my 
mistresses!! " she pleaded. 

Claudia purred up at her. "You ll have to earn our lenience. You'll have to 
do whatever we tell you to, whether it is to your liking or not!! " 

Veronica chuckled, "Darling, what is to my slave's liking or not is none of 
our concern. Her feelings are nothing!! " 

Claudia stared up again at Misty. The dominatrix looked like a terrifying 
sight. The way that she was clad in her sleek leather made her look like a 
dangerous animal. 

"Do you hear what your Lady say?" Claudia snickered. "Veronica does not 
think that your desires mean much. That's because you're just her slave. 
You're here just for our amusement!! Don't forget that!! If you're not 
humble enough we'll beat you all the harder, like the vermin that you really 
are!! ' 

Misty wept. She knew that this disciplinary session was quite a horror-show. 
She quailed. Then she asked Claudia, "My Lady, what would you have me do?" 

Veronica snapped back at her slave, "Yours is not to ask, you foul slut!! 
Yours is but to perform!! ! " She whacked Misty with her leather thongs. The 
maid's body bucked and writhed. She spun around upon her chain. 

'Look at the hot slut spin!! " Claudia mocked. 'Look at the hot slut spin in 
circles!! " 

Veronica applied the flail once again. Misty cried out. More tears streamed 
from her eyes. 

Claudia had plans of her own. She wandered over to the wall and took the 
dildo that had caught her eye from off the shelf. The dildo was long and 
wide and shaped like a giant red cock. 

She approached the hanging slave. Her mind remembered the first time she had 
made love with a man. Claudia remembered how the fellow had taken his big 
prick and pressed it firmly into her pussy. She had squirmed and cried at 
that. The pain had been something terrible. 

The cock had busted open her cherry. She'd screamed. There had been little 
pleasure in it for her. Ever since that first time all her relationships had 
been aggressive, even cruel and violent. 

She stared at Misty. She pretended that that girl was herself those years 
ago. She imagined that the big cock-toy that she grasped was her first 
lover's prick. As she had done so many times before with her slaves, she now 
wanted to re-enact that first turbulent moment. 

"I'm going to put this prick into you, girl!" the dominatrix smiled. "It's 
going to feel really good!! " Claudia knew that she was lying to hurt that 
maid. That was what this dildo was designed for. It was one big, hot, and 
heavy cock. She knew that if anything could dominate this slave, a cock like 
that hunk of rubber would do the trick. 

Misty trembled. She was not so much afraid of the rubber cock as she was 
afraid of Claudia's tone. She understood why that was. Claudia spoke with a 
voice remarkably like Jeffery's. It had that same note of cruelly, that same 
sound of grim diabolism. 

Claudia inserted the dildo. She slowly pressed it up into the bound girl's 
cunt. Misty gasped. The cockhead was too large for her lovehole. The 
dominatrix forced the prick deeper. 

"Take the cock!! Take it, you filthy whore!" Claudia screamed up to Misty. 
She imagined her first lover's prick shuttling into and out of her own 
vagina, and ultimately breaking the hymen. 

Claudia did not rush the fucking. She slowly pressed the cock in and out of 
the quivering cunt. She wished to relish every moment of the fucking. She 
gazed at Misty's cunt lips, watching how they clasped up and down upon the 
inwards-shuttling shaft. 

The dominatrix stared up at the suspended woman's sweat-dripping face. The 
sweat oozed down in torrents. Claudia wet her own lips. She realized that 
her own features looked not dissimilar from the maid's when she was first 
fucked. She had seen herself in the mirror while her lover plunged up and 
down on top of her, as he panted like a lust-crazed beast. 

Claudia felt cheated. She grew more angry. She plunged the cock more deeply 
into the maid's cunt. The slave writhed with the pain. Claudia liked that. 
She was in a violent mood. She wanted Misty to suffer now as she had once 
suffered. 

The dominatrix spun the penis around in her hand. It burrowed itself right 
up to the hilt inside of the maid's cunt. That said something about Misty. 
She had one hell of a deep pussy!! 

Misty groaned. She felt more humiliated by Claudia's dildo-thrusting than 
she had felt from Veronica's whips and chains. Claudia displayed a vicious 
vengeance that her own Lady only hinted at. 

"Please, my Lady!! Go easy on my cunt!! Your cock is killing me!! " Misty 
whimpered. She then bit her lip, almost until the blood flowed. She'd wanted 
not to say anything, knew that she would be far better off that way, but 
could not avoid screaming out to beg for mercy. The pain was too much. She 
felt so naked under Claudia's burning eyes. Claudia seemed to be staring 
right down into her very soul with that penetrating, evil gaze. 

"Beg some more, girl!! Beg some more!! Show me some life!! ' Claudia 
screamed. 

Veronica had a hard time believing that Claudia was giving such a thorough 
work-out to her own slave. Veronica contented herself with just watching. 
She knew that she herself had something to learn from this one-time pupil of 
hers. She admired the dominatrix's brutal style. 

Claudia slammed the penis all the way into Misty's cunt, and then withdrew 
her red and randy hands. She grasped the slave by the waist. She sank her 
fingernails into her skin and traced red lines down her flesh. 

Misty whimpered. It was the cruelest sensation that had ever attacked her 
flesh. She trembled from head to toe. Claudia had gotten the best of her. 

"So my pretty slave has learned to feel terror!! " Claudia laughed. She 
flung her face against Misty's belly, wiping her blonde hair against the red 
skin of the slave. 

Then she stepped back. She stared into Veronica's eyes and reached out 
suddenly. She brutally grasped the flail from her mistress' hands. She 
whipped the maid's quivering flesh. WHACK!! ! WHACK!! ! ! WHACK!! ! ! ! 

'Take that, girl!! Take that!! " the dominatrix screamed. She had lost her 
calm composure, the detached, methodical attribute that was absolutely 
essential to a good dominatrix. Otherwise, she was just an animal, just a 
lunatic rapist. 

"Stop it!! " Veronica snarled at her friend. You're killing my slave!! ! " 

Veronica grabbed the other dominatrix and held her back with a violent 
struggle. 

"Let go of me!! Let go of me!! " Claudia howled. 

Veronica slapped her viciously across the face. That brought her friend's 
high emotionalism down. Veronica smirked. She realized that she, herself, 
was the better dominatrix. She did not lose her cool. 

She thought that perhaps her friend, Claudia the dominatrix, was really a 
frustrated slave. With crazed behavior like that, where control was forsaken 
for the indulgence into brutal passions, her friend had no business playing 
the role of the dominatrix. 

Misty stared at the two Ladies. She gasped with relief that Veronica had 
intervened. Her body hurt her, but she felt little satisfaction. It had been 
a grueling ordeal, more like being whipped by a barbarian than being tamed 
and disciplined by a true dominatrix. . 

Veronica had misjudged her girlfriend. A long talk was in order. 

Claudia relaxed in her friend's arms. She realized that she had lost face, 
right under the eyes of a slave. She felt revolted with herself. She had 
begun the disciplinary session in good form, then fallen apart at the seams. 

Veronica whispered to Claudia, "Go." The leather-clad dominatrix left the 
room, glad to be away from there. She flushed red in her embarrassment. 

Veronica slapped the flail into her own palm and gazed up at Misty. "I'm 
almost sorry about that, slave!" she admitted. "My friend has not learned 
her craft well enough yet to be called a Lady." 

Misty quivered. Her flesh was red and stung like fire. But, fortunately, 
Veronica had stopped her just in time. No serious hurt had come to her. 

Veronica flung the flail to the floor and focused her gaze on the dildo that 
still was imbedded in the maid's cunt. The prick had half worked its way out 
of that maid's pussy through the beating and the subsequent time. 

The dominatrix reached up and grasped the cock. She pulled it slowly out of 
her slave's trembling cunt. She reached higher still and poked the rubber 
penis into her slave's lips. 

"Suck on it, slave!" she commanded. "Suck on this shaft. Taste your own 
pussy-juices. You servile wench, that's all that mouth of yours was meant 
for, sucking your own cunt juice off a rubber pop!! " 

Misty opened her mouth wide. The cockhead slipped in. She blew and sucked 
upon the rubber tip. She sank her teeth into it. She quivered with 
delightful humiliation when Veronica teased her by whispering, "Look at the 
hot bitch suck!! No man would give her his prick, so she sucks on rubber 
sticks!! You filthy vermin!! Suck on it!! Show me what a fool you are!! You 
don't know the difference between that and the real thing, do you!! You're 
just a stupid maid with a randy cunt!! ! " 

Misty experienced a terrific orgasm. That was exactly what she was ... a 
stupid maid with a desire to serve and pleasure her mistress. The hum-drum 
routine of her life, which she lived for, was broken up by times like these, 
when her fantastic dominatrix put spice into her existence. Her hot juices 
flowed out of her pussylips and down her pumping loins. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

A month of her friend, but she was glad to see her gone. She had become a 
draining influence on her, and preferred not to deal with that woman if she 
could at all avoid it. Claudia had changed. She had become too grasping. She 
could have used a dominatrix herself, that Claudia. It would have done her 
good. 

Veronica now boarded the plane. She was glad to be getting away from 
Vancouver Island for a while. She wanted to see if anything else existed 
besides that quaint and colorful town of Victoria. 

She'd left Misty in charge of Craigdarroch Castle. That maid may not have 
been the most aggressive woman, but she was at least very competent. 
Veronica trusted having her there to take care of the sprawling fairy-tale 
castle. 

The plane took off. It was one of those massive 747's. The lift-off was 
smooth, except for a slight bump on the rear wheels from a too rapid ascent. 

Veronica comforted herself in her vinyl chair. It would be a long flight. 
She was bound non-stop to Toronto. 

A stewardess walked up to her and asked her sweetly, "Would you like to see 
the movie, miss?" 

The Captain had announced the feature-film, but Veronica hadn't been paying 
attention. She smiled back at the flight attendant and asked, "What is 
playing?" 

"Time After Time," was the stewardess' reply. 

Veronica licked her lips. She loved the star of that film. She would have 
really loved to dominate his cute ass!! 

"Yes, thank you, I'd like to see the film." 

"That will be three dollars, miss," the stewardess replied. She handed 
Veronica the earphones. 

Veronica handed the stewardess three singles and took the proffered headset. 
She couldn't help but smile. She realized that she was paying three dollars 
for the two hour loan of ten cents worth of equipment. 

Veronica breathed out as the lights dimmed and the screen flickered on. She 
fidgeted in her seat. She knew why. Whenever she flew she got a really heady 
feeling. She always wanted to fuck when she got up in the air. Once she'd 
had that opportunity, when she flew up in an international playboy's private 
jet. That had really been an experience to remember. 

There had been no domination or submissiveness up there, only plain and pure 
fucking. Veronica had liked the change. Occasionally she fucked for the 
simple joy of screwing. But she never let the man whom she balled know that 
she was a dominatrix. That was not cool. That was against the rules. Only 
her slaves knew that she was a woman of leather, a Lady of the flailing 
whip. 

Veronica liked to dominate men and women for one simple reason. It made her 
feel secure in a topsy-turvy, upside-down world. She liked to feel in 
control, and when she had her whip in hand and her spiked boots on, she felt 
right-on, totally in charge. 

But when she'd consented to flying high with that playboy in his private 
jet, she had been looking for something else. She'd wanted to lose herself 
in the clouds, just to escape into the airy element. She'd wanted to free 
herself from the heavy responsibilities of her job and the rigors of the 
hustling business world. 

The playboy's name had been Mark. He'd been cute and handsome enough. He 
looked a lot like Malcolm McDowall, the film-star who she was so hot over. 
Mark was the kind of man who would appeal to almost any woman. His smile 
could melt the coldest heart. His touch could make the most frigid lady's 
pulse throb. 

When the jet took off he offered her a cocktail. Veronica smiled at that. 
She told him, mischievously, "Don't you mean to ask me if I want a cock up 
my tail?" 

That startled even the international playboy. He smirked at that one, even 
coughed in his surprise. His eyes brightened. "My God, Veronica, you don't 
beat around the bush. Do you? You come right out and say it like it is." 

Veronica stared him in the eyes and told him. "I know who you are. I know 
what you want. I know where you're coming from. Why should I play games? 
You're the playboy, not me. I just say and do as I please." 

Mark frowned at that. He had an English accent. "You don't think much of me, 
do you, Veronica? You really think that I'm just a cock, ready to screw any 
beautiful woman's holes." 

Veronica gave him a wry smile. "You compliment me. Do you really find me 
beautiful?" 

Mark stared at her probingly. "Your body, yes. But your mind and heart, I 
don't know ... " 

Veronica raised her eyebrows and turned her head coyly to the side. "Would 
you care to find out?" she asked him. 

The playboy said, "How, by fucking you?" 

"Isn't that the way you always do it, Mark?" Veronica asked her host. 

She smiled at him with her knowing smile. He smiled back. 

Mark smirked at her question. "Sometimes yes. Sometimes no. It all depends." 

Veronica asked him point-blank, "What is it that you want from me? Sex?" 

The playboy answered, "No not exactly. I'd really like some erotic 
affection." 

Veronica asked, "That's all the same, isn't it? A lay and some cool 
compliments passed around freely. You tell me that I was fantastic, that you 
liked my body. I tell you that your cock was super, and then I suck on it 
for desert. I've been on that trip, boy. It isn't real. It's the sugar 
without the meat.' 

"Then why are you here? 

"I want some sugar. I want to be fucked by your prick. I want to ease myself 
free of tensions. I want to forget the world up here in the sky." 

Veronica put her hand on the playboy's thighs and began to fondle him. 

Mark looked startled, confused. He boldly asserted, almost ludicrously, 
"God-damn it!! I want you to be my friend, Veronica!! Not just a hole!! 
Sure, I'm usually the cool woman-killer, the man with women hanging over his 
shoulders. But I really feel for them. Yea, it might only be skin-deep, 
superficial. But I do care. I respect them and expect them to like me!! " He 
brushed her hand violently off of his thighs. He breathed, The trouble with 
you, Veronica, is that you think I'm just a mindless sex-machine. I don't 
like that!! Forget the fucking! What do you want to drink?" 

Veronica groaned. She never wanted to have a man fuck her more than she 
wanted Mark to fuck her this instant. He'd caught her completely off guard. 
She was wonderfully astonished to find a real man with real feelings beneath 
that slick, sexy veneer. 

The randy lady shoved her face between the man's legs. Mark grasped her 
hair. He gave in. He stroked her hair , ran his fingernails lightly against 
her scalp. He moaned. Veronica showed her willingness to fuck him, the real 
man, and not just his slick image. That really turned him on. 

Marks penis began to grow inside of his pants. Veronica rubbed her cheek 
against the slacks' material. She swiftly yanked down the zipper. The 
semi-rigid cock popped out. That made her groan with excitement. 

Marks eyes popped out nearly when he saw what happened next. 

Veronica held the ever-hardening penis between the two first fingers of her 
right hand. She pressed her lips to the cockhead and kissed it gently. Mark 
loved that. She was the only woman that he'd ever known to show his prick 
such a gentle introduction to the head-giving. 

Veronica even surprised herself. She found herself doing everything opposite 
from her usual dominatrix trip. She was gentle instead of violent. It was a 
refreshing change, one that she truly needed. The only sexual trait that she 
found herself retaining on this jet-flight was her aggressiveness. She might 
have been warm and tender, but in her own inexorable way she attacked that 
cock, striving to make it hers. 

The hot penis hardened in her mouth. Veronica stroked her tongue around the 
base of the cockhead. She flecked her tongue into the comehole. That brought 
a long, sweet groan from her lover. 

She manipulated the shaft of his penis with her two fingers. Up and down she 
stroked the ramrod, while her lips sucked and blew upon the cockhead. Her 
other hand played with the fellow's huge, sweaty balls. 

"Oh, that feels so nice, baby!! " Mark moaned down to the seductress as she 
pushed her head up and down the tip of his cock. She was really getting him 
big and she was really getting him hot and hard. Mark felt silly. He felt 
that his praise sounded too pat, too cool. It sounded just like Veronica's 
criticism painted it. He groaned again, deeply. 

"I like your prick!" Veronica moaned up to him. "It really turns me on!! " 
She laughed to herself as she pushed her face back down on the throbbing 
penis once more. She had not told that line to a man for a long time. She'd 
been too busy yelling out things like, "Suck out my ass-hole, you foul 
turd!! " and "Fuck my cunt, you stinking stud!! " 

But this time it was pure, creamy-dreamy gentleness, as light and bright as 
the sun-pierced clouds that surrounded the plane in a vast aerial ocean. 

Veronica needed the release from her own dark passions, her own dominations 
of men and women. She'd been too caught up in it for the past months. She 
was so busy exploring the darker elements of sexuality that she'd forgotten 
that a lighter side existed. The problems of her slaves had begun to weigh 
her down. She was so busy releasing them of their guilt by binding them with 
chains that she'd imprisoned herself ironically in the shackles of sexual 
domination. 

Veronica breathed in deeply. She almost swooned from the sweet aroma of this 
man's cock and balls. They sweated out a moist, lovely fragrance. She buried 
her face and her hair on that prick and testicles. 

In and out, in and out, she plunged her face over the cock. The balls 
slapped her lips. She deep-throated that dick, murmuring all the while. It 
was great!! 

Mark breathed out deeply, "Let me strip you, baby!! I want to see all of 
you!! You-you are so beautiful!! " 

Veronica looked up and winked at her lover, the man whose penis she sucked. 
"OK, babes," she said, imitating the playboy's speech. "I'd like that." 

Mark pulled off her blouse. His fingers worked fast and efficently. He 
seemed to be a man with a lot of practice! 

He moaned when he caught sight of Veronica's knockers. She wasn't wearing 
any bra below her blue-satin top. His prick bounced up and down. His balls 
grew hotter. 

"Your tits!! They're as purple as plums!! " he exclaimed. "And they thrust 
up at a sharp angle!! I've never seen anything half so beautiful before, 
darling!! I thought that you were wearing a kinky bra under your blouse. I 
didn't imagine that those were your own boobies!! " 

Veronica chuckled, "Surprises! Surprises!! " She then went about helping her 
lover. She peeled down her fashionable, turquoise skirt. 

Mark couldn't resist. Even as Veronica slipped out of her skirt he walked on 
over and stroked those breasts and nipples that he found so ultimately 
attractive. He didn't try to hide his affection. He moaned out his pleasure. 

Veronica smiled at that. She hadn't heard a man moan like that at the touch 
of her breasts in many ages. Her slaves were not permitted to express their 
admiration so openly, and certainly not permitted to even caress her royal 
boobs. 

Mark's eyes brightened. "You're not wearing any undies, Veronica!! " 

Veronica couldn't believe that he'd said that. She'd thought that with the 
clique of gals that he ran around with, there must have been a lot of them 
with really lascivious tastes! 

Veronica smirked when Mark asked, "You're not going to take your boots off, 
Veronica?" 

"Wouldn't you rather that I kept them on?" she asked her lover. She really 
didn't want to take them off. You couldn't break totally free of the 
years-accumulated habits of sexual domination in just one fell swoop. She 
didn't want to break free. The boots were something that she could identify 
with, that projected her self-willed image. . 

Mark responded. "Yes. Please! I like leather!" he joked. 

Do you really? Veronica thought to herself. Well, we'll see someday, my 
pretty boy. Well see! 

Veronica tore her lover's shirt open. She caught herself as she ripped it 
off. She told herself that this time the sex was going to be straight, 
without the brutal domination that so frequently characterized her 
lovemaking. She slowed down. She began once more to treat and respect this 
Mark as a person. That even made it more exciting. She liked pricks with 
character!! 

Her own slaves had pricks and cunts with plenty of character, it was true. 
But that character was expressed with balls and chains and whips and moans 
and groans and suffering. This time she wanted to just see things without 
the murky shadows and the violent veneer. She wanted to fuck that cock for 
who he was. She wanted that prick to fuck her cunt for who she was!! 
Veronica yearned for this sex to be so creamy and dreamy. 

Veronica stripped her man till he was stark naked. Mark was not tall, but he 
was well-built. He looked as virile as any one of her hot-slave studs. What 
she loved most about him was his strong chin, his baby blue eyes, and his 
hairy, swelling chest. 

Mark pointed to the round bed in the center of the huge cabin. "Shall we?" 

"Yes, indeed!! " Veronica grinned. She led her man to the bed by his prick. 
Images of her own slaves treated like dogs flashed through her mind, but she 
tried to suppress those images. But they were very powerful and kept 
creeping in. She saw her slaves being led by their bridles and leashes like 
animals across her floor. 

The two lovers fell upon the bed, clasping one another passionately. Their 
lips pressed together. Mark groaned with delight as he felt Veronica's cool, 
red lips kiss his. It was exciting!! 

Veronica darted her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues flicked and flashed 
against each other. Mark groaned out in his intense ecstasy. Veronica 
reached down and grabbed and squeezed his cock. 

The lady pushed her face away from his and whispered into his ear, ' Fuck 
me, Mark, fuck me!! " Then she added, 'Please be gentle!" Veronica really 
wanted pure sweetness on this plane ride. She prayed that Mark could give it 
"o her. 

Mark thrust his pelvis nearer to the horny woman's dripping cunt. His 
prick's head, still wet with the vixen's spittle, pressed gently onto her 
quivering cunt lips. , Veronica sighed with pleasure. This was so different 
from having one of her male slaves ram his throbbing penis into her pussy at 
threats of castration. 

Mark practically purred like a kitten when Veronica reached down and grasped 
his hot shaft gently in her sweating palm. She twisted the penis around and 
around against her quivering quim. 

"Oh, Veronica!! Yes! I like that!! I love your cool, sweet hands!! " 

Veronica shivered with delight. She didn't often hear compliments like that. 
This Mark was a real lady's man. She knew right then that he wasn't cut out 
to be one of her slaves. This guy was into candlelight and romance, not the 
dungeons and horrors scene!! 

Veronica thrust her pussylips over Mark's cockhead. Mark's prick twitched 
passionately. It was truly aroused. 

Veronica groaned again. "Oh.Mark, fuck me please!! Fuck me with your prick!! 
" Mark heard and obeyed. You didn't have to be the slave of this dominatrix 
to obey a request like that. 

Veronica slapped her pussylips over the length of the man's cock. Mark poked 
his penis deeply into her cunt. He pressed it all the way down, until his 
balls gently slapped against her cunt lips. 

Veronica realized suddenly that there was no pain here. She was enjoying the 
prick's sliding into her, but wasn't feeling any of the wilder sensations 
that she felt when one of her slaves thrust his prick into her cunt. 

To compensate for the lack of sadism, to make this a wilder scene, Veronica 
increased her pelvic motions. She slapped and slammed her cunt onto that 
man's cock and balls. Mark got another surprise. He'd never actually been 
taken by a woman like this before. 

Veronica slipped into her dominatrix gear. A sudden flash told her that 
she'd never be free of playing the part of the dominatrix. It was her role 
in sex. 

She didn't insult the man, nor did she physically abuse him as she would 
have one of her slaves. Things weren't done sloppily like that. But there 
was something of the suggestion of dark, violent sex in her sudden movements 
and in her fierce kisses and wild embrace. Even when she just fucked, sexual 
domination poked its dreadful presence in and mastered her!! ! 

She forced Mark onto his back. He didn't resist. This was something new to 
him. It was like being taken by a wildcat, and that got his penis really 
throbbing!! 

Veronica stared down into the face of the romantic playboy. She loved the 
sexiness inherent in his features. 

Her pussy quivered. 

She pumped her quivering cunt up and down, over his throbbing erection. She 
groaned with joy as she felt the cockhead burying itself deeply into the wet 
folds of her vaginal flesh. 

The Lady manipulated his cock clockwise, by spinning her body around and 
around, riding halfways down the length of his prick. The prick was red-hot. 
She thought of the stick shift of a Ferrari. That was what this playboy's 
dick felt like. It was long and fast and had a big round knob for its head. 
The cock had a lot of power behind it. This Mark had one very powerful 
engine!! ! 

"I love the way that you fuck!! " Mark grinned back up at her. "You feel so 
good!! You're wild and wonderful, girl!! You're just fantastic!! " 

Veronica smirked. At least that playboy had no difficulty in remaining true 
to his role. His was an easy-enough role to fulfill. Picking up girls, 
flying them high, and balling out their pretty pink cunts was not overly 
demanding. 

But Veronica had conflicts within herself. She dominated most of the time. 
But that domination itself became a heavy burden. Sometimes she even thought 
that she sought to be dominated. She believed that she seeked out a man who 
could tame her evil streak, knock her down, and hump her ass. She knew that 
Mark the Playboy was not that man. He was a good fuck, but as far away from 
a domineering warlord as any fellow could have been, save for some closet 
queen. 

Veronica concentrated more on the sex. If she was doing it, she'd might as 
well enjoy it, she decided. She humped and she pumped on that man's cock. 
She moved her body in a way that threw the cock far back and far forwards. 
The weight of her flesh pressing down on that prick was really an arousing 
experience. Mark wept. The tears streamed out of his eyes. It was a 
physical, not an emotional, reaction. But it excited Veronica. She liked 
knowing that her cunt could do that to a man. There was the power-trip 
again. She just accepted her desires. 

In and out, in and out, that hot tip shuttled through her clasping pussy. 
Mark didn't just lie there passively, but fucked upwards with burning 
passion. His ears throbbed. His heart beat swiftly. He gasped and kicked 
out. He raised his legs higher. That enabled him to thrust more deeply into 
this beautiful lady's gorgeous hole. 

Veronica stared into the man's face and smiled while she fucked him. She 
said, "You've got a pretty prick, boy. You really know how to use it!! " 
Then she shut her eyelids and lifted her face upwards. She drew back her 
lips and clamped down her teeth. She was consumed with sexual ecstasy. That 
prick had finally gotten to her. The sheer physical sensation of that 
prick's mushroom-shaped knob slapping against her vaginal walls made her 
fluids drip. They cascaded in torrents over that crazy cock. Her legs pumped 
up and down. Her purple nipples arched skywards in her wild desire . ... 

Mark grinned from ear to ear. It pleasured him to know that the lady really 
liked it. He transferred that confidence, those good vibes, to his cock. It 
responded by leaping within the woman's cunt. 

Veronica slapped her cunt lips down hard on the playboy's hot balls. She 
rammed her whole body like a tremendous piston on his sexual center. That 
had the playboy in spasms. He reached out and clasped her breasts in a truly 
sensual way. He stroked her up-thrusting globes and pinched her nipples 
delicately as he opened his mouth wide and let out a passionate groan. 

Veronica reach down and pressed her index finger to her clit. That clit was 
hot and throbbing. This man had done something great for her. She pressed 
her sweating finger down gently on the clit and moved the fingertip around 
and around. 

That put Veronica into spasms. She humped and pumped herself up and down 
with more and more force. She slapped her cunt lips faster and faster, 
harder and harder against the lover's balls. Then she reached down and 
squeezed the root of his prick with her free hand's fingers. 

She pressed her blood-red fingernails lightly into the flesh of the penis. 
She knew how the lover would respond. The cock jerked crazily, then lost a 
degree of its steel hardness. Veronica removed her fingers. The cock leapt 
back up again, this time far more rigid than before. It was a special trick 
that she'd learned from years of practice. That made the hardest cocks even 
harder. The technique never failed. 

"Oh, you beautiful babe!! You sweet-pussied gal!! " the playboy groaned. "I 
love what you're doing to me!! I love it!! You're so super!! " 

Veronica heard what he was saying. He surely sounded like a playboy of the 
trade. Those were stock words of endearment, the only kind that this guy 
knew. Yet it thrilled her to know that under that plastic facade was a real 
flesh and blood man. She wondered how 

Mark would react to knowing that under her sophisticated facade were the 
dark and terrible passions of a dominatrix. 

That thrilled Veronica too. She loved fucking on the sly like this, hiding 
part of her real self from her lover. The man who fucked her didn't even 
know the cunt that he'd entered. She was probably as different from his 
conception of her as wild fire was from ice!! ! 

Veronica knew that the loverboy was going to come. She felt his hot prick 
stiffen inside of her cunt. The hot cock arched upwards. Its big head plowed 
against the reams of her vaginal flesh. Her cunt-juice dripped into his 
comehole, the comehole that was getting ready to spout its fiery load. 

The balls gave up their jism. The hot spunk flooded down the length of the 
cock. The already stiff, wide cock grew inside of her as it was pumped full 
of the creamy jism. 

Mark reached up and clasped himself tightly to Veronica's naked, sweating, 
red-hot flesh. She fell forwards on top of him. She slammed her cunt lips 
onto his penis, right down to his bouncing comesacks. 

"I'm coming, baby!! You lovely doll, I'm coming!! " Mark practically cried 
that out. He was absolutely consumed by the terrific fucking's vibrations. 

The cockhead bloated with the load of come. The white-hot geyser shot out of 
the tight comehole. 

Veronica gasped. She was consumed by the fabulous sensations of the spouting 
come. It fairly inundated her vagina. Spurt after spurt splattered into her 
quivering pussy. She buried her fingers in the man's hair. She yanked 
savagely upon that hair. She lifted up her crimson face and screamed, "Oh, 
you lover, I'm coming!! My cunt is spouting!! " 

Veronica lifted herself suddenly off of the prick. The cock spouted a funnel 
of white spray onto her throbbing clit. The sensation Was divine. She 
collapsed onto her lover's writhing bulk. She sank her fingernails into his 
flesh. Her bosom trembled. Her tits poked into his flesh. They were as hard 
as metal. Veronica's white body was now a scarlet color, with a sheen of hot 
sweat covering the hot redness. 

Mark grasped his prick and pressed its still-spouting length against the 
lady's pussylips. The sensations that coursed up and down through his veins, 
through his sizzling flesh were incredible. He could not stop gasping, could 
not control his wild and heavy breathing. The sweat dripped from his pores 
in a hot rain. Their hot sweat mixed together as their red-hot bodies 
clasped. 

Mark sank his hands onto the firm flesh of 

Veronica's bosom once more while the still-aroused lady prolonged her erotic 
pleasure by clasping his hard balls. 

Veronica brought herself back to the present. She watched the Jack the 
Ripper sequence with great interest. She didn't like the death and 
mutilation, but the forbiddenness, the dark passions underlying the Ripper's 
actions, turned her on. She fondled her clit. There was a blanket on her lap 
and she was nearest the window and the lights were low. The fellow next to 
her was deeply immersed in the movie. She had little fear of being caught. 

Veronica took a personal fascination in the Ripper's tools. She liked those 
instruments of torture. She, of course, would never actually use such 
weapons on her own slaves, but she surely wouldn't hesitate at threatening 
them with those instruments. 

The 747 flight would be in Toronto in another four hours. There Veronica 
would take a limousine to her sister's house. She'd wanted to visit Tamar 
for a long time. Now was her chance. It was spring and she had the urge to 
be on the move. With her established income and her life-style she had the 
freedom to come and go as she pleased. Toronto was not a bad place to spend 
some time. 

Veronica licked her lips thirstily when she thought of Tamar's and her 
husband Scott's daughter, Thalia. She'd recently seen a video tape of the 
girl, and she was a real living dream. 

Veronica and her family kept in touch through video-tapes. It was personal 
and it was exciting. Veronica and her well-to-do relatives could well-afford 
the luxury. 

Thalia was now sweet sixteen. She was quite an angel. She had red hair and 
skin as white as snow. Her eyes were a blue so deep that they looked black. 

Veronica had seen Thalia five years ago in person. She had been just a 
little girl of eleven back then. But now she was a blossoming woman. 
Veronica wondered if she dared fool around with that innocent young lady. 
She had brought some of her instruments of domination just in case. She knew 
that her brother-in-law Scott would kill her if he ever found out. But being 
the dominatrix had finally become an all-consuming passion for Veronica. 
Once she'd opened herself up to those violently erotic vibrations and tapped 
the bottomless reservoir of dark, dread energies that swelled in the pits of 
her mind, she could not turn that current off. 

Every new domination session just increased her obsession for the dark world 
of the dominatrix. She was addicted to her own cruel role of the ferocious 
woman, the torturer-redeemer! 

Tamar and her husband Scott were fairly straight. They didn't do the more 
far-out stuff as far as Veronica knew. But the very sight of Thalia on that 
video tape had made Veronica s pussy dripping wet. 

Thalia looked like the most innocent creature ever born on this earth. She 
was at an early age, where she could be highly receptive to new ideas, new 
ways. Veronica really wanted to introduce her to some of the kinkier 
variations of sex. She wanted to show that little darling what reality was 
all about. 

Veronica had packed into her suitcase a whip and leather thongs for binding 
the wrists and binding the feet. She'd brought along a collar for the neck 
and a hard rubber paddle as well, for beating the young girl's ass. There 
was a dildo and an anal-intruding device, as well as her black leather 
outfit and its high-heeled boots, of course. 

She packed all that into a separate suitcase. She only prayed that her 
sister and her husband would not be too inquisitive. She knew them fairly 
well, and knew that usually they respected others' privacy. 

Veronica's pussy quivered. She smirked mischievously. She liked the whole 
outrageousness of going through with her plans. She realized the dangers, 
and was right on the verge of accepting them. She still had to develop a 
plan. But she couldn't really do that until she got there. She'd have to 
snoop into every square inch of the house and discover the perfect chamber 
for carrying out her dark designs on that young angel. 

Time schedules would be of the utmost importance. She could not afford to 
get caught, and would not even contemplate risking it. She wanted to take 
the young woman at her own leisure, with the minimal risks. Sexual 
domination was not something that you threw upon a novice on the spur of the 
moment. It took hours of contemplation and a careful adaptation to each and 
every slave's needs. 

Many of Veronica's closest friends were into the domination trip. Many of 
those women were professional dominatrixes. Veronica had already listened to 
a thousand stories from those paid dominatrixes of how they all made their 
first acquaintances with their prospective slaves. It was all done in a very 
business-like manner, not handled at all differently from an interview with 
a therapist, or even an audition for a film-role. 

The would-be slave would meet with the dominatrix at the designated place 
and time. She would ask him many personal, very perceptive questions that 
would reveal to her just where he was coming from, where he was at, and 
where, of course, he might be going to. That was of the ultimate importance. 

No dominatrix, even the best, could play guessing games. If the Lady didn't 
know her clientele, then she was not worth the suit of leather that she 
wore. And that was no exaggeration. 

A dominatrix had to know why, in explicit detail, a man wanted to be her 
slave. She had to know whether he was single, or whether he was happy, what 
kind of job he held, what his recreations and pastimes were. 

Sometimes, rather frequently, in fact, a dominatrix had to turn a man down 
because he was unacceptable as a slave. Not every fellow or every lady was 
the right material for a dominatrix to work with. If the person was overly 
hostile, then he or she was too hot, too dangerous, to handle. Some men 
pretended to want domination, but resented it when it was offered them. They 
fought right up to the very end. Little pleasure or understanding could be 
exchanged between the dominatrix and her slave when the slave responded like 
that. 

Veronica stroked her pussy some more. The combined effect of watching her 
sexy hero on the screen and the dark and lascivious thoughts that coursed 
relentlessly through her mind made her tremendously excited. She thirsted 
for the feelings of flesh against her throbbing clit and burning pussy. Her 
fingers would serve the purpose well-enough right now. 

Veronica made absolutely certain that the fellow, a greying man in his late 
fifties was paying attention to the screen. She checked the blanket upon her 
lap and the movement of the flight attendants. The sheer naughtiness of the 
situation thrilled her powerfully. She wished to just bury her hands up her 
running cunt and pleasure herself. Maybe she didn't have the whole cabin to 
herself as she once had, and maybe, she didn't have that playboy's cock, but 
none of that was really needed. Her own sweating, eager hands were good 
enough, if not even better. There were those times when Veronica could 
pleasure herself better than any man or woman could satisfy her. 

Veronica manipulated her fingers around and around. She forced them over the 
lip of her sexy black silken panties which felt so wonderfully sensuous 
against her flesh. 

The lady pressed her index finger down upon her clit in a teasing way. She 
closed her eyes and started to watch the fireworks fly. When Veronica was 
really aroused it didn't take all that much to get her off. A slight touch 
here and a caress there could make her writhe in spasms. 

Of course, on this airline flight, she could not writhe as freely as she 
might have liked. She tried very hard not to squirm. Even the old fellow 
sitting next to her might notice if she started to shake and quake and moan 
and groan. On Canadian Airlines such behavior was not considered civilized. 

She looked through the corner of her eye. The fellow was grinning from ear 
to ear, really digging on the film. He was oblivious to the reality about 
him. He existed totally and thoroughly on that silver cinematic screen. 

A flight attendant walking down the aisle from behind saw Veronica moving 
about a little too quickly. She leaned over and whispered into her ear. "Is 
everything all right, Miss?" 

Veronica was startled, but didn't dare show it. She merely nodded her head 
up and down as though to say yes. She told the flight attendant, "Yes, thank 
you, I was just trying to get comfortable." Luckily for her she had avoided 
outright embarrassment by swiftly withdrawing her fingers from her clit and 
her cunt and placing them innocently upon the outer side of the blanket, on 
her lap. She folded her hands. 

The stewardess smiled and asked warmly, 'May I get you another blanket, 
Miss? ' 

Veronica shook her head. "No. But thank you, anyway." 

"How about another pillow?" the girl asked her. "It would really be no 
trouble at all, I assure you." 

Veronica didn't care if it was all the trouble in the world to that young 
lady. She just wanted to be left alone. Even the old buzzard next to her was 
looking her way and frowning. He didn't like the disturbance. 

Veronica just shook her head and pursed her lips. The flight attendant at 
last got the message. She gave Veronica another warm smile and strutted off 
down the aisle. 

The movie was reaching its climax. Veronica decided that it was time for her 
to reach hers as well . ... 

She didn t give a shit if the old fellow next to her caught on. She just 
wanted to come. She yearned to satisfy her incredibly strong sexual urge. 
Nothing short of a complete orgasm would do. 

The lady quaked. Her fingers really clicked on her cunt and her clit. Her 
pussy trembled all over in a chaotic way. She was knocking herself out like 
few lovers could pleasure a lady. 

She felt herself about to come. Her pussy trembled. Her clit throbbed. Her 
face flushed a brilliant red. She experienced a delightful rapture from head 
to toe. 

She let out a small sigh as her pussy let its load of female comejuices drip 
down into her sexy black silken panties and down her legs. 

The fellow next to her still had his earphones on, his eyes glued to the 
movie-screen. He knew nothing of what she was feeling. 

Veronica tried hard not to kick out at the chair in front of her. The spasms 
that racked her body were absolutely terrific. She quivered all over. She 
bit down upon her tongue. She bit down until it really hurt. That was the 
only thing that could keep her from going out of control as this frantic 
ecstasy overwhelmed her. 

Veronica raised her fingers to her nose and sniffed her own pussyjuices. 
They were sweeter and nicer than any perfume. She put her fingertips to her 
tongue. The pussyjuices tasted just like expensive candy. 

Soon the plane would land in Toronto. Soon the dominatrix would have a 
chance, if she were brave and crazy enough, to taste another woman's sweet 
pussyjuices, her very own niece's. 

Veronica leaned back in her seat and stretched out, happy to be alive on 
this wonderful day in May, truly joyful!! ! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Veronica stepped into the home of her in-laws. 

Tamar! ' Veronica gasped. 'You're looking so grand!! " 

Tamar smiled as her far more outwardly going sister kissed her on the 
cheeks. She liked her sister plenty. She was glad that Veronica knew how to 
express both their love for one another. 

Scott stood there on the side. He was the perfect image of the gentleman. 
Scott was tall and proud. He always kept a rigid face, and when he smiled 
his lips hardly moved. Right now he was smiling. Veronica sensed that he 
welcomed her visit. He'd never showed much enthusiasm in the past when she 
came over, but then again Scott showed hardly any enthusiasm over anything. 

Veronica clasped Scott in her arms. She kissed him, intentionally pressing 
her lips up to his. She knew that that would tease him, that it would 
embarrass him. She liked that. The next best thing to outright dominating 
men was making them blush. 

Scott mumbled, "It's nice to have you over, Veronica. Always good to see 
you." 

Veronica murmured, "It's nice to visit all of you nice people, Scott.' Then 
she focused her attention on her niece, the gorgeous Thalia. 

Thalia rushed forwards to embrace her Aunt Veronica. She was a passionate, 
emotionally-charged child, and could dance and sing like a Nature spirit. 
Veronica clasped her in her arms with a warm embrace. She kissed her niece 
upon the cheeks. Her fingertips grazed gently, tenderly over the young 
woman's breasts, in a very innocent, unremarkable way, of course. After all, 
Thalia's parents were right there, watching. 

Thalia spoke, "Veronica, I haven't seen you in five years! It's so 
wonderful, your coming here!" 

That was true. Veronica had not seen her niece in the flesh for fully half a 
decade. But she had spoken with her frequently over the phone, and she had 
communicated with her on the mailed video tapes. But seeing her in person 
was different. Veronica shivered with naughty anticipation. She thought of 
what she wanted to do with that darling angel. She had all her tools of the 
trade right there in her leather luggage-bag, waiting to be used. 

Veronica smiled at her beautiful niece and responded, 'You've grown so, my 
darling Thalia!! You've become quite the young woman." 

It didn't require any supernatural perception to see that. Thalia was a 
ravishing beauty by any man's or any woman's standards. Her words 
practically dripped with honey when she spoke. She moved like the wind, or 
the running water. Her cheeks were as pink as ripened peaches. Her breasts 
looked as firm and big and juicy as melons. 

Veronica thrilled as she stared down at her niece's breasts. She licked her 
lips as her mouth began to water. She could taste the nectar of crushed 
apples and dripping pears. She was sure that that young lady's sweat would 
taste that sweet and wonderful! 

Veronica made up her mind right then and there that she wanted that girl, 
whatever the risks, whatever the costs. She hadn't been decided on the 
flight over the two thousand miles of terrain that separated Vancouver 
Island from Toronto, Ontario. But the sight of that gorgeous wonder named 
Thalia instantly gave her direction. There was no way that she could keep 
her hands off that sweetheart!! ! 

Tamar and her husband Scott were out of the house. They both had important 
investment dealings to take care of in the city. Tamar had asked Veronica if 
she minded staying home alone with Thalia for the day. Veronica had smiled 
and shook her head. 'Mind it?" the redhead chuckled. 'I've been looking 
forward to such a chance. I'd really like to get to know my niece better!! " 

Veronica had spoken the truth, but Tamar and Scott could not have guessed 
how far that truth went. Veronica wanted more that sweet socializing when it 
came to that sixteen-year-old beauty. Veronica wanted her in the total sense 
of the word, DESIRE!! 

Veronica and Thalia played in the rec room together. Veronica slammed the 
ball off the wall while her niece slammed it back. It was marvelously 
invigorating exercise. Both women panted loudly. The sweat poured down their 
faces. Their skin glowed crimson. 

Veronica slammed the rubber ball with her palm against the hard, flat wall 
with a sudden, swift movement. Thalia leaped to whack the ball, but was not 
quick enough. She flung her whole body forward. She crashed to the floor. 

Veronica threw herself forwards. She crouched to the floor. She took her 
fallen niece into her arms. She lifted up Thalia's face and gazed into her 
eyes Instinctively, she pressed her sweat-dripping red-painted lips to her 
niece's 

Thalia returned her kiss. She gasped out of shock and the need for air even 
as they kissed. Veronica clasped the young woman in her arms and stroked her 
around the bosom. Finally, when Veronica drew her face away and looked back 
down into her niece's eyes, Thalia smiled nervously and asked, "What does it 
mean?" 

Veronica chuckled, "It means whatever you want it to. Just as every kiss 
you've ever gotten, and just as every kiss you'll ever give or receive." 

Thalia flushed, then asked, lowering her eyes, "Can we do it again, Aunt 
Veronica? I like it." 

Veronica's heart thrilled. She hadn't guessed that her niece was half as 
receptive as this. If she could steal kisses from the young beauty so 
easily, perhaps she could steal more than that . ... 

Veronica pressed her face to Thalia's once more. This time she ran her lips 
up and down and across the young lady's pink, hot cheeks. Then their lips 
met once more. Veronica darted her tongue into her niece's mouth. She 
stabbed at Thalia's tongue. The niece groaned. She loved it. 

Veronica withdrew her tongue and lips, then whispered to her precious niece, 
"Would you like me to teach you a wonderful game, Thalia? It s like this, 
only far more fun!! " 

Thalia nodded her head. She placed her hand upon Veronica's arm. She stroked 
the older woman's hot skin. Veronica let out a moan of delight. She inhaled 
deeply. Her niece was wearing a powerful, marvelous perfume that gave off 
the scent of lilacs. Mixing with the young woman's hot sweat, the 
lilac-aroma became something fantastically sexual. 

Veronica's pussy quivered. The warm cunt-juices sprayed around within her 
passionately gyrating vagina . ... 

Veronica stood upon the purple and red carpet of the lavishly decorated 
parlor. She had attired herself in her very erotic leather outfit. She 
trembled with her wild anticipation, but remained cool on the outside. That 
was the role of the dominatrix, to burn like fire inside, but to act as cold 
as ice, until the whipping and heavy abuse started . ... 

The dominatrix had not been half as excited as this since the day she'd 
called all her male and female slaves over for a fantastic orgy. Misty had 
been her whip and weapons-bearer. 

Three dozen men and women slaves had performed in those wild, whip-cracking 
revels. Veronica had excelled herself that time. 

"Piss, you slutty bitches!! " she'd screamed to her female slaves. "Piss 
your hot, stinking golden showers over those lousy. Mother-fucking 
bastards!! ! " 

The females crouched over their male slave-lovers' chests and let loose 
their hot loads of piss. The males shrieked out their ferocious protests. 
Veronica's whip descended. The great, hard, and long bullwhip cracked 
against the sizzling flesh of those leather-bound, piss-covered males. 

Then Veronica ordered Misty to help her untie the male slaves, who were put 
to the task of binding the female slaves to the cold, dungeon walls. The 
males attacked their female lovers with a passion. The stinking piss on 
their chests gave them all the incentive they needed. 

Their pricks throbbed big and hard. When Veronica commanded, 'Fuck the 
bitch-slaves up the mouth!! " those male slaves did their duty. They slammed 
their hot pricks right down to the balls into the mouths of the squirming, 
leather-bound women. 

When a male slave was not being brutal or dirty enough, Veronica cracked him 
against the back or on his ass-cheeks. That got him going. Those girls got 
their mouths fucked with the meanest and wildest cocks they'd ever tasted. 

Those bound strumpets choked on the hot, creamy torrents of come that 
flooded down their throats. The males slapped their balls cruelly into the 
women's faces. They made the girl slave's gag on their burning meatpoles 
that sprouted endless supplies of red-hot raging come. 

But this time the excitement was of a different nature, Veronica thought to 
herself. She was not dealing with squirming, masses of cocks and cunts. This 
was not going to be a ballet of whipped flesh and demonic fury. 

She intended to initiate a real person, a virgin woman, into the art of 
sexual dominance. Thalia was sweet and innocent enough to make the ideal 
slave. Veronica had detected those tell-tale signs that told her that Thalia 
was cut-out for the slave-trip. Innocence and beauty of her degree yearned, 
craved to be degraded and polluted with the searing flashes of leather whips 
and the storms of blasting insults. Yes! She'd put this darling niece of 
hers on the right track. She'd give her the ideal introduction into the dark 
arts of sexual domination. 

'Come in, Thalia! ' Veronica snapped. Her voice only hinted at the evil, 
wild intensity that it could reach. It was not yet time to throw the 
full-brunt of her black powers at the girl. Thalia had to be lured by 
degrees into her role as an obedient slave . ... 

The sixteen-year-old entered. She wore a loose white gown, with nothing 
under it except her luscious body. Veronica stared at the young woman's 
gorgeous build. She licked her lips passionately. It took all the restraint 
within her not to crack that leather whip that she held and howl out her 
impassioned insults. 

'Get on your knees, Thalia!" Veronica barked. She pointed to the floor. 

Thalia chuckled. "That's silly! What a weird game this is, Veronica!! " 

Veronica lashed out with her whip. She aimed very carefully. Only the last 
inch of the striking leather touched her niece. It flicked the girl right on 
the right nipple. Thalia roared out with surprise and pain. She clasped her 
breast and fell to the floor. She started to wail out her tears. 

"Aunt Veronica!! What's wrong with you!! You said this was for fun!! You 
hurt me!! My tit!! My tit!! It's in pain!! " Thalia got more than she'd 
bargained for. The virgin beauty didn't yet know that the domination scene 
was not a game, but was reality. 

Veronica dropped her whip and rushed over towards the fallen girl, who 
clasped her arms about her own body in a protective embrace. The girl 
trembled all over, and that excited Veronica. Her own slave, Misty, had 
grown too tolerant to the fear and the pain. Breaking in a new, virgin slave 
was something special! 

She grasped Thalia viciously by the hair. She rugged upon it violently. 
Maybe not as violently as she would have done with one of her own 
battle-hardened slaves, but hard enough to make the girl gasp and writhe in 
terror. 

Take off your dress, Thalia!! " Veronica demanded. '! want to see some 
skin!! Hurry up, lady! Or I'll beat you with the whip some more!! " 

Thalia looked up into the sneering, vicious face of her tormenter and 
wailed, "No!! I won't!! Leave me alone!! I've had enough of this, Veronica!! 
Let me go, or I'll tell my parents!! " 

Veronica knew that the girl was only protesting because of the way she had 
been brought up, the way she had been taught to react to aggressiveness. Had 
she felt that her niece really meant what she wailed, she would have stopped 
and done no more. But Veronica sincerely believed that Thalia wanted to be 
beaten and insulted and subjugated. There was a sassiness to that young 
woman's voice, a sassiness that yearned to be subjugated. 

'So you ll tell your Mom and Dad, will you now, you little bitch!! ' 
Veronica had been tempted to call her niece a cunt, but thought that it was 
still to early to start bombarding the girl with the heavy-fire verbal 
abuse. 

Veronica tore the child's white dress off her back. She prayed that it was 
not one of the girl's better dresses, simply because she didn't want her 
sister and brother-in-law to take notice. 

The leather-garbed dominatrix ripped a fragment of the dress off and tied it 
vigorously around the girl's shouting mouth. "NO! NO!! NO!! ! " Thalia had 
protested until her mouth was filled with the tightly wrapped fabric. 

Veronica smirked. "Fuck! You do look like the hot young bitch!! " The 
dominatrix reached down and pushed the teenager on her back. 

"Here's some leather for you!! " Veronica snarled. She'd already flung the 
leather thongs to the floor before Thalia made her entrance. Veronica had 
intended it all to work out this way. She'd expected the girl to stop where 
she d stopped, to protest and give her sassy replies. Veronica had already 
gauged her own reactions to the novice slave. Nothing was a surprise to the 
dominatrix. She had seen too much, dominated too many slaves already, to be 
astounded at anything! 

The dominatrix wrapped the leather thongs around the teenager wrists. Thalia 
struggled. She groaned and she kicked and tried to flail her arms. But 
Veronica suppressed her with the weight of her leather-clad body. She forced 
the woman to the ground. She pressed her sharp boot's high-heel against the 
girl's ass-cheeks in a very threatening way. Thalia slowly began to give in. 
Veronica had acted fast enough, and hard enough. She d knocked the wind out 
of the surprised young lady. 

Next, Veronica attacked the young woman's legs. She gripped the other set of 
black leather thongs and tightened them around the woman s calves. 

Thalia whimpered. She shook from head to toe with her fright. She hadn't 
even remotely suspected that Veronica's ' game' was going to be like this. 
This surely was light-years apart from the kissing that they'd done before. 

Veronica jerked testingly on the leg-strap. It held. She smiled with 
self-pride. She then leaned over and yanked Thalia's head up by her long red 
hair. She purred dangerously into her ear, "OK, you hot slut!! Now's the 
time for you to learn the proper manners of a slave. 

"Rule Number One is that you grovel at you Mistress feet! That means grovel, 
grovel now you filthy, God-forsaken bitch!! Crawl across the floor like the 
worm you are!! Wriggle on over to the couch!! 

"And remember!! If you stop, or try anything unbecoming, this is what I'll 
give you!! " Veronica jabbed the sharp point of her high-heel a full inch 
into Thalia's ass-hole. The girl squirmed. She would have shrieked out in 
pain and anger, but the gag that covered her mouth made that impossible. She 
could only suffer. She could only endure the abuse that the dominatrix, her 
alluring, sweet-mannered, Aunt Veronica, was giving her. 

"You grovel!! I said, move!! Start squirming on over to that couch, or I'll 
poke my fucking boot right up your shithole, girl!! ! " 

Thalia had never heard such foul, evil language before, not even when her 
parents quarreled in the most heated disputes. This was something new and 
terrifying to her. And yet, in a strange and indescribable way, she liked 
it. She found herself beginning to enjoy the slurs and the pain and the 
ultimate abuse. She felt herself succumbing to the spell of her Aunt, 
sinking under Veronica's terrible magnetism. It were as if her aunt had 
practiced a spell of black magic upon her, had given her the snake-eyes. 

Thalia squirmed across the floor. Her flesh was worn raw against the carpet. 

Veronica snickered at that. She knew slaves back on Vancouver Island who did 
the same, only on a cold, hard dungeon floor, in the darkness that was 
infested by the terrors of the imagination. 

Thalia tried to scream, but she could not. She choked on the rag that bound 
her mouth. Veronica cracked her on the ass with her hard, rubber paddle. The 
girl trembled from the searing waves of pain. She bucked herself forwards. 
She dreaded when the paddle would fall again. 

The dominatrix was pleased. This introduction was progressing rather 
smoothly. Few beginning slaves squirmed as well as Thalia. Thalia moved 
along with the best of them. 

Veronica whacked down her paddle again. The hard flat rubber smacked the 
teenage slave hard on the buttocks. Thalia fell forwards, squirming in her 
pain and fear. 

Veronica hadn't struck her slave for any reason, save for her own erotic 
pleasure. The dominatrix fondled her pussy. The juices dripped from her pink 
cunt lips, and ran up the length of her fingers. She groaned. "Oh you 
fucking beauty!! You shall become my favorite slave!! " 

That was a very unusual comment for a dominatrix to make towards a slave, 
especially in the dominating act. But she couldn't help herself. Thalia was 
unique among the slaves who she'd dominated. Thalia was both a hot slut and 
a creamy-dreamy angel to that erotically-possessed Veronica. She both wanted 
to whack the living daylights out of her sassy ass and kiss that woman 
passionately upon the lips as her lover. Of course, the two did not go 
together. The contradiction was tearing her apart! 

Veronica made the only choice that a true dominatrix could have. She whacked 
the forwards-squirming slave once again upon the ass-cheeks with her paddle. 
This time she struck much harder than before. The girl's face turned from 
sweaty white to feverish red. Thalia shivered devilishly, under the infernal 
torment that Veronica was applying. 

The dominatrix howled, 'You're a slave, and that's all you will ever be!! 
You re nothing but meat to beat!! ! " 

Veronica acted outrageously. She brought down the paddle again in a rapid 
succession of ass-beating whacks. Thalia felt each one of those stinging 
strokes. She shivered. Infuriated, outraged by this sixteen-year-old 
beauty's charms!! What right did she have to outshine her Mistress, the 
ravishing Veronica?! 

"Move it, slave!! Get your sweet ass to the couch!! Crawl, crawl across the 
dirt like the foul serpent that you are!! ! " 

Thalia reached the couch. Veronica crouched down and lifted the girl up by 
her boobs and her wrist-strap. She forced her head onto the couch's 
cushions, leaving her legs draping over the couch. 

Veronica snickered as she swiftly reached out for her dildo. This darling, 
innocent virgin slave was not going to be a virgin for much longer!! 
Veronica had decided that it was high time for Thalia to lose her virginity. 
Her dominatrix cock was as good a prick as any to break her cherry, if not 
the best!! 

The dominatrix leaned over. She pressed her black leather-clad body tightly 
to the naked slave's sweaty, raw, and quivering flesh. She whispered harshly 
into the girl's ear, ' I'M GOING TO BUST YOUR CHERRY, SLAVE!! NONE OF MY 
SLAVES IS A VIRGIN!! YOU'RE A HOT SLUT, THALIA, AND I WANT YOU TO FEEL LIKE 
ONE!! ! "' 

Veronica held back at the last instant, just as she was pressing the 
cockhead into her niece's quivering cunt lips. She put the dildo down and 
unbound the cloth that rendered her niece dumb. The teenager gasped for air 
and with relief when her make-shift mouth-strap was removed. 

Veronica asked the young woman point-blank, laying her arm on the sweaty 
shoulders of the well-developed female, "Do you want it to happen, Thalia? 
Do you want me to make you a woman?' 

Thalia shook her head up and down. The perspiration ran down her red cheeks. 
Her eyes opened wide. She gasped, "Yes, Veronica, yes!! I want you too!! 
Press the prick into me, oh, please!! Please do it!! I'll do anything you 
ask of me!! I promise!! Just, please, push it into me!" 

Veronica trembled with exultation. She'd come very far already. The 
dominatrix stroked her niece's hair, half-affectionately, and murmured, 
"Good slave. But you must beg for it, as all slaves must beg for their 
pleasure. 

"I want to hear you say, 'FUCK ME, MY LADY! FUCK ME, PLEASE!! I AM YOUR 
OBEDIENT SLAVE!! I WILL LICK YOUR BOOTS OFF!! I WILL KISS YOUR ASS WHEN YOU 
BEAT ME WITH YOUR WHIP!! I WILL BATHE IN YOUR GOLDEN SHOWERS WHEN YOU DEMAND 
IT, MY MISTRESS!! " 

Thalia groaned out the words she was expected to repeat. Veronica readied 
the dildo with one hand, while with her left hand she stroked her own pussy 
in a wild, impassioned way. Her cunt quivered. Her clit went mad with 
delight.'. ' Veronica was in the mood to fuck!! Her blood boiled over with 
eroticism!! 

When the last words were spoken, " . . BEAT ME WITH YOUR WHIP!! I WILL BATHE 
IN YOUR GOLDEN SHOWERS WHEN YOU DEMAND IT, MY MISTRESS!! " Veronica could 
hold herself back no longer. She grasped the dildo in both her 
passion-charged hands and pressed it firmly into her pussylips. 

Veronica quivered as she pressed the dildo in deeper and deeper into her 
newly-discovered slave's palpitating cunt. 

Thalia trembled wildly, but the leather thongs that held her wrists and her 
ankles kept her from flailing out in her passion. She started to cry as the 
hard, huge penis-shaped dildo's bulbous scarlet cockhead pressed up firmly 
against her cherry, a cherry that had never known the ramming of a man's hot 
prick. 

Thalia murmured out, 'Oh, Veronica!! Oh, you're hurting me!! ! " 

Veronica smirked, then whispered into the girl's sweat-immersed ear, "Of 
course, it hurts, you hot young bitch!! But soon it will feel good!! I 
promise you!! Just as I shall give you pain when you are a bad slave, I 
shall reward you with pleasure when you are an obedient slave!! ! " 

It was not difficult for the penis-shaped ramrod to break down that cherry. 
The hymen tore with a muffled pop as the dildo burst through. The angle at 
which the slave girl was perched allowed the rubber prick to enter deeply 
into her with the minimum difficulty. 

Thalia's pussylips clasped vigorously against the shaft that the dominatrix 
manipulated slowly up and down, in and out, of the lovehole. The teenage 
hussy pressed her face into the cushions of the couch and buried it there. 
She didn't want even her "Lady" to see the wild pleasure that she was now 
experiencing! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Finally, Veronica returned to grand Craigdarroch Castle in Victoria, on her 
beloved Vancouver Island. She left her sister Tamar's house feeling like a 
changed woman. She learned a new aspect of playing the dominatrix. Never in 
the past had she truly loved one of her slaves. At the most she might have 
liked a choice slave, like her obedient Misty. But with Thalia, it had been 
love at first sight. 

Veronica had had the opportunity to carry out her cruel lovegames with the 
once-innocent Thalia on two other occasions before she made her departure. 
The domiriatrix had decided that it would have been pressing her luck to 
carry on the relationship with Thalia right under her parents' noses. 

But once Thalia came of age, the teenager had promised, she would come and 
live in the vast, golden-trimmed halls of Craigdarroch. Veronica let her 
know in no uncertain way that there would always be a place for her there. 

The sun felt warm on the naked flesh of her arms. Veronica strolled through 
the colorful gardens of Craigdarroch, gardens that rivaled even the Buschart 
Gardens outside of the city. The flowers were golden and scarlet, blue and 
purple. Veronica caressed a crimson rose. She breathed in deeply. The 
fragrance was intoxicating. 

Misty strolled down the cloistered path. Veronica saw her from the corner of 
her eye. Nothing could go past that Lady. She was eternally observant. 

"Misty!! " Veronica snapped. The maid froze. She looked towards her 
Mistress. 

'Yes, my Lady,' Misty answered. She gave a curt bow to her Mistress. 

These flowers, they're beginning to dry? Why didn't you water them this 
morning like I told you to, before the sun rose high?" 

Misty defended herself in her low, sweet voice, 'But I did, my Lady. I made 
certain to water them. Ever since the gardener has gone on vacation, I've 
treated these flowers like my very own! ' 

"Like your very own! ' Veronica snapped. "You importune hussy! ' She glared 
at her slave maid. "Come over here, Misty!! Come over here and repeat those 
words!! Let's see how brave you are up close, bitch!! ! , . " 

Misty quailed with delicious pangs of fear and desire. She knew that her 
Lady's ire was up. There was no way to escape it. Veronica was going to give 
her a vigorous spanking!! ! 

Veronica glared wickedly at her maid slave. The girl had done nothing wrong. 
But Veronica needed a whipping-post. She was burning with the first pangs of 
the terrible frustration that would increase in the days to come. It would 
be living Hell having to wait those two long years for her beloved niece 
Thalia to mature. Slaves were not that hard to come by, even the better 
ones, compared to the nearly insurmountable hazards of incestuous sexual 
domination. No one, not even this lovely, lusciously obedient maid of hers, 
remotely turned her on as her very own niece had. She almost cursed herself 
for ever having made that trip to Toronto. Had she never gone, she would not 
have tasted of that forbidden fruit. She would not now know what it meant to 
be without one's true love. 

Veronica at least clung cherishingly to the belief that her darling 
slave-niece Thalia would not forget her, would wait those two years 
patiently and secretively, and then come to Craigdarroch to spend many long 
years of dominated, submissive bliss. She knew that she could not live 
without that belief. She even know, only two days after her last dominatrix 
session with the slave niece, yearned to beat those sweet white buttocks of 
her Thalia pink with her black leather whip and hard rubber paddle!! 

But Misty was here for the taking. She would have to serve Veronica's 
devilish pleasures. She would have to give the dominatrix the joys of this 
dark love that they indulged in. 

Misty approached her Mistress. She fell to her knees, in a posture of 
submission. She gazed down at the mud at the base of the flowerbed, the mud 
that was undeniable proof that those flowers had been watered. But that 
didn't matter. The reality in the dominatrix' mind was not the reality of 
the earth and these roses. It was Veronica's dread imagination that now 
surfaced and dominated the scene. Veronica only saw the desert of her own 
incestuous passions, the barren lands whereon she yearned for her sweet 
niece Thalia to be! . . 

Veronica the dominatrix slapped her maid in the head. She hissed like a 
striking viper as she beat her voluptuous servant. 

Misty emitted a groan. She knew that that groan would arouse her Lady's 
passions, would bring the full wrath of the dominatrix crashing down upon 
her poor, unfortunate self. 

That was precisely what the maid yearned for. She craved to be beaten and 
mocked by her cruel Mistress. 

Veronica fell down to her own knees and grasped Misty by the ears. She 
tugged viciously upon the maid's earlobes, shrieking, "You look at me when 
I'm speaking to you, you dirty, hot bitch!! Do you hear what I'm saying to 
you, you wretched slut!! Gaze into my eyes, you hunk of cunting pork!! ! " 

Misty shivered. She gazed her Mistress in the eyes. Veronica rewarded her 
with a stinging slap across the face. The dominatrix slowly reached out her 
two hands. She knew that her maid would not dare move, would not want to 
move . ... 

Veronica pinched the girl's tits. She pinched those nipples right through 
her maid's costume. She squeezed until Misty let out a terrible scream. 

"You naughty slave," Veronica chastised her maid. 'You should listen to your 
Lady. It is you who makes me do these terrible deeds to you!! You make me 
punish you, because you are so wicked!! Look down, see the dry dirt!! It's 
as dry as sand!! Take a closer look!! Feel it!! " 

Veronica suddenly grasped the maid by the head and forced her down to the 
ground. She plunged Misty's face into the cool, brown mud. Then she laughed. 
She chuckled obscenely at her servant's ridiculous, filthy appearance. 

Misty began to weep. She cried out, "I am such a dirty, naughty slave!! I 
never am good enough for you, my Lady!! I'm sorry!! I tried!! I really 
tried, my Mistress!! I suppose that I am just a foul, worthless slut!! ! " 

Veronica kicked her lightly in the stomach, knocking her down upon her back, 
so that she fell into the oozing earth. The dominatrix snickered, as she 
rose to her feet, to tower above her quivering slave. "You are right!! That 
is just what you are, my slave!! You are a foul, worthless slut!! I hardly 
know why I put up with you!! 

"Just the other day I fucked with a woman who is so much better than you!! 
And then I made her my slave!! She was sweet and clean and beautiful!! She 
wasn't the dirty, stinking, two-dollar whore that you are, Misty!! ! " 

Misty trembled upon the ground as her Lady pressed her sandaled foot upon 
her mud-smeared belly and pressed down. Misty pleaded with the dominatrix, 
"Oh, please, my Lady. Don't crush me underfoot like the worm that I am!! 
Show me some mercy!! ! " 

Veronica stopped pressing her sandal down onto the maid's tummy. Instead, 
she just kept her foot right where it was, pinning her slave down where she 
belonged, where she so desperately wanted to be. 

"My slave, I think that I shall show you some mercy and give you a favor in 
the bargain!! I'm feeling especially generous today. How would you like to 
lick off my sandals!! I've gotten them dirty in wrestling with you?" 

Misty shook her head desperately up and down. Veronica almost felt like 
crushing the buxom strumpet right there. Veronica was assailed by pangs of 
envy. Misty was getting the ultimate satiation from the ultimate dominatrix, 
herself, Veronica Turner. 

But Veronica yearned to dominate that other woman, that far fairer and 
sweeter Thalia. Then she realized that she could play wonderful tricks 
within her mind. She could pretend that Misty was her beloved niece Thalia 
if she only tried hard enough. 

Veronica raised her foot up. Misty leaned forwards, off the muddy ground. 
She grasped her Mistress' foot with her two hands and pressed her sexy lips 
to the dirty front of the right foot's sole. She began to lick the leather. 
She swirled her tongue around and around on that shoe, lapping up the filth 
that clung to it. The grit bit into her delicate pink muscle like a thousand 
stabbing knives. Misty quivered with the delicious pain and degradation of 
the moment. 

"Lick it!! You whore!! Lick it!! " Veronica purred down. She wasn't even 
looking at Misty. She was just imagining . ... She closed her eyelids and 
gasped. She slid her fingers down into her cunt and started to stroke it 
sensuously. Her clit trembled. She pressed down on that love-button and 
moaned out her terrific pleasure. 

Misty realized that her Mistress was lost in her fantasizing. That didn't 
bother the maid at all. She loved being exploited as a nameless instrument 
of her dominatrix' pleasure. Also, this gave her the opportunity to pleasure 
herself. She reached down with her free left hand and stroked her own hot 
crotch. The sensations were fantastic!! She moaned and groaned and trembled 
with her feverish delight!! 

Veronica opened her eyes. She wanted to see the erotic sight of her maid 
licking and lapping at her leather soles. She shrieked out in wild rage when 
she saw her slave fondling herself. She swiftly, sharply booted her Misty in 
the face with her upraised shoe. 

"How dare you pleasure yourself without your Lady's permission!! " the 
dominatrix roared. "You may not touch your privies without my consent. Tell 
me, my slave, how many times have I told you this?" 

Misty quivered. Her trembling pussy, though it was no longer being touched, 
quivered even more crazily, even more deliriously. 

"A thousand times and more!! ! " the slave maid replied honestly and 
obediently. "You have told me so many times already, my Lady, that I have 
forgotten!! ! " 

Veronica snarled, "I'll say that you have forgotten!! Tell me, my Misty, 
what do we do at Craigdarroch with slaves who forget, who do not faithfully 
obey their Mistress rules?" 

Misty responded skillfully. "The slaves are punished, my Lady. The 
punishment for such an offense as masturbation is very severe, indeed!! ! " 

Veronica was pleased. Misty knew all the loops, all the ins and outs of the 
submissive side of play. "And what is the punishment that I have designated, 
you wretched piece of squirming offal, you buxom, hot-lipped pig?! " 

Misty responded laconically, with but a single word, "WHIPPING!! ! " 

Veronica pulled her foot away from her maid and hissed down, "Get up!! ! " 

Misty stumbled to her feet, carefully eyeing her mistress, preparing to be 
stricken down suddenly by the lust-crazed dominatrix. Veronica's dark 
passions had surfaced fully now. Her outer appearance was now like a dark, 
storm-tossed sea. Nothing less than a brutal whipping of the guilty slave 
maid's buttocks would suffice!! 

"I AM SORRY, MY MISTRESS!! ! I AM SORRY!! ! " Misty exclaimed. Her pussy 
teetered on the verge of experiencing a tremendous, spasmodic orgasm. 

Veronica smirked cruelly. She eyed her slave intensely. "March!" she 
commanded. "March or die!! ! " 

"Where to?" Misty asked in a broken, wavering tone. 

To the Tower Room, of course, you bitch!! ! " Veronica howled!! ! 

Veronica draped herself with her very tight-fitting black leather outfit. 
She strapped the tight black top to her protruding bosom, crushing her 
globular boobs under the intense pressure. She felt really mean. She snarled 
in the mirror. She was ready to go!! 

Misty and she met in the Tower Room. 

The slave trembled. She had donned a polka-dotted, red and yellow Fool's 
costume. 

Veronica laughed at her mockingly, "Don't you look the idiot, my fucking, 
pussy-faced slave?! " The dominatrix cracked her whip. She lashed out, again 
and again, at the disobedient slave. 

Misty cuddled into a ball, on the brilliantly polished marble flags of the 
mosaic-decorated Tower Room floor. She closed her eyes. The slanting rays of 
the sun streaming through the stained-glass windows blinded her. She feared 
to see the whacking, cracking snake-like whip. 

"I'm sorry, my Lady!! Please forgive me, my Mistress!! " Misty pleaded to 
the dominatrix. Veronica beat her harder, with a greater passion than she 
had done for a long, long time. The pain of the lashing whip was almost as 
severe as Claudia's whipping of her ass had been. Misty hoped that her own 
Mistress had not gone over the edge. 

The slave maid had little to fear, though. Veronica was in top form. She 
knew her maid's tolerance of pain better than any woman on earth, far better 
than even Misty herself. Veronica cheered up as she whipped her groveling 
servant. Her eyes became as bright as shooting stars. She groaned and gasped 
with her wild, ecstatic joy!! 

She determined to live as fully as she could!! Those two years would fly as 
swiftly as birds on wing if she indulged in her dark arts, partook in her 
terrible, sweet, forbidden passions. 

Then she would be reunited forever with her precious Thalia. Veronica knew 
that once Thalia came to Craigdarroch life would be sweet. The only pains 
would be delicious. The only agonies would be exultant!! 

Till then, Misty would do very nicely . ... 

The whip cracked again. 

The slave maid quailed. 

Both dominatrix and slave came in fiery orgasms!! 

Veronica sat alone in her dark tower. She stared contemplatively into the 
ornately gilded golden-framed mirror. 

"I am the dark enchantress of dreams!" she whispered aloud. . 

"I am the witch, who with her dread sorceries, makes men pollute themselves 
in their sleep, who makes them yearn to grasp a woman's supple flesh, and 
desire to feel the crimson sting of my whip!! " 

She lashed her whip into the darkness, that was only broken by the slanted 
silvery moonbeams streaming in through the stained glass windows in the 
peaked roof and the hundred red and black candles that burned on the 
periphery of the gloom-huanted chamber. 

"I lust to torture men's pricks with my black magic!" the dominatrix laughed 
demonically. She rose to her feet. "I shall make them come to me, to grovel 
at my feet!! " At that she snarled. She knew the kind of magic that would 
make the men come. She had that sort of wizardry in abundance. 

"Yes! Yes!! " she shrieked, fondling her beaver under her black leather 
regalia's erotic opening. "I shall tame the foul barbarians!! They shall 
hang from the rafters and from the walls!! 

"Their cocks I'll suck until they expire from my delicious torments. And 
then I'll wake them with ice-water for more of the ecstasy and the agony, 
the pleasure and the pain!! ! " 

She began to do a bizarre dervish, that woman of darkness. She did it to the 
dark gods of lust and blood that she served. She knew that her boobs and her 
cunt and her gorgeous ass were nothing more or less than the instruments by 
which her dread masters recruited their following of depraved men. Men who 
willingly gave up their eternal souls for a few hours of joyful agony by the 
most beautiful of tormenters!! 

"How ravishing I am!! " Veronica called out into the echoing gloom. "The 
slaves will be here soon!! " She cracked her whip against the silver face of 
the mirror. "They shall be the sacrifices that I shall offer up to you, my 
gods of Evil!! There asses shall bleed and their pricks shout in horror!! 

"It shall all be for you, my glorious devils!! All for you!! I give them to 
your black desires!! Take them, my Lords!! Devour the luscious slaves!! ! " 

They are yours!! ! ! ! !
