BONDAGE MYSTERY

By POWERONE

SIZZLER EDITIONS

ISBN 9781615086368
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Copyright 2016 Powerone
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A Renaissance E Books publication


When Justine’s great aunt died, she’s excited to be invited to the reading of the will. But her overbearing mother, who had been estranged from the woman for decades, forbids Justine to go. Justine, eager for a chance to get out from beneath her mother’s thumb, defied her and went anyway.
Justine was impressed when she arrived and found her great aunt lived in in a gated community outside the town of Mason Cove, Virginia, Justine was thrilled when she learned she was her great aunt’s sole heir and now possessed a large house, luxury cars and millions of dollars. The only stipulation was that she must live in the mansion and tell no one about her inheritance for thirty days.
It only took Justine a few days to find that the house and community held closely guarded secrets. For, beneath the resident’s wealth, Justine discovered a community of like people who shared an inclination toward a taboo sexual practice.
At the same time, Justine found herself surrendering to the spell of Michael, an older man, handsome and sophisticated, with demanding tastes. He guided her in the community and she couldn’t so no to anything he asked.
Justine’s knowledge of BDSM was limited. But the people of the community were eager to help introduce her to a whole new world of unexpected pleasures.
She was asked to decide whether she wanted to stay and join the community. And if she did, would it be as a submissive or a dominant – for the community catered to all. Justine never dreamed that women could be dominant or that there were men who craved to be submissive to women.
Through all this, Justine kept finding clues that led her deeper into the dark secrets of the relationship of her great aunt and her mother.
Then Bridget, Justine’s best friend, joined her and helped her through one final test. Only then did Justine know her true self. It was a surprise to her. But she was not the only one, Bridget had her own surprise for Justine.

Powerone takes you on a tour of a BDSM lifestyle that only the rich can afford and few ever catch a glimpse of or are invited have a chance to join.


Chapter 1


Need to Escape



Justine was glad to have her graduation behind her, although much to her mother’s chagrin, she didn’t have a job. Justine had decided to take the summer off and spend it in Europe with her best friend, Bridget. There was always a need for accountants, and Justine hadn’t decided where she wanted to live. All she knew was it would be away from her home. When she came back from Europe, she’d seriously look for a job. She needed to get out from underneath her parents or, mostly, her mother’s thumb. She was home now, but in spite of the fact that Justine was almost twenty-two, her mother still treated her as if she was in high school.

It was as if her mother never trusted her, although Justine never gave her any reason for those doubts. While Justine was good looking and had a lot of boyfriends over the years, she never slept with many of them or had dated the bad boys. She drank moderately for a college student, and her drug use was confined to marijuana. She suspected that even her parents smoked marijuana, not just in the past but now. Her father trusted her; it was all her mother. She was overbearing, even to her father, but he never complained.

She only had to survive another week at home before she’d leave. She’d have to grin and bear it. Thank goodness her mother worked part time during the day, so Justine had some time alone. Her mother never hesitated to barge into her room with only a tap on the door before she opened it. So masturbation was confined to the hours when her mother wasn’t home whether she had the desire or not.

Today happened to be one of those days when she had the desire. Her mother left half hour before, so she wouldn’t return. She would’ve locked her bedroom door, but it didn’t have a lock on it. There was never a lock on it. It wasn’t allowed.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror as she always did. Sometimes, she had a book or magazine on the bed waiting for her but not today. That was always a danger as her mother had no qualms about going into her room to “clean up” she would say and find her books and magazines. Today there were four small pictures on the bed that she printed from her laptop. She’d destroy the pictures when she was finished.

Her blonde hair hung down below her neck, although it wasn’t naturally blonde. She was a brunette. Her skin was impeccable, clear and silky through painstaking care over the years. She had big blue eyes. Her nose was normal, not big or small. She had full lips that she loved to paint red when she dressed up. It made her feel so sexy. She wore a blouse so she could unbutton it. She began at the top and slowly worked her way down as she stared into the mirror as if she performed this for someone else. She pulled it open, but she didn’t take it off instantly. She arched her back and thrust her breasts out more prominently. They pushed up the lace bra she wore. Her breasts didn’t require much support in spite of them being full. At least she got something from her mother. She could already see her nipples beneath it begin to harden. Her stomach was flat from exercise. She peeled off her blouse, and her hands went behind to her bra instantly. It took little effort to unhook it, and she let it fall in the front as her arms went to her sides as the bra slipped to the floor. She stood up straight, and her breasts jutted out proudly. Her areolas were brown and the size of quarters, but it was her pink nipples that pointed up as if they begged to be touched.

She ran her hand between her legs before she slowly pulled the zipper down on her jean shorts. They opened up, but she had to struggle to push them down. They were molded over her hips and ass on purpose. She stood there in her thong, a tiny black thong that hid nothing. She turned sideways so she could see her ass. Now, that was her finest attribute. She had firm, full buttocks, which also required constant exercise, but it was worth it. She grew wet as she stood there. She slipped the thong off and spread her legs. She had a full brown bush although she did trim it to keep it neat. She had pouty pussy lips, although she wasn’t sure what they pouted about. Maybe it was for lack of men’s attention, although that was her decision, not theirs. It was time and her wetness grew. She lay on the bed and picked up the first picture. She gazed at it before she closed her eyes, the picture etched in her brain as her fantasy unfolded.

She was in Mr. Armstrong’s auditing class, but the class was over and everyone else had left. Mr. Armstrong was an adjutant professor, thirty something and handsome. All the girls wanted to be in his class, and they sat in the front row so they could wear short skirts to tantalize him, although Justine never knew anyone being successful. But, this was her fantasy.

“Put your hands on the desk and don’t move them,” Brice warned her.

Her lip quivered as she did it. He sat down next to her. She felt his hands touch her side, and her body shook. He slowly inched her sweater up until her bra was revealed. He tucked it in so it wouldn’t slip down.

“Sit straight in your chair,” he urged her. Brice gazed at her lovely tits in the sexy bra, everything he expected. His hands ran over the soft skin of her side but then went to her bra and cupped one of her tits. He squeezed it as he watched the flesh push up from the top of the bra as it tried to escape its confinement.

Justine couldn’t believe that Mr. Armstrong was fondling her, but his large hand gripped her breast so hard when he squeezed it. He released it but then he did the same to the other.

“I can see your nipples get hard, Justine.” He sought them out with his fingers and pinched them. Her lips clenched when he pinched them too tight, but her hands never strayed from the position on the desk.

She turned red in shame at his words. How can I get excited at what he does to me? She had little time to contemplate her thoughts as he pulled the sweater over her head. “Raise your arms up,” he ordered her, and she obeyed without question as he stripped the sweater from her body.

The sweater was gone, and his fingers were on her naked back. They sought out the fragile strap of her bra and loosened it with skill. He pushed it away from her breasts and pulled the bra up her arms until he could toss it aside.

“Hands back on the desk,” he ordered her once again.

She was naked to the waist as he slid behind her. His hands reached around her body and under her arms. His large hands engulfed her naked breasts, and her nipples swelled until she thought they would explode. She looked down as his hands fondled her as if they were doing it to someone else. He stroked his fingers across her nipples lightly, first to tease them, and then, his fingers gripped them tightly. She saw her perfect nipples gnarled by his fingers. She thought the tips would explode with trapped blood, but when he released them, they were twice their normal size. Then, his mouth consumed one, hefting one breast up with his hand as his lips gripped her areola and sucked in her nipple with powerful suction. His tongue lashed out across it. Not even when he bit her areola could dampen her pleasure. The pain felt good. When he deserted her breasts, they were shiny with his spit.

He was eager now, so her skirt went quickly. “Spread your legs,” his voice was raspy as he saw her mound barely covered by a thong. His fingers played across it, but his cock needed attention. That was why she was here this day, to give him his pleasure. He griped her pussy lips through her thong. It was easy, they were plump. He slid a finger down her slit as he pulled her lip to the side and her thong soon grew wet. “Lift your ass up.” He eagerly yanked her thong to her ankles as she arched up her body to allow him to strip her naked.

She was naked, and she expected him to touch her pussy, or at least, she hoped he would, but she was disappointed. He stood up, and he quickly stripped off his clothes. She couldn’t take her eyes off his pants, bulging from his erection. He had no modesty as he slid his pants off and stood there in his boxer briefs with his cock jutting out. There was already a wet spot, and the more he stroked his cock, the bigger the drop became. Is he going to fuck me quickly without any foreplay? He pulled the other chair away from the desk and sat down on it but not before he slipped his shorts down. He stroked his cock proudly. He pushed his balls in front of him on the chair as his cock stood up. He was big, over eight inches for sure. He had black, wiry pubic hairs, and they were thick on his balls and at the base of his cock.

“Come over here and suck my cock,” he said it in a calm, collective manner, as if it was the most natural thing for her to do.

She’d never sucked a man’s cock in real life, so in her fantasy, she was just as inexperienced. Yet, she had to do what he asked. She got up and kneeled submissively between his legs as if she knew what to do. She didn’t know if it was instinct or a natural ability as her hand reached out for his cock. The minute she touched it, the muscles revolted, but she knew enough of stroking a man’s cock to know that she had to tighten her fingers around it immediately or it would escape her grip. She grasped it in a firm grip, although her fingers had a difficult time getting around the girth of his shaft. Her hand began to slide up and down the shaft, keeping her fingers tight as the slack skin rode beneath her fingers. Her fingers slid all the way up the shaft and over the thick ridge to rub the helmet of his cock with her thumb. She squeezed out a drop of milky cum before she stroked back down again. She continued to masturbate his cock; standing it up in the air as her other hand slid beneath his balls and hefted them up. She rolled his balls as she stroked him. She knew she was doing a good job as more of his precum leaked out. She scooped it up to lubricate his cock.

“I said suck it, not jerk me off,” Brice scolded her like a bad schoolgirl.

His unhappy voice scared her. Now, she regretted coaxing the cum from his cock. The big helmet of his cock glistened from the drops she rubbed over it. The slick helmet would be the first cock in her mouth and she’d have to taste him immediately. She didn’t expect it to be a pleasant taste, in spite of having licked her own juices. Men were much more profuse and thick. She leaned forward as she stood his cock up. Her mouth opened wide, but it wasn’t wide enough. The head of his cock hit her upper and lower lips at the same time, and her mouth was forced to open wider to accommodate the thick helmet. Her mouth was flooded with a salty taste as the smooth helmet of his cock slid through her lips and sat heavily on her tongue. Her lips were clasped tightly on the ridge beneath the helmet to trap it, but it did little good when his cock jerked spastically from the slightest movement of her tongue on his cock. She got her tongue out from beneath his cock, and her hand held the shaft tight. His hand gripped the back of her head and pulled her down onto his cock. She found her mouth filled with thick, hard cock as he plunged in. It slid easily over her wet tongue and shot to the back of her mouth.

“Suck it. Don’t you know how to do it?” He was growing agitated.

His cock slid in and out of her lips when he rode her head up and down as the palm of his hand gripped the crown of her head. Her tongue sought out his cock, and she tasted more of his leaking cum as it swiped over the helmet and drew out more drops to stain her tongue with the thick crème.

Brice needed to cum, and he doubted that her mouth would give him much pleasure. He pulled his cock out and saw the look of disappointment on her face. That was good. Maybe she’d fuck him better. “Kneel down doggy style on the two desks. Put your knees on one desk, your hands on the other.”

She didn’t care how exposed she was as she got into that position. She had to make him happy. Her breasts hung down like cows udders, but she spread her legs as wide as the desks would allow. She arched her back to stick her ass up in the air. She knew he got a view of her naked pussy from behind but also her anus. She didn’t turn around when he got on the desk behind her. She waited for the first touch of his cock on her pussy.

He kneeled behind her, one hand on her back, the other on his cock. After her lackluster performance in sucking his cock, he should fuck her up the ass, but he figured that would be too much of a fight to get his cock into a hole that he was sure to be virgin.

He rubbed his cock up and down her pussy. It felt good, but it still gave her alarm at the size of his cock. No man she’d fucked was ever as big as him; she would’ve remembered that.

He pushed the head of his cock against her tight hole. He pushed in until the head was firmly in place. His hands went to her hips. He didn’t give her a chance to contemplate what he’d do. He thrust with his hips and three inches of rock-hard cock was shoved into her. He yanked on her hips and pulled her onto his cock as she tried to escape.

The helmet of his cock stretched her, but her breath was taken away when he shoved in hard and deep with no more preliminaries. Her body reared up, but his strong fingers dug into the flesh of her hips and yanked her back onto his penetrating cock. Her insides stretched wide to accept him, but he already pulled out and shoved back in, always deeper. Now, she knew what it felt like to be taken by a big cock. He filled every inch of her and stretched her when he was too big. His cock rode up and down her pussy as the big helmet rubbed her harshly.

He didn’t need her assistance for his pleasure. Her pussy was tight as his cock beat her into submission. Her muscles rippled over his cock as he continued to fuck her hard. It took about four strokes before the head of his cock banged hard into her cervix, shoving her body forward, but he wouldn’t let her escape his impalement, yanking her back down to caress his cock with such pleasure.

Her body was jolted, and her breasts swung freely as he took her ruthlessly from behind. He went in so deep and hard that he shattered her body, but at least he leaned over her as he humped her like a wild dog. He fondled her breasts, but then, his hand slid between her legs and found her clit. He wasn’t gentle as he pinched it when he fucked in hard to make her jerk back onto his rampaging cock with greater intensity. Yet, in spite of that, she began to feel pleasure. It might be harshly that he touched her clit, but at least he paid attention to it. Her pussy never felt anything like his big, hard cock taking her.

Justine’s fingers raced up her slit and over her clit faster as she approached her pleasure. Her legs pushed up high, spread wide until her crotch ached as though she was forced to open up. Her body exploded as she came, her mind conjuring up the way his cock would blast her pussy when he shot his cum like a firehose inside her. She didn’t stop rubbing her clit even as her orgasm subsided as though it wasn’t she that was doing it. When she finally stopped, her clit was sore but satisfied. The afterglow spread across her body as she lay naked on the bed.





Chapter 2


A Strange Twist



Justine got up late the next day and was still having coffee when the doorbell rang. She answered it, and it was FedEx.

“I have a letter for Justine Richter.” He took out his computer.

“Heidi or Justine?” It must be for her mother.

He looked at it again. “Justine.”

“That’s me.” She signed for it and took the overnight envelope. She saw the return address as she closed the door. Mathew Poller, Attorney at Law. She grew nervous at an overnight letter from an attorney, but it was strange that he was from Mason Cove, Virginia. It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place it. That was over a thousand miles from her. What could an attorney want from me? She pulled the string to open it, and there was a single sheet of paper along with a business card attached to it.

It read as follows.

There will be a reading of the will of Sabrina Kline on July 14, 2016 at ten AM at the office of Mathew Poller in Mason Cove, Virginia. As you have been named in the will, it would be advantageous for you to attend. All travel arrangements will be made by this office at our expense. I realize that it is short notice, but it is out of necessity. You can reach me at the above number for any questions. Please respond at your earliest convenience.

Now it rang a bell. It was her great aunt, Sabrina. She never met her and her mother never mentioned her, so Justine thought she’d died a long time ago. She must have been very old to be her mother’s aunt. Her mother must be getting an envelope like this, also. They could go together. She put the letter in her room and went about her day. She’d call the attorney after her mother received her letter.

Justine spent the day at home waiting for another letter. It was short notice, so she wanted to make sure they’d leave it and not just leave a notice. The door opened late in the afternoon. It was her mother. Why didn’t another letter come?

Although Heidi was angry at Justine’s decision to go to Europe, she hoped to convince her to stay before she left.

Justine waited until her mother sat down. “I thought Aunt Sabrina was dead.”

It shocked Heidi to hear that name again, especially from Justine. What could’ve prompted such a question? She’d have to tread lightly.

“Where did that question come from?”

“I got a letter today.”

Now, she was really worried. Who sent a letter about Sabrina to Justine? “Let me see it.” She tried not to act concerned. Heidi saw the official stationary and that gave her some relief. She read it quickly, but there was sadness in her heart when she read the news. It had been decades since she saw Sabrina, but there was a great divide between them that could never be crossed again. “I’ll call tomorrow and tell them you won’t attend.” She kept the letter.

“That’s my decision, not yours,” Justine offended by her mother taking control of the situation as she always did.

“That is a past that I don’t want dredged up,” Heidi was adamant now.

“That’s fine. The letter makes no mention of you, and I expected to get a letter for you, but nothing. I suspect it was on purpose now.” It seemed that Sabrina had the same problems with her mother that she had. Now she was curious. She still had time before she went to Europe and Virginia was closer to New York where she could catch an international flight and Bridget could meet her there.

“Yes, that is why you’re not going.” That was the end of it.

“In case you forgot, Mother,” she snarled, “I’m an adult. I graduated from college and I’m moving out and making my own decisions. I’m going to Europe in less than a week, and I’m going to stop in Virginia on my way.” She snatched the letter back from her mother and saw the startled look on her face when she did it.

The argument continued for a short time, with neither side giving in. It continued over dinner with her father trying to placate both sides, but he seemed to be just as much in the dark about Sabrina as Justine was.

The next day when her mother left for work, Justine made the call. The attorney was very nice but less than informative.

“I can’t give out any details until the reading of the will. I have reservations for your flight along with a rental car at the airport in Virginia. It’s not far from Roanoke Airport. Accommodations will be provided that are suitable for you.” He hoped that she’d come. Many people were counting on him to convince her.

It sounded like a mystery, but that made it more compelling. It didn’t hurt that she’d be standing up against her mother. But she was also curious of this forgotten relative. Was it on purpose that her mother never mentioned her?

“Let me get a pen and you can give me the details. I’ll be there.” He gave her the reservations for the plane and car.

“You should arrive in time for the reading of the will. Come directly from the airport, you can get settled after that.” He was relieved.

When her mother came home and Justine told her of her plans, the argument continued, including during dinner, but Justine never backed down. She spent most of the night in her room packing. She didn’t pack heavily for Europe. She’d splurge and buy clothes there. She’d saved a considerable amount working while in college, and her parents gave her a graduation present of two thousand dollars, although her mother regretted it when Justine told her of her European plans.

She got up early, and her father went to work late to say goodbye. Her mother left at the same time, although they did hug and kiss, but it was a tense goodbye. Uber came immediately and she was off to the airport. Bridget had already agreed to meet her in New York City. They talked a lot about this strange will reading and her mother’s reluctance to let her go. She was on her way to be on her own for the rest of her life.

* * *

The flight started out terrible—the security check lines too long—but once she got to the gate, she got a surprise. Her ticket was first class. All of a sudden, things started to look up. She was ushered into the lounge, and even though it was early, she had a drink, a Bloody Mary. She began to relax. Even when the plane started to board, there was no hurry for her. She got to the front of the line and took her seat while others still scrambled to get in line. She never knew airplanes had such big seats with plenty of legroom. A flight attendant got her a drink before the plane was ready to take off.

It was a leisurely flight with an in-house movie and a snack. It was only a two and half-hour flight, and it passed quickly. She was able to disembark first and beat the crowd, although Roanoke Airport wasn’t that large. It was modern but not as large as the airport at home. She waited for her baggage. First class bags didn’t come any quicker, but it wasn’t that long before she had her single bag. She easily found Hertz Rental. There was no line.

“Reservation for Justine Richter.” It took the attendant only a second to find her reservation online.

“What car would you like?”

“What are my choices?” She expected a small compact, but that would be okay. She was told it was only a short drive.

“Anything. You’re reserved for the Prestige Collection, but you can go down if you desire. But, you look like a Mercedes E350 person. The weather is nice and you’ll look good in a convertible.”

He was young, mid-thirties, and she wasn’t sure if he was selling her or trying to date her. Her luck continued, and she saw no reason not to take advantage of it. After all, the attorney said it would be at his expense. She couldn’t wait to see the hotel accommodations. “I’ll take the E350 as you suggest, black if you have it,” she said as if she did this all the time. She couldn’t wait to tell Bridget about this. It was going to be tough to visit Europe on a budget after this.

He took only a minute to finish the paperwork. “Sign here, here and here. The car will be waiting outside for you.”

She signed and initialed the paperwork without reading them. “Thank you.” She walked off, and she knew he was looking at her as she walked away. Did I really just swing my ass to tease him? There was an attendant waiting with the car, but the top was already down with the trunk up. He put her bag in the trunk. He gave her some instructions on the car, including how to put the top up, but it was simple. A touch of a button did it. It had a navigation system, so she punched in the attorney’s address. He was correct, it wasn’t far, and she had over an hour to get there.

She saw Roanoke in the distance as she headed to Mason Cove, but it was a small city. She came to the downtown of Mason Cove, and it wasn’t much. She’d read that it was only twelve-thousand people, and from the downtown, it wasn’t a wealthy or vibrant community. She feared that there would be little to do here, hoping that Roanoke would be better. She didn’t even see any hotel except for a Motel 6. Her thought of a luxury hotel was dampened. She was almost out of the downtown when the navigation system announced she was there. It was a modern two-story building, out of place among the rest of downtown with its forty-year-old brick storefronts. It was as if the attorney was the only prosperous one in the town. She’d seen some of the homes, small, older houses but neatly kept. Sabrina probably had lived in one of them. She pulled the car into the parking lot.

She got out and went to the front door. She’d dressed in a skirt and pullover, short sleeve, since she wouldn’t be able to change before the reading. It was good that she flew first class and had plenty of legroom, so she didn’t look wrinkled. The inside of the office was just as plush as the outside, marble floors with modern furniture. There was a young receptionist dressed for the occasion of the plush office. The girl responded before she could say anything.

“Ms. Richter, welcome. Mr. Poller is waiting for you. Would you like something to drink?”

“No, I’m fine.” She was half an hour early, but she was ushered into his office immediately. He wasn’t what she expected. He was older, sixty or seventy, but he was dressed impeccably. Everything about him and his office was out of touch with the rest of the community. It looked as though it was transplanted from some large city.

Mathew stood up as she entered. Now, he knew what the fuss was about. “It’s good to meet you, Ms. Richter.” He extended his hand. She had a firm grip and it wasn’t clammy. She had an exceptional body.

“Call me, Justine. It’s nice to meet you, although I’m at a loss for why I’m here. I never knew my great aunt Sabrina, and my mother never spoke of her. I thought she’d died a long time ago.”

He made no effort to correct her. That wasn’t his job. “We can begin.”

“Aren’t there others to arrive?” Now, she was really confused. Am I the only one?

“No, you are the only one. Have a seat and I can get started.” He enjoyed the way she crossed her legs and left a lot of leg showing. He might be older, but he wasn’t dead.

Mathew opened the folder and began to read. He started with all the formalities and legalese. Then, he got to the main part of the will. “Justine Richter, daughter of Heidi Klein Richter is the sole heir of the estate of Sabrina Klein. The estate consists of the property located as 1246 Pinnacle Lane, Mason Cove, Virginia as well as all furnishings and contents. It also includes the automobiles as listed on the attached list housed at the above address.”

Justine had a shocked look on her face as she heard what he said. She owned a house and cars, but he continued to speak.

“All personal effects of the deceased are willed to the heir along with the bank accounts, brokerage accounts and other accounts holding cash or its equivalent to the named sole beneficiary including the life insurance proceeds.” Mathew stopped, but Justine said nothing. She was in shock. He’d seen this happen before. He knew that Justine’s mother wouldn’t come, but they never told him why, and he never asked. That was none of his business. His lack of questions over the decades is what brought him to be the attorney of so many of them. He respected their privacy.

Justine’s mouth was so dry that words wouldn’t come out even as her mind raced. This wasn’t what she expected. At the most, she thought she’d get some heirloom of her great aunt, not everything, although she still didn’t know what that meant. She didn’t know what she’d do with a house. She couldn’t afford to keep it. She didn’t even have a job. She hated to sound crass, but she asked the question. “How much is the money?”

“Between the bank accounts, brokerage accounts and bonds, its two million, five hundred forty-six thousand dollars and twenty-seven cents. I filed for the insurance policy, and when paid, it’ll add another million to the total, but that will take a month or so.” He was afraid she’d have a heart attack. Her lovely chest was heaving uncontrollably, and he was afraid she wasn’t even breathing. “Can I get you something, Justine?”

“Water, water,” she managed to say. The receptionist brought it in immediately, as if she knew it would be needed. She gulped it down.

“There is only one stipulation to the will.”

Her heart sank to her belly. A stipulation. She knew what that meant. It could be all taken away with the same ease she got it. “What is it?” She held her breath.

“For thirty days you must live in the house and you can’t tell anyone of your inheritance until the time limit is up. That includes your family, especially your mother.” Mathew waited a minute before he added. “I knew that your mother and Sabrina were estranged for decades, and I suspect this stipulation was put in so your mother wouldn’t affect your decisions for at least thirty days. Will that be a problem?”

“No, I just graduated and I planned to go to Europe this week for the summer with my best friend, and when I returned, I didn’t expect to go home. But, I’m allowed to do anything with the money before the thirty days are up?” She could convince Bridget to go to Europe without her and say nothing to her parents if she gave her enough money to make the trip in style.

“You’ll be limited to two hundred thousand dollars for the thirty days, but that should be sufficient.”

“Is the house livable?”

“I think you’ll find it more than adequate for you, Justine. Sabrina had excellent fashion sense.”

Justine found her life took a new road. It still hadn’t completely sunk in yet, but it would be more real once she went to the house. It also made her curious as to why her mother and Sabrina were estranged. Maybe she’d find answers in Sabrina’s house. Then, it dawned on her to ask. “What did Sabrina die of?”

“Cancer, although it was quick.”

“What else do I need to do?”

“There is a ton of paperwork to be handled, but we can wait a week so you can digest everything that has happened. I’ve had a bank account set up with the local bank in your name, and all it requires is your signature. It has two hundred thousand dollars in it.” He handed her keys to the house. “You can call me or my receptionist if you need anything. She lives in Mason Cove, so she can tell you about the town. It’s small, so there are some inconveniences, but they are easily overcome. But, I think you’ll find it a nice place to live.” He did his part, now it was up to the others.

She went out to the lobby and signed the paperwork. She had a checkbook that had two hundred thousand dollars in it. She couldn’t believe it. “When do I have to return the car?”

“I’ll have Hertz send someone out to pick it up tomorrow. I think you’ll find Sabrina’s collection of cars adequate. As I said, she had good taste in everything.”

“I still have thousands of questions, but I need to relax and contemplate all of this.”

“Yes, take your time. I had the house stocked with food and beverages, so you should be good for a few days.”

“You seemed to have thought of everything. I can’t thank you enough.”

“That is my job. Remember me if you are looking for an attorney. You have considerable assets now, and I can help you protect and invest them for your future. I do the same work for most of the wealthy owners in Mason Cove.” He handed her keys to the house.

“I will certainly take that seriously, thank you again.” She had to get home and sit down and digest all the news. She walked out to her Mercedes convertible with a new step in her walk. So there were other wealthy people in Mason Cove, but she didn’t know where they were. She never saw any of it and the town wasn’t that big. She put in the address of the house into the navigation system. It was only a few miles away. That’s good. Even though it was before lunch, she needed a drink, maybe a couple of drinks.

She drove out of the downtown and headed higher up the mountain. The turn came quickly and if the navigation system didn’t tell her to look for it, she would’ve missed it. The street didn’t even have a sign marker, as if no one wanted it to be known. The road was well maintained, and she drove less than a mile before she came upon an unexpected gate with a guard shack. There was a wrought iron fence all around it, standing up at least eight feet high. She stopped as the guard stepped out of the shack.

“Welcome, Ms. Richter. In the future, all of the other vehicles have sensors that will automatically open the gate as you approach.” He opened the gate for her.

“Thank you,” she smiled as she drove off. It was obvious now, but she never realized that Sabrina’s house had to be something more substantial than the typical houses she saw in Mason Cove when Justine found out how much money she had. Obviously, this was where the wealthy that the attorney represented lived. She passed a few driveways, but the houses were almost invisible in the woods, although the driveways were manicured. She was on Pinnacle and 1246 was the next driveway. She turned, and the driveway meandered to the right as it rose higher up on the hill until she came to it. Sabrina might have lived alone, but the house wasn’t small. It was a two-story brick colonial with two large pillars in the front. From the look of the number of windows, it had to be at least four bedrooms. It was well cared for. Luckily, Justine had enough money to continue taking care of it, although she hadn’t decided on her fate yet. She’d give it thirty days before she decided to sell it or not. Mason Cove wasn’t the sprawling metropolis she dreamed of living at, even with Roanoke not far off.

She put the top up and got her bag out of the trunk. She went to the double front door. The key slid in easily and the door opened. She was in a large foyer, and it was decorated nicely, although Justine tended to like modern, she couldn’t deny the colonial feel was fitting of the house.

As she walked around the house, it almost felt as though she was intruding. Everything was still the same way as if Sabrina lived there and would return home any second and catch her intruding. She headed for the kitchen, but she found a small bar that was fully stocked in the living room instead. She needed a drink. She found a ten-year-old Scotch and poured it in a glass. There was soda in the fridge along with ice. The drink had more Scotch than soda, but she needed it. As curious as she was, she sat down with her drink and tried to contemplate all that had happened in the matter of as little as two hours. She kicked off her shoes and put her feet on the coffee table, after all, this is her house. The Scotch went down smoothly. She had a second Scotch before she grew hungry, but first, she’d take her bag to a bedroom. That would be really strange to settle into someone else’s bedroom. She left her glass on the table as she took her bag upstairs.

The stairway was grand, curving gracefully as it went to the second floor. The hallway was long but wide. It had three doors on each side, but the first set of doors was double doors. It had to be the master bedroom. She opened the door, and she wasn’t let down. It was a massive bedroom, bigger than her living room at home. It was definitely a feminine room with a large four-poster bed in the center covered in a white comforter and half-dozen pillows fluffed up. There was a white chest of drawers as well as a white dresser. To the right was a walk-in closet, the door open to reveal its massive size. It had an en suite bathroom, although the door was closed.

She put her bag on the bed as she went into the bathroom. It was as big as the walk-in closet with double sinks, a soaking tub and a glass-enclosed shower that was big enough for four people, with two sets of showerheads. Justine wondered how old Sabrina was.

She felt like an intruder as she emptied out one drawer to put her lingerie in, but she was ashamed that Sabrina’s lingerie was much nicer and sexier. Unfortunately, it wasn’t her size. She put them into a corner of the closet until she found bags she could fill to give them to charity. She pushed some of the clothes to the side so she had a corner of the closet. Like the lingerie, Sabrina’s clothes were expensive and stylish. Maybe styles stayed longer than she expected and Sabrina had them for years.

She began to explore the room. First, she went to the pictures on the dresser. There weren’t a lot of them, but they were all the same person. It had to be Sabrina, but there was nothing recent. The latest looked as though she was late forties. She was a striking woman, well dressed and a lovely body for her age. She bore a resemblance to her mother or vice versa. It was the last picture that caught her eye. There were two women in the picture, and Justine recognized the other one immediately. It was her mother with Sabrina and must’ve been before they parted company. They had to be about twenty-five, before her mother married her father. Justine could tell by the clothing. Back then, bras were pointed, and the two of them wore tight sweaters with big pointed tits. They dressed very sexily for that time period. They had this look on their faces of a happier time. Justine hoped she could find more pictures of her mother and the both of them together.

Then, it dawned on her. They looked like as though they were both the same age. How could that be, if Sabrina was her mother’s aunt? The lawyer never said that she wasn’t her great aunt, but then again, he never said she was. From what she saw just in the last few minutes, the clothes were for someone much younger, not someone in their sixties or seventies. Did my mother hide more than I thought from me? Could Sabrina be my mother’s sister? There was too much her mother never told her, but Justine was determined to find everything out. She had a free rein of the house, after all; it was hers now. The secret had to be buried here somewhere, and she had at least thirty days to find out what it was.

It also gave Justine more of a sense belonging there now. It was her aunt’s house, and that is why she left it to Justine. She must have planned this a long time before, so maybe she left other clues as to what happened between them. That is why there was the stipulation of secrecy for thirty days. It was to give her the time to find out what the reasons were. She would have to sort it out before she confronted her mother with the truth. Is that why she didn’t want me to come?

She changed her clothes into jeans and pullover. She went to the kitchen and was glad of the attorney’s thoughtfulness in stocking the kitchen. He did an excellent job. She made a sandwich and had a beer with it. She’d have to start exercising or she’d lose her figure real fast living there. With her stomach filled, she began to explore the rest of the house.

There were four more bedrooms upstairs along with a large linen closet. She got fresh sheets for her bed just to be sure that it had been made before. The house looked like it had been cleaned recently, not a drop of dust anywhere. Each bedroom had its own bathroom. They were all decorated differently but all with the same stylish flair.

Downstairs had the large living room that took up half the lower level, along with the kitchen and a large dining room. The dining room table was big enough for ten people to sit comfortably. There was a great room with a large rock fireplace that would be nice during the winter when it got cold. There was a small bedroom on the first floor, as if it was once a servants quarter. The final room was what she was searching for. It was an office, although it wasn’t a manly office or study. It had a small desk that looked as though it was an antique. There was a large bookcase on one side of the room. There was a chest of drawers. Justine sat at the desk and looked around. She felt guilty as though she was snooping, but she went through the desk drawers one by one. Most of it was business, bills, statements, tax returns, all what one might have, nothing that would reveal the real Sabrina. She didn’t know what she hoped to find, a diary maybe would be nice.

The desk yielded nothing intimate or personal, so her attention went to the dresser. It was more of the same, although there was some personal correspondence, none of it was to anyone that Justine knew, so she didn’t read it. It was too intrusive to do that. Justine wanted to find out about Sabrina’s relationship with her mother.

She spent the afternoon in the office with few results. She went to the kitchen and made herself a light dinner. The long day, excitement and plane trip started to catch up to her. She filled the soaking tub with water and bath salts and settled into a leisurely bath. She spent an hour in there before she dried off and put on her pajamas. They weren’t very sexy, but they were comfortable.

She did one last search before bed. She went through the four-drawer chest. It was the bottom drawer that she found it. It was an envelope, sealed, but it was thick. She knew that it felt like pictures. Why would they be hidden and sealed in an envelope in such an unlikely place? She didn’t rip the envelope open. She took it to the bed and lay down. She liked the suspense. She didn’t know what she’d find.

She opened the envelope, and there had to be twenty pictures, all face down. They were small, three inches by two. The first picture was Sabrina, about the same age as she was in the picture of her and her mother. She was outside, sitting on a wall, but the wall was covered with a blanket. Her arms were behind her. She had on a tie top that covered her breasts, but her stomach was naked. She wore matching shorts. Her feet were naked. The pictures were black and white, but it was more brown and yellow from age. She had a flower in her hair. That wasn’t odd, but there was a man behind her dressed in all black. He had a stocking cap over his head with holes for his eyes, nose and mouth. Sabrina didn’t smile or pose. There was a look of fear on her face.

The next picture showed the man with his hands behind her back. The following picture had her top untied and the man pulled it up, partially revealing her naked breasts beneath it. She was naked from the waist up in the next picture, but the top wasn’t pulled off her arms. It was stuffed under her neck. Were her hands tied? That was the only reason Justine could reason for him not taking the top off her. His hands crushed her breasts in the next photo. Sabrina’s lips were clenched tight as she was rudely fondled.

He opened her shorts in the next picture, and Justine could see she wore no panties beneath it. The next picture had one of his large hands inside her shorts and her legs were spread wide to accommodate him. Her shorts were gone in the next picture, but her thighs were demurely together. She wasn’t as lucky in the next picture. Her legs were spread wide, with his hands on each of her knees as he leaned over her to keep her spread wide to expose her pussy to the camera.

The next picture had his fingers pulling open the lips of her pussy to reveal her intimately to the impersonal camera. The last picture showed Sabrina as her ass rose up from the blanket. The man had his fingers inside her pussy. Three of them stretched her too wide.

Justine couldn’t understand why Sabrina would keep pictures of her being stripped naked and molested as the camera captured every sordid detail. But, the next picture was more disturbing. It was her mother, dressed in a similar outfit. There were three men this time, all in black with stocking caps on their heads. Two of the men held her arms out to the sides. The other stood to the side of her so the camera could capture every moment for posterity. The next picture showed her top being ripped from her body, catching it in mid-air as it flew off. The next picture had one of the men holding her arms behind her. He must’ve pushed harshly into the small of her back because her naked breasts were pushed out provocatively. Justine couldn’t understand why her nipples were so big and looked hard.

Her skirt was ripped off in the next picture, caught as it tore off, a brief glimpse of part of her pussy. The next picture showed her more vividly. Her legs were spread wide, but none of the men held them open. The following picture told her why. The man in front had a riding crop, and it was pushed against one of her soft thighs. Justine didn’t know if he hit her or how hard, but her mother’s face showed her anguish.

The following picture had her bent over and her naked ass pushed back with her legs spread. The riding crop was poised in her crack. It was strange to see her mother posed so intimately and lewdly. In the next picture, she was turned around to face the camera. One man held her arms behind her back and the other grabbed one leg behind the knee and yanked it up. It spread her pussy wide open for the camera to capture. Justine couldn’t believe the next photo. The handle of the whip was inside her pussy, at least three or four inches of it. It looked like a giant cock jutted out of her pussy.

She was upside down in the next picture. Her hands were freed, but she had to use them to keep her head from hitting the floor. The men were busy holding her legs, spreading her wide. It looked like the whip was swinging toward her crack and her lewdly displayed anus. The next to the last picture showed her in the same position but the whip handle was buried in her anus. The whip stood up majestically from her ass. It was bad enough that these men did this to her, but the last picture showed it was more deranged. The camera stepped back for the same picture, but it caught an audience of at least ten people, men and women, all dressed eloquently as if they went out for a night at the opera. But one woman in a black dress with pearls around her neck was on her knees in front of a man with his cock in her mouth. His hand was on her head as he guided it. Her hands were behind her back, but Justine could see that they weren’t bound. She didn’t move them voluntarily.

Justine’s hands were shaking when she put the pictures down. It shocked her, but more so because it was her mother. Did this have something to do with why they were estranged? Was the shame of this happening to each of them too much for them to face each other again? But, that didn’t ring true. If anything, having to endure this should’ve brought them together closer. After all, it wasn’t their fault. Why did Sabrina keep these pictures?

She went to bed, but after all that happened that day, she had a difficult time going to sleep. That’s what she told herself, but she didn’t believe it. She turned on the light a dozen times that night, and each time she went through the pictures. Each time she saw something new. It was 5 AM when she turned on the light again. This time, she picked up the pictures of her mother only. She knew it was wrong, but she still wasn’t able to comprehend that this was really her mother when she was young. It was what was done to her that she looked at with such detail. One hand held each picture, but the other slipped her pajama bottom down. She spread her legs wide as though she was forced to. By the time she got to the picture of the woman with a riding crop inside her pussy, her fingers stroked her wet pussy with such passion. When she took the last picture of the woman with a riding crop pushed inside her ass, Justine released the picture although she continued to stare at it. With one hand stroking her pussy, she pushed a finger up against her anus for the first time. When she came, she felt her anal muscles clench on her finger that was pushed into her rectum as her pussy clung to the fingers that were pushed inside. She was ashamed that she came while looking at the pictures, but even when she woke up in the morning, her curiosity took to the pictures once again.





Chapter 3


Masked Man



She might have slept erratically, but she was still refreshed. It was the first day of her new life. She went down and had two cups of coffee. That jolted her. Since she was new to the neighborhood, she’d have to dress better than she cared to. She’d need new clothes. She’d go to the attorney and talk to his receptionist to find out the many details she needed to know to run a large house. She wouldn’t have to do the work, all she had to do was arrange and pay for it. Once she got that going, it should run smoothly without much interference by her. She didn’t know what she was going to do for thirty days, but she still wanted to dig deeper into the mystery of her mother and aunt. It took a twisted turn the day before, and she wanted to see where it led. She couldn’t deny that it excited her. She never saw anything like those pictures, at least in real life, only in some porn DVD.

Hertz called before the attendant came to pick up the car. After he left, Justine walked around outside. She hadn’t seen a garage attached to the house, and as she went into the back yard, she knew why. There was a large garage, if you could call it that. It was as big as most of the houses in Mason Cove. There were eight garage doors. The attorney did say cars, but Justine didn’t expect this. On the counter in the kitchen were four garage door openers. She took one of them and hoped that it was universal to all he doors. They weren’t regular openers. They had buttons on it, eight of them set for each door.

She got lucky on the first one. It was a black Mercedes AMG SL63. The two-seater was gorgeous, and Justine knew she had her love. But the other choices were just as compelling. She found a black Mercedes AMG SL63 sedan. It would be nice when she had more than one person to take along. The other cars were a collection of vintage models, including a 1967 Chevelle 396 in mint condition. It looked like it just came off the showroom floor. There was a pickup truck that had just about every feature allowed on it. She doubted that many had more than a few miles on them. Sabrina must have loved cars.

She got in the SL63 and the engine roared to life. She looked at the mileage, one thousand two miles. She backed out of the garage and closed the door. She set the navigation system to the lawyer’s office and headed off. The guard looked at her as she exited. It didn’t take long to get to the lawyer’s office.

“Good morning, Ms. Richter. I’m sorry, but Mr. Poller won’t be in today.”

“Actually, I came to see you. Mr. Poller said you could help me if I need anything.” Then, she realized she didn’t know her name. “What is your name?”

“I’m Buffy.” She saw that look she always got. “Yes, my mother was a big fan of Buffy.”

“I’m Justine and got some of the same thing when I was in high school and the boys found out about the book Justine.”

“Yes, the Marquis de Sade is almost as bad as Buffy and Spike. What can I help you with?”

“Everything.” Justine began to ask all about the details of the maintenance of the house. There were a dozen people that did it, and she was glad she had a cleaning service that came twice a week. She wouldn’t have to do anything. Buffy was efficient. She already had a list of them all with the contact information as well as their costs.

“I can continue paying everything through the office as I did with Sabrina. She didn’t like to handle the mundane jobs.”

“Yes, could you? That would be so much of a help.”

“I’ll need for you to authorize me to pay from the account we opened for you for at least the first thirty days until everything is officially transferred to you. Just sign here.”

“Tell me about the stores in Mason Cove.”

“There is a gourmet market, Gelstons, that sells the finer things that most want, but they don’t have a lot of the basic necessities. But, they deliver. The grocery store has the basics, but most find Amazon pantry and groceries an excellent source with little bother. We have excellent chefs at our disposal if you have a dinner party or anytime you want a gourmet meal without the fuss. I know this will take a bit of getting used to, but you have adequate wealth to allow you these luxuries of life. Your money generates a steady stream of earnings.” She handed her the list of stores for grocery shopping to her.

“How about finding suitable clothes? My wardrobe seems to be lacking of what the neighbors might consider appropriate.”

“Most of the people that live in the gated community buy their clothes at Madam Tourseau’s. She has a large shop right outside the guard gate. It’s hidden by design. You should call ahead of time to make sure that she’s available, but she’ll make herself available any time of day or night. I think you’ll find that she carries everything you want and some things you’ll need. She’s very discreet.”

They talked about the other things she might need in the next thirty days. By the time they finished, almost two hours had passed. “Can I take you to lunch for all the help you gave me, Buffy?”

“Yes, I’d love that. Give me a minute to close up the office and transfer the phone to my cell.”

Buffy locked the door to the office. “Just the car I thought you’d select.” The top was down on the Mercedes.

“It’s a great car. Where do we go for lunch?”

“Do you like Italian?”

“Love it.”

“Marcello’s is just up the street. The food is to die for and the service is excellent.”

“I’m going to get fat living like this.”

“You’ll have to find a way to burn calories. Sex burns lots of calories, and with that body, you’ll have no trouble finding men.”

“Here?”

“Yes, here. It might be different, but be open to whatever is offered.”

Did Buffy know something that I don’t? The conversation was ended as they pulled in front of the restaurant. She didn’t notice it when she drove into town the first time, a higher caliber than the other restaurants that were no more than diners.

“Two for lunch, Buffy?” Marcello asked Buffy.

“Yes.”

“Welcome, Ms. Richter. I hope you’ll enjoy our food and you’ll visit us again.”

“Justine will be fine, Marcello.”

The restaurant wasn’t crowded, and they got a table next to the window. Marcello was attentive, and they were never without anything. The food was excellent and the conversation was nice. Buffy was younger than Justine but lived in Roanoke, a much bigger city. By the time they were finished eating, Justine was full. She’d go home and take a walk. She’d find some new clothes and check out Gelstons in the morning. She didn’t want to keep Buffy from work, so she dropped her off at the office and thanked her for her help.

She slowed down at the gate, and as the guard promised, the gate raised up without her doing anything. She’d forgotten to look for the clothing store, but she needed to walk off lunch. She put the car in the garage and stopped inside the house to change her clothes. She hoped she wouldn’t meet anyone as she put on a pair of shorts and a halter-top along with her sneakers.

She didn’t know how big her yard was, but all she could see was woods. She was on a hill and could see Mason Cove below, but very few other houses in the gated community were visible. Sabrina’s house looked like it was the highest house on the mountain. She’d have to be careful that she didn’t get lost. She wasn’t the outdoorsy type. She found a path and followed it. Someone, maybe Sabrina, walked in the woods for exercise also. It was nice out in the woods, not as buggy as she expected, which was good. It was almost an hour before she turned back. She felt much better now that the food went down and her shorts didn’t feel as tight. She was almost back to the house when she saw it, not more than a hundred yards from the garage. It was some type of building, not a barn or garage, but similar to it, some sort of shed but not as tall or long. She’d stop to see what was inside it.

She was almost there when she saw him. He came out of nowhere. He didn’t look threatening or she felt safe, not sure which. He was probably the gardener. He must have arrived while she was out walking. Everything was so neat and meticulously kept that he had to come more than once a week to keep it that way. “Hello, I’m Justine, the new owner,” she said to him when he was within a few feet from her.

The next few seconds were jumbled and confusing. He was behind her without saying a word. He grabbed both of her arms behind her elbows and yanked them behind her back. She stumbled but fell back into his arms. Before she could cry out, a hand was pushed over her mouth and she couldn’t breathe. She tried to regain her footing and kick out, but he was strong and yanked her feet off the ground as her body pushed against him.

“What a sweet piece of ass.” He whistled before he said it. When he yanked her backward, her tits stuck out so nicely and her shorts were stretched across her pussy like a second skin. She struggled fiercely, so he had to get her inside quickly to keep her from escaping, otherwise he’d be in trouble.

He let go of her mouth as he dragged her to the building. She kicked out and pushed against the sides of the doorway to keep him from dragging her inside. “Help! Let me go! Help!” She was powerless as he dragged her inside. The room had wooden walls and was empty except for what hung from the center of the room. She could smell the fresh-cut wood. There was a beam that hung from two black chains attached at each end. From the bottom of the beam were ropes that hung down, and the end of them had black leather cuffs attached to them. The snaps were all shiny and new. It scared her that he didn’t hide his face. Would he kill me? So far, he hadn’t molested her, but she feared why he wanted her bound.

He tossed her around like a rag doll as she struggled, and she grew tired. Her arms felt like Jell-O. He yanked them up in the air with one hand and pinned them with ease. He pulled her against his body, and her fear increased when she felt an erection push against her and it moved violently in excitement. “NO! Don’t do that!” She felt one of the straps go around her wrist and tightened. It dug into her flesh, but he already grabbed her other wrist. He had to release her body as he dragged her other wrist far to the other side. The strap waited for her, and she was secured to it with little trouble. Her arms were stretched high over her head and spread wide. She lost sight of him, but she felt her wrists yanked up higher until she had to get on her toes to ease the ache in her shoulders, as they carried all the weight of her swinging body.

He stood in front of her, looking at her lean body stretched out so nicely. He rubbed his cock. He’d never been this hard before. But, he wouldn’t touch her. That was the order. He turned and left her, closing the door behind him. Even if she screamed as loud as she could, the building was soundproof and the nearest neighbor was too far away to hear.

She was left alone, but she didn’t know if that was good or bad. Is he coming back with more men? Will he leave me alone and never return? Is he in my house ransacking it?

It didn’t take long to get there after he got the phone message. He was already dressed for the occasion and his cock was excited.

She heard a noise outside, and her heart started to race. The door opened slowly and a man entered, but she wasn’t saved. She turned sideways to try to escape, but the ropes held her arms tight. He didn’t say a word as he walked around her, but she saw it in his hands, a riding crop and metal cuffs on a chain. If that wasn’t enough to reveal his intentions, the black stocking cap that was pulled over his head with holes for his eyes, nose and mouth struck fear in her. It wasn’t lost on her that the pictures of her mother and Sabrina both had a man dressed with a similar disguise and instruments. By the look of his hands, he was older, but he was in good shape, a flat stomach and the pullover he wore showed the muscles in his arms. She was ashamed that her eyes drew down until she saw the bulge in his pants, but she turned away from it immediately when she saw the bulge. “Please, let me go!” Her voice trembled. He came closer to her, and he dropped the cuffs, but he held the riding crop in front of him like a sword.

He saw her try to get away from him, but the ropes held her arms and she swung back and forth in a limited circle. He grabbed her hair to control her head, and then, he moved his hand over her mouth and yanked her head back. “Behave and I wouldn’t hurt you,” he warned her in a gruff voice. Her feet moved as though she could get away when he started to outline her body with the riding crop. He ran it over her naked stomach and then up over her breasts. With her head pulled back, her breasts were jutted out in front of her and the halter could barely contain them. He knew they were naked beneath it. He traced the riding crop over her full breasts and pushed hard when he came to her nipples. When he pulled the crop away, there were two large bumps on her chest where her nipples had sprung to life. That was a good sign.

She couldn’t escape his touch as the riding crop ran over her belly and then outlined her breasts. She was forced to push them out as though she wanted him to do it, and she felt a strange tingle in her nipples when the riding crop ran over them. It wasn’t a harsh touch. It was almost a caress, and her nipples responded to the touch. She wished she could will them not to be so hard and protruding. She was glad when he let go of her hair and let her breathe again, but then, the riding crop ran over her face.

“Lift up your head,” he ordered her as the riding crop tapped beneath her chin until she obeyed. Then, he let the crop fondle her face and over her lips.

She expected the crop to be hard, but the leather was soft and supple as it touched her face. Her lips trembled as he ran over them. Then, he pulled it away and moved behind her.

“Stand up straight,” he demanded as he went behind her and his hands slipped over her naked belly but then slid up over her breasts. He pulled her up higher. “Get on your toes.” He saw her lean body stretch out. “Keep that pose.” He rubbed his cock on her firm ass.

He moved next to her again, and one hand went to her belly as the other hand moved to the back of her neck. She felt him open the knot, and the fabric relaxed. His hand slid the top of the halter down and exposed her breasts. He pushed the top beneath them and left it there as his eyes stared at her naked breasts.

“Arch your back and stick those lovely tits out for me,” he demanded. The riding crop slid across her back until she obeyed.

She posed for him provocatively, pushing her naked breasts out until they pointed in the air. He moved behind her once again, and this time, his hands slid up her naked sides and then cupped her breasts. “No, no,” she cried out as his hands fondled her with impunity. His fingers sought out her hardened nipples, but his touch was soft at first and that provoked them more.

“How do you like a stranger’s hands taking possession of your body?” He pushed his cock up against her ass and felt the pleasure of her ass rub his cock.

She couldn’t do anything but stare down as his hands pushed her naked breasts up and his fingers traced across her nipples. He squeezed her breasts, and his touch became harsher, but that did little to dampen the hardness of her nipples. He plucked at her nipples. Strong fingers dug into the tips and twisted them as he stretched them. Her nipples became gnarled beneath his fingers. The more he touched them, the harder they became, shaming her with her arousal. He suddenly deserted, but it was worse when she saw him take a small camera out of his pocket.

“Arch your back and stick out your tits for me.” She blushed a pretty pink, but her breasts rose up and pushed out as he clicked a picture.

He was next to her again, but this time, he pushed her partly sideways as he got behind her. There was no doubt as to why he did that. She instantly felt him push his erection into her buttocks as his hands held her hips. He made her dance from side to side as her buttocks rubbed on his erection and made it jump uncontrollably. “NO, NOOO!” She panicked when he went to the front of her shorts. He opened the button with little trouble and then eased the zipper down. She felt his fingers push into the top of her shorts as he readied to take them off.

“I bet you never thought you’d feel strange hands in your pants to take them off,” his voice was excited as his hands slid inside her shorts and peeled them over her hips. Once they got over her hips, they slid easily to her ankles. He had to pull his cock from her ass but only for a second. When he pushed back, only her thin panties covered her ass, although he’d hoped for a thong. He felt her buttocks contract and tighten, but the muscles moving made his cock jerk excitedly. He pulled away from her but only so he could use his hands to explore her body. She only had a pair of panties cover her buttocks, but they didn’t hide much. They were pulled tightly over her mound, and he couldn’t help but notice her slit.

“No, don’t,” she cried out in panic when he pulled down her shorts and they fell at her feet to trap her ankles. She couldn’t kick at him now, but then, she realized that she never tried before. He never bound her ankles together, the cuffs still sat on the floor. His hands began to run over her body. First, they slid across her belly, but then, they went to her leg, and with a sharp snap, he slapped her inner thigh in spite of her legs being tightly together. He caught just enough of the tender flesh to make it sting. She waited and she expected him to touch her pussy, but he backed away. It grew worse when he picked up the riding crop again.

He tapped under her chin until her head rose up and that drew her body up tight. He slipped the crop behind her and tapped harshly in the small of her back. “Stick those tits out. Keep your head up. You have a lovely body, and you should show it off.” He turned her to the side so he could admire her ass. It felt good against his cock. “Nice ass.” He tapped the crop on her lower back before he gave her a sharp slap on her buttocks.

“EEEEHHH!” She cried out more in surprise than pain when he whipped her buttocks. It stung, but for some reason, it was more of a tingle between her legs than pain that shot to her brain.

“You do what I say, or I’ll whip that lovely ass.” He turned her around until she faced forward once again. He pushed against her ass as his hands went to her sides. He felt her cringe when he touched her, but she couldn’t do anything but push back erotically and pleasurably against his cock. “I want to see that pussy.” He made his cock jump against her buttocks. It took little effort to slip her panties off. He yanked them down unceremoniously, and they slipped to her ankles with little trouble. He moved in front of her. With his hands on her waist, he turned her so he could admire her pussy. “Did you trim your pussy for me?” He teased her. He saw her clench her thighs together tighter, as if that would do any good.

She was completely naked, and she couldn’t do anything about it. He knelt at her feet, and he lifted each foot and slipped her shorts and panties off. The cuffs were still there, and she expected him to put them on her ankles, but he walked to the dark side of the room. She couldn’t turn enough to see what he did, but she heard clanging and a loud thud. When he came back in sight, she saw it. He didn’t want her ankles bound together with the cuffs. He had a large wooden beam that was over three feet long. On the end of each was a large metal C bracket with a leather strap going from one side of the opening to the other. He put the beam in front of her feet. She struggled when he grabbed one ankle and pulled it over, but it didn’t do any good. He was strong and he hadn’t tried to spread her legs yet. He pushed her ankle into the bracket, and she felt the leather strap cinched tight. “No, don’t spread my legs!” The words sounded as obscene as what he was going to do.

He looked up between her legs as he grabbed her other ankle. She fought him, but he held firm without spreading her until she grew tired. That wasn’t long. He pulled her ankle to the opposite side, and he didn’t stop until he could slide her ankle into the bracket. That got a groan out of her when she was spread wide. He made short work of cinching the leather strap. When he looked back up, her pussy lips were pulled apart to reveal her pink insides.

He was behind her once again, and this time, she felt his erection on her naked buttocks. At least his cock was still in his pants, but with her legs spread so wide, she felt his bulge pushed between her cheeks. She clenched her buttocks, but it was too late. It only trapped his erection as if she wanted to feel his cock there. She relaxed them in surrender. He saw that as encouragement and began to hump her ass like a stray dog, but it was disconcerting to feel his rough pants push his erection against her anus. She never thought of her anus being an erogenous zone, but after masturbating and cumming the night before with her finger in her rectum as she looked at the picture of her mother with a riding crop jutting out her anus, she had a newfound appreciation for the delicate hole.

His hands cupped her breasts and rubbed over her nipples. “You say no, but your body says yes,” as he pinched them until they grew harder. His hands slid down her front, over her belly until he could run his fingers through the fine hair of her mound. When he found her pussy lips, she pushed her ass back on his cock with such delight. That encouraged him, running his fingers along her slit until he gripped each side of her lips and pulled them back. He had to pinch hard, her lips oily. He was glad that she was wet, although he wasn’t surprised.

She couldn’t stop squirming as he pinched her pussy lips and yanked her open. She couldn’t understand the way her anus went into spasms as his cock slid over it. His pants scratched her naked hole, but it wasn’t pain she felt. Her buttocks clenched and unclenched uncontrollably as though she wanted to milk his cock.

He would love to free his cock to rub on her naked ass, but he doubted that he could contain his lust if he got the feel of her anus on his cock. He slid a finger between her lips and began to explore her intimately. His finger rode easily on her wetness. And her ass slid against his cock with pleasure.

She humped his ass as if she was in heat, but she couldn’t stop the pleasure that built up in her body. He was good at bringing her pleasure in spite of her trying hard not to succumb to his charm. She shamefully wet his finger as he explored every inch of her intimately, but when he pushed a finger inside her, it still surprised her. She rose up on her toes as if she could escape it, but he only followed her up. His cock jerked enthusiastically against her anus, sending deep tremors into the depths of her bowels. Unnatural thoughts popped into her head. His finger wormed its way inside her pussy, and then, there were two fingers. He stretched her when he pulled them apart, but that didn’t dampen her pleasure.

With two fingers of one hand inside her pussy, his other hand sought out her clit. It was easy to find it. It stood out like a tiny cock, hard and throbbing without so much as a touch to urge it out of hiding. He began to rub the very tip of it and soon had her dancing on his cock with such enthusiasm.

“Don’t, please don’t,” she cried out but with little conviction in her tone. He was going to make her cum, and there was little she could do to stop it or want to do to stop it. She’d cum by her own hand the night before, but that was never as good as it was by someone else. She should be ashamed that she was aroused by being stripped, spread and bound, but that’s what made it so arousing. She hated that it was done by a stranger, but he was an expert at driving an orgasm from her body.

With three fingers inside her, she was ready. “Can you cum for me?” he taunted her. He began to pinch her clit and force her to shove back on his cock. If she kept it up much longer, he’d cum in his pants.

She was too ashamed to admit it, but she came explosively from his words. It was as though he controlled her body’s every pleasure. She exploded, and she felt the shameful wetness soak his fingers. He continued to finger her, but they sloshed noisily inside her soaked pussy. It was as though she came like a man. The pleasure raced through her body, exploding in her nipples, but it was the way she felt her anal muscles tighten along with her pussy muscles that gripped his fingers. It was as though she wanted to clench on a cock in her ass. He wouldn’t let her orgasm stop, taking her from one plateau to another. He pulled, twisted and rubbed her clit while her pussy gripped his fingers tight to keep them from leaving.

“Yes, keep cumming for me,” he urged her. His cock was rock hard, and he’d need relief when he got home. It had been a while since any women came that long and hard for him. She was certainly exceptional.

If she weren’t bound by her arms, she would have fallen to the ground. Every muscle in her body felt like mush. The orgasm had drained her. He finally pulled his fingers from her pussy, but she regretted that they were gone. Her clit felt like it was rubbed raw, but it was a pleasurable pain she felt. He pulled his rock-hard cock away from her ass, but his wet hand slid between her cheeks. With her legs spread wide, she couldn’t do anything when she felt a wet finger run over her anus. “EEEHHH!” She cried out when the finger forced its way past her sphincter and pushed hard against the muscles in her rectum. The finger left as fast as it entered her, but it left behind a feeling that it still wormed its way inside her rectum. She didn’t know if that was a ghost feeling or a wish.

He untied her wrists from the cuffs, but he left immediately. It would take a while for her to get her legs loose. He’d grabbed her shorts but only to put the paper in her pocket when she wasn’t looking.

He was gone, and she was left naked and partially bound in the building. It took a while to get out of the straps on her ankles, and she was thankful to put her legs together once again. She dressed quickly, and she couldn’t help but feel the wetness between her legs. Her panties would be soaked by the time she got home.

By the time she got home, she’d thought about what she should do. She was bound and sexually attacked, yet there was something more to it than that. He never fucked her although he had had the opportunity and the desire to do it. One man had captured her, but he never touched her. It was as though this was preplanned. What was its purpose? If I called the police, I’d have to either lie to them about what happened or admit that he made me cum. Once I start lying, I’d be afraid that I’d never be able to keep the lies and truth separate. If I told the truth, how could I say that I was forced if I came by him?





Chapter 4


Hidden Passage



She took a shower and that was her decision. The shower destroyed any evidence of what had happened. She didn’t know what the deciding factor was, but there were too many unanswered questions and mysteries in this strange new town and her mother’s past.

She felt good after the shower. There were some marks on her wrists and ankles, but nothing that wouldn’t disappear in a day or so. She put on a skirt and pullover. She wanted to look respectable when she went to buy some clothes. The hamper in the bathroom was empty, so she could use it for her dirty clothes. She checked the pockets of her shorts before she threw them in the hamper. That is when she found the piece of paper. It was printed with a few simple words. Check for the book, Justine, in the study. It was strange. How did it get there? She was positive it wasn’t there when she put them on, so it had to be one of the two strangers that bound her. Obviously, they knew more about her than she suspected.

She hadn’t looked carefully at any of the books, but this got her interest. She went downstairs to Sabrina’s office. It took only a few minutes to find the book. It was old, the binding torn from age, but when she tried to pull it out carefully, something happened. It was as if it was glued to the bookshelf. She struggled to pull on it, and finally, the top of it began to pull out, but the bottom stayed put.

“CCREEAKKK!”

The sudden movement and noise made her jump, especially after the surprises she had heaped upon her so far that day. The paneled wall to the right of the bookcase began to open. It creaked in fits and starts, but finally, it was at a right angle to the wall. Inside it was dark. She didn’t know if she should go in or not after what happened so far. Is someone waiting for me inside? Sabrina had a secret, and someone wanted her to know what it was. Justine wanted to know, also. She reached inside the doorway and found it. She flicked the light switch, and the room lit up, but it wasn’t what she expected. The lights were strange, shaped like torches that lined the walls, but the flames that flickered were electric. That should’ve given her a hint on the rest of the room, but Justine was naïve. It was nothing she expected. It looked just like a dungeon, down to the stone floor and the devices that littered the floor. She didn’t have to know much about dungeons to know what a pillory looked like. Two of them in the room, one stood upright and the other forced a body to almost lie on it. All had holes for the limbs and leather straps waited to bind them tight.

Chains hung down from the ceiling, just like the ones in the building outside. All had leather or steel manacles dangling from the ends. One wall was organized with pegs, and each peg held a whip, paddle or some other instrument that had only one purpose—to cause pain. There was what looked like a large sawhorse, but it was bolted to the floor. The sides of it rose up and met in the center where a board loomed high, but it wasn’t flat. It was sharpened to a point. The sides and front of the horse had leather cuffs. It took her a minute to understand its purpose. A body, preferably female would ride the horse, split up the middle by the pointed plank. Bound, the slightest movement would be excruciating.

There was a large cross, shaped in an X that was parallel to the ground. It was bolted to the floor and there were straps in the front and back to secure a body to it. Face up or down, the body would be spread wide and left defenseless.

There were other steel or wood frames that Justine couldn’t fathom. All were littered with leather straps. On a table were other instruments, a combination of pain and pleasure devices. She easily recognized vibrators and dildos, but these were exotic in shape and texture. Some were thin with bulbous heads at the end, others were thick and had ridges or nodules, not sure if they were soft or harsh. She’d seen nipple clamps before but never felt them. There were many different types, and they all looked painful. There were leather gloves, but many of them were strange, the inside palms littered with tacks or studs that pushed out to sharp points. There was an electrical machine with gauges, buttons and rods that were connected by wires. Justine knew that those would be painful if administered on the delicate parts of the body.

Justine couldn’t fathom what Sabrina was in to or that her mother might have had the same inclinations. She found a fascination in being bound by a stranger and forced to cum under his hand. Could what my mother and Sabrina had been hereditary? Did I have dark, deep-seated desires that I know nothing about? Could it be the same thing that drew them together that shoved them apart?

Justine knew that she hadn’t heard from the stranger for the last time. It was only the beginning, but she wasn’t sure what it was the beginning of. But, this was a good place to start. Everything she saw scared her but also intrigued her. She’d read the history books about the past where these types of things went on, but the people were unwilling participants. Could there be people that willingly subjected themselves to such things? Was it possible to find pleasure in the pain of submission?

Justine began to investigate what was in the room. Her eyes were drawn immediately to the sawhorse. She was afraid of the pillories and getting stuck in them, and some of the others required that she be bound to them. The sawhorse had straps to bind someone to it, but she knew the difficult part was getting on it and staying still. She ran her fingers along the edge. It was sharp, not sharp enough to cut flesh, but would be extremely uncomfortable if not excruciatingly painful. She took her skirt off. Her thong hugged her mound and left her ass naked. She ran her hand over the edge one last time before she straddled it.

On her toes, her crotch was poised over it, but she knew that her toes would cramp soon enough. The sides of the horse didn’t bow out very far, but it still left her legs spread wide enough. She took a deep breath and then slowly lowered her body down. Her toes got relief, but it was short-lived when she felt the hard, imposing wooden peak touch her crotch. As soon as her weight began to settle on the edge, the horse came alive. She hadn’t expected that. Her weight seemed to have triggered something in the horse. The sides of the horse that bowed out began to push out wider. Common sense should’ve told her to get off, but she didn’t. As the sides bowed out wider, it forced her legs to spread, and that drew her weight down on the edge. It was a never-ending cycle that continued. Her legs spread wider to make her crotch ache, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of the wooden ridge that pushed hard into the soft folds of her pussy. It was as if the horse had a mind of its own. The ridge pushed back her pussy lips with such precision so it could find soft, inner flesh. Her thong did little to cushion it. As her legs spread wider, her toes could no longer touch the ground. All of her weight was centered on the ridge that split her pussy up the middle. All of her attention was drawn between her legs.

Then something else happened. The back end of the horse began to rise up. It was as if it anticipated everything she did. Her body began to slide forward, and her ass began to rise up. With her legs spreading wider, her cheeks parted and her pussy opened up. The ridge pushed harder into her pussy until it felt as though it bruised her when it pushed roughly into her pelvic bone. Her body began to lie forward, and she had no choice but to stretch her arms out in front of her. She reached and she found them. Her hands grabbed the straps and held them tight, as if she were bound in them. It was disconcerting as her body was pulled forward as her ass rose up higher.

It didn’t take long before she felt it, but she should’ve realized it sooner. Her clit was crushed beneath the weight of her body and the angle she was positioned in. It hurt, but it was a strange hurt. The ridge was tight between her lips all the way to her clit. It was wedged in so tight that her lips were pulled back so the ridge could attack all of the soft folds of her inner lips. She had tremors in her anus. It was spread wide, as if it opened up for something to enter her. She pushed her feet back until she could touch the straps that were there. Her thighs tightened and gripped the sides of the horse as if she didn’t want it to let it go.

She knew what she had to do. Her crotch was on fire, and the inanimate horse had her posed lewdly with her anal orifice exposed and open. It was like the stranger that controlled her body. She could’ve got off anytime she wanted, but there would only one way for her now. She’d have to ride the horse and cum, leaving behind her wetness in tribute. She began to hump the ridge. It rubbed up and down her slit, but all Justine could think about was that she should’ve taken her thong off so that her she could feel the ridge on her naked flesh. She struggled to ride the ridge. Her clit was crushed and rubbed harshly, but she felt her thong get soaked. How could I get pleasure in this?

She was sweating as she struggled to ride the horse to her climax. It took all of her strength. She didn’t understand how the pain and the pleasure began to mix until she couldn’t tell the difference. She was sure that her clit was bruised, but somehow, the pleasure began to build in her body. She pushed back with her ass and made her anus open wider. Her hips were frenzied as she rubbed on the hard, demanding ridge. It sliced up her pussy like a knife, but it was pure pleasure that raced through her body as she surrendered. The horse had taken her, and now, she was getting her reward.

She came like nothing before. It hurt all the way deep into her body, but at the same time, she felt the pleasure explode in her body. She could feel the wetness soak her thong as it rubbed on the harsh wood to stain it with her juices. She humped and cried out as the orgasm raced through her body. She rode the ridge until her body was exhausted. Her breathing was ragged as she struggled to fill her lungs.

She could barely climb off the horse. As she did, the sides of it pushed in and the back went back down toward the floor until the front and back was level once again. She saw the stains on the wood of her shameful pleasure. She was sure her pussy would hurt the next day, but for now, she relished the afterglow she felt. How could I cum like this twice in one day?

She put her skirt on and left the room. She pushed the book back in, and the door closed to hide its secrets. Justine knew that she’d be back soon to investigate it more. The horse had taught her a valuable lesson about herself and revealed more of what her aunt was like or maybe her mother, too.

She changed her thong to go out. It was too wet. She put the address for Madam Tourseau in the navigation system. As soon as she passed the guard shack, the woman’s voice rang out in the car. “Take a right in one hundred feet, eighty, sixty, forty, twenty, now.”

There wasn’t a sign or anything to designate the street, although it was a well-paved street. It turned to the right and ended in front of a modern building. There was a small gold plaque with her name on it. Obviously, Madam Tourseau never read anything about advertising or she was just that good that people sought her out. Justine suspected the latter.

The inside of the store was large and well furnished with chairs, an expresso machine and a wine bar.

“Welcome, Ms. Richter. I’ve been expecting you, and from your attire, it’s about time.”

“Madam Tourseau. I’ve heard good things about you.” Justine didn’t think she dressed that bad, but in this neighborhood, maybe she was correct.

“Of course you did, dear. Let’s start with lingerie. Go into the dressing room and take off all your clothes. I’ll bring you some things to try on.”

Justine never bought clothes like this before, but Madam Tourseau came highly recommended and Justine could afford the level of service she provided. She began to enjoy being pampered and have anything and everything she wanted. Justine took off her clothes and waited. The curtain opened, startling her for a second, but Madam Tourseau had her hands filled with lingerie.

“There are five different sets. Put each one on and come out and let me see how they fit.” She walked out without waiting for an answer.

Not even Victoria’s Secret’s lingerie was as nice as these. The material was so soft and fragile. The first set was a French bikini bottom with a matching bra, but it was so thin that her nipples pushed the front out blatantly. It had deep cleavage. She didn’t know how Madam Tourseau did it, but it fit her perfectly. It didn’t feel like material but a second skin. She walked out, and then, she was startled when she saw him next to Madam Tourseau. He sat in an armchair with a glass of wine beside him. He was a distinguished gentleman with graying hair, about fifty or so, fine build and big blue eyes. He had a smile on his face as he saw her, and those big blue eyes stared at her. Then, she realized that she was half naked.

Madam Tourseau caught her as she tried to turn around and go back in, a pink blush on her body. She didn’t expect that from her. With a body like she had, there should be no shyness about openly displaying it to any man. “Don’t leave, Ms. Richter. This is Mr. Hill. He lives near you. His wife is coming in for clothes, and he’s arrived a bit early. He volunteered to give his opinion on your selections. He has very good taste, and he’s discreet.”

She stood there in the lingerie, and she felt so naked.

“That looks lovely on her. Such a magnificent body, but I must say that she shouldn’t have that bra. I suspect that her breasts have no need for support, and it’s a sin to cover them up needlessly.”

Madam Tourseau unhooked the bra with ease and pushed it down Justine’s arms. He expected her to resist, but the bra fell to the ground and her arms stayed at her sides, although her hands were clenched in fists.

His cock rose to the occasion when he saw her firm breasts stand up so majestically. Her areolas were a light brown, but she had big pink nipples which hardened with little stimulus. “Yes, Ms. Richter, no bra for you until gravity begins to work against you. There is nothing more beautiful than the gentle sway of unencumbered breasts beneath your clothing.”

She didn’t know why she couldn’t move as she stood before a strange man in just tight-fitting panties. He admired her as he sat there sipping a glass of wine as if it was the most normal thing to do.

“Turn around and let me see how the panties fit in the back, Ms. Richter.” He wasn’t surprised when she did it. That was a good sign.

At least with her back to him she didn’t have to look at his face, but then, he said it.

“Bend over so I can see how they look when they pull over your buttocks.”

It was obscene and depraved, but she did it. She bent over, and her panties pulled tightly over her ass. She kept her thighs together, but it felt like he could see her pussy from behind. She waited.

“She has a very lovely backside, like her breasts her buttocks are firm and full. A thong would look lovely, but sometimes less revealing is sexier. Would you clench and unclench your buttocks for me, Ms. Richter?” Mr. Hill waited for her response.

She couldn’t believe that she did it, but her buttocks clenched tight, and then, she released them. She felt a wetness in her pussy as her pussy muscles also clenched tightly as if she sought out a lover’s cock inside her. How could I do such a thing? I came twice today, and yet, I’m wet once again. It is as if my sexual appetite is insatiable.

“Try on each of the others, Ms. Richter.”

Justine raced back to the safety of the dressing room, but she didn’t pause, taking off the French panties and putting on the next pair without the bra. She took a deep breath as she walked out. This time, she felt the shameful way her naked breasts undulated as if she teased Mr. Hill with her half-naked body. This pair of panties was very low cut, and as she bent over once again by Mr. Hill’s request, she was sure the top of her crack was revealed.

The next pair of panties was almost transparent, and as she bent over, she heard a new request.

“Spread your legs apart, Ms. Richter. It bunches the panties when your legs are clenched so tight.”

Everything was on display when she did that, including the fact there was probably a wet spot on the panties that he could see. She couldn’t help it. She posed provocatively for him, and she obeyed his every instruction, no matter how exposed she was. She didn’t know why she did it.

The last pair was cheeky panties that left both of her buttocks exposed, but at least it wasn’t as exposed as a thong. When she bent over for him, she could feel the panties push between her crack and rub on her anus with a strange tremor.

“Spread your legs wider and bend over deeper. Grab your ankles with your hands,” Mr. Hill ordered her.

It felt like the panties pulled from her body when she got into that pose. The blood rushed to her head as her hair hung down. Her legs were spread wider, and she was positive that her pussy peeked out from behind, but she held the pose until he told her otherwise.

“Come over here, Ms. Richter. It looks like that pair of panties bunched up.” Mr. Hill sat forward in the chair as she turned around and walked over to him. She stood before him, half naked. “Spread your legs wider, Ms. Richter.”

She couldn’t believe she did it each time he told her to spread her legs. It was surreal as she obeyed without question. She looked down, and her body shivered when he ran his finger along the edge of her panties.

“I think they bunch too much here, Madam Tourseau.” He put his hand inside the edge of her panties and ran them from the top to her crotch. Her body trembled beneath his touch.

The juices flowed freely from her pussy. His fingers were inside the edge of her panties, and they ran over stray hairs as they rode up and down. She wished that he’d push them in deeper when he got to her crotch, but she was left wet and disappointed. He made her turn around, and he explored the edge of her panties in the back just as he did in the front.

“Bend over deep again,” he instructed her.

His fingers pushed in so close she was sure they touched her crack and came so close to her anus without actually touching it as she desired.

“Keep every pair except for this one, Madam Tourseau. I don’t think she’d be comfortable in them,” Mr. Harris told Madam Tourseau.

Just then, the door opened and Justine thought that more men were coming in and would see her naked. She was relieved it was a woman. She was exquisite. She thought it might be Mr. Hill’s wife, but this woman wasn’t a day over thirty. She walked over to them.

She leaned over him and kissed his cheek. “Have you been waiting long, dear?”

“No, not very long. I’ve been helping Ms. Richter in her selection. She’s new to our community,” Mr. Harris answered his wife.

“I hope to see you at some of our functions, Ms. Richter. It’s nice to have fresh faces and bodies, and yours is exceptional. It’ll be a nice addition.” She turned to her husband. “Come, dear, you can help me pick out some new clothes while Madam Tourseau helps Ms. Richter. I’m sure they can do it without your help.”

“It’s good to meet you, Mrs. Hill.” It was strange that she was meeting the neighbors while she was almost completely naked. They walked off and left her alone with Madam Tourseau.

“I’ll bring you some outfits now that we have your lingerie selected.”

It was two hours before they finished with a break in between so Madam Tourseau could help Mrs. Hill. There wasn’t anything unusual about the rest of the day, but Justine couldn’t put her displaying her almost-naked body so immodestly to Mr. Hill out of her head. It was as if it didn’t really happen, yet every detail was etched in her brain. She couldn’t wait to go home, for she knew she had to masturbate once again.

“If you need anything special, feel free to contact me. I can supply your every need and want,” Madam Tourseau told her as she left.

“What do you mean ‘special’?”

“You’ll know when the time comes.”

It left Justine with the continuing mystery. Mrs. Hill alluded to it, also. She spoke of the community functions and Justine’s fresh face and body.

She brought the new clothes home with her. She couldn’t believe it was ten thousand dollars that she spent, but Madam Tourseau furnished her with everything she’d need. She took more of the closet for her clothes. She’d have to do some major cleaning of the bedroom soon, but she had another urge she needed to scratch first.

She went back to the office and immediately went to the bookshelf. The door opened up, and Justine quickly turned the light on and entered. The room began to take on a new meaning for her. First, it was the stranger in the building outside, then it was the inanimate horse, and now, it was Mr. Hill. She submitted to them all and got a perverse pleasure from it. She didn’t understand her responses, but she couldn’t deny that they brought her pleasure like she never felt before.

She had to quench the lust between her legs. She wore only a robe, naked beneath it. She wanted nothing between her body and whatever she found that would take her. Her need was urgent, so it didn’t take her long to find what she needed to quench it. She found a vibrator that would do the trick. The next item was a surprise, not what she was looking for, but she wanted adventure. It was a rubber cock shaped anatomically correct all the way down to the thick hairs on the balls. It wasn’t that big, but it would be for her mouth. She’d never sucked a cock, and until now, she had vowed never to do it. But, she was in a room where whomever that was bound in the devices would have no choice in the matter. The rubber cock had a suction cup at the end of it. She pressed it up against the wall and secured it. She rubbed it and made it move, but it was secure. Common sense told her she should clean it first, but she didn’t. If it were a real cock, she wouldn’t have that opportunity, especially if she was bound. The cock would take her. She knelt on all fours on the floor, the rubber cock in front of her face.

Her ass rose up submissively as she pushed the vibrator between her legs with the setting on low to begin. She rubbed it up and down her slit, and her juices flowed freely. She pushed it into her pussy and felt her being spread open by it. She used two hands to guide it and increased the vibration to medium. It slowly began to fill her up, and she began to fuck herself with it. It felt good, although a real cock would be better. Her head began to move closer to the rubber cock that pushed out from the wall. It didn’t take long before it touched her clenched lips. She fought her inhibitions, and she lost. Her lips were forced to part, and once her lips were breached, she couldn’t keep it out. She was sure she could taste dried cum on it, although it might be her vivid imagination. She couldn’t back off it, the rubber cock refused to pull from her mouth.

Her head began to move in rhythm to the vibrator that fucked her pussy. She could see Mr. Hill in her mouth and the stranger in her pussy, both of them taking her while she was bound tight and helpless against their savage cocks. The vibrator felt good, but it was the rubber cock that split her lips and forced its way into her virgin mouth that inspired her lust. It was slick with her spit, but she couldn’t keep it from going too deep in her mouth, and it extracted a deep gag from her. Drool ran from her mouth.

It didn’t take long for her to cum again, but it wasn’t quite the same. Neither the vibrator nor the rubber cock shot her full of hot cum, and as much as she tried, she wasn’t as demanding as she needed. It was then that Justine knew that Sabrina had the help of others. The empty room wasn’t enough.

She put on the robe and went upstairs to get something to eat, forgetting about food all day. It had been a busy day. She wondered if the next day would bring more surprises. Her last orgasm didn’t quench her lust sufficiently.





Chapter 5


A Stranger Comes a Knocking



Justine had strange, erotic dreams that night, but it was expected after what happened the day before. She wondered what today would bring. She wanted to explore the house and the dungeon.

She had a small breakfast with a lot of coffee. Justine could never afford a Keurig coffee maker, but the house had the best one along with a full stock of exotic flavors. She was buzzing by the time she finished the third cup as the caffeine took over.

She took a shower and got dressed, but she put on some of the new clothes she bought. She felt overdressed, but she wanted to fit in. It was Friday, and she’d have to figure out what to do on the weekend for excitement.

It was eleven when she heard the doorbell ring. Her heart raced as she went to the front door. She should’ve looked out to see who it was, but she opened the door fearlessly.

She looked like a changed woman. She wore a lovely skirt that hugged her body and a silk blouse that draped over her breasts like a fine work of art. She wasn’t what he expected. “Good morning, Ms. Richter. I’m Michael Jenkins your next-door neighbor. I guess I’m the welcome wagon, and I bring gifts,” he joked.

He might be older but that didn’t mean anything to Justine. He couldn’t be a day over forty and the most handsome and sophisticated man she ever met. He had dark black hair, not a drop of gray in it. It was so neat that it looked as if it was cut that day. He had a square jaw, a dark complexion and piercing brown eyes that consumed her. He was dressed eloquently in slacks and a button-down shirt that looked as though it was tailored to his firm body.

“I guess I shouldn’t leave the welcome wagon waiting on the front porch. Come in, Michael. Call me Justine.” She saw four bottles of wine in a small box in his hands. She ushered him into the living room, a sprawling room that wasn’t intimate for two people but would hold twenty without being crowded.

“I have a vineyard in Napa Valley, and these are a mix of my finest wines. Should I put them in the wine rack?”

“I would say yes, but I’m not sure if I have one or where it is?”

“If you don’t mind me making myself at home, I know where it is.”

“After you.” She followed him to what was considered a butler’s pantry that was between the kitchen and the dining room. There on one wall was a rack of wine bottles, at least one hundred slots although half of them were empty. He looked at the bottles before he put the four in the rack.

“You still have two bottles of my wine, but these are a better vintage. Do you enjoy wine, Justine?”

“I’m not much of a connoisseur, but from the look of my wine rack, I’m about to get an education in fine wine.” She looked at him. “Would you like to enlighten me with a glass of wine that you’d recommend?”

“A nice white wine but not heavy like a red. My vineyard doesn’t produce a white, but this should be nice.” He picked the bottle out of the rack.

“Do you know where the corkscrew and glasses are?”

“Of course.” He opened the cabinet next to the rack, and it took him only a minute to uncork the bottle and pour two glasses of it. “Shall we adjourn to the living room?” He enjoyed following her with the gentle sway of her ass in the tight skirt.

It was on the way back into the living room that she realized it. It dawned on her suddenly and unexpectedly.

She sat in the chair and took the glass from him. She waited until he sat down across from her. She crossed her legs to make sure that a lot of naked leg was revealed and a brief glimpse of the darkness between her legs before they crossed. She looked at his face, and his eyes didn’t leave her legs. “You seem to know your way around my house?”

“Yes, I knew Sabrina quite well, as many in our community did. We’re a close-knit group.”

“You also have very skilled and talented hands.”

“That comes from owning a vineyard. You open a lot of bottles of wine over the years.”

“I know how to open a bottle of wine. I was speaking of your skills with a woman. You’re very adept at bringing pleasure to a woman.”

“I didn’t know my reputation was so wide spread,” trying to fend off her questions.

“I don’t know of your reputation. I was speaking of firsthand experience.”

“What gave me away?” She was shrewder than he expected. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

“It was your cologne. It’s a very unique and masculine scent.”

“I have it made for me. It was an unfortunate oversight on my part.”

“I doubt that it was an oversight very much. I don’t think you wanted it to be a secret for very long that it was you in the mask yesterday.”

“I’m the welcome wagon for the community. I do have to be hospitable.”

“What if I reacted badly to our encounter and called the police?”

“I’m a great judge of women and their inclinations. I’ve never been wrong before.”

“So you do this often?”

“I only do it when we lose someone.”

“So I’m a replacement?”

“No, you go on your own merits. I only show you the ways.”

“The ways of what?”

“It happens that many of the people are meeting tomorrow night if you’re interested in attending. Mr. and Mrs. Hill will be there.”

“So my meeting them yesterday was prearranged?”

“No, just a chance encounter that Mr. Hill made the best of. All of us are creative and take opportunities when they arrive.

“It’s so mysterious. What do I have to do?”

“You don’t have to do anything. You can watch and learn. Our members have varied inclinations.”

“Let me think about it.” Justine was curious but also cautious. The encounter with Mr. Hill was more public than she expected.

“You don’t have to think about it. I’ll pick you up at nine.”

This was the demanding man that she met yesterday. There were no niceties. “Why did you tell me about the room?” She changed the subject.

“It’s not a room, is it, Justine.”

“No, it’s a dungeon.”

“I thought you might find it interesting. Did you cum in their yesterday?”

She was sure she blushed as she felt her skin flush. She could lie, but he looked at her as if he knew her better than she did. “Yes.”

“How?”

“On the horse.”

“I didn’t expect that from you the first time, but I applaud your enthusiasm and your daring.” He got up from the chair. “Come with me.” He held out his hand.

She didn’t have to ask where, she knew the answer, but in spite of that, or because of it, she got up. His hand held her firmly as he led her down the hallway to the office.

“Sabrina had an imagination by using the book Justine for you to open it.” He pulled the book until the door opened.

She wanted to ask him a ton of questions about Sabrina and her mother, but this wasn’t the time or place. Her heart was beating and her mouth grew dry as she entered the dungeon. It was the unexpected that scared and excited her.

“Take off your blouse so I don’t have to rip it when I tie your arms. I’ll take off the rest as soon as I get you situated.”

He said it as if they were talking about the weather, not her stripping to the waist. He didn’t mention a bra, and he knew she didn’t wear one. Is it that obvious? She took off the blouse, but her hands trembled as she unbuttoned it. He wasn’t looking at her as she did it. She folded it neatly and placed it on the table. He was busy putting a thin mattress on the floor. She saw the holes in the floor, and he put a metal peg in the two at the top and then put a small pulley connected by a rope to each one. The rope was long, curled in a circle, one for each side, but she saw that he had more of them along with a pile of leather cuffs with bright, shiny metal hooks on them. Her panties were soaked by the time he finished and looked at her, his brown eyes glued to her naked breasts. She returned the favor and looked at the bulge in his pants. She remembered how big he was when he rubbed against her. She had no idea what he’d do to her and that made her drenched.

“You have such lovely breasts. You make me hard at all the thoughts of what can be done to them.”

She’d seen the clamps and whips, and he scared her with his words. I felt pleasure yesterday, but will there also be pain? He’d used the riding crop on her, but they were more love taps than anything else. She thought the horse would be bad between her legs, but somehow, it all turned to pleasure. Is that what he meant about my inclination?

“Lie down, face up. Put your hands over your head.”

His command was concise and pointed. She lay on the mattress, and her breasts rose up when she put her hands over her head. He kneeled down next to her head, and he began to put the leather cuff on her wrist. He was skilled, and it only took a second. There was a short chain that he attached to the metal peg. One arm was bound in less than a minute. He went to the other side, and he was just as proficient. Then, he did something that surprised her. He put a leather collar around her neck, and she gulped when he tightened it. It was as if it was a dog collar.

Michael looked at her body. It was time to strip her naked. It took very little work to get her skirt off, and she didn’t fight him as he slipped her panties down, but she clenched her legs coyly together, as if she had a choice in the matter. He put the leather cuffs around each of her slim ankles and used a rope from the end of the cuff and ran it through another peg at the end of the mattress. The pulleys were made in such a way that all he had to do was thread the rope through, and each time he pulled the rope tighter, the pulley would snap tight when he stopped and keep it from moving. It was an easy process for him and quite effective. He didn’t tighten the rope, allowing her the luxury of keeping her legs together.

He left her and went to the other side of the room to get a few things. He could see her looking around and squirming, testing the ropes that held her. He’d seen this before with other women. When they tested the ropes and found them secured, their pussies grew soaked with desires. Justine was that way before.

She couldn’t keep still, not sure why, even though the ropes held her securely. Her arms and legs were bound, and Michael came back with a riding crop in his hand, just like the one he used on her before. He began to tap her lightly with it, starting with her hip and ass, but then, he brought it up to her breast, and her nipple felt like a rock after he slapped it sharply. He traced it down her belly as she held her breath as it neared her pussy, but he stopped before he got there.

He pushed the crop over her face to lightly tap her cheek until she turned her head to the side then making her do it the other way. He ran it over her lips and saw her lips tremble, but she never clenched them shut. The crop moved back to her legs.

“Spread your legs for me.” He slapped the inside of her thigh, close to her pussy. “Spread them,” he ordered her again and punctuated his request with another slap of her thighs, but she clenched them defiantly. She was testing him or her. He kneeled next to her, and his hand ran over one of her magnificent breasts. “Your body is mine to do as I please,” he said as he fondled her from her breast to her hip. He pulled her sideways so his hand could clench a buttock. Then, he slapped it. He went back to her head and made her look at him. “I’ll have you spread open for me one way or another.”

She watched him get up and pick up the end of the two ropes that held her ankles. He pulled each one, and she heard the click of the pulleys as the ropes passed through them and tightened. She struggled to keep her legs closed, but her ankles were slowly pulled to opposite sides. Her knees were bent, so she tried to keep them together in spite of her legs spreading wider. It didn’t take long before her ankles were pinned to the pulleys. Michael sat down again, but this time, his hand was able to get between her legs, and he pushed each thigh open and then grabbed her knees to keep her spread wide. She could feel the cool air blow on the hot flesh of her wet inner lips.

Michael put his hand over her mouth as his hand cupped her pussy. “You’re wet, Justine.” He let go of her mouth and, with one hand, fondled her pussy, the other went to tease at her nipples.

She remembered when his hands expertly took possession of her pussy. His fingers pushed between her lips and ran up and down her soaking-wet inner lips. Her juices flowed like a river, even though he ignored her clit. Then, he stopped as suddenly as he started.

He went back to her head, and he picked up the object on the floor. He showed it to her. “This is a Jennings mouth spreader. It’ll leave your mouth open as wide as I want for anything that I want to put in it.”

She saw the metal device, and she struggled when he laid it on her lips. She felt one piece of metal that stuck out go through her lips.

“Open your mouth.”

Justine didn’t understand why her mouth opened so easily for him. She felt the metal spreader pushed between her upper and lower teeth. It ground harshly on them. He took advantage of her surrender, and she heard the device click, and each time it did, her mouth was forced open wider. He didn’t stop until her mouth was a gaping hole. It had straps around it, and he made short work of securing it behind her head. She tried to protest, but only unintelligible sounds came from her mouth. Her fear of having to suck a cock was instantly in her head. He could drive it deep down her throat as the device held her mouth open submissively.

“Now, I don’t have to listen to you complain when I spread you open lewdly, Justine.” Michael went to her legs once again with a new set of leather straps. These went around each leg just above her knees. He attached one, and then, he unhooked her nearest ankle. He tied a rope around the ring in the strap and threaded it through the pulley that secured her hand. He pulled it tight until the pulley locked it in. Then, he went to the other side and repeated the procedure. She could move her ankles now, but her legs were pulled back.

He stood over her with the ropes in his hand. He smiled down at her, but he quickly looked away from her eyes to gaze between her legs. She heard the harsh reality of the pulleys as they clicked and grabbed the rope as her knees were drawn up toward her head on both sides. Her crotch opened like a book. It grew worse as the ropes pulled through the pulley. Her ass began to rise up, and her pussy lips parted wide but so did her buttocks. She could feel her anal ring strain, forced open by the obscene spread of her legs. He finally stopped, but it was as if her pussy and anus were an open invitation to him.

Michael wasn’t finished yet, even exposed as she was. He put the rope back on her ankle and attached it to the pulley and tightened it until it pulled all the way to the side. Then, he went to the other side. She began to panic as soon as he grabbed her other ankle and attached the rope to the pulley.

Her scream cried out silently as her other ankle was pulled to the side. Her crotch was on fire, and she was sure that he could see deep in her body. She watched as he got up, and when he returned, he had the riding crop in his hand. Her body couldn’t move an inch as the crop ran over her face. “GGLLLUGGH!” The crop pushed into the gaping hole of her mouth and didn’t stop until it went all the way to the back and made her gag. The leather was foul tasting as it moved in her mouth like it was a cock.

He put the crop to the side as his hand went between her legs. He pushed two fingers in with ease, her pussy soaking wet. “Show me how much you appreciate my fingers, Justine.”

His fingers slid in unopposed. It felt good to have something fill her in spite of it being fingers and not a cock. She clenched her muscles on his fingers in appreciation, and a third finger joined the other two. She hoped he’d fuck her.

Michael had the large vibrator. He didn’t need to lubricate it for she was soaked. He turned it on high, and she took it with ease. He got three inches inside her before he stopped. Her eyes opened wide, and she gurgled as he started to fuck her with it.

She had vibrators in her before, but it was nothing like this. She was bound and open, and he took possession of her body. His other hand was everywhere—her breasts to tease her nipples to hardness and then her pussy to peel back her lips and expose her clit. She bucked in the ropes as her clit was subjected to the extreme vibrations, and then, her pussy was filled once again while his fingertip raced across the sensitized tip of her clit. It was as if this house turned her into an insatiable sex addict. She couldn’t get enough.

Michael rode her hard and continuously, never pulling the vibrator from her pussy, but his finger did abuse her clit. He pinched, pulled and rubbed her pleasure button as she squirmed feverishly in the tight bondage, but she could never escape. “Are you going to cum for me again, Justine?”

She could only nod her head. He is training me to cum at his command. Or is it that my body betrayed me as soon as I was bound and helpless? The pleasure built in her body as the vibrator pushed all the way inside to bang against her cervix and vibrate incessantly. She clenched and tightened on the inanimate cock but wished it were the real thing. She’d cum so many times, yet she still hadn’t gotten her pleasure with a real cock. Will Michael make me beg to be fucked, or did he have more sinister plans for me? She couldn’t concentrate on anything else but the vibrator and the fingers that extracted the pleasure from her body. She succumbed to his mastery of her body and came explosively, but the device in her mouth wouldn’t allow her to voice her pleasure. She came silently but violently.

“Yes, that’s it, Justine, cum for me, more, don’t stop yet.” He refused to allow her orgasm to end, her bound body a toy for him. Not even a finger in her mouth or on her anus could end her orgasm, only continue it as her excitement at being taken in her mouth or ass was too much for her to comprehend.

Justine’s body was drained once again, yet the vibrator continued to race inside her. She could feel her wetness drip out as he finally pulled the vibrator out of her, and it sang its tune one last time before he turned it off. He took the device out of her mouth first, and then, he began to untie her spread body. Her limbs felt like jelly when she could move them, and she could barely close her legs to hide her shame.

“You have to learn to thank me for your pleasure, Justine.”

She looked at him and thought he was joking, but he had a serious look on his face. She never thanked a man for fucking her, but most of those times; he got his pleasure, also. Michael got nothing but a hard cock and blue balls. “Thank you for making me cum, Michael.” It sounded so depraved, but it got a smile from him.

“Would you like to have lunch? I’m an excellent cook.”

She couldn’t say no. Michael was very talented in every way. “Yes, I’d love to.” She started to pick up her clothes.

“No, you won’t need them. I like you naked.”

It was going to be a long lunch if she had to be naked all the time. While she wasn’t modest about her body, this was something much different. She’d be naked and he’d been fully clothed. She’d never seen him naked or seen his cock, only felt it.

Lunch was an experience. Michael was a great cook, but it was difficult being naked all the time. He didn’t help things. His hands continually touched her; sometimes accidently with a touch on her arm or waist, but other times, it was more fondling her when he touched her intimately. She spread her legs whenever he requested her to do so. Lunch was a two-hour affair, and when they were finished, her pussy was soaked and she felt as though she hadn’t had an orgasm in weeks, not hours.

He was ready to leave when she pressed her naked body up against his. She rubbed her pussy on his hard cock, and he was hard. She knew her wet pussy stained his pants, but she didn’t care. She looked into his eyes. “Do you want me to do something about that?”

“Do you mean like you’d get on your knees and take my cock in your mouth?” He saw the way she nervously took the riding crop in her mouth. She wasn’t very experienced with her mouth. He saw the shocked look on her face and knew she hadn’t done it before.

“Or you could fuck me?” She hoped he didn’t put her to her knees.

“I can wait.” He left her wet and wanting. He knew she’d be back in the dungeon before it got dark.





Chapter 6


Can You Really Call it a Club?



Yesterday was another strange day. She relaxed on Saturday, but it was more the anticipation of that night that troubled her. Michael was a demanding man, and she didn’t have the willpower or the desire to deny him. She looked through the house extensively and cleaned out the master bedroom. She kept the pictures, but she put them in other rooms, all except the picture of her mother and Sabrina. The room began to look like hers. All the work kept her out of the dungeon. She walked around the house as if it was hers, which it would be in thirty days. But, she knew she had more decisions to make besides that.

She hardly ate, and it took her hours to get ready for that night. She took a long, hot bath, but she struggled to keep her hands from between her legs. Michael told her she didn’t have to do anything, but she expected there would be a lot of people there. Michael had seen her naked so many times, but she didn’t know what it would be like if that happened in front of a lot of people.

She wore a dress, the infamous black dress that every girl had. It was the finest that Madam Tourseau had, and it looked as though it was made especially for her. She wore a pair of four-inch heels, and her long legs were revealed beneath the short hem of the dress. Her breasts swayed freely beneath it with only a pair of black panties underneath. She waited nervously for the next hour to pass before Michael came.

He was on time to the second. She’d heard his car, and she was waiting for the bell to ring. She took a deep breath and answered the door. He stood there handsome and smiling at her, but her eyes went to his pants. She was surprised that there was no bulge. She thought that he was perpetually hard. “You are so on time.” She moved up against him and kissed his cheek, but that wasn’t her purpose. She rubbed her pussy, and it took only a second before she felt it. She pulled away but stole another look. The bulge was back.

“Proud of yourself,” Michael teased her.

“Yes,” she grinned like a Cheshire cat.

“Be careful of what you wish for,” he warned her.

Michael had a limousine with a driver. They only went a few blocks, and Justine thought it was overindulgence, but in those few blocks, Michael paid special attention to her. Her black dress rode high up her legs, and she made no attempt to pull it down. It caught Michael’s attention, and soon, his hands joined his eyes. He caressed her soft thighs, and she spread her legs obediently. His hand went all the way to her crotch, but he never touched her wet, aching pussy. They pulled in front of a house where the lights blazed brightly and the driveway was filled with cars. It was too late for anything more to happen, but Justine didn’t know what she’d have to do to get him to take her. She wanted to see and feel his cock.

At least the driver was attentive to her legs as she got out, so she gave him a nice view. Michael caught her teasing him and smiled. Michael opened the front door without knocking, and she heard the voices of the people in the other room. It wouldn’t be a small gathering, that’s for sure. Is the whole community involved in this?

It wasn’t what Justine expected it to be. It was more like any other social party. People stood around drinking and talking. They all dressed nicely, not anything kinky or depraved as she expected. She was disappointed. She had her arm hooked into Michael’s as he began to introduce her to everyone.

It was strange that they all knew about her, yet she knew nothing of them except for a few. They were all charming and normal. No one tried to grab her, and she saw nothing out of the ordinary going on. Is it that my imagination overtook the reality of the situations of the last few days? She hoped not.

She had a drink in her hand now, and then, she noticed something. The room wasn’t as crowded as when they first arrived. She didn’t have time to comprehend this mystery as she was finally introduced to someone she knew. “It’s good to see you, Mr. Hill.”

“As beautiful as I remember, Justine.” He took her hand and kissed it. “You’re such a tempting creature.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hill. Is your wife not here tonight?” She was much younger than he was. Is their marriage a marriage of convenience?

“She’s in the other room.” He turned to Michael. “Haven’t you showed her the other rooms yet, Michael?”

“No, he hasn’t. He’s depriving me,” she answered as if she knew what the other rooms were, but she had an idea.

“I wanted her to meet everyone first. The introductions would get lost in all that goes on in the other rooms.” The room was thinning out. It was time to show her.

“Let two men escort you, Justine. You look as though you can handle two men at a time. My wife, Lily, will be glad to see you. She was quite taken with you the other day.”

Her heart raced as she hooked arms with the two men. They walked to the far side of the room, and it felt as though everyone looked at her. There was a large door that Michael opened, but Justine was surprised that it wasn’t an ordinary hallway. The floors were rough-cut stone, as well as the walls. There were torches that lit the way, but electric bulbs flickered like flames. It was damp in the room, and her heels clamored noisily on the hard floor. She could hear voices, but it wasn’t the sound of cheerful social chatter. There were muffled cries and the ominous sound of whips hitting flesh. It had a distinctive sound and was fouled by the muffled cries. There had to be at least six doors, but there was more than that. They were old wooden doors with iron hinges and latches, and each window was covered in iron bars. All the doors were closed, and the hallway was empty. She’d expected an orgy of lust, but this wasn’t it. It looked like a prison.

“Is this Let’s Make a Deal where I pick a door?” She made a joke of it, but there was tension in her voice.

“Today is for visiting, Justine. Next time, you’ll not have a choice if you come back. You’ll lose your ability to say no if that is your decision.”

Michael opened the first door, and it creaked as though it hadn’t been used in years. Inside was bigger than she expected. There were three couples watching, but the center of the room was filled with a giant wheel that was parallel to the ground. She stopped, and Michael stood in back of her. She pushed back until she felt his erection, but he didn’t move away. His hand went around her waist and held her against him.

The woman was naked on the wheel, face down with her arms and legs spread crudely. She was an older woman, mid- to late-thirties, but she was attractive and took care of her body. A man stood next to her, Justine not sure if it was her husband or not. He was almost naked, only a leather pouch held his cock and balls, and it bulged with a huge erection. Justine moved her hips on Michael’s cock. “Is that her husband?”

“No, he’s over there watching.”

Justine looked over at him. A woman stood next to him, and her hand rubbed the front of his pants as he watched his wife. This was more depraved than she expected. Her attention turned back to his wife. The man that stood over her had a whip in his hand. She’d seen something like it before. It was called a flogger, and this one had at least twenty strands to it. The handle was bright red leather, but the falls were a dark black.

Matt stood there with the flogger as he gazed at his target. Sylvia’s ass was opened up by the wide spread of her legs, and it left her defenseless. His wife, Jane, stroked Jeff, Sylvia’s husband’s cock to inspire him. He’d used the flogger on Jane’s ass in practice but never on another woman. He swung the flogger through the air, and his first blow was right on target. It hit her right buttock directly in the center with a majority of the falls.

“Wuh-PSSSH”

Sylvia bit her lip as she tried to contain the pain that raced through her buttock. It was shameful to be stripped naked and bound on the wheel, but this was far worse. She saw her husband having his excited cock stroked while she suffered.

“Wuh-PSSSH”

“OOOWWW!” She cried out that time. Her other buttock was whipped, but some of the errant falls of the flogger slapped in her crack and hit harshly, close to her anus. Her buttocks clenched tight as well as her anus as she tried to protect her pucker.

Matt was getting better, and his aim went lower. The next slap of the flogger went between her legs, but he didn’t put as much force into the blow, yet her cry was loud and high pitched.

“CRACK!” The wheel shook on its footings as her body jerked from the blow.

Justine couldn’t believe where he hit her with the flogger. It was between her legs, and Justine could see the wetness fly in the air as the falls found the soft folds of her pussy that peeked out from behind. She cried out, but the flogger was already falling once again, and this time, his aim was a bit higher, and her anus was subjected to the sharp bite of the falls. Justine could feel it herself, as if the flogger found its way between her legs.

“OOOWWW!” Sylvia’s shrill cries filled the room, and anxious hands stroked excited cocks.

It stung her pussy lips when he hit her, and her anus went into spasms as the falls beat the unprotected flesh. It hurt, but as he continued, the hurt became something much more, yet that didn’t stifle her cries of pain.

“Can someone silence her screams?” Matt swung the flogger up from the floor and found the gap between the spokes of the wheel. His aim was precise, and most of the falls found the soft petals of her pussy. They pushed aside the fragile flesh to attack the soft, inner lips with a resounding thud.

“Excuse me, Justine. I’ll be back in a few minutes. I need to lend my assistance to Matt.” He hated to leave the way she rocked her ass back and forth over his cock, but the days with her had made his balls ache terribly. He wasn’t ready to take Justine yet, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t get pleasure when the opportunity arose. It would tease Justine more when she saw his cock being suck by Sylvia.

Michael wasn’t the one Sylvia wanted to take her mouth. She’d seen him in action before. He was very demanding. He didn’t want a woman to suck his cock. He wanted to take her mouth for his pleasure.

He deserted her, but Justine’s eyes followed him as he walked over in front of Sylvia. The man continued to flog her ass and pussy, but her eyes were on him, also. Michael stood in front of her. It was as if he thought he was the only person in the room. He opened up his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He rubbed the front of his shorts before he pulled them down. His cock jutted out as he gripped the shaft. Justine took in every inch of it as he stroked it. It was big, the swollen head dark red, the shaft long with a thick purple vein running up it. It was everything she imagined from feeling it against her.

Michael pulled Sylvia’s head up until she came eye to eye with his cock. “Open your mouth.” He didn’t have to wait for her to obey. Matt made sure she did, slapping her pussy from beneath once again, but this time harder. Her cry rang out, and Michael was in her mouth before she could finish the scream.

“OOWWW…GLLUGH!”

Her mouth was filled with the big head of his cock. The smooth head slid easily over her lips when she cried out, but he didn’t stop. His cock slid over her tongue and shot to the back of her mouth unrestrained. His fingers dug into her scalp as he held her head to keep her from escaping the impalement of her mouth. Her lips stretched tightly over his cock to lock it in. The salty taste filled her mouth, but she knew she’d have to contend with much more cum before he was finished with her. He always came in the woman’s mouth. Some men would shoot on a woman’s face, but Michael wanted the woman to swallow his cum, and he was copious.

He slapped her cheek, not hard but enough to get her attention. “I want to feel that tongue go to work and keep your lips tight around my cock. Now!”

Michael was imposing of his will on her. He began to move her head just as his hips began to move. His powerful buttock muscles clenched tight as he began to fuck her mouth. Justine had seen porn movies with women sucking a man’s cock, but this wasn’t that. The woman had her mouth fucked, and she had to contend with being bound and whipped at the same time. Justine looked around the room, and the woman’s husband had his cock out now, and the woman next to him stroked it expertly and she had her other hand in his pants and Justine could see the way his pants moved that she was squeezing his balls.

John took the opportunity to move in back of Justine. He pushed his cock up against her ass, and his hand went around her waist. “I hope you don’t mind.”

He had already seen her half naked and fondled her panties, so the rubbing of his cock on her ass wasn’t that unusual. It was better when his hand slid around the front of her and he yanked up her short dress.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered her as his hand went between her legs.

That familiar refrain rang out again, and she obeyed like a trained dog. She felt his hand grip her crotch as if he grabbed a large ball, but she knew his fingers were wet when they touched her panties. Watching Michael have his cock sucked made her soaking wet. His finger nestled into the wet lips of her pussy and pushed her panties in tight as he began to stroke her. She couldn’t believe the words came out of her mouth, but they spilled out before she could change her mind. “Take off my panties.”

“I’d never deny a woman such a request,” John said graciously as he yanked her panties down until they fell to her ankles. She kicked them off and spread her legs wider. “I think it’s only fair that you reach back and unleash my cock from the tight confines of my pants.”

She couldn’t believe that she was doing it. She looked around and saw a few people look at them, but most of them watched Michael and the man put the woman through her paces. Her fingers worked effortlessly on his pants when he pulled away from her ass. She didn’t know she was that skilled. John wasn’t as big or as hard as Michael’s cock. He was older, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t erect and hard. She pushed her hand into his pants and fished out his cock. She gave it a couple of strokes before she released it. John pulled up the back of her dress, and she felt him snuggle his throbbing cock between her cheeks. She feared why when the head sat erotically on her anus. Every time his cock jerked, her anal muscles went into spasms as if they were in tune with each other. John’s hands went beneath her dress again, and this time, he found her naked pussy. A finger entered her without any preliminaries, and she pushed back from the sudden penetration. Her ass rose up, and her cheeks clenched on his cock, but it was the way her anus opened up, as if it welcomed his cock. She squirmed as his fingers began to run over her pussy, and that made his cock ride up and down across her anus.

John went to work on her clit to make her move urgently on his cock. He could feel the head of his cock dent the tiny anus and that inspired his lust. The more she humped back, the more she opened up.

Justine tried to watch Michael as he fucked the woman’s mouth, but she worried about the cock that rubbed against her anus unnaturally. John’s fingers knew how to keep her aroused and moving against his cock. I spread my legs wider in spite of the fact that it makes my anus open more, or did I do it on purpose?

Michael watched Justine as she rubbed back on John while his hand was buried beneath her dress. He wouldn’t last much longer. Justine had driven his lust to the breaking point and Sylvia’s mouth was talented. He didn’t shove his cock down her throat, and she was appreciative to that fact. He didn’t want to scare Justine until it was too late for her to do anything about it.

“Cum for me, Justine,” John urged her. “Michael’s ready to cum in her mouth.”

Justine let her pleasure build up and wanted to cum at the same exact time that Michael did, as if it was her mouth that would receive his cum. She saw the frenzied way that Michael fucked her mouth, and then, he rose up on his toes and his buttocks clenched tight. He cried out and hunched over her, pulling her head deeper onto his cock. Justine knew he was cumming as the woman gurgled noisily and her cheeks began to balloon. Justine came at that moment, but there was one thing that she didn’t expect. John came at the same time, but he didn’t pull away. She felt his cock swell up, and then, she felt her anus flooded with hot cum. Her buttocks clenched, but it only trapped the head against her anus, and when she shoved back, that opened up her anus. She could feel some of the hot cum shoot out again, but this time it shamefully went inside her anus. It made her anal muscles grip tighter but that only made them clench on the head of his cock and extract more of his shameful, hot cum. She didn’t understand why the three of them cumming together brought her so much pleasure, but it did. It was humiliating but exhilarating at the same time. It was a minute before John pulled away from her naked ass. She could smell cum, and it dripped down her crack.

Michael had Sylvia lick his cock clean after she swallowed every drop of his cum. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and pulled up his pants and shorts. When he was finished, he looked neat and presentable. Matt threw aside the flogger. He stood the wheel up and went behind Sylvia. He unleashed his cock and penetrated with one powerful thrust. He began to fuck her as the wheel banged noisily.

Sylvia looked over and saw the pool of cum on the floor in front of Jeff. Jane had made him cum. Now, it was Sylvia’s turn. Matt fucked her hard and fast, but that was what she needed after he aroused her lust with the flogger. Her pussy and buttocks were sore from the flogger, but the pain only ignited more pleasure in her. Matt rubbed her pussy while he fucked her from behind, the sound of his heavy balls slapped against her buttocks.

“You enjoyed yourself,” Justine told Michael before he could say anything.

“I would say that John and you, also, did.”

“I need to clean up. John came all over my naked ass.”

“Leave it,” he told her without explanation. “Let’s see what Lily is up to. I think you’ll be surprised.”

She felt the shameful wetness on her ass as they walked out of the room. No one looked at them, too interested in Matt fucking Sylvia. They walked down the hallway and to the end before Michael opened a door. John was with them.

If Justine thought the last room surprised her, this one topped that. Lily was sitting on a large chair that looked like a throne, but she was different than when Justine saw her last. She was naked, and she had an outstanding body. But that wasn’t what surprised her. It was the woman that knelt between her legs. Her arms were bound behind her back, and she was also naked. Justine caught a glimpse of her and recognized her, but it was what she was doing that surprised her. It was Buffy, and she was licking Lily’s pussy. Lily spread her legs wide and, like Michael did, guided Buffy’s head to give her pleasure. Justine couldn’t understand how Lily could be married to John and engage in lesbian sex.

“John loves to watch Lily with another woman, although you sated his lust in the other room. And you did meet Buffy. She’s not a member of the community, but Lily took a shine to her and vice versa, so they’re here often. Lily has convinced a few of the other women to join in, but it’s sporadic. There isn’t a big following of lesbian bondage sex, but the group tries to be something to all. That was our problem in the past, and we don’t want to repeat those errors.” He didn’t elaborate on the past, at least not yet, to Justine.

They watched for a long time. Lily was creative, and Justine saw her strap on a dildo and take Buffy, but not before Buffy got it wet with her mouth. It was as if Lily was a man taking Buffy in all the ways of men. There weren’t as many couples that watched them and none of them openly fondled each other while watching.

The next room was just as depraved but in a different way. There were two women and a man in it, but it was different. The man was tied up, and the women took charge. He was naked and the women were fully dressed. Justine never saw a man tied this way before, not just to secure him, but it looked as though they tortured him intimately. His balls were tied up, and it looked painful. They bulged out and the women would slap them to get his attention and he’d cry out.

“Rex is the man on his hands and knees. He’s bound to the floor so he can’t escape. Candy and Faith are dominatrixes, and Rex is their sex slave. None of them are married to each other, but they all have spouses. Rex is being punished tonight.” Michael began to explain what would happen, but then, another man came into the room. “That’s Bruno. He’s a special visitor for Candy and Faith.”

Bruno took off his clothes immediately. He was big, all of him, including his cock. Justine thought Michael was big, but he paled in comparison to Bruno. His cock hung down like a ten-pound sausage, but he stroked it until it came to life and his cock began to harden. He rubbed it with oil, and Justine wondered what he’d do with it.

Candy and Faith were really putting Rex through it all. There were more people watching than usual. Candy bound his balls so tight, and she yanked the rope that held them up behind him so far that his cock bent back, also. Faith continued to stroke his cock to keep him hard, but it was the metal claw that was attached to her index finger that she used too often.

“Get him under the head where he’s soft and tender,” Candy told Faith.

Faith pulled his cock back until it was almost bent, and then, she used the claw to scrap the ridge around the head. By the time she circled it completely, she’d drawn tiny drops of blood. But it made his cock hard. A little pain went a long way. “How about here, Rex?” She rubbed the point of the claw across the tip of his cock and got drops of precum to leak out.

“Push your ass up and open your anus.” Candy saw that Bruno was ready.

“No, NO,” he panicked when he saw the naked man. He had a horse cock, and he was next to him. The head of his cock was fat and the shaft was long but thick. He had to have ten inches of hard cock.

“Bruno’s going to take you bareback with his cock, Rex. Open up and don’t fight him.” Candy grew more excited.

“OOOOWWW!” The pressure became unbearable. He couldn’t relax his anus, and they drew his ass up so high that he couldn’t clench his cheeks. His anus was open, and the thick cock head sat harshly on it.

Justine could see Bruno’s cock begin to slip through the reluctant anal ring of Rex. The smooth, domed head was slick, and the women made Rex thrust up obediently.

“OOOOOWWWWW!” Rex cried out when the head of his cock breached his sphincter. His anal ring burned as it stretched beneath the thick head to trap it, but Candy wasn’t satisfied. She crushed his balls. Trapped, they had no place to hide and her fingers were cruel.

“Squeeze Bruno’s cock with your ass, Rex.” She punctuated her request with another sharp squeeze of his trapped balls.

“A nice, tight ass,” Bruno complimented Rex. His ass muscles rippled pleasurably over his cock head. The women told him that Rex would give him an excellent ride. He began to push more of his cock into the tight, reluctant hole. He grunted but he had success.

The head of his cock pushed hard against the muscles in his rectum. He could feel it jerk and stretch him from the inside. Rex never felt anything like it before, not even their dildos were this big.

Bruno began to withdraw his cock so he could get more power behind the next thrust. He wouldn’t be happy until he was balls deep in his ass.

Candy crushed Rex’s balls again. “Squeeze his cock when he withdraws, relax and push back when he shoves back in.” She heard Bruno’s groans of pleasure.

Bruno began to sodomize him. Inch after inch of his cock disappeared through the stretched anal ring. It felt so good, and the women made Rex give him all the pleasure that he was promised.

“Arch your ass up, Rex. Let him fuck your ass deep and hard. Squeeze him and give him a good ride until he cums up your ass hole.” Candy loved this.

Faith began to stroke Rex’s cock and use her magic finger on his cock. “Get big and hard for me, Rex, and when Bruno cums, I’ll make you cum, too.”

Justine was enthralled with the act of sodomy. She had her anus rubbed and slightly probed and John pushed his cock in enough so that she felt the wetness in her bowels when he came, but this was something else. It was the most depraved thing she ever saw. It was man to man, and Bruno’s cock plunged to the darkest depths of Rex’s bowels. The women made Rex pleasure Bruno as he was sodomized, as if he enjoyed the act.

Candy and Faith made sure that Rex came when Bruno did. The room smelled of cum as Rex’s cum shot out in powerful spurts, urged by Candy’s expert hand. Bruno dumped at least four loads of cum in Rex’s guts, but as he finished and was withdrawing, Candy forced Rex to cum more. The women were experts at prolonging a man’s orgasm in spite of what was done to them or maybe because of what they did to him.

Before Bruno pulled all the way out of Rex’s ass, Faith made Rex squeeze Bruno’s shrinking cock when he pushed hard on Rex’s prostate.

But the diabolical women weren’t finished. They cleaned Bruno’s cock with a hot washcloth, they weren’t that evil, but then, Bruno’s cock was offered up to Rex’s mouth.

“Nibble the head of his cock, Rex.” Candy stroked the shaft. It didn’t take Bruno long to get hard and cum again. Faith squeezed his balls to incite his lust, and he soon spilled another load in Rex, this time in his mouth. Bruno didn’t pull out until Rex licked his cock and swallowed all his cum.





Chapter 7


Displayed and Taken



She barely slept, and she struggled not to return to the dungeon or at least let her hands stray between her legs and pleasure herself. She’d expected Michael to touch her, and she craved it while she watched what went on. At least John had given her pleasure and Michael got his from the bound woman on the wheel.

What she saw was far more depraved than she expected, especially with two women or women dominating men. She never considered that, but she couldn’t deny that it wasn’t intriguing. It also made her nervous that it wouldn’t be Michael to take her if that is what she decided. She hadn’t expected that. He was demanding of her, but there was a wide age difference between them although Justine barely thought of it. He was almost as old as her mother. Could he have had an experience with her?

Her cell phone scared her when it rang. She saw it was Michael and answered it immediately. “Good morning,” she said cheerfully but nervously.

“How did you sleep, Justine?”

“Not very well. My head was filled with so many things.” She waited for a second then she added. “I want to try it.” Then, she remembered the variations. “With you.”

He was afraid that she’d want him. “Just this once with me. After that, I’ll find someone that’ll be good for you.”

“Okay,” she said nervously. “When?”

“Tonight. We’ll go to the same house as last night. Not many of the others have such an extensive dungeon.” Michael could prepare it. There would be many that would show up for Justine’s debut. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

It should’ve been a sacrilege as it was Sunday. The house from yesterday was large, and it would accommodate a lot of people. Would that many show up? She didn’t even know what Michael would do to her. She finally got to see his cock, and she hoped that she’d feel it inside her this time.

She didn’t pay much attention to what she’d wear, as she expected that she wouldn’t have it on very long. That worried her more than anything else. Will I be openly displayed for all to see?

She did little things to pass the day. Bridget had sent her some pictures of Europe, all without the two of them in them but of monuments or historic sites. Bridget made sure that some of them were out in the woods. Justine took a few selfies of herself in the woods around the house, dressed as though she was backpacking through Europe. She sent a picture that Bridget had taken in a darkened, crowded dance floor. Her mother would spend time trying to pick her out, but all of the faces were difficult to see.

She told her mother little of her trip to the reading of the will and that she got a memento of her great aunt, a pearl necklace. She promised to show it to her mother on her return, although she made a point of telling her that she’d be only passing through, not staying upon her return. She hated to lie to her mother, but it was part of the will, and once the thirty days were up, she’d be free to tell what she wanted.

She ate very little during the day, and she was ready for Michael an hour early once again in anticipation. She wore a skirt, although not tight fitting and a button-down blouse to facilitate anything Michael might do. She looked good and felt good by the time he arrived, but she tried to hide her nervousness.

When they arrived, there were few cars, and they entered without seeing anyone. He took her to the dungeon and into one of the rooms, but it was almost completely dark. There was only one small lamp in the corner. There was a small, upholstered chair that was covered in black velvet pushed up against the wall. It perplexed Justine as to its purpose.

“Don’t say anything,” Michael warned her.

She saw the pile of rope, and Michael instantly grabbed one piece of it.

“Put your arms behind your back and cross your arms until you can grip the other arm.” He went to work as soon as she put her arms behind her back. He wanted her bound quickly before she could change her mind.

This wasn’t what she had in mind. He was good at it. He tied her arms tightly behind her, but the rope didn’t stop there. He tied it around her body and soon had the rope envelop her breasts, top and bottom. It made them stick out further as the rope compressed them together. The only thing she could move was her fingers, but he was only getting started. He pushed her down on the chair. Her skirt flew up, and she could do nothing to pull it down. It wouldn’t have done any good anyway, for Michael slipped it to her waist, and then, he began to tie her legs. She knew she was in trouble when he didn’t tie her legs together. He tied her thighs to her lower legs so she couldn’t straighten out her legs. When he finished, he parted her legs wide, and her crotch was openly displayed with only her panties to protect her.

She didn’t understand the next part, but she couldn’t deny that it felt good at times. He ran a rope between her legs, tying it to her arms in the back and the ropes in the front. He pulled it tight as he spread her legs wide. She felt his fingers touch her pussy, and then, the rope was pushed between her lips. He pushed her forward so he could do the same thing behind her, peeling her buttocks apart and then yanking the rope hard until it sawed up her crack. She grunted when he yanked the rope front and back and it felt like a knife split her up the middle. But there was something else. He showed her by putting a mirror in front of her. The rope had knots on it, and Michael had placed them strategically. She saw one knot that sat hard against her clit. It was a double knot that bulged out and cut between her lips to keep them parted. She could already feel the rough rope rub against her clit. Her thin panties did little to prevent the harshness of the rope. There was another knot, just as formidable, that sat at the opening of her pussy. With her legs spread so wide, her pussy opened up and the knot pressed inside as though it was a cock that sought entrance. The worst one was the knot that was behind her as she sat on it. It was big and hard, and Michael had placed it between her cheeks and it pushed lewdly against her anus. Her anal ring opened up by the wide spread of her leg, and it felt like a giant lump sought entrance to her private hole. Her own weight betrayed her as she sat on it and she felt the constant pressure. If she relaxed her anus, the knot would push in further.

“I’ll be back soon.” He walked out and left her to contemplate the silence in the room.

To say it was uncomfortable would be an understatement. The ropes cut her flesh. Her nipples felt as though they swelled as the ropes pinched her breasts, but it was the rope between her legs that was the most disturbing. She could’ve closed her legs anytime, but when she tried to do it, the rope cut deep into her pussy and anus. Her clit felt as though it was crushed. She had to spread them to relieve the pressure, and when that happened, the ropes and the knots moved along her slit and crack. They were unforgiving as they rubbed her. Her attention was drawn to the door. It opened and people began to move into the room. Justine was ashamed instantly when the room was filled with over a dozen people, all of them stared down at her bound body. She recognized most of them from the day before.

It was so obvious, but not to her, but now, it became bluntly apparent. Michael entered the room, and the people moved aside so he could move in front of her. He had his cock out of his pants, sticking out the fly. He wasn’t going to fuck her. His fingers were wrapped around the shaft of his cock. He moved quickly in front of her face. His hand went beneath her chin, and he pushed her head up. She came face to face with his cock. He held her as he began to rub the head on her lips. His cock looked different when it was inches from her eyes. The head looked much bigger than her mouth, and there was already a murky drop on the tip of it. He was going to fuck her mouth, and she couldn’t do anything about it. All of her fears about taking a man in her mouth became a reality. “Noo—” her protest was cut short when he used his thumb to pull her lip down, and she felt the hot flesh of his cock singe her lower lip. Her lips had no choice but to part as the smooth head found an opening into her mouth. His hand went to the back of her head to keep her from escaping the penetration of her mouth. She grimaced as the head began to slide in.

Michael pulled her chin up, so he could see the look in her eyes when his cock breached her mouth. His cock jumped in pure excitement from her hot breath and silky lips on his cock, but it was the look of fear in her eyes that drove his lust. He held the shaft of his cock as he pushed into her unwilling mouth. He moved the head around to explore every inch of her virgin mouth with the head of his cock. He couldn’t wait, so his hips began to move to drive his cock into her mouth and feel it slide over her wet tongue.

She could taste it already, and the tiny drops that leaked out prematurely refused to mix with her spit. It fouled her mouth with the bitter, salty taste of the thick crème. She couldn’t believe that he did this to her, but the hand on the back of her head kept her from escaping as his hips began to fuck his cock into her mouth. Her lips were drawn taut around the shaft of his cock. She could feel the thick vein slide over her lip, but it was the fat head that filled her mouth. He pushed in at different angles so he could explore every inch of her mouth and leave his unpleasant taste behind. Her mouth was filled with his flesh. Her eyes looked up at him to beg him to stop, but there was only lust in his eyes. He didn’t see her. He only saw his cock pierce her once-virgin mouth.

It looked so different when the cock was in her mouth. Up close, his cock looked like it was ten feet long and a foot thick. Each time he shoved in, the shaft slid through her lips to the back of her mouth. Her eyes could see every inch of the shaft in front of her, down to the thick blue vein and the wiry hairs that stood up. More of his shaft passed through her lips, and the head of his cock banged into the back of her mouth with such power and determination. But, he pulled back out until the thick ridge on the head pulled on her lips. It was as if they stretched and refused to let his cock go. Then, he’d shove back in, and his cock would slide over her wet tongue with such power. Sometimes he’d stop, but only so he could move his hips from side to side and stretch her mouth wider until it felt as though it would tear her lips in the corners.

Sylvia wasn’t this good. Justine’s inexperienced mouth and the look of helplessness in her eyes drove his lust. “That’s it, Justine, suck my cock,” he urged her. He released her head, but his hips continued to fuck her mouth. She didn’t try to turn her head to the side to escape his probing cock.

It was everything she expected and worse. He wouldn’t let her escape his cock. His hand was on the back of her head, and his fingers fanned out to grip it tightly. She was unable to move away as he began to feed more of his cock in her mouth. She could see the people out of the corner of her eyes, and there were many men that had their cocks rubbed as they watched her being taken in her mouth. The cock slid faster between her stretched lips. More of his precum leaked out to make her grimace. He was going too deep. The head of his cock hit the back of her mouth with a resounding thud. It blocked her throat like a bottle cap, but he already withdrew as she struggled to suck in air. Her nostrils flared as she tried to fill her lungs with precious air. His cock was back with the same force, and it slammed into her throat again, but this time, the power was greater. She couldn’t believe that his hard cock could do such a thing, but it felt as though the head was compressed into her throat the slightest bit.

“GGLLOOBB.” She gagged when that happened. Her stomach turned, and she struggled to contain the bile from coming up. Michael began to fuck her mouth slower but deeper with each thrust. His hand held her head up high, so he could shove his cock straight to the back of her mouth. She couldn’t do anything but take his thrusts.

Michael saw the tears fall from her eyes as she continued to gag on his cock. That didn’t slow him down. She’d have her mouth taken like any other woman he took. It was all for his pleasure.

He refused to pull his cock out of her mouth, even when she gagged and her mouth filled with spit. She could turn her head to the side the slightest bit, and the spit would flow from her split lips, but it stained her blouse and skirt. When he finally relented to pull his cock from her mouth, he slapped her face with his cock as she struggled to fill her lungs and stop coughing. Then, she had to open her mouth and take him back in. She always had to keep her mouth open for him.

He pulled her head up high. He grabbed his cock and shoved it back in, moving it from side to side before he grew too anxious. He began to drive it deeper into her mouth, slowly and deliberately. Each time he went deeper, and he soon had her gagging once again.

She saw his cock as it slipped through her lips. Her gaze went down the shaft as it filled her mouth. There were still many inches of cock that were outside her lips when he made her gag, and he grew more determined. He slowly pulled her down onto his cock as he pushed up with his hips. The next sound wasn’t a gag, but she choked deeply. Tears fell from her eyes and her nose ran, but the head of his cock had success. She felt her throat open up mysteriously, and his cock began to push inside. It rasped harshly in her throat, and she couldn’t control the muscles. It was as if she swallowed a sword. His hips moved and shoved more cock down her gullet as she struggled to breathe.

Her throat was so tight and the way her muscles rippled on the head of his cock like a tight band of undulating pleasure was too much pleasure. He struggled not to cum yet, he wanted to make this last as long as he could. “That’s it, Justine, take my cock down your throat.”

Her open mouth was a hole for his pleasure. She couldn’t do anything as he shoved his cock so far down her throat that she thought he’d bury it in her belly. She knew it was deep when she felt her lips press up against his zipper and a few errant wiry hairs that pushed out his pants rubbed on her lips. He held her against him with his cock buried in her throat as she gagged continually.

He couldn’t last any longer. He needed relief. He’d be her first man in her mouth to cum. He reluctantly pulled his cock from her throat and mouth. He gave her a second to breathe, and then, he was back in. Her mouth opened obediently although she did beg him not to shove it back in. He ignored her, and soon, her tight lips were around his cock like a tight band. He guided her head as his hips drove in hard and deep. He loved the gags he got from her and that only inspired him more as he picked up speed.

He took her mouth with the full measure of his cock. She gagged, but he fucked her so fast that she could never recover before he was back. She felt her lips stretch wider around the girth of his cock and knew that he would cum soon. His breathing was fast and his hips were a blur. Her mouth was already filled with his leaking cum, and she didn’t think it could get any worse. She didn’t think she could stand much more of it and it had to end with him cumming, but at least it would be over.

Justine found out she was wrong. His cock blew up like a balloon, and then, her mouth was flooded with hot, salty cum that blanketed it with the thick, foul crème. Some of it spilled out her lips, but he continued to fuck her mouth and shove the thick cum down her throat as he continued to spew his profuse cum into her unwilling mouth. She choked and gagged on his cum. He slowed his thrusts, but his cock continued to swell up, and it felt as though she could feel his cum ripple up his cock until the head shot out another powerful jet of cum. He refused to pull his dripping-wet cock out of her mouth until he was satisfied. His wet cock left a trail of cum on her lips when he reluctantly pulled out. Her head bent over and a river of cum fell from her mouth, but the thick crème still blanketed her mouth. The foul taste permeated every inch of her mouth. She coughed and gagged as she struggled to take in all that she’d endured. She was covered in cum, her face, body and clothes. She was glad it was over. She never looked up to see Michael move away.

It was humiliating to sit there bound and covered in cum. She looked up to see why Michael hadn’t taken the ropes off her yet. She caught a glimpse of a man in front of her, but then, there was a cock in her face. Fingers held it and another hand grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. The head of the cock brushed against her lips.

“Open your mouth, Justine,” Lloyd ordered her, but he already slipped the head of his cock against her slick lips. When he yanked her hair, she attempted to cry out in protest but little came out of her mouth except for gurgles around his cock. He used his cock as a battering ram that ran over every inch of her mouth. Her eyes were closed as if she could deny this was happening to her.

His cock wasn’t as long as Michael’s, but it was thicker. Her lips felt as though they’d tear, but the man pinned her head against the back of the chair and fucked her mouth. She couldn’t believe another cock was in her mouth. He held her head submissively as he pumped her mouth without respite. He stopped pushing it to the sides of her mouth and his thrusts went straight to the back of her mouth so that the head instantly plugged her throat. She gagged, but he never slowed down. He pounded his cock in her mouth. With two hands, he held her head and he began to slow his thrusts, but it was only to tease her, for he drove more of his cock into her mouth, and it soon breached her throat.

“I’m Lloyd, Justine, and your mouth is such a delight for my cock.” He drove his cock into the depths of her mouth. He loved when her throat opened up with little trouble, at least for him. Justine had it differently. She choked and gagged on it, but it did little to stop his cock from sliding down her tight gullet. He didn’t pull his cock out of her throat. He fucked her throat, stabbing his cock in and out as her throat muscles were beaten into submission. Her bile spilled freely, but it only lubricated his cock better.

Her head was pinned against the chair and Lloyd fisted his cock as he drove it into her mouth. She had no choice but to keep her mouth open. He used his hand to move his cock in ways that it wouldn’t move by itself. She tasted the leaking cum that spilled out. He drove it in and out of her mouth and throat. His movement was frenzied in his excitement. He cared little except for his pleasure.

Lloyd stepped between her legs as he fucked her mouth. He got so excited that he banged into her thighs and forced her legs to spread wider. Her crotch ached, but when he moved again and pushed away from her thighs, she tried to close her legs to alleviate the ache in her crotch. When she did that, the crotch rope moved up and down and she felt the knots move against her. He continued to move and force her to open and close her thighs and the ropes began to rub her continually. Lloyd continued to fuck her mouth, but she never knew from one thrust to the next what he’d do. He’d take her fast and powerfully, slamming against her throat one minute, but then, the next he’d slow his thrusts down but his cock would slide deep and easily through her lips. He continually changed the depths of his thrust, taking short thrusts to slide over her tongue, but then, he’d slide to the depths of her mouth and pause. His cock would block her throat, but he’d corkscrew his hips and she’d feel the head of his cock slowly pushed into the tightness of her throat. When she gagged or choked, it only made him try to find what he did to make her do that so he could do it again.

Lloyd loved it when his cock went down her throat and she choked on it. It was pure pleasure as her tiny throat engulfed his cock in the tight hole, while her throat muscles fought to push him out, but only gave him such pleasure as they undulated over his cock like a serpent. He cared little that tears ran from her eyes, spit from her mouth or that she choked on his cock. She had to submit to him and each time his cock left her mouth, she opened it wide when he wanted back in.

He was balls deep in her mouth. She could feel her lips pushed up against him, and he jerked her on and off his cock but only inches at a time so he could breach her throat each time. She tried to push her head to the side to escape his cock as drool ran out, but he yanked her back so his cock wouldn’t escape her hot mouth.

She began to open and close her legs as best she could. The harsh ropes should’ve hurt her, but it was something else she felt. The lump of knots on her anus felt as though they went inside her, stretching her anal ring to accept them. Her anal muscles went into spasms as her sphincter snapped tight as though she could stop the knots from going inside. The knot on the opening of her pussy did the same thing until both holes began to spasm in sync with the other as though she welcomed them. Her clit felt as though it was crushed beneath the hardness of the knot, but the more it rubbed, the less pain she felt.

Lloyd couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed her head and began to yank it back and forth. Her tight lips ran up and down the shaft with such urgency.

She knew what would happen. He was frenzied as his cock began to leak profusely as he fucked her head on his cock. She could feel it swell to stretch her lips, and then, her mouth was flooded.

“GGULLPPHH,” she couldn’t contain it all as some of his cum spilled out of her mouth, but her cheeks ballooned to catch all that couldn’t escape. He continued to plunge his cock in and out, shooting again and again. She gulped and gagged as she tried to contend with the stream of cum that continued to fill her mouth. Even when he finished cumming, he continued to rock her head, yanking it from side to side as if he tried to use his cock to jam his cum down her throat. He finally stopped, but his cock head remained in her mouth. It finally retreated and she could turn her head to the side to let the stream of cum fall from her lips. She had a belly full of cum now.

Another man went between her legs. He had his cock out. He was big in length. She opened her mouth, knowing she had no other choice. He grabbed her head, and soon, his cock was exploring the inside of her mouth. He never thrust in straight, always from side to side to stretch her wider.

“That’s Jesse’s cock you have in your mouth, Justine. Keep your head pointed straight ahead and your mouth open wide.” Jesse began to feed her his cock. She began to gurgle quickly as his cock shot to the depths of her mouth, but he had more cock than her mouth could take, and she’d take every inch of it until he got his pleasure.

His cock went down her throat with ease, although she still gagged on it. He finally pulled it out, but when he went back in, his hand fisted the shaft and he used his cock like a sword. He grabbed the back of her head, and his fingers dug into her hair to hold her. He pushed his leg between hers until he felt his leg push up against her crotch. He rubbed his leg against her pussy as he fucked her mouth.

Jesse was more energetic, and his leg rubbed her crotch. The ropes rubbed her harshly as she squeezed her thighs and clenched her legs to get the ropes to move. They began to dance on her. She concentrated all her energy on the ropes as they sawed up and down her pussy and ass crack. Her mouth was tired of being penetrated by demanding cocks. She needed some pleasure. Jesse began to push his cock into her mouth using his hand. He pumped it as he shoved it in deep. Her mouth was a gaping hole for him to take with long thrusts that sent his cock to the depths of her mouth and throat.

“That’s it, Justine, take it.” He’d watch Michael and Lloyd take her mouth, and he was too excited now. He pumped his cock into her hot mouth, and then, he began to cum.

Her lower body began to move to drive the ropes to give her pleasure. It took only a few moments. She’d found the secret with Lloyd of rubbing her pussy, and now, with the help of Jesse’s leg; the ropes turned the pain to pleasure. Or is it that I got pleasure from the painful bondage? She was in the nick of time. Jesse masturbated his cock in her mouth, and as the first spurt shot down her throat, she felt it. It was the knot on her clit that sent her over the edge. She came as Jesse continued to jerk his cock in her mouth. His hands banged on her lips, but he cared little as he continued to pump it. He must have shot five times in her mouth, rubbing the head in her mouth to spread his abundant cum.

Cum dripped down her face to stain her blouse and skirt, but it was the shameful wetness that all could see between her legs. Her panties were soaked as well as the rope. She didn’t know how an inanimate object like the rope could bring her such pleasure, but she exploded in sync with Jesse cumming in her mouth. All of the people looked at her. She waited to see if another cock would be pushed into her mouth, but it was Michael that joined her and began to untie her. The others left the room.

Michael had brought another set of clothes for her to wear after she wiped the cum from her face. She went back into a large room where the others were still gathered. She knew some of them, but others she was introduced to by Michael as if they had just met for the first time. Then, there were the comments. She didn’t know whether to be ashamed or proud.

“My husband’s going to fuck my mouth hard tonight, thanks to you, Justine. You were magnificent. I hope I can satisfy him as well as you did those three men.”

“My husband’s cleaning up. You made him cum when Michael took your mouth. I told him I should’ve stopped rubbing his cock, but he told me no. He could handle it. He was wrong, and his shorts are soaked.”

“I was surprised to hear that your mouth was virgin, Justine. I thought you were talented.”

“I took two men my first time. I don’t know how you handled three.”

“I loved the way you came with Jesse. You’re going to enjoy bondage. The men are so skilled.”

Finally, they all left.

“I’ll take you home, Justine.” Michael was ready to leave.

“Home! I have a belly full of cum and a third of it is yours. I’m hungry. That’s the least you can do.”

“Yes, you’re correct. Have you been to Marcello’s?”

“Yes, and it’ll be fine.”

It was almost like a date, but this date had the blowjob before dinner, not after dinner. Justine laughed to herself over that thought. What she had with Michael was far from a date or a romantic arrangement. They were having idle conversation when she abruptly changed the subject. “Did you have any sexual experiences with my mother?”

Michael was waiting for that question. “Not really,” he answered, but he knew that wasn’t enough. “Your mother was a few years older than I was, and back then, it made a lot of differences since we were both young. But, I did sneak out one night and saw her. I knew what my parents were involved in. The community wasn’t the large gated community it is now. It started out with small houses in the mountains. No one had any great wealth. That came with each person’s success in the world. But, it was still a tight community of like-minded adults.”

“So you had dungeons back then?”

“No, back then, you’d think we were a bunch of witches and warlocks. All of the activities took place in the woods, mostly at night. And we were not very sophisticated. That came with time and money.”

That was more than Justine wanted to know about her mother sexually or have an image in her head of what she did. She’d pursue what made Sabrina and her mother part company so abruptly and permanently later. She had too much to comprehend now. “What happens now?”

“I told you this time was the only time for me with you. You need someone closer to your age. I know just the person and trust him to take care of you. But, don’t think that it will be a romantic encounter where you’ll make beautiful love together. He has the same inclinations as the rest of the group. The same inclinations I expect you have. I saw the way you were with the ropes. That was a test, and you passed with flying colors. But, there will be more tests in the future but not by me. You’ll see how varied the community is.”

“And at the end of the thirty days?”

“You’ll decide your future. Only you can do that.”





Chapter 8


Her own Dungeon



“We’ll be having a party at your house on Tuesday, Justine.” Michael called her to arrange it.

“What kind of party?” She knew it wouldn’t be a dinner party. That wasn’t what the community was about.

“It’s been a while since most have seen your dungeon.”

“Any particular reason for it?” Justine had learned to be cautious.

“You’ll be the center of attention, you and Edward.”

“Do I know Edward?”

“Remember when I told you I’d find someone for you. Someone that I trusted and that he’d teach you. That’ll be Edward.”

“I look forward to it.” She had little choice in the matter.

* * *

Justine spent the next day shopping in Roanoke. Buffy gave her some great stores, and Justine had a checkbook that had two hundred thousand dollars in it burning a hole in her pocket. Although she did find that owning a home as well as so many cars cost a lot of money. But, that would be a decision that she’d make on whether she’d stay in Mason Cove or sell the house and move elsewhere if the community wasn’t to her liking. She got some hints as to her decision, but there was much more to explore before she would make the final decision.

It was Tuesday, and Justine was proud of herself. She wasn’t nervous as she expected to be. Could I be getting used to submitting? Ever since she came to Mason Cove, it’s been like she went to a different world and tried to fit in. She wondered what she’d wear, but she knew it would make little difference after a while. The end result would be she’d be naked. But, at least this time she’d get fucked.

It was earlier than she expected when the doorbell rang. When she opened the door, she was greeted by a handsome man that she could only hope was Edward. He looked around thirty, dark black hair, blue eyes and a muscular physique. She had to fight not to be too obvious and check out to see if he had a bulge in his pants and how big it was. “I hope you’re Edward.”

“Yes, and I hope you’re Justine. I’ve been gone, so I’ve missed your debut, but you’re everything that I’ve been told to expect.”

“Come in, or should I go to my knees?” she joked.

“Michael told me you have a sense of humor. No, not yet but soon. I’ve heard that you learn well.”

After what she went through with sucking cocks, on her knees would be a snap. He entered the house. She saw that he had a bag in his hand, but she didn’t say anything.

“The others should be here soon, so I need you to get ready.”

He took over instantly, even in her house. “I thought I was ready.”

“The clothes aren’t quite fitting for the occasion since you are the star attraction. I brought something more suitable.” He sat down on a chair in the living room.

“Give them to me, and I’ll put them on.” The bag wasn’t very big, and she knew it would be flimsy.

“Take off your clothes.”

He became demanding immediately. She was in the living room with the drapes open and anyone could see in, but she didn’t have a choice. “Yes, Sir,” hoping to start off correctly.

It was still strange to strip naked in front of a man she just met, but she couldn’t deny she was attracted to him. She unbuttoned her blouse as she stared at him and pushed it aside to bare her breasts to him. She let the blouse fall to the floor, and she stood with her back arched to show him her firm, full breasts.

“Very nice,” Edward responded when she displayed her breasts. She didn’t stop, undoing her skirt at the side and letting it fall to her ankles. She kicked it away to stand there in a black thong.

Her pussy got wet when she was down to her thong. She turned around to show him her ass. She made her cheeks move. She knew she had a nice ass. She finally turned around and caught him rearranging his cock. He was big and bulging. She smirked in pride that she could inspire him that easily. She took her thong off quickly. She spread her legs and stood there naked for him. “I hope you like it.”

“I can work with it,” Edward answered. She was a bit of a smart ass. He’d get her in line soon enough. He had a leather harness for her breasts, but it would be a waste of time and would ruin the view. Her breasts stood up proud and her nipples pouted out. But, this she’d need.

He took a leather collar out of the bag, and he went behind her. She felt it go around her neck, and then, he secured it. It was two inches thick, and it pushed hard against her throat, but it was the leash that was attached to it that was disturbing. He’d treat her like a trained or untrained animal. The next thing he took out of the bag was a bunch of leather straps that were connected, but she couldn’t see how they’d work. He was behind her, and she felt the pleasure as one of his hand grabbed her buttock and yanked it apart. A leather belt went around her waist, but it was a leather strap that he pulled down between her cheeks. He released her buttock, and it snapped shut to trap the strap. It sat on her anus. He reached around the front and pulled the rest of the strap between her legs. He moved to the front, and he began to adjust the other two straps that pulled out. She didn’t know how it was connected, but the one strap became two.

“Spread your legs wider.” He began to arrange the two straps on either side of her pussy lips. He threaded them up until he got to the leather belt. He ran the straps through it and then began to tighten them. He took his time, making sure her pussy lips peeled back. When he finished, her pink pussy was grossly exposed all the way from her clit to her hole. Nothing was hidden from view except for her anus. He let her keep the heels she was wearing.

She thought he was finished, but then, he brought out a pair of leather straps and slipped them around her wrists behind her back. Now she was bound. That made her pussy soaking wet, and it showed vividly. The straps cut sharply up her crack and spread her pussy open wide. She didn’t know how it would feel when she walked.

“Yes, Michael did say that you did enjoy being bound. I can see your juices glisten in anticipation. Your guests should be here soon.” He led her off to the study, and he knew how to open the door to the dungeon. He’d been here before, but it was a long time since Sabrina had company in her dungeon. He didn’t go in, but he hoped that she’d bought some new pieces that he could use on Justine. At the spur of the moment, he reached in the bag and brought out the red ball gag. “Open your mouth.”

She couldn’t protest as he pushed it through her lips before a word would come out. Her mouth had to open wide, and he pushed the large ball beneath her teeth. She bit down on it, but it was so hard that it barely registered. She felt it tied around her head, and the drool already began to escape from her lips.

Justine had trouble walking while her hands were bound, and she was led on a leash. She knew that Edward would train her, but she never expected it to be this humiliating. It got worse when the doorbell rang and Edward led her to it. It was Mr. and Mrs. Hill.

“It’s good to see you, Edward.” John couldn’t take his eyes off of Justine, but Lily couldn’t take her hands off her.

“I like the look, Justine.” Lily ran her fingers over Justine’s nipples, and they perked harder than they already were. She began to pinch them. When her hand slid through the fine hairs of Justine’s bush, Lily found her soaked. She stroked Justine’s open slit and soon found the hardened nub of her clit stand out like a proud soldier. Her fingers went lower, and she soon had two fingers inside Justine’s wet pussy. “Grip my fingers, Justine.” Lily was rewarded with the firm grip of Justine’s pussy muscles.

Lily fondled Justine, and she couldn’t deny that Lily knew her way around a woman. Justine had seen her with Buffy. Lily liked women as well as men. Lily pulled her fingers out of her pussy, but it was John’s turn. His touch was harsher and more demanding like a man. Her breasts were gripped tight and her nipples abused, but by the time he deserted them, they were swollen with blood.

John put his finger at the entrance of her pussy. “Impale yourself on my finger, Justine, and then squeeze my finger as if it was a cock.”

It was shameful for her to do, but she pushed her hips forward until his waiting finger entered her. When she felt his knuckles smash into her pussy, she gripped his finger and held it tight.

“Fuck my finger, Justine.” John watched as she rode his finger and she grew wetter. He pushed another finger in her pussy, but it was so slick that it slid in with ease. She not only fucked his fingers, but she also clenched on them as if they were a cock that she had to milk. He finally pulled his fingers out, but his hand smothered over her buttocks. He pushed in her crack until he found the strap nestled tightly between it. “Too bad the strap is in the way.” He’d love to finger that hole and make her ride his finger when it was in her ass hole.

“Later it’ll be revealed,” Edward promised him.

There were at least ten couples that came, and all of them took their time to fondle her bound, naked body at the door. By the time the last person, Michael, came through the door, she was ready to cum. But, Michael was the only one that didn’t touch her, but he did give her a knowing smile.

“Come.” Edward led her off to the dungeon.

They all looked at her when she came into the room in anticipation of what Edward would do. She was surprised that Edward took the ball gag out of her mouth, but she was relieved. She swallowed all the spit in her mouth. Then, he untied her hands. She didn’t know how to react to that. She liked it better when she was bound. He began to take off the leather harness he secured her in, and when he put it down, she saw how wet the straps were.

“Over here, Justine.” Edward led her over to one of the pillories. This one was built for standing or being bent over. It was five feet high. The cross piece had three holes in it, the center the largest, and it was fitted with a leather collar in the hole to keep it from chafing the neck. The two other holes were on either side about a foot from the center and had the same leather collar. The base that the cross piece was connected to rose up from the floor, a thick beam of wood that was bolted to the floor with iron bolts. Another cross piece was six inches from the floor but only had two holes, but they were three to four feet apart. They also had leather collars in the inside. She might be thankful that they cared not to chafe her skin, but the pillory was much more sinister than that. The cross pieces had iron connectors that would allow it to be moved in any direction, forward or back, or up and down. A body could be contorted into hundreds of positions, and Edward knew most of them.

He lifted up the top crosspiece. “Bend over and place your head in the center.” He didn’t wait for her to comply, he pressed down on her back. “Now, put your hands in the other two holes, Justine.” She moved faster this time. He made short work of pulling the top piece down but placing it gently until he could make sure that he didn’t pinch any skin. He wanted her bound, not uncomfortable, at least not in this part.

Justine knew she was in trouble when Edward stood in front of her and her mouth wasn’t too far away from his crotch or anyone else’s. He went behind her, and she could feel his hot breath blow on her thighs as he kneeled behind her. He grabbed an ankle and pulled it far to one side. He pushed her ankle through the hole and secured it. Her feet wouldn’t go flat on the floor. The crosspiece was up too high, so she had to balance on her toes. Then, he did the other, but her crotch had to open wide. When her other leg was secured, she balanced precariously on her toes, but it was the way she felt her cheeks and pussy lips part lewdly from the wide spread of her legs. It made her crotch ache. But, at last, she’d get fucked, and from the bulge in Edward’s pants, she’d get fucked properly.

Edward stood in front of her and began to undress. He smirked when he pushed his pants down and revealed the leather pouch that held his cock and balls.

His cock bulged out obscenely in the tight leather pouch. Justine couldn’t wait to see it in all its glory and then feel it between her legs. He moved in front of her. He held her head as he rubbed his cock and balls on her face. She felt the soft leather rub on her, but it was the throbbing cock that she wanted to feel naked. She didn’t even care if he put it in her mouth.

He’d wait for her mouth until he taught her some manners. He deserted her, and she couldn’t turn her head as he went to the far wall where the whips and chains were neatly organized on pegs. He picked up a flogger, a lovely black and leather flogger with twenty falls. The leather was soft and supple but would provide a nice sting when it found flesh. He walked softly back behind her to not arouse her of his return. He wanted to surprise her.

Everyone looked at her, but she didn’t know why. She couldn’t see Edward and that worried her.

“SSSPLLLAATTT!” People jumped with the first slap of the flogger on her flesh. It rang out in the room like the sound of a bullet. But it was the next sound that they enjoyed, the shrill cry of a woman that was whipped.

“OOOOWWW!” She’d seen other people get whipped, and she felt a crop tap against her flesh, but it was nothing like this. Something big and hard raced across her buttocks with such authority. It felt like a dozen riding crops found her buttocks and beat her flesh. It stung all the way to the bone. It made it worse that she couldn’t see behind her. She didn’t know what to expect.

“SSSPLLAATT!” It was followed by Justine’s answer. “OOOOWWWW!”

It hurt worse than last time. Her buttocks were ablaze in pain, but she had little time to comprehend, for the next blow came instantly. She could barely catch a breath.

Edward was skilled with the flogger. With her ass pushed back and her legs spread wide, all of her body was exposed to him. He worked on her thighs, hearing her cry out as the leather falls wrapped around each soft thigh with such intensity. He made sure that he got close to her pussy without touching it.

Then, he went to work on her buttocks once again, but this time, he made sure that the falls went along her crack. He saw her clench her cheeks and struck her, but he waited before the next blow and she couldn’t keep her cheeks clenched tight. The minute they relaxed, the flogger swung through the air. Her cry grew louder and desperate as the falls found their target and shot between her cheeks to find her unprotected anus.

She couldn’t understand how she could get used to being whipped. It still stung when he hit her, but she felt something else at the same time. He worked over her thighs, but all she could think about was the air blowing over her pussy as the whip lashed her thigh so close. It had to be some type of flogger with many falls that struck her, and her thoughts were of one or two of the falls missing their target and finding the soft folds of her pussy from behind. Would it hurt or would it make me wetter? She was confused.

Then, he worked on her ass again. Her buttocks automatically clenched tight when she was struck, but all she felt was her inner muscles clench tight as though she hoped to trap a cock in her pussy. He didn’t strike her rhythmically, making her defenseless. He waited patiently until her cheeks couldn’t clench that tight any longer, and the next blow caught her directly on her anus. The whip exploded on her vulnerable hole. It felt as though the falls were trying to drive inside her rectum. Her anal ring was forced open by the power of the blow. It burned deep into her rectum. She clenched her cheeks, but it was too late and worthless for he was patient.

He caught her by surprise that time on her anus, but when he saw her tighten, he swung the flogger up from the floor. His aim was good.

She should’ve thought about what she wished for. The whip hit her pussy and slapped on the wet, delicate flesh with a decisive thud. She could feel each fall attack her slit to slide through her pulled-back lips to slap on the wet, pink inner flesh. She cried out.

He didn’t hit her with the same force as her buttocks, but he didn’t shy away from making sure that she didn’t appreciate the slap on her pussy. He raised the flogger up between her legs, but this time, he swished it back and forth between her legs, hitting her multiple times as the falls sought out her intimate flesh.

Her body jerked each time the flogger hit her, but she could barely move or escape. She could feel every fall that slapped her.

Her body’s frenzied jerking was unable to escape when he went from her anus to her pussy without letup. He saw how wet the flogger grew.

Her body slumped when the blows stopped, yet every muscle was tense, waiting for him to start again. Edward stood in front of her, a large flogger in his hand. He took the handle of the flogger and pushed it against her lips. She had no choice but to open up her mouth and take it in. Her lips opened wide around the hard, leather handle as it slid in her mouth. She knew what she had to do, and she began to suck it as if it was his cock. He rode in back and forth in her mouth as everyone watched her suck the whip.

“Let’s see if you’re as good with the real thing, Justine.” He put the flogger down and then opened up his pouch until his cock spilled free. He grabbed the shaft and stroked it until a milky drop sat on the head for Justine to savor the taste.

She opened her mouth obediently. Her tongue pushed out, and she felt the hot flesh of his cock touch her tongue. Her lips closed around the thick head and captured it, but she didn’t wait. Her tongue began to lash across it, in spite of lapping up the thick, salty cum that sat on the tip. No matter how much cum that was spilled in her mouth, she still didn’t like the taste. It fouled her mouth each time. But, that didn’t stop her from trying to please him. He was big and hard, and she wanted to feel his cock in her pussy. After all she endured, she deserved the pleasure. She began to suck his cock greedily, trying to take as much in her mouth as she could, and her tongue moved energetically all over his cock in spite of it dragging out more drops of cum that she was forced to swallow.

Michael had certainly taught Justine how to suck a cock. She was good and enthusiastic, but that isn’t where he’d finish off. He wanted that hot, tight pussy that he was promised. So far, no one had taken it, so he’d be the first. She wouldn’t be a virgin, but he’d take her for the first time while being bound. He pulled his cock out of her mouth.

She felt him behind her as he rubbed the head of his cock on her pussy. Her lips folded over the thick head in a warm embrace. “AAAWWWWW!” She found her pussy filled with rock-hard cock with such suddenness. The thick head stretched her, but it felt so good. “Fuck me!”

Edward was more than willing to accommodate her request. Her mouth was good, and he needed his pleasure. She was tight and Edward grunted as he put all the power behind his cock to sink it into the hot depths of her pussy. “Give me my pleasure,” he ordered her.

She welcomed his cock, and no matter how hard he thrust in and stretched her, it was pure pleasure. She gripped his cock when he withdrew and pushed her ass back to accept his thrust to the depths of her pussy. He slammed into her cervix, but she cared little that it was painful. She relished the fullness of his big cock.

His hands were everywhere as he fucked her. He stroked her clit until it swelled up, and then, he pinched it harshly to make her tighten her pussy muscles on his cock as he tore in and out. That got her riding him hard. As she bucked back against him, his hand ran down over her crack until he got the spasms in her anus. His finger pushed against the reluctant hole, but she couldn’t keep him out. He soon had a finger that plunged into her rectum. She cried out, but she was unable to escape the impalement of her ass hole.

Not only did his cock fill her, but also his fingers were everywhere. She welcomed his touch on her clit, even when he pinched and squeezed it too tight, but it was the finger that breached her anus that was disturbing. It wormed its way into her bowels, and she feared that a cock might follow. She gripped his cock with her pussy muscles, but as she did, her anal muscles gripped his finger as if she welcomed it. He began to fuck her ass hole with his finger, and it felt like she took two cocks inside her at once. His finger went deep into her guts.

He wiggled his finger in her ass hole and could feel his cock on the other side of her guts. It was as if he could masturbate his cock inside her pussy. With her ass hole and pussy squeezing his cock and finger with such pleasure, it was time to unload his cum into her waiting body.

“Cum for me, Justine. Now!”

She used all the power in her body to do as he ordered. He continued to pinch her clit, but it was the finger in her ass and his cock in her pussy that drove her over the edge. She wanted this; she needed this. She came just as he did, as if she directed his pleasure and not the other way around. He flooded her pussy with his cum, and she reciprocated with her own juices. It was a river between her legs and nothing could stop it. Not even the finger in her ass hole.

Michael was pleased by the way Justine came when Edward fucked her. She took to the whip and not even a finger in her ass could dampen her pleasure. They came as one and neither stopped for a long time.

It was as if she hadn’t cum in months. She’d never had a man take her pussy in such a manner and given her that much pleasure. Although she’d never been fucked while bent over and bound, it had been worth it. Edward pulled out of her but didn’t release her. He moved in front of her, and she saw his semi-erect cock in front of her face. His cock was slick with their juices. She couldn’t do anything as he rubbed his cum-drenched cock on her face and her lips. She didn’t have to be told to open her mouth and take his slick cock inside. The cum flooded her taste buds with the salty thickness of his cum. Her mouth went to work on cleaning his cock, but she also felt the hardness returning.

If Justine thought she was done, she was mistaken. Edward was already getting hard from her mouth, but he had to get her ready for others. Then, he’d return to her mouth. He found the clamps in the drawer of the closet along with all the other smaller toys. But, for clamps, these were far from being small. There were seven of them, with varying sizes. They were all Japanese clamps that would tighten when pulled. He also had a small box of weights connected to chains.

As much as she was satisfied, Justine couldn’t deny that she felt something when Edward blew on her pussy from behind. He was so close she was sure that she’d feel his tongue soon in reciprocation of her cleaning his wet cock. Instead, she felt something much different. He gripped one of her oily pussy lips, and then, she felt something bite into it. He released it, but her lip was pinched tightly. He moved to the other side, and she felt the painful bite again and then released. She felt a tug on her lips as if something weighed them down. He must have put clothespins or some kind of clamp on her pussy lips. He wasn’t finished. He went to the top of her lips and repeated the same thing. It tugged tighter on the top as it was so close to her clit.

He looked at the heavy clamps pull her pussy lips down, but he wanted to make sure they swung when she was fucked again. “Your pussy looks nice with clamps on them, Justine, but there is more.” He began to attach the weights that were connected by a chain that snapped onto the ring at the end of the clamps. Her lips began to stretch out farther, and by the time he got to the last one, he got a groan out of her.

“Now for your nipples, Justine. I noticed you enjoy the bite of fingers on them. I’ll see if you like them clamped.” These clamps were more powerful. He didn’t have to tease her nipples much to get them hard, and soon, he had each one clamped. She groaned loudly with each one, but she could do nothing but endure. The groan grew louder when he attached the weights to them. They dragged her perfectly formed breasts, her nipples elongated as they pulled toward the ground.

“One more then I’ll be done.” This was the smallest of the clamps, but the most important.

“NO, not there,” she knew instantly where the last one would go. There was only one place, and his finger soon sought out her clit. As much as she tried to repel the pleasure that he tried to induce in her clit by rubbing it, she was unsuccessful as her clit swelled up as if begging to be clamped. “OOOOWWWW!” It felt like her clit was crushed, but he clamped it near the base that sent all the blood to the tip until it throbbed. It grew worse when he released the clamp and the weight of it pulled her clit until it felt as though was stretched to the breaking point. Luckily, her body was bound so tight that she couldn’t move a muscle. If she did, it would send the weights swaying and tugging on the clamps. She didn’t know what that would feel like, and she was afraid of finding out.

“Ready?” Edward asked Joe. He was a friend of his, about the same age. He didn’t have a wife, at least not yet, and he found the community inspiring. There were more single women joining, hopefully like Justine would do.

Joe stood in front of Justine and took off his clothes hastily. He’d watched Justine get fucked by Edward, and now with the clamps on her body, he was excited that he’d be privileged to make her body dance when he fucked her.

Justine should’ve expected to be fucked by another man or more, but it became a reality now. He stood in front of her with a cock as big and formidable as Edward’s cock. She couldn’t deny that she’d welcome it, although she feared the clamps. The pain radiated from her breasts and her pussy but none worse than her clit. Will I be able to cum while I had my clit clamped and yanked? She lost sight of him, but then, Edward walked in front of her again.

“How about two cocks, Justine, at once? Open wide.”

It was as if the two men were one. They took her simultaneously, and it felt like one cock entered her mouth and came out her pussy. It speared her up the middle of her body. As the insistent cocks battered her body, she was jolted. The clamps came alive as if they were living beings. They tugged on her sex and nipples as though they were harsh fingers that sought out her defenseless body. Her mouth was filled with hard cock, and it shot to the back of her mouth with ease. Her pussy was filled with cock, but it sent the clamps that yanked her lips apart violently moving as he plunged his cock all the way inside her with one powerful thrust that took her breath away. She was soaked, but he was big and still stretched her no matter how wet she was.

Michael saw that Justine enjoyed herself in spite of the creativity of Edward. She took everything he and the others had to offer her and made her cum in spite of it or because of it. The others started to test out some of the other furniture that Sabrina had acquired while Edward continued to put Justine through her paces. It was a long night for her and she must have cum four times during it, but there were many more times that the men came with her assistance.





Chapter 9


Arrested



Justine found a good friend in Buffy. Although she was younger, she was far more experienced than Justine in many ways. She had a connection with the community, although she wasn’t part of it except for her connection with Mr. and Mrs. Hill. That was a strange arrangement.

She passed through the security gate of the community on her way home from having drinks with Buffy. She had three drinks, but it was a short drive, and she didn’t feel as though she was drunk or close to it. She felt safe once she was in the community. She was a block from her house when the inside of her car lit up with flashing red lights, and then, the sound of a siren shocked her. She looked in the rearview mirror and saw the police car. Where did it come from? She pulled over instantly and turned off the engine. She waited. The police car stopped, but no one got out. It felt like such a long time before she saw the doors open up. Two men got out, and they walked up to both sides of her car. She put her hands on the steering wheel to be non-threatening. I must have been driving too fast, although I never looked down at the speedometer. She’d take the ticket and go on her way. She could afford it. She opened the window on her side as the officer approached.

“License and registration, please.”

“Yes, Sir.” She took the license out of her wallet and pulled the registration from the glovebox. “Here.” He looked at them both and didn’t say anything about the registration in Sabrina’s name. They were the community police, so they would know everything about her and the inheritance. The other officer shined his flashlight through her closed window. She didn’t know what he was looking for.

“Would you step out of the car, Ms. Richter?”

“Is there a problem, Officer?”

“Only if you don’t comply with my request.” He stepped back and put his hand on his revolver.

She didn’t have anything to fear, so she got out of the car. She saw the way he looked at her legs as her short skirt rode up high when she got out. That was a good sign.

“Can I have your keys?”

She didn’t know why he wanted them, but she handed him the keys.

“Bruce, secure the car.” He turned to her. “Step behind the vehicle, Ms. Richter.”

The other officer locked her doors.

“Put your hands on the trunk and bend over,” Stan ordered her.

“What did I d—”

“Do it!” Stan ordered her in a loud, threatening voice.

She did as she was ordered, and now, she felt fear. She’d seen enough cop television shows to know that he’d search her. That could be very humiliating since there was no woman cop to do it.

Stan ran his hands over her body, but as much as he wanted to fondle her and slip his hands under the short skirt, he patted her hips and waist and not much else. He loved the way her ass pushed back and her legs were parted, as though she wanted him to do more. This wasn’t the place for it. He’d have the opportunity soon enough.

“Thank you for your cooperation. Stand up and put your hands behind your back.”

Now, Justine had more than enough of being bound since she came here, but this was different. She still didn’t know what she did, but the officer was a gentleman and she didn’t want to push the situation. If they arrested her, she’d be able to make a phone call, and Michael would be able to straighten it out. She put her hands behind her back, and she felt the cold steel of handcuffs put on her wrists.

“Come with us, Ms. Richter.” Stan urged her over to the police car, and Bruce already had the back door open. “Get in,” Stan pushed down on her head so she wouldn’t hit it. She almost fell into the seat as she struggled to get in with her hands bound behind her back. Her skirt rose up so high he could see her pale blue panties. Her breasts pushed out with her hands bound behind her back. She finally managed to sit upright, but her skirt was still high up her legs. He closed the door.

They got into the front seat and neither of them said a word to her. The car began to move, and it was only a few minutes before they pulled down a side street and stopped in front of a building. It was a larger building than she expected for a police department of a small gated community. But there was no doubt that it was a police station. The windows high up in the back of the building all had bars on them.

“Let me help you out, Ms. Richter.” Stan reached in and helped her to get out. She had to slide over the seat, and her skirt rode up high. He couldn’t take his eyes off her long, naked legs.

She was led into the building. There were desks inside, but no one else was around. They didn’t stop in the office; they went to the back. She thought she was going to be put in a cell, but the room was large. There was a table in the room along with some wooden chairs. The back wall was all mirrors, and it made the room look bigger than it was. The other side had cabinets, but they were all closed and some had locks on them. It must be where they kept the guns. She still didn’t know why she was here, but she was afraid of saying anything. So far, the officers had been courteous. It was probably a misunderstanding and would be straightened out soon.

“Over to the table, Ms. Richter.” It was time to do a more complete search.

It suddenly changed. One of the men was in front of her, but the other one was on the opposite side of the table. Her butt was pushed up against the table, but it was too high for her to sit on it. Her bound wrists were grabbed and pulled backward. Her body had no choice but to bend, the man in front prevented her from moving. Her back was bent unnaturally, and her shoulders ached as though they’d be pulled from the sockets. “What are you doing?” She panicked. Her hair was grabbed and her head yanked backward. Tears fell from her eyes as the hairs were yanked from her scalp. She was bent back more severely until she almost stared up at the ceiling. The other man was in front of her, and he refused to allow her to move until he pushed up against her. Then she felt it. There was no mistaking the erection that pushed up against her.

She might be slow and naïve at times, but she’d learned a lot since she arrived there. This was another test. Behind the mirrors, there were probably a lot of excited men and women that watched her. She never saw these two men before, but she was sure they were part of the community. She wouldn’t disappoint anyone. She’d play along with their little game, but there was some fear in her head on what they would do to her.

With Stan’s cock pushed up against her pussy, he gazed down at her breasts. Her body was arched erotically, and her breasts were pushed out until they pointed to the heavens. “I’m going to search you, so be still,” but he hoped that she wouldn’t listen to him. He wanted to feel her rub against his cock.

He pushed his feet between her legs, and his shoes banged into her ankles. She had no choice but to spread her legs wider and he pressed harder into her pussy with his erection when her pelvis was pushed up. As her legs spread wider, her pussy lips opened up and his erection slipped between them. His hands began to move up her hips and over her sides. He pushed her sweater out of the way so he could feel her naked flesh, but as he moved higher, his hands slid to the outside of her sweater. His hands quickly found her breasts and molded over the both of them. He squeezed them rudely, crushing her proud breasts in his powerful fingers.

“No bra, that’s good, Justine.” Stan’s fingers explored her breasts and sought out her nipples.

“No, don’t do that,” she cried out when his fingers gripped her nipples. His fingers were harsh and demanding, but her nipples swelled beneath his stern touch. He pinched her nipples, and when he released them, they swelled up as if they asked to be gripped again. His fingers ran over the tips, and then, he grabbed them between his thumb and forefinger. She saw her nipples gnarled by his fingers as he twisted and yanked on them.

She was glad he released her, able to stand up straight, but it was only temporary. The other man stood in front of her. She felt a hand on her back.

“Bend over,” Stan urged her as he pushed on her back. Bruce helped him by pulling her forward. “All the way down, Justine.”

Her hair swung down in front of her as she was bent over severely. The men didn’t stop until she was bent in half, then the one in front did the unthinkable. He trapped her head between his legs near his knees. She couldn’t move and her ass was thrust up high. Hard shoes banged into her ankles until she spread her legs again. She knew she’d be bruised the next day unless she submitted each time without question. She could feel how high her skirt pulled up in the back when he kneeled behind her and she felt his hot breath blow on her thighs.

Stan’s hands moved quickly when he saw the smooth thighs before him. He rubbed the silky flesh, but his hands continued to move up higher until he came to her panties. He hoped for a thong but was disappointed by panties, but they were pulled tight over her ass and mound from her being bent over. He could make out every crevice and crack in her body. “Nice firm buttocks.” He grabbed a cheek and squeezed it.

His hands took liberties with her. She felt his fingers so close to her pussy, but they didn’t touch her there. She was disappointed. When he grabbed her buttock, her anal ring was forced to open from the sharp pull on her crack. She couldn’t stop her buttock muscles from clenching erotically beneath his hand. Her head was released, and she stood up again and was surprised when the handcuffs were taken off her wrists. She rubbed her wrists to get the circulation back.

“I’m going to need you to strip naked for us, Justine. Take off your sweater.”

“I didn’t do anything, why do I have to take off my clothes?” Justine protested. She didn’t know where it came from, but in his hand was a bamboo rod. It wasn’t thick, but it was flexible.

“If you don’t, we’ll do it for you, and then, you’ll get twenty on that lovely ass. I’d hate to mark your ass, but I’ll get enjoyment from seeing you squirm beneath my rod.” Stan’s cock was rock hard.

“No, don’t do that,” she surrendered. She stood in front of them and the mirrors as she pulled her sweater up over her head. Her bare breasts burst free. She put the sweater on the desk, her hands at her sides.

“Put your hands on your neck and let your elbows bow out to the side. Arch your back and stick those lovely tits out.” She did as he demanded. Her breasts rose up as she arched her back and pushed them out. The hardened nipples were like rocks.

“Shake them!”

Justine felt like a stripper as she shook her breasts at the two men. They didn’t tell her to stop for a long time.

“Slip off your panties, but leave your skirt on for now.”

At least that was less shameful as her hands slipped under her skirt and pulled her panties down. She put them on the table.

“Spread your legs shoulder width, Justine, and then slowly draw your skirt up.”

She saw the men rub their crotches as she raised her skirt up. They never told her to stop until it was up to her waist. With her legs spread wide, her pussy lips were parted. She felt the wetness between her legs as she stood there almost naked.

“Take off the skirt,” Stan grew too eager.

She let it slip to the floor but didn’t bother to pick it up. If she did, her breasts would hang down like ripe fruit.

“Reach down and peel your pussy lips apart. We want to see everything.”

This was worse than an intimate exam. She struggled to get a good grip on her oily lips. She pulled them open until they ached. It should’ve shamed her, but her pussy grew wetter. Their eyes never looked at her face. They were fixed between her legs.

“Turn around and bend over at the waist. Grab your ankles. Spread your legs wider, much wider this time.”

This was humiliating. She spread her legs wide, and as she bent over, her cheeks opened up lewdly. When she grabbed her ankles, she couldn’t control the way her anal muscles clenched and unclenched. It was as if her anus winked open for them.

Stan admired the tiny hole. It looked like a star between her white cheeks, virgin for sure. Nothing very big had ever been in there before.

It was time to secure her now that she was naked. “Help me, Bruce.”

She stood up when she heard something dragged across the floor. They took a black cloth off of it, but Justine had no idea what it was. It was made out of thick wood, dark and old. It was very strong and solid. It had some resemblance to a table or a chair but was different. It looked like it has a pedestal about a foot up with wooden planks on the outside of the frame. They weren’t as long as the piece. But there was no mistaking the leather straps that adorned it. She’d seen those in abundance since she came to the community.

The most obvious difference was that it had a support low down close to the ground, but nothing above it. It left it completely open to the center of it in both the front and back. Her visual inspection of it was interrupted as the two men grabbed her and brought her over to it.

“Lift up one leg, Justine. We’ll hold you so you don’t fall over.”

Her legs spread too wide and exposed her as she lifted one leg to put her foot on one of the pads at the side of it. It was about a foot up from the ground. One man held her to keep her balanced, but the other one secured her ankle into a thick leather strap that he drew tight.

“Now the other,” Stan helped her lift the other leg, and she was now standing up higher than they were, but her other ankle was secured and she couldn’t close her legs. They were spread wide, too wide. She didn’t know why they wanted her a foot off the ground. It didn’t make sense to her.

“Squat down, Justine.” Stan pushed her down harshly until she stopped resisting.

It was difficult to do with her ankles bound. Her crotch opened up and ached by the time she was in the position they wanted, but they weren’t finished. They each wrapped a leather strap around her upper leg and lower leg and secured it. She wouldn’t be able to get up while it was on. She felt her pussy open up as well as her anus. She could feel the air in the room blow inside her intimately.

Stan grabbed her arms and pulled them up in the air behind her. Bruce was ready with the wood beam. He pushed the thick wood into the slot until it was secured. It stood up over four feet against her back. It worked to perfection, a thick block of wood stuck out two inches into the center of her back. It forced her back to arch unnaturally, but Stan could only admire the way it offered up her breasts to him. He pulled her arms behind the wood and secured them together and tied through the large iron bolt. It pulled her arm down and forced her elbows to the sides. This fashioned her breasts more exotically. Her body was drawn taut.

Every muscle in her body ached. They had forced her into this contorted position that was unnatural to her muscles. Every sinew was stretched to the limit, but it was her pussy and anus that was spread so wide, as if they were penetrated.

“Comfortable, Justine? I’m Stan and that’s Bruce, we’ll be your tormentors today. You’re exposed salaciously. I’ll start with those lovely tits. They’re begging for attention, especially your nipples.”

She didn’t say a word when he picked up the bamboo rod again. He moved next to her, and he ran the rod over her nipple. The bamboo had knots on it, and they sliced into her tender flesh. He traced her nipples, and she couldn’t stop them from growing bigger and sensitive as though they sought out the rod. “OOOWW!” He swung the rod, and it grazed over the end of her nipple. It stung to the depths of her breasts, but he already swung it again. It struck her nipple with a deep thud and a resounding pain. She couldn’t move an inch, forced to offer her breasts up for punishment.

Stan worked over both of her nipples with the rod before he slapped her breasts on the soft underbelly and made them dance and jiggle. She bit her lip, but her cries were muffled. Her nipples grew to be bigger targets, and he took advantage of that.

Bruce was ready with the twine. Stan stopped whipping her breasts, and Bruce worked on her nipples. He made a loop in the twine and encircled on her nipples. He pushed the shrinking loop down until it captured her nipple just where it met her areola. He pulled the loop tight and looked to see the nipple swell and turn a dark red. Stan ran the hook down from the pulley above her and secured the twine to it. He went to her other nipple and secured it in the same way until they were both strung up on the hook.

Her nipples felt as though they’d explode, and when Bruce ran his fingernail over the blood-swollen tips, it felt like a knife cut into the sensitive flesh. The rod had made them sensitive, and the twine kept them that way. Bruce began to pull both of the twines up higher, and her proud nipples became stretched and misshaped. When he secured the twine, her nipples were bent and the tips were blood red, almost purple. She feared what they’d do now.

Bruce and Stan had the clamps ready for her pussy. They kneeled down and stroked her pussy before they clamped it. Her pussy liked the attention, and she grew wet. Stan ran his finger all the way to her clit, but he didn’t touch it. He’d tenderize her a bit first.

It felt good when they rubbed her pussy, but she saw the clamps in their hands. There were four of them, and she knew where they’d go. They were thick and shiny, and she saw the metal teeth that would bite into her flesh glint in the light. They deserted rubbing her pussy, but they each grabbed one of her pussy lips. She thought they were spread wide now, but she saw the shiny chains attached to the clips. They’d put slim posts to her sides, and they had metal rings on them. “OOOWWW!” There was no way she could prepare for the bite of the clamp on her pussy lips. The clamps were big, and they sought out a lot of her sensitive flesh. They put two more on her pussy, one up and one down on each side. She felt the pull as they ran the chains through the rings. They grinned evilly as they pulled the chains. Her pussy lips began to part. They did it slowly but deliberately. At first, it was an annoying tug, but then, it began to ache. Her lips weren’t made to open that way or that wide.

Stan never saw a pussy that up close and personal. Her lips were spread so wide that only pink, wet flesh was revealed. Her clit stood out like a tiny cock, and her pussy was a dark, mysterious hole that beckoned him. “Good job, Bruce. How do you like it, Justine?”

“Please, it’s too wide,” she begged, but her problems grew worse when Stan picked up the rod. “No, not there, not like that,” she begged.

“I wouldn’t do that to you, Justine.” He put the rod down, but he picked up the paddle machine. He pushed it into the slot built in the front to handle a collection of devices they had made to torment a man or woman. It had a small electric motor that propelled the wheel. On the wheel were a plastic ruler and a leather strap. As the wheel turned and the ruler or strap got close, it would catch on a piece of wood. It would make the ruler and strap bend until the wheel drew it completely threw. Then, it would be released and all the pent-up force would be unleashed. The ruler or strap would strike out whatever was in front of it. In this case, it would be Justine’s well-spread pussy. The speed of the wheel would determine the force of the blows.

It didn’t take her much to figure out what it would do. Her only concern was how hard it would do it. She knew a plastic ruler had a lot of force when bent back and the leather strap looked sturdy and formidable. It wasn’t limp leather but had some kind of hard core in the inside that would bring forth the stored-up energy. She couldn’t do anything as they turned on the wheel and it began to move. It wasn’t that big of a wheel and there were two items on it, so it didn’t take long. It went like slow motion as the plastic ruler bent back, and then, it was suddenly unleashed. She heard the wet slap of the plastic on her pussy before she felt anything. It was as if it was a delayed reaction, but then, it was intense. Her inner lips were hit with such intensity, slapping hard on the wet, soft flesh with painful consequences. She cried out, but the leather paddle was already stretching to begin its descent. It was released, and it hit her pussy harder with a resounding thud that shook her bound body. “OOOWWW!”

She could barely breathe as the paddle machine continued to work her pussy over. Her inner flesh was sore as the device took its toll on her flesh. It went on for long minutes before they turned it off and removed it, but it took her minutes before the phantom slaps on her pussy disappeared. Thankfully, her clit was spared.

Bruce smiled when he got the clitytwister. It was a new device, and he’d be the first to use it. He’d tested its capabilities but not on a woman. Stan had allowed him to use it, for he had his own agenda. Justine would soon learn their plan.

The clitytwister was a beautiful device. It was hooked up to a standard suction machine with a thin plastic hose, but it had something new added to it. They’d designed it so that the suction would pulsate, but also the suction would bend and twist. Justine would be the first to feel its full effects. At the end of the hose was where the workmanship and beauty shined brightly. It was made out of the finest glass. The tube was long, over two inches. The outside was smooth, but the inside had small ridges and bumps.

She didn’t know what it would do, but Bruce told her instantly. His fingers went to her clit. She shuddered in pleasure as the tiny button swelled up in anticipation. It was about time she got some pleasure. She didn’t know what the machine would do, but it was impressive looking.

It didn’t take long for Bruce to get her clit to swell up. That was all that was needed. He threaded the glass tube on her clit. Her clit wasn’t that big yet, so he managed to snake the tube over it. He turned the machine on low, and her clit was pulled deeper into the glass tube.

“AAAWWWWHHH!” It was intense. Her clit was pulled by the suction, and the glass tube enclosed it in its tight embrace. But, she couldn’t deny that it felt good.

Bruce lulled her into a false sense of security. Then, he began to fool with the knobs, and the machine began to pulsate as he increased the suction. Her body shuddered. He saw her clit pull deeper into the tube. It stretched her clit almost an inch long.

Now, this was something that felt good. After all she’d endured; her clit was brought to delightful pleasure. It felt as though it was suckled by a mouth, the pressure changed constantly. Her clit was suctioned erotically, pulling and releasing it as though it was milked. She never felt anything like it before, and her pussy began to flood with her juices.

Stan was ready now that Bruce had Justine’s attention. He greased up his finger with a lubricant and went behind her. Her ass cheeks were parted rudely, and her tiny anus was opened and pulsated in rhythm to the clitytwister. He began to rub around the tiny knot of her anal ring until it glistened. He saw her buttocks try to clench tight, but the spread of her legs and the tight bondage left her defenseless. His finger began to press into the center of the star of her anus, and he felt the muscles began to fight the intrusion of his finger.

Justine couldn’t stop the depraved finger that ran over her anus. As much as it was disturbing, the pulsating pleasure she felt on her clit overcame all of her discomfort. The finger didn’t hurt, but it was humiliating to be touched in such a place. She tried to ignore the finger, but her anal ring was already stretched wide, and it took only a second before the slick finger pushed in through her sphincter. Her muscles involuntarily tightened, but it did little good against the slick finger. It began to move inside her slowly from side to side as if he tried to stretch her wider than she was now. She couldn’t move an inch as his probing finger slowly impaled her. She could feel the hard knuckles pass through her stretched anal ring as more of his finger plundered her ass.

Stan felt her hot, tight ass on his finger, and he knew something that would feel better, his cock. But, first Bruce would relax her and nothing would be better than making her cum. He pushed his finger inside her tight ass hole and felt the muscles grip him so tightly, as if she didn’t want him to leave. He twisted his finger until he was as deep as his finger would go and his knuckles beat against her defenseless anus. He began to finger fuck her ass hole, his finger sliding in and out with little trouble.

His finger felt like a cock, but she turned her attention to her swollen clit and the increasing pleasure she felt. The pulsating increased, making her clit swell and was sucked deeper into the glass chamber. Her clit rubbed along the harsh bumps and ridges, but it made it tender and sensitive. She felt everything more intensely.

“I think you’ll like this, Justine.” Bruce changed the setting on the machine. The pulsations changed.

“AAWWWWW!” She couldn’t believe what happened to her clit. It felt as though it was twisted inside the glass tube and pulled as it pulsated. Her clit was crushed in the tube as the suction grew so great that her clit felt as though it would be sucked from her body. She wouldn’t last much longer, and she groaned as her anal ring stretched wider. It felt as though more fingers were pushed into her rectum and rubbed against her resisting muscles.

Bruce watched her clit move up and down in the tube. It was a brilliant red, swollen with blood and stretched to unbelievable length. He let the machine work her over, all the settings set to high.

With two fingers in her ass hole, he rubbed them harshly in her rectum. She barely registered the impalement of her ass hole. The device worked over her clit too expertly. He’d have her slick and ready before she knew what happened.

“Don’t, don’t, don’t stop,” Justine cried out. She needed to cum after all she’d endured so far. The machine worked over her clit better than any man or woman could do. It was impersonal but effective, refusing to stop until the machine extracted her orgasm from her bound body. She didn’t even care that the men would see her explode or that her ass was penetrated in the most degrading way.

“That’s it, Justine, cum for me,” Bruce urged her as he watched her.

“YYYEESSSS!” Her body exploded. The machine milked her orgasm. She never felt anything like this before. Her pleasure exploded in her brain and spread throughout her body. Her nipples swelled until they felt as though they’d explode. Bound and stretched, they were so sensitive. Her pussy was flooded and she was sure that there was a puddle beneath her. It was as though she pissed. Another explosion hit her to send her to another plateau, but her clit was given no respite. It was sucked and tormented with pleasure. Her body was exhausted from cumming so hard, but the machine continued its pulsating suction on her clit. Her clit was swollen and sore, but it was continually rubbed on the harsh inside of the glass tube, back and forth, until it felt like sandpaper. Yet, her orgasm never ended. Her pussy muscles clenched as though she tried to search out a cock inside her, but she was disappointed. Her anal muscles clenched in sync, but there she found a finger to grip and her muscles tightened on it so hard that it barely moved. She never felt anything like it. She shouldn’t have any pleasurable feelings in there, but that isn’t what she felt.

The two men watched her as she came violently and long. They refused to allow her to end her orgasm until they drained every pleasure from her body. “She grips my fingers with her ass so nicely. I can’t wait any longer.”

The machine was suddenly turned off, and her body melted into a pile of muscles that felt like mush. Luckily, she was bound, for it held her up. They pulled the glass tube off her clit, and it rode harshly over her sensitive clit one last time. Justine couldn’t move as they finally untied her. They had to help her up, almost carrying her over to the long table. Her upper body was laid on the table.

Stan was sure that those behind the mirrors were pleased with her performance, but now, it was Bruce’s and his turn for pleasure. He went behind her, kicking her legs apart. They spread with no resistance. His cock was slick with oil, the almost purple head of his cock snuggled between the shiny cheeks of her ass. He pushed his cock to nuzzle the opening of her ass hole.

Her body was unable to give any resistance as they bent her over the table. She expected to feel a cock in her pussy, but it pushed against her anus. Only then did the thought of what he’d do pop into her head. Now, she knew why his fingers pushed inside and stretched her. He lubricated her for something much bigger. She began to panic.

“No, don’t, not there, fuck my pussy,” she begged, but it was too late. Her anal ring couldn’t keep out his invader. The slick head of his cock pushed through her sphincter and into her rectum. “AAARGGHHH!”

Stan grunted with such pleasure. Her rectal muscles gripped the head of his cock so hard that it felt as though she crushed it. His cock was in her hot, tight hole, but only the head was captured. He looked down to see the rest of his shaft pushed out of her anus. Her anal ring was stretched tightly around the shaft to pin it in its warm embrace.

“No, don’t move,” she cried out. It felt like a giant lump inside her ass. Her anal ring burned from stretching so wide, but she was thankful he didn’t tear her. His cock was much bigger than two fingers, and every time her muscles convulsed, his cock jerked in response.

“You’ll give me a good ride, Justine, and then, Bruce will take your ass.” He flexed his cock inside her so she’d feel the power he had over her. His hands went to her hips to hold her steady as he pressed forward with his cock.

“NO, no, slowly, not so deep,” she begged, “no take it out.” She could feel the thick head of his cock stretch her bowels open as her anal ring rode over the shaft.

He heard her harried breathing as she cried out, but he cared little except for the pleasure of her tight muscles that rippled along his cock. He waited until her pleading stopped then drew his cock back until only the head was gripped by her tight muscles. Her anal ring stretched, but at the last minute, he pushed back in to penetrate her deeper. Justine went up on her toes as his cock pushed deep into her bowels.

It was as if a sword was shoved up her ass. His cock filled and stretched her, fearing that he’d tear her if she tightened up. She tried to relax her muscles, but it was difficult with a hard cock plunging in and out of her ass. She never expected to be taken like this, but she should’ve. Inch after inch of cock slipped in and out of her ass.

Stan worked his cock in and out of her ass hole slowly so that he could savor every moment of it. He stared down as his cock disappeared in her anal ring until he was balls deep. He flexed his cock deep in her guts. “You got it all, Justine. I’m going to fuck you and make you take the full measure of my cock in your ass.”

His balls slapping against her flesh was proof of the shameful act of sodomy. His cock jerked inside her, but then, she felt him withdraw. It was like a giant suction that pulled her guts out behind his cock as he withdrew. Her insides collapsed as his cock left, but as soon as her tight anal ring trapped the head of his cock, he plunged back in with a powerful thrust that took her breath away and stood her up on her toes once again in an attempt to escape the impalement. He plunged back in, cramping her stomach when he shoved in so hard. “Not so harrrdddd,” she cried out as his thrusts became frenzied and his cock felt as though it grew bigger and thicker.

Her internal muscles squeezed his cock to milk it. Stan couldn’t wait any longer as she brought him too much pleasure.

Justine felt him climax inside her after a series of hard thrusts in her ass hole. A hot flood of cum jetted deep inside her intestines. She was ashamed by the pleasure she felt of the slippery stimulation of his cock inside her rectum. It sent a strange tremor of pleasure along her ass hole. She sighed when he pulled his cock from her ass hole, leaving her empty and unfulfilled. She never expected to feel pleasure back there, but he showed her something different.

For the second time, she felt another hard cock nudge against her wet, slippery ass hole. The stabbing pain of his hard cock tore through her anal ring and plunged into her rectum. Her anal ring gripped his cock as though she wanted him inside her.

Bruce couldn’t believe the way this felt. He’d watch Stan take her ass hole, burying his cock in her guts. His excited cock slipped into the wet hole, and he drove deep inside her without restraint.

Justine panicked when the thickness of his cock stretch her guts as he plunged in then withdrew with the same eagerness. She began to cry out as Bruce fucked her ass hole faster and harder. She was already sore from Stan’s cock, but she began to feel a heat that she never expected. “Rub my clit,” she begged. He slipped his hand beneath her, and she jerked back in pain when he grabbed her sensitive clit too hard and that threw his cock to the darkest depths of her guts. “Yes, fuck my ass. Make me cum when you fill me with your hot cum.”

Bruce fucked her ass like an animal, riding her hard and fast. It didn’t take long as her clenching muscles milked the cum from his swinging balls. He began to spurt inside her, and the last powerful thrusts took her over the edge at the same time. Bruce rose up high as every muscle in his body grew taut. Her velvet ass hole gripped and milked his cock as he felt her orgasm overcome her body. He teased her clit, forcing her to drive back onto his spurting cock. He stayed contently in the grip of her tight ass hole as he spent the last drops of his cock into her body. “Squeeze my cock out, Justine.”

It was intense as she came when his cock spurted inside her guts. He shot load after load inside her until they were both spent. Forced to push him out, she used all her strength to grip his cock and squeeze it out. It was a shameful act she performed before his cock slipped out and she snapped her sphincter tight. The air was thick with the smell of sex and cum.





Chapter 10


Femdom of Female



“I’m a good cook; how would you like to come over for dinner?” This was the first time that Justine invited Buffy over to her house. They had gone out so many times, but for some reason, it was always at restaurants. Justine felt bad, as if she thought that Buffy didn’t fit in with the community.

“I’d love to. I’ve never seen your house.” Buffy wasn’t sure of their relationship. Is it that I am the only one she knows outside the community? Or is it that she is afraid of my relationship with the Hills? “I’ll bring a bottle of wine or two.”

“I’ll have a pass for you at the gate.” Justine laughed after she hung up. I hope she doesn’t have trouble with the police. She’d go to Madam Tourseau’s the next day. She hoped that she’d have what she was looking for. She went for a jog in the woods, wanting to stay in shape. Too many people would see her naked. She never expected that would be her reason for exercising.

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Justine settled into a routine, although Michael or Edward had a way of interrupting it. She took a shower after a good night’s sleep. Cumming always made her sleep well, and the police officers did a good job of making her do that. Her ass was a bit sore, but that was expected after what she endured. She went for a walk outside and then spent the morning rearranging the house. She was beginning to turn it into her house, not Sabrina’s, although it would take a lot to do that.

She dressed in jeans and a pullover, but the jeans were expensive, over three hundred dollars, and they fit her like a glove. She hoped that Madam Tourseau wouldn’t be offended by her buying them in Roanoke.

As she passed the gate, she looked around for the police, but they weren’t in sight. Are there really police or does the community members use it only for a ruse?

“Welcome, Ms. Richter. What can I help you with?”

Her eyes scanned her jeans, but she didn’t say anything. “You said that you have some special items if I should need them.” She was a bit nervous about saying it, not sure how much she knew about the community.

Justine looked uncomfortable. “Let me show you.” She wouldn’t make her say it. She brought her into the back room, but it wasn’t small or dingy. It was a large room with aisle after aisle of various items.

Justine had been in a sex shop once when she bought a gag gift for a bridal shower, but it was nothing like this. The sex shop paled in comparison. Justine didn’t know there was that many things, but the aisles went on row after row. There was everything—whips, chains, toys, vibrators, dildos and many things that she didn’t know what they did.

“I have an extensive inventory. What were you interested in?” She’d seen too many women spending all afternoon in the room inspecting everything.

“Something for women to women.” She felt a blush on her face when she said it.

“Domination or submission?”

“Domination.” Justine had seen Buffy submit to Lily.

“Do you have anything now?”

“I’m not sure, so I guess I should get everything I might need.”

When Justine was finished, she had three shopping bags filled. She’d have to learn by that night what some of them did or experiment with them on Buffy. “Thank you, Madam Tourseau.”

“Enjoy yourself, Ms. Richter.”

She hoped the police wouldn’t stop her now and find everything she bought. She brought them inside and put them in the dungeon. She didn’t take them out of the bags. She had to begin cooking and get ready. She wondered if all they toys were such a good idea. She didn’t know if she could do it.

Everything was ready in time for Buffy to arrive. The doorbell rang on time.

Buffy stood on the porch in a short skirt and pullover. She was taller than Justine even though she was two years younger. Justine had larger breasts, but Buffy was no slouch in the breast department. Even though Buffy never went to college, the two of them got along well. Justine had the education, but Buffy had the street smarts. Buffy also suspected that she was much more experienced in sex than Justine, although Justine was catching up.

“Hi, come on in.” Justine was glad to see her. “You never saw the house when Sabrina lived here?”

“No, it’s the first time.”

“I’ll show you around after dinner. It’s ready now, and it’s better while it’s hot.” She took the bottles of wine. “Come on into the kitchen.”

Justine made lasagna, the first time she did much cooking since she came there. Most of the time, she cooked for herself and she made something simple. They ate slowly and enjoyed the wine.

Buffy helped her clean the kitchen, and then, Justine showed her the house. It was big and furnished more for an older woman, but Buffy could see Justine’s additions to make it her own. “It’s a nice house.”

They went back to the living room and took out the second bottle of wine. They started with small talk, but Buffy knew she wanted to ask another question. It took her a glass of wine before she got to it.

“So, what about you and Lily.”

“You mean girl sex,” Buffy responded with a grin on her face.

“Yes, girl sex.” That sounded so much nicer than lesbian sex.

“Are you wondering if I only do women?”

“Yes, I guess so. If I’m too inquisitive, tell me.”

“No, I enjoy men also, more than women.”

Justine wondered if Lily paid her, but that was too imposing.

“How come you didn’t show me the dungeon?” Buffy asked the question.

“I didn’t want you to think that I wanted to get you into the dungeon like Lily does.”

“Show me. I hear that it’s impressive.”

Is that an invitation for me to take her? Justine wanted to try dominating a woman. She’d never done anything like that before, but she saw Lily with Buffy and that intrigued her. She’d bought everything she needed and more. “Come on.”

Buffy followed her and watched the swing of Justine’s ass as they walked. They went into the study. Buffy had heard about it already, although she didn’t say anything.

“It’s a secret passage.” Justine tilted the book, and the door opened up. She turned the light on. “Come in to my dungeon,” Justine tried to say it in an evil tone, but it didn’t sound that ominous.

“I’m impressed,” Buffy said as she looked around. It had everything and more. Sabrina must have had varied interests.

“Now that you’re in my dungeon, you’re in my power.” She put her hand around Buffy’s waist and drew her next to her. She didn’t think she had it in her, but she put her hand on Buffy’s chin and tilted her head toward her. She pressed forward until their lips came into contact with each other. Sparks flew across their lips, and for the first time, Justine felt the soft lips of a woman touch hers. She boldly pushed her tongue through Buffy’s lips. They parted submissively, and Justine searched out her tongue. It was a deep, passionate kiss, and Justine pressed her body against Buffy’s. It felt good. She could feel herself grow aroused at kissing and rubbing against another woman.

Buffy let her kiss her for long minutes and responded with her tongue. Justine might be inexperienced with women, but she was enthusiastic. That was good.

Justine finally broke the kiss. She went over to the table that had the three shopping bags and emptied them out. “I bought these for you, Buffy.”

Buffy walked over to the table. She had bought everything. Justine would have to keep her for a week to try half of it. But, she was a bit too naïve. Buffy didn’t say anything as she walked over to the table. She saw what she wanted. “It looks like I’m yours.” But, Buffy picked up the handcuffs and grabbed Justine. She spun her around and had the handcuffs on her wrists behind her back before she could get a word out edgewise.

Justine felt good that she was so dominating of Buffy, and her pussy got wet at what she’d make Buffy do. She didn’t know how it would feel to have a woman lick her pussy to make her cum, but she’d find out. So it came to her with a shock when she was spun around and, in seconds, her wrists were bound behind her back. “Wha—”

“Shut up or I’ll take the whip to you,” Buffy said roughly. She’d picked up a riding crop from the table and slapped it on Justine’s ass. “Like that!”

Justine was startled and a bit scared. She hadn’t expected this.

“I’m going to make you my bitch. I’ll have you crawling on the floor at my feet and your mouth will serve my pleasure.” She opened up her purse and took it out. “Luckily, I brought my dildo. It’s my favorite to tame new bitches.” She showed Justine the long, thick black dildo. It was shaped like a cock, but it had hard rubber studs beneath the thick head that would rub a pussy harshly. The veins that littered the shaft were thick and tormenting. It was also filled with cum that a male friend of hers had donated that afternoon, so Justine would get everything realistic.

Justine was pushed against the table, and she couldn’t back away from Buffy. It was as if she was a different person. Buffy grabbed her breasts, and her fingers dug cruelly into the flesh. Buffy grabbed her urgently, and she didn’t have any patience. She tore her pullover. She didn’t think she was that strong, but her pullover was in shreds on the floor. Her naked breasts bounced free, but Buffy encouraged them as she slapped them from underneath to catch the soft underbelly.

“I’m going to enjoy those tits. I see you have jewelry for them.” Buffy snapped her long fingernails over Justine’s nipples.

“Thud, thud!”

Buffy’s hard fingernails hit her nipples severely. Justine saw her long fingernails and knew that they could be dangerous. Her nipples were snapped again, and when the fingernails were gone, her nipples were hard and throbbing as if they begged to be abused. “EEEEEHHHH!” Suddenly, Justine was goosed. She was against the table and couldn’t escape as Buffy grabbed her crotch and dug her fingers into her pussy. She wore jeans, but she couldn’t escape the cruelty.

“Your cunt is mine.” Buffy squeezed tighter, but she needed to get rid of her jeans and panties, if she wore any.

Justine looked down as Buffy opened up the button on her jeans. She grabbed the top of the jeans and, with her other hand, pulled the zipper down. Buffy knew her shameful secret as soon as she did.

“What a slut. No panties. What did you have planned for me? Were you going to make me lick your pussy to make you cum on my face?” Buffy yanked the jeans down over her hips, and as she bent over, she pulled the heels off Justine’s feet. It took her a second to discard the jeans. She stood back up, and then, she grabbed her pussy severely. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of her lips and squeezed her. Justine squirmed, but she couldn’t move away. When Buffy pulled her hand away, her fingers were wet from Justine’s pussy.

“Are you my bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she obeyed immediately, but that was what Justine was going to have made Buffy call her. It was a different story now. The thought of licking another woman’s pussy never popped into her mind.

There was a small bed in the room. Buffy dragged Justine’s naked body over to it but not before she picked up some rope. Buffy sat down and pulled Justine over her lap. She tied her ankles with the rope.

Buffy spanked her hard. Her buttocks burned when her hand made contact with her bare buttocks. She hit her six times, the last time close to her crack.

“Relax your cheeks.” Another crack of her hand on her buttock was needed to enforce her obedience. Buffy spread her cheeks, and her pussy and anus opened up. Buffy could tell that someone already took her ass. The tiny hole was slightly swollen and red. She ran her fingers up and down her crack, sliding over her pussy and gathering up the unexpected wetness to run over her anus. The minute her finger touched her anus, it went into spasms. It was reminded that something big had pressed into the reluctant hole already.

Justine was confused and worried. Buffy ran her finger up and down her crack, and Justine was reminded of the cocks that had ravished her ass. Every time her buttocks would uncontrollably clench, Buffy would spank her once again, and even as Justine relented and her cheeks parted, Buffy began to spank her on her anus.

“Push your ass up in the air. I want your ass hole opened up for me,” Buffy ordered her. As Justine obeyed, Buffy began to spank her pussy and ass hole as they were presented.

Justine fought her own muscles that tried to clench tight to defend the helpless holes.

“Get that ass up in the air,” slapping harder when Justine was presented correctly.

Each time she pushed back, her anus and pussy was slapped. It was puzzling that it hurt and felt good at the same time. Her inner muscles clenched tight, and when they relaxed, she was slapped into submission. “No, not there,” Justine cried out in shame when she felt a hot, wet tongue run over her buttocks. Teeth bit her cheeks until she relaxed them. She was forced to urge her buttocks up in the air and expose her anus. That is when Buffy’s tongue swept across it. The tongue tickled around her anus, sending the muscles into convulsions. How could she lick me there?

Buffy had Justine’s ass rising up and down. She ringed her anus with her tongue and then pushed the rigid tip through her anal ring. She felt the tight ring around her tongue as she wiggled it inside. Then, she bit her anus, tiny bites that sent her muscles into spasms.

A finger slid inside her pussy, and it went in unopposed. She was soaking wet in spite of what Buffy did to her. The finger in her ass wasn’t that welcomed. Justine had to relive the penetration of something being pushed into a hole that wasn’t destined to be penetrated. Buffy fingered both holes roughly, but then, she slapped the same holes.

“Get that ass up, Bitch.”

Each time she pushed her ass up into the air; one or two fingers penetrated her anus. No matter how many times she was sodomized, she’d never get used to having something push into her ass hole.

Buffy had brought over one of Justine’s toys. It was an elegant piece of fine blown glass. It was a butt plug that was almost four inches long, not counting the flared base, and the plug had a five and a half inch circumference. She didn’t bring over the lubricant, but Justine would provide that. She’d be doing a lot of sucking soon enough. “Open your mouth, Bitch.”

Justine didn’t have to be told what it was. The glass toy wasn’t meant for a pussy. She saw the thick, flared head and the slim shaft that went to the base. It was built to push into an asshole and wouldn’t be able to be pushed out. The glass plug slipped through her lips that had to stretch wide. Her tongue went to work on it as she salivated to make it slippery. She knew how important that it was, otherwise it would be more painful.

“You suck good, Bitch. Wait until you get to my cock. You’re going to swallow it.” Buffy pulled the butt plug out. It was slick with spit. “Get that ass up and relax your sphincter.”

Justine felt the cold, wet glass push against her anus. In spite of her tongue getting it wet, the plug struggled to get in. Her anal ring began the slow dilation. It began to burn, but Buffy kept up the pressure. “OOOWWW!” It suddenly stretched and snapped tight around the slim shaft, but the plug pushed hard against her rectum and stretched her. It felt like a giant lump inside her. “Please, take it out,” she begged.

“Get used to it, Bitch.” She took the rope off her ankles. Buffy rearranged the handcuffs so they were in front of her instead of behind. “Get on the floor, on your back. Put your arms over your head.” She waited until Justine obeyed. “Spread your legs real wide.” She saw the way she flinched when her ass hit the floor. The butt plug pushed deep inside. Buffy would have her squirming on the floor and the plug would dance in her ass.

That is what Justine feared. Buffy stood over her and took off her clothes. Buffy’s legs were spread wide as she straddled Justine’s upper body. Buffy’s pussy glistened in the light. She was excited as she picked up the riding crop. She crouched down over Justine until her pussy was only inches from her face. With her legs spread so wide, her pussy opened up.

“Stick your tongue out, Bitch. You’re going to lick me until I cum. If you don’t do a good job, I’m going to whip your pussy, so keep your legs spread wide for me.”

Justine was expected to keep her legs spread so Buffy could whip her pussy. All while she’d have to lick her pussy. That was what she expected to happen to her, not the other way around. It was degrading to be tormented to perform this foul task. Yet, she had no choice. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth. Justine waited, but it only took Buffy a second before she squatted down farther. The next touch Justine felt was Buffy’s pussy touching her tongue. She struggled to keep her tongue out.

“Lick!” Buffy reached behind her and swung the crop with skill. It found its target, and the leather resonated when it found wet flesh to slap. Justine instantly closed her legs and she cried out.

“Lick and keep your legs spread wide.” Justine spread her legs once again, and then, Buffy felt the tongue move along her slit. She grabbed Justine by the back of her head and yanked her forward. At the same time, her hips pushed out and she rubbed her pussy all over Justine’s face. “That’s what I want.”

A soaking-wet pussy covered her face as Buffy moved Justine’s head rapidly back and forth. She struggled to keep her tongue out as she was vigorously rubbed and humped against Buffy’s pussy. She couldn’t escape and knew her only option was to make her cum. Her tongue began to move more energetically, knowing what she would’ve made Buffy do to her, and she tried to do the same thing. Justine had tasted her own pleasure, so it wasn’t an unpleasant taste and much better than a man filling her mouth with his cum.

“Yes, that’s better.” She reached back and tapped her pussy with the riding crop to remind her of the punishment for disobeying. Buffy liked that Justine didn’t try to close her legs. She kept her pussy open and defenseless. “Suck my clit.” Buffy pushed down so her clit would ride over her tongue and her hips were frenzied to seek out the pleasure she wanted.

It was strange to suck a clit into her mouth, but she performed as required. Her tongue ran over the tip of it as she sucked it deep into her mouth. She wondered what Buffy would do it she bit it, but she didn’t dare risk her wrath. This was a different Buffy than she knew, and she feared her.

“Now my ass, lick my ass hole.” Buffy had to bend her body until her ass crack sat on Justine’s face. She parted her cheeks and felt Justine’s nose pushed between her cheeks. She reached back and gave Justine’s pussy two slaps, not hard but enough to get her attention. “I want to feel that tongue.”

Justine didn’t know how Buffy had licked Lily’s ass hole, and now, she had to perform the same loathsome act. It was everything she thought it would be. She grimaced from the first touch of her tongue on the tart hole. She felt the shameful clenching of Buffy’s anal muscles. It was a degrading task.

“Curl your tongue and stick it in my ass.” Buffy wanted everything, all the things that Lily had made her do. “AAAHH!” It felt like a tiny cock pushed into her ass hole. She never felt anything like it before. “Flutter your tongue.”

Justine could feel Buffy’s anal muscles grip her tongue, not sure if it tried to push it out or pull it in. She made her tongue move, fucking her ass hole as if it was a cock. She continued the humiliating act until she was told to stop.

“Back to my pussy, Bitch. I’m going to cum all over your face.” She hated when the tongue deserted her ass hole, but the moment it went to work on her pussy, the pleasure increased dramatically. She grabbed Justine’s head and made it dance on her pussy.

Buffy made her keep it up for long minutes. Although Justine’s tongue grew tired, she never slowed down, the riding crop in Buffy’s hand a reminder of the consequences of her failure. Her lips were coated in a thick layer of her cum. She knew that it would be over soon, as Buffy’s actions grew frantic.

“Lick every drop and swallow my cum!” Buffy cried out as she exploded on Justine’s face. She never knew it could be so good to dominate another woman and force her to pleasure her orally.

Justine never saw a woman cum up close and personal like that. It was more profuse than she expected, and her tongue gathered up the abundant cum that she shot out like a man. Her hips never stopped moving until the last shudder came from her body.

“You’re certainly my bitch now. But, we’re just getting started.” Buffy got off her. “Over here.”

She couldn’t even wipe her face as she was led over to one of the pillories. This one was more of a horizontal one than vertical, but she was bent over it with her ass pushed up high. Justine didn’t even know it would do that, but Buffy seemed to be experienced with it. With her head and hands bound in the pillory, she felt something forced under her belly to make her ass rise up dramatically. Buffy bound her legs, spread wide. Justine was open from pussy to ass hole. She looked over to see Buffy strap the dildo around her waist. It only took her a few minutes to do all the straps that would hold it securely. It jutted out almost seven inches, and it looked hard and demanding. This cock wouldn’t lose its hardness, but at least it wouldn’t cum in her. She was almost grateful to have the butt plug in her ass. At least the dildo wouldn’t go in there.

“Suck on this, Bitch.” Buffy flaunted her fake cock in Justine’s face. “Open up wide and take it.”

It looked more menacing when it was in her face. It was intricately carved with every bump, ridge and vein that a man’s cock would have with a few more. Under the curved ridge around the head were small nodules. They would ride back and forth, no matter which way the fake cock went. They looked hard and threatening. The veins on the shaft stuck out like tiny, rough vines on a tree. They’d torment any soft flesh that they came in contact with. Justine didn’t know what she could do to satisfy Buffy’s fake cock. Justine could squeeze a man’s cock to entice it to cum, but the fake cock was inanimate and unable to be please. If Buffy kept it up, Justine’s pussy would be rubbed raw.

Justine didn’t open her mouth wide enough or fast enough, but Buffy didn’t care. The imposing fake cock found an opening in her lips, and brute force pushed her lips open so wide, it felt as though the corners of her mouth would tear. It pushed in with ease and Justine’s mouth was impaled. It was much harder than a man’s cock. Justine waited to see what Buffy would do.

Buffy shot to the back of her mouth. The pillory held her head still, and it didn’t take much to get a loud gag from her. Her dildo banged into the small hole of her throat to plug it.

“GGLLUGGH!” Buffy began to fuck her mouth, and Justine could do nothing but take it. The hard dildo had no trouble breaching her throat by the second thrust. It scraped her throat as the head pushed in, but it was the nodules that rubbed her throat that made her throat muscles revolt and try to push it. It was a fruitless effort. Justine was forced to swallow it as she choked on the inanimate cock. That made her throat open up, and Buffy used the opportunity to drive it in deeper. Then, she began to fuck her throat. It was a constant torment of gags and chokes, and her throat was rubbed raw. Justine didn’t know how long she could take it.

It was time to fuck her pussy but not before Buffy would leave her a reminder. She pulled her dildo from her throat. Justine struggled to fill her lungs through her nostrils. The dildo filled her lips and sealed it in tight. “Drink my cum, Bitch.” Buffy pushed the plunger, and the reservoir of cum began to spill out.

“MMMGGLLH!” It shocked her when it happened, not what she expected. The dildo began to cum in her mouth. It wasn’t just any fluid that filled her mouth. It was a man’s or men’s cum. It was thick, salty and acrid. The only thing different was that it wasn’t hot. Buffy must have had men masturbate and give her their cum. Justine had no choice but swallow the thick crème. She didn’t know how much she had to take, as it discharged multiple times in her mouth before Buffy finally pulled the fake cock out.

“Lick it clean.”

Justine had done that too many times and knew what had to be done. She licked up more of the thick crème, and she was forced to swallow it. When she spit it out, it was slick and shiny with her spit.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you.” Buffy loved the power she had over Justine, bound and her ass forced up into the air in submission. With the spread of her legs, her pussy was already open and inviting.

When the fake cock snuggled up against her pussy, it didn’t feel anything like a real cock. It was hard and imposing. The mouth of her pussy already had to stretch around it as it sought to enter her. She felt her pussy snap around the head of the dildo and trap it, but Buffy already began to push in deeper.

Buffy held the dildo by the shaft to keep it from pushing in sideways. She wanted to fuck Justine, not destroy her pussy. The head disappeared inside her pussy, and she began to pull it out. The nodules would begin to work over her pussy as she pushed back in to drive it deeper.

Justine had to take inch after inch of the demanding dildo. Her insides stretched around the imposing girth, and she felt every bump, ridge and nodule rub her soft insides with such harshness. It didn’t take Buffy long before she bottomed out in her pussy. The hard head of the dildo smashed into Justine’s cervix with such authority. Buffy withdrew it immediately, and it rubbed her harshly on the way out. Then, she was back in, smashing into her cervix with more power. Buffy picked up a rhythm with the dildo, but as her thrusts became more powerful, her body smashed into Justine’s ass with painful consequences. It felt as though she tried to drill the butt plug into the depths of her bowels. Both of her holes were being battered.

Buffy loved the feeling of domination over Justine, but she’d give Justine something out of this. She leaned over so that her hand could get between Justine’s legs. She ran her fingers along her slit until she could feel the dildo slide in and out. It was exhilarating, as if the dildo was an extension of her body. She almost forgot her purpose. Her fingers slid back up until she found Justine’s clit. It didn’t take much to coax it out of hiding. She pinched it to make Justine attempt to push back against the tight bondage, but it did make her pussy open up. Buffy continued to pound in her pussy as she began to rub the trapped clit.

The dildo reamed her pussy out. It stretched her to the breaking point. No man had ever been that hard. She bucked when her clit was attacked, but after it was pinched, another woman rubbed the tip of it expertly. She began to feel something that she didn’t expect to get out of this. She welcomed the dildo as her pleasure began to build.

“That’s it, my little bitch. Cum for me.” Buffy would make her cum just as Lily did to her.

Justine never expected to get any pleasure from this, but she was surprised. Buffy was every bit as demanding as a man and Justine had to submit. That included cumming when ordered.

When Buffy heard Justine cum, she unleashed another torrent of cum into her pussy at the same time. She fucked her faster as the dildo rode along the soaking-wet passage with ease.

Justine came explosively. A maestro that knew what to drive her orgasm to the next level played her clit. She came and came until the dildo finally deserted her. Her pussy snapped shut.

“Lick my cock, Bitch. Worship it.”

Her mouth was fed the dripping-wet dildo. She had to gather up the cum that coated it, hers and also the men’s cum. Justine couldn’t do anything as Buffy unleashed another jet of cum in her mouth. She must have emptied it, as Justine swallowed it all.

If Justine thought that Buffy was done, she was sorely mistaken. Justine was taken off the pillory and untied, but she had to administer to Buffy’s pleasure for the next two hours. The butt plug was pulled painfully from her ass hole, but it was replaced by a thin anal probe with a grape-sized ball at the end that vibrated. It hummed away in her ass hole while Justine had to use her hands and fingers to give Buffy her pleasure. They shared a long double dildo, both of them riding it hard.

It wasn’t until they both used a vibrator on each other to make them cum together that it was over. Only then did they return upstairs to drink the rest of the wine.

“I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy it,” Justine had to admit.

“I never expected that I’d get such enjoyment at being a dominant with another woman. I do hope you decide to stay. I’d love to get you on your knees with me again, maybe with a man at the same time. You can lick his cock as he fucks me.”

Justine never thought of a man and woman taking her. She couldn’t deny that it made her wet to think about it.





Chapter 11


The Final Mystery



The next two weeks went by quickly. She spent less time in dungeons and more time with people, especially Edward. They had an understanding to define their relationship. It would never be romantic, but it would be Dom and Sub but not exclusively. He’d teach her, but she’d be free to explore other men or women.

Michael was a different story. They couldn’t define it or wouldn’t. He’d told her that he was too old for her, but that didn’t stop him from taking her mouth for the first time. They became better friends than another label that could be put on their relationship. But there was always an undercurrent brewing with them.

Michael showed her around Roanoke, and they ate out often. He was a handsome man, and many women tried to lure him away when they were together. Some of them were the same age as Justine. He had an animal magnetism about him that defied age.

They were having dinner the night before the thirty days were up. “Why were my mother and my aunt estranged?”

“You have a right to know now that it’s time for your decision. You can take the inheritance without living in the house. You can sell it and move away with all the money and live a nice, plain vanilla life. But, I suspect that your mother wouldn’t be happy with that decision. She wanted nothing to do with her sister or her money. Or you can stay in the community and be a part of it. The community is a different world. Your mother wouldn’t be happy with that decision either.”

“Why?” He seemed to not want to tell her why.

“When your mother and aunt were younger, the community was just starting out. The both of them were trying to join the community. Your aunt was more outspoken with her desires. She loved being submissive to any man. That is what made her thrive and live. Your mother was different.”

“Different how?”

“She was the opposite. She was dominating. She didn’t like being subservient to a man. She tried for Sabrina’s sake, but it never was her thing. She never got pleasure from it like Sabrina did.”

“She liked dominating other women?” That surprised Justine. She had a father, and they’d been happily married for decades. Justine never saw any other women around that she could’ve had a relationship with. That would be noticeable as Justine got older and more experienced.

“No, men.”

Justine was so naïve that she didn’t think of that. Her mother was overbearing to Justine and her father, but he accepted it. Could their relationship have something more to it than their personalities? Could their sexual relationship be the same way? She hated to think of her father like that. Justine had seen submissive men and what the women did to them. “Did you ever see my mother that way?”

“No, and that is the reason they parted. The community back than didn’t allow anything but dominant men and submissive women. Over the years, it corrected its problems, as you saw, but it was too late for your mother and aunt. Your mother couldn’t stay. She wanted Sabrina to go with her, but she refused. There was also the difference of opinion over the man your mother was with. Sabrina objected to him strenuously. She blamed him for the way your mother was.”

“What was the name of the man?”

“It’s your father, Jim. Once your mother married him, it made it more impossible for them to reconcile. I suspect that over time that they would’ve resolved their differences, but Sabrina ran out of time prematurely. I think her inheritance to you of everything she owned was her way of reconciling with your mother.”

“So the thirty days was more for me to see my inclinations without my mother’s interference.”

“I suspect that is true, but I can’t say for sure. Sabrina followed your life closely. She always told me the latest news of you as if she was there when it happened to you. She hated that she didn’t have a relationship with not only her sister, but also her niece. Sabrina had many men in her life, but she never married. She was too much of a free spirit.”

That explained more things than Justine wanted to know, but it was too late now. She couldn’t rid them from her mind.

“Have you decided yet?”

“No, but a friend of mine is returning from Europe tomorrow. She is the one that is covering for me while I’m here. My parents think I am backpacking in Europe. Tomorrow, the thirty days are up, so I’m telling my friend everything. Then, I’m going home for a day or two. I’m not sure what I’m going to say or do, but you’ll be the first to know when I return.”

“I hope you consider everything.”

“There is just one last thing I have to do to make my decision.”

“Anything I can help you with?”

“No, this one I have to do on my own, although my friend might help me.”

Michael was puzzled, but at least she was keeping an open mind. They left the discussion there and talked about small things for the rest of the evening. Michael dropped her off and wished her luck.





Chapter 12


A Test of Domination



With Bridget back, it gave Justine a chance to test one of her choices. She hinted at her inheritance but didn’t mention whether she’d stay there or not.

“I have news, too. I met a man in France, and it’s getting serious. I’ve decided to go back and see how it’ll work out. I appreciate the money you gave me. It allowed me to pursue him, although I’m not sure the word pursue fits what I did. It allowed me to stay in one place and see how the relationship would thrive or not.”

“I’m happy for you, Bridget. You deserve it. Are you going back to France after you visit your parents?”

“Yes, but like you, I’m only going to spend a few days home. I don’t expect the conversation to go well. I’m not sure how I’ll survive in France without being a kept woman, but I have to take a leap of faith.”

“Let’s have lunch before you return. We can talk about your alternatives.” Justine would be able to help Bridget. She didn’t want to let on how much money she had inherited.

She told Bridget of her experiences in BDSM, but she didn’t let on about the community. But, Bridget wasn’t surprised or shocked by her admissions. Are there secrets between us that neither knows?”

“Has a man ever tied you up, Bridget?” Justine hoped that she wouldn’t be offended by her prying question.

“Yes.”

“I was looking for more than a yes or no.” She was curious.

“Okay, but I expect the same from you. He tied my wrists to the headboard, one on each side so they were spread wide. I was already naked, and he was fully dressed. That made it strange, as though he caught me and tied me up.” She waited to see if Justine wanted more, but obviously, she did. “He made me spread my legs and bring my knees up and bow my legs out until my crotch was completely exposed.”

Now, it was interesting. “What did he do to you?”

“He spanked me. He spanked my pussy, and I had to keep my legs open so he could hit my pussy with the palm of his hand. My lips were pulled back, and I could hear the sound of his palm coming in contact with my wet flesh.” Bridget had thought about it hundreds of times. It never happened again, and she no longer kept in contact with the man.

“Did you like it?”

“It hurt,” Bridget answered.

“I didn’t ask that. I asked if you liked it.” There was a big difference, and Justine had found that out.

“Yes, he made me cum when he spanked my pussy. He wasn’t gentle. He never touched me except when he slapped my pussy. I came when he smacked my clit the third time. Each time, it felt like he crushed it into my pelvic bone, but by the time his hand pulled back, it was only pleasure that I felt.”

“I know exactly what you mean. It’s the submission that brings the pleasure, but tonight, I want to test something else I’ve seen. Do you want to go to a dance club in Roanoke tonight?”

“Is some man going to be lucky tonight?” Bridget could see the twinkle in Justine’s eyes. She was going to pick up a man.

“Yes, but I want you to come along. I’ll explain.”

“Is this going to be interesting?”

“I hope so.”

* * *

They were both dressed to kill when they left. Each wore a short skirt, very short, and it molded over their luscious asses. Bridget’s was bright yellow and Justine’s bright red. They wore pullovers to match the skirts, but they stopped just below their midriff. Their belly was naked and tight. They wore matching four-inch heels that drew their legs up as if they went on forever, the muscles drawn taut. Neither wore a bra but had panties, not a thong, although Justine wouldn’t explain why.

Bridget loved driving in the Mercedes, the big sedan this time. Justine didn’t say why, but Bridget suspected they’d have company that night when they left the club. They pulled in front of the club. It was as though they were celebrities. Bridget didn’t know that Buffy had arranged it all. There was a long line to get into the club, but they were ushered in immediately and they had a table reserved for them.

It was Thursday night, but it was crowded. The music was loud and pounding, just the way Justine liked. They got bottle service, and Justine had got used to being wealthy, not even noticing the cost. It impressed Bridget.

For an hour, they walked around, and Bridget followed Justine as if she was looking for something in particular. They had to fend off so many men, but Justine was determined. They did accept a few invitations and dance, but Bridget suspected it so Justine could see the men on the dance floor. Bridget expected they’d take home some exceptional men. They even had a hotel room down the street, a suite in one of the nicest hotels. Justine had done that before she picked up Bridget.

All of a sudden, Justine stopped and pulled Bridget to the side. They were close to a table that had at least a dozen people sitting at it. It looked like a group of employees that worked together that went out for drinks after work or were celebrating something. She saw him, out of place from the rest of them. It looked like he didn’t want to be there. He wasn’t handsome, but he wasn’t ugly. He looked socially inept. “That’s him.” She pointed him out to Bridget.

“Which one?” She pointed at a man that wasn’t only far from exceptional, but he was barely average. She must be pointing out one of the others.

“The one with the blue shirt and khaki slacks.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Bridget was surprised. “If that’s what you want. Let me see if I can find something more appropriate for me.” If Justine wanted him, that was her decision. She must see something in him that Bridget didn’t see.

“No, we’ll both have him.” He saw the shocked look on Bridget’s face.

It surprised her at first, but then, it sounded interesting. “I’m game.”

“Go back to the table, and I’ll be with you soon. Don’t forget, no other man,” she reminded her.

“It better be worth it.”

“I can only guarantee it’ll be a new experience. Even for you,” she teased her.

Brad wished he could leave, but they’d give him a difficult time if he didn’t stay a little longer. He liked all the people from work, but he was uncomfortable with them in this setting. He was the supervisor of most of them at work, and here, it was as though he worked for them. He wasn’t much of a lady’s man, and the people at the table were off limits because of his position. He was standing to the side of the table, nursing his beer.

“Would you like to dance?” Justine purred to him.

He looked over and was startled by her. She was stunning and sexy. Her skirt and top were like a second skin on her body, and she had the longest legs he ever saw. And she was beautiful. There was no way he could keep his cock from getting so hard that it hurt. He looked behind him to make sure it wasn’t someone else that she wanted.

“I’m asking you, not anyone else.”

“Bah, ahh,” he stammered, unable to get anything intelligible to come out of his mouth.

“Is that a yes?” He looked like what she wanted. She’d find out soon enough on the dance floor.

“Yessss,” he finally was able to articulate. She grabbed his hand with a firm grip, but her touch was soft yet demanding as she pulled him away from the table of his fellow workers. He never looked back as she took him to the dance floor. The music was loud and the beat demanding. He was never a good dancer, but all he could do was look at the way her body flowed with the music, as if it was connected. Her hips moved, and her ass undulated as if she was making love to the space between them. He could see the gentle sway of her breasts, and he knew for sure that no bra constrained them. The song was over, but then, it changed to a slower song but still loud with a heavy beat. He was ready to go back to the table, but she put her arm around his shoulder and pulled him close to her. He couldn’t believe his good fortune when she pressed that luscious body up against his. He thought he’d cum in his pants as she moved her hips until her pussy rubbed against his erection. He expected her to be insulted by his erection pushed so boldly against her, but that wasn’t the case.

Her body molded against his, and she was rewarded with an erection that throbbed against her pussy. He wasn’t huge but was more than adequate. Her hands slid down to his waist as she pushed her breasts into his chest. Her hands paused there for seconds before they slid down to his buttocks. She felt his cock shudder against her pussy when she clenched his buttocks with her hands. They were firm, and she could feel the muscles contract, but it was his cock that couldn’t stay still. “Your cock is so big and hard,” she complimented him.

Brad didn’t know what to do or say. Should I say thank you? He couldn’t control the contractions in his cock if he wanted to, so it was a good thing that she didn’t mind it. They continued to dance and rub against each other. Brad didn’t know how long he could last with the constant friction on his cock before he came prematurely as he struggled to contain his lust.

The music stopped. “I’m Justine.”

“Brad. It’s nice to meet you.” He managed to get a full sentence out.

He was so polite. “Can I drag you away from your friends for a moment to meet my friend?”

He looked over and saw some of them look at him with a surprised look on their faces that he was with Justine. “Yes.” She took him over to a table where another stunning woman waited.

“Bridget, this is Brad.”

“Good to meet you, Brad.” She shook his hand, but she held it longer. She didn’t understand what Justine’s plan was, but she knew it would be good. “What do you do for a living, Brad?”

“I’m an accountant,” more comfortable talking about his job where he was secure and fit in.

She should’ve expected that. She’d always heard that accountants were very imaginative lovers, but being one herself, she didn’t think that was true. Maybe it only pertained to male accountants.

Justine heard the music start again. It wasn’t a slow song, but it was a hard beat, and they could go to the side of the dance floor and be out of the way. “Let’s dance again, Brad. See you soon, Bridget.” She winked to her as she said it.

Brad didn’t know what to think of all this. Bridget was just as stunning as Justine, and he found himself on the dance floor once again. He wished it were a slow song so he could rub against her once again.

He started to dance, but she grabbed him and pulled him up against her once again. “I hope you don’t mind dancing slow with me. Get good and hard for me. I like that,” she encouraged him. To make sure that he understood her hand brushed across the front of his pants to urge his cock to greater hardness.

Her words were enough to make him harder although he didn’t know how he could get any harder, but then, she touched his cock or at least he thought she did. He didn’t know if it was an accident or on purpose, but his cock got rock hard and he thought it would explode. Then, she pushed that body against him and began to rub against his cock slowly, as if she masturbated him with her body. He didn’t care if anyone saw them.

The song ended, but they didn’t part. Justine saw Bridget look over, and she nodded to her. Bridget wasn’t sure what she wanted, but she walked over. The music started again, and Justine continued to dance slowly and erotically against Brad.

He was startled when he heard Justine say it.

“Join us, Bridget.”

Bridget saw the way Justine danced with him. It was as though she fucked him standing up. Bridget pressed up against his back and pushed her tits into his back as she rubbed her pussy on his ass. She felt a tingle of excitement at this.

Now, he had two luscious bodies rubbing him front and back. He didn’t know what drove the luck to him, but his cock loved the attention. He couldn’t keep it down if he tried.

“Feel how hard he is, Bridget.”

Brad’s heart stopped beating, and his lungs wouldn’t fill with air. Bridget’s hand reached around and went to his crotch. Her fingers curled around the shaft with such determination. “He’s throbbing and hard.” She rubbed his cock and felt it jerk uncontrollably beneath her fingers. “I think we should go someplace private.”

“Would you like to go with us?” It was Justine that asked him.

“Yes”, he managed to stammer. His throat and lips were parched.

“Are you going to be big and hard for us?”

“Yes,” but his voice trembled. He hoped he could live up to their expectations.

It was as if everyone looked at him as he walked out with two gorgeous women on his arms, one on each side. They brought a car around, a new Mercedes sedan. He saw her tip the valet a twenty.

“You drive, Bridget.” She got into the back seat and Brad sat in the front.

Bridget might think that she was the chauffeur, but she always wanted to drive a car like that. It was only a short distance to the hotel, but the car almost drove itself.

Justine reached around into the front seat to check his seat belt. “I don’t want anything to happen to you, Brad. Nice and tight,” but her fingers strayed over his cock. “Poor boy, your cock is so cramped. Don’t worry. We’ll do something about that soon enough,” as she continued to stroke his cock as it jerked in his cramped pants.

His cock never had so much attention. It was a short trip when they pulled in front of the hotel, the finest one in Roanoke. They let the valet take the car as they took the elevator to the twentieth floor. He was going to a hotel room with two strange women that were attracted to him. He didn’t understand why, but his cock ached from being hard so long. They went inside, and it was a big room with a separate bedroom. The view was to die for, the curtains open and the city lights twinkled below.

“I have to use the bathroom,” the last couple of drinks gave him an urgent need, but he didn’t know if he could unless his erection went down. It wouldn’t do that when both of the women were in front of him.

“Come here,” Justine told him, refusing to let him go to the bathroom. “You can wait a minute,” she lied to him.

Justine sat on the footstool of the chair, and Bridget went behind him. He felt four hands run over his body indiscriminately. Bridget pushed her lovely tits into his back as her hands encircled his waist and began to open the buttons on his shirt. He was confused, as it was usually the man that undressed the woman, but the way his cock felt, he didn’t care. She pushed his shirt open, but then, her fingers went to his nipples. He never felt them get so hard that they throbbed, but no woman ever touched them sexually like that. Not even when she pinched them with sharp fingernails could make his cock go down.

Justine sat there with his cock bulging out his pants only inches from her face. Her hand traced the outline of his cock in spite of the way it tried to move around, but his pants were too tight to contain such a raging erection. She pinched the head of his cock, and she was sure that his shorts had a wet spot. “Do you like me touching your cock, Brad?”

How could I say no? “Yes,” he managed to get the simple one-word answer out while the four hands fondled him.

She pushed her hand between his legs and made him spread them. She found his balls and squeezed them tight and held them in a firm grip. “How about your balls, Brad? Do you like that?” She gripped his balls tighter until she could trap his elusive balls that floated around inside.

“Yes,” he repeated as his heart raced with excitement. He looked down to watch Justine open his belt as Bridget slipped his shirt out and he was naked to the waist. He thought he should do something and reciprocate and fondle them, but when he tried to touch Justine, she slapped his hands away.

“Be a good boy and keep your hands at your sides,” she cautioned him as she pulled the zipper down on his pants. His cock jutted out as it pushed his shorts out lewdly. She slipped his pants down his legs until they rested on his feet. She’d get rid of them as soon as his shorts were gone.

Bridget was getting into it, not sure exactly what Justine had in mind, but it had nothing to do with either one of them being submissive to Brad. It gave her a perverse excitement. She reached around his waist, and her hand slid into his shorts until she could grip his cock. Her fingers went around it and held it tight as the muscle jerked and shuddered to be free. “You’re not only hard and big, but your cock is hot.” She stroked the loose skin on the shaft.

Bridget beat Justine to it, so she went between his legs once again and gripped his balls, but this time, it was only his shorts that protected them, and they did little as her fingers chased his balls until she could trap them and squeeze them.

“EEEEEHH!” He went to his toes when she gripped his balls so hard that they ached, but it changed as his cock was rubbed at the same time. The pain mixed with the pleasure and lost out. She goosed him and it felt good.

Bridget released his cock and pulled her hand from the front of his shorts so they could slip into the back of his shorts until she found his naked buttocks to fondle.

Justine was free to grab his cock now that Bridget released it. She pulled the top of his shorts down until the bulbous helmet of his cock peeked out the top. She trapped it with his shorts and rubbed the rough waistband along the soft underbelly of the helmet. She was rewarded when a milky drop of cum pulsated out the tip.

Bridget felt him clench his cheeks. She pulled the side of his shorts with her other hand to reveal one naked buttock, and then, she slapped it with a resounding snap of her hand. “Relax those cheeks. Don’t you dare tighten them no matter what we do,” she warned him. She gave him another slap to punctuate her demand.

The women overwhelmed Brad. Justine stroked the head of his cock. Even though it was trapped by the waistband of his shorts, and it felt like it was a knife that cut it, her touch made it all feel good. He couldn’t stop the drops of precum that leaked out. Bridget had her hand down the back of his shorts and sent shivers through his body as she ran her hand over his naked buttocks. He wasn’t allowed to clench his buttocks when he felt the shameful touch of her fingers along his crack. It sent spasms in his anal muscles that he couldn’t control. This was like the most erotic fantasy he ever had.

“Let’s get his shorts off, Bridget.” They both pulled his shorts down at the same time. His cock popped free and bounced crazily in front of him at being freed from the confines of his shorts.

Brad found himself naked in front of two women. He blushed in shame, but he couldn’t stop the pleasure that raced through his body. They yanked his pants and shorts off his feet after they pulled his shoes off. He still had his socks on.

“Over here, Brad. Lay over my lap.” Justine settled back more comfortably on the footstool.

He didn’t know why or he wouldn’t admit it to himself, but he lay over her lap. Her short skirt was pulled up so high he could see her red panties between her legs. No matter how he laid on her, his naked cock would touch her naked leg. Her hand was on his back as he laid on her, but then, it slid down over his bare buttocks as his cock touched her leg. He couldn’t control the contractions of his cock the minute it touched her flesh.

Justine spread her legs wider when his cock touched her legs. “Let your cock slip between my thighs, Brad.” She felt it slip between them as he settled on her lap, and then, she clenched her thighs and trapped his cock between them. She could feel it try to move, but her thighs gripped it too tight.

If felt like his cock was inside her. Her muscles gripped it so tight and her hand was still on his ass. He kept his buttocks relaxed fearing what would happen if he didn’t.

“SMMMACCCK!”

His buttock stung, but he’d expected it, but the power of her hand surprised him. He jerked, and she released his cock but only for a second. It felt so good, as if she clenched and unclenched her thighs on his cock. He welcomed the next blow, so his cock could feel the pleasure once again.

Bridget kneeled right next to his face and lifted his head up so he had to look at her. Her fingers went to his cheek and then his lips. “Make sure you keep your cock big and hard, Brad.” Her fingers went to the corner of his mouth. He didn’t try to stop her as two fingers pushed through his lips. “Does your cock feel good between her thighs, Brad?” She began to run her fingers in and out of his mouth as if she was fucking his mouth with a tiny cock.

“Yesss,” he mumbled around the fingers that explored his mouth. They ran all over inside, including running over his tongue. More fingers entered, and his lips had to part wider to take them inside. They moved to the back of his mouth, and one time, they accidently went too deep.

“GGLLLUPP!” He gagged. Meanwhile, Justine continued to spank him, but instead of his cheeks, her hand hit closer to his crack. He fought the natural instincts to clench his cheeks tight as her slaps came close to his anus.

Bridget had four fingers in his mouth, and except for an occasional gag, Brad made no attempt to stop her. She hoped that Justine had in mind what she thought. It would surprise Brad. She saw Brad trying to hump her thighs, but Justine must have his cock in a death grip, frustrating Brad. She continued to spank him, and he thought nothing of that. His laser focus was on his cock. “Your balls must be cramped. I’m going to fix them for you, Brad.”

She pulled her hands out of his mouth, and his cock throbbed at the thought of her fingers on his balls. She moved behind him so he couldn’t see her very well. Justine’s eyes went to the table next to him to point it out to Bridget. On it was a piece of leather string, and next to it was a smile tube of Vaseline with the lid off.

Brad jumped when Bridget grabbed his balls from behind and not gently. She yanked his balls backward until the skin stretched and she could see part of his trapped cock between Justine’s legs. She pushed his legs further apart.

Brad struggled not to cum when his balls were manhandled, or should he say woman-handled. With his balls pushed up, it was easy for her to find his testicles and she gripped them with the same harshness. It hurt but hurt good. Her fingers continued to roll over his ball sack as if she explored it minutely down to the last detail. She yanked the loose skin backward until it felt like she’d tear it off, but then she sought out his testicles and pulled them to the very end until they were trapped. He felt something strange, more pressure on his balls, as though her hand clenched tight on them and wouldn’t release them. It was as if she had a dozen hands, pinching his testicles but also running over them with her fingers. The pressure grew around his balls, and his testicles were trapped in a tiny space. He didn’t know how she did it, but it was pure pleasure that he felt. Her fingernails even traced over the base of his cock and that sent it pulsating between Justine’s tight thighs.

“Look back, Brad,” Bridget ordered him. She saw the surprised look on his face when she pulled the end of the leather strap and his balls were yanked backward.

He couldn’t believe that she tied up his balls, but he felt them strain as they were trapped in the end. Even his cock was pulled backward until it felt as though she’d rip his balls off his body.

“Are they tender?” She slapped his testicles softly, but that was enough to get his attention as the vulnerable testicles were unable to escape.

“OOOWWW!” He cried out, and his belly cramped from the pain.

“Keep that ass up high, Brad, or else,” Justine warned him as she lubricated her finger.

Then, he felt something different and alarming. A finger pressed against his anus, but it was cold and wet. With his balls stretched backward, his ass was thrust up and his anus was forced open. He felt the muscles quiver in his anus as the finger rubbed around his tight hole. She wouldn’t touch him like that. He was sure of that.

“Keep your ass hole open so I can penetrate it. It’ll go easier if you’re lubricated.” Justine pushed with her finger, and his anus couldn’t keep her slick finger out. It slid in and breached his sphincter with ease, but she didn’t stop until she was in two knuckles deep and her finger pushed against the resisting muscles in his rectum. Bridget helped her out by continuing to yank his balls back each time he tried to move away from her probing finger.

“AAAHHH!” It wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable and shameful to have a finger that wormed in his ass. He didn’t understand why she did it, but the finger moved inside him like a tiny animal that was burrowing in deep. The finger pushed in deep then pulled out, stretching his anal ring until it almost escaped, but then, she pushed back in, but it felt like more fingers that stretched him in such a perverse place. The fingers moved easily on the lubricant, and he feared why she did that.

Bridget fondled his balls while Justine lubricated his ass hole with at least three fingers before she finally pulled them out. She slapped her ass one last time, but then, she wiped her wet finger on his buttocks.

“In the bedroom, Bridget, you first.” Justine whispered to her softly.

“Get up, Brad.” Justine helped him up and was pleased that he was still big and hard. “Kneel against the wall until Bridget comes back.” She reached down and stroked his cock until Bridget returned.

It took some work to figure it out and put it on, but Bridget was proud of herself when she finished. It was a bit odd over her short skirt, but it was on solidly. Now, she understood what Justine was doing. She went into the living room, and Brad kneeled submissively with his back against the wall, naked with Justine keeping him hard and occupied.

Brad couldn’t believe it when he saw her. He’d never seen anything like it before. She had a strap-on wrapped around her waist. It jutted out in front of her like an erect cock, and it was big and shaped like one, also. The head was bulbous, bigger than his cock. The shaft had life-like veins, bumps and ridges on it, and there was even a pair of hairy balls at the end with wiry hairs that jutted out three inches.

“Bridget’s going to fuck your mouth, Brad. Don’t worry, I’ll stroke your cock and keep you hard. Do a good job sucking her cock or else.”

This would be bad enough, but now, he knew why his anus was lubricated. Will Justine strap on a fake cock and sodomize me? Yet, he didn’t move a muscle. Naked with a hand stroking his cock was hard to protest no matter what.

Bridget knew that this was partly realistic. The balls held a liquid, and the head leaked out a white milky crème. She hoped that Justine somehow got the real thing for Brad to experience. Bridget would make sure that he received a mouthful and swallowed it all. She’d sucked enough cocks to know how overpowering it was to have a mouthful of foul-tasting cum and have a cock jam the cum down her throat.

“Open up and suck my cock, Brad.” Her voice was demanding, and she slapped his face with her cock. He opened his mouth only a tiny bit, but that was all she needed. She breached his lips, and when she shoved with her hips, the smooth head forced his lips apart and her cock pushed in unopposed. She jetted a bit of cum from her cock, and she saw his face grimace from the taste.

His lips had to stretch wide as the cock slid over his tongue, but it was the foul taste that filled his mouth that made him gag. He knew enough of the taste that it was cum, but it wasn’t his or hers. Now, the act of sucking her cock became more intense, fearing that she’d shoot a load of real cum into his unwilling mouth.

Bridget pushed his head back until it hit the wall and he couldn’t escape. Then, she began to go in deep with each thrust. Justine loved the way Brad gagged and slurped on her cock. He might fight it, but his cock never shrunk. It was time for her to go into the bedroom. She deserted his cock and saw the look of disappointment on his face as she walked off.

“Jerk off your cock as you suck my cock,” Bridget ordered him. “But, don’t cum unless we give you permission. Just keep that cock big and hard until we’re ready to let you cum.”

His hand instantly went to his cock and stroked it as she fucked his mouth. She pushed the cock in sideways so she could see his cheeks bow out on the sides. She never let him rest, her cock always in his mouth and always fucking it.

Brad feared Justine when she came out. The cock she wore was bigger and longer than the one Bridget wore. She stroked it as if it were her own. She stood next to him.

“Time to cum, Bridget.”

“Get ready, Brad,” but she didn’t give him time. She shoved in deep, and then, she let loose a load of cum in his mouth. She heard his panicked gurgling and his cheeks ballooned out to contain it, but she was already pulling out and pushing back in again. She shot another load. She didn’t know how much cum was in the fake cock, but she wouldn’t stop until he took it all. “Swallow my cum, Brad. I’ve got more for you.”

Her fake cock was profuse and it fouled his mouth, but he had no choice. Her cock shoved some of it down, but he was forced to swallow the rest. She shot five times before she was finished and pulled her cock out of his mouth, but she wiped it on his face.

“Into the bedroom, Brad,” Justine said eagerly.

He was marched into the bedroom and put on his back in the center of the bed. It surprised him when Bridget yanked his legs up and threw them over his head. His body was bent in half, but it was his ass that was thrust up high and with his legs spread wide, his anus was open and dangerously vulnerable. “No, not there, let me suck your cock,” he begged as if that would give her pleasure.

Justine got between his legs, her hands on his legs to keep them up and spread wide. His anus opened up as if he begged to be sodomized.

He felt the bulbous head of his cock nuzzle against his anus. Even slick, the head overpowered his small hole.

“Relax and take it, Brad. It’ll hurt for a moment.” Justine began to push with her hips. It was an exhilarating feeling even though she couldn’t feel a thing with the fake cock. It was the power she had over him.

Bridget got on the bed and kneeled next to Brad’s head. She pushed the hair out of his face. She reached down to his cock, and her fingers gripped the shaft tightly. “Let me help you, Brad.” She felt sorry for what he’d have to go through, so she began to stroke his cock.

Brad was torn with the pleasure of his cock stroked so expertly and when she grabbed the end of the leather tie and yanked on his balls; it was almost worth it, almost. The fake cock was big and his anal ring might have been stretched and lubricated by three fingers, but the cock was bigger and harder. It felt like his ring would tear before it finally popped inside his rectum. “OOOWW!”

Justine watched his ass hole swallow up her cock. She pushed harder and drove it in deeper. If only she could feel it. She began to sodomize him, driving it in and out and gaining speed and depth. She looked at Brad, his lips clenched tight, on his back with his legs up in the air and spread submissively. Her cock continued to drive inch after inch of cock in his ass. It wasn’t all bad for Brad. Bridget worked him over erotically as her tight fingers ran up and down the shaft and over the head. His precum leaked out with each jerk of the leather tie on his balls.

“Can you cum for us, Brad.” Justine shoved the cock in deep and buried it in his bowels.

Brad had to struggle not to cum. Bridget worked him over skillfully, and in spite of the fake cock in his ass, he felt a perverted tingle of pleasure when the cock pressed against his prostate as Justine sodomized him. Now, he was free to cum, and he allowed his passion to be unleashed.

Bridget knew he was ready to cum. His cock swelled up bigger. “Yes, big and hard,” she encouraged him as he began to shoot out thick white cum onto his belly. In spite of it getting on her hands, she continued to pump his cock. “More, Brad, shoot out more. I know you have it in you.”

It was the most satisfying orgasm he ever had. After being hard for so long and denied his pleasure, he finally got to cum. It shot out so hard that it hurt at first, and Bridget continued to stroke his cock and yank on his balls. It drew the cum from deep inside him. Justine never stopped sodomizing him, and his ass muscles gripped the fake cock with each jet of cum. Bridget drained him dry. Five times he came, and his belly was covered with thick cum. He never shot out so many times before.

Brad didn’t protest when Bridget scooped up his cum and made him lick her fingers until his belly was full of two loads of cum. His cock was no longer hard, and he had an urgent need to piss. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

Justine saw how panicked he was. “Come with us.”

They took him into the bathroom, but before he could piss, Bridget took the end of the leather strap on his balls and wrapped it around his cock just beneath the head. It made the head of his cock swell up. They took their time, releasing the strap for just a second and he could spurt out a little, but then, his balls were squeezed and the strap pulled tight once again. It took ten minutes before he could empty his bladder, and toward the end, he had a finger up his ass and pushed hard against his prostate. They encouraged him to piss harder.

And he wasn’t finished. They took him back to the bedroom and made him hard again. He lay back as two beautiful women masturbated him. He didn’t care that they squeezed his balls too hard or shoved fingers in his ass and massaged his prostate. It made him hard and big for them and that is what they wanted. It surprised him that it didn’t take long to cum again. This time, they prolonged it more. He couldn’t believe he could cum that hard and long, but they inspired his lust.

Brad finally dressed while Justine called Uber for him. “Will I ever see you again?”

“No, but we enjoyed ourselves and we hope you did, too.” Justine smiled at him.

“I can say that I’m sure I’ll never be able to beat this experience.”

“You’d be surprised, Brad.”

After he left, Bridget asked Justine. “Well, what do you think?”

“I don’t think the domination thing is for me. While I enjoyed it, I didn’t enjoy it sexually.”

“I know what that means.” Bridget responded.

“Yes, that’s true. I love being sexually submissive.”

* * *

The next morning at work, they asked Brad who the two women that he left with were.

“Just friends of mine.” He smirked when he answered.

“Did you get lucky?” One of the men asked him.

He only smiled at him.

“Someone told me that they saw you enter the hotel downtown with them.” A woman’s voice said it. She never thought he had it in him but they must see something that she never did.

He smiled once again and walked off. He had a new reputation.





Chapter 13


Confrontation



She emailed her mother that she’d be coming home the next day. After a few exchanges, Justine suggested they meet in a restaurant for lunch. Her mother must have sensed something, because she agreed so readily. Justine didn’t know if that was a good sign or bad.

Justine was there early. Her mother looked at her in a different way, but she sat down before she said a word.

“You look well. You’re dressing much nicer now. Backpacking in Europe must have done you a world of good.” She wore very expensive clothes, far more than she could afford.

“Thank you, Mother.” That was the first compliment she got from her in a long time. “I thought since I graduated and have to look for a job that I should look the part.”

“Have you decided where you’re going to look for a job? Your father and I would love to have you stay close to home so we can see you often.” She didn’t tell Jim that Justine was back yet. Heidi suspected that she wouldn’t stay near home. She didn’t know how she could tell him that Justine didn’t want to come home yet, at least until Heidi could figure out why.

“Maybe.” She was non-committal. The waitress came over and broke up the disjointed conversation to take their drink orders. They both ordered an alcohol drink in spite of it being early.

“Let me see the necklace you got from your great aunt Sabrina. That was nice of her to remember you.” There, she did it. She opened up the conversation. Justine didn’t say a word until the waitress brought their drinks and took their order. They’d have more time now to talk without interruption.

“Why didn’t you tell me that Sabrina was my aunt?” Her mother didn’t have a surprised look on her face.

“I thought it better to leave it as is after we were estranged.”

“When I was young, yes, but when I got older, I should’ve been told the truth.” That was the first time in her life that she questioned her mother so directly.

“It was my decision to make.” Heidi wouldn’t feel bad about what she’d done. She knew it was the right decision. “We were estranged for too many years. There was nothing she could say or do to make me change my mind, and I’m sure that she felt the same way.”

“I don’t think she felt that way. She left me everything.” Now, she saw the shocked look in her mother’s eyes.

“What do you mean everything?” She never followed Sabrina’s life. She wanted nothing to do with it.

“She did well over the years until she got cancer and died from it. I got the house, cars and the money. Everything she had in Mason Cove.” Her mother still had the shocked look on her face.

“As you saw, Mason Cove is a small rural town and even Roanoke, the largest city near it, is nothing. You’d be bored there.”

“Yes, Mason Cove is small, but Sabrina lived in a gated community part way up the mountain. It’s a very exclusive community. The house is lovely, much bigger than I would need. It’s a nice place.”

“You don’t know that. You were only there for a day or two.”

“No, Mother. I never went to Europe. I spent the last month in Mason Cove, living in Sabrina’s house, driving her cars and spending her money. I’ve met a lot of people there.” Her mother’s jaw dropped now.

“Don’t go back there, Justine. That’s not for you.”

“You haven’t changed any since I left. I’m not your little girl any more. And I’ve learned a lot about me and you. And I understand you better now.”

“You don’t know about my past or understand me.” Heidi huffed now.

“I know why you left Mason Cove.”

“I didn’t leave; I was driven out,” she countered belligerently.

“Yes, I understand that, too. But, it’s different now. The community is more understanding.”

“I don’t want my daughter to end up like that.”

“Like what, Mother?”

“You don’t fit in with their lifestyle. You’ll find that out yourself.”

“The inheritance had a stipulation that I had to stay there for thirty days without revealing it to anyone. Sabrina put that in so you couldn’t try to influence me. That time is up, but during that time, I learned a lot about that lifestyle.” She looked around as though she should be embarrassed about saying it. “It’s a BDSM lifestyle, Mother.”

“It’s not for you, Justine. You need to find a nice boy and have a family with a very vanilla lifestyle.”

“It was good enough for you, Mother. You and Dad had a lovely, successful daughter.”

“I gave that up when I left, Justine.”

“I don’t think so. You were made to leave because of Dad. I know all about domination and submission. You hid it from me all these years because I didn’t understand the lifestyle or you. But I see it now. What I always thought was overbearing was your inclination. You were always dominant with me and Dad.”

“Don’t bring your father into this.”

“I don’t want to think of that. But, I know about women that are dominating toward men. I’ve seen it. I’ve tried it.” That is the first time Justine ever admitted anything about her sex life to her mother.

“You can’t let on with your father. This must stay between us. He doesn’t even know why we left Mason Cove. It wasn’t like that with him there. He wasn’t involved with any of the others, including Sabrina. That is why I had to get him away forever. Your father is more important to me than my sister was. What your father and I have together is only between us, no one else. We’ve both grown into our ways over the years, and we’re both happy with the way it came out. Don’t make him ashamed of it.”

“I have no intentions of doing that, Mother. I love Dad and wouldn’t hurt him for the world. Same with you, but you have to let me go and live my life. You can’t do it for me. I’m a woman now, and I can decide my own fate.”

Heidi was glad that they brought the food. She wasn’t very hungry now, but she tried to eat. It broke the awkward silence. “It’s difficult for me to admit that you’re a woman. My natural instinct is to protect you, especially from things that I know a lot about. I wished I could’ve had a sister all these years, but that might have jeopardized what I had with your father. I couldn’t risk that.”

“I’m going to stay in Mason Cove. I found a job at a medium-sized CPA firm in Roanoke. I’ll get the experience to take the CPA exam. I don’t need to work. Besides the house and eight very expensive cars, I have about three and a half million dollars. I could live on the investment income, but I worked hard to get my degree and I want to use it.”

“Three and a half million dollars! You have got to be kidding me.”

“You’ll have to come out to visit me.”

“I don’t know how I’ll explain it to your father.”

“I think you’ll find a way. I don’t want to lose the both of you. We all have to come to terms with this.”

“How did you get to be so smart?”

“I got it from you.” The rest of the lunch was less intimidating and more cordial.

Justine went home and stayed for two days. She’d rented a modest Ford Mustang, and except for her clothes, she didn’t flaunt her money. She let her father pay for the food when they went out to dinner.

As she was leaving, her father pulled her aside when her mother wasn’t around. “I’m glad that you and your mother have reconciled. You are the two most important women in my life.”

“We finally understand each other.”

“I know, Justine. I know about Mason Cove. If that is your decision, I’m okay with it. Everyone should make up their own minds and destiny. I can’t wait to visit you.”

She hugged her father and mother before she left. That was the first time she felt so comfortable with her parents, not as a child and her parents but as equals.





Chapter 14


New Life



Justine left her car at the airport so she wouldn’t have to tell anyone of her return. She wanted to surprise everyone. It wasn’t only Michael and Edward that were hoping for a positive answer from her; others she’d met wanted her to join the community. There was always the need for fresh members that would bring changes and improvements. That is what made the community grow over the years.

It cost her quite a bit to get it made so quickly, but it was worth it when she put it up in the front yard. Attached to the lamppost was the iron nameplate with J Richter embossed on it. She went into the house, and it wasn’t long before the phone began to ring to offer their congratulations on her decision.

It took Michael five minutes before he was at the door, ten minutes for Edward, he didn’t live as close. Justine was ready for them with drinks. She handed them both the invitations. The rest of the community would get theirs in the mail the next day. It was another thing that Justine did before she came home. She was having a party in her dungeon that weekend. It would be her coming out, sure that she’d be cumming.

* * *

Justine should’ve realized that in spite of her organizing the party, it would never be her choices. She wasn’t allowed in the dungeon the last two days, and that day, she had to leave her house completely. Michael took her into Roanoke sightseeing, although Justine turned down the zoo and they went to the museums.

By the time the party had started, Justine was relegated to her room until everyone arrived. She was curious as to what would happen, but she got a hint when they brought her the clothes she’d wear. It was a simple gown that tied but was open in the back. She’d worn ones like this many times in her doctor visits. Two men escorted her to the dungeon.

Michael and Edward had gone all out in such a short time. She didn’t recognize her dungeon. It was cleaned out of all that was in there before. It was now a giant doctor’s office, but it had a gallery where all the guests were seated with their drinks. In front of the room was everything a doctor’s office had, including the infamous gynecological chair with the stirrups. The doctors, plural as there were five of them, stood there waiting for her. Michael and Edward were among them. All the doctors were decked out in white coats. There were tables with sterile white cloths over what lay hidden beneath them.

“I’m glad you’re so punctual, Ms. Richter. I’m Doctor Michael, and these are my associates. They’ll be assisting me in your examination. This is a teaching facility, so there are the students in the gallery that will observe the procedures, so I must ask for your complete cooperation. Or else!” Michael’s cock was rock hard.

“Of course, Doctor Michael. I’m at your disposal.” She’d play along with it for everyone’s enjoyment, including her own.

“Sit over here so we may begin.” He pushed the small stool in front of him.

She sat down and tried to keep the gown from exposing too much, but she wasn’t very successful. “Take off the gown, Ms. Richter.”

This was going to be quick. She took off the gown and was completely nude in seconds. She gazed at Doctor Michael and the erection he sported. She sat down, her naked ass hitting the cold leather seat. Doctor Edward was behind her. She felt his hands on her back, glad they were warm. He ran his hand down her back, but then, they slid around her waist.

“Raise your arms up, Ms. Richter, so they won’t get in Doctor Edward’s way.” Her proud breasts rose up majestically, and her nipples were already hard before Edward touched them.

His hands came around and gripped her breasts from beneath, but he wasn’t eager or harsh. He caressed them as his fingers pressed into her flesh, and her nipples soon responded with a throbbing hardness. His fingers sought out their growing hardness. He was gentle but demanding as they rubbed her areolas and then went to work on her nipples. Gentle squeezes of her nipples made her shudder in pleasure.

“There’s good tactile results.” Edward leaned over closer to her as his hands slid down her belly. He pushed his fingers through the fine hairs of her closely cropped mound. “Spread your legs, Ms. Richter.”

Those words never failed to make her pussy wet as she obeyed. Her legs bowed out as she presented her pussy for all to see. His fingers gripped her pussy lips and spread them wide until all could see the pink, wet flesh of her inner lips so boldly displayed.

“Would you assist me, Doctor Michael? Stroke her and see if she lubricates sufficiently.”

Michael kneeled between her legs. Edward kept her pussy lips lewdly exposed, and Michael’s fingers went to work exploring her pussy. He ran his fingers along the smooth, wet inner lips of her pussy. He found her wet already, but that didn’t stop his exploration. He saw the gentle way her hips moved as she tried to conceal her growing arousal. His finger rode up and down her slit, but he didn’t touch her clit. When he went back down and gathered up all her juices, he found her tight hole. His slick finger found little resistance as he entered her. “Grip my finger, Ms. Richter. Show me how resilient your muscles are.”

It had been almost a week since she had any pleasure, and her pussy tried to make up for lost time. She was drenched, and she gripped his finger and then released it.

“Again, Ms. Richter.” He felt her do it three more times, and by that time, he had two fingers in her pussy. “She’s tight and responsive, Doctor Edward.”

“I think Ms. Richter will be more comfortable and accommodating on the chair.” Michael helped her up and brought her over to the chair. He unfolded the two wings that would hold her legs. “Sit in the chair, and we’ll get you situated, Ms. Richter.”

She could barely slide over the leather seat naked. The chair was upright now, but she knew it was adjustable in more ways than she could fathom, and then, there was the dreaded wings that would spread her legs and leave her open and vulnerable. There were five doctors, and she didn’t know why so many.

“I’m going to secure your arms first, Ms. Richter.” Edward pulled her arms over her head, and he had the leather straps waiting for him. With her arms bound behind her head, it would arch her back exaggeratedly and thrust out her breasts.

“Must you secure my arms?” She tried to protest.

“It’s for your own good, Ms. Richter. If you move too suddenly, you could hurt yourself.” Edward went back to work once she surrendered. He soon had her arms bound tightly. He adjusted the back of the chair so that it pushed out on the small of her back.

Her breasts were thrust out in front of her, her back bent unnaturally.

“Put your legs in the wings. I’ll help you, Ms. Richter.” Michael placed each leg gently in the smooth, fiberglass wings. Her legs were together, but that wouldn’t last long.

The wings were comfortable, but more leather straps were used on her ankles and secured. Now, she could barely move her body, but another strap went around her waist to pin her to the chair.

“Are you comfortable, Ms. Richter?”

“Yes,” she lied.

“I’m going to swing you around so that our students will have an unobstructed view, Ms. Richter.” Michael moved the chair so she faced the audience. He picked up the remote. “Relax, Ms. Richter, and this will go easier. I wouldn’t want to see you hurt yourself if you fight.”

She knew what he would do before he did it, but the chair hummed, and then, the wings began to move. She relaxed all the muscles in her legs as her legs began to spread slowly and methodically. They began to move up at the same time. She had to bend her knees. The chair moved for long minutes while Doctor Michael made adjustments. Her crotch opened up wide and her pussy lips spread, but her legs were raised up so she was open from clit to ass hole. Nothing was immune from the students view.

Edward brought the stool so he could sit between her legs. Michael pushed over the metal tray where all the implements were placed beneath the white cloth. “Relax, Ms. Richter. This will feel cold and wet.” He lubricated his finger with the Vaseline. He raised the chair up a bit more until her anus was situated conveniently.

Justine closed her eyes as she felt a wet finger ran over her anus. He made circles around it, but each time, he pressed harder into the center. As it grew slick, his finger had some success in breaching her anal ring. She felt her ring stretch until it gripped his finger as it moved through her sphincter. As much as she’d endured previously, it was still disconcerting and unnatural to be touched in such a place, especially in front of so many people. She tried to arch up to escape it, but she was trapped in the chair as his finger began to impale her.

Edward got the tip of his finger up to the first joint inside her ass hole. Her anal ring gripped his finger tight. He’d seen her sodomized, and he was jealous that he didn’t do it. He’d remedy that oversight this evening. “Very good, Ms. Richter.” He began to push his finger in deeper and push against the resisting muscles in her rectum. It wasn’t long before he had his finger completely inside her, and then, he began to finger her ass hole.

His finger slid in and out, and she couldn’t do anything about it. It was lubricated too well, and she was bound too tight. It didn’t hurt, but it was disturbing as to why he did that.

“Relax; I’m going to insert a second finger to test the elasticity of your intestines.” With two fingers well-greased, he watched her anal ring stretch wider to accept them. He got a groan from her lips when they breached the tight hole. He pushed in deeper. When he was seated in her rectum, he spread his fingers and got another groan from her.

Her anus burned now that two fingers stretched her, but Doctor Edward continued to push in and stretch her. She relived the experience of a cock in her ass and the stretching she had to do to accommodate it. His fingers didn’t stay still but began to move in and out. She couldn’t control her muscles as they revolted against the invasion.

“Would you help me, Doctor Michael?” He handed him the glass dildo. It was hand-blown glass, seven inch long with four marbles of varying size. This one was made for anal insertion. Michael would have to get it wet.

Justine saw it in Michael’s hand. He moved next to her head, and she knew what he wanted.

“Open your mouth, Ms. Richter. I need to get this anal slider lubricated, and I can use it to check your gag reflexes at the same time.” He didn’t wait for an answer, sliding the back of the chair down so her head was more conveniently situated.

He was going to make her get it wet so Doctor Edward could shove it up her ass. It was a devious plot, but she had no choice. She felt the glass dildo rub on her lips and she opened her mouth to accept it. The thick marbles stretched her lips wider as they pushed it. He didn’t stop, sliding over her tongue to go to the back of her mouth. He began to fuck her mouth with it just as if it was a cock, but this one was harder and had marbles on it.

“GLLUGH!”

Michael got the gags that he was looking for, and his cock got harder at the thought of her mouth doing the same for his cock. He rode her mouth for a minute until the dildo was slick with spit.

“Ms. Richter takes things well in her throat, Doctor Edward.”

At least he didn’t tell her the obvious this time and for her to relax her muscles. She knew that the dildo was hard and she had to be careful. She pushed back with her pucker when she felt the glass touch her anus. She’d done a good job of getting the dildo slick as it breached her anal ring without too much discomfort, but now, she’d have to accommodate its length and girth.

All watched as the glass dildo was swallowed up in her ass. Edward began to rock it back and forth to set her anal muscles into spasms from the marbles that stretched her as each passed through her anal ring.

It was almost as bad as a cock. The marbles made her stretch and contract around it as though she welcomed it. It pushed in deep, but it still wasn’t as long and demanding as a cock. It wasn’t long before he pulled it out and she felt relief.

The back of the chair was lowered down more, and she lost sight of Doctor Edward. Doctor Michael stood near her head, and she couldn’t help but notice the large bulge in his pants.

“Now for something a bit bigger, Ms. Richter. I’m going to check the firmness of your anal muscles.” Doctor Edward was ready.

It didn’t take her long to figure out what it was. The minute it touched her anus, she felt it jerk and move. This wasn’t an inanimate object. This was hard flesh.

His cock was slick, and he held the shaft as he pressed up against her anus. His fingers and the dildo already opened her up, so it didn’t take much for him to enter her, at least for him. For her, it was another story. She cried out and tried to buck away from him, but she was bound too tight to do anything but accept her fate. He looked down to see her ass hole swallow up the head of his cock. Her anal ring stretched across the domed head, and he felt the pleasure of the tight band grip his cock just beneath the head.

“OOOWWW! It’s toooo bigggg!” She suffered as his cock stretched her and popped inside. His cock jerked and shuddered as it pushed against her muscles. The slightest movement made her stretch.

“Squeeze again, Ms. Richter,” Doctor Edward ordered her. He didn’t know if she did it on purpose or it was her muscles that revolted, but it felt like the head of his cock was crushed in her rectum. “Yes, now a bit deeper, Ms. Richter.”

Justine felt the too-familiar stretching of a cock in her ass. In spite of having endured this before, she couldn’t get used to having a cock in a place that was not destined for it. It began to dig into her guts as it went in deeper. The withdrawal was as bad as the insertion. His cock head was so big that it created as vacuum behind it when he withdrew. Her guts collapsed, and it felt like a powerful vacuum cleaner sucked her insides out. He only withdrew a little before he pushed back in, stretching her as he went deeper into her guts. He did this for long minutes before she felt the touch of his balls slap between her legs. His cock shuddered deep in her bowels. He was fully impaled in her.

Edward was in pure heaven. Her ass hole rippled along the shaft of his cock, and when he went in deep, it felt like the head of his cock was crushed in a tight embrace. He couldn’t wait any longer, drawing his cock back until the head was captured by her anal ring then thrusting back in to take her with a powerful thrust that filled her with every inch of cock he had. She could do nothing but take the impalement. “Grip me and show me how powerful your anal muscles are, Ms. Richter.”

She had no choice, unable to stop him. His cock slid in and out, sending a heat through her bowels that she was ashamed to admit. She couldn’t move her body, but she gripped his cock when he withdrew. She teased him by pinching the head tight.

Michael saw Edward nod to him. He lowered the back of her seat more and turned her head toward him. His cock was already out. “I’m going to check your throat, Ms. Richter. For that, I must make you gag.”

Doctor Michael rubbed his naked cock on her lips. He wet them with the drops of cum that leaked out as soon as he felt her hot breath on his cock. She kept her lips closed but not clenched tight. It took him a bit of prying to get the head of his cock into her mouth, and once he was inside, her lips stretched around the girth to enclose it in her hot, tight embrace. He began to fuck her mouth as he watched the shaft of his cock slip through her silky lips.

Like before, her mouth was taken as she was bound. She could do nothing but use her tongue to please him, but she heard his words. He wanted her throat. Michael had done it before, so she knew what she was in for.

The only cries from Justine’s mouth were gurgled sounds around Doctor Michael’s cock. He was excited from watching Edward fuck her ass hole that he instantly went to work on getting his pleasure but not before he sank his cock down her gullet. She coughed and gagged, but that only brought pure pleasure as her muscles tried ineffectively to keep him out of her throat. Once his cock head was seated in her throat like a cork in a wine bottle, he began to rip it up and down, all without taking it from her throat. He loved the way her small, tight throat clenched his cock in a tight grip.

Justine didn’t know which was worse. She had two cocks take her. This time, it was her ass and mouth that was breached. She could barely breathe, attempting to suck in air through her nose. The twin cocks continued to rip up and down their respective tight passages with abandonment. Doctor Michael finally pulled his cock from her throat, and Justine tried to use her tongue and tight lips to please him before he drove his cock down her throat once again. At the same time, she gripped the large cock that stretched her ass hole in hopes of making Doctor Edward’s cock fill her bowels with his hot cum. She knew that would be the only way this would end.

The two doctors came simultaneously, as if Justine controlled them, not the other way around. She milked the cock in her ass hole until she felt him jet five times in her guts. It was Doctor Michael in her mouth that she had more difficulty contending with. He surprised her and pulled his cock from her mouth just before he came. He stroked his cock on her face, and she saw up close and personal the hole in the tip of his cock open up and a powerful jet of thick white cum splat on her face. Then, it was back in her mouth as her tongue worked over the head to elicit the rest of his cum. Then, she had the difficult job of getting the profuse cum to go into her belly. At last she was done. Or so she thought.

They took Justine out of the chair, but they were far from being finished. The other three doctors were rock hard at seeing Justine service the two men with such skill. They wanted some of the same.

By the time she was released from the chair, all five of the doctors were naked. Even Doctor Michael and Doctor Edward had regained some of their hardness, or they never lost it.

One of the men lay down on the mat on the floor. He held his cock up in the air. “Sit on this, Ms. Richter.”

At least she’d have a cock in her pussy and she could get some pleasure. She straddled his body and then slowly lowered down until she felt the head of his cock rub her pussy. She let him do all the work, and soon, she couldn’t resist him any longer. She began to settle down as the cock entered her. It felt good as he began to fill her. “Yes,” she sighed in pure bliss as his cock filled her with his manhood. He pulled her down until she lay on his body, her hard nipples pushed into his chest. His hands went to her ass cheeks and gripped them tight. He began to move her body as he pushed up with his hips. It felt good as his cock moved inside her. The heated cock in her ass had provoked her passion, but she wanted more.

One of the other doctors went behind her. His cock glistened with lubricant, but so did her ass hole. He’d have to go into a hole that was already wet from before, but the thought of that tight ass hole gripping his cock was too much to pass up. He kneeled down behind her and aimed his cock for the red, swollen hole that was presented. He could see the other cock drive into her pussy from behind.

“No, not two cocks between my legs. You’ll tear me apart.” Justine panicked when she felt a cock nuzzle her anus. She didn’t think she could take another cock in her ass when her pussy was already filled. The man that fucked her pussy gripped her around the middle to trap her arms. She felt the cock enter her anus, riding on the slick cum that tried to leak out. The cock in her pussy stopped moving, but the one in her ass had greater success. The head popped in, and in his excitement he drove in deeper, it felt as though she had one big cock that was between her legs. He began to move urgently, driving inch after inch of rigid cock up her ass once again.

When he was fully inside her ass, he withdrew, and the two of them began to fuck her at once. They could feel each other through the thin membranes that separated their cocks and that only drove their lust higher.

It was difficult to tell which one entered her and which one withdrew. Then, they both synchronized their thrusts, and it felt like a tree trunk was shoved inside her. Justine didn’t know how she’d get any pleasure from this. But, it wasn’t over. The doctor that fucked her pussy let go of her arms. She didn’t know why until she saw another naked doctor pull her upper body up. The other two doctors continued to fuck her front and back. Justine came eye to eye with another cock, and it sought entrance to her mouth. She had no choice as he shoved it through her lips. He held her head and began to fuck her mouth. Now, she had three cocks that took her, all of her available holes were filled. With Doctor Michael and Doctor Edward already satisfied, she settled into making the three doctors cum.

“You have two hands not doing anything, Ms. Richter. Here.” Doctor Michael presented his cock to her, and Doctor Edward was on her other side.

She didn’t know if she could coordinate it all. She gripped the two cocks, and they were already hard. Her hands began to slide up and down them. She didn’t know where to direct her attention to, not with five cocks all wanting her.

It was a sight for the audience to see. Justine serviced five men and their cocks. Every hole and hand was filled, and she worked energetically. The men began to help her achieve her pleasure. Hands ran over her body, ten of them caressed and teased her, from her nipples to her clit. All while cocks continued to bore in her body.

Justine didn’t know how she did it, but she came first. Her body was overcome with pleasure as ten hands and five cocks sought her out. She didn’t even care as cum began to blanket her. First, her ass hole was filled with hot cum, then her pussy received loads of cum, and finally, her mouth was made to drink the copious cum that spilled from the cock. She had to swallow it all. Only Doctor Michael and Doctor Edward didn’t cum, but they were rock hard.

It went on for another hour. Doctor Michael and Doctor Edward took her again, but they had help with vibrators and other toys to test her abilities. Her hands and mouth were brought into service to get other cocks hard. She didn’t know how the doctors could cum so many times, but they did. There was always an available cock that was hard and wanted pleasure. And they always seemed to give her pleasure and make her cum.





Epilogue


Justine tried to contact Bridget after she left home, but she only got voice mail. She must’ve gone back to France to start her life with her lover. Justine wanted to help her with money, but it was a week since her return before she got a phone call from her.

“Where have you been?” Justine answered it excitedly.

“I had some things to take care of.” Bridget needed time to make her decision.

“I’m sorry I missed you at home. Where are you?”

“Answer your front door.” Bridget answered smartly.

Justine rushed to the front door and opened it. There stood Bridget. Justine grabbed Bridget and hugged her. “I’m glad you stopped by before you left for France.”

“Do I have to stand outside all day?”

“No, come in, come in,” Justine so happy to see her. She saw a rental car in the driveway.

They went into the living room, and Justine broke out a bottle of wine in celebration.

“So you decided to stay and join the community?”

“Yes, and it’s been more than I expected. I had a coming-out party the night before last, and it was nothing that I expected and everything that I wanted.”

“And your mother, how did she take it?”

“It’s surprising; we’re closer than we have ever been. This secret was what kept up apart.”

“Your father?” That was the difficult part finding out your father wasn’t what she expected.

“I didn’t say anything, but he knew I found out about their relationship, and he had no trouble with me knowing. He’s been happy with my mother and nothing about that relationship will change. They even plan to visit the community but not for a year. It’ll still be awkward. Many of the people in the community were here when she was. There will still be ill will that cannot be erased by a visit, but I want them to see that I’m happy here.”

“Have you found a special man?”

“It depends on what you consider a special man. No one that I’m in love with but a few I’m in lust with. That’s enough about me. Are you on your way back to France now? I’m going to have to come and visit you once you get settled.”

“I’ve taken the time since I left France to reconsider my decision. I think I was too caught up in the romance of a foreign lover and living this incredible life in a new country. I thought I loved him, but as I was separated, I think it’s like you say, it was lust.”

“I’m sorry, I think. Is that good or bad?” Justine was confused, for Bridget had a glow about her as if she was the happiest woman on earth.

“It’s good, better sooner than too late.”

“What are you going to do now? Are you going home again?”

“No, like you, I want this new life. I got this job at a startup. I’m the Director of Social Media. It’s only twenty people now, but they just got twenty million dollars in funding. I start tomorrow.”

“That sound great, where is it?”

“Richmond.”

“Isn’t that near San Francisco?”

“Yes, but not my Richmond. It’s Richmond, Virginia.” Bridget saw the look of surprise on her face.

“That’s a couple or three hour’s drive from here, near the coast and Virginia Beach. How did that happen?”

“I had a friend that had some connections with the startup. Before I knew it, I had a job.”

“Is this friend a man?”

“Yes, he is.”

“Are you attracted to him?”

“Yes,” Bridget answered.

“Is this a rebound thing or something serious?”

“Serious.”

“Does he live in Richmond?”

“No, but not far away.”

“How did you meet a man in Virginia?”

“He lives in Roanoke.” Now, the look of surprise returned to Justine’s face.

“What’s his name?”

“Bradley Thompson.” Bridget didn’t say anything else, letting it settle in to see if she could connect the dots.

“Brad!” Justine couldn’t believe it.

“Yes, that’s my Brad. We found out we have the same inclinations. I can’t thank you enough.”

As soon as she said inclinations, she knew what she meant. She’d heard a lot about inclinations since she came here. “You don’t mean…”

“Yes, what you found that you didn’t like, I found out it excited me. If it wasn’t for you, I would probably never have known. Seems Brad discovered the same thing. I called him the day after that night, and we had dinner. He wasn’t the least bit ashamed at what happened, and he was honest in saying that he enjoyed it. I went home for a day but came back to Roanoke and then everything moved quickly. But, we’re not interested in your community. We’ll keep it between us, although I did talk him into allowing you to join us if you are willing.”

“No, I think I’ll let you have Brad for yourself. It’s not my inclination.”

They talked for hours of the future and the new lives they would discover.





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Chapter 1


A Past No One Knew



It had been years since she was home. Carrie was ashamed she wasn’t there when her mother died. The end came quickly, one minute her mother was in the hospital with Carrie hurrying to finish last minute loose ends so she could visit, the next minute she was listening to the news. Her mother had passed away last night. Carrie still didn’t understand all of the circumstances but it was too late for anything but regrets. She was gone. Carrie was finally going home, not to visit, but to bury her mother and settle her estate.

Carrie’s father disappeared from both of their lives when she was small. Her mother tried to raise Carrie the best she could, but they disagreed more and more as Carrie became a teenager. Most girls disagreed with their mothers, but their relationship became strained. At the young age of seventeen, Carrie suddenly left home one night. It was three years before Carrie contacted her mother and the first meeting was hard for both of them. Carrie stayed in contact with her mother after that, but it was mainly by telephone once a month and only one trip back home. That trip was two years ago when Carrie had surprised her mother at Christmas time. She should’ve recognized the difference, her mother looked older and tired, but Carrie didn’t say anything. Carrie stayed a week and then left the small town on the Atlantic Ocean once again.

Tybee Island is about 14 miles from Savannah, Georgia. A small speck of land on the Atlantic Ocean, it was less than 3 square miles and home to 3,000 people. In spite of the boom for the last few years, Tybee Island still retained its small town charm. And small town problems. The locals ran the town as if it wasn’t connected to the rest of the world, with Carrie always running afoul of them. This visit was no exception.

At five feet six inches, her red hair made her stand out in a crowded room. It was the richest, deepest red, and her skin was pale and flawless. Her figure had bloomed at an early age, full firm breasts almost out of place on a fifteen-year-old girl. Her hips matured and with a tight ass she swayed seductively, although Carrie failed to recognize the effect she had on men. She left town the first time before she could get into too much trouble, but on her last visit, she wasn’t so lucky. Now twenty-five, Carrie grew more beautiful each year. Her thick, lush hair shined deep red in the sun and set off her pale white skin. She wore dark sunglasses to cover her eyes. She still dressed rather modestly, moving to another small town after leaving Tybee Island. She didn’t like the sophisticated lifestyle of the city. Her green eyes sparkled when you talked to her, her lips succulent as she spoke. Many men lusted after her, but Carrie strayed from one man to the next without ever attaching to anyone in particular. She was still looking for Mister Right, but she wasn’t sure what his qualifications were.

She had been home for four days on that last trip, finally going out on Friday night. Her mother had been too much to take that many days in a row. What friends she had when she was young had long left the small town for the opportunities of the big city. She went to Rascal’s, one of the small bars clustered on Butler Street. It was off-season for the tourists, so it wasn’t very crowded, less than fifty people in the whole place. She felt half of the men’s eyes on her as she walked in, her short, tight skirt highlighted her most admirable asset as the gentle sway of her ass hypnotized them. She sat at the bar for a drink and crossed her legs to make her skirt rose high up her thighs.

“Scotch and soda,” she said to the bartender, an older man, probably the owner. “And good scotch,” she added as he went to pick up the generic scotch bottle. He chose the ten-year-old scotch, poured a generous shot and then a shot of club soda on the ice. He put it down on a cocktail napkin in front of her. Carrie slipped a twenty-dollar bill onto the bar.

“It’s taken care of,” he said as he pushed her twenty back at her. “It’s not often we get anything as sweet as you in here. I don’t think your money will be any good tonight.” She’d be good for business. The guys would flock to his place if she came in every night. He hadn’t seen her before, although she did look familiar. He just couldn’t place her. He left her alone for many of the male patrons were eager to slide into the empty seat next to her.

“Now I would have remembered a pretty little thing like you,” said a man’s voice with the familiar Southern drawl that she remembered. She looked at him, an older man, early forties, a local by his demeanor. He sat on the stool next to her, his eyes on her near naked legs and he made no attempt to hide his blatant lust.

“Just visiting,” she nodded to him. “Am I to thank you for this drink?” She figured the first one to slide up to the bar would be the one that bought the drink.

“I couldn’t let you buy your own drink. That would be a sin.” His eyes moved up to the thin sweater that would do little to keep her warm, but did an excellent job of highlighting her firm breasts. She was a real prize for this time of year. He shifted in the bar stool. His cock was bunched in his pants, but he was afraid of being too crude to shift it around while she watched.

It never bothered her that she attracted older men. In fact she tended to like them better. Boys her age tended to only want to get into her panties. Once their lust was satisfied, their interest in her faded fast. Older men tended to lavish more attention on her, wanting to please her before they were pleasured. However, they all wanted their pleasure from her. She had read many psychology books, sure that there were hidden meanings in all of this. Carrie was looking for a father figure that had been missing from her life, commitment issues, older men were more likely to be married and did not want a firm commitment. The list went on, but she never believed any of them. She just liked the attention. And this one was definitely paid lots of attention to her as his eyes traveled over her body. “Carrie,” she said as she pushed her hand out to him.

“Jessie,” he said as he took her soft hand in his to feel her firm grip, but he wished it gripped his cock instead of his hand. “Nice grip. I like a woman that can hold things tight,” hoping that she would get the sexual innuendo. Could I get lucky with such a hot young thing tonight as my cock kept jerking in the tight confines of my jeans? He was still in good shape for his age, handsome and single as of last year when his wife left him for good. It was because of his love of work, not another woman that drove her off.

He finally released her hand as Carrie tried to ignore his blatant sexual overture. It was too early and she didn’t have enough liquor in her system to even think about such a thing. She looked at him, handsome in a rugged sort of way. He kept good care of his body, his arms still bulged with muscles and his jeans were tightly drawn over firm thighs. Whatever he did, he did it well. She had to catch herself from looking down to the front of his pants. That would be too bold. “You live on Tybee Island?” Carrie tried to keep the conversation light.

“For a year or so.” Jessie responded, not wanting to tell much about himself. The locals knew what he did, it was rare during the winter that he could find a woman that didn’t know and wouldn’t be put off by his occupation. “Are you staying in town long?”

“One or two more days then I have to go home.” The bartender turned on the jukebox as a few couples started to dance to the slow music he picked out. Carrie almost thought she could see the lights dim.

“How about a dance?” Jessie didn’t wait for an answer. He gripped her hand as his eyes stared at her legs. He turned her until she moved off the bar stool and a generous amount of bare leg was revealed that made his cock jump in pleasure.

She found herself pulled to the small dance floor near the jukebox. Jessie didn’t give her a chance to respond before his arms were around her waist to draw her body flush against his. For someone his size, she found him fluid on the dance floor as he glided gently along to the music. His hands held her firmly against him with the unmistakable bulge in his pants pressed hard against her. It had been a while since she felt a man’s hard cock pushed against her, but it wasn’t an altogether uncomfortable feeling. Or an unwelcome one.

It had been a year since Jessie had a woman, many more years since he felt a young firm body such as this one. He pulled her tight against him. Her breasts pushed into his hard chest as his hands slid low on the small of her back to push her against his cock. He began to move, his hips moved from side to side, but his firm cock stayed pressed hard against her pussy as they danced. She didn’t try to push him away so Jessie grew bolder as the music played. His hand slide down to cup her ass cheeks as his hips moved from side to side in a sensuous masturbation. She pressed her head down on his shoulder and glided along with him as if they were already joined at the hips.

She felt her pussy grow wet as his cock slid back and forth over her sex, her ass cheeks held powerfully by his hands to guide her movements in a slow sensual rubbing against each other, little excuse for a dance. She ignored the people watching her, not caring as closed her eyes to enjoy the pleasure that washed over her body.

After two dances, they went back to the bar with Jessie’s hand was still around her waist as though they were lovers. They both had another drink, needing to quench the heat that built up as they danced. They mostly talked idle chatter and small talk as the music continued in the background. Jessie put his hand on her leg. Carrie made no attempt to move it away and Jessie made no attempt to go any farther. He could feel the heat of her flesh on his hand.

His hand slid onto her leg and his fingers curled along the inside of her thigh. She subconsciously let her legs part, but Jessie didn’t move his hand as his firm grip on her thigh made her pussy wet with desire. God, how could I be getting so hot? She should leave and run away from this place before things went too far. She couldn’t jump into bed with the first man she met in the town. After all, her mother lived here, sure to find out about it after she left. That’s the thing about small towns. Everyone knew everyone’s business. He pulled her up again as their third drink arrived, Carrie already felt a bit lightheaded. She pressed against Jessie’s body as they turned onto the dance floor to feel the familiar presence of his cock against her pussy.

Her body felt as though it belonged against his. Her breasts rubbed against his chest and her hard nipples felt like pebbles on his chest. Her hips swept up and pushed hard onto his cock to move back and forth in a not so subtle masturbation. He could hear her moan as his cock rubbed her pussy with her body pressed hard against him. They danced like this for five minutes. The other men got more impatient and many of them tried to cut in, not caring who he was.

It felt too good. Jessie took her breath away as he held her body so tight and decisive. She was almost ready to jump him. She wanted to feel that hard cock inside her with powerful thrusts as he fucked her hard. She had to stop this. Carrie was unable to stop the pleasure that raced through her body. She couldn’t bed down with a local. The next man that tapped Jessie’s shoulder to cut in was her excuse. She pulled back to break the closeness between them. “Please,” she asked Jessie.

Jessie hated to let her go, but he couldn’t turn down those big green eyes. He let her and he returned to the bar to nurse his drink. There was still the rest of the night. She’d be back. He looked at her, jealous as she danced with the next man. Her ass swayed so sensuously as he imagined it was his cock that rubbed against her sex as they danced. His beeper vibrated in his pocket. Jessie jumped as he felt the rush of adrenalin hit his body. He took out his cell phone to dial the familiar number. “Yes,” he answered with hesitation. “I’ll be there in five minutes.” Shit, he hated his job at times like this. He got up and paid the bar bill. “Tell her I was called away on business.” He waited for a second as he talked to the bartender. “But don’t tell her where.” Even though she would leave soon, he still hoped for a chance. He got up and Carrie didn’t notice as he walked out into the cool air of the night. He got into his jeep to drive the short distance to the office.

Carrie went back to the bar to find the bar stool next to her empty. She looked around, but Jessie wasn’t in sight. She called over the bartender. “Have you seen Jessie?”

“He said he had to go to work.” He felt sorry for Jessie as another man filled the seat next to her. They all wanted to be with her.

For the next two hours, Carrie endured the string of men that tried to take Jessie’s place at her side. She didn’t know why, but no one could do that. It wasn’t that she was so attracted to Jessie. She just didn’t want to start all over again. With Jessie it had already gone farther than she had wanted, but she didn’t want to be tempted again. By the fifth drink, her brain was already a bit foggy and Carrie was ready to quit and go home. It was a little past midnight. Her mother’s house was only a couple of miles away and the roads in Tybee Island were deserted at this hour during off-season. She normally wouldn’t drive if she was at home, but this place was deserted. Carrie was sure that she could drive all right to get to her mothers. She put her original twenty back in her purse and stood up to leave. She stood for a moment to get her balance.

“You okay to drive?” The bartender saw her waver as she stood up. “Want me to try to get you a cab?” It would be tough to find a cab at this hour of the night when it was off-season.

Carrie regained her balance as she picked up her purse. “Thanks, I’m only a mile or so away. I’ll be fine.” She fished for the keys to the rental car as she walked out of the bar and the cool air of the night quickly sobered her up. She pulled her coat on as she slid into her car, but didn’t notice the car across the street or the lone occupant that watched her.

Jessie parked across from the bar, kitty corner so the car was out of direct view. The engine ran as he sipped his second cup of coffee. He was called into work when the regular staff called in sick. Jessie was always available even though he hated pulling himself away from Carrie. It still might not be too late if things went as he thought. He had been there for over a half an hour. It was a slow night with nothing to do. He spilled his coffee out the window when he saw the door open from the bar. Carrie came out and clutched her keys. He looked around the deserted streets. He saw the way she walked. She had a little too much alcohol. That would make it much easier as her reactions would be slower and she’d be unable to defend herself. His hand dropped to his cock to rub his hard member as he thought of what he would do to her once she was in his clutches. She would have to pay and what better way than with her body. It mattered little if she consented, he would take what he wanted. There would be little she could do about it. He put the car into gear as she pulled out. He only had a few miles to put his plan into action, but he knew the best spot, the most deserted spot where few would see what transpired.

Carrie gunned the engine too much as she pulled out into the dark, deserted streets and the tires screeched. She went down the main street and took a left on the road along the coastline. It was deserted at night and the beaches were empty. She watched the center stripe as she drove and noticed that she veered slightly off course before she corrected her driving. She was glad she was almost home. “Shit!” The blue and red lights of the car behind her lit up the inside of her car. She looked at the center divider and noticed her car was a little too much over on the wrong side. She turned the wheel, almost too much as the right tires caught the gravel at the side of the road as she slowed down. The car was still behind her. Carrie turned off the engine as she waited for the officer. She took out some gum and shoved it in her mouth as she chewed quickly. She hoped to kill some of the smell of liquor on her breath. She couldn’t get another ticket, especially a DUI. She already had one point for speeding, a DUI would kill her insurance and her license and she needed her license. She didn’t want to have to count on someone else to drive her. Shit, shit, shit! She shouldn’t have driven. It was long minutes before she heard the police car door open and the crackle of voices on his radio broke up the quietness of the night. Carrie rolled down her window as the flashlight bounced off the glass. She looked over, blinded by the bright light that shined in her face. She wanted to protest, but she was scared of offending him.

“License and registration Ma’am,” the Southern drawl was prominent in his husky voice as though he had practiced this a thousand times. He watched as she fumbled in her purse, finally finding her driver’s license and the rental agreement for the car in the glove box. She handed them to him without saying a word. This would be easier than he thought. He looked at them and then put them on the hood of the car with his clipboard. “I observed you driving erratically Ma’am. I suspect you’re driving while under the influence. You have a choice of blood, urine, or a breath test. If you consent to the breath test, I will administer it now. If you choose either blood or urine, I will take you to the local hospital for testing.” He waited for her response.

She knew she wouldn’t pass any of them. At least the breath test would be quick. Her mind raced to find a way out of this. “The breath test,” her voice broke as she said it. She started to get out of the car, but his voice stopped her.

“Remain in the vehicle. Turn your head this way.” He shined the light in her face as he took the Breathalyzer from his belt. It already had a sterile mouthpiece. “Open your mouth.” His cock grew thick as her lips opened. He wished it was his cock that would go between those sweet lips. He put the mouthpiece between her wet, silky lips. “Blow until I tell you to stop.”

It was surreal. The light shined in her face and Carrie was unable to see anything. Her mouth opened and suddenly found her lips latched around the mouthpiece. Everything turned sexual on her. Her mind was clouded by the alcohol, the arousal from the bar and now the cop that forced a strange device into her mouth and made her blow it. She blew into the device and her head grew dizzy as she did.

There was a short, shrill burst of sound when the device registered its results. “That’s good.” But he didn’t take it out of her mouth. He enjoyed the way her lips curled around it so sexily. He gripped the device and began to push it in and out as he fucked her mouth with it. “It’ll take a minute for the final results.”

Could he actually be doing that on purpose? She’d never taken a breath test before, but the cop moved the mouthpiece back and forth in her mouth. It was as though it was his cock and she was being forced to suck it. The light still blinded her and she was unable to see his face. She didn’t protest, resigned to the authority he had over her.

He moved the mouthpiece around her lips before he took it out. He shined the light on it, his happy face hidden from her view by the bright light as he read it. “It’s .10 Ma’am. The legal limit is .08 in Georgia. You are under arrest for driving under the influence.” He read her rights, a barely audible murmur from her at each one. He finished. “Step out of the vehicle now Ma’am. I am going to take you to the station.” He opened the door and held it open as she stepped out of the vehicle. He shined the bright light on her legs as she tried to get out. Her short skirt hiked up high, so high he could see her panties. The beam of light moved up her thighs until it shone brightly on her panties. “Take your time Ma’am.” His cock throbbed as her naked legs parted as she tried clumsily to get out of the car.

She was dead, the Breathalyzer sealed her fate. She was so involved in trying to figure a way out of this that she ignored the obvious sexual tone the way the mouthpiece played between her lips or the way the light from the flashlight boldly shined on her legs as she tried to get out of the car. Grace was no longer a factor with her skirt up high and her panties revealed. It was pitch black outside, unable to see the cop as her body turned around and was forced against her car.

“Hands behind your back Ma’am.” He grabbed her wrists before she could protest, his handcuffs ready before she could react. He snapped the metal cuffs around her slim wrists and the loud clicking sound filled the silent air.

“You don’t have to do that,” Carrie protested but found her hands pulled behind her back and put into cuffs. She felt the cold steel around her wrists and the pressure as they were tightened. She tried to pull her wrists apart, but the metal cut deep into her skin. She never felt as helpless as she did now. She was out in the middle of nowhere with her hands cuffed behind her back. And she still hadn’t seen the cop yet. What if he was a fake? What if he was going to rape me? She began to struggle, but his hands on her were too powerful.

“I have to check you for weapons. Over to my car.” He led her easily to his car. Her bound hands left her little room to protest. He pushed her against the car. “Hold still now. It will be easier if you don’t fight.” He tugged on her wrists to show her the power he had over her. He pressed up against her as his hands went around her waist to check along the waistband of her skirt. He felt her suck in her stomach as he touched her. He pushed a bit of the sweater out of the way until his fingers touched her bare stomach and her body jumped by his intimate touch.

A sexual shiver ran through her body when his hand touched her naked skin. His hands slipped under her sweater and moved up as Carrie held her breath and she waited for the touch. This wasn’t searching her body for weapons. He inspected her body and the sudden fear of what he was doing mixed with the shocking excitement that raced through her body. After all the sexual tension of the night, her body was primed.

Each of his large hands cupped a bra-encased breast to squeeze the firm flesh beneath the thin fabric. “Nothing in there,” he said as if it were the most natural thing to feel up her tits. He took his hand from beneath her sweater and pushed down on the small of her back until he bent her over the hood of his car. Her ass pushed out as she bent over and he felt her tightened cheeks rub against his hard cock. He pushed one foot between her legs to push hard against one tender ankle and bang into the bone. “Spread your legs.” It was an order, not a request.

She felt her nipples swell from his touch, ashamed at the way her body responded. She should protest, instead she found herself bent over as she shoved her ass out unceremoniously until she felt the unmistakable hard cock pushed between her cheeks. “OOOW!” She complained when his heavy shoes banged her ankle, but she still obeyed the lewd request to spread her legs like a wanton whore. She shivered in excitement when his hands crept down the front of her skirt to hike it up. His hands found their way beneath it to touch the front of her panties. She shoved her ass back harder and it met with an equal force by the cock behind her.

He had her legs spread and her skirt hiked up with barely a burst of protest came from her. He cupped her sex with one large hand, as a finger found her slit and pushed in hard. Her legs spread wider as though she tried to accommodate his probing figure. He goosed her and as her body jerked and her ass slid along his cock as if she attempted to masturbate him. “Nothing there except wet panties.”

He fondled her with impunity now and he made no pretense of searching her. His only desire was to feel her up and inspect her as his cock jerked hard against her ass cheeks. And now he had found her secret, her panties were wet with her desire. She could do little to protest because her body betrayed her. She found her body standing back up, the back door of the cop car opened as the cop pushed Carrie in until she fell into the seat. She almost fell over as her hands in cuffs made it hard to balance. The door slammed shut. The front door opened and the interior light came on as the cop got into the car. He closed the door, but left the light on as he turned around.

“Just relax. The station is only a mile away.” He turned around and smiled at Carrie.

“JESSIE!” It suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks.

“Sorry Carrie, but I’m entrusted to uphold the laws. And you were intoxicated. You shouldn’t have driven.”

All of a sudden things had changed for the better. She felt the way he touched her, explored her body and manipulated her into position for a more intimate examination. He wanted more than to arrest her. And it’s not that she didn’t find the feeling that raced through her body pleasurable, in spite of being forced under duress. And then there were the handcuffs. It was the feeling of helplessness that raced through her body and the sexual rush between her legs as she lost all power to protest anything that was done to her body. “What are you going to do to me?” She was afraid of the answer.

“Anything I want. If you cooperate, I’ll release you. Otherwise it could become very unpleasant for you.” The police station would be empty as no one would be in for another four hours. More than enough time to satisfy his lust on her.

“Do I have a choice?” Carrie squirmed in the back seat as her short skirt rode high up to reveal her panties and her bound hands gave her little chance to rectify it. It’s not that her skirt would be on for long, she was sure that he’d have her stripped naked soon enough. Stripped naked while handcuffed as her juices ran down her thighs as she savored the erotic thoughts.





Chapter 2


Interrogation or Oral Inspection



“You’ll do everything I want. One way or another. I don’t care which way, all of it will be pleasurable to me. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure that you receive the pleasure you deserve. You have a lovely body and I’ll enjoy pleasuring it.” The car pulled up behind the police station and the alley was deserted. Jessie got out of the car, opened up the back door and helped Carrie out of the car. They went in the back door. The lights suddenly blinded both of them as he marched her over to one of the interrogation rooms. They entered and he pushed her over to the large table that filled the center of the room.

She looked at him, finally able to see him in the light. He looked just as she remembered, but now he had on a uniform, a large black belt that held a gun, mace, cuffs and other items. The uniform fit his body as if it were custom tailored. But nothing could hide the large cock outlined the front of his pants.

“Yes, you will take care of that before morning. Many times.” His hand went down and stroked his cock and he made sure that she could see how big it was.

Would he make me suck his cock? Of course he would, she already felt how he made her suck the mouthpiece as if it were a cock. She feared that. It’s not that she hadn’t sucked a cock before. But with the handcuffs on, she was afraid she wouldn‘t be able to control him or his cock. She’d always controlled the depths of the thrusts, but Jessie didn’t seem like the type of man that would allow her to do this. Would he choke it down my throat? “Are you going to take the cuffs off?”

“I don’t think you really want me to. I think you like them on.” Jessie had seen other girls like this. Cuffed, they could let their bodies succumb to the lust, unable to prevent anything that was done to them. It gave them the reason to surrender to all of his perversions.

She tugged on the cuffs and felt the cold steel dig into her tender wrists as it held her tight. At the same time, she felt the wetness between her legs. She knew she wouldn't have any choice in what he did to her body. She feared it, at the same time, she felt the unmistakable excitement.

“Now why don’t you sit on the table here,” Jessie helped her as he sat her on the edge of the table. He stood between her legs and pushed between her legs until she spread them wide to accommodate him. He looked down as her skirt hiked up higher and higher. She had beautiful legs, firm thighs and Jessie was eager to get between them to savor the taste of her pussy. But first, she’d have to satisfy his lust as his balls ached to be relieved of his pent up lust. He looked down, her naked legs spread submissively and her skirt hiked up to reveal black panties. He noticed the unmistakable wetness on her panties. His hands slid up her legs and felt her trembling body beneath his touch. His fingers moved to the edge of her panties to touch the tender skin. He looked into her eyes as his fingers pressed hard into the tender flesh. She squirmed beneath his touch.

His hands were strong on her legs as they moved on her naked flesh. Carrie squirmed as they edged towards her panty covered sex. She felt a rush of arousal, a dampness between her legs as his fingers crept so close to her sex. Carrie almost wished that he would touch her there instead of the teasing that he was doing now. He looked at her as his fingers hurt as they dug into the flesh of her legs, but it only added to the arousal she felt. The pain mixed quickly with the need to be stroked between her legs. Her ass squirmed on the desk and Carrie bit her lip to quell the moan that tried to escape from her lips.

Jessie could smell the heat in her. She’d be very accommodating to him tonight, not that she had much of a choice. “Spread your legs wider for me Carrie,” Jessie looked into her eyes as he ordered her. He felt her legs move to spread wider and felt her muscles tighten when she spread them wide. He looked down as her panties pulled tightly over her sex, and he was able to make out her pronounced slit through the thin silk panties.

Her thighs ached, but she kept her legs spread wide, wider than was comfortable. It was all about control, or in Carrie’s case, lack of control. “Please touch me.” Carrie whimpered when she spoke.

“Do you want me to stroke your pussy Carrie? Your hot, tight pussy?” Jessie teased her as his fingers slide over the silky panties to move to the edge of her mound and he felt her body shudder.

He wanted her to beg. Carrie relented and her voice crack as she said it. “Touch my… pussy,” she blurted out. She was so hot and wished her hands were untied so she could masturbate. At the same time the bondage of her hands was what drove her desires. “EEEEEHHH,” she screamed in pleasure. Her ass rose up from the hard desk as Jessie gripped her pussy lips to squeeze them together in one powerful hand. She felt her flesh compressed in his hand as his fingers pinched the two sides of her pussy together.

Jessie grabbed her fleshy pussy lips and squeezed them, than tugged them out until her ass rose from the table to try to accommodate his pinching fingers. He yanked her pussy lips out with a smirk on his face as he stared at her. He began to clench and unclench his fingers on her pussy lips, each time he pulled them out as he tightened his fingers, only to release them. She squirmed on the table as her ass moved up and down.

No one had ever touched her this way before with most of the boys were gentle, although quick. Jessie teased her and now he abused her sex, his fingers harsh as they squeezed her pussy lips. His fingers were everywhere on her sex. He even pinched her lips to drive her damp panties between her tender lips as his fingertips pinched hard on the pink flesh. Her hands clenched into fists as she struggled with the mixed emotions that raced through her body. It was as though he goosed her and her ass squirmed as he did. Carrie was unable to escape the pinching fingers that dug into her tender pussy. Not that she wanted to. Her pussy was drenched and she was sure that Jessie could feel it. He’d feel her humiliation to be treated in such a way and become aroused by it. She feared he would misinterpret her reaction, or maybe he would interrupt it correctly. She didn’t think she could stop anything he did to her and that scared her.

Jessie’s finger slid up and down her slit to push aside the puffy lips as his finger pushed hard until her lips curled over it. He moved from the top of her slit, but he paid special attention to avoid the touch on her clit. Not yet. He pushed hard down her slit, all the way down until he felt the heat of her pussy. He pushed with his finger to drive her panties into her clenching hole. His finger was wet with her juices. Her hips humped his finger now, trying to drive his finger inside her in spite of her panties that protected the tight hole. He pulled his hand away and saw the look of disappointment in her eyes. “Not yet. I’ll tell you when you can cum.”

She wanted his hand back so bad. She tightened her pussy, her thighs and wished his hand would return. She was on the edge but he stopped to leave her wet and unfulfilled. She looked down as his hands slid her sweater up over her bra to pull it over her head to lay it on her back as her bound hands prevented him from taking it completely off. She arched her back to stick her bra-encased breasts out and she hoped that his hands would play with them. Carrie had sensitive nipples and was almost able to cum when they were played with vigorously. She knew that Jessie wouldn’t neglect them.

Jessie gripped both of her tits in his hands to squeeze them harshly and compress the firm flesh in his powerful grip. Carrie didn’t protest, in fact she kept her back arched for him to present her tits for his hands to abuse. His hands slid around her back and made quick work of the fragile clip that held the thin bra straps together. He moved back so he could see her tits as he slipped the straps part way down her arms as the bra fell away far enough so it gathered just beneath her twin naked breasts. He didn’t waste any time as his hands reached out with two fingers of each hand to grip the dark brown nipples that were already hard, perfect targets for his fingers. He felt the flesh of her aroused tips crushed beneath his pinching fingers. He saw the tears in her eyes as he turned his fingers to twist the trapped nubs.

She almost came when she felt the pain in her nipples, surprised by his quick and harsh touch as soon as her breasts were bared to him. He didn’t take time to admire them before he abused them. Carrie arched her back up high as Jessie pulled her tits by her nipples high into the air. Her eyes grew wet with tears. His large hands encircled her bare flesh to squeeze her breasts. “MMMMMM,” she was unable to stop the moan from her lips as his hands took control of her breasts. He released them to bounce them slightly when they fell down. Carrie looked down to see the condition of them. She could see red lines where his fingers had dug hard into her white flesh, but nothing was more pronounced than her nipples. They stood out like hard pebbles as Carrie felt them throb, not from pain but desire and she wanted his hands to return. “Don’t stop!” She couldn’t believe the words that spilled out of her mouth. She begged him for more of his harsh treatment.

Jessie smiled at her. “Not yet. I need to get some of those clothes off you first. And then if you are a good girl I’ll play with that lovely body again.” Jessie pulled back from Carrie, her legs still spread wide. “Get up,” as he helped her to stand up. He turned her around to undo the metal cuffs and the hard metal clamored on the desk as he put them down. He saw the look of disappointment on her face. “Don’t worry I’ll put them back on.” He laughed loudly as her face turned red in shame. He made quick work of the bra and sweater to throw them over onto a chair. His hands opened up her skirt and let it drop to the floor, not surprised to see her panties were a thong. The black material contrasted sharply with her pale, white skin. “Step out of your skirt.” Carrie kicked it to the side. She stood there, her back to him, naked except for a tiny patch of black thong that hid her sex. Her legs were perched high on the heels to make her look all the more naked and vulnerable. His hand caressed her ass cheeks and felt her tighten her muscles as it slid over the silky flesh.



