The Degraded Young Miss
by George Wilson


CHAPTER ONE 

It was in the middle of the day when Toni finally woke up. She immediately 
realized a great deal of pain, especially around her wrists and ankles as if 
she had been tied to something. 

Yes, that was it, tied! It was now beginning to come back to her as she 
rubbed the cobwebs from her eyes, and began to groan. 

She didn't have the faintest idea where she was. She felt as if she had just 
come out of a fucking train wreck. 

Her head cleared, she began going over the events of the night before. She 
cast her mind back, as far as it would go, to where it had all started. 

That had been in the afternoon. She was sitting in her favorite coffee shop 
on St. Mark's Place in New York's East Village, scanning one of the sexy 
underground papers. 

They always made exciting reading and their coverage of politics seemed so 
much more inventive than that of the normal daily papers or weeklies, and of 
course they told explicitly what was happening in the real live world she 
adored. 

Nude theatre, group happenings that were just a polite term for group 
gropes, erotic art exhibitions, exciting movies of all kinds, some of the 
best clubs and parties, and a personal column that couldn't be beat. 

Yes, it was all there, and she loved it! 

However, the underground papers had another advantage. They were great 
conversation openers. There were many different people who frequented this 
particular coffee shop, some forward-they needed no encouragement-and some 
shy. 

The shy ones were her target when she felt bored or lonely. Toni could let 
them see she was reading a sex tabloid to eliminate their shyness if they 
had any. If she caught their eye she would smile, very gently, just a 
friendly smile, not enough to make them think she was too forward or maybe a 
hooker, or anything like that. A smile to show she was friendly and kind and 
maybe as lonely as they were themselves. 

She would fold the paper to where there were way-out pictures. Like, say two 
lesbians eating each other's cunts. Or two gay boys playing sixty-nine for 
that matter. Big blown up pictures of gaping cunts, or cocks with gigantic 
hard-ons. 

When she opened the paper to that, there could be no question that this sort 
of thing appealed to her. 

She had made it obvious! 

But, if the other person she saw and liked seemed to hesitate, she had a 
perfect come-on: "Can I borrow your paper for a minute?" she would 
ask-everyone in there was always reading one paper or another unless they 
were with friends. "You can look at mine if you like!" 

From there it was usually easy to build up a meaningful conversation and 
from there to a brief meaningful and exciting affair of a few hours or a few 
days, was only a short step. 

If they didn't bite right away, she would say: "I just wanted to check 
whether the Times had anything about the nude-in they've planned for 
Tompkins Square Park tonight-even if there wasn't such a thing at all that 
week, and she would invite them along, and when they found there wasn't an 
official nude-in, she would offer to stage a little miniature one with her 
new friend's personal co-operation. 

She was sitting at her favorite table, lingering over a coffee with a 
cigarette, when the couple sat down at her table. 

It wasn't anyone she knew from the neighborhood. They seemed sort of hippie 
but a little bit too much. Like actors playing the roles of hippies. Or, 
perhaps like the narcotics squad, overdoing the hippie business and giving 
their job away in the process. 

But, Toni didn't think they were basically bad. They had good vibes, both of 
them, and Toni trusted her instincts when it came to summing up people, such 
as in this case. 

The man spoke to her first. "Can I have a look at your paper a minute 
please. My local newsstand stopped selling it." 

Toni handed it over, opened at the page she had been looking at with all the 
cocks and cunts and all. The man started leafing through it. 

"You must excuse him," the girl explained. 

She was really a very gorgeous creature as far as Toni could tell, because 
most of her face was hidden behind gigantic blue-tinted glasses with 
octagonal silver-steel frames. 

She had a tiny, slightly hard mouth with lips that were continuously 
moist-perhaps because the girl kept curling her pink tongue over them as she 
sat there. 

Her forehead was high and sharply domed. Her hair was long and black and was 
caught at the back by a leather-and-chain barrette, before it cascaded 
around her shoulders, front and back, to her fucking waist. 

She had a long, high neck, very white, and wore a military looking jacket of 
red wet-look vinyl that had pockets and straps and steel-headed studs all 
over. The collar was high, like that of a bandsman's jacket, and closed 
tight to the neck with a heavily buckled strap. She had an Indian headband 
in her hair and was positively dripping with sensuality. Toni smiled at her 
to explain that she wasn't angry. 

"We're really new to the East Village," the girl went on while her companion 
glanced through the sex-paper. "We're in the, oh, I'm sorry, let me 
introduce myself first. I'm Judy." 

"Hi, I'm Toni." 

"Pleased to meet you. That's Frank. We're not married but we live together, 
you know, and we do things together like, I mean we do the scene together if 
you know what I mean." Frank was immersed in the paper and didn't even look 
up. 

"I don't know if we're really dressed right for the part," the girl called 
Judy went on. 

"Ahhh!" Toni thought, "I was right, they're trying to dress the part here. 
Wonder what their real game is. Should be fun finding out. 

Judy went on as if she could read Toni's thoughts. 

"You see, we're really rather square and suburban. We have a pad on the 
Upper East Side with steam heat and hot water and baths and that sort of 
really square thing." 

Toni smiled inwardly. 

"And you want to be able to get to know the, the, well, the scene on the 
East Village dope and group-sex scene?" She wanted to be helpful and as she 
spoke she was in fact running in her mind the various contacts and 
possibilities and combinations. 

Judy seemed horrified. Or, if she wasn't horrified she at least pretended 
horror. 

"Oh no," she said, "nothing like that. We're not, ah, you know, not that 
sort of thing. I mean, it's all right if, well, you know!" 

"What do you want then? Perhaps I can help you find it!" 

Judy seemed terribly relieved. She looked at her companion as if Frank would 
in some way help her over the next stage but Frank seemed totally immersed 
in the story he was reading-or was it the explicit pictures? 

"You see, we've been asked to make a movie, it's for the government-I hope 
you don't mind, I mean you're not a pacifist are you? They want to make a 
movie to show the rest of the world how our young people-one part of them 
anyway-the hippies and so on-are living. We've made a few movies like that 
for the government in the past and they want us to make a movie on this 
subject now and-well you can see, we're not really very with it and we don't 
know where to begin." 

"I see," Toni said brightly. "You'd like me to clue you in. Feed you all the 
dope, show you what's in and what's happening, right?" 

"That would be very kind of you," Frank said, suddenly looking up. They were 
the first words he had spoken. Toni looked him over to sum him up. He must 
have spent the past three weeks in seclusion trying to become the part. 
Three weeks was just enough to give him the beginnings of the beard he now 
sprouted and to let his hair grow just a little bit beyond the length now 
fashionable among the Madison Avenue crowd. 

Like Judy, he was wearing shades but very dark and big so that most of his 
face-almost all that was visible beyond the beard and hair and sideburns-was 
obscured behind the dark lenses. 

On his head he wore a brand new hat with a handmade beaded band that must 
have set him back quite a lot of money. 

He wore a hand embroidered shirt under a steer-hide cowboy jacket with 
fringes, lacings and all the trimmings. He also had rings on his fingers, 
zodiac, birthstone ring, and the lot. 

"We want to make this movie as authentic as possible," he went on, "and yet 
we can't make it too spontaneous. The 'establishment' wouldn't go for it if 
you know what I mean," and he laughed a little grin. 

"We have to stage it all-rallies, happenings, drug parties, rock and so on. 
It all has to be staged. Can't just go out and shoot the real thing. But 
what I'm going to do-" 

His hand reached out to touch Toni's outstretched hand and he gave it a warm 
pat to show they were all in this together. 

"What I'm going to do is to get someone like you to stage it all for us so 
that it'll be absolutely authentic." 

"What would you like me to stage for you?" Toni asked, expectantly. 

"Everything." 

"Like sex?" she asked. 

"Yeah, man, sex!" 

"Way-out sex?" 

"Yeah!" 

"Group sex?" 

"Yeah!" 

"You want me to take you to some of those scenes?" 

"Uhhh!" 

"Maybe you should participate yourself, to get the real authenticity." 

Frank put on a show of reluctance but Toni could see through his pretense. 
She could tell a fish when he was hooked, properly hooked! "Do you think 
it's really necessary?" 

"You want to do it right Frank, right?" 

"Right. But what about Judy?" 

"She can participate too. You want it to be authentic, Frank, don't you? 
Give Judy a chance to get into the real authentic bag." 

"Do you think that would be the right thing to do?" Judy asked, the picture 
of helpful innocence. 

She didn't seem to be thinking about her own part in this at all, she didn't 
seem to reflect either fear or joyous anticipation. Only an efficient 
partner in a job that had to be done. On behalf of her boyfriend, completely 
selfless. 

"Give you a proper feel for what you're filming," Toni suggested, "and you 
might even enjoy it!" 

She looked Judy deep into the face. She would have liked to look into her 
eyes but at this stage of the game she didn't want to go too fast. She liked 
the look of this girl. They might have a lot of fun together. Some 
excitement at least, take the boredom out of the daily grind! 

"I don't think I could enjoy it," Judy started saying, but Frank had taken 
her hand in his other and somehow that made a difference. 

"Well, if you think so, I mean, if it's for something we have to do, well, 
maybe, if I try hard I could learn to enjoy it too. It's all a matter of 
enriching one's experience, wouldn't you say?" 

Frank's knee had brushed against Toni's, perhaps accidentally, but Toni 
hadn't removed her knee, in fact she'd pressed it right back. Now she took 
her free hand and squeezed his thigh under the little cafe table. 

"When can you take us to observe, I mean participate?" Frank asked. 

Toni squeezed his thigh and rubbed her bare leg against his bell-bottoms. 

"Oh, I don't think you should go now to observe, much less participate. 
You'll be much too obvious as an outsider." 

Judy seemed quite disappointed. "But how will we ever learn enough when 
we're in the scene so that we can learn what the authentic scene is like?" 
She got involved with the involved logic of what they were hoping to achieve 
and at the end of her question her voice trailed off. 

"You could rehearse first," Toni suggested, squeezing Frank's thigh and hand 
at the same time and peering deeply and openly at Judy. 

"Like right now, the three of us could go over to your place and hold a 
rehearsal for those sex scenes you have to get into if you want to do the 
authentic thing." 

The three of them had taken a cab up to Second Avenue in the low Sixties, 
Toni sitting between her new friends and digging her thighs into both of 
them indiscriminately, hugging once this one, once that one, then both of 
them. She liked them both. She liked most people. 

They had, Toni discovered with amazement, an expensive penthouse apartment. 
The doorman took them into the elevator with what Toni thought was either a 
smirk or a leer. They entered the richly furnished penthouse with thick 
expensive carpeting, and Frank locked and bolted the door behind them. 

"You have anything to smoke?" Toni asked when they had seated themselves in 
a corner alcove on huge, tweed covered foam cushions. 

The lights were low and rock music was booming from the hidden stereo 
speakers. 

"Cigarette?" Frank suggested. 

"No, gives you cancer. I mean the real thing. Grass. Got any?" 

Frank shook his head in regret. 

"Never mind, I have some hash." Toni undid a fastening on her belt, undid 
another piece from a heavy brass necklace, screwed them together and she had 
a pipe. She reached into a seam of her micro-mini skirt and took out a fold 
of paper and when she'd opened that she took out a small lump of tar-like 
substance which she placed in the pipe and lit. 

Toni took the first puff then handed it around to her hosts, showing them 
how to smoke hash the proper way to get real high. 

After three or four puffs each, they all felt a delicious floating feeling 
that seemed to take away all the concerns of the work-a-day world and the 
conversation lapsed into silence. 

Frank took another puff, handed the pipe back to Toni and said, out of the 
lengthy silence: "We're forgetting what we came for." 

"Oh!" Toni expressed her surprise and then she giggled. 

She let her thoughts flow back, gradually and recollected. "You wanted to 
rehearse authentic sex, East Village style," and she laughed and smiled at 
both her partners. 

"We're into that now, we're getting in the groove, we're all set. We smoke a 
bit and play a bit and that's how it goes." 

"Cut out all the slow stuff!" Frank said. He somehow didn't seem as pleasant 
or as friendly as he had been before. Perhaps the hash had affected him the 
wrong way. It sometimes happened with people who were smoking for the first 
time. 

"But it's-" Toni started saying. 

"I don't give a shit!" Frank interjected. "Let's get on with the sex. That's 
what we're here for." 

Toni was on the verge of tears. It seemed he was getting it all wrong. 

"You don't seem to understand," Toni said. "In the East Village scene you 
have to act real cool. You're not supposed to make a big issue of sex. You 
just, you know, like let it happen." 

"It's going to happen," Frank barked. "Right now! I'm going to make it 
happen!" 

"Oh no!" Toni wailed. 

Judy was looking on impassively. She seemed uninvolved. Perhaps she was 
already high on the hash and out of the ordinary world of mortals. 

"Oh yes!" Frank mocked. "Take off your clothes and we'll get started." 

Toni hesitated. This wasn't at all what she had in mind. How was she ever 
going to teach these plastic hippies where things were really at! 

"Take off your clothes!" Frank ordered and, not waiting a second more for 
obedience, he pulled at the neck of her low-cut print shirt. He pulled and 
ripped. The little shirt was cut over her breasts, showing just the 
slightest bit of nipple. She was wearing no bra, and the nipples, in her 
surprise, hardened immediately and became pointed. 

Her skirt hung sensuously from the waist where it was gathered with pieces 
of long thin leather. Toni bent as if to raise her skirt up over her tits, 
but Frank grabbed her again and just pulled it right down off her. 

She was exposed now, dressed in only a tiny slip of a bikini panty and the 
African necklace she wore around her neck. 

Frank seized the panties in both hands and yanked. It bit deeply into her 
cunt as it entered between the lips of her vagina, and as he pulled harder 
it bit also at the back into her ass. 

He pulled and a large part of the fabric came off in his hands, but the 
seams and bindings remained, tugging at her clitoris and her asshole, biting 
deeply into the tender skin. He pulled again, agonizingly and this time the 
shredded ribbons of her panties tore right across. He pulled triumphantly 
and held up the remains of her panties. 

Toni wanted to cry with disappointment. It was all so wrong. This wasn't at 
all what she had in mind. She wanted to be helpful and friendly and now they 
were abusing her. At least Frank was abusing her, she still had hopes for 
Judy. 

Judy was sitting on the cushion, impassive. She was still dressed as she had 
been at St. Mark's Place. From the little amount of thigh that was on 
display above Judy's over-the-knee boots, Toni could guess she'd be a 
terrific fuck-or a terrific suck. 

Toni could hardly wait to get the girls' thighs locked around her back-or 
around her neck for that matter-what a cunt she must have, she thought. What 
a glorious piece of twat to mash her face in. 

Toni looked at Judy as if imploring her for help, or if not help, at least 
for understanding. 

Judy's face remained a blank wall of impassivity. 

Toni stood straight. She was entirely naked now. All her clothes had been 
tom off her and with her clothes some of her dignity, too. 

Her tits weren't big but they were firm and perfectly formed. A delicate 
bulge underneath a moderate ski-slope curve on top. Deep cleavage, large 
hard nipples projecting straight forward like missiles. 

Her waist was very small without a mark or scratch. The belly-button was 
tiny and set deeply and from there a thin line of blonde hair led down to a 
rich golden triangle that ended in a bulge, and the bulge opened gradually 
as Toni's anger grew, to display angry pink lips and pulsating redder flesh 
inside. 

Frank looked at Toni's staring cunt and for a moment Toni hoped that the 
sight of her red gash would do something to him and make him get off this 
unfriendly, hostile treatment. 

If she could just excite him erotically the way a man is supposed to be 
excited, she thought, she could yet get them both to change the scene and 
they could all get a big kick out of the evening after all. 

She slowly undulated her hips and allowed her cunt to open further. She had 
good control over her muscles and she was able to make her tits bounce, too, 
while gyrating her ass. That should do something to Frank's intent, she 
thought, it nearly always worked. 

But when she looked down at Frank's crotch she saw he hadn't gotten a 
hard-on yet. He must be difficult, she thought to herself. You really have 
to work with this bastard. 

Frank turned and took something off a shelf. It was dark and made of 
leather. Toni couldn't figure out what it was. 

"Put on some clothes!" Frank said as if her nakedness offended him. He held 
out the object and Toni saw it was a bra. 

It seemed so unnecessary to Toni. If bras and leather things turned him on 
so, all Frank had to do was tell her. She got turned on by kinky things, 
too, and she really dug far-out scenes. 

Frank held up the bra and Toni put forward her arms to slip into the straps. 
Suddenly Frank tugged, pulled, spun around her and pulled tighter. 

Before she knew it the leather bra was pulled hard and tight over her 
breasts and shoulders and her upper arms were pinned painfully behind her 
back. 

She tried to struggle but Frank was ready for her with a leather strap that 
he pulled over her wrists behind her back and pulled tight. Her arms were 
completely and utterly immobile. 

"What is this?" she asked in outrage. What were these people up to, these 
plastic hippies, these perverted squares? 

"Shut up!" he ordered and dived for her legs. A strap went around her 
ankles, was tightened and she was a prisoner unable to use any of her limbs. 

There was a chain attached to the strap that hobbled her ankles and Frank 
took hold of the end of the chain. Toni was his prisoner! 

Judy opened her mouth for the first time since Frank had started ordering 
Toni around. 

"Lovely," she said, very easily. "She's just right. I think she'll do very 
well. Thank you Frank, dear, can I have her for what I need?" 

Toni's hopes went up for a minute. She remembered those stories of old 
slavery days where the beautiful mistress-or perhaps the daughter-of the 
house had asked the cruel slave-owner for full possession of a particular 
slave or slave girl, and had abused her ownership rights to set him free, or 
at least to make his condition more bearable. 

"That's what I got her for," Frank replied. "It worked well, this time, 
better than the last time we tried it with the red-haired girl on 
Christopher Street." 

"That one, I remember. She gave us a lot of trouble. But she screamed well 
when you tore the clothes off her, remember? And you had to whip her before 
she'd come to me. That was good." 

Her eyes glazed over with the joys of her memories. 

"Pity about this one, I was hoping she'd scream, too. They're much better 
when they scream!" 

"She will," Frank said, "she will! Soon enough." 

He pulled down at the front of the leather bra Toni was wearing, and hooked 
into the brass ring at its center the end of the chain that was fastened to 
Toni's ankle-shackles. 

The chain pulled Toni's upper torso down so that her rich golden hair hung 
to the floor. Her bottom, small and round and tight stuck up in the air. 

Judy rose languidly from her seat. "Can I try her now?" she asked. 

Frank nonchalantly gave his agreement. Judy lifted up her right hand, 
flattened her palm, and brought it down on Toni's upturned bottom. 

The smack had a lot of force behind it and it caught her off balance so that 
she tipped forward on her face. Her hands were bound behind her back and her 
ankles were tied together. As she fell on her face she burst into tears at 
the very thought of the inhumanity of it all, the unkindness, the 
humiliation! 

What had she gotten herself into? Why were these people so unkind to her? 
She wanted to talk to them about love, she came to show them love and how to 
play the games of love-the authentic games, she emphasized in her mind-and 
instead they were taking advantage of her and abusing her. 

Frank angrily jerked her to her feet. Her face was splotched with tears. 

"You won't fall down again this time, wretch!" he snarled. He placed his 
body in such a way that her shoulders, bent down and forward, pressed 
against his thighs, the back of her head fitted between his open thighs. 

"Okay, Judy, you can start now," he said. 

Judy positioned herself behind Toni's bare bottom and flayed away with her 
right hand. 

"Wham!" the open palm came down, and the flesh of Toni's bum quivered. It 
stung with pain and echoes of the smack seemed to course unendingly through 
every muscle. 

"Wham!" Another smack. Toni's bum was on fire. It was burning fiercely. She 
could hardly bear the pain. 

"Wham!" The slap fell on a part of Toni's bottom that was already red from 
previous slaps. This new one on top of the earlier stings where the flesh 
had been sensitized, stung with redoubled intensity. 

"Wham! Wham! Wham!" Judy kept raining blows with her open palm on Toni's 
upturned ass. Each blow hurt more than the last and each blow drove her with 
bone shattering force into the rigid thighs of Frank against whom she was 
being forced to lean. 

When Judy's hand began to smart from the beating she was inflicting on her 
victim, she picked up a wooden paddle and renewed the onslaught. 

"Whack! Whack! Whack!" The beating seemed to be unending! 

Lying on her bed, the morning after, Toni could still feel the stinging on 
her bottom where Judy had reddened it. 

She had been lying on her belly all night to avoid the soreness in fact it 
must have been the involuntary turning on her bum that had caused her to 
wake up suddenly while still in the throes of fatigue. 

She lay on her side now amid the rumpled sheets and passed her hands slowly 
and lovingly over her sore buns. Oh shit! So fucking sore! They hurt so 
much. Toni felt sorry for them as if they were somehow something apart from 
her, her two little sisters perhaps, Lefty here-Righty there. 

"How are you Lefty?" she asked in her mind. "Are you still very upset? She 
hurt you a lot that Judy, didn't she? You didn't like it at all, did you? 
Oh, you did, a little bit? Really? You mean you enjoyed being made all sore? 
You mean you really liked it? Oh, Lefty, how could you say something like 
that. There must be something a little wrong with you. You liked it when 
that naughty Judy had your behind up all bare and she whammed you hard with 
her open hand and then she whacked you hard with her paddle! 

"What about you Righty? Don't tell me you enjoyed being made all red and 
sore and itchy when Judy had you sticking up and she whammed and whacked 
into you with all her strength. You did? Really? And what about being all 
naked when it happened? That added to the fun? Oh, Righty! And on top of 
that it was a woman, a girl a cruel, cruel woman! Didn't that make you feel 
terrible, Righty? What's that? It added to your pleasure? It got you even 
more excited? It built up the tension and the excitement for the next stage! 
But really, now!" 

What was she to think of her silly, sore buns? She passed her finger tips 
slowly over the two silly little things, thrilling to the memories of pain 
and burning the passage of her fingers was able to arouse. She pressed a bit 
harder, as if to caress and at the same time educate the silly things, then 
she dug harder, using her nails. 

That should teach them, the fat little geese. That should really show them. 
She dug her nails in deeply and by twisting around she could see that her 
nails left sharp white lines etched into the strawberry-red of her buns. 

She scratched and scratched in all directions until her bottoms were as 
crisscrossed with white scratches as the surface of the skating rink at 
Rockefeller Center on a busy afternoon in December. And they were hurting, 
hurting sharply, hurting almost as much as they had last night when Judy was 
inflicting her rage and lust on them. 

What a night that was! Shackled at ankles and wrists, and with a chain 
fastening the loop on the leather bra to the ankle shackles, Toni had been 
forced to endure the smacks and paddlings of that Judy. 

That must have lasted half-an-hour, at least. Toni was crying the whole time 
and gasping and sobbing from the pain and the humiliation and all other 
kinds of strange feelings that were going through her. 

She had to stand with her shoulders hunched against the muscular thighs of 
Judy's boyfriend, Frank, and each time the open palm of the wooden paddle 
landed on her bottom, the shock traveled from her upturned rump in waves and 
ripples of pain and tension all the way along her body to transmit 
themselves ultimately as hard thumps of contact with Frank's thighs. 

At first that tended to knock Frank backward at each blow, but then he took 
up a position bent forward slightly, with his hard talon-like fingers 
grasping her just above the waist, digging hard and demandingly into her 
flesh. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Toni could feel his thighs pushing into her and throbbing with her own pains 
and passions, and after a while something else was added to them, the 
gradual thrust of a hardening ram that started projecting from between his 
thighs at the back of her bent and straining neck, and after a few moments 
of surprise she realized that must be his cock-and knowing it was a cock, 
and that she was causing it to stiffen and harden, helped to turn her on, 
and gave her a glowing, tingling feeling all over. 

Then it changed! 

Instead of holding her at the waist, Frank picked a pause in Judy's 
bottom-beating to move his hands and bring them to the top of Toni's 
straining thighs, just below the point where Judy had been reddening them 
with her palms and her paddle. 

He grabbed the flesh there, kneaded it and scratched it and worked his way 
deeper and deeper into the pain bearing tissues. As he did so, he also 
brought Toni closer yet against his own thighs and brought the thrust of his 
pinned-down cock .harder into the back of her neck. 

Judy resumed the beating with the paddle, carefully now so as to avoid 
Frank's bending face and also his hands cupping their victim's thighs. 

When she had resumed an orderly pace, Frank went on to deeper explorations. 
His fingers reached around Toni's thighs and started playing with the lips 
of her sweaty cunt. Just his finger tips, but it was enough to make her gush 
and tremble throughout her cunt. He worked further and further into the 
sweaty, gooey opening, prying it apart, and then he worked his thumbs around 
her thighs, too. 

The thumbs, large and fleshy-tipped, were describing small circles of their 
own, independent of the probing of the finger tips inside her cunt. It was 
like a deep massage, small circles of pressure gradually working their way 
up and into her thighs, seemingly in the same direction as the finger tips 
had earlier moved. 

Now the broad thumbs hit the long tender groove between her stretched hams, 
the declivity that leads from ass to cunt. The thumbs pressed into the 
tender tissues and at the concentration of nerve endings with which it was 
suffused. 

The thrill coursed through her. Frank and Judy coordinated their efforts. 
Whack-whack! Press-press! 

Each whack of the paddle on her bums was accompanied by a pressing on her 
nerve endings. Each thrill of pain was transformed automatically into a 
thrill of pleasure. 

Toni found it impossible to distinguish the feelings. A whack of her bottom 
resulted in an erotic thrust through the base of her being that coursed 
through cunt and ass to her heart and mind. Each pressure producing thrill 
on her rift-valley resulted in the tingling heat of burning pain in her 
bottom. 

The whacks-or the jabs-got gradually faster, demanding an accompanying 
rhythm of Toni. Faster and faster and Toni's muscles were going faster and 
faster, too, and her thrills kept shooting up faster and faster as well, and 
so did the tingling painful pleasures. 

Everything spread. Thrill and pain and joy moved and spread from her ass and 
her cunt to suffuse her whole body. It was all part of her and the man 
pressing his cock into the back of her neck and his thighs into her 
shoulders and his hands into her cunt and his thumbs into her rift valley. 
And the woman, too, Judy, was part of it all. 

The hand that held the paddle, the arm that wielded it, the body that gave 
it thrust, all seemed to penetrate Toni and become part of her. 

Toni's muscles quivered uncontrollably, no longer in any particular rhythm, 
no longer subject to any control, out of phase with the whacks and the 
presses, just humping and heaving on their own. 

All over and inside of Toni the muscles were twitching and twisting, 
throbbing and swapping, until Toni had spilled over into a gigantic orgasm. 

And still she kept twitching, out of control of herself, out of the control 
of her tormentors, just her body riding its own needs. its own thrills, not 
just a cunt or an asshole, not just tensed straining against the restraints 
of the leather bra in which she had been captured, but the whole of her, all 
of her, in one gigantic spasm of muscular release. 

It must have caught Frank-strong as he was-unprepared. One unexpected thrust 
and Toni's shoulders had pushed him over, thrown him on his ass, and Toni, 
tied and shackled, fell on top of him. 

Judy, putting her weight into her paddling, suddenly found there was no 
upturned brick-red ass to meet her paddle and her arm and body. Following 
through with full force, continued to sail on, unbalanced their wielder, and 
brought the off-balance Judy crashing down on top of the other two so that 
they all collapsed in one convulsive heap that sighed panted and moaned with 
a mixture of emotions, with thrills, joys, pains, surprise, anxiety, 
expectation and frustration, each according to his own nature and condition. 

It could have been a thrilling moment for Toni always loved heaps of 
humanity, from three's-a-crowd and up, and one of her favorite positions, 
anyway, was in the middle of a triangle, but this time things weren't 
exactly in her favor. 

For one she had the breath knocked out of her right at the height of a very 
powerful orgasm--and the resulting disappointment and frustration was a bit 
let-down. 

For another she had fallen in a very awkward manner, all twisted up, and 
cracked her head somewhere against Frank's tough skeletal frame. And Judy, 
falling on top of her, had come down very heavily and knocked out of her 
body any remaining breath. 

Worst of all, though, was the fact that she was still bound and shackled. 
Surprised and shocked as she was, she would certainly have summoned up from 
some unknown reservoir the last remaining strength that, combined with her 
desires, would within seconds have set her limbs into action, feeling, 
groping, stroking, caressing, teasing and exciting any body that lay under 
her, on top of her or anywhere around her. 

It would have happened without requiring any conscious effort, however weak 
and pained she was. But with her wrists bound tight behind her back and her 
ankles tied close together and a chain fastening one leather shackle to the 
other and pulling her body double, it was a clear impossibility, instinct 
and reflex notwithstanding. 

And so, Toni had lain for once, on top of a man and under a woman, unable to 
do a thing to either of them. All she could do was scream, and scream she 
did, a large loud bellow of anger and frustration. 

It was Judy who got off the pile first. It had to be Judy, for with Judy on 
top of her Toni couldn't move-not with her body all shackled and bound, 
anyway-and with both women on top of him, Frank couldn't move-not in the 
state he was in. 

So, Judy got up first. She adjusted the large eyeglasses that had slipped to 
one side of her face, smoothed her brief red crinkle-vinyl skirt down her 
well shaped thighs, and passed a finger around inside the high collar of her 
military cut jacket. 

She stood up tall on her white thigh boots, put her hands on her hips to 
survey the scene and burst out laughing. 

The sight of the naked Toni laying shackled on top of her boyfriend and 
lover was just too much for Judy. The girl was lying there, like a diver 
jack-knifing off the high board, who had been somehow frozen in the act. The 
bright red bum, red almost as her own skirt and jacket, was sticking 
straight up in the air, above Frank's surprised head. 

It seemed taut and inviting, brightly suffused with blood and expectant, as 
if inviting further kicks and slaps. The shackled hands, tied to each other, 
reached up from above the girl's back like two tiny appendages that seemed 
to grow out of the small of her back. 

The girl's legs were pulled up and seemed to grow from their knees out of 
Frank's back, and the steel chain seemed designed as if to stop them from 
flying off too far. Underneath, between the girl's parted thighs, she could 
make out her upturned face from which the angry screams were coming in long, 
loud bursts. 

Judy stood and watched and laughed, and as she laughed her hips shook and 
her tits bounced inside her red vinyl jacket making the nipples tickle. 

Frank seemed angry, as if it was he that was being laughed at. He blinked 
his eyes a few times while he tried to summon some strength back into his 
limbs and his chest heaved to force into air into his exhausted lungs. 
Finally he made it. He gave a heave and rolled Toni right off him. Then he 
stood up and glared at Judy. 

Toni, hurt and bruised already, was hurt some more. But what hurt more than 
the additional tumble she got as Frank so unceremoniously cast her aside, 
was the hurt done to her pride, that this man could so easily reject her and 
throw her off. 

After the beating she'd endured, and after the thrills her humping shoulders 
had undoubtedly occasioned her captor, she would have hoped that he would 
show more interest in her and more concern for her. 

She'd hoped that at least he'd have been turned on and that he'd want to 
linger further under her navel, sweaty, animal smelling body. But Frank was 
impervious to her charm or else he was no longer able to respond like any 
normal full-blooded male. 

Frank stood up and brushed his clothes off. He tried to say something 
appropriate to Judy but the words failed him. 

It was Judy who took the initiative. 

She approached her lover and hugged him tightly. 

"Oh Frank!" she said, still laughing but the laughter slowly being replaced 
by her mounting excitement. "How wonderful of you. You've got her all ready 
for me. So sweet of you. That's just how I like them, sweaty, sexy, runny 
and angry. Just look at that!" 

She disengaged herself from her lover and crouched over Toni's shackled 
body. 

"Beautiful!" 

She ran her hand into Toni's crack and took it away dripping with sweat and 
juices. "Just look how runny and gooey she is! What a cunt! What a lovely 
bit of juicy, dripping cunt for me to suck!" 

Toni, lying in bed the morning after, recalled that moment with a thrill and 
fond memories. 

Judy's manual examination and her excited words had entirely lifted Toni's 
spirits. So she had at least one admirer among that heartless twosome. And 
Judy was very sexy!!! 

Staring up from between her legs, Toni had looked long and hard up at Judy. 
The first thing she saw looking up was the long white boots, set high on 
their heels, glistening white as if they had just stepped out of the sea, 
slender and towering up and up, over well-shaped calves to which they clung 
tightly, up over knees that Toni could imagine, and imagine too the soft, 
tender hollows of the backs-of her knees. 

There was just a few inches of nylon-clad thighs, but the little that Toni 
could see was enough to make her melt. Thighs that were firm and yet soft, 
thighs that seemed to want to pop out of straining skin but yet were slim. 

They bulged just a little past the buckled strap that fastened the top of 
the high boots, bulged just enough to make her aware of the texture and 
fullness underneath. Promising thighs, juicy thighs! There just wasn't 
another word for it. 

The skirt was short. Very short. With Judy bent forward, the lower edge came 
just low enough to cover the protrusions of Judy's cunt mound and hair had 
she been wearing nothing underneath. 

Since she did wear something-a flimsy nylon bikini brief in acid yellow, it 
was just enough to cover the panties from a frontal view, though of course, 
from Toni's position on the floor, everything was visible. 

From the back, Toni could tell, the skirt would be pulled up by Judy's 
bending forward as to so expose the dark of the crack where her thighs 
became her bums and where the space between her legs became the slit in her 
ass! 

The skirt was red, crinkle vinyl, and it glistened and shone with an 
exciting shimmer. It was rather tight over the hips-had it been long and 
continued on the same lines it would have become a flowing floor-length 
gown. But this length was enough to emphasize-as the nylons on the brief 
expanse of thigh had emphasized-the juiciness of Judy's voluptuous body. 

The skirt was belted tightly apparently. "Apparently" because the 
military-cut jacket that topped it was tightly belted too. 

It was in fact, tightly belted all around, over the straining bust, at 
elbows and at wrists, and especially around the high neck, with belts, 
buckles, straps, studs and rivets that gave it a very military, and somewhat 
sadistic air. 

Judy's air of authoritarian presence was heightened further by the formal 
seriousness of her huge tinted eyeglasses in their straight edged steel 
frames, by the way her black hair hung heavy from her head fastened at the 
back and then over her straining bust, and even the Indian headband, 
incongruous as it was, did not help to soften the formal strictness inherent 
in Judy's dress and posture. 

Here was a woman, Toni knew, who could give orders-and knew how to be 
obeyed. 

Even now, lying on her bed, back at her pad, Toni thrilled with memories of 
that first, formal recognition of what Judy represented. A forceful woman, a 
commanding woman. A woman who spoke her mind-and meant it! 

Toni felt her nipples thrill at the memory of that point of realization, 
just as they had thrilled and strained them. She pressed them between her 
fingers now, as if to test the degree of their hardness. She pressed each 
nipple in turn, holding it between thumb and forefinger and giving it a 
slight twist as she did so. 

The nipples seemed to lengthen and harden even further under her fingers, 
while the breasts became engorged and the brown skin of her aureoles 
puckered up. 

"My tits!" Toni thought back with exultation, remembering the excitement 
Judy had displayed when she had first held them in her hands and caressed 
them with her long, tapering fingers, cool to the touch of her hot flesh. 

Round full mounds of vibrating flesh, tanned all over the way only a child 
of nature is able to tan. Beautiful breasts to own, beautiful breasts to 
have caressed! 

Toni squeezed her whole breasts now. Thumbs and forefingers still clung to 
the rigid brown nipples but her other three fingers in each hand explored 
their own little ways into the softly yielding flesh at the tops while the 
flat of her palms pressed up from underneath. It brought the full ripeness 
into greater prominence and gave Toni's bosom a projection that only a 
specially boned bra pressing up from underneath could have given them. 

A specially boned bra! But of course! There was a tight leather bra into 
which she had been tricked by Frank. It had squeezed her like that, and 
compressed her tits. 

Now Toni could duplicate the feeling of the tightly pressing bra and at the 
same time lend to her breasts the softness and stimulating pressures that 
Judy's fingers had given her breasts. She squeezed and pressed into her 
lovely breasts and felt the thrills shoot through her body with each new 
pressure and each exploring finger. 

A glow of pleasure radiated out from Toni's engorged breasts. It spread 
slowly up through her throat and down into her flat belly. A sharp itch of 
pleasure struck her in the hollow of her bellybutton. The flush of pleasure 
moved to her face as she continued to caress her breasts and a complementary 
flush spread down beyond her belly to her cunt. She allowed it to happen and 
continued to caressed her breasts, to squeeze them and love them. 

She knew that moment. The moment when her cunt would slowly become inflamed. 
When her cunt would start making demands she was unable to withstand. One 
moment she was in control. She was calling the shots. 

She wad deciding where to love herself and how much to love herself and for 
how long to go on and when to stop. 

She could still stop, right now. Let go of her tits, watch the nipples go 
down, watch the skin relax and the flush of blood and tension leave them. 
Watch her nipples go soft and tender again and her breasts turn once more to 
velvet, and cover herself with a blanket and go to sleep. 

She could still stop-but decided not to. 

The moment, the deciding moment, would come soon. And that deciding moment 
was always a pleasure in and of itself that Toni enjoyed both to experience 
and to observe. It would be coming soon. She could still stop now but didn't 
want to. 

Her cunt was happy, joyful, getting soft and moist. She could tell without 
checking. She could feel her cunt as if from the inside, as if she was 
somewhere inside her own cunt and exploring it, as if she were herself her 
own cunt. She was soft and wet and loving. Any moment,-as her cunt, she 
would start giving the orders. 

Yet, for a moment, Toni was in control. She paused a few seconds in the 
caresses she was giving her tits and it was like cutting off the current to 
an electric heater. She didn't cool off immediately but for the moment she 
stopped getting hotter. Her cunt seemed to shrink and dry up. She was still 
in control. She could still stop. 

Then she renewed her erotic attack on her breasts. She waded in with fingers 
and thumbs and palms and kneaded her breasts back into a fit of excitement 
and moments later the excitement had flowed over her breasts and spread down 
her belly and into her cunt. 

Another flash of thrills. Another charge of pleasures. Another reinforcement 
of the tremors and excitements. 

And then the die was cast. Her cunt was in control, her cunt was calling the 
tune. Toni felt herself helpless. It was no longer up to Toni to decide. Her 
cunt had a life of its own and it was her cunt now that would order her from 
this moment on to do what she had to do! 

Her cunt was like another woman giving directions. Like another woman making 
the decisions. Like Judy. Once Judy had taken hold of Toni's shackled body 
and bent her to her will. Now she was bent to a will, to the will of her 
cunt, and as the night before, what she would do and what would happen to 
her seemed to lie somewhere outside of herself. 

Her fingers, directed now by her cunt, made smaller and smaller circles in 
her tits, digging deeper, squeezing tighter. She felt her lips open as if by 
their own accord and her tongue came out and licked at them hungrily. 

Her fingers maintained their caress on her breasts and her thighs now 
started moving, pressing against each other and gliding against themselves. 
Her cunt was forcing her thighs into motion and the more her thighs moved 
the hotter her cunt became and the more demanding, too. 

Her cunt was hotter than hot. The pressure of thighs was no longer enough. 
Her cunt called her right hand from her breast and ordered it to take a slow 
walk downhill. 

Her left hand reached out with its fingers to try and take the place of the 
wandering right hand, and as it did so, it forced her two breasts into close 
proximity. Her left wrist pressed into her breast, her fingers covered both 
breasts and both nipples. Her right hand was on its journey south. 

Long cool fingers traced the line down from her cleavage, down the 
depression between her well defined ribs. Below her ribs where her belly 
felt silken. Into her bellybutton where they stirred up a tremendous itch 
that called to her clit. 

Down and beyond into the bristling hairs. Curling around the hairs and 
feeling her skin erupt into goose pimples. Approaching the cunt that had 
become the seat of her thoughts and her sensations. 

Then the order came from her cunt and her hand reached down suddenly and 
automatically grasped the full mound of her pussy in its palm. 

Pressed and held and squeezed and found blessed relief and renewed desire 
and increased needs. Her cunt squeezed back and increased its demands. 

The crack opened of its own accord and her fingers felt themselves drawn 
inside. A long trickle of moistness and thirst where the edge of her hand 
rested for a moment, and then the slit opened and her fingers curled and 
started their stroking up and down the entire length. 

The clitoris sprang into prominence. Her fingers were wet now and moist and 
slid easily up and down the crack, round and round the hardening protrusion, 
in and out among the folds. 

They pressed the clit as they had a few minutes earlier pressed her nipple. 
They rolled the clit around and felt it getting harder, longer and more 
urgent! 

A deeper gash opened and three of her fingers found their way more deeply 
into her cunt. They slipped in and out, curling as they went in and 
straightening as they came out and lingered for a few moments around the 
slimy, slippery opening. 

In and out they went, up to the first knuckle. Then they went in deeper and 
explored as far as the second knuckle. There were new caverns inside, new 
places to explore. 

One hand on her cunt, thumb and forefinger around her clit and three fingers 
going in and out and slithering in the wetness. One hand covering both 
breasts, squeezing and stroking and urging. 

An urgent urge opened up between her buttocks. The fire had spread from her 
raging cunt and engulfed the whole of her crack, back and up. Her ass was 
aflame and needed satisfying too. 

Under urgings that seemed to come from beyond her control, Toni reluctantly 
allowed her left hand to stray from her tits and work its way down. 

Her fingers followed the route taken earlier by her right hand, down over 
her belly and down to the curly triangle. They approached and almost met the 
fingers of her right hand that were plowing her furrow from the front. Then 
they slid around, up the sloping line where her belly shaped off into her 
raised thigh. 

They delineated the line where thigh and belly met, continued around and 
over the hip, continued on and on, around her perfect thigh, over the 
goose-fleshy skin all atingle, around over her ass globes, around the soft 
silky flesh, and into her crack from behind. 

Two fingers probed her ass which opened up as if by magic to receive them. 
Her thumb pressed the soft tissues between cunt and ass, two fingers pressed 
the firmer skin in back of her asshole. The other fingers on her right hand 
got busier and busier and faster and faster. 

Her mouth was open and drooling. Her tongue curled around hungrily seeking 
something firm and solid to hold on to. Her cunt was aflame and giving 
directions and Toni was helplessly and hopelessly following its commands, as 
the evening before she had helplessly and hopelessly followed Judy's 
imperious commands. 

And now, as the night before, she had surrendered herself, struggling and 
willing, to the woman clad in red, so now she surrendered, struggling and 
willing, to the demands of her own cunt. 

Moans escaped from her lips. Her body quivered. Her limbs stiffened. She 
gave out a cry and then another cry. She buried her fingers deep inside her 
cunt and other fingers deep inside her asshole as it by stopping up these 
hungry mouths, she could stop the scream breaking out of her own mouth. 

But the scream came and her body shook in convulsions that were now no 
longer even at the request of her cunt, but following an insatiable and 
unstoppable demand of their own. 

She heaved and thrashed and her mind dissolved into nothingness and her moan 
changed into a scream and the scream into a sob and the sob into words. 

"Fuck me, Judy!" she sobbed, "fuck me, Judy! Eat me, Judy, beat me, kill me, 
do it, do it, do it!" 

Toni remained on her bed, panting. Her eyes closed and she dozed off until 
her body had completely relaxed and completely rested. Then she woke again, 
opened her eyes, looked around, got her bearings and got up. 

In the bathroom she had a hot shower letting the water run in storms and 
rivulets off her weary body. The warm water helped her relax her and have 
her back a feeling of comfort and satisfaction. The aches of the night 
before disappeared. The pains were gone. The urgent needs were almost 
forgotten. She felt a surge of joy and satisfaction. She felt fresh and 
renewed. A renewed woman. A sensual woman, a woman who could enjoy the fact 
of her womanliness in all possible ways. 

A glow of pleasant anticipation came over her. Today there would be new 
adventures, new surprises-but this time adventures of her own devising. 

She'd be calling the tunes today. She'd decide what would happen and how. 
She rubbed herself vigorously on a huge soft towel, feeling the tingle come 
back to her skin, especially to the areas that had become super sensitized 
from the beatings and lashings of the night before, then she dusted herself 
all over with a special musky talc that one of the Village head shops made 
for her, a sensuous, erotic scent that excited her every time she put it on 
and excited her friends every time they sensed it on her. 

She dressed casually but with great care. Sheer nylon panties, black as the 
ace of spades except for a heart shaped medallion in red strategically 
placed to cover her cunt. She eased this over her thighs, holding her hands 
inside and stretching the fabric over her hips, then patting it into place 
over the mound of her twat. 

She wouldn't wear a bra, of course. There'd been enough bra wearing last 
night in Frank's absurd binding leather constrainer. Today she wanted her 
breasts to swing free and her nipples to feel the world unrestrained except 
by the absolutely necessary. 

For the absolutely necessary, she choose a well worn, well washed, tie-dyed 
T-shirt in shades of lavender and orange, that had been designed to leave a 
sunburst of golden flame over each tit. 

The shirt had been right when she first bought it, but repeated washings had 
made it shrink and had made the fabric even thinner. Now she had to tug at 
it to get it over her shoulders and over her well-rounded tits. It was 
slightly ribbed and as it came down over her breasts the ribbing pulled it 
together around and under them, holding her tight around the waist, then 
flaring over her hips. 

Her nipples were clearly visible. Not only her nipples, but the crinkly skin 
around them seemed to leave its imprint on the thin fabric and she thought 
that a careful eye could also detect the slightly raised skin just below her 
bosom where the tight leather bra had grabbed her the night before. 

The fabric of her T-shirt was in fact so thin that it outlined her 
bellybutton and the first of the curly hairs just below it gave their own 
pattern to the fabric at her belly. 

The T-shirt came just low enough over her hips to hide the bottom edge of 
her cunt. An inch longer and it would almost serve as a dress just as it 
was. Toni wondered whether she could carry it off. In the Village, 
certainly, few people would have thought it out of place but she'd be 
heading uptown again shortly and it might be too provocative for the squarer 
crowds on Fifth Avenue and the Upper East Side. 

What to wear with the T-shirt then? Toni had a pair of rawhide jeans, low 
cut hip huggers with lacing to hold it closed across the crotch when 
required and flaring bellbottomed legs, and she thought for a moment they 
would be the ideal match for Frank's outrageous get-up. 

Or perhaps the chocolate-brown hot pants in wet-look crinkly material that 
fitted her buns as if they were made of stretch rubber. They always got 
long, lingering, hungry glances wherever she went,. from men and from women, 
especially when worn with over-the-knee boots. They'd be a perfect foil for 
Judy. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Toni prowled through her wardrobe and decided she'd dress simply, to match 
her T-shirt. After all, with people as wild and careless of other people's 
rights and clothes as Frank and Judy were, it would be foolish to invite 
damage to something really valuable. 

Toni settled on her blue jeans. Or what was left of her blue jeans after she 
had splashed paint and bleach on them, tore them, patched them, frayed 
them-and finally cut off the legs just below the bottom of the zipper, seven 
inches from the waistband at either side, leaving her with microscopic hot 
pants that she'd made even tighter and seemingly smaller by taking in a seam 
here and a seam there and finally stitching elastic in the hems. 

She put on the hot-pants-jeans over her T-shirt-or tried to, since there 
just wasn't room. Never mind. A few snips of the scissors had cunt down the 
T-shirt to wearable length, destroying forever any chance she might be able 
to wear it one day just as it was, as a dress. 

The shirt tucked in at the waist, the pants were tugged on over her thighs, 
she did up the zipper and fastened the belt, and then pulled up at the pants 
to get the crotch seam fast and tight up her crack, fore and aft! 

She finished her casual dressing with a pair of sandals, not ordinary 
sandals, but thonged ones, Grecian style, that were strapped to her legs, up 
her calves, over her knees and half-way up her thighs, with a crisscross of 
leather that accentuated the sexiness of her limbs and seemed to point an 
arrow to where it mattered-her ass at the rear, her cunt at the front! 

A mass of beads picked off the dresser and thrown haphazardly over her neck 
to dangle between her tits, and Toni was ready. 

She took her purse with all the little things she might need during the day, 
opened the door, locked it carefully against the unwanted New York burglars, 
and went downstairs, to the little flat directly below her own. 

She didn't bother to ring or knock. If the door was open, Carl would be in 
and expecting whoever came. If it was locked, he'd be away or busy, it was 
as simple as that. 

The door was not locked. Toni turned the knob, pushed the heavy wooden door 
and heard it creak, saw the sunlight filtering dustily through the open 
transom of a room at the end of the hall, and shut the door behind her. 

The air was heavy with incense, pot, and the excitement of humanity. Low 
moans of acid rock came from a loudspeaker. Toni stepped down the hall, took 
hold of a door handle, turned it and entered. 

Carl was lying there, wide awake and naked, but too involved with himself to 
notice the unexpected intrusion. 

Toni smiled and looked down. 

Carl was lying on his rumpled mattress, his back facing her. Propped up by 
some books near his head was a glossy magazine that showed pictures of a 
voluptuous girl, nude, thighs opened, her cunt purplish-pink and gleaming 
with its own juices. Her fingers were in her cunt and by the look on her 
face, it was obvious she was enjoying the pleasures of masturbation. 

Toni couldn't see Carl's face but she could imagine it by the line of his 
back, by the thrust of his lean buttocks and by the frantic motions of his 
right arm and shoulder. 

"Hi, Carl!" she announced, softly and invitingly. "Can I help you with what 
you're doing or would you rather do it yourself?" 

Carl pulled himself away from what he was doing and jerked around to face 
his visitor. 

His cock was hard and rigid, a magnificent tool, almost eight inches long 
and thick to match. The foreskin had been forced back by the thrust of his 
hard-on and the crown of his cock showed, purplish velvet glistening with 
its natural juices. 

Carl's hand kept pulling it, as if he couldn't let it go, as if he was 
caught up in the automatic movement. 

"Hi!" Carl said after a while, "I hadn't expected you. I went up to your 
apartment an hour ago to join you but the door was locked and you didn't 
answer so I thought like maybe you were fucking with someone who wouldn't 
appreciate my joining in!" 

"I might have been out. What made you think I was fucking?" 

"I could hear you inside, panting heavy like and thrashing around like there 
was half a dozen people, and moaning and all that. I got a hard-on just 
listening to you and your friends. Fact is I did try to join in and even 
rang the bell, just on the off-chance, but you must have been too busy to 
hear me." 

Toni laughed. "You know how many there was of us? Guess. Just one! Just 
little me. Just little me pulling my snatch away because I was horny. Gosh! 
I must have been horny to make you think there was an army of us fucking 
away. You know what happened? You know what I was thinking of?" 

Toni was getting quite excited with the memory that she engaged her earlier 
and brought her to the point where she just had to masturbate. 

"Listen! I have to tell you this. Let me sit down on her bed while I tell 
you what happened last night." And, without waiting for Carl's foregone 
permission, she sat down on Carl's bed with her luscious legs drawn up and 
her crotch staring right at Carl's cock, and told him the story of Frank and 
Judy and the whole of the night before. 

Carl's cock never had a chance to go down. He lay back on his bed, his head 
propped up by a pile of cushions, one leg tucked under and his cock thrust 
up, while he listened spellbound to Toni's account. Every now and then he 
gave a few vigorous pulls on his tool in a sort of absent-minded reflex, and 
every now and then his cock gave an involuntary quiver as he listened to a 
particularly spicy part of Toni's story and watched his visitor's eyes 
brighten up and the saliva collect around the edge of her lips. 

Carl listened to her story with fascination-and looked at her crotch with 
desire. The knees were raised and legs and delicious thighs formed a sort of 
funnel to his gaze that terminated in the absurdly tight pull of the 
cut-down hot-pants-jeans at her crotch. 

He had an insane desire to dive a few feet forward, dive right into that 
flesh-walled tunnel of her legs and force his head up her thighs and up her 
cunt and ram all the way up. As he heard of Toni's humiliation and 
shackling, he wanted to humiliate her too and spank her and tie her up as 
she had let Frank and Judy do to her the night before, and as he heard of 
the way that the lesbian inclined Judy had abused Toni, he wanted to abuse 
her the same way. 

He wanted to beat her, bite her nipples, force his fist up her cunt-and 
finally suck out her twat until the come gushed out of her. 

Toni was coming to the end of her story-"and so I've decided to take them up 
on their offer and go back again today. Only this time, I'll be prepared and 
I'll have you along to help me, and then we can turn the tables on those two 
and get our revenge." 

"I don't know if I want to get my revenge," Carl said in reply. "I get the 
feeling from what you've told me about her, that I'd much rather fuck this 
Judy chick." 

"Of course you would. Believe me she's great. She's a wonderful, fuckable, 
sexy bitch with a red-hot pussy. But why shouldn't you get your revenge on 
her first and help me punish her for what she did to me-and then you can 
fuck her properly and really and truly enjoy every moment of it?" 

Carl thought it over. The idea really did appeal to him. And it appealed to 
his cock most obviously for now it was throbbing and bobbing and pulsating 
in anticipation. He applied his hand to it and, grasping it tightly, rubbed 
it up and down, up and down. 

Toni looked at it with fascination and delight. Half an hour ago she'd have 
given anything to have that cock inside her, striving to make its way to the 
inner recesses of her cunt. 

But she had satisfied her own erotic needs already and now she was dressed 
and eager to go on to her next erotic adventure. She was really too 
indifferent to the idea to want to suggest to Carl that they fuck, but that 
didn't mean she couldn't sympathize with Carl's urgent need. 

"My God, you're slow," she said, "you've been pulling at your cock ever 
since I got here and a long time before then, too, according to your 
story....You'll never come at this rate." 

She reached forward and wrapped her own cool fist around Carl's surging 
cock. She gave a few vigorous pumping strokes to it then, feeling herself 
drawn irresistibly, she moved forward, opened her lips and planted them on 
the tip of Carl's throbbing love pole. 

She moved her cool fist lower down the shaft of the cock, right up against 
the bony pubis, leaving more room on his erect tool for her mouth to grasp. 

Her lips slipped further forwards and her mouth sucked hungrily while her 
fist continued its vigorous movements. 

She felt the growing throbs of his shaft, felt the tensing of his muscles. 
Then Carl's body became rigid, the cock extended itself, and poured wave 
after wave of hot white come into her hungrily waiting and sucking mouth. 

She sucked on and on until his cock was sucked dry, and let the come dribble 
down her throat and out of the comers of her mouth. 

Then when it had all been spurted out and sucked out, she drew her mouth 
away, planted her lips on Carl's, and, in an exchange of tongue and kisses, 
she passed Carl's love-fluid back to him with her love. 

After a lunch of shrimp, brown rice and vague oriental sauces at a 
macrobiotic restaurant in the East Village, Toni and Carl took a subway 
uptown, drawing gazes from the not yet too jaded New Yorkers who were jammed 
into the swaying, sweltering train. 

Toni, of course, was an erotic sight all of her own. Her attractive face 
with its sensuous lips framed by her lustrous hair, her generously 
proportioned body with its magnificent tits bulging through the thin fabric 
of her T-shirt, her rounded ass pushing against the tiny wisp of her 
truncated hot-pants and her legs and thighs emphasized to perfection by the 
long thonged sandals that wound their way up to within inches of her 
cunt-that was enough to turn on anyone, man or woman, straight or not. 

Carl was another matter. Tall, long haired and bearded, he stood a full 
six-foot-two and had a physique to match. He wore a large gold earring in 
his left ear, an embroidered headband over his brow, a red bandana tied 
around his neck, an open necked shift of black and silver topped by a white 
suede vest with fringes, and red velvet bellbottomed pants over cowboy 
boots. 

Over his shoulder, he had slung a large carry-all, a purse it would have 
been called had he been thought of as the least bit effeminate, for it was 
made of the same material as he vest, white suede with suede fringes. 

But for a man of Carl's masculine physique and looks and bearing, it could 
be considered only as an equipment bag-in the way that photographers, for 
instance, can always carry a shoulder. satchel without thereby necessarily 
being thought of as queer. 

And an equipment bag it was, indeed! 

Essential equipment-not the most essential perhaps, but Carl's special 
equipment was his cock and his balls and he certainly wouldn't take to 
wearing those slung over his shoulder-but accessories one might say, to his 
own personal equipment, all sorts of toys and games and attachments that 
would make an interesting and delectable game of the art of fucking in all 
its variations. 

And so the two of them rode uptown, holding hands, caressing each other when 
the passion took them, soul-kissing as the train hurtled through the dark 
tunnels, sticking their thighs into each other's crotches to preserve the 
contact. 

Toni could tell that Carl was responding-the thrust of his cock inside his 
red pants could hardly have been mistaken. She was also aware that others 
were being aroused by the scene, some to anger, some to envy and many to 
undisguised lust-as undisguised as it was possible to be on a hot subway in 
summer with the sweat coursing down everyone's face and spittle drooling out 
of many people's mouths. 

Unmistakable, certainly was the bulging flies in many embarrassed male 
crotches and even the hat or newspaper hastily placed over this man's lap or 
that one's, only helped to emphasize what was happening to anyone with a 
sharp eye for such detail. 

The subway crowd was pressing heavily in the standing section between the 
doors. Men and women pressed thickly around Toni and Carl and Toni could 
feel the hot excited breaths down her neck. 

She enjoyed the attention she-was getting, the rumps thrust deliberately 
against hers, the breasts jammed into her shoulders or those of her 
companion. 

One man, especially, intrigued Toni. He was a businessman in a business 
suit, going uptown apparently, after a luncheon appointment and preferring 
the crush of the subway to the interminable traffic jam on the city's 
highways. 

She felt his cock pushing hard into her left thigh, the thigh that itself 
was pressing up against Carl's hard-on, and the knowledge that this chance 
touch was so exciting the man, thrilled Toni. 

At one point, when the train swerved around a sharp bend and the lights were 
temporarily dimmed in the train's passage over an unelectrified switch rail, 
she disengaged her hand from Carl's waist and sent it down and back, 
seemingly to adjust her tight fitting hot pants, but in so doing she lad a 
hold of the businessman's cock through the fabric of his suit and gave it a 
few rapid strokes, then she opened her hand and grabbed the full fleshiness 
of his balls. Before the man had a chance to recover from the shock the 
lights were full on again, the train was rattling down a straight section 
and Toni's hand was unconcernedly back stroking Carl's waist. 

Another time, she did the same thing to a couple of lovers who, in her 
estimation, were hurrying uptown after a cozy luncheon to consummate what 
they had started in the public glare of a restaurant. 

It was for the woman she reached this time in the semi-darkness, putting her 
right hand back under the woman's thin summer-weight mini-dress and feeling 
the solid hair covered mound under her nylon panties. 

The woman seemed to enjoy it and when the lights were on again, she looked 
up at her companion with a smile of pleasure and gratitude, as if it was he 
that had provided her with this pleasurable interlude. To make sure that the 
beauty knew that it was Tony, to be sure the woman wasn't deceived a second 
time, Toni repeated the gesture at the next opportunity, letting her hand 
rest there much longer with the index finger pushing against the nylon 
panties right into her, by now, juiced-up cunt, and taking it away only 
after the lights were already on. Taking it away, moreover, with such slow 
deliberation that the purpose and the perpetrator could not fail to be 
obvious to the recipient. 

The woman, surprised, blushed ferociously, grabbed her escort's arm and 
headed directly for the exit, getting off at the next stop. 

Toni repeated her gesture with the next person who occupied the appropriate 
spot, a tall black man in an afro and large gold-rimmed glasses. 

The black man submitted passively to Toni's manipulation and when she 
readied to take away her hand, his fingers grabbed her by the wrist and 
forced her to maintain the pressure for a while longer on his cock. 

Finally, the stranger relinquished his grip on Toni's wrist and Toni, 
surprised herself for once, drew it away. But not before the man had 
whispered to her over the noise of the train: "You can keep on doing this as 
long as you wish, honey, but it's not gonna git you nowhere. I'm as queer as 
a three-dollar bill and you're never going to change it." 

And then, as if to prove that what's sauce to the goose is sauce, too, to 
the gander, he insinuated his hand between Toni and Carl and proceeded to 
grope-not the vanquished Toni but the surprised and rampant Carl. 

Toni and Carl got off at Sixty-eighth Street and walked back downtown and 
then cross-town to near the East River, heading straight for the penthouse 
apartment where they knew Frank and Judy were hopefully awaiting them. 

They were, indeed. 

Frank was dressed for action: short bikini briefs made of leopard spotted 
fur. 

Judy was dressed more elaborately in a see-through blouse of black silk that 
showed and emphasized the thrust of her breasts more than it hid it. 

The blouse was knotted just over her bared bellybutton and on her hips she 
wore a red leather miniskirt that reminded Toni of the red crinkle-vinyl 
skirt she had worn the night before. 

Again she wore boots, boots of soft shiny black leather that, like on the 
night before, buckled well over her knees. 

The introductions were brief, punctuated by Judy's elaborate kissing that 
explored first Carl's masculine mouth, probing her femininity with a deeply 
curling tongue. Frank's tongue and his hand on Toni's breasts, was something 
of an anti-climax after that. 

"I'm so glad you both came," Judy purred after a decent pause. "Especially 
you, Toni. I thought you might have been, you know, a bit mad at us after 
what we did last night. I mean, tricking you and all that." 

Toni smiled to suggest that all was forgiven. 

"And I'm so glad that you brought your friend, and such a handsome one, too, 
I'm sure you and I are going to become very good friends," she said coyly 
for Carl's benefit. 

When Frank had brought in drinks and all had partaken, Carl suddenly took on 
a very serious air. 

"I don't really know either of you," he said. "All I know is a bit of what 
Toni told me before we came, while we were riding up on the subway." 

Judy cast an apprehensive glance at Toni, asking with her eyes how much her 
victim-companion of the night before had told this newly intended victim. 

Toni smiled back with an air of reassurance as if to say that their little 
secret was safe with her-for the moment, anyway. 

"After all, I don't know who you are or what you're after," Carl continued. 
"You might be sex maniacs or you might be cops. You know how we usually 
check on each other, don't you?" 

Frank gave a quick laugh that seemed to contain the seed of nervousness. 

"Taking off our clothes, you mean? It seems rather unnecessary." He 
indicated with a sweep of his hand his own near nakedness and the 
transparent cover-up effected by his companion. 

"For all you know, we might be cops, too," Carl suggested. 

"But it's so unnecessary." 

"Not for me." 

Frank rose, slipped off his fur briefs and stood naked before them, his cock 
hanging limply between his thighs like a question mark. 

"And you-" Carl hinted at Judy. 

Judy stood up and slowly, sensuously, unbuttoned her blouse. Her tits were 
as fine and as perfect as Toni's praises had suggested to Carl, but he was 
disappointed in a way because naked and exposed to full gaze they were 
somehow less alluring to him than when they had been covered. 

"My skirt, too?" Judy asked. 

"But of course." 

Judy raised it up to show she was wearing nothing underneath. Her cunt hair 
was matted but as she stood there with her skirt raised and Carl staring at 
it intensely, the lips of her cunt seemed to blush with self-embarrassment 
and slowly the lips parted moistly as if intent on asking a question. 

"Enough?" Judy asked. 

"No, take it off." 

Judy did so, petulantly. She turned around a couple of times first with her 
skirt raised, showing her cunt and the globes of her ass, then she tugged at 
the buckle that held her leather skirt together and the tiny slip of a skirt 
opened up and fell away. 

She tossed it over her shoulder ' like a stripper at a show. Then she sat 
down, bare from the thighs up, on a heavily padded black leather sofa. 

"You forgot your boots," Carl reminded her. "They cover a lot of territory, 
you know. I want to see you all, all of you that is!" 

"You'll have to help me off with them," Judy suggested, offering a promise 
with a lick of her tongue over her moist lips. 

"Sure," Carl replied. 

"No, not so easy. First you have to take off your clothes, too, including 
your boots. After all, what's sauce for this goose, is sauce for your 
gander, too." 

Carl looked as if he had been waiting for this invitation. He undid his 
leather vest and threw it over the back of a chair. Then he took off his 
black and gold striped shirt and placed it over his suede vest. 

He stood poised for a moment with his massive chest bared, and toyed with 
the temptation to pirouette as Judy had done. Instead he inserted his thumbs 
under his waistband and stood there for a while, his hips thrust forward 
suggestively. 

He gave a quick tug of his belt, undid it, undid his zipper and let the 
pants fall to his ankles. 

He bent down, unstrapped his cowboy boots, took them off one after the 
other, then stepped' out of his red velvet pants. He remained dressed in 
only his undershorts and bandana. The shorts came off and he stood there, 
naked, tall and proud. His cock, feeling the caress of fresh air, quivered 
and stiffened slightly. 

Carl smiled, as if in response to the hardly suppressed gasps of admiration 
from his audience. 

"And that thing around your neck," Judy said, a smile of tit-for-tat in her 
voice. 

Carl, obedient, took it off and placed it as a marker atop his clothes. 

"And now for you, dear," Judy purred, turning toward Toni. "And don't bother 
taking off your sandals for me. I like what they do for your thighs." 

Toni needed little invitation. 

She stripped off her thin T-shirt and threw it on Carl's pile, then pulled 
off her hot pants. Her tits stood out proudly but she held on to her panties 
for a moment, allowing her audience to gaze at the red heart that neatly 
covered her pubis. 

"You'll want these off, too, won't you?" she asked, demurely. 

Without waiting for a reply, she slowly and sensuously rolled her panties 
down off her crotch, down her thong-covered thighs, over her knees, off her 
ankles, and stepped out of them. The panties went to complete Carl's pile. 

There was a minute of silence. Frank was sitting down uncomfortably at the 
edge of his chair; Judy was sitting on the leather-covered sofa, nude except 
for her black boots, waiting. 

Carl stood secure and proud in the altogether, his cock which had hardened 
was now soft and limp again but it was still a good four or five inches long 
in the retracted stage, a sure sign of things to come. Toni was standing 
straight and unselfconscious in her thonged sandals, swaying slightly from 
the lips and surveying her hosts with a smile of delight. 

It was Judy who broke the silence. 

"Well, lover boy," she said to Carl. "You seem to forget what you intended 
to do." 

Carl took the hint, and approached the sitting girl who now extended one 
booted leg for his attention. 

"Say pretty please," she cooed. 

Carl kneeled down between her legs and laid his hand on the extended boot. 
He admired the leg, so well shaped, so well shod. 

The leather was stretched over calf and lower thigh and it sagged in soft 
folds over the flexed knee. He allowed his hands to stray over the boot for 
a minute or two, feeling its softness and smoothness and sensing the surge 
of pulsating flesh underneath. Judy kicked her heel, as if with impatience, 
and the thrust transferred itself through Carl's expectant body, sending a 
thrill that stirred him to the roots of his cock. 

"Make love to me, if you wish," Judy said, sarcastically, "Not to my boot!" 

Carl needed little urging! 

His hands coursed once more over the boot, upwards, faster, over the knee, 
over the top of the boot, then to the exciting line where boot and thigh 
met. 

He stroked the bare flesh sensuously and, taking the route by the soft 
inside of Judy's thigh, he worked his way, more slowly, now, inch by inch, 
to the very apex of her thigh, 'til he reached the crux of her crotch. 

His hand cupped her pubis, his fingers found the wet gash and opened it. Two 
fingers went in and played about inside, then suddenly and cruelly he drew 
away his hand from her pulsating and hungry snatch and busied himself at the 
buckle that held her black boot to her milky white thigh. 

He undid the buckle, found the zipper, then slowly peeled it back down the 
back of her thigh, the back of her knee, the back of her leg, letting his 
fingers trail over the flesh it exposed. 

The boot opened up into twin wings that hung loosely in soft folds of black. 

When he'd opened up the zipper to its fullest extent, he grasped both flaps 
of the boot in two loving hands and gently removed the boot, peeling it off 
like a banana, taking it right off her foot. 

He grasped the foot in his hand and stroked it as if he felt pity for the 
flesh that had been so tightly imprisoned for so long. From the toes he 
stroked upward again, up the calf, up over the knee, along the thigh, and 
played once more at the front of her sex, fingers dipping once more in the 
swishy cunt juices. 

As before, he pulled his hand away from Judy's cunt with a brutal suddenness 
to busy himself taking off the other boot. He lingered over this task again, 
taking his time and thrilling to the touch of the booted leg, then 
reluctantly almost, he peeled it off and felt his way along the whole leg, 
ending up, once again, at the crotch, which he fingered thoroughly, first 
with two digits inside the dripping cunt, then with three, and then with 
four. 

Frank seemed to have become uncomfortable. 

"Well," he said, a question rather than a statement. "Was that all you 
wanted? Now are you looking at Judy's cunt for some sort of hidden weapon? 
You should know better than that. All our weapons are on display, like 
this-" And for emphasis he held up his cock. 

Carl pretended a laugh. 

"Yes, of course, I'm being selfish. I guess we could all go on with what we 
intended to do. But I must say, I don't see anyone getting ready to make 
that so-called movie. Where's the lights and the camera?" 

Frank muttered something that sounded like a half-hearted apology about lack 
of time and other opportunities. 

"Well, if that's the case, we can go about having fun in the meantime," Carl 
suggested. "I've brought along some items of costume you might enjoy." 

He picked up his suede shoulder bag and groped inside. The first thing that 
came to hand was a pair of shiny tights made of heavy, stretchy black 
rubber. 

"These will fit you, Frank," he said, offering them to his surprised host. 
Frank fingered them as if not quite sure what they were intended for. 

"You put them on," Carl said, "on your legs and over your ass. Keep your 
cock and balls in place." 

Frank laughed to show he knew a good joke when he heard one-and this wasn't 
one of those. But he stepped into the tights as directed. 

They were a tight fit and quite restrictive but Frank was surprised how 
comfortable they felt as he was putting them on and how even more 
comfortable it was to be wearing them. 

They gripped his legs and thighs tightly and dug hard into his crotch, 
constricting the blood and forcing it into his cock which hardened visibly 
against the taut glossy black. 

In the back it gripped him with equal tightness, rounding his buttocks and 
emphasizing the deep cleft between them. 

"Funny," Frank said, "they're sort of uncomfortable and yet very, very 
pleasant." 

"Try walking in them," Carl suggested. "That will give you an extra 
dimension." 

Frank did as Carl had suggested. He walked around the room, tentatively at 
first, feeling the strange transmission of sensation from one section of his 
body to another, feeling the sensation flow and undulate as he walked and 
muscles alternately flexed and relaxed. 

He heard the sound, too, a pleasant swish-swish and a scraping of the soft 
rubber against itself as his thighs moved over each other, he walked 
backwards and forwards with growing reassurance, like a man trying on shoes 
in a store, and when he had satisfied himself he sat down though with some 
reluctance, and felt himself drawing his knees against each other and his 
thighs one along the other. 

"And I have something for you," Carl said, holding up a similar-looking pair 
of tights in black for Judy. They were similar but made of an even heavier 
gauge so that they were tighter and less giving, and Carl helped Judy get 
into them with obvious relish on both sides. 

When Carl had helped fit the black rubber tights closely over Judy's ass and 
into her crotch, Judy said suddenly, "Ow!" She paused and went on, "that's 
funny, it sort of stings but it's nice!" 

"Ah, yes," Carl said knowingly, "that's a special fitting, for women only. 
It feels good, doesn't it?" 

Judy had to admit it did. She walked up and down, as Frank had done before 
her, and the main difference was that as she walked and swung her ass, her 
tits bounced and jounced with obvious joy. 

She enjoyed her walk and she enjoyed the sharp stabs of pain she felt in her 
cunt, jabs she couldn't explain any more than she could explain why the 
sharp pain should be so pleasurable. 

Carl knew, of course, he knew of the strip of rubber that fitted inside the 
pants in the strategic place where it would push into a woman's cunt and 
force it open. He knew too that inside the special wedge of rubber there 
were deeply imbedded a row of carpet tacks set in deeply with only their 
razor-sharp points projecting for a tiny fraction of an inch. 

He knew that as Judy sat and even more as she walked and also anytime her 
cunt twitched, those microscopic pin points would press into the delicate 
membranes at the mouth of her twat and send shivers of delightful pain right 
through her body. 

Frank saw what the black tights were doing to his companion and mistress. He 
knew what his own were doing to him and by observing Judy, he realized that 
there was some extra magic provided for her by Carl and he became both 
envious and jealous. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Hey," Frank said, "what are you giving her that's so special? What about 
me?" 

"I have the very thing!" Carl said. He probed in his equipment bag and came 
up with a rubber shirt made of the same heavy fabric of which Judy's tights 
were made. 

"Put your hands together behind your back, like this," he ordered. Frank 
complied and in a minute Carl had passed a heavy rubber strap over the m 
holding them together loosely but securely behind Frank's back. 

"-and the shirt goes over that," he said, slipping the shirt over Frank's 
surprised and unsuspecting head. The shirt had no sleeves, but seemed to 
have allowed provision for the hands and arms behind Frank's back. It fitted 
right over his shoulders, right over his trapped arms and came down to well 
over his ass. Carl smoothed the tight rubber over the top of his ass and 
down the front of his belly, feeling with approval the hard bump made by the 
firmly constrained prick. 

Then he smoothed the rubber firmly under the crotch from both sides, front 
and back, and hastened a heavy industrial fastener so that the rubber vest 
was closed over the crotch like a combination suit-and effectively 
imprisoned Frank's arms and hands in such a way that he couldn't possibly 
release them himself. Frank was thus imprisoned as though in a 
straightjacket. 

"What-what-" Frank sputtered, with a mixture of anger, surprise and fear. He 
tried to release his arms, to no avail, but in his struggle he over-balanced 
and fell to the rug. For a moment he lay there, stunned, then started 
kicking his legs. 

"Oh dear!" Carl said. "How unfortunate. But I can't let you hurt yourself." 
He reached into his bag for a large leather strap which he quickly and 
deftly placed around Frank's ankles. Frank lay there helpless-except for his 
voice that he now used to good purpose to urge his girl, Judy to help him 
and to overpower the intruder-visitor and come to his aid. 

Judy seemed otherwise preoccupied and Carl had an easy answer to Frank's 
vocal problem. He seized a rubber ball, placed it between Frank's teeth and 
slipped a rubber band over his neck and jaws to hold the ball securely in 
place. 

Now Frank was completely bound, fettered and gagged-but his eyes and his 
ears could follow the action. 

Something was happening to Judy. She seemed to be crazy with desire. She had 
both hands in her rubber-covered crotch and she was scraping and pulling 
away at the space in there as if in a frenzy. 

The more she pulled and the more she scraped, the more she scratched her 
tender tissues with the cruel pin points, and the more she scratched herself 
there, the greater were her desires and the more she itched for relief. 

She could, of course, very simply have taken off the pants since her hands 
were free and taking them off would have been a very simple act. 

But Carl had correctly assessed human nature and he knew that though she 
itched her desire was more to have it continue than to take off the source 
of her pleasurable torment. 

"It itches," Carl said, a statement that held a question and an affirmation 
at the same time. "But nice, right?" 

Judy, in her torment of desire, could only nod. 

"It won't help you to just scratch away there," Carl told her, "all it will 
do is make you even hotter for sex. You'll never be able to come that 
way-and you'll never want to stop." 

Judy was poking away at her rubber-covered twat in a frenzy of passion. 
Perspiration was dropping off her face and smearing her make-up. Her tits 
were jouncing and the nipples were hard and engorged. 

"Would you like me to put a bra on your breasts, just like those tights?" 
Carl asked. 

Judy recoiled in horror. "Oh, no please don't! It's crazy. Please stop it. 
Please let me come somehow. Don't make it worse. Don't!" 

She panted heavily and tried to find release from her painful pleasure. 

"Not on my nipples-" 

She let the sentence trail off in a plea. A plea for something. A plea that 
might have been a request for Carl to stop, to not add any more to the 
limitless strain on her nerve endings. And it might have been a plea for 
more of the same. 

Carl readied a bra of glossy black fabric. Heavy, but not as heavy as the 
fabric of which her tights were made. 

He caught Judy's heavy tits in the glossy cups of the bra, lifted them, then 
pulled the bra tight in the back. It didn't need shoulder straps to stay in 
place on the well-endowed figure of the young Judy. 

Carl did nothing more. The small circle of tiny pin-pricks that surrounded 
each nipple was doing its own work. 

Carl sat down on a large leather chair on which a white fur throw had been 
placed. He leaned back and surveyed his two victims. 

The scene was giving Carl pleasure. 

Toni surveyed Carl. She saw his pleasure-all nine inches of it sticking up 
ramrod straight. It gave her pleasure-and desire. 

Toni looked from Carl's rigid cock to the writhing figure of Frank, bound in 
black rubber, unable to get free. And from the writhing Frank, her gaze 
wandered to Judy, her white skin contrasting lusciously with the heavy black 
gloss of her rubber tights and rubber bra. 

Judy was in agony-and enjoying her agony in her own way. She seemed to be 
possessed of half-a-dozen hands. Some of the hands were groping frantically 
at her cunt, trying to relieve the unbearable itch-and simply adding fuel to 
the flame of her lust. 

Other hands were tearing at her breasts, causing irritation of the soft 
flesh, comforting the rigid nipples that seemed embedded with a thousand 
painful thorns. 

"No, baby," Carl said mockingly. "None of us here's going to do anything for 
you. And your trussed-up lover boy over there certainly isn't in any sort of 
a position to do anything for you, either. The question isn't what we'll do 
for you, but what you'll do for us!" 

"Anything!" The words came out like a plea, a request, begging. 

"Anything?" 

"Yes, anything." 

"That's too general. I want to know something specific you'd do." 

"I'll go down on you and blow you." 

Carl laughed. 

"Don't laugh. I give very good blow jobs. I'm an expert. I'm unusually good. 
Just ask Frank, he'll tell you how good." 

"You ask Frank!" 

Judy saw the irony of it with her lover companion gagged and trussed. Her 
own helplessness suddenly came home to her and she burst into sobs that 
seemed to start deep in her belly. 

She sobbed like a woebegone child and all the cruel beauty and femininity 
that had once been hers', dissolved now in her abject misery. She was indeed 
a sorry sight to behold. 

"You'd hardly think that a blow job from you in the state you're in now is 
going to give me much pleasure," Carl said. 

Judy sobbed more deeply. 

"Think of something else you could do for me!" 

"I could, I could, I know something. I haven't done it often, only for 
Frank, and then on only special occasions." 

Carl rejected her offer out of hand, without even bothering to listen. "If 
you haven't done it much, then obviously you're not much good at it. Suggest 
something else." 

"Around the world. That's what I was going to suggest. I told you I'm a very 
good cock-sucker. I'll suck your balls, too, And then I'll, you know, I'll 
suck, I mean, I'll lick, you know, your ass." 

"My asshole you mean. Use the right word in my presence and don't try to run 
away from the meaning with your other words." 

"I'll lick around your asshole!" 

"That's a start, but you're going to do more than just lick around it. 
You're going to suck right inside it. You're going to stick your tongue into 
my asshole and shove it right in and lap up whatever comes out." 

"Yes," Judy said with abject resignation. "And you're going to enjoy it." 

"Please, yes." Her face lit up in expectation. She was going to be allowed 
to do something and, by having someone submit, she would in effect have 
something done to her. Something, anything, if only to have a stinky asshole 
wrapped around her tongue. 

Carl sensed the trip she was on. He could see she was beginning to work up 
some enthusiasm. That meant she was going to manipulate her will into 
enjoying the situation that was supposed to cause her only shame and 
humiliation. 

"No, that won't do. You'll enjoy it too much. Something else." 

"Piss on me." 

"Phooey." 

"Shit on me!" 

"And stink up the whole apartment? Not me. I want to do something I'll 
enjoy. I can get to shit on any shitbowl if I want to. I don't need your 
body to substitute for the white porcelain of the john." 

"What do you want?" 

"I'm planning on shoving my cock in your mouth at the right opportunity. I 
want to check on the reputation you say you've established with Frank as a 
high class cock suckeress!" 

He saw Judy's face light up with anticipation and he was quick to dash her 
hopes. 

"Not so simple. I'm not going to let you blow me yet. You'll have to do 
something else before I let you enjoy yourself. I want to see you suffer, 
First." 

"But I am suffering." 

"Good, then suffer some more." 

Carl pointedly had Toni get off his lap. She got off reluctantly and he 
stood up, his cock projecting, wet and glossy, hard and angry. 

"Come," he said to Toni, putting his arm around her bare shoulder and 
playfully squeezing her breast with his fingers. "Let's leave that silly 
wench alone for a while to enjoy her itches. We'll have our fun with her boy 
friend meanwhile." 

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the dejected figure of the abject 
Judy, as she curled up sadly into a fetal position digging frantically at 
her fiery cunt and her itchy nipples. 

He turned his back on her and approached the squirming black clad figure of 
the trussed up male victim. 

"What'll we do with him?" Carl asked Toni, indicating the man with a kick 
into his rubber covered ass and evincing more squirming. 

"We could whip him," Toni suggested, remembering her own abuse at the 
monster's hands less than twenty-four hours earlier. 

"No, he'd enjoy that, the perverted so-and-so. We couldn't get through the 
rubber hard enough to make him really hurt, and I'm damned if I'll let him 
get out of that suit so easily." 

"We could twist his arm." 

"And tear the suits? You're crazy. Those suits cost me an arm and a leg." 

"I could stamp on his equipment." 

"That sounds better." 

"Like this?" Toni said and rammed her pretty foot hard on the region of his 
crotch. Frank tried to draw up his legs to protect his vulnerability, but 
his reflexes were slowed in the tight constraint of his rubber suit and 
shirt and before he could do anything the foot had landed heavily on his 
balls. 

He would have screamed-but the rubber ball between his teeth stopped that. 
His face however, reflected his fear and terror-and then his relief after 
the blow had landed, relief that it hadn't been worse. 

"Those sandals are too light," Carl said, his voice registering 
disappointment. 

"I could put on Judy's boots. I know they'd fit me, because she made me wear 
her other pair last night at one point." 

Again the look of terror passed over Frank's face and his body trembled. 

"That'll keep. I like you in those sandals. Keep the boots for later." 

"I could scrunch him with my hands." 

"Perfect. You know what, you could squat on his face. It won't be any fun 
for him if he can't eat you. And then you can lean forward and wrench his 
balls." 

As if on cue, Frank's face registered once again the flash of terror and 
agony. He was lying on his beak, his arms pinioned behind him, fastened by 
the rubber strap and locked doubly-firm by the sleeveless rubber shirt that 
encased him from neck to crotch. 

Carl unceremoniously tugged at his legs and straightened them, then he sat 
on his feet to keep them down. 

Toni took up her position astride Frank. She stood for a moment, her feet 
apart, towering directly over Frank's upturned face and allowing him to gaze 
up in hunger and in fear at her yawning gash, dripping with its juices, 
directly over his upturned nose. 

She bent her knees and slowly, tantalizingly, erotically, she lowered her 
ass, inch by inch, bringing her open cunt closer and closer to her victim's 
helpless gaze. 

When she had lowered her ass as far as she comfortably could, she changed 
her position and kneeled astride him, facing toward his feet, with her 
delectable cunt only six inches above his helpless gaze. 

Then suddenly, whack! She brought her ass down heavily and quickly on his 
face, squashing him with her weight and knocking what was left of his breath 
right out of him. 

She gave him no time to recover but brought her thighs closer together 
around his face, effectively strangling him. Then she pivoted on her ass and 
bend forward. 

Her hands found his cock, outlined straight and rigid under the heavy rubber 
binding. It was pointing obliquely at a point about two inches to the right 
of his bellybutton. 

She grabbed it near the point and pressed as hard as she could with a finger 
and thumb. The rubber served as a protective casing and absorbed the full 
pressure of her fingers in part, but part of the squeezing effect came 
through. She squeezed harder, yet and felt his legs tremble. She squeezed as 
hard as she could and traveled her hand down the length of his hard cock, 
inch by inch, squeezing and pinching. 

Then she reached the base of his cock. She could feel where it ended through 
the double thickness of stretched rubber. She dug in with her fingers and 
was rewarded by frantic squirming. 

She shifted her ass to come down more heavily on his face and scrunched up 
her thighs to better imprison him and keep him immobile. 

Her fingers dug hard into the base of his cock and then her other hand came 
down on his balls. 

She squeezed her hands. She could feel the balls rubbing over each other. 
She squeezed harder. The balls under the heavy rubber seemed to have fused 
into one. She took the fused ball and tightened it further. She put her left 
hand over her right hand, so as to compress it even more. And when she had 
squeezed as much as she could, she started twisting, from the wrist. 

It wasn't easy! 

A layer of perspiration had gathered between the man's cock and his 
enveloping suit of rubber. The rubber seemed to slip over his balls. She 
redoubled her efforts to maintain a firm grip on the balls despite the 
slipperiness of the rubber. She was succeeding. 

She twisted and turned and continued twisting. She felt his body underneath 
her, and his head between her naked thighs, attempting to squirm in the 
agony of his pain. 

She twisted more and then suddenly the man's body stopped twitching. The 
muscles relaxed. He had fainted into blessed oblivion. 

"No use kicking a dead horse." 

It was Carl who broke the silence. He did, nevertheless, do just that, 
giving the rubber clad figure of the unconscious man a shove with his foot 
that sent his body over and onto its side, his face turned toward the wall. 

"Let's see what our live body is doing," Carl continued. 

The live body was that of Judy-and she was very much alive! 

She looked as if she had been galvanized into a frenzy. Not enough that her 
cunt and her nipples were aflame from the itching pinprick set inside the 
rubber garments, not enough that her attempts to relieve her itching served 
to spread the blazing fires from their original focus to all parts of her 
body. 

No, not enough. Her unbearable tension and excitement had been further 
aroused by the brutal victimization that her lover companion had been forced 
to submit to at the hands and body of the naked girl who had entered her 
home as her guest and visitor-and intended victim! 

Now it was Judy who was the victim and Toni who was doing the victimizing, a 
complete reversal of the situation as it had obtained the night before. 

And in the double switch, Judy felt herself changing places with her 
victim-victimizer. In her hallucinatory frenzy she saw herself as taking the 
place of her naked guest on the rubber clad body of her lover. 

It was she, Judy, who was wrenching at Frank's testicles with such utter 
ferocity-and personal delight. 

It was then that Judy was experiencing the thrill of causing the most 
intense pain imaginable to a man's most treasured and most vulnerable 
possession. 

Toni's excitement had become her own and, adding them to her own thrills and 
pains under the fiery pinpricks, it had tormented her beyond endurance. 

And, in addition, Judy's senses were thrown in a new turmoil. She was also 
Frank. Her lover, herself. Under the naked woman tormentor. Under the naked 
woman who seemed to have taken her place. She was that man trussed up in his 
stretch rubber, having his face squashed by the cunt and the ass of the 
delectable young girl. 

Hers was the prick straining against its rubber confinement. Hers were the 
balls being squashed and twisted, squashed and twisted. She was Frank being 
violated by the beautiful young woman with the slender body and the full 
tits. It was her face and her head that were being squashed between those 
juicy thighs, her shoulders against which the golden legs in their thonged 
Greek sandals were pressing. 

The pinpricks against Judy's cunt became the torments against her imaginary 
balls. The darts pressing against her tender tissues became the agony as 
nerve fibers were being twisted in her imaginary testicles sending agony of 
pain through her groin and shooting along her spine to her brain. She was 
this man as she was the woman on top of him and as she was the woman 
observer of it all suffering the joys of sexual thrills and agonies. She 
knew she was hallucinating, she knew she really wasn't all these other 
people, she knew she could by cold reason reassure herself as to her 
identity and escape the terrors that she was suffering vicariously as 
Frank-but she knew that she didn't wish to stop suffering his pains any more 
than she wished to stop the excruciating itch of the pinpricks at cunt and 
nipples. 

She could step out of her role as Frank and step out of her assumed role as 
Toni and revert to being herself, just as easily as she could simply divest 
herself of the garments that Carl had made her dress in. 

She knew-but very consciously and deliberately she refused to step out of 
her role or out of her garments. She was in torment and she wished to remain 
in torment. 

"She acts like a crazed filly." 

The words, spoken by Toni, pulled Judy out of her reveries. 

"Think of something for her to do," Carl replied to his companion. "Can't 
let her simply haze around in her own personal pleasures. She ought to be 
broken. Any filly her age who's never been broken in isn't worth much to 
anyone!" 

"Is she ready to be ridden?" Toni inquired, her eyes sparkling. 

"Probably, but you'll have to be equipped for that." Carl fumbled in his 
ample equipment bag and came up with an ivory-topped riding crop that had a 
doubled length of leather strap attached to one end so that it might serve 
also as a handy flail. 

"You might like to wear boots for this," Carl suggested. 

"No, not yet. I think I'll stay in my sandals. They're breezier. Do you have 
any spurs I can wear on my ankles, perhaps?" 

"Yes, just one thing." Carl groped in his bag again and came up with a pair 
of iron bracelets fitted with wicked-looking spikes, each two inches long. 
He kneeled down at Toni's feet and prepared to place the bracelets around 
her ankles. 

Toni raised her left foot and held it ready for her friend. It was a 
delectable foot, one that Carl had seen and fondled a thousand times but 
each time it gave him a new thrill. He caressed it gently with both hands 
and slowly let his fingers trace their way over the foot, up the ankle, over 
her shin and calves. He felt the slight bulging of the flesh and the 
smoothness of the skin contrasting with the tighter and harsher texture of 
the leather thongs that crisscrossed it. His desires were aroused and he 
placed his lips gently against the flesh his fingers had caressed and slowly 
and sensuously worked his way up her leg, letting his tongue lap skin and 
leather, savoring the taste and the differing textures with both tongue and 
lips. 

Carl's mouth reached the knee and continued up. His tongue discovered the 
new softer softness of the thighs and took the inside route where the skin 
was softest and smoothest. 

He passed up beyond the leather lacing and continued to where the skin was 
unconstrained, getting closer and closer to Toni's delectable cunt. The 
smell of her sexual passions was overwhelming and it took a tremendous 
effort on Carl's part to control himself and not plunge headlong with his 
tongue and his lips into the heady excitement offered by her oozing pussy. 

With supreme effort, he pulled himself away and felt his own torture, the 
tantalizing self-denial, of being so close to his desires and wants and yet 
having to pull himself away in order to get on with his more important and 
more pressing task. 

He sat back on his haunches and applied the iron bracelet around his girl 
friend's neat ankle. He kissed the ankle and kissed the bracelet, letting 
the points of the spikes prick his lips, savoring the salty taste of his own 
blood that he was sacrificing against her spike. 

Toni put down the foot and raised the other foot. 

Carl touched that one, too. He lingered over this foot even longer, kissing 
it all the way from the toes to the ankle and from the ankle to the knee and 
from the knee up the thigh. 

This time he went further than before, letting his beard graze the inside of 
her thigh and letting his tongue lap for one brief moment, tantalizing to 
them both, against the moist oozings of her gaping cunt. 

Once again he pulled himself away with a supreme effort and proceeded to 
fasten the other bracelet around the ankle. Again he kissed it and this time 
he pressed his whole face against the projecting spikes. 

Toni saw what Carl desired. She bent down, presenting her buttocks to the 
gaze of the fascinated Judy, and, grasping Carl's hairy head with both 
hands, she forced it down to within inches of the floor. 

Then she slowly brought her ankles together, squeezing Carl gently between 
the points of her spikes until little dots of red blood appeared around his 
forehead, and she let him remain there, submitting to the pressures she 
forced on him and th pains she was making him suffer on her behalf. 

It was Carl, again, who broke the spell. With his hands he forced Toni's 
ankles apart, thus stopping the delightful tortures he was experiencing. 

"You're ready," Carl announced. "Now you can ride her, as you like it." 

Toni advanced on Judy, brandishing her riding crop. She gave a few practice 
lashes with the leather-straps to those parts of Judy's back that were bared 
and found that it would give her satisfaction. 

"Bend down!" she ordered, punctuating her remarks with more lashes. "On all 
fours. Let me ride you. Quick! Make it quick!" 

Judy responded in haste. 

Toni placed herself astride her mount's back and took a new, shorter grip on 
her riding crop so that she could wield it more easily. 

"Forward!" she ordered, adding a couple of blows for good measure. 

Judy started moving forward with all the haste she could muster without 
losing her balance or her stride. 

"Faster!" Toni ordered and dug her spiked anklets into the flesh of Judy's 
calves so that Judy screamed with the pain. 

"Stop that whinnying!" Toni used the crop again to let Judy know she was in 
earnest. 

The blows this time around were harder and Judy gave an indication of the 
pain she was suffering by the volume of her scream. 

"A very uncooperative horse," Carl commented. "We'll have to do something 
about that!!!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

He rummaged in his equipment bag once more and produced a collection of 
leather straps. A leather collar went around Judy's neck, then a long strap 
was passed through her crotch, fastening to the collar at the back of her 
neck and the other end passing between her breasts and fastening to a ring 
at the front of her throat. Carl pulled it tight so that it pressed deeply 
into her crotch and fastened it tightly at the throat. 

The strap passing over the crotch pressed tightly against the rubber tights 
and these therefore pressed even more tightly into the vulnerable tissues of 
Judy's cunt. The pinpricks dug in deeper, lacerating the skin and causing 
her agonies of pain. 

Judy cried out again. Toni lashed her but the lashing did nothing to reduce 
the noise. 

"She needs a bridle," Carl said. "I have just the thing!" 

He produced a broad piece of leather with a hard leather' projection that he 
forced between Judy's teeth. A strap fastened it tightly around her head, 
effectively gagging her. Then he attached a short strap to rings set at 
either side of her head and gave Toni the reins. 

Toni seized the reins, dug her spiked anklets into Judy's legs, applied the 
crop to the bared part of her back, and propelled her forward. 

Around and around Toni went, riding on Judy's back. Judy crawled over the 
floor on hands and knees, feeling her whole body tormented and tortured, 
every opening squeezed and pressed, every inch of her flesh suffering pricks 
and abuse. 

As if the pinpricks at her cunt and around her nipples were not enough, as 
if the new indignities she was being made to suffer, from spiked anklets to 
painful bridle, from straps in front and riding crop lashes on back and the 
weight of the woman on top of her, were not themselves exceeding the 
bearable limit, Carl came up with a new torture. 

He scattered tiny sharp tacks on he rug so that their points bit into Judy's 
hands, knees and feet as she moved. 

Every time Judy trod on a tack she screamed and reared and every time she 
altered her gait she felt the full force of the blows from Toni's riding 
crop and the painful incisions from the spikes at her ankles that served as 
spurs. 

"She's ready to learn galloping," Carl said. "A sprightly filly. Let her 
go." 

"To your feet!" Toni ordered, using as usual, her crop and her spurs to make 
sure her order was immediately complied with. 

Judy lumbered to her feet. Toni clasped her legs around Judy's waist, 
crossing them over her belly and making sure the spikes did not damage the 
expensive rubber tights. 

She cupped her hands around her mount's breasts, relinquishing the reins and 
directing her now with pulls and tweakings at the pained and painful 
breasts, so that they were unaware Left, right, right, left, she ordered her 
mount and gave herself over to the joys of having a woman as her slave, 
doing her bidding, and carrying her where she wished. 

Frank had gradually recovered, He stirred, opened his eyes, and tried to sit 
up. 

Carl noticed it. "Say, man, you want to get into the action?" he asked. 

Frank gurgled something behind his gag. 

"Well," Carl drawled, "I guess we can do something to please you." He 
grabbed Frank by the head and dragged him into the middle of the room. 

"Obstacle chase!" he announced and Toni, with great glee, started ordering 
her steed to jump over her companion's prostrate body, again and again. 

When Judy became exhausted from the exertions that Toni had forced on her, 
the latter refused to relent. 

She forced her on, making her devote the last of her energies and when she 
no longer had the strength to lift her legs, Toni made her step directly on 
Frank's prostrate body, stumbling and staggering over it with the heavy 
weight of the rider on her back. 

Finally, the exercise became a bore, both for Toni and for Carl. 

"I'm really sweaty." Toni announced." feel quite worn out. Let's do 
something else." She ordered her mount to lie down and got off her back. 

"Think of something," Carl said. "I have to go to the john to crap." 

Judy's eyes lit up with fear and anticipation of fear. She gurgled something 
behind her leather gag and moved her hands as if to defend herself from 
something unknown. 

"She thinks you want to crap on her," Toni said. "Remember when you asked 
her what she'd do." 

Behind her gag, Judy nodded, as if to indicate that she at least remembered, 
perhaps to indicate her assent to such an abuse of her body. 

"I don't know," Carl said. "I'm afraid she'd enjoy it too much, the perverse 
bitch. But I have an urge crap! No, I just can't go through with that, it's 
too disgusting, even for this fucking bitch!" 

"Well, what do you think?" Toni asked, wondering what the next devious thing 
her lover-partner would dream up to do to humiliate the cunt who had caused 
her such pain as the day before. 

"Bring her into the bathroom, now," Carl said. 

Judy was trembling again, her face behind her gag looked distressed. 

"What about him?" Toni asked, indicating the fettered body of Frank on the 
floor. "We're going to leave him here or do we get him to join in? " 

"Drag him over here to watch. By his hair!" 

Carl added. 

Judy went into the bathroom with a display of reluctance but nevertheless an 
open willingness. Carl followed. Then came Toni, dragging Frank by his not 
quite long enough hair. 

"Lie down on the floor!" Carl ordered. 

Judy hastened to comply, and went down on the floor, face down and bottom 
up. 

"No, on your back!" 

Judy turned over. 

"Take off her gag, Toni," Carl requested his companion. 

Toni took off Judy's leather gag and she could be seen taking in deep 
lungfuls of air. Her face, which had been somewhat bluish despite her 
exertions, now took on a deep ruddy flesh. 

"Might as well take off her harness, too," Carl suggested. 

Toni removed the straps that went around Judy's neck and came up in her 
crotch. She used the opportunity to grab deep and hard in Judy's crotch, 
sending the pin pricks in half a dozen new directions, and she grabbed and 
pinched the bulbous tits through their glossy rubber covering, tweaking and 
twisting as hard as she could so that beads of perspiration formed on Judy's 
lips and she was forced to clench her teeth to stifle the scream that wanted 
to escape. 

Carl stepped up to Judy's body and dug his bare heel into her crotch. He 
moved his foot and pressed on her belly. Then, like a man testing the 
temperature of the water before he ventures in, he pressed with his heel on 
her tits, first this one, then its companion. 

That finished, he put his foot on her nose and pressed, put his hell into 
her mouth and forced it open. 

His prick was now hard-had it ever been soft since they'd first entered 
Frank's apartment-and he squatted by Judy's head and forced his prick into 
it, deeply. 

Judy sucked expertly and with evident pleasure. 

"Not bad," Carl said. "She knows how to give head. You have her 
well-trained, Frank." 

Frank, bound and gagged, seemed to brighten at the implied compliment. 

Carl forced his cock in deeply. 

Judy gagged but she was game. The tremendous cock slipped in, inch by inch, 
and Judy's throat seemed to have limitless proportions. She gagged when it 
pressed against the back of her throat and he watched her take a deep breath 
that moved her chest and inflated her belly. Then she overcame her gag 
reflex and admitted Carl's tremendous cock past the constriction of her 
throat. 

From there on it was clear sailing. Carl could feel it sliding almost 
unobstructed down her throat as if down a slippery tunnel, and felt the 
massaging action of the constriction muscles that grabbed him around the 
shaft. 

Once his cock was settled in, Carl rocked easily on his buttocks and let his 
cock slide in and out as if he was fucking her down her throat. 

Judy was taking it with obvious pleasure. Her face was a mask of pure 
pleasure. She was putting all her body and all her mind into her exertions. 

Her lips were sucking and pulling at the skin of his prick as if it was the 
choicest morsel in creation. Her hands had for once left the itching and 
burning in her cunt and were joyously groping and fondling the man who was 
raping her throat. They roamed all over, over his buttocks, into his ass, 
under the balls. 

"Enough!" Carl announced. 

He withdrew his cock and stood up. Then he squatted down on Judy's head 
again, facing her feet this time. 

Judy knew what was expected of her. Her tongue reached out and she curled it 
softly and gently around the backs of Carl's cock. 

From there she worked her way to his balls, sucking them, swallowing them, 
letting them out, swallowing them again, one, then the other, then both. 

Her lips massaged his testicles as they went in, her tongue caressed them as 
they were in his mouth, then her lips caressed them again as they came out 
once more. 

From his balls she moved back and up. Her lips explored the sensitive area 
in back of his balls, then her tongue found the opening of his ass and 
licked their way around the tight curled rim. 

Carl felt himself opening. The lips of his anus were getting soft and 
relaxed. He felt excited as Judy continued sucking and licking away on him. 

Toni, watching Judy's face, saw the eyes tearing wide. She seemed gripped in 
a frenzy of anticipatory excitement. Revulsion was written all over her 
face. Revulsion, but also desire. 

Her paralysis seemed almost like a deliberate device, an attempt to stop 
herself from doing the natural, automatic, desirable thing and withdrew from 
the impending abuse and humiliation. 

Paralysis was her way of accepting the perverse side of her nature against 
the dictates of her senses and morals. 

She remained poised under Carl's ass with her mouth wide open, sucking away 
feverishly. 

Suddenly, Carl stood up off her sucking face, cock roaring hard and looked 
down at his prisoner of lust. 

"I'm through with you for now," he said, "and go get yourself clean. You 
smell like a pig! Take a shower, and a good one." 

Judy turned to the bathtub and started running water without saying a word. 

"As for you," Carl said, turning to the trussed-up figure of Frank, "I have 
further plans for you. I saw you gloating at what was happening to your 
little girlfriend. Such behavior is inexcusable. You'll have to be 
punished-and I'll to the honors, myself. Drag him back to the parlor, Toni. 
By his hair! We'll take care of him!" 

Judy was getting into the tub. Carl strode ahead into the living room. Toni 
grabbed Frank by his hair again and started dragging him out of the 
bathroom. 

She was glad that his rubber suit was made of really heavy material. 
Anything thinner, she was sure, would long ago have been tom to shreds by 
all the dragging backward and forward they were doing to him. 

She dragged him back into the living room and deposited Frank at Carl's 
feet. Carl was sitting on a leather and chrome director's chair, taking his 
ease and fingering his cock which had remained soft for the present at 
least. 

In his other hand he was holding a reefer, at which he puffed every few 
minutes and sucked the smoke deep down into his lungs. 

"Give me a puff, too," Toni asked. 

Carl obliged her. 

They finished puffing on the joint and when it was down to a roach they lit 
up another and smoked that and then a third and a fourth. By now Toni's 
senses were fully aroused and she saw the whole of the events in a new and 
colorful way. It was all a kaleidoscopic microcosm of the meaning of 
existence. She really dug what was happening. 

"Are you going?" she started saying. Her voice was thick and slow and it 
surprised her how long it took from the moment it issued from her lips to 
the moment its sound reached her ears. 

"Are we going, I mean, like, are we going to have fun with good old Frank? 
Well, we, like, punish him? Torture him?" The words were slow and spaced 
out-like her mind. "I'm going to, like, beat the shit out of him. Like, like 
he did to me last night!" 

"Yeah, man," Carl drawled his reply. "I'll like to help you. I'll like to 
strip him out of that rubber shit and string him up just for you!" 

"Far out, man, far fucking out!" 

Neither said anything for a while. 

There was work to be done. 

Suddenly Toni asked, "But he'll be, like, dangerous without restraints, like 
he might beat us up." She thought for a moment. "Or even run away." 

Carl gave it a long thought. Then he yawned and brought out a word, "Noooo!" 

"I want to undo him," Toni requested. "He won't hurt me, will he?" 

"He's docile now," Carl reassured her. "After a couple of hours in that 
rubber suit, one becomes docile. Gets used to it, sort of." Toni bent down 
over the reclining figure. Her first act was to remove the strap that held 
the rubber ball in place in his mouth. He gave a few deep breaths and she 
could see the ruddy color coming back to his face. 

Her next step was to undo the fastening at his crotch. This time, again she 
fingered his crotch, but without the aggression she had shown earlier. She 
felt gently for his balls and sent them playfully through the squishy pouch 
of rubber, lubricated with his collected perspiration. 

She undid the strap and slowly rolled the rubber shirt up over his belly, 
rolled it further off his chest, had to tug because of the tightness that 
held it close to his skin. 

His arms, tied behind his back, were an obstruction as she tried to get the 
sleeveless shirt off him, then she reached the shoulders, and it came off 
his head fairly easily once she'd managed to pass the tight neck, first over 
chin, then over forehead. 

His skin was wet and sticky from the hours of perspiration. Toni enjoyed the 
smell, the mixture of human sweat and heady rubber. She enjoyed, especially, 
the glistening of the beads of sweat in the hair of his chest. 

Now she prepared to take off Frank's tights. She placed her fingers under 
the waistband and slowly rolled the shiny rubber down his waist and over his 
buttocks. Some of his hair adhered wetly to the rubber and as she rolled the 
tights down, they were caught up in the folds and tore painfully at Frank's 
skin. 

Frank winced and Toni, for some unfathomable reason, felt pity for him in 
his pain rather than the delight she'd expected to feel. 

Inch by inch she peeled down the thick rubber skin. Now the tip of his cock 
showed, boiled red like a lobster and wet and sticky as if it had come fresh 
out of a pot. Next came his balls and she caressed those for a moment. 

Finally with Frank's assistance, she peeled the rubber suit inch 'by sticky, 
slippery inch off his thighs and legs. 

The leg part seemed the hardest. Toni tried approaching the problem from all 
angles and finally settled on a frontal approach. She squatted over Frank's 
head and bent forward to work on the rubber covering of the legs. 

Her cunt was right over Frank's face. Frank looked up with suddenly awakened 
desire. 

Frank's cock sprung up at the same time with suddenly remembered desire. 

Toni looked down Frank's suddenly sprung-up cock and felt herself drawn out 
of her pot-induced lethargy. 

She inclined forward, while still in the act of tugging at the rubber 
tights, let her hair fall down to cover Frank's belly, let her head down, 
let her mouth open and swallowed up Frank's rigid dick. 

At the same time, she was allowing herself to come lower. Her knees gave, 
her thong-strapped legs bent. She squatted lower and came down on Frank's 
face with her wide open cunt dripping. 

Frank opened his mouth and impaled her cunt on his tongue. 

Toni stretched out on Frank's wet chest and belly and took his cock deeply 
into her throat. She puckered her lips and sucked in her cheeks, creating a 
vacuum, then she pulled her face slowly up the shaft of his cock, massaging 
him with her gentle lips. It seemed an act of devotion almost. She no longer 
remembered her anger and hate for Frank, but only the tender moments of the 
night before, when he had fucked her and sucked her, long after the beating 
and whipping and shackling was over. Now she felt tender toward him. She 
wanted to suck him, to eat him, to eat him all up. 

Suddenly Frank pushed her ass off his face, rolled her over and off his 
prick. 

"I thought you wanted to whip me," he stated. "Shouldn't you get on with the 
task?" 

"I'd rather eat you at this point, like you know." Toni's mind was still 
rather dazed from the pot. "Like, I think that would be a lot groovier. 
Like, you know, make love, not whip." 

What she said seemed suddenly tremendously deep and meaningful to her. She 
sighed deeply with the full impact of what she'd said and then, for no 
reason at all, fell into an uncontrollable giggle. 

Carl said nothing. Carl didn't intervene. He had been busy lighting up 
joints and smoking them one after another and he was off in a world entirely 
his own. 

"What about make love and whip?" Frank asked. "You could whip me first and 
love me after, like, well, you know." 

"Hey, I like what you say. You're a real pacifist, right? Turn the other 
cheek. Carl, say-" 

Toni's voice drawled off while she sought to rewind the thread of her 
conversation. 

"Carl, have you heard? Frank's one of us. He's kind of a pacifist. Like 
brotherly love and peace and love. Can't beat a man when he's down." 

Carl mused on this information while he dragged long and deep on his grass. 

"Dynamite!" he said suddenly, completely out of contest. "Dynamite." 

"Let's all three make love," Toni announced or invited. 

"Dynamite!" 

But Carl, still smoking, made no move to join her on the floor with their 
former captive now turned docile pacifist. 

Toni inched over to Frank and embraced his naked sweaty body. 

Frank shrank back. "I need to be whipped," he announced and there was a plea 
in his voice. "I can't make love. Whip me, whip me!" He was almost sobbing, 
so intense was his need. 

"Love me, love me!" Toni replied, her voice, too, almost like a sob. She 
clambered on Frank's body and he, unresisting pacifist that he had become 
after his incarceration in the rubber suit, could not make but little effort 
to protect his pacifist passivity against the demands and the erotic needs 
of his near-naked seductress. 

Toni had the advantage. For one, Frank had started off on the ground. For 
another, Frank had been tied up for too long to be anything but docile and 
unresisting, and, for a third, it was a difficult matter for anyone to 
resist Toni's erotic advances. 

Toni sank down on Frank's body and enveloped his naked and still sweaty 
thighs with her own, golden, gorgeous limbs. 

She pressed her luscious tits to his hairy chest and clamped her lips to 
his. Her hair cascaded over Frank's face and hid him from view. Her legs 
twisted this way and that, her feet intertwined with his, and soon she was 
rewarded for her efforts. 

Frank's cock stirred. 

Then Frank's cock got harder. 

Then his cock got longer. 

Then Frank's cock rose tall and hard and straight as a tribute to Toni's 
restorative powers! 

But Frank's cock wasn't anywhere to be seen. 

Strange? 

Not at all. Toni's hungry twat had opened wide and swallowed up her victim's 
cock for its full length. 

"Fuck!" Toni screamed. 

"Beat me!" Frank responded. 

Toni was working energetically, pumping her body up and down on Frank's 
prostrate body as if she was the male on top doing all the work and he was 
the passive female underneath. The cock that slithered in and out between 
them seemed a double-ended tool that belonged more to the body on top than 
to the body underneath. 

It wasn't exactly how Toni had wanted it. She would have preferred to have 
the position underneath, to have Frank fuck her, have Frank drive his tool 
deep into her crack, drive his cock high up her twat, ram it up and skewer 
her on the end of his meat, shove her and push her and split her wide on his 
huge love pole. 

And it wasn't exactly what Frank wanted, either. He wanted to be passive, 
passive and receptive, open to whatever was coming-so long as it was painful 
and punishing and humiliating. Love and sex and sensual excitation were 
definitely not what his body craved at that moment. 

Frank fought back. 

Toni tried to turn him over and get him to be on top so that she could be 
underneath and achieve the full force of his battering ram. She struggled 
and fought with Frank. 

Frank fought back for the privilege of not having to fight but having things 
done to him instead. 

They rolled and twisted. Frank's cock slipped out. Frank's fingers formed 
involuntarily into claws and at the end of his claws the nails started 
scratching. Toni dug in with determination. She wrapped her legs around her 
victim and squeezed. 

There was a loud scream of anguish from Frank. 

And then Toni smelled blood! 

She didn't know what had hit her! 

She didn't know it was the spurs on her legs that she'd forgotten to take 
off that were now digging their way into Frank's eagerly receptive flesh. 
She was aware of only two things-the smell of blood and the screams of pain. 
That was enough! 

Toni's flesh was aroused. Her blood was enflamed, her passions on fire, she 
lifted her hand that had, until that moment, been attempting to caress her, 
and with the full force of her body behind her she landed a resounding slap 
across his face. 

"Beat me!" Frank blurted out. "Beat me good!" 

Toni raised her hand again and gave him another slap and another. 

Frank yowled, half in anger, half in joy. 

Toni rose to her feet and stood over her victim. She raised her sandaled 
foot and brought it down on her victim's crotch. 

There was only a faint whimper. 

"I need boots for this," Toni said, disappointment written across her voice. 
"These sandals are no damn good." 

As if on cue, Judy now made her appearance. She had bathed and brushed her 
long hair and now she smelled sweet as a fresh summer's rain. 

She wore nothing but a towel around her waist. In one hand she carried her 
boots and over her arm she had the rubber garments that she had taken off in 
the bathroom, washed, dried and powdered. 

"Give me those!" Toni snarled, taking the boots out of Judy's hand. 

The rubber bra and tights fell to the floor. "Maybe I should put those on, 
too," Toni mused. "I like to feel dressed for the part!" 

She turned to him, her longtime companion in her sexual adventures. 

"Help me pick out some gear, Carl, dear. I want to play the bitch goddess 
with that apology for humanity down there and his ass of a girlfriend. I'm 
going to give them the beating of their lives!" 

The change of pace had had its effect on Carl. He, too, had smelled blood. 
He, too, had been around. Now he shook off the last of his marijuana induced 
lethargy and lumbered to his feet. 

"Wow, baby," he said. "Wow! You're really going to give it to them? You're 
really going to do it now for keeps?" He seemed excited by the mere idea. 

"I need a whip!" Toni said. Her voice carried an order. 

Carl rummaged in his equipment bag and came out with a short-handled lash 
that terminated in three broad straps, each about six feet long. 

"Here," he said, placing it directly into Toni's waiting grasp. Toni held it 
and gave a practice swipe. The lash swished through the air and the three 
ends cracked on the carpeted floor. 

"That had a great sound," Toni said, her voice expressing her satisfaction. 

She gave another few swings with the lash, short ones this time, just enough 
to watch the leather straps race through the air. "That's great," she added 
again. 

Something about her new air of command had impressed Judy. She stooped now 
at Toni's feet, her body bared, her golden hair cascading down her back and 
over her full tits. She looked up at Toni with a question written on her 
face, a question that was a request. 

Toni nodded. 

Judy took Toni's left foot in her two cupped hands as if receiving a sacred 
gift. She caressed the foot and applied her lips to it. 

Then, slowly, she worked her way with her face and her hands and her lips up 
the leg of the standing woman, over the crisscross of leather thongs, all 
the way up and around the calf, up over the knee, up to the thigh. 

Her lips caressed the leg lovingly and adoringly, in full and humble 
submission. They reached the end of the thong where it was knotted around 
the firm upper thigh with a box, and continued their way up the inside of 
the thigh until they reached the triangle of curled silken hair and there 
the lips probed and planted themselves on the opening red gash. 

Toni shuddered with the sudden rush of pleasure. 

Judy inserted her tongue into the snatch and licked around inside it. Her 
tongue curled around the bud of Toni's clit and was rewarded with a sudden 
turgidity as the clit swelled and expanded and elongated into a facsimile of 
a prick. 

Toni felt herself melting. 

She grasped the handle of her lash in order to retain her sense of stem 
purpose. The tongue inside her cunt worked away, licking and sucking. Toni 
felt her resistance crumbling. Her resolve was giving way. She was going to 
melt and dissolve and allow this woman at her feet to conquer her despite 
her need for control and mastery. 

Toni couldn't allow that to happen. Not at this moment! 

She grasped her lash harder in her hand and felt her knuckles tense over the 
handle. The bones stood out white. She grasped so hard she could almost feel 
the skin breaking under the strain of the bones in her hand. 

But in her hand Toni kept melting, and melting and melting. 

There was only one thing to do! 

Toni raised her fist hand and brought the lash down hard and swinging across 
Judy's bared back. The lash rang out. Part of the triple strap landed on 
Judy's back and the ends curled across the carpet. 

Judy screamed with the pain and the shock and in her anguish she drew her 
mouth away from Toni's cunt. 

Toni gave a big gasp. Some of it was disappointment and some was relief. 

"Undo the sandal!" she ordered brusquely. She was still in control. 

Judy, chastened, bent to the task. Her fingers fumbled at the tightly 
knotted strap and in the passion of her excitement she found her fingers 
unequal to the demands of the occasion. 

She tried all she could. Her nails broke but she was unable to undo, the 
knot. Finally, in fearful dread that such a show of forwardness might bring 
about another lash of the triple whip, she applied her teeth. Her lips once 
more grazed the golden soft flesh of Toni's thighs and her teeth gripped the 
leather thong. 

This time it worked! 

With much effort and exertion, she grasped the leather thong with teeth and 
fingers and slowly undid the knot. 

The thong fell open, she used her fingers now to slowly unwind the thong all 
the way down Toni's poised leg-and as she did so she rested the crown of her 
head lovingly against Toni's thigh and let her face brush adoringly against 
the masterly woman's leg. 

It seemed to take Judy ages until, inch by laborious inch, she had 
unstrapped both thongs down to Toni's ankle. 

The tight lacing to which Toni's leg had been subjected for the previous 
four hours, had left its tell-tale marks. The leg was marked as if by 
latticework, small diamond-shaped bulges of flesh accentuated by the paler 
depressions where the thongs had dug in. Judy felt the bulges and the 
depressions, compared the textures, thrilled to the feel and allowed her 
soft cheeks to follow the patterns and textures. 

When she came to the ankle, she undid the lacing very carefully, encircling 
the slender bone between her tapering fingers, then she undid the straps 
over the foot and caressed the foot with the fullness of her lips. 

She kissed the whole foot with an eager passion, licking the under sole and 
taking each toe into her generous mouth, releasing it reluctantly to take in 
its neighbor. 

When Judy had finished with the one foot, she repeated the same procedure in 
almost identical detail with the other foot. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Once again, Judy reached upward with her lips, over the leg and thigh in 
their encasing of crisscrossed straps, until she reached the sanctuary of 
Toni's cunt. 

She lingered there for an adoration, taking in the dripping juices, inhaling 
the heady musky vapors of femininity, thrilling to it all slowly and 
erotically. Her excitement this time was heightened by the knowledge of the 
inevitable result. 

She knew she would be allowed to bring only so much excitement to Toni 
towering over her. She knew that Toni would accept her sexual veneration 
only to a certain point. 

She knew that Toni would wait patiently in expectant thrill, permitting her 
slave's veneration, permitting herself to be aroused and impassioned. But 
she knew at the same time that there would be a point in Toni's passions 
beyond which Toni would not permit her to go. One point to which she would 
be allowed to excite Toni's passions-and beyond which she would be arrested 
by a slash of the whip. 

Knowing what would happen, what must happen, added to Judy's desires and 
excitement. She wanted to see how far she could go, how far she could arouse 
her female companion. 

Her tongue worked feverishly in Toni's dripping cunt. Her own cunt was 
streaming, her nipples were straining. Her desires were aflame. She desired 
above all else to bring satisfaction and climax to the stern young woman 
towering above her, the young girl who had been her victim the night before, 
the young girl who had been intended as her victim for this occasion too, 
the young woman who-with the aid of her tall bearded friend-had so neatly 
turned the tables and become the victimizer. 

And then the unexpected happened. Toni lashed out, just at the moment that 
the trembling of her cunt and the quivering of her clitoris threatened to 
overpower her. 

She converted her climaxing desires into a vicious slash that brought the 
three-pronged strap squarely across Judy's crouching back. The slash caught 
Judy ready and yet unprepared at the height of her own peaking demand for 
release. In her frenzy, therefore, she could not help the involuntary 
muscular convulsions, one of which caused her fine white teeth to clamp 
themselves firmly on Toni's tender clit-eliciting screams of pain. 

The whip lashed again, this time almost as a reflex on Toni's part, a 
reaction to the pain in her clit where Judy's teeth were clamped on it. 

She lashed out and down and Judy released her grip and shook her head. It 
brought back a new level of sanity to both and Judy redoubled to her task 
which had, after all, not been that of sucking or tonguing or licking. 
Toni's cunt but simply of taking off her sandal. 

That, then, is what Judy did! 

She unlaced the other sandal, paying the appropriate homage to Toni's 
gorgeous leg, but this time avoiding the fascination afforded to her by 
Toni's gaping cunt just above her face, she devoted herself fully to the 
service-and the adoration-on Toni's leg, until she had divested her 
completely of the other sandal and had licked and sucked each bared toe in 
turn. 

Frank had watched the scene with excited resignation, pulling at his 
hardening cock every now and then, crawling closer to take in the view. 

He enjoyed watching his own woman servicing the legs, and then the cut, of 
the woman who had been his intended victim and was now to become his cruel 
mistress. He enjoyed above all as the cruel mistress displayed her dominance 
and mastery through the medium of her three-strapped whip, using it on the 
bared and humbled back of his girlfriend and companion. It was a foretaste 
of what he might expect-and in his expectation the scene took on an added 
grandeur. 

Carl, too, had not ignored the scene! 

He observed the extent to which both his hosts had been subjugated and 
humiliated into passive servitude with hardly any effort on his part, and he 
looked forward to an enjoyable episode when both would be fully at his 
command and that of the friend and neighbor who had brought him to this 
adventure. 

But Carl also looked forward, to a change in the scenario, to a new and 
different episode, when he would be playing a different role and his 
girlfriend would be behaving in a different light. Now he laid his plans. 

From his equipment bag he brought out a new item. It was a black and soft 
and shiny and swishing: hot pants in shiny black latex. He held it up for 
all to see. 

"This is for you," he said directing his words at Toni. "I'm sure they'll 
fit you and if they're a bit tight in the crotch, all the better. They will 
make you feel firmer and harder and more powerful when you administer a 
whipping to this disgraceful pair groveling at your feet. Try them on. I'm 
sure you'll get a kick out of them!" 

Toni was thrilled. She had wanted to put on the black tights that Judy had 
discarded after wearing them with such obvious erotic success, but she had 
hesitated because she knew that with the tights it would have been 
impossible to wear the tall boots that she felt she needed to complete her 
image. 

Hot pants like these, were ideal though and she knew she would look fetching 
in them with her high round buttocks tightly outlined and the deep cleft 
accentuated by the rubber pulling in fore and aft. 

"And a top?" she asked. 

"You can use the same bra. It will fit you to perfection," Carl told her. 

Judy rose to take hold of the rubber pants. She felt the softness and 
smoothness of the material and felt her erotic senses aroused by all manner 
of strange sensations, many of them connected with the hours she had spent 
tightly enwrapped in similar material at leg and crotch, at ass and crack, 
at bust and nipple. 

It would thrill her now to see the effect it would have on another female. 
It would excite her to see this other beautiful female step into her place 
and achieve the same measure of excited eroticism, a mirror image so to 
speak of her own thrills and passions. 

She ran her fingertips lovingly over the soft blackness, caressing it as if 
endowing it with some of her own feelings and desires that could be 
transmitted through the rubber to the ass and cunt of the other woman. 

The black pants became a messenger of her will. She willed her passions into 
the black rubber through her fingertips. She passed the soft material 
against her cheeks to transmit some of the tenderness she was feeling to 
this woman, she passed the soft rubber over the lips of her own cunt, 
squeezing it for a moment between the softness of her thighs in its passage, 
reliving in its passing touch some of the excitement she had felt earlier 
and transmitting to it from her cunt not only some of the scent and taste of 
her twat and its emissions but some of her erotic and sensual desires and 
longings. 

This was for Toni. With this she would worship Toni and through it Toni 
would in turn worship her. 

Toni had lain down on the soft rug. She was on her back, her legs were up in 
the air, slightly spread, and bent at the knees. She had both hands under 
her thighs to support them. 

Judy held up the shiny black pants with both hands, stretching them at the 
waistband for her female friend and mistress-of-the-moment to see. Her 
tapering fingers extended into them and the long nails made four little 
ridges down each seam. 

Toni extended her legs. Slowly and sensually Judy stretched the rubber 
shorts over the toes, then over the heels. Toni had her feet close together 
and Judy had to pry them apart slightly to get the shorts over the slender 
ankles. 

She stretched and eased the rubber over the calves, making many unnecessary 
motions the better to enjoy the full sensual contact of her hands on the 
rubber, of the rubber on the flesh and of her own hands over Toni's 
delectable limbs. 

From there the work progressed with seemingly greater difficulty-or 
certainly greater slowness and deliberation. Judy's hands reached the knees 
and lingered and then came to the thickening thighs were the rubber indeed 
had to be stretched so that it might be pulled on inch by rubbery inch. 

Her hands caressed the thighs as she went and smoothed the rubber and 
stretched it. She squeezed flesh under her tapering fingers and eased it 
into the pants. She smoothed out the soft skin and smoothed the black rubber 
over it. Her body was poised forwards and she had allowed-indeed 
encouraged-Toni to rest her bare ankles on her shoulders. From this vantage 
point she continued pulling the pants slowly and deliberately up Toni's 
thighs. 

She had reached the fleshiest part of the thighs. Only inches away was the 
luscious cunt. The cunt, Judy pretended to herself, would need preparation 
before it was so finally enclosed in the clinging rubber. She released the 
pants and applied her fingers to the cunt in front of her, smoothing the 
hairs and parting them until the pinkish gap was exposed. 

Using her forefingers held close together, Judy traced a line down the 
closed crack, pressing gently on the pubic flesh. The skin turned reddish, 
moistened, distended. The gap opened slightly, became a gash. Judy's fingers 
plunged deeper inside. 

Toni sighed. 

Judy managed to drive both fingers into the crack and now, with fingers 
bent, she used the other fingers on each hand to stroke the adjoining areas, 
smoothing down the curling silken hair, raising the flesh of the pubis. 

Toni moaned again! 

Judy's fingers went in deeper, opening up the lips. The outer lips had 
turned a deep shade between red and purple. The inner lips pouted out, 
bright cherry red. Moisture was coming from all the surfaces. The lips were 
pulsating slowly under their own momentum.. 

Toni wrapped her legs around Judy's neck and squeezed. 

Beads of perspiration appeared on Judy's brow. She applied herself further 
to the task, getting her fingers deep into Toni's cunt, arousing her with 
extra caresses around the sensitive area. 

Toni groaned! 

Carl came in closer for a better look. 

It excited Carl to watch the opening up to Toni's cunt under another woman's 
expert fingers. It excited him to see the passion and the frenzy with which 
both women were acting and reacting. He wanted to watch the scene come to a 
climax-but at the same time he knew that if Toni climaxed now, much of the 
fun of the evening would be prematurely lost. 

"Enough of that!" Carl ordered. "Help her on with her pants. She has a job 
to do on Frank." 

The words stung at both Judy and Toni. It was as if a forbidding person had 
turned off their pleasures, denied them the right of their own desires and 
their adult pleasures. It was like a demanding teacher interrupting their 
rights and giving imperious orders. 

But Judy obeyed. She thrilled to obey. She thrilled knowing there was 
someone who could and would order her around even at the point where she was 
gaining her pleasures. 

An additional point that thrilled her was knowing that the order applied 
equally to Toni, that her mistress of the moment was herself under orders. 

Judy withdrew her guilty fingers, dripping with the juices of Toni's cunt, 
and applied herself once more to the task of getting the tight shorts over 
Toni's thighs and bums. 

The sticky fingers left their slimy marks on the glistening black rubber as 
Judy once more stretched them and smoothed them up. Toni moved her own hands 
from her thighs to the small of her back, arching her back and lifting her 
bum clear off the floor. 

Judy's fingers reached around and slowly she stretched and eased the shorts 
up and over and around the curvaceous bum-globes. She thrilled to the way 
the plump ass filled and stretched the rubber shorts, and found the way the 
rubber held the bums taut and tight and firm to add pleasure to her senses, 
too. 

Lingeringly, Judy passed her fingertips over the black bums, feeling the 
firmness underneath. Then she allowed her fingers to trail forward to the 
front and she delineated the V between thighs and pubis with the tips of her 
fingers, forcing the rubber tightly into the folds. 

Now the cunt was properly outlined, a bulging mass with a slightly visible 
declivity down its center. The curling hairs left a pattern of little whirls 
over the protruding triangle. 

Judy applied herself to her next task, smoothing the rubber tightly into 
Toni's crack. The snatch, being open since Judy's earlier digital 
manipulation, now yawned openly under the rubber and opened to receive the 
folds of rubber that Judy forced into them. 

The firm ridge of the rubber seam at the crotch dug into Toni's opening 
snatch and suffused her with pleasurable sensations. 

Something was happening to her, she knew not what, but it was exciting and 
demanding, more demanding and more exciting than anything she could remember 
in a long time. 

The ridge of rubber dug in and seemed to call her to action. It stirred her 
to do something, anything, to fuck, to beat, to whip, to suck, even to 
masturbate if there was no other conventional outlet or inlet available. She 
was raring to go. She tightened her legs around Judy's neck and raised her 
bum further. 

Judy continued her work. Having pressed the heavy rubber seam deep into 
Toni's snatch, she now busied herself tracing out the rest of the crack, 
going further, going back, going with her fingers between the luscious 
globes of Toni's ass and digging the rubber ridge deeply into the crack of 
the bum hole. Toni felt herself aflame fore and aft. 

Judy's fingers continued their caresses over Toni's flesh and over the soft 
blackness of her shorts. Now she applied her fingers to the edge of the 
rubber where it gripped Toni's right thigh and, inserting them between 
rubber and soft skin, she eased and massaged the rubber over the thigh, 
feeling the double sensation of soft woman skin underneath and firm, 
demanding rubber stretched tightly and compellingly over the backs of her 
fingers. 

She stretched the rubber and eased it and slowly let it find its own 
position tightly and firmly on Toni's tapering thigh. The one leg opening 
now properly positioned, Judy repeated the procedure on the other thigh, 
even more deliberately-and more lovingly. 

The final adjustment was to the waist. For this Toni slowly lowered her ass 
back to the rug and sat up, her ankles still resting on Judy's shoulders. 

Judy's fingers slid under the waistband and felt for the soft skin of Toni's 
belly. Her fingertips reached down and encountered the topmost of the silken 
hairs, and pulled away again, hurriedly if sadly, aware of Carl's pending 
disapproval. 

She stretched the band of rubber slowly and gently around the waist and 
pulled it up as high as it would go, so that the bum globes were even more 
tightly tensed and the thick rubber seam went even deeper into Toni's crack, 
fore and aft. 

It was done! 

Toni released her legs from Judy's neck, sat up, then rose to her feet. Judy 
remained kneeling in front of her and looked up at the delectable sight of 
Judy standing tall and straight on her spread limbs, dressed only in the 
tiny tight hot pants of shiny rubber that emphasized the total eroticism of 
her body. 

Toni squirmed. She felt excited. The band of rubber was digging into her 
cunt and inflaming her. She shafted her weight from one leg to the other and 
felt herself squirming even more excitedly. 

"I want the bra," Toni ordered. The bra was something that would stimulate 
her tits well, on the floor, the same bra that Judy had worn. 

Judy held it up for Toni to see. 

Then Toni remembered. That was the bra with the pinpricks around the nipples 
that Carl had made Judy wear earlier, that had tormented Judy out of her 
mind. 

If she wore it now it would torment her, likewise. She shuddered with the 
dread of it and felt the burning at the lips of her cunt. The burning was a 
warning-and an urging! 

She had to have it! She had to have more-excitement, she couldn't stop now. 
She would have to go forward and experience everything that was possible to 
experience. Everything!!! 

She approached Judy and allowed her to slip the black rubber bra over her 
tits. 

Judy was clumsy. 

The bra didn't fit immediately. The tits were only half caught in it, 
bulging out at side and bottom. It required much tugging and fingering on 
Judy's part until both tits had been squeezed and pushed into their 
respective cups, and then it took more squeezing and tugging and stretching 
and tugging and feeling and fingering until the tips were indeed fitted 
snugly, the erect nipples placed squarely in the pointed protrusions, the 
solid flesh and muscles smoothly residing within the rubber cups without 
folds and without creases. 

Toni's nipples were taut. They reached forward and up as if they wished to 
burst through their rubber restraint, as if they wished to burst through 
their rubber restraint, as if they wished to tear out a hole, to poke into 
the fresh air and announce the insistence of their presence. Her nipples 
itched to be free, itched to be tweaked or bitten or scratched, itched to 
dig their way into someone's mouth or cunt or through their skin. Her 
nipples itched and ached. 

And Toni's cunt itched and burned. Itched to be fucked or sucked, bitten or 
tweaked, rammed or squeezed. Her cunt burned. Her cunt was on fire. Her cunt 
ached to be filled or be defiled. 

Her cunt!!! 

And she knew it, of course! 

She knew what she should have suspected, knew that the tight little hot 
pants, fitting so snugly over her gash, biting into her flesh and into her 
tender tissues, were equipped in Carl's special way, equipped with the tiny 
pinpricks that would arouse and inflame and never satisfy. 

She knew that Carl had trapped her as he had trapped Judy into wearing his 
infernal creating, that she would itch and burn and desire more and never be 
fulfilled. 

She could have tom off those pants then and there and stopped the itch and 
the desire. 

But her desire for desire was too great. She wanted to hurt, she wanted to 
itch, she wanted to desire. She wanted more, and yet more and more and more! 
She didn't want to put an end to the itching! 

With one still voice she wanted to curse Carl because he was the instigator, 
for doing this, and for subjecting her to this. She wanted to curse him for 
thus abusing her friendship and her trust. But with another voice, a truer 
voice, a voice from deep inside her, she wanted to throw her arms around 
Carl and thank him for having exposed her to these new sensations that made 
her insatiable. 

There was an itch in her cunt and now an answering itch from and around her 
nipples. Her nipples were erect and demanding. Her body was thrust forward. 
Her hands reached out to her twat, to her tits, to her belly, and to her 
thighs. 

She tried to rub at her cunt but the more she rubbed her cunt and more she 
ached and itched for action. 

Action, that was the word. 

Action!!! 

Toni took one determined step across the room. Without her boots it lacked 
something in stature and command but that could be easily remedied. 

She picked up the lash she had dropped earlier while Judy was fitting her 
into her rubber pants and bra. She picked it up, twirled it above her head 
and let it fly. 

Slash! 

The whip curved through the air. One of the three broad straps caught Judy 
across the left breast and left an immediate trace of bright red flesh. 

Judy screamed. 

Toni thrilled to the sound and the power that now coursed through her. 

"Bring me the boots!" she thundered. 

Whimpering, Judy reached for the boots and placed them dutifully at Toni's 
golden feet. 

"A chair!" Toni ordered. 

Judy complied in haste. 

Toni settled herself into the chrome and leather director's chair that Judy 
placed for her. It felt good to sit again. In sitting she had to stretch the 
super-tight rubber pants and the action caused the heavy seam to dig more 
deeply into her. It was good! 

Toni's whip was in hand. As a warning of intent, she raised it up and felt 
he satisfying swish as it coursed through the air and crashed in triple thud 
on the rug. 

She kept a tight grip on the handle of the whip with her right hand. Her 
left hand was busy, digging into the rubber at her crotch, scratching away 
at the itch although she knew that each such scratch would only intensify 
the insatiable itch. 

Toni held out her left leg, slender and handsome, toes pointed forward. 

Judy kneeled down and held up the left boot, her own left boot, a beautiful 
construction of sleek, glossy supple black leather. 

She seized Toni's left foot in both hands, cupping it gently and lovingly, 
and pressed it into the cleft between her breasts where she allowed it to 
rest. 

She took hold of the boot and unzipped it to the very bottom of the heel, 
then she placed the boot with the heel almost in her twat and the toes 
pointed up to her bellybutton. She brought up her knees the better to held 
it in place, then relinquished her left hand and guided Toni's foot into the 
opening. 

The foot fitted in to the tip of the toes. Judy smoothed the leather over 
arch and instep and held the boot there with her left hand. Her cheeks went 
against the side of the boot, against the smooth leather, to steady it. Her 
right hand started tugging at the dainty zipper. 

The first few inches over the heel were the hardest. From there the zipper 
ran more smoothly up the ankle until again the movement slowed down over the 
plumpness of the calf. Easy again, slow over the knee while Judy tugged at 
the leather with both hands and caressed the skin and applied her cheeks to 
the feel of the leather and tugged at the zipper. 

It needed smoothing over the knee, both inside and out, smoothing and 
stretching so that it might acquire a perfect fit, a fit as only Judy, its 
owner, knew the boot could acquire. 

And then came the slowest part, the most sensitive part, the best part. Up 
the thigh. Inch by glorious inch. Up over the flesh, smoothing and squeezing 
skin and tightening up the zipper and trailing her fingertips and pressing 
with her nails. 

The itch in Toni's cunt spread down to her thigh. She groped and scratched 
hopelessly, sometimes at her crotch, sometimes at her plump thigh where her 
fingers came into temporary conflict with Judy's own . busy fingers. 

She was aflame, and twitching everywhere. She could hardly bear the 
increased excitement that Judy's fingers occasioned, finally, in her 
impatience, she brushed Judy's fingers angrily to the side and scratched and 
dug heavily into her skin, tearing at it with her nails. 

Judy paused to let her mistress have her way. Then, when Toni's hands 
retreated once more into her rubber covered crotch, she grasped the strap at 
the very top of the boot, only inches away from the bottom edge of Toni's 
red-hot flaming black hot pants. 

She grasped the strap tightly in one hand, the buckle in the other, and 
pressed down on the booted leg so that the heel dug heavily into her cunt 
and the sole heavily into her belly. 

She pulled with both hands, driving the boot even further in her crotch and 
belly, and then she inserted strap into buckle and fastened the strap 
tightly across Toni's thigh. 

Her hands slid slowly down the leg to the heel and foot and then, with 
reverence mixed with reluctance, she gently lifted the boot off her belly 
and placed it on the ground. 

Then, with equal love and equal devotion, Judy did exactly the same with the 
other foot, the other leg and the other boot. 

And then it was done. Toni was fully dressed for her role and fully booted. 
She put the boots to immediate use, kicking out at the woman kneeling at her 
feet who had helped her put them on. 

Without gentleness, without love, without ceremony, she let loose with her 
right foot and kicked at the kneeling girl in front of her, sending her 
sprawling. 

Judy howled with shock and disappointment. 

Toni rose majestically to her feet, towered on the high heels of her black 
boots, thrust out her rubber covered hips and her rubber encased tits, 
raised her right hand and brought her triple lash down across the belly and 
breasts of the unfortunate woman she had sent sprawling on her back. 

Judy screamed and then sobbed. Toni lashed at her again. 

"Cut out the baby stuff!" Toni said unkindly and let loose with another 
lash. "I'm busy. I have things to do. I can't waste my time over your silly 
needs. Quiet down, or else!" 

She left the "or else" incomplete but the raised arm and the curling whip 
made it quite clear what she had in mind. 

Whimpering and cowering, Judy crawled away out of reach of the three-pronged 
whip of her new mistress and out of reach of the boots that had once been 
hers. 

Toni stroked slowly and purposely across the room. Each step was punctuated 
by the click of her tall heels on the floor, by the soft swish of her rubber 
shorts rubbing together, and by a flick of her wrist that sent the relaxed 
whip curling along the floor. 

One step, click. Two, click, three, and so on. She finally reached Frank. 

Frank had been waiting in passive dread and anticipation for this moment. 
His eyes blinked as the fear rose in his throat but the sigh he gave was one 
of relief. For the past half hour he had been helped prepare Toni for this 
role. 

At times, as Judy was taking familiarities with Toni, as her erotic 
involvement with her stem new mistress became apparent, the jealousy had 
risen in Frank's throat and envy had gripped him by the balls. He didn't 
want to see Toni's energies diverted to another, he wanted it all for 
himself, her love, her sex, her anger and her hate. 

There were times as he looked on the erotic scene, when he wanted to rage 
with his needs, when he wanted to scream at the two women not to ignore him. 
Each time that Toni had raised her arm to lash out, he had cringed in 
hopeful anticipation that the blow might be directed at him, and each time 
that it landed on the floor, wasted, or, worse yet, each time that it landed 
on the flesh of his former-girlfriend now become his rival for Toni's 
attention, he could have wept with the disappointment it occasioned. 

Now Toni strode masterfully towards him. There could be no doubt about that. 
Each slow and deliberate step brought her that much closer. Each step found 
his heart beating faster and his pulse throbbing harder. 

The color was drained from his face, his lips were trembling and in his 
crotch the gathered blood was pumping into his balls and pumping into his 
cock and inflaming his needs. 

He lay back on his back now, his legs slightly raised and slightly parted, 
and the shaft of his cock stuck up like a tower. 

He was vulnerable, he knew, deadly vulnerable. One well aimed kick at his 
cock, one heel heavily scrunched into his balls, and he would suffer 
insufferable pain. Such a blow, such abuse, might maim him for life, might 
for ever deprive him of his virility! 

And yet, and yet, Frank could hardly explain it, much less understand it, 
such a prospect engendered no fear. He was a sacrifice, his cock and his 
balls were offerings. Let her take them if she wished. Let her have him. Let 
her take all that was precious and dear to him. If she wanted his cock she 
could have it, if she wanted his balls she could have those, too. He was all 
hers, to do with what she wanted. 

His hands hesitated for a moment in a desire to cover up his rampant prick 
and protect his vulnerable testicles, then he meekly folded them across his 
chest and waited, his eyes fixed on the advancing woman high-stepping toward 
him. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Her arm rose and fell, the whip moving with each step. Her heels marked her 
step with a crack despite the thick carpeting. Her booted legs moved with 
purposeful determination, her stately body advanced towards him. His breath 
was coming in short gasps. His heart threatened to burst. A cold fear was 
gripping his expectant cock! 

She stopped and towered over him. 

Frank wanted to reach out and embrace his impending fate. His lips were 
eager to kiss those powerful boots, his hands to stroke the muscled leg and 
thighs they encased. His face was dying to bury itself in the vice-like grip 
of her crotch. His body ached for her mastery. 

But he waited! 

She stood over him, silhouetted against the light that came from behind her 
and raised a thousand highlights, glistening glossy points of light that 
danced across the smooth curves of the rubber garments and the vicious 
majesty of her boots. 

She stood, looked down with disdain written across her stem features. 

She pouted her lips, gathered the phlegm in her mouth, then let fly. 

A thick gob of spit left her lips and flew into Frank's upturned, begging, 
face. 

It was too much! 

His hands flew to his face as if to wipe away the insult. 

Toni reached out with her booted leg. A tall heel landed on his hand and 
yanked it away unceremoniously. Frank wanted to sob. 

"Wretch!" 

In that one work, Toni summed up so much hate, so much derision, so much 
indifference, that Frank suddenly felt himself completely deserted, 
completely abandoned, completely alone in the world. 

Had she but kicked him, had she but been kind enough to whip him, he could 
have borne it. But this was unbearable, insufferable. What could he do? 
Where could he turn? How could he get her to pay attention to him? 

She had turned her back on him. Would she walk away? Would she leave him in 
his abject state? Would she now turn to the tall young lover she had brought 
with him into Frank's luxurious home, and while Frank watched in anguished 
disappointment, devote her anger and her lover to that bearded hippie? 

Did she really mean to abandon Frank without even deigning to inflict on him 
the cruelty of her anger, the fierce power of her rage, the loving attention 
of her power and her disgust? 

The spittle still running down his face, his arms forlornly at his side, 
Frank watched her back turned to him, saw the tall boots from the back of 
her stately heels, the neat round bottom tightly enclosed in glossy rubber, 
the alluring golden waist, the narrow strap of her rubber bra, the slender 
arms wielding the whip, the head of hair! 

Saw it all from the back, turned away from him, and felt all the forlornness 
of his abandoned hopes. 

Toni stopped, her back to Frank, her face smiling cruelly at Judy. She let 
drop her arm, the arm that had been wielding the whip as if in practice. 

She stopped with her back to Frank, less than three feet from his abandoned 
body. 

She lifted her right foot stiffly in front of her, held the booted leg 
straight out, then suddenly gave a vicious kick backwards. 

The sharp heel of her boot caught Frank squarely in the ribs with a 
resounding crack. 

She pivoted on her left heel, turned to face Frank, then lashed out again at 
his body with her right foot. This time it was the toes that reached Frank's 
body, hitting him in the soft of the belly. Now she reached up with her arm 
and let fly with the whip. 

One lash stung Frank on the abdomen, one hit him across the chest, the other 
licked at his face. 

To Frank, despite his pain, it was like a triple kiss of love. She cared for 
him, she hated him enough to love him with her whip or loved him enough to 
hate him with it-it was all the same. 

Again she raised the whip. Frank's cock, that had become soft when she 
turned her back to him, suddenly rose up hard, rose up to receive the kiss 
of one of the straps of the whip. The other strap caressed his thighs and 
the third curled its hateful love over his belly. 

"Get up!" Toni ordered peremptorily. 

He did as he was bidden, glad to have an order he could obey. Slowly and 
painfully he rose to his feet. 

"Tie him to the table!" Toni said to her friend, Carl. 

Carl was ready. From his equipment bag he took out ropes and straps. 

"Come!" he said to Frank and led him to a low coffee table consisting of a 
smooth slab of green marble set into a frame of black iron. 

Frank was made to kneel at one end of the table. Frank tied his knees, one 
to each leg of the table, using a leather strap that he pulled tight. Then 
he made him crouch forward, his bare belly and chest against the chill cool 
of the marble. He pulled his arms forward and fastened them with ropes 
pulled tight, one to each leg at the other end of the table. 

It was a painful position. Frank's cock was erect but the tightening of the 
ropes had pressed it hard against the iron rim of the table. It hurt like 
hell and Frank hoped his erection would go down and his prick become soft 
but his excitement was too great and despite the great pain it caused him, 
his cock remained hard and long. 

His arms were pulled almost out of their sockets. His chest was pulled down 
tight against the harsh marble. His chin was in contact with the marble and 
his head thrust back sharply. 

But most of all, Frank was aware of his naked vulnerability. His bare bum 
stuck out, his back was bared. He was ready victim for any indignity and any 
punishment that might be thrust on him. And, worst of all, unless his face 
could be toward this dominant big woman, and punishment came from the front, 
he would be unable to anticipate. 

He was passive, entirely passive. It was all out of his control. They might 
and could do to him what they wanted and there was no way for him to change 
what they proposed to do, to avert it, to influence it-or even to 
participate in the decision by his anticipation. 

Nothing he could do. Nothing at all. Absolutely nothing. 

He could only wait-and flinch. Flinch but to no purpose! 

As the thoughts flashed through his mind, a sudden slash of the whip seared 
through his body. He couldn't tell from which direction, could not tell from 
which hand! 

He could only feel the searing pain-and could not tell where it had landed 
for his whole body was under tension and pain in one part seemed to become 
reflected as pain in all parts. 

Slash! More blows across his bare back or bare bum or exposed thighs. Slash, 
another set of triple blows. 

The blows seemed to extend from the crown of his head to the tips of his 
toes. They seemed to envelope him not only from his exposed back but also 
from both sides and even the front that he knew must somehow be protected by 
the slab of marble to which he was firmly tied. 

He could sense the burning coming up and welling through his cock and his 
balls, through his chest and through his belly. He tried to concentrate his 
thoughts, tried to think as a defense against feeling, tried to convince 
himself he could not possibly be getting whipped over' his front that he 
knew was protected by the marble slab. His brain told him he was safe there, 
his senses told him he was vulnerable. 

It's the coldness of the marble, that and the hardness, that my body 
translates as the fiery pains of the lash, he tried to tell himself, but his 
body had no room for logic. He was being whipped, whipped back and front, 
top and bottom, and all his body was exposed and cut and open. 

He cried, he screamed, he whimpered. 

A look of determined-joy spread across Toni's face. She was in her element. 
She was in command. She had never before felt so powerful or so much in 
command. Or almost in command- 

It was not her mind or her will that was driving her. Instead it was some 
inner urge, some powerful drive that originated between her thighs and 
radiated from her nipples. She was answering to the calls of her cunt and 
the urgings of her engorged nipples. And her cunt was answering and calling 
commands not entirely in accordance with its own normal needs but in 
response to the flames that had been engendered in it by the thousand little 
pinpricks set into the rubber pants by Carl's cunning hands. 

The fire in her cunt and the flame in her nipples called for relief. Relief 
lay in exerting her power. Her power rose up from her booted legs and swung 
from, her tightly covered ass and swung with her shoulders. Power rose from 
her arms and from the whip she wielded in them. 

"Wham!" the power spurted out from her arms, through her whip, and landed 
squarely on Frank's complacently passive body. 

"Wham!" the power spurted out from her arms, through her whip, and landed 
squarely the man's shoulders. 

"Wham!" as she spread her booted legs to take a firmer stand, as she thrust 
out her crotch and shoved forward her tits and raised her slender arms and 
landed another blow on the upturned rear and back of her victim. 

Each movement of her body and of her joints caused a new movement of the 
constraining pants and bra. Each movement of pants and bra caused the tiny 
pinpricks to dig anew into her tender, vulnerable skin and raise their new 
demands on the seat of her eroticism. 

She knew at this point only one way to relieve the burn and itch and fire. 
Her itch demanded victims, it called forth violence and anger and lust! 

Wham! she let fly again. Let fly and experienced renewed urgings that 
required renewed satisfaction. 

Wham! Harsh swings of her lash on the helpless body of her victim. Down with 
her arm and let the straps fall. Pivot from her hips and feel the urges 
build up again in her cunt. 

Wham! Wham! 

A slash of illumination coursed across her brain. She was a woman no longer 
but a man. A man with a vengeance. A man with a prick as big as any man's 
prick had ever been. A prick with a conscience and with a mission, a cock 
that spelled power, a tool that meant mastery. 

The whip was her cock. With her triple-headed cock she could fuck. Fuck 
anything. Fuck anyone. Fuck the whole goddamned world. 

Her arms and her whip were one. One cock, one massive phallus with which to 
strike out for every indignity she had ever suffered. One massive cock that 
expressed all her hate and anger, all her love and joy. 

Wham! Her cock lashed out and with it her whole body. In her frenzied mind 
it felt as if a huge cunt had opened up for her cock, a cunt into which she 
could sink it all bloodied. 

Wham! She thrust again, fucking from the hips, thrusting her cock, becoming 
a man. 

Frank was a cunt, the whole room was a cunt, and Toni was a cock, a driving 
cock, a fucking cock, a loving cock, an angry cock! 

"Fuck! Fuck, Fuck!" she yelled, her mind deranged in her furor and her 
passions all logic and all reason gone. "Fuck!" she yelled and whipped. 
"Fuck!" she yelled and slashed. 

Her blows were coming faster and faster. She felt the throbbing as if she 
were herself a cock, felt the urgency, felt the demands. She had to do it. 
She couldn't stop. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she yelled in her demented state. 

The whip came down on Frank's body. Slash! Slash! Slash! 

Frank's screams were heart rending but Toni was impervious to them. She 
could think only of her mission, her mission as a cock, whose purpose was to 
deflower the world, to rape the universe, to draw blood, to reach a climax, 
to spend its come over the whole expanse of humankind. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" 

The whip continued to fall feverishly. 

The first blows had reddened Frank's skin. Later blows had lacerated it. The 
welts had come up and swollen, then they had been cut open and lacerated. 
Now his body was crisscrossed with open wounds and the blood was flowing. 
But still Toni wouldn't stop. Couldn't stop. 

She was so close to a climax, so close to release. She had to go on, and on, 
and on, until she could release, until she could relax. 

But the fires in her cunt and the flames at her nipples knew of no release, 
knew of no end. They ordered her on and on and on. 

Judy saw what was happening. At first she had been thrilled at her body 
vicariously enjoyed the movements and the frenzy of Toni's body. 

She had followed her movements almost involuntarily, standing behind Toni 
and watching. She poised like Toni, stood like her, her legs apart, her 
weight shifting from one foot to the other as Toni's weight shifted each 
time she applied the whip. 

Like Toni's body, Judy's body swung too. Her hips gyrated with Toni's and 
her tits, free from any bra or restraint, bounced in time with each of 
Toni's blows. By unconsciously imitating Toni's stance and Toni's movements, 
Judy experienced some of Toni's voluptuous excitation. 

She sensed the erotic fires in cunt and at nipples, she sensed the surge of 
power, the fury of attack, the glory of subjugation. Her mind was aflame 
with the thrill and her body was responding as if it was she who was 
wielding the whip and with it the power. 

But Judy was not as far lost in fantasy and illusion as was Toni. She 
retained a measure of logic and some power of rational thought. And it was 
her rational thought that made her realize the full impact of what was 
happening. 

And suddenly she saw the full horror of it all. She saw the first time the 
reality of Frank's bruised and battered body, she sensed through her own 
body, acting in unison with Toni's the full extent of Toni's ferocity. 

And suddenly Judy became frightened. 

She ran forward, attempting to protect Frank, attempting to distract Toni 
from her murderous assault. 

She tried to get between victimizer and victim but she was powerless. The 
whip continued landing on Frank's bared body. 

"Stop it, for heaven's sake," Judy implored but Toni was not to be stopped. 

Not now! Now when the climax was so near! 

Blind with her passion, Toni continued to whip and whip and whip and faster 
and faster and faster and then the spirit rose, rose high from her cunt and 
through her belly and through her tits and overpowered her entirely. 

She lashed out again and again but her blows were falling haphazardly and 
without direction nor aim. 

Her whip was in command and she was at its end and as the whip lashed 
brutally but harmlessly into empty space Toni's body followed it and came 
crashing down heavily across Frank's bruised and bloodied back. 

The lash fell out of Toni's hand and crashed to the floor. She lay awkwardly 
on Frank's bloodied back, spread-eagled, her arms hanging down to the floor, 
her legs in the high boots parted, her hair spread out like a fan. 

Her breasts in their shiny black bra of rubber were heaving. Her pelvis, 
clad equally in tight rubber shorts, was pulsating. Her bare golden waist 
was sunk. She seemed to be gasping for breath like a fish breathing its 
last, or caught in the throes of passion, her whole physical entity given 
over to the surrender of the body. 

Her eyes were glazed over. Her lips were parted. No words issued from them, 
only a low moan. 

Judy watched, Judy was fascinated. Judy was excited beyond belief. Judy's 
passions were inflamed. 

Was it anger at the bestial damage that Toni's angry whip had inflicted on 
Frank, her former lover and companion. Or was it lust that identified with 
the passions of this wanton female in her boots and erotic black bra and 
pants? 

Judy could not tell, nor did it matter. What did matter was that she had 
begun to identify with Toni, that she had assumed some of Toni's emotions by 
osmosis. The scene had been watching, abetted by the strain of what had been 
happening to her in the past few hours. 

Now, with Toni out of the picture, Judy assumed Toni's identity, her 
passions, her manner-and her whip. 

She picked up the lash in her right hand, raised her arm over her head and 
let fly. 

"Wham!" 

It landed across Toni's spread-eagled body. One strap went across the 
breasts. The black rubber was no protection-indeed it served but to 
concentrate the force of the blow and transmit it with biting cruelty to 
every part of Toni's bosom and most especially, through the specially 
treated areas around the points of the cups, it transmitted the concentrated 
force of the lash as a thousand sharp needles that bit deeply into the 
tender nipples and radiated from there right through each of the globular 
breasts. 

The second strap landed across Toni's bare belly and its end hug right into 
the area of her cunt. 

The rubber was no protection. By its tightness it transferred the pain and 
concentrated it so that its effect in Toni's cunt was that of a hot irons 
burning her twat, of a thousand pincers pulling at the flesh of her snatch, 
of a thousand bare electrical wires shooting ten thousand volts of surging 
power into her delicate clitoris. 

The third strap landed across her unprotected thighs. Its effect was 
instantly noticeable in angry welts and bruised flesh. 

Toni moaned. 

The assault on her was incomprehensible to her senses. She had been so 
absorbed in the role as agent and activator of pain that she had somehow 
come to identify as pain herself. 

Now pain and rage and punishment were continuing and it made no difference 
to her senses whether she was agent or instrument, giver or receiver. 

The pain was another link in the chain of her passions, another element in 
what she had started in her wanton attack on Frank and that had since taken 
her over completely. 

She had been pain, now she was pain and the pain was part of her and she 
assumed the pain was a rightful continuation of what she was and what she 
had been enjoying. 

Her body throbbed, her pelvis rocked, the moans issuing from her throat were 
as much moans of joy as moans of pain. She thrilled and throbbed with the 
feelings, they had to continue, they could not end, they must go on. 

And they did go on!!! 

Judy lifted the whip again and again the three-fold straps inflicted their 
cruel pain on Toni's body. Again and again, as Judy warmed to her task, as 
the passions overtook her in the way they had earlier overtaken the previous 
wielder of the whip. She lashed out again and again. 

Angry welts rose all over Toni's body. Other welts crisscrossed them and 
eventually the incessant blows broke through the raised skin and blood 
started to flow. 

Bloodstained, the lash became an even more cruel instrument as its wet, red 
stained leather continued its purposeful journey of pain, until bit deeper 
and deeper into Toni's tissues or its concentrated impact became transmitted 
and transmitted to Toni's raised nipples and eager twat. 

Toni screamed but the screams were orgiastic screams, as much pleasure in a 
perverse sense as they were joy. She screamed and screamed in waves of 
rising and falling passions, she screamed as much to have the torture 
stopped as to have it continue to an even higher and more violent climax. 

And as Judy's passions rose she took an even shorter grip on her whip and 
came in even closer to the beautiful but ravaged body lying below her on the 
coffee table that still bore the sacrificial body of Frank tied face down to 
the four comers. She was right in close now, a foot away, towering naked 
above her victim, the sweat dripping from her frenzied body and mixing with 
the stains of blood she had acquired from her victim's body. 

And now, as she came in closer, she wielded the handle of the whip rather 
than the lashes and then dropped the whip entirely so that she could punish 
and pummel her victim with her own hands and her own fists. 

That was one thing that Toni couldn't take. So long as it was the lash, it 
was something impersonal that was happening to her. 

The lash was her friend, had become her accomplice, and she was willing to 
experience the impersonal friendship of the lash from either end, as giver 
or as receiver. Now she was enraged, enraged as much by Judy's direct 
assault on her body as she was enraged and frustrated that the contact with 
the lash had come to an end. 

Toni raised her hands and reached for the face above her. Her fingers curved 
into talons and her nails scratched deep lines of red into the pale flesh. 

Her booted legs reached out, closed, locked, and clamped themselves on the 
bare limbs of her tormentor. Her body twisted and pivoted on her tight round 
ass and she fell off Frank's body, fell off the marble slab of the coffee 
table, with Judy's legs held tightly in her grasps. 

The two women fell to the floor in deadly embrace. Toni struggled. Judy 
struggled. Hands tore at hair. Knees dug into cunts and bellies. Hands 
throttled throats. It was a free for all. Once Toni was on top, then Judy, 
then Toni again. 

Carl watched the struggle between the two females with mounting excitement 
and his stiffening cock was ample evidence to what was happening. 

The erotic sight made its own demands and Carl was virtually indifferent as 
to who was victor and who would be vanquished. 

He had a certain loyalty towards his friend and neighbor, Toni, when they 
had first arrived at the penthouse of Frank and Judy, but in the course of 
the afternoon and evening he had gradually shucked off any responsibility or 
obligation he had felt for Toni. 

Perhaps it had something to do with his sense of justice. Originally he had 
accompanied Toni, in part at least, to even the score and avenge her for the 
cruelties and humiliations that Judy and Frank had imposed on her the 
evening before. 

That had now been evened out-with interest. 

Toni was certainly no longer the underdog, still less were Frank or Judy the 
cruel oppressors or would-be enslavers they had been the night before or 
when Carl and Toni had first arrived together in their luxurious home. 

Carl was no longer concerned with defending the weak or defeating the 
powerful. For him the evening had changed into a simple erotic adventure 
that he could enjoy as participant or as spectator as he chose. 

And for this it was a matter of complete indifference to him who was 
performing for him or who was participating with him. 

One woman, if attractive, sexual, sensual and erotic, was the equal of any 
other. He had enjoyed watching Toni in her moments of power as much as he 
had enjoyed watching Judy in her moments of abject surrender. 

Now he enjoyed both women engaged in doing violence on each other, each 
woman suffering indignities and humiliations at the hands of the other. 

It was better than watching a man and a woman in combat, whether it was the 
man who was maltreating the woman or the woman who was beating up the man. 
He came in close now to watch. 

The advantage seemed to be with Judy. Judy after all was the more rested and 
she had exerted herself less in aggression than had her rival. 

Her body too, was relatively unscratched, while Toni's was covered in angry 
cuts and bruises from the severe lashing she had experienced at Judy's 
hands. 

Perhaps, too, the tight rubber pants and equally tight rubber bra had their 
enervating effect on Toni by now as they had earlier had a similar effect on 
both Frank and on Judy. 

Judy was winning! 

Her grunts and groans were those of the victor while those of Toni indicated 
the lose in the struggle for supremacy. 

Now Judy had her powerful naked thighs wrapped firmly around Toni's thighs 
in her long black boots. In this position Toni was deprived of the advantage 
she had gained from the heels of her boots over her completely naked rival. 

Toni was underneath and Judy was squatting on her, her legs tightly wrapped 
around her thighs. Toni was unable to raise her legs, try as she would. 

Her shoulders were pinned to the floor. Her arms were struggling to tear at 
Judy's body but to no great effect. One of her hands had grabbed Judy's left 
tit and was pulling and twisting at it but Judy seemed to pay no attention. 

All Judy's energies were directed at overcoming her rival and in her 
concentration, she seemed indifferent to any pain she herself was suffering. 

With one hand she was trying to stave off the arm that was wreaking pain in 
her breast, with the other hand she had gathered Toni's hair and was pulling 
at it with all her might and power. 

Then Judy managed to get a shorter purchase of Toni's hair, short enough so 
that with her next pull she was able to pull Toni's head right off the 
floor. 

Now Toni's head was six inches off the floor. Judy grabbed the hair of her 
rival in her other hand, too, and then she had the head held in both hands 
and then, suddenly- 

Crack! She had allowed Toni's head to fall back and hit the floor with a 
sudden shock and tremor. 

Toni was forced to release the murderous grip she had on Judy's bruised tit. 

Judy seized her advantage and once more raised Toni's head in both hands. 
Now she held not the hair but the entire head and then suddenly- 

"Crack!" she pushed the head back against the carpeted floor, not simply 
dropping it but actively knocking it against the hard surface. 

Toni's head hit the floor with a resounding report and this time the impact 
was so hard that for a moment she was knocked out completely. 

Judy exploited her advantage to shift her grip. She wrestled with the 
relatively lifeless form of the woman under her, seeking a better position 
for the moment that her rival should regain full consciousness and return to 
the struggle. 

She slipped up her body, seating herself on the belly of the unresisting 
rival and grasping her around the waist. 

When Toni came to, she raised her legs and twisted on her black clad bottom. 
Her booted knees came up and hit Judy in the small of the back, temporarily 
dislodging her. 

But Judy was back at the offensive and again she picked up Toni's head and 
banged it against the floor. Toni was conditioned to it by now. She blacked 
out for only a brief moment-but that was enough for Judy to seek and find a 
new position of vantage, atop her rival's tits. She squatted on her chest 
now, slightly off center, and thrilled to the feel of a plump breast digging 
into her cunt, the erect nipple probing her like a miniature cock. 

She seized the head once more, but her purchase was too short and this time 
as she banged the head on the floor she put into it only a fraction of the 
strength she had used earlier. 

Toni raised herself on her butt in an attempt to throw off her attacker. She 
wasn't entirely successful but she did manage to dislodge Judy's balance. 
Now Toni once more used her legs, entirely free by now, and was able to kick 
with her booted knees hard into Judy's back. 

Another twist and struggle and the tables were turned. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Carl felt himself identifying first with the one and then with the other, as 
he watched the struggle between the two women with rising excitement. 

He watched the two bodies writhing about in their combat and watched as both 
bodies became covered in blood from Toni's open wounds. 

The mixed smell of sweat and blood and female excitement reached his 
nostrils and roused him to pitch of erotic arousal. Involuntarily he reached 
for his stiff cock and started pulling at it. 

It was good to have a cock, better still an instrument as big and strong and 
powerful as his. He had a lance, a dagger and a sword. 

He imagined himself flailing with his huge cock at both women, joining in 
the fray, and using his cock as a dreadful implement of punishment and 
retribution. 

He pulled hard at his cock and squeezed until he could feel the pain. His 
prick was throbbing. The tip had swelled up to a large purple angry crown. 

The skin on his shaft was loose and moved silkily under his powerful fist 
but he was not interested in smoothness at his point. 

He wanted roughness and to achieve this he tightened his hold on his 
aggressive tool and pulled until the skin was actually pained. 

He wanted to join in the fray but he knew that if he did he would have to 
give up his aggressive desire as his body surrendered into the erotic 
seduction of the scene. 

He had a choice between remaining a spectator and retaining his aggressive 
powers-or participating in the events and losing his position and becoming 
an accomplice in a scene that would soon degenerate into a simple sexual 
struggle and end in a glorious all-round fuck. 

He knew that eventually that was what would happen. Sooner or later the 
fight would end and the fucking would begin. But he didn't want it to happen 
just yet. He'd have to resist his impulse to join in at this juncture. For 
the moment he would remain a spectator and when his cock ached as it did 
now, he could stroke it and pull it. 

Careful, though. He didn't want to go too far. Didn't want to arouse himself 
to the point of no return, to the point where he would become preoccupied 
with the demands of his cock and simply jerk himself off to a roaring 
climax. 

That would be a waste and a pity. He was saving his orgasm now for a more 
exciting and more fulfilling end and he certainly didn't want to waste it 
with a sudden frenzied spasm of pulling on his cock and then the sad and 
anti-climatic spurt of his come to no good end or purpose. 

Perhaps he should get Frank involved at his point. Poor Frank! He'd been 
tied face down to the green marble coffee table and after he'd absorbed his 
beating at Toni's hands, he'd had no chance to reach his own satisfaction or 
pleasures or even observe what was happening. 

What must be going through Frank's mind, lying there bound unseeing to the 
coffee table? He'd lain there, unseeing while Toni had collapsed on him. 
Lain there while Judy had wreaked her vengeance on Toni's body, lain there 
while the girls had wrestled each other to the floor in their mortal combat. 

Frank deserved something better. Frank deserved at least the right to watch. 
Perhaps he would want to join in, too, and a third dimension to the 
spectacle unfolding before Carl's eyes. 

That should add to the fun. Let Frank get his rocks off now, let him get 
involved in the scene, let him get into the fight and when it changed to 
erotic lovemaking, he could provide the male focus that would add to Carl's 
enjoyment-before eventually Carl would deign to intervene himself and add 
the finishing touches to the erotic events of the evening. 

Yes, he'd release Frank and see what would happen. But not yet. 

No, not just yet! 

Carl didn't want to tear his eyes away now. This was too exciting. He 
allowed his right hand to move away from his cock. He had to take his right 
hand off his cock otherwise the erotic explosion that would soon be 
inevitable would put a premature end to his excitement. 

Carl crouched on the floor beside the two struggling girls, the better to 
watch what they were doing. 

Somehow, in their struggle, they had reversed positions. They were lying 
more or less on their sides, head to toe. Judy had her arms wrapped tightly 
around Toni's thighs and buttocks and her own thighs were wrapped around 
Toni's head. He couldn't see Judy's bare cunt but he could see that it must 
be within inches of Toni's face. 

Toni was struggling. She threw her shoulders from side to side as if 
attempting to get away from the proximity of Judy's cunt and the heavy 
stench that must be emanating from it. 

She tried to get her head out of the solid lock in which it was grasped 
between Judy's thighs. At the same time she tried to free her thighs from 
Judy's grasp so that she could form a hammerlock with legs and thighs on her 
opponent. 

But Judy was the more powerful of the two. Slowly and inexorably she 
exploited her advantage. Her arms grasped her rival's thighs more securely 
and started pawing at the vulnerable area of her cunt where it lay hidden 
under the tautly stretched black pants. 

At the same time her legs tightened themselves firmly around her rival's 
head and neck and squeezed. 

Toni's face was turning red. She was gasping for breath. She tried to get 
her chin up and out so that she could take in some gulps of fresh air, but 
Judy was too powerful for her. 

Toni surrendered! 

Judy ground her reeking cunt right into Toni's face. She levered with her 
hips and drove her hairy twat hard and brusquely into her rival's gasping 
face. 

Toni had no choice. Her nose was buried in the other woman's open cunt. Her 
mouth was pressed against the matted curls of her pubic hairs. She could 
breathe, but only through her nose, and the only air she could take in was 
the rank air that rose from Judy's sweaty snatch. 

Her face was pushed deep against her rival's crotch. She could maintain her 
determination and keep her mouth shut but sooner or later, she knew, her 
lungs would burst. She could not hold out forever against her rival's 
pressure. 

She made one last, desperate lunge, thrusting with all the power in her 
loins. For a moment it seemed to work. The two women slid across the floor, 
tightly locked in mutual embrace, under the impetus given them by Toni's 
thrust. For a moment Judy wavered and loosened her grasp. 

But Toni did not have the power to exploit the moment. Her lungs were 
bursting, her blood was depleted of its essential oxygen. She could not 
maintain her initial effort. The exertion was too much for her. She 
weakened. 

Judy seized the moment to reassert her ascendancy. Her arms were tightened, 
her thighs locked even more firmly than before. 

Toni surrendered. 

She had to open her mouth to survive! 

Toni opened her mouth as wide as she could to fill her lungs. Judy pressed 
into her with her groin. The open mouth between her thighs was filled with 
hair and female tissues. Toni breathed in, desperately, but she could take 
in only a little air-and that heavy tainted by the sweat and stale musk of 
her rival's dripping cunt-and all the rest of her mouth was filled with 
cunt. 

There was nothing else she could do. She applied her lips to her rival's 
cunt and sucked. 

Judy bucked with the pleasure. 

The pressure was off-at least in part. Toni could breathe again. She 
breathed deeply and continued sucking the cunt thrust into her mouth. The 
juices trickled down into her throat. Sweat, cunt juice, stale piss and 
blood. She stuck out her tongue and reached into the snatch. 

Up and down went the tongue, exploring the cunt walls, the clit, the 
luscious fluids beginning to flow freely from the erotic womanly opening. 

Judy eased the pressure and rocked with the pleasure. Toni probed deeply and 
was rewarded by a further loosening of the pressure. Her hands went at 
Judy's ass and pulled at it. She pulled at the soft round cheeks and reached 
further into the crack at Judy's backside. 

Judy eased her pressure further. 

Toni's fingertips reached the tight bum hole and started exploring. 

The pressure eased further. 

Toni's tongue found the hard bump of Judy's erect clitoris. Licked at it, 
licked around and around, sending waves of pleasurable passions through 
Judy's reclining body. 

Toni's Ups closed over the area of Judy's clit. Her tongue still held it in 
focus in her sights. 

Judy's body started rocking and swaying. She seemed ready to give up the 
fight and change it into something else. 

Toni worked with her jaws, drew back her Ups and brought her teeth closer. 
Her teeth grazed the soft tissues surrounding Judy's clit. 

Toni took a deep breath, steeled her muscles and pounced. 

Her teeth suddenly clamped down hard and viciously on her rival's clit. 

Judy screamed. 

She tried to fight free but she couldn't without risk of serious damage to 
the center of her sexuality. She tried pulling at her rival's legs but 
nothing helped. 

Toni's fingers were inside Judy's asshole, tearing away inside. The game was 
up for Judy. Her clit viciously bitten in front, her asshole cruelly torn in 
rear, there was nothing she could do. 

She went limp and relaxed. 

Toni seized the advantage. She released her head from the thighs clamped 
around it and wrapped her own thighs around her rival's head. 

She was safe, safer than Judy. Her cunt was not vulnerable nor was her 
asshole. They were protected by a thick layer of tightly stretched rubber. 
Now she squeezed, as hard as Judy had squeezed and with similar effect. 

Judy was suffocated. Her nose and mouth were tightly pressed against her 
rival's glossy black pants. With every attempt to inhale, whether with nose 
or with mouth, the rubber was sucked in, acting like a valve, and cutting 
off all flow of air. Inhaling was impossible. 

In her desperation Judy tried exhaling, blowing out in the direction of 
Toni's cunt. That gave her a brief respite as the rubber fabric was blown 
off her face and allowed her to breathe in for a brief second. Meanwhile she 
was scrabbling desperately with her fingers in the other woman's ass. 

She couldn't get into the crack, of course, not with the rubber covering and 
the hard ridge of rubber set in the seam that rested almost permanently 
tight up Toni's crack. 

But, she could press on that seam and wedge it about and feel it squirm 
under her fingers. Her nose, too, she noticed, if properly directed, could 
keep the seam in front pressed deep into Toni's crack while keeping the 
black rubber clear of her own nostrils. She poked now, therefore, with 
fingers and nose, driving the seam of the pants deeper into the crack that 
connected Toni's cunt in front with her asshole in back. 

She worked at it slowly and gradually, nose in front, fingers in back. And 
something told Judy that her strategy would work. She would sense it in the 
contortions of the other woman who still held her in an iron grasp. 

Toni was sighing and moaning. 

Something was happening to her! 

An urgent urging was working up again in her cunt and in her ass. She wasn't 
interested in fighting, only in holding on to this woman whom she had in her 
grasp, hold on to her and continue the pleasurable painful sensations in her 
cunt and her ass. 

She was aflame again. Desire was stabbing her deep in the cunt, deep in the 
ass, radiating out from there all over her body. 

She was hot and desiring. She wanted. She wanted to be fucked or sucked or 
stroked or spanked. She wanted whatever she could get. She wanted it to go 
on and on. She wanted, wanted desperately! 

Carl had sensed a pause in the action and had used it to free the captive 
host, Frank. 

Now Frank, too, crouched close to watch the two women, wondering who would 
emerge victor from this strange contest and how she would achieve it. 

Frank's cock was long and limp. It had been forced against the iron frame of 
the coffee table for so long that it had become practically paralyzed and 
set in the long position, though the hardness had quickly drained out of it. 

Now it was soft, as if by habit, and almost completely numb and devoid of 
sensations. He stroked at it with one hand to attempt to bring some feeling 
back to his sorely abused tool, and with his other hand he massaged and 
scratched himself all over, especially where the ropes and straps had 
constrained and chafed against the marble and the frame of the table. 

But as Frank watched, he found the blood beginning to circulate through his 
body with increasing speed and force. It was especially noticeable in his 
cock. There the flow seemed to start off deep in his bowels, become 
concentrated in his balls and from the flow on into his cock with the 
quickening of life. 

What had caused it? 

It was the sight he was observing. Two women, who thought they were still 
engaged in a bloody battle but had been overtaken by the sensuality of their 
erotic involvement with each other. 

For Judy and Toni had, in effect, stopped struggling now for control over 
each other and any struggling they were doing was in order for each to 
increase her pleasures and desires and to increase also the pleasures and 
desires of her mate. 

Toni had relaxed, enjoying the manipulation that Judy was now engaged in, 
the stroking, pulling, pressing of the thick rubber band in her snatch fore 
and aft, enjoying the sharp needle pricks, enjoying the daggers of flame 
that shot into her cunt and her clit and her asshole and radiated from there 
through her body. 

She squiggled and squirmed with her ass and her hips and helped Judy drive 
her fingers deep into the cleft between her bum cheeks and thus heighten the 
effect of the nail studded ridge of rubber that ran the full length of her 
crack from asshole to cunt. 

Judy too, was deriving pleasure from it. 

Even the feel of the rubber against her nose and mouth and cheeks was 
pleasurable. The firm grip on her head from the sumptuous thighs of her 
wrestling companion added to the pleasures she felt in her face and the 
constriction on her neck and head occasioned by the pressing and squeezing 
legs caused the blood to be concentrated at the surface of her skin and thus 
exposed them to heightened sensations. 

Judy's pelvis was rocking with the pleasure. She drove her body close to 
that of her companion. She felt the other woman's tits pressing hard against 
her abdomen. 

Toni's nipples-as almost always while she was wearing the special bra-were 
hard and erect. 

Now she felt the sensations flowing into them and seeming to make them even 
harder. Her nipples were on fire, her breasts aflame. She ground her tits 
into Judy's body to get relief and found that it served only to arouse her 
passions further. She squirmed her chest against Judy's soft young belly and 
felt the passions of love and desire squirm through her body and engulf her 
entirely. 

Toni released her tight grip on Judy's thighs and ass. Now, she held each 
thigh separately and pulled from the back. The thighs parted. Her head went 
forward. She smelled the sweat and the animal excitement and the musky 
feminine smell of a woman in heat. Her nose began to tremble. 

She opened the thighs further. Her hand felt itself drawn forward. Judy's 
thighs opened up around her and Toni forced her whole head between them. 

Her head followed her nose and her nose followed the heady, overpowering 
scent. She could feel the moist excretions from Judy's cunt bathing her 
face, she opened her mouth to take in the full scent, she parted her lips 
and applied them to the sticky wetness of the other woman's cunt and 
breathed in with joy. 

Judy melted with desire. She squirmed her ass and tried to spear Toni's 
probing tongue with her hardened clit. 

She missed but her gaping hole neatly managed to engulf the other woman's 
tongue with ease. The tongue curled into the shape of a tube and entered 
further. Inside Judy's cunt all manner of strange things started happening, 
muscles she never knew existed started contracting and expanding and from 
every pore of her inner skin the fluids started flowing in a generous 
outpouring of excitement. 

Judy felt her desire mounting for something of the same for herself. It was 
great having her cunt licked and sucked by another woman, but she wanted the 
same thing, too, she too wanted to taste the sweet taste of sticky cunt and 
feel the flowing fluids on her lips and tongue and nibble at the delectable 
morsel of women flesh hidden in a juicy snatch. 

Her mouth was wide open and her lips were grabbing hungrily. She could get 
at the flesh at Toni's thighs when she turned her head, and taste the 
tantalizing smell and aroma of Toni's femininity as it seeped out from 
between the thigh and the rubber pants. 

She could reach out with her tongue but all she could reach was the shiny 
soft rubber of the pants that guarded Toni's love portal. The rubber had an 
exciting taste of its own, heightened by the sweat and musk that was 
concentrated between Toni's thighs, but it could not compensate for the real 
thing that lay so tantalizingly near and yet so much out of reach. 

Judy felt she wanted to cry with the frustration. Could she ever get at that 
delectable cunt she now desired more than anything else in the world? 

Her fingers clawed and scrabbled. She tried to pull down the black rubber 
pants from the waist but Toni's belly was pressed close to her chest and the 
waistband seemed caught at the front. She did manage to pull it down at the 
back, a tantalizing inch or two, just enough to feel the sweat underneath 
the rubber, just enough to feel the downy soft hairs at the base of Toni's 
spine, hairs covered with little pearls of sweat. 

She tried again tugging at the side. Again she managed to pull the black 
rubber down for an inch or two but her progress was halted by the fine swell 
of Toni's hip and as she reluctantly let go, the rubber snapped back into 
place with a resounding splatter. 

Now she changed her target area, trying to, get to the source of her desired 
pleasure from the other end, from the thigh. Her fingers got in between 
thigh and rubber and started easing up the stretchy material. Her fingers 
made progress, she had two fingers under the rubber up to the first knuckle, 
then three and then four. She continued probing and soon had them in up to 
the second knuckle. 

The rubber was raised and the smell from the dripping cunt so close to her 
nose and her mouth was now overwhelming her senses and suffusing her with 
even more insatiable desire. 

She was close, she knew, and she had to get there soon! 

Her fingers went in deeper, sliding over the sweat and exudations as if they 
were lubricants. They encountered damp hairs and thrilled to their wiriness. 
She went further and found her progress getting wetter and wetter and the 
skin under her fingertips softer and softer and warmer and warmer. 

She was heading in the right direction. 

Carl watched the procedure with excitement-and apprehension. Those were 
expensive pants, especially made for him and valuable for exciting women in 
situations such as this. They were fragile, too, and he didn't want to see 
them tom under Judy's frenzied tugging and probing. 

Perhaps he should get Toni to take them off. Perhaps he should take them off 
for her. He wanted to move but something about the desperation with which 
Judy was trying to force her way in appealed to him and he simply continued 
to sit on his haunches and watch the scene. 

Judy's fingertips were inside Toni's cunt. They had found the crack and then 
they had found the tight long hole, flowing heavily with its creamy gism. 

She had two fingers in the hole and she was exploiting her advantage to the 
fullest. She brought her other hand into play to help raise and pull back 
the edge of the tight rubber at the thigh, and managed to get her hand in 
even further. 

This was it. This was one way to do it. She could roll up the rubber and 
push it up and fold it, get it off the thigh, get it to the cunt. 

The heavy rubber ridge inside the pants had long since been pushed to one 
side, out of Toni's crack and over to the side, between the other thigh and 
the mound of her pubis, where the triangle of hairs ended against the fold 
of the thigh. 

The softer and thinner rubber that had formed the leg part now followed suit 
with greater ease. The cunt, over Judy's probing fingers, was now covered 
only by a thin layer of the shiny black material, the erotic stuff made of 
rubber. Her probing lips could feel the fingers though it. 

Judy decided on a strategic retreat the better to consolidate her planned 
advance. 

The fingers slipped out, all four, sticky and gooey and wet. Unhesitatingly, 
Judy brought them to her mouth and sucked at them long and hungrily, sucking 
and licking off every last taste of Toni's woman scent and flavor. Then she 
used both hands together, all her fingers and her thumbs, too, and worked on 
the remaining strip of thin rubber. 

It was tight, now, very tight, and the mound of Toni's cunt seemed an 
insurmountable obstacle to any attempt to roll back the rubber any further. 
And yet Judy persisted. 

The curled hairs were showing clearly, the first edge of red-suffused cunt 
Ups could be seen. She continued stretching and pushing. Her fingers went 
back on the cunt again and pressed down the ridges. The oozing fluids helped 
to lubricate the movements. She pressed and stretched and pulled and eased. 
It was coming. The rubber stretched, the whole of one lip was in sight. 

And then she had to let go! 

The curled folds of rubber snapped suddenly into Toni's gaping cunt and 
became buried deep inside the gash. 

But for Judy that was enough. 

The snatch was hers. 

Her lips clamped down, tasting the cunt flesh and its oozing pleasures while 
at the same time other parts of her lips were encountering folds of rubber. 
Her tongue shot out and discovered that there was enough exposed of her 
companion's cunt for the tongue to intrude and explore. Her fingers groped 
at the exposed Up and opened it wider. 

The fingers of her other hand were at work at Toni's rear end. They too had 
pushed back enough of the rubber so that her fingertips could explore with 
ease the deep long gap and feel the tender tissue midway between asshole and 
snatch. She pressed and was rewarded by an increased trembling and quivering 
of the body underneath her face and an extra bonus of heightened passion in 
her own cunt that Toni was exploring and probing and sucking and licking in 
the height of her aroused frenzy. 

Judy's pleasure seemed complete. 

Suddenly she felt a sharp tug at her hair. 

She resisted. The tug was demanding, painful, hurting. Rough hands grabbed 
her head. Her head was being pulled away. She tried to hold on with her lips 
and her teeth to the cunt she had won with so much effort, to the one Up she 
had been able to expose. She held on with her hands but she was unequal to 
the struggle. 

The hands at her head pulled harder and harder. Her mouth parted, her 
fingers relaxed and she reluctantly had to allow the rough hands of a man to 
pull her off Toni's cunt and from out of the comfortable space between 
Toni's thighs. 

It was Carl. He could control himself no longer. The sight of what Judy and 
Toni had been doing to each other, coming on top of all the other erotic 
excitation to which he had been subject for the past five hours, was just 
too much. 

His cock, stiff and hard and red and long, stuck out straight from his body 
and demanded instant participation. His mouth, drooling with the 
accumulation of saliva, could no longer be denied. 

He pulled Judy unceremoniously off Toni's cunt, reached down and grabbed 
Toni's ass in his powerful arms, raised up her butt with one hand so that 
her back arched, and with the other hand he peeled down her rubber pants, 
peeled them off her waist, off her hips, dug them literally out of her long 
tight crack where all the action in recent minutes had wedged them so 
tightly. 

He got the pants down to a point just below the level of Toni's cunt and 
immediately he pounced on the juicy wet morsel with all the urgency of a man 
dying of thirst in the desert. 

The tight rubber held her well-formed thighs close to each other and Carl 
strained to pull them apart and get his face even closer into the center of 
her joys. 

His tongue was out, lapping, his lips were glued on her cunt, sucking. His 
face tried to close the distance. 

Impossible! 

He raised her thighs, holding both of them in the crook of his arm. With his 
other hand he pulled and tugged. The pants were rolled into a thin band, 
tight and tough. He pulled, pulled, grabbed, dragged. The rolled-up band of 
rubber stretched over the bulge of the thighs, then cleared the major 
obstacle and started sliding more easily. 

Toni had her legs clamped around Judy's head. Now she opened them and then 
placed her ankles close together. The pants slid down to her knees. Over the 
knees, over the legs, down over the ankles. Carl gave a final tug and the 
rolled-up pants flew off Toni's feet and landed somewhere on the other side 
of the room. 

Carl's mouth was fastened on Toni's crack and he drank in hungrily. The 
thighs closed around his head, enveloping him in their comforting warm 
protection. The juices ran into his mouth, filled him, mixed with his own 
urgent saliva, and coursed down the edges of his mouth and down his cheeks. 

He stretched out his legs in luxurious exaltation. His cock stood out stiff 
and proud. 

Judy had been forced to relinquish her position at Toni's crack, but she had 
been adamant about maintaining her sexual-oral contact with Toni. 

Her legs were still wrapped tightly around Toni's head and Toni's tongue was 
still buried in her own snatch. The three bodies on the floor were writhing 
together and separately, each trying to find completion of its sexual 
demands. 

Judy's mouth was free. Free and empty. It sought something to hold on to. 
Something to suck, something to fill its vast emptiness. Something to give 
her joy and pleasure and fulfillment. She was conscious of her desires but 
unconscious of what or where she was or who was with her. 

Her mouth reached out. It sought reunion with the cunt she had fondled 
earlier. 


THE END
