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THE USUAL WARNINGS:

This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you
are offended by graphic descriptions of natural and/or
unnatural sexual acts, if you are underage, or if this
type of material is illegal where you are, don't read
any further.

This is a fantasy.  You will have to loosen your clench
on reality a little when you read it. This is a tale in
which physical acts and human responses are not limited
to, nor necessarily based in, reality.  Some acts and
responses in this story may be physically impossible
and/or physiologically improbable.

Also, as is the case with most of the stories in this
newsgroup, all the women in this story are beautiful;
gorgeous, even.  Gravity has not caused their breasts
to droop nor have creased wrinkles their unblemished
faces.  The men (the leading men, at least) are hung
like bulls.  They can get it up and keep it up often
and at will.  In this special little fantasyland, there
are no STDs, morals, or unwanted pregnancies; and guilt
is a four-letter word.  But most important of all, no
amount of strength of character, courage of convictions
or moral beliefs stands a chance against an erotic
stimulus.  This can be as benign as an accidental
glimpse of a bared ankle or as stimulating as a
whipping on the genitals.


For those of you who didn't understand the preceding
statements, GO AWAY!

This story is intended for the salacious entertainment
of consenting adults.  Do not try to do any of the
things described in this story.  You will injure
yourself or your partner.  Or be arrested, or shot by
her father....

If you are under 18 years of age, GO AWAY!  This story
will burn your eyeballs and fry your brain.

If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited
where you are, GO AWAY!

By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility
for any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure
that result from reading this story.  If you don't, GO
AWAY!

You have been warned!

If you enjoy this story and feel the urge to post it on
a <free> site, at least give me (NightShade) credit for
it.

So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy
the story!....

NightShade


















The President's Club
by NightShade
Chapter 1first posted 4/97, major revision 12/98
The young wife gazed nervously into the full-length
mirror on the door of her closet.  She almost didn't
recognize the gorgeous creature standing in front of
her.  So much had happened to her in the last couple of
months.  So much about her life had changed and been
turned upside down.  Still, she didn't think she was
there yet, wherever `there' was.  She felt like a pupa
stuck in mid-metamorphosis.  She wasn't a caterpillar
anymore and not yet a butterfly, either.  She knew that
tonight was the next step.  She didn't know how she
knew.  She could just feel it.  Maybe it was just
because she wanted so badly for something to happen.

Something would happen tonight, something <had> to
happen tonight to complete her metamorphosis, make her
whole.  Her whole being yearned for that to happen.
Yet as excited as she was about tonight, she was even
more afraid.  God knew she didn't have a good track
record with her relationships up to this point in her
young life.  She pessimistically wondered how she was
going to mess this one up.

As she stared at the emerging butterfly in the mirror,
she thought back on the events leading up to this
night.  How?  Why?

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Karin's life was a mess.  A total mess.  But that was
nothing new.  It had always been a mess....

She was just 18 years old, and had barely graduated
High School with a D average.  The irony that her grade
point average was the same as her bra cup size didn't
escape her.  She thought it was funny.  Her teachers
would have been stunned to learn that she not only knew
what irony was, but that she could identify aspects of
it in her own life, and see the humor as well.  She
wasn't stupid.  She was just easily distracted, bored
and terribly insecure, which she hid from everyone by
being aloof.  Unfortunately, her body had encouraged
all kinds of distractions from the boys at her high
school.
Karin was tall for a girl, almost 6 feet tall, feminine
and graceful.  Her aloofness scared all but the most
aggressive boys and kept them from asking her out.
They just didn't know how to deal with a female that
didn't pant like a bitch in heat.  They never found out
it was an act, a sham.  The ones who did ask her out
were treated with icy coolness.  Look but don't touch.
She was a trophy date to take to the country club or
the prom, but never into the backseat.

Which was surprising, considering how universally horny
teenage boys are and how drop-dead beautiful Karin was.
Her face was regal, more serious than she was.  Clear
blue eyes, blonde hair, a long, graceful neck.  Smooth,
rounded shoulders tapered into delicate arms, ending in
soft slender fingers.
Her legs drew a lot of attention, especially in Spring
and Summer when she wore shorts.  They had been a
featured attraction ever since the sixth grade when she
sprouted up.  They were constantly a source of
embarrassment to her.  When she sat and innocently
crossed them in class, or when she walked down the
hall, they drew unwanted attention to her.  They were
endless and the short skirts she wore emphasized their
length and shapeliness.
Her hips flared nicely, but still retained the trimness
of a younger girl.  The firm clean lines of her ass
cheeks swayed when she walked down the school hallways,
never failing to bring at least one, if not a chorus of
whistles behind her.

Her breasts, however, were truly amazing.  They were
huge, stupendous, but her height made them seem almost
proportionate to her body.  Almost.  The sensuously
rounded orbs sat high and proud on her broad chest,
firm and large, defying laws of gravity and physics by
standing straight out without support.  At their
quivering tips were quarter-sized circles colored a
dusky pink with perfectly centered crinkled red buttons
that always seemed to be sticking out through whatever
she was wearing.
Early on, she had been proud of her chesty development
until the girls in her gym class had spited her in
their juvenile envy.  The very same girls who had been
her `best' friends the year before ostracized her when
her tits ballooned over the summer.  She was never
invited to any more parties, sleepovers, nor included
in the gossip.
The boys on the other hand, although they pestered her
a lot, mostly just looked, drooled and jacked off.
They were immature and the image she presented to them
made them nervous.  Even the quarterback of the
football team fumbled around her.  She had been the
chief actress in many a high school fantasy and wet
dream but ended up dateless on most Saturday nights.

When she did date, they went one of two ways.  Either
the boys were so overwhelmed with her beauty and
nearness that they creamed their shorts just sitting
beside her, or they would explode at her, and try to
rape her.  Those who exploded at her also exploded in
their shorts.  None of the immature bastards even tried
to kiss her.  It they had only known....
Her home life had not been much better.  Her mother
drank a lot, her father fooled around a lot, or at
least, that's what the neighbors said.  The times Karin
had liked best were when her mother was unconscious and
her father was `out of town'.  On those nights at
least, although she was alone, neither one of them
would beat her or humiliate her.

So it was not surprising that when Mr. Saunders, a
wealthy businessman from the big city, showed an
interest in her, she was drawn to him.  He had chanced
to see her walking home from school as he drove through
her small town.  He had been looking for a service
station.  He was so impressed he decided to stay and
look into this statuesque creature.  He was a big man,
tall and handsome.  She looked like she would be an
ideal set piece for him.

When he approached her, he did so without fear or
nervousness.  Not at all like the boys who stammered
and gasped.  As she thought back, she figured she must
have fallen in love with him when he introduced
himself.  He treated her so kind, and was the perfect
gentleman on every one of their dates.  He didn't try
to kiss her or have sex with her or touch her during
their whirlwind courtship.  Never once did she sense he
had soiled himself.  She took this to be a measure of
his self-control.  In her short life, Karen had never
met a man like Bill Saunders.  Not because he was a
gentleman, intelligent and refined, but because he was
gay.
Bill's business was in a close-knit industry that
demanded a "normal" family image and he desperately
needed a wife.  His initial assessment of Karin was
confirmed as he researched her family and the boring
little town:  Karin was the perfect trophy wife.
Beautiful and dumb, a girl no one cared about.
He quietly gave her parents $10,000 cash at their
daughter's wedding to forget about her.  No phone
calls, no letters, no visits, no contact at all.  With
that much money for booze, it was guaranteed they
wouldn't remember anything for long.
Bill had insisted that Karin pack up everything that
was hers in her parents house and bring it with her
when she moved to the big city.  He wanted no traces of
her left behind, no little articles or knick-knacks to
stir long forgotten memories in her parents minds of
their one and only child.
He needn't have bothered.  Her parents had resented her
from her conception.  Her striking beauty and aloofness
had only infuriated them more.  They resented how plain
and ordinary she made them feel.  They accused her of
disdain.  Karin was already forgotten before she and
her new husband had left town following the small
reception.  Her parents both drank themselves to death
within two months.  The local banker, seeking to curry
favor with the big city businessman, contacted Bill
about their deaths.  Bill didn't tell Karin, so she
didn't go to the funeral.

The marriage had been six months ago and her brief, 6-
month marriage to the 55-year-old successful
businessman was a total failure.  Nothing worked
between them.  No matter what she tried, no matter how
hard she worked to please him, she always upset him.
She couldn't relate to her husband's work or his
education.  She never thought it might not be her
fault.

The fa㌢de of her fairy-tale marriage to the handsome
Bill Saunders had started cracking on their wedding
night.  He had complained of a headache, of all things,
that first night.  The second night he passed out
drunk, something she was used to.  The honeymoon had
ended abruptly with a well-planned emergency in another
city.  He apologized, but was sure she would
understand.
Other business trips came up and he was away for weeks
at a time.  When he was home, he came back from the
office late at night.  She had been married for six
months and was still a virgin.  To her way of thinking,
she had been a failure as a daughter, she had been a
failure in high school and now she was a failure as a
wife.

She even thought she was a failure as a woman.  She had
realized her husband was gay early on, but thought she
was the reason for it.  At first it was the pool man
who only came to clean the pool when Bill was home.
The job always seemed to take two people, especially
the part that took them into the cabana out behind the
pool.  It wasn't until she needed to turn off the pool
filter one day and looked for the filter equipment in
the small outbuilding that she found there was no
reason for them to be in there.

Lately it had been the butler that didn't butler.  Her
new home was a big house and she initially appreciated
the gesture from Bill to provide her with some help.
She didn't think twice about the butler moving into the
quarters off the kitchen.  That's what a butler did.
But this one did more.  And less.  He was absolutely no
help to her around the house.  As time passed, the
relationship between the three of them became tense.
The normal roles of husband and wife were mixed up
helter skelter.

Karin became more and more isolated and alone.  She had
nowhere to go and no one to turn to.  She never went
out, she didn't drive, and she had no friends.  She
didn't know anyone but Bill and the household staff.
The cook only spoke Spanish, the gardener was deaf, and
the butler, well, the butler resented her very
existence.  That had been made very clear to her two
weeks ago.
Two weeks ago, Bill and the "butler", Bruce, had
surprised her as she lay sunning herself by the pool.
Bill insisted that she maintain her youthful appearance
and beauty.  He liked her to appear as if they had
spent time on the islands, so she spent as much of her
time in the sun as possible.  As his trophy wife, she
had the finest clothes to wear, and, of course, the
tiniest bikinis.
That afternoon, as she lay soaking up the last of the
day's light, the two men had quietly sneaked up behind
her and overpowered her.  She had been immediately
blindfolded.  A thick hand towel had been stuffed,
crammed in her mouth by one of them.  Bruce, she
thought.  Her arms had been pulled hard behind her back
as she lay struggling on her stomach.  Her assailant
tied them with a piece of stiff twine or wire.  It was
tied tight and cut deeply into her wrists.  There was
no love or tenderness in either of the men's actions.
She had been picked up, thrown over a shoulder, and
hauled like an old rug down into the basement.  There,
they had strung her up and proceeded to torment her as
only two misogynistic men were capable of.
Her hands had been re-tied from behind her back to the
thick pipes running overhead, leaving her feet dangling
about two inches off the floor.  As tall as she was,
her feet didn't reach the floor to support her.  They
had not bothered to take off her skimpy covering, but
merely pushed the tiny triangles of her bikini top up
off her firm tits and yanked the bottoms down around
her thighs.  Doing it that way made her feel more
exposed and naked than if she had been completely nude.
Bruce, the sadistic butler, had started slapping her
firm tits with his hands.  He had to reach up to hit
her chest, but he still managed to hit her hard.  He
was a wimpy, emasculated, effeminate man and was
jealous of Karin's femininity.  He was especially
jealous of her natural charm and beauty and above all,
her perfectly rounded tits.
He began to work her tits over, going from slapping
them side to side to using them as a punching bag,
hitting them straight on with his closed fists.  Karin
screamed into the towel gag as the blows jarred her
body.  He was working so hard that the sweat was
running down, staining his silk pajamas.  Sadist that
he was, he got excited beating up a helpless woman.
His erection tented the loose-fitting pants until the
tip slipped out between the buttons of the fly.  The
short pink organ was highlighted against the black
shiny fabric.

Bill watched as Bruce tormented the stupid country girl
that he had married.  That's essentially how he thought
of the cunt.  Too dumb to boil water.  But with her
folks gone, he figured he could be a respectable
widower in a year of so.  No one would miss the bitch.

Until then, though, he figured he might as well get all
the mileage out of little wifey as he could.  This
whole brutality thing had been the butler's idea.  It
hadn't escaped his notice that it had been Bruce's idea
that had gotten him into this mess with the big Hong
Kong bank in the first place.  Now it was the butler's
idea to get out of that trouble with the bank by
prostituting his wife to the bank's president.  All
they had to do was to get Karin to go along with the
idea.  Bruce had convinced him that beating the shit
out of her was the only way to convince her to follow
through with it even if they weren't around to make
sure.
Bill watched the barbaric butler beat on Karin a little
longer.  He wasn't sure but he thought he detected a
subtle change in the girl's reactions to the punishing
blows.  Her screams had softened to moans and were
coming less frequently, but that could be exhaustion.
Her pink nipples seemed to be puffing up and darkening
in hue, but that could be due to the beating they were
taking.  He was not an expert in female sexual
responses - he had never had an interest in it - but he
thought he noticed moisture seeping from between her
flailing thighs.  That one had him stumped.
For her part, Karin had been taken by surprise by her
reactions.  The blindfold confused her and she couldn't
get her bearings.  She never realized how much she
relied on her sight.  She wondered if perhaps they were
just playing a trick on her.  Then she thought they
were really kidnappers, until they spoke to one another
and she recognized their voices.  Why would her husband
want to do this to her?

The ropes around her wrists had hurt, but there was
also another deeper feeling building insider her she
couldn't quite put her finger on.  It was like it was
OK what was happening.  It was like security blanket,
the feeling that she was not in control.  Whatever
happened, she was not responsible, there was no
pressure on her to act in any particular way.  She
couldn't screw this up.  It was comforting in a strange
way and she relaxed and let it happen to her.
She had gone limp as they had lifted her and allowed
them to hoist her over a shoulder.  She didn't resist
as they had strung her from the overhead pipes in the
basement.  She had blushed, unnoticed, when her breasts
and pussy had been exposed, but that blush quickly
faded as Bruce, she had guessed correctly, had started
slapping and then punching her in the tits and tummy.

The initial slaps had surprised her and the sudden pain
in her boobs had made her scream.  It was the only
defense she had left.  The pain had quickly been
replaced by surprisingly intense pleasant feelings that
zipped straight to her cunt.  The wonderful tingling
had built with each slap and punch of her tits.  Tensed
and primed by endless hours of using her finger as her
sole source of pleasure, the virgin wife was quickly
teetering on the edge of a ripping climax.  For the
first time in her life, she felt really alive.  She was
charged up.  Something wonderful was going to happen,
she could feel it building in her sopping cunt.

Whether Bruce sensed her impending orgasm, or whether
he just got lucky doesn't matter much, because just as
she was about to free fall over the edge, he punched
the defenseless dangling girl in her relaxed, untrained
stomach with two powerful jabs.   The air was forced
completely from her lungs, squelching any possibility
of her pending orgasm.  Bill stepped in to stop the
raging butler from doing too much damage to the gasping
woman.  They did, after all, have to keep her in
relatively good shape for her `date'.
"My turn, Brucie.  Why don't you rest a while?"

Bruce was in a blood rage and wasn't about to quit.
All the frustrations he had had all his life at having
a female mind and a male body were finally coming out.
Anger at all the teasing from the other kids.  Anger
that this cunt was his lover's legal wife.  He turned
to Bill, whining.  "Just a little longer, Bill.  The
bitch deserves it."

"No, Bruce.  That's not the reason we're here, now, is
it?  We can't be selling damaged goods to this client
now, can we?"

The mention of the banker calmed Bruce down.  That mean
son of a bitch would make this beating seem like a
ballroom dance lesson.  Bruce had worked for the banker
up until last year.  The banker had fired him after it
was discovered Bruce had embezzled a lot of money from
him.  More than a lot.  Too much money for the bank to
publicly admit to, and still keep the confidence of its
depositors.  Way too much for the banker to admit to
the board of directors and still keep his job.

Bruce had been well aware of the banker's reputation
with the ladies.  The ones he dated always seemed to
have trouble sitting down - or even moving without a
gasp of pain, for that matter - after a `date' with
him.  After talking with a couple of them, quietly, of
course, Bruce had discovered that the banker liked to
tie up his unsuspecting victims, then spank and whip
them mercilessly.  Bruce had never known a girl to
voluntarily go on a second date with the banker.

Bill was not aware that the banker and Bruce knew each
other.  Bill was the rich patsy Bruce was using to pay
the banker back for the money he had stolen.  The money
that could be skimmed from the new building loan for
the new manufacturing plant should more than cover his
losses.  The rest was just gravy for the banker.

Being the thorough man that he was, the banker
researched all potential relationships before he made a
move.  Bruce, the flaming gay, had been forced on the
bank by the fucking liberals and their EEOC policies.
He had simply shown up in his department with the
access codes.  Those idiots in Personnel hadn't even
done a resume check.  By the time the money was
missing, it was too late to point fingers.  It was his
responsibility by then.  And he was pissed.

So when he finally did move to get his due, he applied
the screws to both Bill and Bruce.  He had them right
where he wanted them.  He had been quietly pressing
Bruce to get his money back, and then began
blackmailing Bill when he found out he was gay, and was
that Bruce was living with him.  Butler, my ass...

He had seen Karin by the pool on one of his rare visits
to Bill's mansion.  That day he had been there to pick
up a late payment, and his mood was foul.  He had
walked by the huge windows that overlooked the pool,
automatically glanced out, a flash of color catching
his attention.  He nearly stumbled over a chair as he
had done a double take at the sight of the beautiful
near-naked creature lying there.  His research had not
picked up this piece of information.  His eyes had
glazed over, his heart beat like a trip hammer and his
cock swelled up like a young bull in mating season.  He
let the two faggots know of a way to cancel the rest of
the debt.  Just one weekend with the girl.  Longer, if
it worked out.

The two gay lovers couldn't agree fast enough to give
him Karin.  Any way he wanted her.  Bill didn't mention
that she was his wife, but it wouldn't have mattered to
the banker.  They made arrangements for three weeks
hence.  She would be moved to an isolated apartment,
unprotected, no alarms and no neighbors.  Bill smiled
coldly as he thought of the perfect location.  All they
had to do was get her to cooperate for the first part
of the date.

Bruce thought that with the bitch out of the way and
out of the house, he could consolidate his position
with this rich businessman.  For his part, Bill felt he
had to protect his business at all costs.  Karin, to
him, was simply an asset he was finally able to put to
use.  The banker had threatened to expose him to his
more pious colleagues, and he couldn't let that happen.
They would drum him out of business within a month.
They wouldn't even need proof.  Just the rumor.  God
knows he'd ruined one of his more pesky competitors
that way and had passed on his share of gossip that he
was sure had no basis in truth.  He was in a precarious
position, and he knew it.  Karin was a write-off.  So
was Bruce, as soon as this was finished.

So they ended up in the basement, with Bruce using
Karin as a punching bag to get her to agree to the
deal.

Bill stepped up to the gasping girl.  Tears leaked out
below the blindfold and streaked down her flushed
cheeks.  Reaching out with both hands, he captured a
bruised swollen nipple between each thumb and
forefinger.  Somewhat distastefully, he rolled them
around, stimulated the hard buttons until they puffed
up even larger.

"Karin, I want you to listen very carefully.  I need
you to do something for me.  It's very important.  If
you don't agree to do it, I'm afraid that I'm going to
have to let Bruce hit you some more until you do.  Do
you understand me?"

Karin fearfully nodded her head in the direction of the
voice.  She wasn't afraid of what Bruce might do to
her.  She was afraid, because this was the most words
he had spoken to her since the day they were married.
And he was talking to her as if she were an adult, too.
If it was that important, she just knew she would mess
it up.

"I want you to escort a friend of mine to a dance at a
convention.  He is a very important man and you will be
nice to him. OK?"

Again she nodded, puzzled.  All this for a date?

Bill twisted her nipples viciously, threatening to rip
them off.

"I mean very nice, bitch.  Do you understand what I
mean?  You will do anything he wants, right?
Anything!"

The tight twisting of her nipples sent Karin over the
edge she had been close to before the wind was knocked
out of her.  Skyrockets of light burst in her head and
her cunt gushed slippery fluids down her long tanned
thighs.  She whipped her head back and forth in her
ecstasy, screaming into the towel.  This was better
than her fingers by a long ways.

"Right, bitch?" Bill demanded again, emphasizing the
question with another sadistic twist.

Coming down from her orgasm, Karin weakly nodded her
agreement.

"What a fucking whore!" muttered Bruce, standing off to
one side.  "A fucking good-for-nothing cunt!"  He had
wanted her to resist.  He had dreamed of her resisting,
ever since Bill had agreed to this bizarre technique.

Turning to Bill, he pleaded, "Let me give her some
more, just to make sure she understands.  Please?"

"No," came the answer.

Bill looked at the hanging girl.  He noticed the
excessive wetness between her thighs and poked an
exploratory finger up into her pussy.

Karin jerked spastically at the unaccustomed intrusion
by someone else's finger.

His manicured finger slithered between her slick puffy
lips and entered her virginal tunnel.  Part way in, the
tip encountered a tough membrane.

A look of surprise crossed his face, followed quickly
by outright rage.

"You BITCH!" he exploded,  "You're still a fucking
VIRGIN!  I figured you would have at least gotten rid
of it in high school.  Shit!  You're too fucking stupid
to have even done that right"

He looked around in a blind rage, seeking something,
anything, to show her how incredibly worthless she was.
Spying the perfect object, he grinned wickedly.  It was
just what he wanted.  He stepped over to the cleaning
closet and pulled out a soiled, stinking toilet
plunger.  Pulling a condom from the pocket of his open
robe, he ripped opened the foil and slipped it onto the
dirty wooden handle.

Bruce watched the proceedings with excited bright eyes,
his stubby hardon bouncing with each beat of his
rapidly beating heart.  This was going to be even
better than he had dared hope.  He quivered with
anticipation, his hand lost in the folds of his pajamas
as he stroked his puny dick.

Bill strode back over to his suspended wife.  He set
the plunger on the floor next to her.  Reaching up he
grabbed the bottoms of her bikini and jerked the
useless fabric off her thighs.

"Bruce, hold her legs apart.  We've got a block in the
plumbing and a helper to help," he said maliciously.

Bruce quickly moved behind the dazed girl and squatted
down.  He wanted to see this close up.  This should
finish the bitch.  Raped by the plumber's helper.  He
grabbed an ankle in each hand and spread them as wide
as he could.

Karin was now struggling as best she could, but she was
tired.  She had been hanging for almost 30 minutes and
her shoulders and arms were sore from the strain.  Each
weak kick of her legs jerked her stressed joints
painfully.  It couldn't be good what they had planned.
She had never heard such an evil tone, from anyone,
much less her husband.  She suddenly realized she
didn't really know this man.  She cried out fearfully,
but it was too late.  Her strength was sapped.

Bruce didn't have too difficult a job to spread her
shapely legs and expose the target to Bill's advancing
plunger.  He gripped her slim ankles tighter than he
needed to, leaving angry red marks on them.

Karin was not aware that she was about to be
mechanically violated.  She had heard the two men
talking.  She figured out that Bill was going to
finally make her a woman.  If it hadn't been for his
anger and tone of voice, she would have been excited
about it because she had waited for six months for him
to exercise his conjugal rights.  And now he was.

She was unprepared for the sudden jab of the long hard
handle into her cunt.  The unlubricated condom
irritated the sensitive tender skin in her cunt.  After
advancing about two inches, the blunted head hit her
hymen.  She screamed into the thick towel gagging her.
The pain was blinding, different than before.  This
just fucking hurt.

Bill nodded silently to Bruce, who tightened his grip
on her ankles.  With a fierce hateful yell and a
twisting lunge, Bill shoved the handle forcefully into
Karin's virgin tunnel, forcing the handle of the
plunger past the thin membrane barrier.  It parted with
an almost audible tearing sound.

Karin screamed into the gag in horror, almost freeing
her legs from the vicious grasp.  White hot flashes
coursed through her body.  Searing, horrible pain.
This was awful.

The handle continued in until the serial numbers on the
condom covering the top of it were hidden in her soft
pussy hairs.  Bill yanked the handle out, then jabbed
the handle in, then out, then in and out twice more.
Satisfied that the disgusting unused conjugal passage
was now clear, and his precious reputation protected,
he set the toilet plunger down carefully on the
basement floor.  He wiped his shit covered hands on her
heaving tits.

Bruce and Bill untied Karin's hands and let her drop
heavily to the floor.  Her rubbery legs wouldn't
support her.  They left her lying there to come to by
herself.  Bill also left the bloody rubber on the
handle of the stinking plunger.  He wanted that bloody
post to be the first thing that she saw.  He hoped she
realized it for what it was - her first lover.

Chapter 2That had been two weeks ago.

Karin had crawled painfully up the stairs out of the
basement, then up more stairs to her room.  She hurt
all over.  She was confused.  The next day, she was
efficiently moved to a small apartment in one of the
company's commercial warehouses downtown.  Not an
excess word was exchanged between the three of them.
Bill had the cook had come in to her room early in the
morning and pack a few of her things while she was in
the shower.  By the time she made her way out of the
bathroom, there was a pair of shorts and a halter-top
laid out on the bed.  She dressed herself in those and
she left the mansion in a taxi.  She wasn't offered any
breakfast.

The building they moved her into was in one of the
older industrial sections of town.  The apartment had
it's own separate entrance via the parking garage.
Originally it had been designed to house an on-site
General Manager of a factory.  Built in the twenties or
thirties, it was big and solid.  One of the previous
owners had sealed off and isolated from the work area.
The factory was long since abandoned, and the building
was now used as an overflow storehouse for raw
materials.  The inside of the warehouse was gritty with
dirt, vermin and disuse.  The apartment, although
separate, had been vacant for a long time and some of
the grime of the warehouse filtered into it.  It was
dirty, smelly, and in the middle of nowhere.  As far as
she knew, Bill had intended this to be an insult to
her.

She identified with the little apartment, however.  It
felt like she and it belonged together.

Just before she had closed the door to the taxi, the
cook had shoved an envelope into her hands.  She sat
down and read the short, terse note inside.  She
learned that Bill had provided her a bank account.
Each week, money would be deposited into the account
automatically, provided she 'behaved herself.'  Food
would be delivered by a `local' store, all she had to
do was call and order.  There were directions for her
to go shopping for a suitable dress at a fancy boutique
the next week.

Bill would have been astonished had he seen his beaten
wife's expression.  Karin was literally astonished at
her new wealth and the wonderful apartment.  She had
more money now than she ever had before, and she was
happy to be alone on her own.  She sat for a long time
on the dirty couch, hugging herself, laughing joyously
at her freedom.

She immediately threw herself into various diversions.
Part of the first day was spent examining the rooms,
determining what needed to be done to fix up the old
apartment.  There was surprisingly little to do, other
than cleaning.  It had apparently been a luxury
apartment at one time with an extra-large bath, a
beautiful rooftop patio with a hot tub, and good
quality solid furniture.  But that had been several
years ago, as was obvious from the out of date fabric
and fashion of the furnishings.

Karin had plunged into what she knew best.  Hell, it
was all she knew how to do.  Housework.  She had swept
and cleaned and scrubbed, put up new drapes. dusted and
swept and mopped the floors. The activity helped keep
her mind occupied.  For about a day and a half.  Then
she set about re-arranging the furniture to her liking.

During the re-arranging process, she discovered that
Bill had lived in the apartment, long ago, when he was
just starting out.  This must have been one of the
first buildings to house his company's manufacturing
plant.  She discovered a section of a diary kept by a
much younger Bill.  The bound notebook had been wedged
down behind a section of a bookcase and the wall.  It
had apparently fallen down and was forgotten when he
moved out.  She didn't know at first what it was and
was about to toss it out when a clipping from an old
newspaper fluttered to the ground.

Picking up the clipping, she read it.  Her interest
piqued, she leafed through the book, looking for other
information.  What she found stunned her.  The diary
picked up in the middle of an involved plot, as this
was just one section of a multi-volume diary.  The more
she read, the more familiar names she read, names she
had heard in the last six months.  They were the names
of Bill's competitors and clients.  Some were
unfamiliar.  But she got the gist of it.  In Bill's own
writing were detailed plots he had made to destroy one
of his rivals.  As far as she could see, the only thing
the rival had done was to be an honest businessman.
There were several sneering passages about how goody-
goody the bastard was.

At first, she thought the plotting had just been
theories, mock rage stuff. Then, as she read the daily
entries, the chilling story unfolded. It told how,
after careful planning, Bill had set in motion a
fabrication of lies and half-truths that had wiped the
man out.  The passages became savage, describing the
depths to which the man had fallen.  Bill described how
the man had come to him, not knowing it had been Bill
who had planned and started the whole thing.  Bill
described how he had `helped' the guy out - for a
price, of course.  That price was a partnership in the
failing company.

What chilled Karin to the bone was that the old
newspaper clipping was the story of the gruesome murder-
suicide of the broken man and his wife.  A couple of
the passages in the diary led her to believe it had not
been a voluntary suicide, but that someone, namely
Bill, had been there to help him out of his misery.
The same misery Bill had put him in.

The thought that Bill was that calculating, that cold,
that unfeeling hit her like a hammer.  It suddenly
became very clear to her that she had to grow up, take
charge of her life.  Now, this didn't happen like a
bolt of lightning from the sky, but the mental shift
was there.  Being alone and on her own for the first
time helped.  But she also realized that she was
totally unprepared for living in a cruel world.

Such deep thoughts were frightening to her.  She tried
to keep as busy as she could during the day by
exploring the blocks surrounding the apartment.  She
would walk for hours, pushing her body until the
soreness from the beating was indistinguishable from
the soreness of the overworked muscles.  Gradually, she
healed.  She was even able to wear heavier blouses and
shirts over her tenderized breasts.  She had been
receiving a lot of cat-calls and wolf whistles on her
walks around the area.  Some of the guys were gross,
but a couple of them were cute, too.  Although she
still wasn't comfortable with all the attention blatant
sexuality, she was making tremendous strides in her
level of self-confidence.  Besides, she kind of liked
turning on all those men.

She had discovered, drained, cleaned and filled the hot
tub on the terrace, and was pleasantly surprised when
it ran perfectly.  It had been an exorbitant luxury
when it was installed 20-25 years ago and it had been
built to last.  She enjoyed the hot soothing bubbling
water often in the evenings.  It felt so decadent to be
naked in the middle of downtown and outside in the open
air.  She spent hours soaking in the bubbling water,
letting the soothing currents soak away the last of her
aches and pains.  She kind of zoned out in the hot tub.
The cares of the day and the fears of tomorrow faded
away.  But eventually she had to get out of the water.
To try to sleep.  It seemed to her that she would lay
in bed all night long as her thoughts raced forwards to
her date.  She wondered what the man would be like.
What would he ask her to do?  Could she do it?  Could
she not do it?

Then the itching would start.  It was the kind of itch
she couldn't quite scratch.  But she tried to and she
would almost succeed.  She would then remember those
intense feelings she had felt in the basement at the
hands of those two sadistic brutes.  Fresh tears of
humiliation would fill her eyes as she realized just
how turned on she had been at the rough treatment they
had given her.  Her cheeks would flame red with her
shame, but even embarrassment could not diminish the
rising urgency of her need.

Pushing her shame aside, she focused on trying to feel
that same sexual rush again.  Her fingers blurred in
between her legs in frustrated persistence as the itch
wouldn't go away and she couldn't get off.  After
several frustrating nights, she started doing things to
try to get herself off.  Like pinching her nipples
hard.  Like Bill had done that night that had felt
soooo goood.

That stimulus worked for a while, but it wasn't enough.
Something was missing.  She started to play with some
old cords from the drapes, first twisting them around
her legs, binding them tightly together.  The heat she
felt in her sex told her she was on the right track.
While her feet and legs were tied, she fantasized about
being totally controlled, totally restrained.  The idea
made her hotter and wetter between her legs.

She tried running the cords through her legs and
pulling the twisted strands up tight against her pussy.
She twisted the ends in her hands and sawed the braided
coarse rope back and forth across her clit.  She
managed to cum a couple of times that way, too, but
something was still missing.

These limited excursions led to her attempting full
self-bondage.  First she would tie her ankles together
and secure them to the foot of the bed with a short
rope.  She tied her knees together next.  She put
another band of cords across her calves and one around
her mid-thighs.  Again, the tightly tied ropes cut into
her skin, dividing her shapely pins into segments.

She would then twist a rope belt around her waist and
knot it tight, squeezing in her waspish waist.  She
could then run a rope through her tightly closed
thighs.  She tied one end to the belt in the small of
her back and pulled the rope in front up tight between
her cunt lips so that it pressed against her clit and
her asshole.  She didn't tie the front until later.

She had pondered what to do about her breasts, and had
tried many ways to stimulate them.  She finally came up
with a way that satisfied her.  A loop of thin cord was
placed around the base of each tit, hard against her
chest.  She pulled each of the loops tight as if to try
to separate her tits from her chest.  A second loop
placed about midway up around each ballooning boob was
tied with a slipknot.  She held the ends of those in
her mouth.

She then pulled the cunt cord firmly into her pussy and
tied it to the corded belt in front.  A cord looped
around the post in the headboard ended in a slipknot to
hold her hands up over her head.  By pulling the knot
tight after raising her arms over her head and slipping
her hands through the slip knot, she could close her
eyes and pretend she was tied tight, thrashing around
on the over-sized canopied bed.

She would spend hours in this position at night working
out her sexual frustrations, flexing her hips to rub
the cord against her magic button, stimulating herself
to orgasm after orgasm.  But there was still something
missing.  It just wasn't complete, somehow.  She was
frustrated that she had to leave an escape route by
tying a bowknot in the cord that tied her arms to the
headboard.

The only time she really got off and lost herself in
the feeling of helplessness was the time the cord
holding her arms over her head twisted and got a kink
in it.  The knot stuck and there was a half-hour of
panic-filled orgasmic struggling.  She so enjoyed that
time, she seriously contemplated not using an escape
route and just masturbating herself until she died of
starvation.

But if she did that, she would miss her appointment
with the mysterious stranger.  And that date and that
unknown man were becoming increasingly important to
her.  Call it curiosity, call it duty.  She didn't
know.  All she knew was that he was important to Bill
and that Bill owed him something.  She felt no loyalty
to her faux husband anymore, but she had said she would
do this.  Her word had to mean something, right?

Added to all of the mysteriousness was one burning bit
of information.  Probably the most important one to
her.  As she had left the mansion for the last time,
Bruce had maliciously pulled her aside.  With evil
intent, he had instructed her very specifically to ask
the man she was going out with to do something to her.
Something kinky.  She was to ask him to tie her up and
then to spank her.  While telling her to do this, Bruce
had threatened her with a very large knife that had
frightened her terribly, especially because Bruce was
the one holding it and she thought he was crazy.

Bruce had intended that this information about what she
was suppose to ask the man to do to her that night
would terrorize her, scare her out of her mind.  It did
just the opposite.  Those sinister instructions he had
whispered to her fed her nighttime fantasies.  She was
very much looking forward to her 'date' with the
mysterious man.

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Karin shook her head to clear these thoughts.  She
still stood in front of the full-length mirror on her
closet door.  She had deliberated a long time about
what she would wear tonight.  She had spent longer
shopping at the exclusive boutique.  She didn't know
her mystery man's name, or anything about him.  He was
just a blind date she was to ask to do kinky things to
her.

The titillating thrill had a slight taste of fear mixed
in as it swept through her at the thought of the
unknown adventure on which she was embarking.  Goose
bumps rose on her silky skin.  She watched in the
mirror as the tiny bumps slowly faded away and she
shivered again.  Her perfect, silky skin covering her
breasts was clear once more.

The effects of the beating and rape by Bill and Bruce
had faded on her skin, if not in her memory.  She
examined her youthful body closely.  Other than the
goose bumps that were still visible on the rosy tips of
her breasts, her body was flawless.  The bumps on her
boobs made a miniature circular mountain range with the
semi-erect nipple in the center.  Her breasts rode firm
and high on her chest, the effects of age and gravity
not yet evident.  Small triangular patches of creamy
white skin surrounded by a golden tan indicated the
minuscule size of her bikini top.

A similar white triangle pointed like an arrow to the
secret place between her legs.  The rest of her body
was a healthy golden tan, but not a deep one.  She did
not want to have to deal with anymore wrinkles than she
had to later on in life.  She pulled on a thin black
thong panty that just covered the white triangle.  It
would be her sole undergarment tonight.

Her nylon stockings gripped the tops of her shapely
thighs.  Her long legs were accented by the sheen of
the fabric.  The distinctly feminine curves of her
upper thighs held them up with ease, with no need for
garters or leg bands.

She had to honestly evaluate herself as beautiful and
desirable.  This ability to appraise herself honestly
was new to her.  Her shyness was rapidly slipping away
as she turned into a woman who would make her own
decisions from now on.  Why a man had never fuck her
was a mystery to her, especially as she had been
married for six months!  Her increased sexual tensions
in the last two weeks heightened her awareness of her
sensuality and sex appeal.  She was going to go all out
tonight.  She wanted to be fucked, and soon.

Picking up her dress, she slipped it over her head and
let it settle gracefully over her trim body.  The dress
was ivory white on top with a jet-black micro skirt.
The fabric was translucent and filmy, like fine satin.
Reaching behind her waist, she zipped up the short
zipper and fastened the single hook closure at the top.
This pulled the close-fitting material in tight across
her upper thighs, hips, and lower abdomen.  She looked
closely and could see the faint dark outline of the
black panties over her pubic patch, as well as every
hair, dimple and ripple as she moved.  The stretchy
fabric molded to her like a second skin and it would be
obvious to everyone who looked exactly what she was
wearing underneath her short skirt.

There was no back to the upper part of the dress
starting from the top of the skirt.  The creamy white
front panel hung loosely around her body, dangling
precariously from a pair of fragile thin spaghetti
straps that tied behind her neck.  Karin tied the
straps a couple of times, adjusting the scooped neck to
hang at different levels, finally deciding on a length
that allowed the front of the dress to readily fall
away from her chest.  When that happened, it exposed
her completely from her neck to her navel.  When she
twirled around, the wind would catch the sides of the
dress, billowing them out to expose her magnificent
breasts from the sides.

"Well, that should give him an eye-full!" she said to
no one in particular.  She experimented with the dress,
spinning around a couple of times.  "I hope he likes
it.  I know I do."

She selected a pair of high heels that accentuated her
height.  The five-inch heels pushed her to almost six
and a half feet tall.  She had no idea of the
devastating impact her height would have on a short man
or one of average stature.  She only knew she looked
very sexy in these heels, and she wanted to look sexy
for this mystery man.  How would he know she wanted him
to fuck her senseless if she didn't look sexy for him?

She had just thrown a sheer white shawl around her
shoulders when the limo arrived in the downstairs
parking garage.  Just like his message had said.  The
note, with a white wrist corsage, had been delivered to
her apartment this morning.  There was no name, just
that a driver would show for her at 6:00 sharp, and to
please be prompt.

The driver got out of the car and rang the bell.  She
hurried to the elevator and went down to meet the
waiting driver.

The stoic chauffeur gave a visible start when he saw
the extraordinary beauty who stood in the open
elevator.  He gave an embarrassed grin at his lapse,
then bowed formally and opened the rear door of the
limo for her.  She stepped gracefully into the
luxurious passenger area and settled back into a
decadently soft leather seat.  The windows were tinted
so dark, Karin imagined she could be naked and no one
outside would know.

A glass of freshly poured champagne was waiting for her
on the small tray beside her seat.  She picked it up
and took a sip.  It was delicious and the bubbles
tickled her nose.  She hardly noticed they had pulled
away from the curb and were on the way to meet her
mysterious man.

Two glasses of bubbly later the car drove into the
underground garage of a large downtown corporate
building.  The driver pulled up next to a brightly-lit
elevator door.

"Top floor, Miss," said the driver, turning around.  He
paused, stunned once more by her beauty.
Uncharacteristically he added, "Have a good time."

She flashed him a sincere 'Thank you' smile and stepped
out of the car.

Her 5-inch heels caught her by surprise when she took
her first steps.  She stumbled slightly when one
slipped off her foot.  She was not quite used to
wearing them.  The alcohol made her kind of tipsy, as
well.  As she bent to retrieve her errant shoe, she
thought of the childhood fairy tale and the glass
slipper.  An uncharacteristic giggle took control of
her and eased some of the building tension in her.
Finished putting her shoe on, she stood and walked
purposefully over to the open elevator.  She stepped
in, surveyed her options, and giggled again.  No more
champagne for her!

She paused and took a deep breath, clearing her head.
This was it, time to get serious.  She pushed the top
button, waving goodbye to the driver as the door closed
on her past.  She was on her way.  She wondered if
Cinderella had been this scared on her way to the ball.

Chapter 3
The elevator doors opened silently on a sumptuous
boardroom that had been converted into a ballroom.
There was music playing, performed by a live 8-piece
orchestra.  Karin was impressed.  Not that she had ever
seen a room this nice before.  She had never heard a
live orchestra before.  She stood still and let the
soothing sounds steady her nerves.  Several people
looked up as the opening doors announced her arrival.
She stepped out of the elevator and waited, her hands
hanging easily by her side.  This was as far as her
instructions took her.  She had not screwed it up.
That part of her was gone forever.

A well-dressed man stepped forward to meet her.  "Karin
Saunders?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm Karin."

He smiled warmly at her and held out his hand.
"Welcome to the President's Ball.  Thank you so much
for coming.  My name is 'Sam Adams', and I am to be
your escort for the evening."  He continued in a
conspiratorial tone, as if she were being let in on a
secret. "This is an annual event.  All of the men here
are presidents of their companies."

While he was speaking to her, she tried to scope him
out with a casual glance.  What she saw started her
heart racing.  Her breath came in short gasps.  She
knew her cheeks were flushing crimson and that she was
now staring at him openly.  She did manage to close her
mouth before it gaped all the way open.  She felt her
nipples harden and poke through the thin fabric of the
dress.  She began to wonder if she had made a mistake
about flaunting herself so openly tonight.

Sam Adams was a handsome man.  Definitely!  He looked
to be about 45 years old and tall.  He was taller than
she was in her heels.  He had a strong face, rugged
features, and kind eyes that crinkled when he grinned.
She saw his eyes dance excitedly as he looked her over
as well, his gaze dwelling briefly on her exposed
nipples.  She blushed deeply again, but knew
instinctively that the dress had not been a mistake.
Tonight she would get fucked.  Finally!

His chest was broad and his waist was slim.  He
obviously kept himself in top shape and watched his
diet.  She took his offered hand in hers and smiled up
at him.  His hand was smooth but strong.  It excited
her to touch him, stirring her emotions.  There were no
sharp calluses or nails.  A man of wealth, but what
else had she expected?

He had been appraising her at the same time.  What he
saw set his sex drive on overload.  It was all he could
do to keep from ravishing her right there on the floor.
It had been done before at these affairs, and often.
He had seen a lot of potential in the young girl that
one time he had seen her lying by the pool.  But this
was more than he had even hoped to imagine.

She was a statuesque beauty - a vision of sexual
delight and promise.  But the was more.  There was
something about the look in her eyes that kept him from
being able to catch his breath, as if she had a grip on
his heart.  It was an unaccustomed feeling for him.

Taking her wrap and giving it to the hatcheck girl, he
caught his breath once more as her gown was completely
revealed to him.  It confirmed what he had only
suspected.  She was totally on display for him tonight.
He was enough of a cad to appreciate the effort she had
gone to for him.  He could see her nipples as they
peeked through the thin fabric of the loose top.  Her
trim waist was highlighted by the hint of her miniscule
panties, and, as she walked in front of him into the
ballroom, he thought he could imagine the dark thin
line of the narrow thong as it disappeared into her ass
crack.  Her tightly covered cheeks tantalized him as
they swayed back and forth.

Walking into the main area was like something out of an
investment commercial, the one where every one listens
when this guy speaks.  Everyone stopped to look at
them.  The orchestra just happened to stop playing at
the same time.  Karin surveyed the room.

There were several men in attendance, all of them with
that certain air of self-confidence that made them seem
debonair and handsome, regardless of their drivers
license photo.  They were obviously men of wealth.
There were a few other women scattered around the room,
as well.  All of the women were young and pretty, some
were beautiful, but none of them were close to Karin's
class.  She stood out not only because of her height,
but because her poise and beauty set her apart as
something truly special.

Sam was gloating inside, beaming graciously outside.
He had just won the contest for best date.  It was
sophomoric, he knew, but still, it was a big deal.
Winning that contest meant that the next President's
Ball would be at his company building.  That meant he
personally would get a percentage of all of the
`contracts' negotiated on his premises.  It was a point
of honor among the members of the club to be truthful
about the amounts of the contracts negotiated.  The
disclosure of the parties involved was another matter
entirely, as the majority of those deals were probably
illegal.  But what the SEC didn't know.

And besides all that, the pot for tonight's best date
was over $100,000 cash, tax-free.  Sam allowed a touch
of smugness to touch his gracious smile.  This
arrangement with those two queers was beginning to pay
off already.  And he had yet to have his way with the
guy's wife!

Sam asked Karin to dance.  They moved around the floor
effortlessly.  They fit together perfectly, and they
danced as if they had danced a thousand times before.
The first time he twirled her, his pupils widened at
the peep show presented to him by the billowing dress.

She saw his eyes glitter when his gaze dropped to her
tits.  She smiled happily up at him.  He liked her!

He saw that she had caught him looking at her chest and
grinned sheepishly.  It wasn't often that a woman -
just a girl, actually - could make him feel like a
bumbling teenager again.

She saw his chagrined look and leaned her head against
his chest with a sigh.  She felt so safe with him.
Sam.  Sam Adams.  It was a good name.  One she would
remember for a long time.  They continued dancing and
then he dipped her.  The twin perky nipples of her
breasts floated on globes of spongy flesh, slipping out
from under the edge of the fabric.  It looked like they
winked up at him.  He couldn't resist the tempting
treat they offered.  He bent his head and kissed each
one lightly before raising her back upright.

She giggled, her heart pounding.  Her head was
spinning, thrilled at the illicit sensations he had
given her.  She hugged herself to him tightly.

"Oh, Sam!  That tickled!"  It was clear she wanted him
to do it some more.

He grinned to himself and lowered his hand to stroke
her ass.  His hand automatically molded to the rounded
shape of her cheeks and squeezed firmly.  After kissing
her exposed nipples, he felt more in control of the
situation.  He was back in command, something he was
used to.  Still, her mere presence in his arms sent a
thrill through him he had not felt in years, if ever.
His swollen cock dug into her stomach as they continued
to dance, holding each other tight.

She felt his hard flesh rubbing up against her body and
moaned.  She took every opportunity to grind her
throbbing pussy into his thigh.  She was going to cum
soon.  She was suddenly frightened, wondering if
perhaps that type of lewd display would displease him.
She grit her teeth and held on to him tighter.  Her hot
moist breath saturated his starched white shirt.

He seemed to read her mind as to the perilous closeness
of her climax.  He casually danced her over to a table
and they sat down.  Her breathing slowly calmed down,
and she smiled her thanks to him with her clear blue
eyes.  Sam sat silently, entranced with this young
girl, drinking in her beauty and grace and the raw
sexual aura she exuded.

Within minutes of them sitting down, one of the other
gentlemen approached their table and asked her to dance
with him.  She immediately looked up at Sam, silently
looking to him for direction, for what he wished her to
do.  He seemed somehow pleased at her actions.  He
nodded that it was `OK'.

She danced with that first gentleman and with most of
the other men in the room, as well.  Maybe all of them,
she wasn't sure.  She only knew that she hardly sat
down at all for a long time.  Some of her partners were
shorter and stared straight at her boobs the entire
time they danced.  Others were as tall or taller than
Sam.  To a man, they danced with her respectfully
without groping, but each one twirled her around or
dipped her, somehow managing to catch a close-up view
of her magnificent unfettered breasts.

It was after she had danced with Thomas Jefferson and
George Washington, among others, that Karin finally
figured out that the men at the dance were using false
names.  Why they were doing this, she didn't know.  She
also wondered casually who 'Sam Adams' really was, but
strangely, it didn't concern her a whole lot.  She was
certain he would reveal himself to her when he was
ready.  She didn't seem overly concerned that she could
not identify the building she was in, nor could she
identify by name a single individual at the dance.
There was no sense that she was in danger and it didn't
enter her thoughts at all.

After each dance, each with a different partner, she
returned to Sam and sat beside him.  Almost
immediately, another club member would ask her to
dance.  Each time, she would look up to Sam for his
permission.  He smiled his approval at her behavior and
deference to him.  His approval pleased her beyond
anything she had felt before.  This stranger she had
not known for more than two hours was making her feel
as she had never felt.  She honestly felt she would do
anything to please him.  She knew she could not mess up
with him.  That he approved of her.  He was a magical
man, this Sam Adams, whoever he was and Karin felt like
she was in a fairy tale.

Finally, as if by a signal, no one else asked her to
dance.  Sam indicated for her to sit in the seat beside
him and she sat down, waiting expectantly.  When
nothing happened after a couple of minutes, she
snuggled into Sam's side, relaxing.  It felt good to
get off her feet for a while.  Just being next to him
was turning her on again, though, and she squirmed
impatiently in her chair.

They sat and watched the others dancing by.  Sam seemed
content to have her sit silently beside him for now.
The dancing she had done with the other gentlemen had
warmed her up.  Rivulets of sweat dripped down her
chest making the thin fabric cling to her skin and
appear transparent.  Her tits were proudly on display
for everyone to see.  Everyone who passed their table
looked appreciatively at her near naked beauty.

Still impatient, she decided to go for it.  She didn't
know how to ask him to spank her and she just jumped
in.  "I haven't been too naughty tonight, have I?" she
asked coyly.

"Well, Karin, let's see now.  If you had been naughty,
I would have to spank you, wouldn't I?" he answered
teasingly.

Her heart jumped to her throat.  There!  It was out in
the open.  Oh, please, God.  Please!  She turned in her
chair, facing him.  Slowly and deliberately, she leaned
forward slightly and thrust out her chest while
shimmying her shoulders, exposing herself to him alone.
"Is this naughty?" she asked him innocently.  She
shimmied her shoulders again so that her breasts
jiggled invitingly.  The blatant movement of her tits
made her blush becomingly.  She had never acted so
brazen in her entire life.

"I'd say it was very naughty, wouldn't you?" he
murmured to her, not taking his eyes off her bobbing
breasts for one instant.  With the index finger of each
hand, he caught the edges of the front panel of her
dress and pulled it towards him.  The fabric pulled
away from her body, and from his point of view, she was
exposed from her neck to her navel.

"Oh my!  Yes, I'm afraid so." she said quietly.  "I've
never done anything like this before.  You make me want
to do the most naughty things."  Her voice got quiet.
"Does that mean you're going to spank me now?"

Sam wasn't sure if she was anxious to be spanked, or
afraid.  "Yes, I'm going to spank you..."

She gasped as a small, but definite orgasm rippled
through her body.  Sam noticed and smiled to himself.
She was perfect.

"...but not now.  Later."

"Oooohhhhh, yyyeess," she sighed.  "Will it be hard?"
Still in the quiet voice.  Sam decided it must be
wistful.

"Yes, it will be hard.  And long."

"Oooohhhhh, YYEESS," came her quiet answer.  She was
wet and ready for him now.  Right there.  On the floor.
She didn't care.

Sam stood and took her hand.  She stood up obediently
and he led her out onto the dance floor.  As they began
dancing, he took her hands in his, kissed the palms of
each and then placed them behind her neck.  She
quivered with excitement at this strange posture he
wanted her in.  Her excitement inflamed his lust,
making the front of his pants bulge with promise.  He
nudged and encouraged his pupil until she inter-laced
her fingers behind her neck and spread her elbows wide,
a quizzical, hopeful look on her face.

Smiling reassuringly at her, he moved in closely to her
offered body and held her close to his own.  He could
feel her pulsating tension.  When she started to move
her hands down, he pinched her firmly on her buttock.
She gasped at the sudden pain, winced and then, with
his encouragement, raised her hands back to the
position he wanted them in.  She looked up at him with
a hurt wonderment in her eyes.  Karin was not used to
having someone else dictate anything to her.  She was
experiencing the first glorious feelings of total
surrender to another's will.  She drank it down as if
she was dying of thirst.

With her hands remaining clasped behind her neck, Sam
began to take liberties with her luscious body right
there on the dance floor.  He brazenly slipped his
hands up under the front panel of her dress and
possessively cupped her a succulent breast in each of
his large hands.  They fit nicely over the curved orbs,
but there was still plenty left over.

He began to tease and torment the dazed woman.  Her
breathing became even more ragged and she began to
loose her balance.  He grinned knowingly, placed his
arm around her tiny waist, and pulled her lower torso
against his lower body.  He made her lean back slightly
to give him easier access to her tits.  She willingly
complied.  She was literally falling into him as they
swayed softly to the sensual music.

Rolling her stiff nipples softly between his fingers,
he watched her reactions.  Gasping slightly, she gazed
up into his eyes but didn't flinch or pull away.  Her
shallow breathing became more rapid.  Excited little
mewls and moans escaped from her throat, music to his
ears.  The blood rose up from her throat into her neck
and then her cheeks.  She was not embarrassed, just
excited.  A slow smile twitched at the corners of her
lips.

"Am I naughty to let you do this to me? she asked him
teasingly.

"Very naughty," he said in mock seriousness.  "I'm
going to have to punish you really hard."  He roughly
twisted her nipples back and forth, pulling them
outwards slightly for emphasis.

"Oh, oh oh OH OH OH OH OH!"  Her eyes took on a
slightly defocus look and she shuddered, leaning all of
her weight against him for support.

He continued to gently roll her nipples throughout her
orgasm to stimulate her as much as possible.  As she
came back to her senses, he pulled her into his chest.
She relaxed into him and smiled up at him.

"Thank you, Sam."  She lifted her lips up to his face
for a kiss.

He complied.  "That was just the beginning, kid.  Just
the beginning."

They continued to dance for a while, his hands a
constant source of arousal.  She drifted along in his
arms, felling no embarrassment at what he did to her or
at what he exposed to the others watching.  For her the
others didn't exist.  Only Sam.  Her Sam.  For their
part, the other club members sat and enjoyed the show.
They had all seen it before, but still, they
appreciated the skill of `Sam' and the beauty of the
innocent girl.  The other women who were present were
engaged in similar activities as Karin.  Some had had
more of an idea of what would be expected and were
actively satisfying their partners.  One or two had
resisted the blatant advances and had been restrained
and forced to comply.  The coercion of the women
bothered some, but the anonymity provided by the event
allowed them to rationalize that their reputations, if
not their consciences, were clear.

------------------------------------------------------

Back in the isolated apartment, he danced with her
again.  Sam had selected some music while Karin was in
the bathroom freshening up.  Actually, she was shaking
so much with sexual frustration and excitement she
could barely pee.  Sam had turned off all the lights
but one overhead spotlight.  This light was now turned
to create a circle of light in the center of the floor.
The rest of the room was in deep shadows.

She had finally gathered back together a semblance of
composure, but then lost it when she stepped into the
dramatically lit living room.  All she could see on him
were his two hands and forearms where they intersected
the circle of light, inviting her into the circle.  She
tried not to seem to eager as she walked into the light
and felt his arms around her once more.  Her heart felt
like it was in her throat and she had to fight to take
a breath.

When Sam finally felt the tension began to ease from
her body, he began to move her around, always keeping
her centered in the light.  She had thought he was bold
in the ballroom, but here he really let loose.  Her
hands were placed back behind her neck again.  This
time he held them there, adding an extra dash of spice.
Using them as a grip, he pulled her face up to his.
Kissing her gently and tenderly, he tasted her lips and
eyes.  The salty taste of her tears intrigued him, but
he saw they were tears of joy.  There was no
hesitation, no pulling back from him or his advances.
In fact, it seemed that she rushed to meet his lips and
fingers as they violated her.  His kisses became more
insistent until their tongues were thickly entwined.
Both of them were breathing hard, their feet moving
only slightly.

He pulled back a bit and placed a tender kiss on her
forehead.  She closed her eyes in sheer pleasure.  They
were dancing close.  It was a dream, a fairy tale.

Sam reached down with one hand and fingered her butt
after pulling the hem of her dress up to expose it.
She giggled at his touch on her bare ass and moved the
firm flesh lewdly up and down under his wandering
finger.

Not satisfied to be passive, she experimentally rubbed
his crotch with her thigh, teasing him as he had been
teasing her all night long.  She felt his hardness move
back and forth in his slacks.  He groaned slightly, but
did nothing to stop her.  She grinned up at his
reddened face, his mouth open, panting.  She pressed
harder against his erection and felt him shudder.

"Now you've done it!  You've been a naughty girl
tonight, Karin," he said to her.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, you have.  I'm going to have to punish you for
being so naughty."

"Oooh.  How are you going to punish me?"  Karin and Sam
were nose to nose, speaking softly to each other.  She
saw he was pleased when she played the role of an
innocent little girl, asking him na<ve questions in a
tiny voice.  It excited her, too, to let him explain in
detail what would have.  Kind of like a verbal
foreplay.

"Well, normally little girls who are as naughty as you
have been get spanked.  I'm inclined to agree."

She continued the game.  "Are you going to spank me
hard?"

He nodded seriously.  "Yes.  It wouldn't be much of a
spanking if it weren't hard, now, would it?"  He
fondled her bottom, still bare from his earlier
groping.  "I much prefer to give spankings on the bare
bottom, too."

"Oh, Sir!  If you do that, spank me on my bare bottom,
you may have to tie my hands."  She looked down shyly.
"I, uh, I don't know if I could keep them still.  You
would help me, wouldn't you?"  She glanced back up to
see a happy man.

"Yes, Karin, I think I may be able to help you."  He
cleared his throat.  Games were fine, but there was
business to attend to.  "Enough of this."

He eased her hands down to her sides.  Kissing her
gently on the lips he said, "Dance for me, Karin."  He
sat down and made himself comfortable.  "Be naughty.
Be very naughty for me."

The music was still playing softly in the background.
Karin stood in a brilliant pool of light in the center
of a darkened room.  Slowly, she began to sway to the
sensuous music Sam had put on.  She stood in one spot
on the floor and let the erotic sounds ease through her
limber body.  The straps of her dress came loose with a
jerk on one end.  The small thin strands slithered off
her shoulders and down to her breasts.

Only her erect nipples and his imagination held up the
top of the dress.

Karin pirouetted suddenly in perfect time to the music.
As she turned, the fabric flowed away from her body,
revealing her upper body to him completely.  She
brought her hands up to cup her tits and began to
caress herself.  She pretended these were his hands and
let herself go as she made love to herself for him
alone.  She wanted to arouse him, inflame him, to
incite him to do all kinds of wicked, wonderful and
terrible things to her.  She wanted to push him to go
beyond his limits, to fulfill himself by using her
body.

She fingered her nipples, pinching them between her
long fingernails.  Her elongated buttons were tortured
and tantalized by the nails, finally being stretched
and pulled out as far as she could pull them.  Her tiny
hands copied the things his hands had done to her,
arousing her, teasing, and tormenting until she
shuddered with her release of erotic tension.

She slowly eased the zipper of the dress down the crack
of her ass.  With a sexy shimmy, the dress fell in a
little heap on the floor.  Her hands found their way
underneath her panties to her cunt.  Her legs spread
slightly and she eased one slender finger down along
her dripping slit.  Her breath came in short gasps as
she went straight for her throbbing clit.

Standing up, Sam stopped her before she push herself
over the edge for her second climax.  "I think that's
enough for right now."

She threw her arms around his neck and buried her face
in his neck.

"Are you really going to spank me, Sam?"  she asked
him.  There was more than a little anxiety in her
voice.  Games were one thing, this was real.

"Yes"

"Hard?"

"Yes"

She held him tighter, not daring to ask the next
question.

"Sam?"

"What?"

"Are you going to fuck me afterwards?"

He paused at the question.  He knew he was going to,
but he suddenly wanted this to be mutual.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes," she said softly, without hesitation.

"Should I fuck you hard?" he teased.

"And long, too," she quipped back, her anxiety gone,
lifted by his calm and controlled demeanor.  He would
not hurt her in a frenzy.  Then seriously, "Please,
Sam?  Please?"

"Yes."

He pulled off his tie, took her wrists and held them
firmly behind her back.  She squirmed against him, but
didn't resist.  He looped the tie around her wrists,
pulled the silk tight and knotted it firmly.  She
groaned and kissed him deeply.

"It's OK if you hurt me.  I can take it."  The barely
audible words were whispered directly into his ear.
The shakiness in her voice belied her brave words.

Her eagerness to please him stirred something within
him he had not felt before.  He moved his hands down
over her buttocks, marveling at the smooth silkiness of
her firm skin.  He squeezed tightly in answer to her
question, as he did not trust his own voice at the
moment.

Moving his hands up, he took her by her shoulders and
turned her around to face away from him.  His hands
moved caressingly down her smooth back, bumping along
each vertebra on the way down to her ass.  She wiggled
her hips impatiently as she shivered at the tickling
sensations of his hands.  He slapped her ass cheeks
lightly to make her stand still.  That brought a giggle
from her.  His hands continued their exploration down
along each leg and back up between them to end at her
sopping pussy.  He stepped back.

She stood there, an living statue of perfect nakedness,
hands tied behind her back, wearing only a tiny pair of
black thong panties that just covered her puffy lips,
thigh high stockings and high heels.  A small drop of
glistening moisture creeping down the side of her inner
thigh indicated her arousal.

He smiled.  He enjoyed the view of her from the rear.
He imagined what her smooth silky ass would look like
shortly, after he had reddened it with his hand and his
belt.  The mental image of her crimson cheeks was
suddenly so real, he could feel the heat from it in his
hands already.  Stepping up close behind her, he
reached around her and took a pliant tit in each hand.
Slowly, he began kneading the firm fleshy mounds,
increasing the pressure until she gasped from the
arousal and pleasurable pain he was bringing her.

He bent his head and grabbed her ear lobe with his
teeth.  A sharp bite brought a groan of pleasure from
her core.  He grinned and knew she would take a hard
beating and love it.

Her nipples, already aroused, hardened and stiffened
with the continued manipulation of her tits.  He
grabbed them between his first finger and thumb and
rolled them around.  She sagged back into him, her
hands tied behind her trapped in between their bodies.
Her lithe fingers scrabbled into his crotch, seeking
his cock.  He teased her and shifted his body,
reluctantly moving his throbbing prick away from her
grasp.  Just another indication of who was in charge.

Karin turned her head and captured his mouth with hers.
He allowed her this victory.  Soon she would have no
more opportunity.  Soon.

Her tongue probed his mouth, tasting his arousal,
telegraphing her own to him.  He dueled with her
tongue, following it back into her mouth.  As his
tongue plunged into her oral cavity, he tweaked her
swollen nipples savagely.  She responded by sucking his
tongue like a small cock.  He moved back up behind her
and allowed her hands to caress his swollen member.

She frantically managed to get the zipper on his pants
down and free him.  The pre-come on the tip got on her
hands, lubricating them.  She formed a warm tunnel with
her clasped hands and he began to lightly fuck in and
out.

"YYYES," she groaned.

"I think you're ready for your punishment."

"Please, not too hard."

"I think you want it hard, don't you?  You like it
hard, don't you."

"No, no, please..."  She hesitated.  She was afraid to
tell him, afraid not to.  She went for it.  "I-I-I
don't know.  I've never done this before."  She started
to break down.  "I'm sorry if I disappoint you."

"Well, well, well.  I thought as much."

She looked back up over her shoulder at him, fear, hope
and lust all evident in her teary eyes.

He continued speaking softly to her.  "Thank you for
telling me the truth.  You will not disappoint me.  But
although this is your first time, I will not hold back.
I will take you as far as I think you can go, push you
to the edge.  I don't know where that is, yet, but
we'll see, my love, won't we."

That said, he pulled a wooden chair into the circle of
light.  He took her elbow, and pulled her over to the
straight-backed chair.  Before sitting down, he quietly
pulled off his belt.  She didn't see this, as he had
turned her and bent her over slightly so he could
admire the way her firm ass stretched tight.  The black
fabric of her thong created a stark contrast against
the creamy smooth skin of her buttocks.  He ran his
hands lightly over those soon to be heated cheeks, and
he maneuvered her so she ended up lying over his legs.
She groaned at his light caresses.

"Count," he commanded.

She gave a small whimper as his hand continued to
explore her ass, becoming more assertive as it ventured
over and into her most private areas.  Her legs spread
slightly, allowing him easier access.  He ran a finger
lightly up the crack of her ass, stopping to gently
probe at the tight ring of her anus.  A sharp intake of
air told him this was probably a virgin hole, at least
for now.

Drawing his thick fingers lower, he dipped lightly into
her wet slit.  Her copious fluids were tangible
evidence of her arousal at being bound and of her
reaction to the anticipated pain.  He spread the
swollen ruby lips and looked at the pinkish glistening
flower of her femininity.  At the lower apex, he could
just make out the knobby sentinel of her clit.  Poking
at it with his finger brought an immediate squirming
response from her and a swelling of pride from the
sentinel.  Grasping at the prideful knob with his
fingers, he rolled it gently around.

"OH OH OH OH!!!  I'm going to cum, don't stop, don't
stop, oh, Please please  please."

He quickly pulled his hand up and brought it down
sharply on her right ass cheek.

"AAAAAWWWWW," she screamed, shuddering as she came.

Another sharp slap on her left cheek produced another
wail of sensuous anguish.

He reinserted his still damp finger into her twat,
beginning a slow in and out motion.  Her body responded
by humping desperately back on his hand, trying to get
as much contact and penetration as possible.  This
motion also caused her hip to rub over his bare prick,
making it swell to even greater proportions.

Sensing his throbbing organ under her hips, she began
to wildly wiggle her hips up against him and around his
lap until she had maneuvered the mushroom shaped head
of his prick to slide under her thigh and lodge against
her clit.  Only the thin fabric of her panties blocked
his entry into her tunnel.  A low animalistic growl
came from deep in her throat as she settled her cunt
down firmly against this magnificent intruder.

Wryly smiling at such aggressive behavior from a
submissive, he continued to alternatively spank and
probe her for a long time.  Her ass cheeks began to
glow a charming rose color with areas of deeper
redness.  After that first climax, Karin remained
balanced just on the edge of another orgasm, the
tension building up inside her body.

Slipping his fingers under the thin band at the waist
of her panties, he pulled the thong up tight against
her ass hole and deep into her slit.  She moaned her
approval of this new pressure.  Steeling himself, he
gave the panties a hard yank, ripping the flimsy
garment from her loins.  Bucking his hips, he
maneuvered his cock up against the opening of her cunt.
Her excited movements caused him an exquisite feeling
as he nudged the head of his cock into her cunt.

Reaching down to the floor beside him, he picked up the
belt he had dropped there earlier.  Judging the time
was right and that her ass was well conditioned to
accept this greater level of punishment, he swung his
hand up and then down, catching her across the taut
part of her ass with the doubled up belt.

There was a sudden whoosh of air and then silence as
her brain tried to make sense of the confusing signals
it was receiving.  Gradually, he felt a slight shaking
build up inside her body, much like an epileptic
seizure.  Accompanying this shaking was a high keening
sound.  Not a scream, but more like steam escaping.

"OOOOHHHH SSSSHHHIIIIIIIIT. I'M CUMING   I'M
CUUUUUUUMING AGAIN, OH FUCK."

Her cunt gripped his partially buried prick, squeezing
the head in a velvet glove of indescribable tightness.
Seizing the moment, he raised his hand and delivered
another sharp blow to her ass.  Again and again, he
swatted her ass with the belt, concentrating on the
fleshy part that jiggled after each hard blow.  Then he
began to swat her lower down, bringing his hand up from
underneath to catch her at the juncture of her thighs
and ass.  This brought the belt into direct contact
with her aching cunt and asshole.

Throughout this beating she continued to scream and
shake.  One orgasm rolled into the next one for several
minutes, each one greater than the last.  Her hips
pistoned and humped up and down on his meat, hungry for
more and more of him in her.  The pain in her ass was
intense, but it only increased the pleasure she was
feeling.

As the belt continued to caress her cunt and asshole,
painting a deep red color, a sudden burst of bright
light filled her head.  Something snapped in her mind.
All resistance to Sam and the wondrous pain they were
sharing was swept away as was her fear.  She knew this
was the element that had been missing before, this
bondage and pain or discipline was what she craved.
There was a second burst of light, and she lost all
sanity, sliding softly down into a single dimension
existence.  She only felt.  She focused on the
sensations.  His next stroke landed right on top of her
pulsating vaginal lips, causing her to arch her back,
bowing her body across his lap.  The only point of
contact between them his cock partially buried in her
cunt.

Collapsing from her fantastic spasm, she fell limp
across his legs.  Amazed at her reaction to his belt,
he gently palmed her ass with one hand, soothing the
burning in those now fiery red orbs.  Taking advantage
of her relaxed state, he moved his other hand around
and inserted his thumb into her sopping cunt.  Rubbing
up against his still inserted prick, he thoroughly
moistened his thumb up to the second knuckle.  Then,
using her own juices as lubrication, he firmly pushed
his fat thumb into her now unresisting anal ring.  With
a soft plop and without even a groan from her, he
worked his thumb all the way up into her dark recesses.

He continued to soothingly rub her ass with his hand as
he twisted his thumb around in her rectum.  Flexing the
thumb brought a stirring from her as she pushed her ass
back up against his hand.  She felt strangely filled
with the intrusion into her ass.  She had never taken
anything up her ass, not even her own fingers.  Now
this thumb had her aching for something more and bigger
up her shit chute.  Maybe it was his spanking of her
ass that had aroused these feelings within her.

She continued to push back onto his thumb, seeking both
the filling of her ass and the comfort of the soothing
rubbing.  This movement allowed his cock to escape the
tight confines of her cunt.  With a cry of emptiness,
she continued to move back.  Because of his thumb up
her butt, she didn't go to her knees, but moved back
until she was standing bent over at the waist beside
his chair.  Her hands were still tied behind her back.

As she slid back, his cock rubbed first along her
stomach and then moved up between her swollen and
sensitive tits towards her chin.  Finally, she was
staring at his ruddy tool.  She had never contemplated
sucking on a man's penis, but when she saw it winking
at her, she had to have it inside her.  She opened her
mouth wide and awkwardly lunged at the wobbling shaft.

After a couple of tries, she was able to capture his
cock in her mouth.  Without hesitation she plunged down
on that long hard cock.  The helmeted head bumped into
the back of her throat.  She savored the feel of his
hardness filling her oral cavity before she moved her
head down more, sliding this wonderful hardness
smoothly down her gullet.  The tightness of her throat
was intensified when she began sucking on the root of
his organ.  Once she was totally full of his cock, she
slowly lifted her head off his prick, keeping the
suction high the whole way up to the flared rim on the
head.

To Sam it felt like his prick was being gripped and
pulled by a velvet sleeve.  Up and down she moved her
head, fucking his meat to the root on each stroke.  He
put his free hand on the back of her head and tangled
her hair in his strong fingers.  He didn't regulate her
movements except to keep her from coming all the way
off his cock like she had the first time.  He wanted
her mouth on his meat the whole time.  Slowly she built
up her pace until she matched the rhythm of the thrusts
of his thumb into her ass.

As the cock-sucking beauty ground her ass into his
thumb, he took his hand from the back of her head and
reached down under her.  There he grabbed one of her
swaying tits.  With a fierceness that bordered on
cruelty, he squeezed and twisted the firm mound,
leaving deep red finger marks in the soft flesh.  Then
he sharply swatted at one of the hanging globes,
knocking it into the other.

She responded by increasing her sucking.  Her tongue
teased and licked along the bottom and sides of his
huge manhood.  As she continued her efforts, he
suddenly tensed.  She felt his penis swell larger yet.
With a deep groan, he began to bathe her tonsils with
cum.  Simultaneously, his rough manipulation of her
tits and his thumb up her bunghole brought her to
another electrifying orgasmic spasm.

Slowly recovering from their mutual climax, he pulled
his thumb from her ass.  Her knees buckled and she
collapsed into a heap beside his chair, his deflating
cock still locked between her soft lips.  In her
awkward position, her swollen tits were pressed tightly
against the sharp edge of the seat of the chair,
bringing her titillating discomfort.  She didn't
complain.  His hand rested against the back of her
head, slowly stroking her fine golden hair.

Sam's head was thrown back and he was breathing heavily
through his open mouth.  The raw force of his orgasm
had surprised him.  He was also surprised by the
stiffness remaining in his cock.  Normally, once done,
he would quickly deflate.  But this kneeling beauty was
still sucking on a half erect cock.  Though she was
obviously a novice at this, she brought an enthusiasm
and willingness to her task that he found incredibly
stimulating.  He rested him chin on his chest as he
watched her labor over him.  This kid was incredible.
He was beginning to grow hard again.

Using her hair as a grip, he pulled her head up to
better position her mouth over his prick.  He began
giving her quiet instructions, how to use her lips and
tongue, to lick his balls, then suck them in and mouth
them gently.  He scooted forwards on the chair, giving
her access to his anus.  When he instructed her, she
licked him there without hesitation, rimming his tight
sphincter with her dainty tongue.  Then back to his hot
meat.

Groaning with a mixture of lust and exhaustion, she
worked her mouth around and around his growing slab.
She shuddered with palpable lust as she imagined that
hard slab of muscle shoving in and out of her unused
cunt, or maybe even back there.  The thought of doing
something so nasty as that sent a delicious thrill
through her.  With renewed effort, she sucked on him
harder.  With a grunt of disbelief from her date, a
sudden thickening of his cock preceded a fountain of
salty cream that spurt-spurt-spurt-spurt into her mouth
as a reward for her valiant efforts.  She swallowed her
second cum shake ever, and loved it.

Chapter 4

They both were still for a while, recuperating from the
intensity of the initial orgasms.  But there was a long
night ahead of them.  He still had a lot of
frustrations to work out.  Jerking Karin's hungry mouth
up off his prick by her long blonde hair, Sam stood up
suddenly.  Without his solid prick for support, she
collapsed in a lovely heap on the floor.  Even as she
oozed over onto her side, she was graceful and
alluring.  He gazed at her loveliness for a moment,
marveling once more at her beauty.

Then, leaning over her, he reached down and helped her
to her shaky feet.  She still had on the dark thigh-
high stockings and her high heels.  She swayed
unsteadily back and forth, finally leaning heavily into
him, resting her head on his broad chest.  They stayed
like that for several moments, he smelling the delicate
fragrance of her hair, she listening to the steady beat
of his heart.

They could have ended the kinky activities right then
and just gone into her bedroom and fucked the rest the
night and into the next day.  Or into the next week.
He had no doubt he would be able to rise to the
occasion repeatedly with this incredible woman simply
because she was lying beside him.  He had cum in her
mouth twice, and more importantly, he had stilled the
most urgent of the dark desires.  The urges surged up
within him without warning, as they had when he had
spied her by the pool those many weeks ago.  They could
only be still by the little sex games they had played
so far this evening.

Contrary to Bruce's opinion, he was not a mean bastard.
He did not hurt women just to cause pain.  In fact,
every woman he had ever tied up, spanked, or whipped
knew exactly what was going to happen before it
happened and each one had the opportunity to refuse.
Very few ever had refused him.  A very young Sam had
learned from an older lover that pain, for some women,
could enhance their sexual enjoyment.  This wizened
lover had taught him to watch for the signs of a
woman's arousal and of other signs when her limits were
reached.  Since they had gone their separate ways, he
had learned of other signs that told of a limit that
could be stretched, or of a desire for more.

This vixen he had secured for tonight had no limits he
could detect.  She incited his bloodlust as no partner
ever had before.  He wanted to push her, to find the
edges that defined this creature.  He wanted to give
her as much pleasure - and pain - as she could bear.
From his past experiences, he knew this Karin Saunders
was a rare find.

Moving her off his chest and into the crook of his
strong right arm to hold her up, he led her over to a
heavy leather upholstered chair he had positioned in
another part of the room.  He turned her to face away
from him and then moved carefully forward, forcing her
to move with him until the arm of the chair pressed
into the front of her thighs.  He pushed on her smooth
shoulders and bent her over the arm of the chair.  This
put her ass at just the right height for ramming his
cock in either of the orifices she offered up in that
position.  He told her to stay still, not to move.

He walked over to the wall and flipped two light
switches.  The first plunged the room into darkness,
turning out the single spotlight.  The second turned on
a spotlight he had adjusted to illuminate the heavy
leather chair.  The lighting was dramatic, but so much
stimulation came from the visual senses.

He stepped back to her and admired her standing there,
bent over the chair.  He ran his hand over the still
glowing cheeks of her smooth ass.  If he had read about
this in a story in a sex newsgroup, he wouldn't have
believed it was realistic, but the fact was he was
getting hard again.  This was highly unusual for him.
Hell, it was unusual for any male outside of erotic
fiction.

Taking advantage of her obedience at holding her pose,
he finished undressing.  He stopped to admire and touch
lightly the beauty before him twice more before he was
completely nude.  Bent over the arm of the chair, her
large tits were mashed into the rough leather
upholstery of the seat.  Her feet were spread wide at
his insistence, opening her up, inviting him to plunder
her treasures that she willingly exposed to his view.
Her hands, still bound, pressed into the small of her
back.  Her head was turned to the side, allowing her to
breathe.  Her eyes were closed tightly in anticipation
of his next action.
Padding barefoot into the kitchen, he quickly found
three dishtowels neatly folded in a cupboard.
Returning to the form bent over the chair, he tied one
trim ankle to back leg of the heavy chair with one of
the small towels.  Spreading her legs about 6 inches
wider than they were, he then secured the other ankle
to the front leg of the chair.
He met with no resistance from her during all of this.
She complied with his slightest indication or touch.
When he wanted her to move her foot, all it took was
the slightest pressure in the direction he wished her
to move.  He ran his hands up the outside of her legs,
lingering over the soft curves, marveling at their
firmness and tone.

He paused again when his hands reached her hips.  He
could still feel the heat radiating from her pink
cheeks.  He traced with his fingertip the criss-crossed
lines the leather belt had left on her unblemished
skin.  He noticed there were no marks from prior
beatings or spankings.  Usually, some untrained
dominant would get too excited, swing too hard, and
break the skin.  It always left a small mark, sometimes
imperceptible.

He looked closer, his grazing fingertip following and
caressing the areas examined by his eyes.  When he had
examined her ass, he kneeled down and examined the
backs of her thighs, knees and calves.  The skin in
this area was so soft and could be pulled tight by
being bent over, as she was now.  It could easily be
damaged if one was not extremely careful.  Again he
found no marks.  His excitement at the prospect of
truly having a novice was building.  That would be just
too good to be true.  It was a special thrill - as well
as a privilege and tremendous responsibility - to break
in a novice.  He stood up and moved behind her to
continue his examination of her arched back.  He leaned
over her, pressing his swelling cock into the crack of
her taut ass.  This exam also revealed no marks or
scars.  It was truly amazing.

He kneeled down in front of the chair and caressed her
mussed hair.  She moved her head to facilitate, turning
her face towards him.  She lazily opened her eyes and
slowly focused on his face.  She had felt it in his
caresses, now she could see the blazing excitement in
his eyes.  But there was more there, too.  There was a
battle with a darkness waging within him.  He needed to
exorcise that darkness, or learn to control it, before
it completely took him over.  Before he could speak,
she simply said, "More?  Please?"

He leaned over and gently kissed her sweaty cheek.  He
took the third towel and gagged her securely.  She
opened her mouth at his command and he filled it with
the knot he had tied in the center of the towel.  It
took some shoving but it was finally behind her teeth.
Without being told she turned her head away from him
and pointed her chin down so he could tie the towel
firmly behind her neck.  He swept her hair up off her
neck and tied the two ends of the towel tightly.  His
fingers lingered over the soft hairs at the back of her
neck.  She was so frail, so fragile, so trusting.  He
almost stopped as he toyed with those fine hairs, but
steeled himself to play out at least the rest of the
night.  Let tomorrow take care of tomorrow.  He shook
himself.  He was already thinking of tomorrow, the
future.  This was some scary bitch!

Finally, he untied her hands and retied them together
in front of her, extended over her head.  Using the
long free end of his tie, he pulled her hands and arms
up and over the other arm of the chair.  He fastened
the tie to the front leg of the chair.  Tying her arms
like that levered her head up and brought her torso
parallel to the seat cushion.  Her tits lifted up off
the leather seat cushion.  They swung freely, the
sensitive nipples just grazing the coarse leather,
sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Each wave ended at her cunt.
He kneeled down in front of the chair again.  She
turned her head to look at him.  Her eyes were shining
brightly.  His long and tender examination of her ass,
thighs and back had aroused her to a fever pitch.  She
was ready to explode at his first touch.

"Are you ready for your real punishment now, Karin?"
His voice was steady, betraying his intense arousal.
She nodded hesitantly, unsure what he meant by her
`real' punishment.  She had thought the spanking she
had just received was real enough.  But she was willing
to trust this handsome stranger.  Besides, she wasn't
really in a position to object.
"Are you sure, Karin?  If you've had enough, we can
stop."  He had thought he detected a bit of hesitation.
Best to be sure.
She gave him a confirming nod, no hesitation this time.
Returning to the straight-backed wooden chair he used
originally, he retrieved his belt.  As he slowly walked
back to the trussed woman, he admired once more the
perfect curves of this woman.  She was tensed, eager
for him to continue, to vent his rage on her virgin
flesh.
Swinging the belt back, he brought the smooth leather
hide forcefully into contact with her right thigh, just
above the back of the knee.  Her eyes flew open with
the unexpectedness of this sudden and very painful
attack.  The non-sexual pain seared up her leg, past
her cunt and drove deep into her belly, forming a knot
she couldn't breathe around.  She felt as if she would
vomit from the intensity of the pain.  The next stroke
was placed just above the last.  She began thrashing
about in panic, fear and her natural flight instinct
eradicating all vestiges of sensual pleasure from her
body.
Her gag kept her constant screaming to a quiet murmur.
He ignored her panicked jerking and worked up her right
thigh until the hard, fast blows were just below her
cunt lips.  The pain so close to her sexual core began
to arouse her again.  Groaning in disbelief at her
body's betrayal of her once again, she rolled her hips
sensuously, rubbing her mound against the arm of the
chair, seeking additional stimulation for her trembling
clit.
Just as she was about to leap into a tremendous cum, he
began on the other leg, starting just above her knee,
working the lashes slowly up to just below her ass.
The effect this time was the same as before.  The
overwhelming pain from the savage blows to the back of
her knee effectively blocked her pending orgasm.  Then,
as he worked his way higher on her leg, that arousal
returned, stronger than before.  This time it seemed to
be doubled, and she trembled excitedly as she waited
for the next blow to take her over the edge of the
climactic abyss.
He stopped for a moment to assess the effects of the
beating.  The backs of her widespread legs glowed with
a deep inner fire.  Because she was bent over and her
leg muscles were stretched tight, he knew she would
feel this whipping for several days.
But he also noticed the cunt juice leaking - hell,
flowing down her legs.  Bending down he placed his nose
just against her anus.  He could feel the vibrations in
his nose as she began screaming at his first light
touch.  Licking out with his tongue, he cleaned up her
salty musky legs.  Kneeling up under her crotch, he
tilted his head to fit his mouth to her cunt and sucked
as much of her into his mouth as he could.  She
continued to cream into his mouth and scream into the
towel.

The different stimuli he was giving her body were too
much for her to take.  She was torn between the pain
and the pleasure.  The one was so good, but the other
made that one even better.  She knew he would hurt her
again.  She wanted him to hurt her.  Somehow, she was
beginning to understand she needed to receive it as
much as he needed to give it.  But he was so gentle in
between it drove her crazy.  His slightest touch and
she would violently orgasm in a sexual release she had
never dreamed possible.  The difference between the two
sides to his lovemaking made her enjoy each of them
more.  She had lost track of the number of her orgasms.
It felt as if she had not stopped coming since she
stepped out of the elevator and saw him standing there
like a shy schoolboy.

His tongue left her twat and slid along her crack to
visit her ass hole.  He palmed her rosy ass cheeks and
placed his thumbs next to the tight rosebud.  With a
firm pressure, he spread her open in an obscene
invitation to come and visit.  She could barely move,
but she made the effort to thrust her exposed bunghole
out to him.  He felt her backward pressure and grinned
to himself.  She was a greedy bitch, and he meant that
in the nicest way possible.

Pushing lightly, he got an inch of his tongue into her
past her sphincter.  Slowly sawing in and out, he
massaged the ass muscle with his thick tongue.  New
thrills chased up her spine at this novel invasion.
She reached a new level of excitation and expectation.
There was no thought in her mind to stopping.  She
would accept whatever he wanted to do to her.

Sensing her heightened excitement, he left his butt
burrowing. He stood and moved to position himself next
to her.  Her arched back presented a perfect target for
whipping.  He started beating her high on her smooth
back, up next to her shoulders.  He used a figure `8'
stroke, criss-crossing his strokes all the way down her
back to the beginning swell of her ass cheeks.  His
strokes were firm and forceful, but not excessive.  He
wanted to carry her forward, past all her reservations
about pain and pleasure.  This beating was not intended
to stop her orgasm altogether, but rather to delay it
until every fiber of her body would be suffused with
sexual energy.

Karin writhed in glorious agony with the pain of the
beating and the emptiness of her cunt and ass hole.
She was not sure which pain is greater.  And these
sensations melded with her growing need to cum.  The
burning need in her loins, not just from the emptiness,
but from the need to be filled, to be used, to cramp
every muscle around a hot throbbing shaft of male
flesh.  All these sensations collided in her
inexperienced mind and blossomed into a full-blown
craving.  She started grunting rhythmically, in time to
the tattoo of the belt on her back

As the lashes approached her ass, the anticipation of
him striking her there became unbearable.  She swayed
her hips back and forth, trying to seduce him into
diverting the next blow, then the next, then the next.

Without warning, he leaned over and began to lash her
so that the thick end of the belt reached around her
side and smacked the tender sides of her swollen tits.
First on one side and then the other.  The surprise,
the pain, and the glorious sensations shot from the
tips of her swollen orbs directly to her clit.  She
began to cum, hard and long, without breaks.  She took
off like a rocket and never looked back.

After several deliberate measured direct hits on her
nipples, her system reached the extent of its
capability.  Her skyrocketing orgasm short-circuited
her brain and she swooned, collapsing in her bonds onto
the arms of the chair.  He saw his young victim faint
in the chair and stopped whipping her.

For long moments he stood beside her, amazed at her
endurance.  When his breathing evened out he moved
around behind her, between her legs.  He placed the
head of his cock at the entrance of her vagina.  He
held there, not moving, almost in reverence.  With a
single lunge, he shoved all ten inches of his re-
hardened cock into her sopping tunnel.  He fucked her
with a slow movement in and out, pulling out until only
the engorged head remained embedded inside of her.
Gradually, she regained her senses, thrilling to the
novel fullness of his cock moving inside her.  She
urged him as best she could to a faster fucking pace
with her limited hip movements, rotating and twisting
as much as her bonds would allow.

"So, you're back with the living?"

An enthusiastic nod 'yes.'

"Good.  I wouldn't want you to miss this next part."

He pulled himself out of her, much to her dismay.  She
tried to look back at him, her eyes tearing in sadness.
Positioning his cock head at her rear portal, he slowly
pushed forward.  He grabbed a creamy ass cheek in each
hand and pulled them apart as far as he could.  She
screamed into her gag.  The fat head of his cock pushed
hard against the straining sphincter, splitting it
wider and wider.  She thought she would be ripped
apart.  The pain was intense, worse than anything she
had ever felt before, including the rape with the
plunger.

Frantic thoughts ripped through her mind.  "He is too
big!  He will tear me up!  NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"

The head of his iron hard cock suddenly plopped past
the courageous, but over-matched involuntary muscle of
her asshole.  He stopped pushing as soon as it breached
that bottleneck to give her a chance to accommodate to
his size.  The pain in her butt eased slightly and she
was able to catch her breath.  The telephone pole in
her rectum was huge, but slowly her anal tissues
stretched out and relaxed.  The pain was replaced by an
oddly pleasant feeling of being stuffed in the nastiest
way possible.  She blushed at this new betrayal of her
untried body, closing her eyes as the erotic feelings
took possession of her.

He felt her tensions drain and slid forwards another
inch, burying more of himself into her.  She gasped at
this new invasion, but shoved her ass back up against
him as best she could, wanting more.  He accommodated
her wishes.  Still more of the hard cock slid up her
poop chute until finally, she felt his balls lightly
swinging against her cunt.

"I'm in."

His statement was one of amazed fact.  She nodded her
head.

"It's tight.  Your ass is so fucking tight.  It's the
absolute best!"

He slowly began to pump in and out.  She helped him as
much as she could.  Normally, on the two or three
occasions in his entire life he had gotten it up more
than twice, he had lasted almost an hour before he
blasted off the third time.  Never had he gone four
times in one evening, and the evening was still young.
But this time, because of the vice-tight grip of her
ass hole, he felt himself peaking after only 15 or so
strokes.

Feeling the inevitability of his eruption, he drove
himself quickly to conclusion.  As he blasted off, he
buried as much of his cock in her ass as he could,
squirting his juice deep into her bowels.  He fell
forward onto her striped back.  His prick deflated and
slithered out of the previously virgin hole with a soft
kissing sound.  His white cum leaked out for a little
while until her sphincter reinstated its tight seal on
the contents of her rectum.

Sam shook himself.  He went into her bathroom, and
looked through the medicine cabinet until he found the
things he was seeking.  He carried them back into the
living room, where he poured some lotion into his hands
to warm it up.  With her still bound to the chair he
began rubbing the healing and soothing lotion into her
legs, her back and her fuckable ass.  Last, he reached
under her and gently massaged her heaving tits with the
soothing lotion.

He untied her legs and removed the gag.  Leaving her
hands still tied in front of her, he loosened the tie
from the leg of the chair and helped her to her feet.
Placing her bound arms around his neck, her tied wrists
behind his neck, he gently lifted and carried her into
the bedroom.

He laid her down on the four poster canopied bed, then
stood and surveyed his surroundings.  She caught his
attention and held her hands out and up to him,
silently asking if they were to be untied.  He checked
the bonds to determine if they were cutting off the
blood or chaffing her wrists.  Seeing that they were
not too tight, he smiled and shook his head at her.
Her eyes got wide as she realized there was more in
store for her that night.  She closed her eyes and
relaxed into his will.  He smiled at her surrender, but
she didn't see it.

He took her hands and raised them over her head.  He
tied them with the loose end of his now wrinkled tie to
the headboard of her bed.  She was again fully exposed
to his whims.  His hands teased and caressed her
straining breasts.  Flicking her swollen nipples
sharply, he held up several clothespins, squeezing one
open and letting it snap shut.  Her eyes flew open at
the unfamiliar, but ominous sound.

"Ready for round two?" he asked her wickedly.  He
already knew her answer

Her eyes opened wide with realization that she had
finally met a man who could fulfill all of her
fantasies ... and more.  She groaned as he got up from
beside her.  She watched him silently as he wandered
around her room.  He made a motion as if to open her
dresser drawers, but looked to her for permission
before he actually explored her personal items.  She
nodded it was OK, an amused expression on her face.

When he finished with her dresser, he searched through
her bedside nightstand drawers, not sure what he was
looking for or what he would find.  He was still
learning about this bewitching girl on the bed.  To his
surprise, he found a couple of vibrating dildos.  Eight
and ten inches of solid shaking rubber.

Holding them up to her, he grinned.  "Isn't one enough
for you?"

She blushed, even though she knew he was teasing.  "I
just got them this week.  I, uh, I just wanted to have
something, uh, well, uh, I though I needed...."  She
changed her track.  "The lady at the store said to use
one at a time.  Since I didn't know what size I liked,
she gave me a couple of different sizes that she liked.
She said that way I could have variety.  But I haven't
used them, yet.  Honest!"  She blushed a deeper red at
that admission.

"Well, we'll have to try some variety, too."

He went to her dresser and retrieved two long scarves
he had seen there.  They were expensive, but he would
replace them later.  Fastening one to each of her
ankles, he secured her wide spread legs to the end
posts of the bed.  Taking a pillow, he shoved it under
her ass, elevating her blonde muff and further exposing
her cunt.  She watched him silently, her pounding heart
jiggling her tits with each pulse.  Her breathing had
settled down, but the anticipation was building in her.

He picked up the black 10-inch dildo and brought it up
close to her cunt.  Turning it on he rubbed the
realistic head over her clit.

"AAAAAHHHHHH  SHIT!  OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!!!!"

Her head snapped back into the mattress as the
electrifying sensations coursed through her body.  Her
juices began to flow again, lubricating her cunt walls.
Pushing the realistic cock head lower and in, he
inserted the dildo completely up her snatch.  The
vibrator was still on.  The unfamiliar vibrations
focused all her feelings in her loins.  With her eyes
closed and her head rolling around, she didn't see him
pick up the second rubber prick until he placed the
head to her lips.

"Suck it good, Karin. Get it good and wet."

She opened her mouth obediently and swallowed the hunk
of rubber as far as she could, making a gagging sound
as it hit the back of her throat.  It was smaller than
his cock, but this was stiff and unforgiving.  It was
harder to get down her throat at this angle, too.  But
she did manage it.  Shoving it in and out a couple of
times, he pulled it out and put the tip against her
anal sphincter.

"How's this for variety?" he asked her as he shoved the
smooth sided vibrator up her ass.

Since she was already stretched out from his thumb and
his cock, the spit-lubed rubber prick slid all the way
home with no discomfort.  With a twinkle in his smiling
eyes he turned this one on as well and turned to leave
the room.

With tension growing rapidly in her assailed genital
area, she watched him leave her room.  The clothespins
were lying there on the bed beside her.  They were the
new ones with tight springs.  She had just bought them
last week and hadn't even used them.  What they would
do to her if he used them she couldn't imagine, but
just thinking about the squeezing pain made her nipples
stand stiff and erect.  They were swollen with the
sudden surge of adrenaline pumped blood.  The constant
vibrations dominating her nether region were building
to a tantalizing promise of orgasmic release, but
without direct stimulation to her clit she knew she
couldn't climax.  The way he had tied her left her no
way to touch, rub, wiggle, or roll.  She started to
moan in glorious agony and laid back to enjoy the
tortuous ride that this mysterious man was taking her
on.

Several minutes passed.  She heard him in the other
parts of her apartment, opening and closing drawers and
cupboard doors.  Sometimes he would give a wicked
chuckle as he found something in the kitchen or the
other room that tickled his fancy.  She shuddered at
what was in store for her.

"Miss me?" he smirked as he stood over her in the
darkened bedroom.  She jumped, surprised at his
nearness.  She had drifted off into her own world of
tormented bliss and had not heard him come in.  He was
holding his hands behind his back.  He knelt down and
placed the items he had discovered on the floor, out of
her sight.  Leaning over her, he kissed her tenderly,
passionately on the lips.  He broke off with
difficulty.

Looking directly into her blue eyes, he asked, "Do you
want to go on?  The rest will be painful, but
rewarding.  I think it will be a new experience for
you".

She smiled at his comment.  "This has all been a new
experience for me."

"I thought as much.  Maybe you want to take it easy
your first time, save some for later?"

She was quiet for a minute.  Actually, there was no
decision for her to make, as she would rather die than
stop now.  It was just getting good, though her sanity
did rebel a little at the `this will be painful' part.
But a minor orgasmic spasm was passing through her at
the moment, and she wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.

But there was one question she had, one lingering
doubt.  "Are you doing this just for me, or will you
enjoy it, too?"

The question caught him off guard.  He had never had
one of his partners ask that question before.  He
laughed spontaneously before he could stop.  "Oh, yes,
Mrs. Saunders.  I'm going to enjoy this.  A lot!"

She tilted her head as if filtering out the truth from
the levity.  Satisfied with what she had heard, she
simply said, "Do it."

He kissed her, harder this time, more of his own
urgency in evidence.  He was careful not to touch her
anywhere where she might receive that critical
additional stimulation to push her over the edge.  She
groaned in anguish and frustration as he stood up, his
large prick standing at half-mast.  She opened her
mouth in a tight `O' and strained her neck as she
invited him to satisfy himself there.  He laughed at
her obvious attempts to divert him and then again at
her little-girl pout when she was found out.

He busied himself around her bed.  First three long
lengths of strong string were threaded up over the
canopy rods of the four-poster bed and pulled back down
so that the ends were resting on the mattress.  Next, a
two-inch rubber ball was produced.

"Open wide," he commanded.

Meekly, but with a growing anticipation and a bit of
fear, she obeyed.  She opened her mouth wide until he
could force the ball into her mouth.  The firm rubber
of the ball stretched her jaws wide.  He pulled out a
roll of duct tape and wrapped the tape over the ball in
her mouth, sealing it in her mouth.  He then completely
circled around her head with the tape twice.  It was
clearly overkill, but the psychological feeling of the
tape across her cheeks filled her with dread.  That's
what he was after.  He wanted her to feel her
helplessness flavored by a good dose of fear, terror,
and panic.  She could breathe only through her nose.

Before continuing, he waited for her breathing to
settle down.  He knew what she was feeling.  He wanted
her to.  But he wanted her to submit to him, trust him,
even in her terror.  He sat by her side and caressed
the soft skin of her cheek above and below the duct
tape.  Slowly the wildness, the terror drained from her
eyes.  This was all so new, so demanding of her trust.
It was what she had dreamed of, wished and prayed for,
but now that it was here, it was almost too much for
her.

Closing her eyes she fought for control of her
emotions.  But the darkness behind her eyes amplified
her terror.  Her tear-filled eyes flew open and she
reached out with her eyes to her knight in shining
armor.  That he was the one who had placed her in this
situation was irrelevant to her at that moment of her
need.  He brought up his hands and caught the single
tear as it trickled down the side of her face.  He
raised his finger to his lips and kissed the tear away.
He did the same when a tear escaped from her other eye.
That simple act began to breakdown her terror, to let
her surrender her trust to him.  He continued stroking
her face, making reassuring sounds to her, staring into
her eyes until he could see her total submission to his
will.

She was ready.

Leaning over her prone spread-eagled body, he brought
his mouth to her nearest tit.  Capturing the somnolent
nipple between his teeth, he chewed on the nub lightly.
Then he sucked as much of the soft flesh into his mouth
as he could.  There was much of the huge mammary
remaining outside his ravenous mouth.

Bringing both hands into play, he cupped them around
the base of her breast and squeezed, forcing the nipple
even farther into his mouth so that it bumped up
against his tonsils.  His tongue was massaging the
captured tit flesh constantly, working in a frenzied
manner.  Her nipple responded to the stimulation by
standing up as high as it could.

Feeling the bloated nipple in the back of his mouth, he
quietly reached over and grabbed one of the
clothespins.  Bringing it up beside his mouth next to
her tit, he pulled back, exposing the glistening
erection.  The clothespin snapped around the surprised
button and brought a stiffening of pain from the girl
attached to the tortured nipple.

Very slowly and very deliberately, he repeated the
process on her other breast.  Even knowing what had
happened to its partner and knowing exactly what was in
store for it did not deter the brave nipple from
responding to his erotic manipulation.  The poor
soldier was captured and smashed inside the wooden
cage.

She knew immediately where the third clothes pin was
going from where he kissed her next.  She tried to
block it out, but she felt her body responding to his
insistent skillful and highly erotic manipulations.
First his fingers rubbed lightly over her labia,
exciting the already over-heated bud of flesh hidden
there.  The nodule grew larger under his skillful
touch, then larger still.  Its growth and size
surprised her.  She had never had that happen to her
when she touched herself down there.

Her clit was expanding like a tiny penis, until he
could actually slide his finger and thumb up and down
it.  When he kissed the tip of her clit and sucked the
tiny bit of flesh into his mouth, she gave up all
pretense of coherent thought and fell into an orgasmic
stupor.  If this was what it felt like to a guy when
they got a blowjob, it was no wonder the entire male
population was sex-crazy.  She only revived when the
tender bud was cruelly trapped between the jaws of the
unforgiving clothespin.

"Should I continue, Karin?"

"More?  What more could there be?" she thought.  But
she knew she wanted it.  She wanted it all.  Shakily
she nodded her head `yes', her eyes wild with lust,
pain, fear and excitement.

Reaching down by the bed he pulled up some more items
he had retrieved.  He held them up for her inspection
and they caused her to quake to her very soul.  Such
simple things, but in his hands she had no doubt they
would cause her unendurable torment.  And pleasure.
She knew where he had found the large peacock feather,
but where had he gotten those large rubber bands?  She
trembled as he gently caressed her tits.  Her quick
breathing and erect nipples holding the clothespins
upright betrayed her true feelings of excitement.

Squeezing her large boobs tightly, he slipped one of
the fat elastic bands from his wrist and moved it down
to the base of the pliable globe.  He doubled it with a
quick twist of his hand.  The doubled band caused the
already firm and swollen flesh to stand even taller.
Another band, smaller and tighter than the first,
followed and settled around the middle of her tit.  A
third, smaller yet, was placed just behind her nipple,
causing her tit to look like a two-tiered jiggling
mound with a cherry on top.  He quickly made her other
tit into a matched set.

The feelings in her chest were strange.  Not pain,
exactly, but there was a restricting feeling that
pumped her cunt full of dripping juice.  As the bands
constricted, the flesh between them became even more
sensitive.  The trapped blood in the banded sections of
the globes swelled to a maximum, the throbbing pain
increased to become an ache in her chest.

Moving quickly, he took one of the strings he has
strung up over the canopy.  He tied one end of two of
the strings to each of the clothespins.  She looked
like an obscene puppet on a string, and he knew that
she would react to just like one, too.  Taking the
loose end of one of the strings attached to her tits,
he gently pulled the string taut.  A sharp intake of
breath told him that the flesh between the jaws of
those wooden maulers was not numb.  He secured a small
glass animal from the collection on her dresser to the
end of the string with a tight knot.  When he dropped
the small weight from the height of his shoulders, the
string jerked on the clothespin attached to the nipple.
She squealed in pain and pleasure as the waves of her
next countless orgasm crashed on the shore.  She began
panting in anticipation of the next two weights.

He did not disappoint her.  A similar sized weight was
attached to the string of her other tit.  Knowing the
pain was coming didn't lessen the intense feelings.
For her newly discovered erectile clit, he selected a
lighter weight, as this was extremely sensitive flesh.
He played with the three weights for a while, keeping
her keening in agony and delight.  Sweat covered her
frantically shaking nude body.  Unladylike rivulets
coursed down her chest and ran between her tortured
breasts to pool in the depressions in her delicate
neck.

He picked up the stiff feather with a wicked grin.  A
light caress along her sternum surprised her with the
intensity of the tingling tickle.  Brushing the tip of
the feather back and forth over her stomach started her
giggling uncontrollably.  But being gagged, the sounds
were muffled.  Her giggling made the tied weights
bounce up and down.  She arched her back as the next
great wave of orgasm crashed over her.

Several minutes later he tired of this isolated pastime
and traversed her entire body with the exception of her
cunt and tits.  The constant laughing and giggling
strained every muscle in her stomach, neck and arms.
She learned a new form of pain as the muscles knotted
tightly.  The tendons of her legs were flexed rigid and
stood out as she tried to get relief from the
diabolical feather.  She never knew she was so
ticklish.  Sweat was running off her body now, soaking
the sheets of her bed.  She didn't know if she could
take much more.

He set the feather down on the bed beside her.  Relief
flooded through her as the laughing reflex settled
down, and she grinned up at him, though the confining
duct tape hid her mouth from view.  He was grinning,
too, but too wickedly for her taste.  Her pulse
quickened as she realized there was more.  She closed
her eyes in abject surrender as she realized as well,
that, whatever it was, she wanted it.

He stood by the bed for a moment, letting her catch her
breath.  He leaned down and picked up the last item
from the floor.  At first she didn't recognize what it
was and then it dawned on her.

"Oh, God!  The old drapery cords!" she thought.

He had made a multi-tailed whip from the familiar cords
and put a hard looking knot in the end of each strand.
This was a use she had not put them to.  He lazily
dragged the makeshift cat o' nine tails across her taut
belly.  A sudden flick of his wrist wiped all traces of
laughter from her shocked frame.  Nine points of
burning pain burrowed into her mid section where the
knots collided with her damp flesh.  A second flick and
nine more tiny welts rose up on the now irritated
flesh.  It looked like measles or chicken pox.

"Nice effect," he said, mostly to himself.

Then, very methodically, he whipped her over every inch
of her exposed flesh, save her face, starting at her
fingertips and ending with her toes.  He also avoided
her breasts and pubic areas.  Tiny angry red welts
covered her body.  Even her neck, chin and ears were
spotted.  Tears were running unimpeded down the sides
of her face.  She had never felt such pain.  And she
loved it.  Deep down she knew she loved what Sam was
doing to her.  She also realized she was falling in
love with him.  Her sham marriage to Bill Saunders
never entered her mind.  It was Sam whom she wanted,
with all her being.

Karin knew Sam wasn't finished with her yet either.
His eyes were still gleaming with excitement, watching
her every reaction.  He was playing her body to the
max, like a virtuoso.  She was a magnificent
instrument, bringing out the very best of his skills
and talents.  Karen knew she could and would take every
thing Sam had to give.  The next stroke brought searing
pain to the sole of her right foot.  Two of the knots
landed between her toes.  The other foot received
similar treatment.

"Now for desert," he said, almost to himself.  He
seemed to know she was beyond comprehending.

Picking up the feather he had laid down, he lightly
touched the stressed flesh on the bottom side of her
breasts.  It was as if he had used an electric charge.
A shock ran straight to her cunt and she came hard,
screaming into her gag.  Another feathery touch on the
underside of the other globe, and she spasmed again.
Back and forth, back and forth the marauding feather
took her ever higher, never letting her find balance or
catch her breath.  Her head whipped around the bed, her
blonde hair flying in frenzied disarray.  She was in a
perpetual state of orgasm.

He deliberated carefully his next and last move.  He
wanted her conscious for this, but only at the very
brink of sanity.  She would have to be crazy to enjoy
this, and she was almost there.  One more stab and
flick with the long feather across her ballooning
nipples put her in what he hoped was the right state of
mind.

He heard a constant babbling escaping from behind her
gag.  Her eyes rolled up in her head.  He had to hurry.
Quickly he flicked the wrist of the hand that held the
whip.  Nine hard knots of cord pummeled into her mound,
her clit, and her slit.  Another second quick flick up
her legs terrorized her anal area.

The surprise of the twin blows was so great and the
pain so intense, she squirted both vibrators out of her
holes at the same time.  She promptly fainted in a
completely sated orgasmic coma, continuing to moan and
spasm even though she was unconscious.

Chapter 5

Karin revived slowly.  For long minutes she resisted
the persistent call of awareness and laid there in
blissful peace.  But the call was too strong.  So was
her curiosity.  She allowed each of her senses to
engage one by one.  Gradually, she became aware of her
surroundings.

The first thing she noticed was that she was no longer
bound in any way and that all the pain seemed to be
gone.  She felt as if she was floating, kind of.
Opening a wary eye, she saw she was in the large hot
tub on her apartment deck.  The gently bubbling hot
water soothed away the aches and pains of the strange
ordeal she had just gone through.  She felt safe,
secure.  She felt loved, for the first time she could
ever recall.  It was an entirely new feeling for her
and scared her more than a little bit.  There were too
many complications in her life to have to deal with
that, too.
Sam was sitting behind her in the tub, carefully
keeping her face out of the water by holding gently,
but firmly onto her breasts.  He was continually amazed
at the feel of them in his grasp.  It felt like they
belonged there.  He sat there waiting for her to rejoin
him, quietly whispering into her ear, humming familiar
lullabies, caressing her hair and neck with soft
kisses.  Karin felt him behind her and relaxed into
him.  She grinned to herself as she felt his erection
between them.
Turning her face to his, she smiled at him, then kissed
him long and hard, urgently.  She raised herself up in
the tub and reached beneath her for his prick.  When he
tried to remove his hands from her breasts, she pinned
them lightly against her sides under her arms.  She
liked them right where they were.  They seemed to fit
just right.

Positioning herself carefully, she lowered herself onto
his erect manhood.  When she was fully impaled, she
leaned back against his chest once again.  She reached
her arms up over her head, providing him with full
access to her body and the freedom to explore it at
will.  She began to massage his cock with her cunt
muscles.  No other action was needed as she slowly,
rhythmically coaxed the cum out of his one-eyed snake.
They both knew there was still a long night of fucking
ahead of them.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

She rolled over in the rumpled bed.  Strong sunlight
was assaulting the other side of the curtains, trying
to force reality into the isolated apartment.  Slowly
stretching her arms above her head, she felt the deep
satisfaction of having been well fucked.  She felt like
the cat that had eaten the canary and purred softly
under her breath.  Noticing the emptiness in the bed
next to her filled her with a sudden panic, rudely
jolting her to wakefulness.  He was gone!

She was halfway to the front door of the apartment when
she smelled the freshly brewed coffee and the peculiar
fragrance of burned toast.  A quick peek into the
kitchen showed the table set for two, but no Sam.  She
heard the shower start running and grinned.

Walking into the steamy bathroom, she was totally at
ease with her nakedness.  It seemed natural around him.
She slipped silently into the shower enclosure, coming
in behind him.  The water beating on his bowed head
covered the sounds of her entry and he was unaware of
her presence.  She stood silently behind him, enjoying
the chance to observe him unawares.  He was a handsome
man, strong and virile, the kind of man that made young
girls hearts beat a bit faster.  As hers was doing now.
Water beaded up across his broad shoulders, then
combined into streams and coursed down his muscled
back.  She started to reach out to touch the pale
dimples of his ass cheeks, but stopped short, wanting
more time to memorize his image.

As she watched him standing there in the pulsing
stream, she suddenly felt as if she were intruding into
something very personal.  His face, that part she could
see, was a picture of tormented indecision.  That was
something she would not have expected to see there.  He
had exuded an almost overpowering aura of strength in
the short time she had known him.  To see him like this
made him more human somehow, more lovable.  It was at
that moment in the steamy shower, that Karin lost her
heart to this man whose true name she still did not
know.

Karin cleared her throat.  He didn't hear her.  Again.
He opened one eye and squinted at her under his armpit.
His pleasure at seeing her standing there, naked, was
rapidly apparent.  She dropped her gaze to his swelling
appreciation, fascinated by the velvety hardness that
had given her so much pleasure the night before.

She moved up behind him.  Her arms went around him,
hugging him close.  Her hands explored his chest, as
much a turn on for her as her firm tits pressing into
his back was for him.  Her sharp fingernails terrorized
the skin around his pectorals.  He groaned, wiggling
his butt slightly into her tickling pussy hair.  She
gave a laughing squeal, and attacked his upper body
with renewed vigor, her tormenting fingers pinching
lightly here, pulling a hair, kneading his well defined
muscles.

Reaching down with one hand, she picked up the bar of
soap and a hand towel.  Savagely, she soaped his entire
body, leaving his skin a dangerous shade of red.  She
spared no part of him and was extremely thorough, but
she didn't dwell on his erect penis.  He voiced his
disappointment when she clinically washed it and moved
on.  Her lilting laughter enflamed his passions more
than the magnificent touch of her hardened nipples as
they brushed back and forth as she labored over him.
She finished with his face.  He had steeled himself for
an abrasive cleansing here, too.  She surprised him.
Using just her fingertips sans fingernails, she worked
the soap into a lather, swirling the tiny bubbles into
his relaxed expression.  She aimed the jets from the
showerhead over his face and removed the last of the
soap from him.

Sam remained standing with his eyes closed, savoring
the brief respite from a world that demanded so much
from him.  Karin stood easily in front of him, pleased
she had been able to do this simple task for him.  She
looked up at his relaxed face, so different from the
tormented expression she had seen him wearing earlier.

When he did open his eyes, she silently offered him the
bar of soap and the hand towel, lifting one eyebrow in
a teasing challenge.  He accepted.

As he lathered up the hand towel with a fresh charge of
soap, she slowly lifted her hands and laced her fingers
behind her neck, simulating the posture he had put her
in on the dance floor.  She spread her feet as far
apart as she could, bracing them against the walls on
either side of the shower stall.  Her eyes never left
his as she assumed this position.  When he nodded his
satisfaction, that he was pleased, she blushed with a
rush of pleasure, giddy as a schoolgirl.

Sam was as thorough with her body as she was with his.
He did, however, take the opportunity to linger over
her charms, almost to the point of obsession.  Her skin
glowed with a hot fire as he moved from washing one
area to the next.  It reflected the flames his
ubiquitous touch ignited in her core.  When he finally
stepped back, the last patches of soap scum circling
slowly around the drain, she was literally shaking.
She had closed her eyes as he had washed her face and
her eyes remained closed.

She heard the water shut off and felt the cool rush of
outside air as the door to the shower opened.  A soft
thick towel, compliments of the previous tenant, had
been placed over the radiator.  She melted into its
warmth as Sam dried her tingling body.  She notice he
patted her skin to dry her, not rubbing as most males
would have done.  She wondered where he had learned to
do that, then realized it didn't matter.  What mattered
was that he cared enough to take the time to do it with
her.

When he had dried her and had used another towel to
wind up her long wet hair into a turban, he kissed her
lightly on the forehead.  "Time to wake up!"  He gently
released her interlaced fingers from behind her neck.

A small crack appeared in one tightly closed eye.  She
caught him as he was staring at her tits.  She giggled
and did a little shimmy for him, making the tips bounce
provocatively.  With a playful slap on her flanks, he
chased her back into the kitchen, where the coffee had
long since finished brewing.

Sitting at the table with him seemed the most natural
thing to do.  Even being naked didn't seem out of the
ordinary.  They kidded back and forth about unimportant
things, both of the comfortable with the other. He
didn't apologize for the dark shade of the toast, but
she could tell it bothered him.  There hadn't been much
else in the apartment suitable for breakfast.  She
hadn't bothered to stock the pantry.  She hadn't been
expecting overnight guests.  He seemed pleased when she
admitted that to him, for some reason.

It would have been a perfectly idyllic morning, but Sam
suddenly farted.  This was not something he was
accustomed to doing, even by himself. He had been
reaching for his cup of coffee.  Karin had said
something that struck him funny, and he had chuckled.
And then, `BLATTTTTT!'  Just like in the cartoons.  He
was so surprised, he dropped the cup of coffee.  Which
wouldn't have been nearly as devastating, if he had
only been wearing some clothing.  Hot fluid splashing
on your thighs, heading for higher ground, is not a
suave-inducing stimulus.

Karin hadn't recognized the sound of passing gas, but
she would have undoubtedly identified it by smell in a
short time.  She did, however, see the scalding hot
coffee headed for her favorite recreational area.  She
acted with instinct and self-preservation as she
grabbed a pitcher of water and a towel.  She dumped the
water over the areas of his legs where the coffee had
landed, diluting the heat with a torrent of water.
Falling to her knees by his chair, she began to blot at
his wet thighs with the towel, which was much too small
to do any good.

She didn't know when she recognized the telltale smell
and then associated it with the rude sound that started
the whole mess.  But she did, and, in spite of the eye-
watering effects of the noxious gas, she started to
giggle.  She snorted, actually, when she tried not to
laugh at him.

Afraid she had offended him by snorting, she looked up.
His look of abject horror and embarrassment fueled her
funny bone.  This time she just about blew a gasket
trying to keep from laughing.

Seeing she wasn't totally grossed out, Sam began to
laugh himself, at himself.  He didn't realize that it
was these little imperfections that endeared him to
her.  Not that he should go around farting.  But he
need a few chinks in that shining armor to make him
seem human.

For Karin, it was nice to know he was human, after all.
Although she had found that out earlier this morning
when she had worn him out in bed.  Nothing she had done
to or for him could get him hard again.  He had
sheepishly admitted defeat and promised her, if she
would only let him sleep that there would be more in
the morning.  Karin had reluctantly given up her
efforts to rouse him, and they had snuggled down into
the disheveled bed for some rest.
"How do you feel?"
The question came during a lull in the laughter.  Its
seriousness marked a change in the direction of the
conversation.  She stopped and took a minute to do a
quick self-assessment.  "Fine," she answered, somewhat
surprised.  "You were wonderful last night," she
continued with a giggle.
"So were you."  He paused as he got serious.  "Karin,
you seem to like your sex rough.  Just how rough can
you take it?"  He still wasn't convinced she was a
rookie at this.  That would just be too good to be
true, and, as he had learned the hard way, there was
usually something wrong with anything that looked that
good.  He didn't consider her marriage a problem.  It
had never stopped him before.
"I don't know," she said hesitantly.  "I really have
only tied myself up.  And once they tied me up and beat
me in the basement.  They hurt me then."  She looked up
at him.  It didn't make any difference to her why she
had felt and reacted as she had.  She had liked the
rough sex with him, with her Sam, and she knew she
wanted it again and again and again.  She answered his
question as honestly as she could.

"How rough do I like it?  If it is with you, as rough
as you want.  I, uh, well, I trust you," she ended
simply.  She didn't say she loved him, but that was
what she meant to say.  She thought she had better wait
and see how things turned out.  Besides, this was all
new to her, and on top of that, she was a married
woman!
He thought about something for a moment, and she could
tell this was the important question.  The one he had
been tormented by in the shower.  Men were so funny.
Even with her limited experience, she could spot a
nervous sweat.  With a wry smile, she watched him
squirm as he struggled with his question, shifting in
his chair uneasily, clearing his throat, tugging at his
earlobe.  Then he seemed to make up his mind.  She
noticed the quickening of his pulse at that ticklish
spot at the base of his neck.  Her tummy flip-flopped,
not knowing what was coming next, but knowing she would
do it without question and love it.

"Karin?  Do you - "

"Yes."

He raised an amused eyebrow at her.  "May I finish?"

"I'm sorry.  I'll listen.  But the answer is `Yes' to
whatever you want to ask me."

"Thanks for the warning!"  He laughed, relaxing.  Once
again, he posed the question.  "Do you want to
continue?"

He didn't have to specify what he meant.  She knew.
With her heart in her throat, she quietly answered,
"Yes."  There was no doubt in her voice.

He was silent for a while, as if weighing the
truthfulness of her answer.  Then he continued.  "If we
continue, you will only have one more chance to stop.
After that, I will decide what, how much and how long.
In addition, you will address me as `Sir' or `Master'
at all times.  Is that clear?"

"Yes."

He waited, looking at her expectantly.

"Oh!  Yes, sir!"

"That will cost you.  All lapses of obedience will be
dealt with harshly."  He stopped for a moment.  "Karin,
from this point on this is not a game.  Up to now,
we've both been dancing around.  We've had some fun, a
few laughs, and, if I'm not mistaken, we've both
enjoyed it.  However, if you take this next step, go
with me to the next level, I will expect you to obey me
without hesitation.  I will do to you and with you what
pleases me.  You will not climax unless I specifically
permit it, regardless of the situation.  Do you
understand?"

Karin sat quite still, her eyes wide.  He was
describing something she had never even fantasized
possible.  Heaven.  Two tears leaked from her eyes and
headed towards her chin.  From the crestfallen look on
his face, it was clear he misunderstood.

"Sir?  May I speak?"  Her voice was tiny.

"Yes."

"What you are describing; I would be your slave, Sir?
A sex-slave, or something?"

"Yes."

"Oh."  She paused, thinking.  "Sir?  May I ask for one
favor?  Please?"

"It would be unusual for a Master to grant conditions.
But let's hear it."

"I have a fantasy, Sir, this recurring picture in my
head, of being tied up in a certain way.  If I describe
it to you, do you think you could, you know..?  Please,
Sir?"  She was quivering.  It was hard for her to admit
her deepest secrets, even to him.

His outburst of deep laughter startled her.  "OK,
Karin.  Pack an overnight case.  You can tell me in the
car."
It was not a question or statement.  It was a command
from her..., her..., her what?  Her lover?  Her friend?
Her Master?  She didn't know what the relationship was
becoming but she did not even think of hesitating or
questioning his absolute authority or his intentions.
She packed a small bag, with very few clothes.  Her
cunt was really wet now.
While she was packing, Sam straightened the apartment.
He readjusted the lights, moved the heavy chair back to
where it had been originally.  He also put all the toys
he had used away.  The only item he kept was the corded
whip.  It had proven very effective and he wanted to
keep it.  He also retrieved a bag from his car parked
in the garage downstairs.  He had about $175,000 in
cash, his prize money from last night.  He didn't want
to take it with him or leave it in the car.  The banks,
even his, was closed.  He found a loose seam in the
couch and stuffed the bundles of money in between the
springs.  He pulled the fabric back in place and
surveyed his work.  Not bad, but it wouldn't last if
the couch were moved.  But it shouldn't have to hold up
for long.  Just a few days.

An hour later, after a telephone call to his secretary,
and a quick fuck with her leaning over the back of the
leather chair, they were on the road in his car.  She
sat as close to him as she could get, curled with her
feet drawn up under her on the seat.  His arm was
draped across the back of the seat and she had her head
resting on his chest.  She was contented to let him
take her wherever he wanted.  Occasionally she would
slip a teasing finger in under his shirt to twirl the
hair on his chest.  He smiled to himself as he drove,
his Cheshire grin inflaming her passion.
They had traveled for about two hours, out of the city,
through the endless suburbs, until they were winding up
into the mountains of a neighboring state.  He pulled
off the road onto a graveled road and then onto a
narrow dirt path, the ruts bouncing them around his car
as he hurried to get it out of sight and into the
cleverly camouflaged parking area.  The car could not
be seen unless you were standing right behind it.  Even
a view from the sky was blocked.
Stopping the car, he tilted her head up to his and
kissed her.
"We walk from here."  Again, it was a command.
He got her bag from the back and helped her out of the
car.
"Stop.  Turn around."

She did as he commanded.
Taking a length of cord from the trunk, he walked up
behind her.  Pulling her wrists behind her back, he
looped the cord around them.  He pulled the rope tight,
and it dug into her skin.  This would leave marks
before too long.
Next, another cord was looped around her elbows.  It,
too, was pulled tight.  Her elbows came together in the
middle of her back until they were touching.  The
discomfort this caused her was incredible.  Her
position pushed her tits out in front of her, her erect
nipples just exposed over the top of the low-cut shirt
he had told her to wear.
Sam had only allowed her to wear the small cotton tank
top, a pair of cut-off shorts and the 5" high-heels
from last night.  He had modified her shorts so that
they were obscene.  When he was done trimming the
fabric, only the fat central seam was remaining to run
between her thighs and that rode up tightly into her
slit.  The sides and back of the shorts were cut high,
too, so that both her ass cheeks were glaringly
exposed.
She felt little or no embarrassment being dressed as
she was.  Because this was what he wanted.  She would
have gone to the opera dressed like this.
The cord tied around her elbows was next looped around
her neck.  He tied a slipknot in the cord and pulled
the loop tight.  Her eyes opened wide at that, real
fear visible in them.  Holding on to the end of the
cord like a leash, he started walking up the trail.  He
tugged on the cord firmly, urging her to follow.  The
slipknot cinched up tight against her windpipe and she
lurched after him.

"Don't trip and fall," was all he said.
That was going to be easier said than done.  Still
struggling for breath, she tried hard to focus on the
rough terrain of the narrow trail he was taking.  It
was not used very much, and was occasionally crossed
with thick roots and fallen branches.  Somehow she
managed not to strangle herself as they climbed up the
side of the mountain for about an hour.  At last they
approached a sturdy cabin set up against a cliff.
He stopped in front of the door and worked the huge
lock.  The smooth click told her it was obviously in
good working order.  He hadn't pulled her after him so
she stayed right where she was as he carried the bags
into the cabin.  He was inside for some time.  She
waited, strangely calm, given the circumstances.  She
looked up as he came out the door and walked back to
where she was standing.  He seemed pleased that she
hadn't moved but didn't comment on it.  He bent
slightly and kissed her on the lips.
"Karin.  Listen to me very carefully.  This is your
last chance to back out.  After this, I won't ask you
again nor will I listen to your pleas for mercy.  And
you will plead for mercy, believe me.  So, are you in
or are you out?"
She looked him deeply in the eye.  Stunned at the
intensity of the emotions she saw there, she turned to
look out over the scenic vista at the front of the
mountain cabin.  She turned back to her lover.
"I'm in."
He smiled at her and kissed her tenderly.  As he kissed
her, he undid the snap of her cut-offs and slowly,
teasingly unzipped them.  She wiggled her hips
impatiently to help him and the obscenely cut shorts
fell to the ground around her feet.  She stepped out of
them and kicked them away from her, naked from the
waist down but for her shoes.
She felt the cold steel of a hunting knife sliding
along the skin between her breasts.  In her forced
posture, the stressed fabric of her shirt stretched
between the two huge mounds.  It was cut like butter by
the razor sharp knife.  In seconds, she stood nude in
front of him.
He stabbed the big knife into a log on the side of the
cabin several feet above her head.  Pulling on the cord
around her neck, he forced her to stand with her face
pressed up against the rough logs.  He tied the cord
from around her neck to the handle of the knife.
He had retrieved some more rope and a couple of tent
stakes when he had gone into the cabin.  He pounded the
stakes into the ground, one to each side of her, and
tightly tied her feet so that they were spread far
apart.  She was forced to stand on the very tips of the
toes of her high heels and the strain in her calves
made them stand out even more than the high heels did.
"You can scream up here and no one will hear you..."
She had wondered why he had not gagged her.  He seemed
to enjoy her helplessness to communicate with him.

"...but then I'd have to listen to you caterwauling, so
we'll just put this in here for now," he continued, as
he shoved a large phallic gag into her mouth.  Two
straps around her head secured it deep within her
mouth.
He threaded a cord between her body and the wall.
Pulling the cord up under her tits, he looped the cord
over and around them in a figure `8', then pulled it
tight.  The thin cord bit into the soft pliant tit
flesh.  The large orbs stood out even more than they
normally would as they were pulled and smashed against
each other.  He tied the ends of that cord behind her
neck.  Any backward motion by her head pulled the rope
tighter.  The slipknot he tied there would slowly
strangle her tits off her chest.
His finger ran down her ass crack to explore her
asshole.  She began to moan with arousal and tried to
hump back onto the inquisitive finger.  Reaching
farther around under her, he found her sopping slit.
Putting two of his large fingers together, he jammed
them upwards and buried them up to the palm of his
hand.  The suddenness of the assault took her breath
away.  He started roughly sawing them in and out until
her body began to respond to the crudely erotic
actions.
Seeing the response he was waiting for, he stepped back
from her and exposed his ramrod-hard prick.  Quickly,
he jammed his cock into her steamy twat.  He got about
six inches buried into her and had to move in and under
her to shove in the last four.  Each thrust lifted her
up off her toes and mashed her tits into the rough
exterior of the log cabin wall.  The logs she was
smashed up against were placed just right so that by
chance her stiffened nipples began to work their way
insidiously into the crack formed by two of the logs.
As he continued to fuck into her, her nipples began to
swell even larger and stiffer from the arousal of the
fucking and his rough treatment of her.
Each ramming thrust pounded her tits into the wall,
shoving her pliable breasts further and further into
the crack.  Eventually, her nipples became firmly
embedded in the narrow crevasse between the upper and
lower logs, held fast by their swollen state.
He shifted suddenly, throwing his hips from side to
side while he was buried to the hilt in her steaming
cunt.  This side-to-side motion amplified itself as her
upper her upper body was whipsawed back and forth.  Her
elongated nipples slid along the narrowing crack,
pinching them in tighter, even without the increased
swelling.

Given the rough hewn logs that made up the cabin, it
was not surprising that the sharp point of a huge
sliver jammed into the side of one of her nipples,
skewering it clear through on one of his more forceful
thrusts into her cunt.  This painful situation,
unintended by him, set of fireworks of pain and,
strangely, pleasure in her body.  She shook violently
as she climaxed for the first time at the cabin.  Her
cunt squeezed tightly around his cock as she came.
Grunting franticly through her gag, she urged him to
fuck her faster and harder.
He plowed into her clasping pussy harder and faster,
racing toward his own finish.  Panting and jerking, his
cock spewed his slippery cum deep into her pussy.
Once, twice, three, four times his cum squirted into
her.  He couldn't believe it when his prick caught a
second wind and poured another three spurts into her
milking cunt.
"Shit!  This girl is special, all right.  My prick is
still stiff," he thought in amazement.
He pulled out of her and stuffed his prick back into
his pants.  She remained hanging on the wall for a few
painful seconds.  Her feet no longer were in contact
with the ground.  She was being help up only by her
pinched, and now terribly stretched, nipples.  When
they did finally pull free of the grasp of the logs,
the large sliver broke off the log and remained
skewered through her nipple, looking like a small
harpoon through a tiny rosy whale.  The pain of her
tortured, stretched flesh flashed straight through to
her brain, blossoming into a fireball.  As she passed
out from the sudden pain, her knees gave way.  She
slumped towards the ground, strangling herself on the
cord around her neck.  Re-acting quickly, he caught her
up under her arms and raised her up, propping her
against the wall.  Reaching up, he pulled the knife out
of the wall and loosened the cord that was tight around
her neck.  He used the knife to slash at the ropes
binding her ankles to the tent stakes.  He quickly
picked her up and tossed her like a limp doll over his
shoulder.  He carried her like that into the cabin and
laid her gently on the bed.That was when he first
noticed the small trickle of dried blood that had run
down over her breast when the sliver impaled her
nipple.  Grimacing at the unintended pain she had felt,
he carefully leaned over and licked the blood away.
Then he gently cleaned the wound, but left the large
wooden sliver in place.

Chapter 6

She came to on the narrow bed about an hour later.  Her
hands and elbows were still tied, as was the cord
around her neck.  Her legs had also been tied at the
knees, calves ankles and mid-thigh.  Carefully, she
tried to move her legs and found that any movement
tightened the noose around her neck.  She was loosely
hog-tied and any movement, any movement at all, would
tighten the noose around her neck strangle her.  It
sent a stab of fear through her gut, twisting and
tightening her involuntary muscles.  It also brought a
tangible tingle in her cunt.

This was the treatment she had unconsciously longed for
all her life.  She couldn't explain it.  That's just
the way she was put together inside.

She slowly turned her head to look around the cabin.
She could see nothing.  The cabin was dark and she was
looking directly into the wall.

She heard Sam come back into the cabin.   He was
stomping his feet on the porch outside to clean most of
the mud and dirt off his boots.  The door squeaked open
and footsteps wandered around the room as he first set
down the sacks of groceries he had just purchased, then
checked on the fire in the stove and other details.
The footsteps stopped by the bed.

Karin craned her neck around to look up at him.  She
looked in his eyes, worrying that she had displeased
him somehow.  But he was not angry.  Not as far as she
could tell, anyway.  He stood there with a strange
questioning look in his eyes, as if he was trying to
find an answer in her eyes to a question he didn't want
to ask.

Sam was carefully watching her to see what her reaction
to her situation would be.  He was mildly concerned
that he might have gone too far this time.  He needn't
have worried.  He had way of knowing that this young
woman's capacity for pain, especially when that pain
was inflicted by him, was made almost endless by her
growing love for him.  He could have done anything to
her.  Much more than he had so far.  But they had only
just begun.

Permanent damage was not his style.  He had a dark need
to inflict pain, yes, but it was pain with a purpose
and with willing participants.  The pain he gave to his
partners when they were in the city was mostly a game
of control or domination.  He loved the feeling of
total control.

Up here in the cabin, it was different.  Here it was
not a game.  He didn't bring just anyone up here.  Here
he bared his soul, and gave vent to the raging darkness
in him.  It was controlled, yes, even calm.  But not
cold.  It was as if his total emotions were brought
boiling to the surface to be poured out on his partner.
This time, it was just a young girl.  He questioned
again his decision to bring one so inexperienced to his
particular hell.  That thought quelled the rising tide
of emotions.  What if...?

She saw his face was somber.  The first thought through
her mind was that something was wrong with him or that
she had displeased him. "Is everything OK?" she asked.

He gave a half laugh.  "You tell me!"

She looked surprised.  Why shouldn't she be OK?  "You
mean with me?  Sure, I'm fine, but I mean, is
everything OK with you?  You're not mad at me are you?"

He grinned down at the bound girl.  "Yeah, everything's
fine..."  He reached down and ran his fingertips
lightly over the curve of her ass.  You couldn't see
the marks he had put there just last night.  He was
pleased with his skill, even with crude homemade whips.
He continued, "...and, `No', I'm not mad at you."

He turned and gestured toward the stove.  "Are you
hungry?  I ran down the mountain to get some food for
us.  We may be here a while."

She had not noticed her hunger, but now that he
mentioned it, she was famished.  "Yes, I guess I am at
that.  Would you like me to fix it?"

He busied himself with the ropes that bound her.

"No.  I want you to rest up some more.  If you go out
side, there is a little steam around back.  A little
way down it widens into a pool where you can clean up.
Go for a swim and freshen up.  Follow the trail around
to the left and be back in about half an hour, OK?
Stay on the trail, and you won't get lost."

She clumsily got to her feet.  She had been bound in
one position or another for so long that the muscles
her legs and arms were cramped and the joints stiff.
He helped her walk around the cabin until she was a bit
steadier on her feet.  She was still wearing the high
heels she had on last night.

He tossed her a towel and a bar of soap.  A stinging
slap on her fanny sent her scurrying out the cabin
door.  She had 30 minutes to herself.  She sensed it
would be a mistake to be even a minute late.

It was a beautiful afternoon in the high mountains.
The crisp clean air filled her lungs as she wandered
down the path to the pond.  The path was clear, but a
little overgrown.  She hugged herself with happiness.
She had never felt so free or happy before.  She was
naked in the outdoors, and she didn't mind at all.  He
had sent her out this way.  It was what he wanted.  She
laughed out loud.  Sam would probably not have
understood the reason behind that delightful sound
coming from her.  She had found a man who understood
her, who had taken her to heights she had never
imagined, who had answered her unasked questions, and,
most importantly, who had fucked her beyond her wildest
dreams.  She trusted Sam.  She laughed again as she
realized she also loved him madly.

The water in the deep mountain pool was cold and clear.
The steam was glacier fed, and this high up the sun
didn't have much chance to warm the icy waters.  Karin
put down the towel, set the soap on the bank within
easy reach and dove into the deepest part of the pool.
The shock of the cold water wiped all other thoughts
from her mind and all traces of pain from her system.
She burst to the surface, gasping for air.

The penetrating cold caused her nipples to go rigid,
but not with excitement.  It was damn cold, and her
skin felt like it wanted to crawl off her body and head
for the warmth of the stove.  Especially the tormented
areas, like her nipples. The spear of wood was still
through the one.  Now that she could get her hands up
to her tits to move them around, she took the time to
looked at her wounded bud more closely

It had been a sliver from a hardwood tree, a clean,
slender piece of wood with no little barbs.  The wood
pierced her rosy button right through the center of the
body of it on a horizontal axis.  Sam had obviously
cleaned it, but he had left the sliver in.  The small
shaft held her one nipple out in a constant state of
semi-erection.  A light fingertip to the tip of the
pierced nipple brought a shudder.

"He must want it to stay," she thought.

Getting the bar of soap, she stood thigh high in the
frigid water and lathered her body, careful not to
disturb the wooden skewer.  She didn't notice any
remarkable soreness or bruising on her body as she
soaped up, evidence of the mastery and skill of her
tormentor.  She hugged herself in her giddiness at the
thought that he must really care for her.

She stood and breathed in the clean mountain air, now
carrying the clean smell of the soap.  It was a manly
scent and reminded her of the smell of Sam.  She
desperately wanted to be completely his, to remove all
the traces of herself, even down to removing her own
scent.  She lathered up her hair with the soap to
remove the traces of her shampoo, piling and scrubbing
the soapy tresses on her head in a twisting motion.
When she had soaped up all she could, she dove back
under the icy waters and rinsed her glowing body.

The icy waters numbed her after a while and she was
able to stay in the pool.  She floated on her back,
happily looking up at the fluffy white clouds as they
chased each other across the sky.  She was happy,
relaxed and at peace.

The refreshed young woman got out of the pool, dried
off and then wrapped her hair in the towel.  She wore
it like a turban as she made her way back up the
winding path to the cabin.  She walked proudly, her
breast thrust out, her head high, her nakedness a badge
of love.  She had no idea what would happen next, but
she was not worried.  She trusted Sam.

When she entered the door, the first thing Sam noticed
was that the wooden dart was still in her nipple.  He
grinned to himself.  "Good," he thought to himself.
"I'm glad I went back to get that equipment.  I just
may be able to use it again."

His prick lurched in his pants as he watched the young
girl sit quietly by the fire, drying her hair with the
heat from the cheery blaze.  She was so trusting with
him.  He began to feel a stirring of emotion toward
Karin that was foreign to him, but not all that
unwelcome, either.  Her complete trust in him stirred
his paternal instincts.  Maybe it was her youth, her
innocence.  He didn't know.  It wouldn't stop him from
carrying out plans he had for her, but now he rethought
them to make sure he took the extra effort to make
special for her.  To his surprise, he found that he was
looking forward to it being special for him, too.

He went back over their brief history in his mind as he
watched her finish drying her hair.  There wasn't much
to review.  He had seen her once before last night and
lusted after her body.  Then she had stepped off the
elevator.  She looked so scared, so fragile, so
trusting of him as he introduced himself.  She had been
so fucking beautiful.  He realized it was at that
moment she had captured his heart.  It was something
about the look in her eyes, her willingness to please
him, her wanton display of sensual pleasure and pain -
this girl was special and he responded strongly to that
specialness.

Sam finished preparing the meal in a pensive mood.  The
scene was very domestic, not at all the way things
normally went up here.  Definitely not what he had
imagined it would be like.  He shook his head to break
away from these tender thoughts, and caught her eye
with the motion.  She saw him looking at her and smiled
at him.  Her smile was radiant, open and honestly
happy.

He motioned her over to the table, indicating the chair
where he wished her to sit.  She rose and came over to
him, her heels clacking lightly on the rough stone
floor.  He helped her into her seat gently, careful not
to jar her tit with the pierced nipple.  She noticed
his attempts and playfully punched at him.

"Oh, come on silly, I won't break.  You should know
that by now, don't you?"
He blushed sheepishly that she had seen through him so
easily.  He got serious.  "Karin, I just want to be
sure that this is what you want.  It can be rough.
Very rough.  If you want to stop now, just say so and
we'll go back to the city."

She looked at him curiously.  "Do you have something
else planned to do to me?  Something you want to do?"

He slowly nodded his head.

"Is it something special?  Something you haven't done
before or, maybe, ... very often?"  She blushed at her
brazen attempt to find out if he had had others up
here.  She knew he probably had.  But the curiosity had
just leaked out of her mouth.

"Yes."  He didn't which part of the question he was
answering.

She looked at him steadily.  "Then I want to do it."

"Don't you want to know what it is before you decide
that?"

She paused before answering him.  "Will it excite you?"

"Yes."

"Will you fuck me?" she continued, teasing him with the
game they had started at the dance.

"Yes," he grinned back.

"Hard?" she whispered, her eyes closing dreamily.

"And long," came the reply as he leaned into her and
kissed her tenderly.

"Often, too, I hope," she giggled, adding another line
to their special dialog.  She tipped her head back,
lifting her face to his.  "God, I love your cock!  Does
that make me bad?"  She giggled again into his mouth as
they kissed, their tongues dueling playfully.

The light dinner he had prepared was a delightful
affair, quiet banter back and forth.  Were it not for
the setting and her dress, it could have been the first
date it actually was.  Sam discovered much more about
her than she did about him.  He was pleased to find a
quick wit and a sharp, but untrained, mind sitting
across from him.  Somehow, that increased her appeal to
him.  He marveled that she could sit there, unconcerned
about her nakedness, totally at ease.

The food was gone, the table had been cleared and the
dishes cleaned and neatly put away.  He had postponed
the next session as long as he could, and they both
knew it.  He walked quietly over, sat in the big chair
by the fire, and stared into it, thinking.  He pulled
out a worn pipe and filled it with his favorite blend.
There were too many places in the city he couldn't
enjoy a leisurely bowl full of tobacco, too many
sensitive pink lungs he could infuriate.  This was the
only place he could smoke, and not worry about it.  He
was also putting off the inevitable.

Karin stood quietly behind his chair, watching him
struggle with his decision.  She took the opportunity
to drink in some of the details about him she had not
had a chance to before.  The way his lightly graying
hair curled up over the collar of his flannel shirt.
His hair was tousled now, not perfectly groomed as it
had been at the dance.  The touch of silver was just at
his temples, giving him a wise, distinguished look.
She could see why he was successful in banking.  He
just looked like you could trust him with your money.

She followed the curve of his neck across his broad
shoulders.  She had never seen a man with such strong
shoulder and arms.  She was not small, but he had
lifted her as if she had been as light as a
cheerleader.  His strong hands were holding his pipe.
No, they were caressing it, making love to the carved
burl wood.

She sighed softly to herself.  Men were so easy to
read.  Well, this one was, anyway.  Karin had watched
Sam's emotions change over the last 24 hours.  The
change was as obvious to her as if she was watching a
television drama.  It must be a natural female ability.
She had sensed that he was in love with her even before
they came to the mountains.  She thought it was kind of
funny, in a way.  Now that this big strong man had
feelings for her, he couldn't continue and give her
what she really wanted.  What she needed.

She went over to him and sat on the arm of the chair.
"Sam?  I could be naughty if it would help you.  I'm
already stark naked.  See?"  She lifted her uninjured
tit to his lips.  He blew a ring of smoke that settled
around the succulent flesh.

"And I've already fucked you."  She reached between her
legs and spread her lips wide apart, giving him a
glimpse at the moist cavern of her desires.

She moved her hands into his lap and loosened his belt.
His pants opened as she slowly lowered the zipper,
tantalizing them both.  She slipped her soft hand
inside.  Grasping the shaft of his stiffened cock, she
pumped it up and down.  Freeing his prick from his
pants, she got off the arm of the chair and knelt in
between his legs.

Looking up into his steady eyes, she said, "If you'll
tell me what to do, I'll be a naughty girl and lick it
for you.  I'll be anything you want me to be."  She
leaned forward and placed a kiss on the tip of his
cock.  A clear drop of pre-cum was pooling in the pee
slit, and she stuck out her tongue to lick it up.  The
salty flavor sent shivers down her back.

He looked down at the blonde head slowly engulfing his
cock.  "You'll really be anything I want?"

She nodded, not taking her mouth off him.

"Would you be my sex slave, my sex toy, a whipping post
for my darkest fantasies?"

She halted her movements on his cock.  He could feel
her shudder, her hands tightening slightly on his
scrotum.  She looked up, tears in her eyes.  "If you
would have me.  Yes."  They were tears of joy.

"Good.  That's what I want.  You are my slave."  He
settled himself in his chair.  "Just keep doing what
you're doing, slave."

"Like this?" she asked coyly.  She leaned forward and
kissed his prick again, this time circling the head
with her tongue after.  "Was that good?"

"Shit, slave," he bellowed gruffly.  "Will you quit
teasing me?"

"But Sam..."

"SILENCE!"

Her eyes opened wide.  He was into the `game' now.  He
sounded serious, not just gruff.  Something warned her
not to push him.  She waited silently for him to
continue.

"First, let's get something straight.  I am not `Sam.'
We both know that.  I will tell you later what my name
is, but for now, you can call me `Sir' or `Master.'
Second, you do not speak unless spoken to.  Not a word,
unless I give you permission.  Third, and most
important, you are here for my pleasure, not yours.
Unless I allow you up, you will kneel on the floor, by
my side."

His stern voice filled her being, carrying her along
into this new definition of her roles.  She had heard
nothing she could object to.  She was his to command,
his toy to play with, his body to beat.

"That will do for now.  I will inform you of other
rules as you break them.  You will remember them better
after you have been severely punished for displeasing
me."  He smiled as he felt her tremble at this last
part.  "Believe me, slave, you do not want to be
punished.  You will not enjoy it."

She continued to hold his large cock in her mouth, and
after a while he noticed she was not doing much with
it.  Like she didn't know what felt good to him.  He
tapped her lightly on the top of her head to get her
attention.

"You call that a blow job?  Explain yourself and your
poor performance!"

Her eyes lowered and he could see tears forming.  She
had been trying to please him.  When she first started
speaking, it was so soft that he couldn't hear her.

"Speak up, slave.  When you have the opportunity to be
heard, I don't want to have to listen to you twice!"

I'm sorry, Sir.  I truly am.  I've only done this once
before.  That was last night when you spanked me so
nicely.  I want to do it right, so it will be good for
you.  Please, Sir.  You'll have to tell me what to do."

He looked down and saw the hurt in her eyes.  "She
really doesn't know how!" he thought, amazed at her
innocence and unspoiledness.

"You're doing fine, Honey," he said aloud.  The term of
endearment slipped out so naturally he didn't even
notice.

Karin did hear it.  Her ears burned and her eyes
brightened as she approached his prick again.  With
patience and caring, he instructed her between his
groans of pleasure how to suck him off the way he liked
to be sucked.  She was a willing student, often going
above and beyond the call of duty, even to the point of
forcing herself to take him down her throat.  After a
while it was easier and almost seemed natural.

His load of cum pumped deep into her throat.  Karin
quickly pulled back so that just his swollen head
remained in her mouth.  She sucked voraciously on the
spewing organ as he had instructed her earlier and
milked it dry.  She pulled back when he was done and
rolled the sticky white fluid around her mouth with her
tongue, savoring it as would a connoisseur.

He watched her with a wry smile.  "Do you like the
taste, slave?"

"Ummmm, yes, Sir.  It tastes good.  I liked it," she
announced.  "Sir?" she asked him quietly.

He nodded for her to continue.

"Sir, do all men taste the same?"

Her innocent question made him burst out in laughter,
doubling over in the chair.

She got a hurt, pouty look on her face.  She thought he
was making fun of her.  He lifted her up onto his lap,
settling her down with his still erect cock trapped
between her thighs.  He wrapped his arms around her and
buried his face in her hair.

"I don't know the answer to that, Honey, uh, slave.
I've never tasted another man, or even myself."

"Oh.  Yes, Sir.

"Sir?" she asked a moment later.

He again nodded.

"Sir?  I know I'm not very smart or sexy, but I really
want to learn about things.  Please don't make fun of
me, OK?  That hurts too much.  In here."  She pointed
to her heart.

"I know it hurts.  I would never intentionally hurt you
that way.  Never.  Sometimes the things you say make me
laugh, though.  It's because you are so innocent, not
because you are dumb."

They sat in comfortable silence for several minutes.

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Are we talking now, or do I still have to be quiet all
the time"

He grinned at her sincere face.  "You may speak, slave,
but do not try my patience with trivia!"  He slapped
her bare asscheek for emphasis.

"Will you really punish me if I displease you?"

He squeezed her tight.  "Karin, I don't want to hurt
you.  I care about you too much."

"I know you care about me, Sir.  I've known that when
you danced with me."  She reached down and grasped his
throbbing cock that was nestled between her thighs.  "I
also know you want to hurt me."  She caressed his
hardness, feeling the hotness.  "It excites you."  She
gave it another squeeze.  "It's all right.  I don't
mind."  She looked up at him.  "You can do anything you
want to me.  I want you to."  She paused.  "I, uh, I-I-
I love you, Sir."

With that, she lowered her head and watched her hand
stroke his cock.

"And I like it, too," she added quietly, "when you hurt
me, when you like when you hurt me.  Looking up, she
asked, a plea for understanding in her eyes, "Does that
make me weird or something?""

If he hadn't loved her before, he did now.  His heart
softened as the beautiful young girl on his lap
confessed her love to him.  After he had beat her.
Asking him for more.  What more could he ask for in a
woman?

He reached around and cupped the pierced breast.  He
gradually squeezed the soft flesh until she squirmed
against his lap, his cock inching its way towards her
cunt.

"Ummmmm.  Yessss."  The feeling that he was back in
control filled her with a glow that started the fires
burning in her belly.

He reached out and gently grasped the piece of wood
piercing her nipple by the two ends.  She inhaled
through her clenched teeth but did not pull away.  She
looked up at him and smiled.

"It's OK.  Really.  Play with it."  She pushed her
chest into his hand in invitation.

He slowly twisted the wood around like a tiny
propeller.  She squeezed her eyes shut and arched her
back into the pain as it gradually built, burning,
twisting at the tip of her tit.  She bit her tongue to
keep from screaming.  She didn't want to stop him
because of her cries.

The nipple snapped back to its normal position when he
let go.  She sagged into his chest, gasping for air.
She had climaxed hard.  There was a wet spot on his
pants leg where she was sitting.  She felt the spot
grow as more cunt juice leaked out.

Karin looked down and shifted her buttocks to see the
stain.  "Oooohhhhhh, now you're going to have to punish
me, huh, Sir?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes, now you're really going to get it," he grinned
back.

Chapter 7

Standing up suddenly, he deposited her unceremoniously
on the floor.  "Stay there!" he said commanded.

Karin smiled to herself, the tingles starting already.
Her man was back to normal.  Or what passed as normal
for their relationship.  She didn't want him to be
gentle when he needed to be rough.  That just made him
confused.  There would be a lot time for gentleness -
for 'normal' sex - later, she was sure.  Right now, she
wanted him to be her master, her tormentor.

Sam walked over to a pile of equipment in the back of
the room and selected several items.  Coming back to
where she sat on the floor, he gave her a single hand
motion.  She stood.  He led her out onto the wide porch
across the front of the cabin.  A twirling of his
finger and she turned to face away from him.  She had
tried to read his face to see what was coming, but he
had kept all expression off his face.  He had also kept
his body between her eyes and the equipment in his
hand.  Karin sighed and tried to relax, but the
excitement kept her dancing from foot to foot.

"Stay still, slave!  I'm not going to chase you around
the room."

She grinned to herself, teasing him with her swaying
hips.  An unfamiliar `whoosh' preceded an incredible
stinging pain on her buttocks.  She yowled and grasped
her burning ass cheeks with both hands.  Her eyes were
squeezed shut, trying to block out the pain.

Roughly, one of her wrists was grabbed and pulled away
from her soothing efforts.  He fastened a thick, wide
cuff around the wrist and laced it on.  It was more
like a bowling glove with a thumbhole but the thumb and
palm exposed.  That hand was dropped and the other
fitted with a similar glove.

He reached behind him and pulled over one of the
benches that lined the porch.  He manhandled her until
she was standing on the bench.  Because of her height,
her head was close to one of the large crossbeams that
held up the roof.  He stood on the chair behind her.  A
brief squeeze of his arms around her reassured her.
She closed her eyes as she leaned back into him.  The
moment passed quickly.

He shuffled her forward until she was on the end of the
bench.  He lifted her right arm up and out.  He hooked
a ring on the back of the gloves to a clip on the
outermost crossbeam. She had not noticed the rings on
the gloves.  Her arm was stretched out wide to the side
and to the front.  Her left hand was raised and
clipped, her arm stretched out wide to the other side.
Satisfied she was secure, Sam stepped down off the low
bench and retrieved another piece of equipment.  She
felt him step back up behind her.

He ran his hands up her exposed sides deliberately,
feeling each rib carefully as he advanced up and around
towards the undersides of her tits.  The air she took
into her lungs went no farther down than his hands.  By
the time he lightly touched the bottom of her breasts
she could barely breathe.  Her breath was coming in
short gasps.  He kissed the top of each bare shoulder
until she calmed down.  Reluctantly taking his hands
from her chest, he pulled her hair back, tilting her
face up.  Her mouth dropped open.

He gently inserted a large rubber ball into her mouth.
It was the same one he had used the night before.  He
had fashioned it into a ballgag now.  He pulled the
ends behind her neck and tied them tight.  Her mouth
was stuffed.  He could feel her groaning now that the
gag was in place, but he could hear nothing.

Sam stepped down off the bench.  He walked around in
front of her, going down the two steps to the ground to
do so.  Her hips were at shoulder height.  He grasped
her around her waist, lifted her feet off the bench and
slowly lowered her until she was holding her weight
entirely by her gloved wrists.  Her bare feet dangled
several inches off the ground and out away from the
floor of the porch.  If she had been aware of it, she
had a beautiful view down the mountain towards a deep
blue lake in the distance.

He walked back into the cabin, mostly to calm himself.
Something about seeing her that way excited him in a
way nothing else had.  And he hadn't even started
whipping her yet.  Just the one stripe of the riding
crop crossed her perfect white hemispheres.  He had to
get himself under control, or he could easily hurt her,
leave a permanent scar.  He had, in the passed, left
his `mark' on a special woman or two.  But it wasn't a
scar caused by a poorly wielded whip.  He picked up his
pipe.  He hadn't finished smoking it, as he had been
interrupted, albeit, not rudely.

Sitting down in his chair he looped his legs over the
arm so that he was looking out the door of the cabin.
He re-lit the old pipe, gazing quietly out the door as
the aromatic smoke filled the cabin and beyond, calming
him.  The sight of the naked girl hanging from the roof
of his porch pleased him.  He had dreamed of doing
this, but had never done it before.  The imagery of
whipping a naked woman hanging exposed to the wide
outdoors appealed to his sense of the twisted and the
absurd.  It was fantasy come to life.  One of his
oldest and dearest.

He knocked his pipe against his palm when it was empty
to clear the bowl.  Thoughtfully he put it back in the
sealed humidor to protect it from drying out in the
thin mountain air.  The moisture-tight seal closed with
a `click'.

Karin heard him move away from her, leaving her hanging
by her wrists.  She was thankful he had used the wide
cuffs.  The extra width and strong lacing provided
support over a greater area and didn't cut off the
blood flow.  She wiggled her fingers occasionally, and
couldn't sense any signs of circulatory distress.  She
had heard him move away, then there was silence.  For a
while, the only sounds she could hear were the sounds
of her body, her heart beating, the blood whistling
through her aorta, the gurgling of gas.  Then she heard
the birds calling out, but buzzing of the millions of
insects.  She heard the underbrush rustle as something
slithered or crawled nearby.  The sun heated the board
in the roof and they cracked with expansion.  The world
of nature, when you get out away from the city, is a
noisy place.

She had smelled the smoke from his pipe as it drifted
out the cabin door.  Its sweet pungent odor enveloped
her mind, giving her visions of golden forests, crisp
autumn walks hand-in-hand, cheerleaders and football
games.  The invisible tendrils of smoke wove their
magic in her brain, binding her tighter to her mystery
man.

The `click' of the humidor in the silent mountain air
sounded like a gunshot.  He was moving again!  She
braced herself as best she could, but she had no idea
what was coming.  Only that one stoke that still burned
across her butt.

Her arms ached now, the muscles and tendons being
stretched more than usual.  She tried not to kick her
feet as any motions tormented her already stressed
shoulders and arms.  She strained to hear him, to find
out where he was, and perhaps that way get an idea of
what he was going to do.

Sam slipped off his loafers, then his socks.  The cool
stone of the cabin floor felt good against his feet.
The bare wood on the porch itched a little as he
stepped quietly out of the cabin.  He wasn't intending
to sneak up on her.  He knew that after a while, the
pain would focus the mind, much like meditation.  He
did not want to disturb Karin's focus.  Just yet.

When nothing happened and no sounds were made to give
away his position, Karin's mind wandered to the scene
in front of her.  She saw the lake in the distance more
clearly than ever before.  The trees were so clear; she
could see each needle, each leaf, and each branch.  She
saw the tiny animals; the ones no one ever saw because
they never moved if they thought you were there.  Their
tiny bodies darted back and forth, as if they needed to
be in two places at once.  She wondered at the color of
their fur, puzzling that it looked so soft and...

RED!!!!

Karin shook her head.  Where did that come from?  She
looked back up at the pink clouds.  There were red
tinges to all the leaves.  What was...

WHITE!!!!

Now the sunlight reflecting off the shimmering leaves
left white spots in her eyes.  Karin's dulled pain
receptors were coming back on line, but her mind was
fighting it.  The colors were too pretty.  She had
never seen such vivid colors before.  The REDS!!! and
GREENS!!!! and BLUES!!!! filled her mind with rainbows.

On the sixth stroke, she heard the soft `whoosh' just
before the supple crop caressed the bottom crease of
her ass, just above her thighs.  A trickle of pain
leaked through the rainbows.  It was the beginning of
the dam breaking.  She struggled to hold on to the
various colors, and managed to find a couple images she
could retain.  These she wrapped in her memory, holding
them tight as her lover covered her naked exposed
bottom with stripe after burning stripe.

When he could stand it no longer, he moved behind her
and thrust his steel shaft into her compliant anus.
She did not resist him, but he used no lubrication
except the sweat that dripped down her back and into
her ass crack.  It was insufficient to ease his way.
He forced his way into her burning ass one centimeter
at a time.  He went slowly, almost leisurely.  There
was no hurry now, no urgency.  There was no need to
conquer, no reason to hurt.  What was important was to
possess this woman completely.

When he was finally inside her to the hilt, he fucked
in and out of her clasping hole.  He was not
necessarily gentle, but he did not want to tear her
apart either.  He grunted into her ear when he came,
filling her back passage with his spunk.  He wasn't
sure if she came or not.  It wasn't important right
then.

He pulled out with a soft `plok'.  The acrid smell of
feces drifted up between them.  He grinned, thinking
that he would always think of this moment when he took
a shit from now on.  It was not an unpleasant prospect.

He retrieved the riding crop from where it lay.  Karin
was back in her own world now.  The ass-fuck had not
hurt her, not like it could have.  She had not found
this one that enjoyable, but she was there for his
pleasure.  She cried a little when she felt him spurt
his seed in her rectum, because now he would leave her.
She didn't fear what would come next.  She just missed
him inside her.

She was not aware of the stripes rising along her back
until they reached her kidneys.  She was being
thoroughly flayed as he worked his way up her back.  By
the time he had reached the midpoint, he was hard
again, hard enough to take her.  He methodically
finished pummeling her back from her sacrum to the
shoulders.

He dropped the whip and entered her once more.  This
time his prior deposit eased his entry.  This time he
did not hold back.  His fucking was frenzied, frantic,
maniacal.  He was a madman, a throwback to earlier
times.  He grunted and howled as he took his pleasure
in her hanging, beaten body.  The primitive urges that
overtook him would have shamed him at any other time.
They were the urges that civilization made laws
against, to prevent moral decay.  These urges he vented
on her defenseless body until, once again he released
his cum into her with a howl that set the hairs on her
arms on end.  It was the call of the wild and she
responded to it.

Karin had felt the blows coming higher on her back and
had flipped her head back and forth.  Not in pain, but
to clear her long hair from her back, giving him a
clear shot.  She urged him on, willed him to sate
himself on her body, in her body.  She did not feel the
pain anymore, not even the aches in her arms.  She
could feel the thud and hear the slap as the crop
landed solidly on her back, but there was no stinging
pain.  She knew in the back of her mind that her brain
had shut down to protect itself, but she wondered why
she was still conscious.  Who could she ask who would
know?

When he entered her a second time, she was ready for
him.  She relaxed her anus as much as she could to ease
his entry.  She pushed back as much as she could with
each forward thrust of his pelvis.  When he came, so
did she, in a satisfying quiet flutter of her pelvic
muscles.  In a way, it was the best orgasm she had ever
had.  It had been for his pleasure, and because of his
pleasure.  It pleased her that he had found
satisfaction in her again.

Sam stood back and looked at the figure hanging there.
In the dying light of the day, the red blotches looked
less angry, the raised purple welts looked black.  As
he took a moment from answering the call of the
primitive urges, he examined her back and buttocks for
breaks.  There were none.  She would hurt, but she
would not be scarred.

In the silence, he moved up behind her.  His intentions
were just to hold her, to quiet her down, then,
perhaps, if she would have him, make love to her.  He
had had his fantasy.  And more.  He reached around her
and held her lightly, not putting too much pressure on
her inflamed back.

Karin felt him there.  She knew, somehow, he was not
finished.  There was more in him, more anger, darkness,
something.  He needed to release it, to find his
limits, too.  To relish the release of his dark side,
and savor the taste of it.  She needed it, too.  She
felt his limp cock up against her butt.  It took every
ounce of will power and muscle control she had, but she
pressed her tender ass back against that slick smelly
cock.  Slowly she enticed it to a turgid state, half
hard, half soft.  Feeling her efforts paying off, she
redoubled them, becoming almost frantic, begging for
more from him.  He left tears on her shoulders as he
moved back from behind her.

There was no place else to attack her luscious body but
in the backs but her legs.  He was not unfamiliar with
whipping lower limbs, but he was tired.  He needed to
be extra careful not to hit the tendons in the backs of
her knees.  He decided the best approach was to go down
one, the back up the other.  So he beat her that way,
using a backhand/forehand cycle.  Only the fastest
moving part of the riding crop, the tip, met her taut
flesh.  Deep red welts rose up in a herring bone
pattern down one thigh, across the knee, down her long
calf to her heel.

His cock was hard again, much to his amazement.  He had
never been able to perform like this.  She incited him,
inflamed him, inflated him as no one had.  He was
beyond his fantasies now.  Her remaining unblemished
skin drove him on like an unfinished work of art.
Meticulously he matched the stokes on the first leg,
duplicating them in reverse order on the other.  He
ended with two stokes, one to her outer thigh, the
other splashing in the flow of cum, her cum, running
down her legs.

Throwing the crop out into the clearing in front of the
cabin, he took her again.  Again, he took her in the
ass.  This time he took her soul, her very being and
made it sing.  They moved together, joined in that
obscene, depraved union until he emitted his essence
into her once more.  He stayed embedded within her long
after he had cum, her compressions and spasms holding
him captive.  She seemed to cum forever, the spastic
clenching on his raw prick seeming beg him for more.
They stayed together like that until he realized she
had fallen asleep, hanging from her wrists on the front
porch.  He pulled out of her still-clasping anus, sat
down on the rough-hewn floor, and watched his lady love
drift into dreamless sleep.

It had been better than any fantasy he had ever had.
He tipped his head back against the wall of the cabin,
deep in thought.

Chapter 8
The first rays of the sun peeked over the cabin,
dulling the darkness with a muddy light.  The stars
winked out of sight behind the bluing sky.

Karin lurched awake with a small cry.  Her chin had
settled on her sternum as she slept and the spittle
from her mouth had run down between her breasts.  The
rivulet of moisture chilled her as it dried in the
early morning mountain air.  She went to wipe up the
dribble off her chin, but her arms wouldn't move.  The
memory of the night before came rushing back to her.
She opened her eyes and looked at her hands.  She was
still suspended from the rafter on the porch.

As she slowly came awake, she took stock of the changes
in her condition from last night.  The gag was gone.
She was not hanging freely as her feet were resting on
one of the benches from the porch.  What surprised her
most was that there was no pain in her back, her legs
or her ass.  If she were not still hanging where he had
put her the evening before, she might have thought it
was a dream.  But it had been real.  Her vaginal
muscles still twitched, as they had all night long, the
nerves firing randomly as they tried to catch up to the
intensity of what she had been feeling.  The was only
so much adrenaline to go around, though, so they stored
up their impulses and then fired later as her body
labored to fill in the backlog of adrenaline.

Sam had heard her cry out as she came awake.  He had
debated long and hard about leaving her strung up, but
in the end, her peaceful slumber was the deciding
factor.  She needed to rest to allow her body to
recover from what she had gone through.

He had removed the ballgag and placed the bench under
her feet.  Then he had taken a moist towel and cleaned
her up, drying her with a big fluffy towel so she
wouldn't chill in the night air.  After she was clean,
he took some salves he had had specially made up.  One
of the other men in the `Presidents Club' was a major
pharmaceutical manufacturer.  His research facilities
were able to combine the right ingredients to get the
effect Sam wanted.  He didn't know what was in the
stuff, but it did what he wanted.

The salve he had put on Karin's back reduced the pain,
primarily.  It had antibiotic properties, incase one of
the wounds broke open.  It also reduced any swelling.

Consequently, Karin looked like shit from the back, but
she felt a lot better than she looked.  He knew she
still needed the time to heal, but wanted to wait to
see how she reacted before coddling her, as he knew she
would claim he had done.

Karin felt his touch as he came up and stood behind
her.  She automatically spread her feet on the bench,
widening her ass cheeks to give him access.

"Good morning, Karin.  How are you feeling?"

"This slave feels glorious, Sir.  Thank you for asking.
And..."

"Yes?"

"Thank you for last night, Sir.  I hope I did not
disappoint you.  I should not have fallen asleep.  I
promise to do better next time."

Her words shook him.  It had not been a game to her.
She was still his slave, still acting or pretending to
be.  Or she thought he had really meant that that was
what he wanted of her.  He was silent as he rested his
head on her shoulder.  She turned her face to his but
couldn't focus her eyes because of his nearness to her.

"Karin.  You were wonderful.  Beyond my wildest hopes
and dreams.  I have never had a night like last night."

"I am happy for you, Sir.  I, uh, I enjoyed it, too."
Her head tipped over to the side and rested up against
his.  "Sir? I, uh, ummm."

"What is it, Karin?"

"Well, I, uh, well, are we, umm, are you going to do
me, Sir?  I mean, well, it's OK and all, but, uh, if
you aren't, you may want to move your feet before I,
ummmm, well, Sir, I have to go real bad."

With two `clicks' her wrists were freed from the
rafter.  He caught her in his strong arms as she
collapsed, her ankles and knees refusing to hold her
weight.  He managed to grab the roll of toilet paper
that hung on its customary nail on the porch rail and
headed with her into the brush.  He found a clearing
and gently settled her into a crouch.

She rested on her haunches, her feet and knees spread
wide.  He crouched in front of her, holding both her
hands in his to give her support so she wouldn't keel
over backwards.  She was embarrassed by his scrutiny at
first and couldn't release the fluid in her bladder.
As he continued to hold her and look into her eyes, a
tiny hissing indicated the release of the urine.

His eyes turned downward, his curiosity overcoming his
control.  She urinated for several moments during which
time he watched her genitals intently.  When she was
done, he gathered both her hands in one of his.  He
took several sheets of tissue and blotted her dry.  He
looked back up at her to see she had blushed a deep
crimson at the intimacy he had taken with her.

He helped her stand up.  Her legs seemed able to hold
her now.  He took the shovel he kept in the clearing
and turned the soil so the wet tissue and the damped
ground were buried.  The bacteria in the soil could
break down the faster when it was covered.  And it
didn't blow all over, either.

"Are you finished?" he asked her.

She looked at him quizzically.

"Number two?  Do you have to poop, crap, shit, build a
dung heap, dump a load, float a log...?"

She was laughing as he tapered off.  Her musical
laughter was infectious and soon he was grinning, too.
He had been trying to be so serious.

"No, I don't.  Not yet, anyway.  But if you want to
wipe that, too, I can try..." she said coyly.

He growled at her in mock anger and swept her back up
in his arms.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and
snuggled into his broad chest.  As he started back to
the cabin, his foot caught an errant root and he
stumbled slightly.  She tightened her grip around his
neck.  He caught his balance and stopped, swearing
quietly under his breath.

"Sir?"

"Huh, what?"

"I think I can walk, Sir.  You do not need to carry
me."

He looked at her serious face.  His mood softened.  "I
know, Honey.  But I want to."

He stood there quietly for a moment staring at her
face, memorizing its shape, the color of her eyes, and
the innocence he saw there.  She watched him looking at
her, nervous at first.  A lingering kiss to her nose,
then one to each of her eyes, then one in the center of
her forehead brought a contented sigh from her and she
relaxed under his inspection.

She peeked out of one eye, squinting up at his face to
see if he was still looking at her.  He was.  With an
impish wiggle, she cleared her throat.

"Uh, Sir?"

"Yes, Honey?"

"Ummm, I could go pee again.  If you wanted to play
with me down there again, that is..."  She squeezed
both her eyes shut tight, not wanting to see his
reaction.  She missed a very adolescent blush, she
having caught him out on an irresistible impulse.  It
had been a spur of the moment thing that, in
retrospect, was probably not the thing to do.  He
decided to play along.

"Uh, yeah, I'd like that."  He set her down and
positioned them as they had been before.  This time he
did not look at her face, just down at her cunt.  Karin
worked for about three minutes before a tiny dribble
emerged.

"That's it?"

"Yes.  I'm sorry, Sir.  I'll do better later.  After
breakfast...?"

He blotted her dry again, this time spending more time
than necessary fondling her.  Her breathing was ragged
when he finished.

"Hmmm.  I can't seem to keep it dry.  It seems to be
seeping something from down here."  He emphasized his
point by inserting his finger into her damp pussy.  She
gasped at his invasion of her but stayed as she was,
with her knees spread wide to give him access.  He
fingerfucked her until her eyes rolled up into her
head.  She shuddered satisfactorily.

Sam helped her up, and she stood, weaving from side to
side.  He turned and started up the path.

"Sir!" came her panicked voice from behind him.

He turned and saw her leaning heavily against a
convenient tree.  He cocked his head, silently asking
her what was wrong.

"I-I-I-I'll take that offer of a ride, if it's still
open.  My legs don't seem to want to work..."  Her
voice tapered off as she started to slump to the
ground.

He reached out and caught her before she hit the
ground.  He lifted her again and carried her limp form
to the cabin.  There he gently laid her on the cot.
She felt his tears as they ran down his face and
dripped on her naked body.  She felt a certain sadness
he was crying for her, but her lassitude wouldn't let
her generate the effort to show she cared.

Over the next 24 hours, she allowed him to care for her
completely, even letting him clean her ass without
comment when she had to shit.  He did not make love to
her that night.  He wrapped her in his arms and rocked
her back and forth in his big chair all night long.
She was feeling much better by then, but he didn't
trust that either of them would be able refrain from
sex if they were both in the cot.  As it was, her soft
hand worked down into his shorts and claimed his cock
as her own.  She would not give it up after numerous
attempts by him to dislodge her, but she did tacitly
agree not to stroke him or make him cum.  She slept
with his hardened cock firmly in her grasp.  He was
amused to see that even in her REM state she kept her
grip on him.  He wondered what she was dreaming of.

Sam caught a couple of hour rest that night.  He woke
with a guilty flinch.  He looked down to see her
looking up at him.

"Good morning, Karin.  How are you feeling this
morning?"

"Good morning, Sir.  I, uh, I'm fine.  Really.  This
time I am."  She was gnawing on her lower lip, a sign
he was beginning to recognize.  She wanted to ask him
something that meant a lot to her.

"What is it, Honey?"

"Huh?  Nothin...  Oh!"  She jumped as he slapped her
lightly on the rump.

"Truth.  No lies, OK?"

She buried her face in his chest as she nodded.  It
took her some time for her to continue.  "Sir.  You
said you would, uhm, you know, that we would, uh,
...shit!"  She glared up at him.  "You said you were
going to fuck me.  Are you ever going to?  Uh, sorry.
...Sir?"  She tacked on his title a bit late.  He let
it go, given the question.

"You have been through a lot.  I didn't want to push
you too much."

"I was ready last night, Sir.  I tried to let you know
by, you know, this."  She rubbed her hand up and down
his shaft.

"I wondered about that.  But I must admit I liked the
feeling of sleeping in your grasp all night long.  It
could be habit forming."  He grinned.

"I liked holding you, too, Sir," she said shyly.  "I
could feel your heart beating.  It felt warm and nice."
She looked up at him.  "Well...?"

He threw up his hands in mock surrender.  "Oh, hell.
If I <have> to, I guess we'll just get it over with."
She fell to the floor with a squeal as he stood
abruptly.  She was still squealing as he carried her
over to the soft double bed and laid her down.
Stripping quickly, he got into next to her.  She
squealed for a long time that morning and into the
afternoon.

Karin lay on her side, her head resting on her lover's
chest.  The minor twinges of pain from her bruises
forgotten.  She had finally been fucked.  Sure they had
done it before, that first night, but he had held back.
This time she knew she had taken all he had to give.
He was so big and strong he had to hold back with other
women.  With Karin, he could let go, fuck her long and
hard, without the fear of injuring her.  Not that she
was built like a tank, far from it.  But she had
substance and endurance in her trim frame.

She twirled the tiny strands of hair on his chest
around her finger.  As she passed his nipple, she
flicked it with her fingernail.  He groaned in his
sleep.  The little nub of flesh stood up and begged for
more.  She leaned over and kissed it, sucking it into
mouth.  She chewed on it lightly.  That brought more
groans from him.  Blowing on the moistened nipple
resulted in his hand slapping sleepily at the pesky
irritant.  She captured his hand in hers and laced
their fingers together.  It fit nicely.

"Don't think I've ever been woken up as nice as that."
His voice came quietly from above her head.

They lay in silence, contented, sated.  They were both
aware time was flying by and that this idyllic trip
would soon be over.  Neither wanted to talk about that.

"Have you ever been tied up before, done this kind of
thing before?"

"No."  She decided to skip the brutal rape by Bill and
Bruce.  She could tell him later, and she knew that
wasn't what he meant.  "I've only tied myself up with
some ropes and stuff.  But it never feels right,
because I always have to leave a way out. That kind of
ruins it."

"Oh."  He thought a moment.  "What about the painful
stuff?"

"That just seems to be a part of it, I guess.  I like
not being able to do anything.  Which means you can do
anything, everything you want.  The pain isn't that
bad.  It makes the feeling of being helpless so much
more intense."  She thought a minute.  "You know, you
could have tied my feet last night.  I wouldn't have
minded."

"I know.  But you didn't kick you feet.  I was ready
to."

"Oh.  OK.  I guess I'll just have to kick you next
time, then."

"Ouch!"  This last was due to a double assault on his
senses.  She had kneed him in the thigh as she had
pulled several chest hairs out by the roots.

"Ohhhh!"  Karin suddenly found herself sitting on the
cold stone floor.

Sam growled ferociously as he grabbed her arm and
dragged her to one of the cabin's main center posts.
There were four large posts in the large room, widely
spaced in a square, holding the roof up.  This post was
not too near the fire, but was close enough to warm
them both.  The flickering light from the open stove
cast a dancing satanic light on the salacious
proceedings.  Twilight was falling outside the cabin.

He made her stand with her back up against the rough
wooden post.  Going around behind her, he grabbed her
wrists and tied them tightly behind the post.  He
picked up a short broomstick and shoved it between the
post and her elbows, forcing her back to arch and her
chest to stick out.  Her breasts stood proudly on
display in this forced posture.  He passed a loop of
rope around each end of the stick.  Slowly he worked
her elbows together until they touched.  He tied off
the loops, keeping her stressed joints together.  This
forced her tits to jut out even more.

He knelt down at her feet.  Her high heels were lying
there.  With a wicked grin, he slipped them on her
feet, then readjusted her tied arms behind the post to
accommodate her new height.  Her feet pointed down at
an extreme angle that shaped her calves, thighs and
butt.  Kneeling again, he tied a rope tightly around
her ankles, first binding them together, then fastening
them to the post.  A rope binding her knees in a
similar fashion followed.

He took care with the ropes, tying her tight but not
dangerously so.  His loops and knots were neat, the
white cotton fiber making a pleasing patterns as he
bound her.

Karin's cunt started creaming, her fantasy was coming
to reality.  It was even better this way.  Tears of joy
streamed down her face and dripped on her tits as she
watched him labor on her restraints.  She had to strain
her head far forward and peek between her swollen
globes to see him working.

He glanced up and saw her tears.  A shocked look
crossed his face and her started to stand up.

"No!  No, don't stop!  Please!  I've dreamed of this
happening and now it is.  It's OK, really."  She gave
him a teary smile.  Her sniffle didn't help convince
him.

He looked up at her for a long moment.  "OK.  Tell me
what to do.  Help me make it good for you, OK?"

She leaned back her head against the post and sobbed in
joy.  He jumped to his feet and nearly tripped on the
ropes on the floor.  The look on his face and his
actions struck her as humorous and she started to
giggle.  Then laugh.  He joined in with her and the
tensions eased between them.  Finally catching her
breath, she said,

"First, kiss me."

"OK, I can do that"

"Hard."

"Oooh, I see.  And long?"

"Yessss, Sir!"

He spent several minutes kissing.  He kissed not just
her mouth, but her ears, nose, chin, eyes and neck.

"OK, now what?"  They were both breathing heavily.  The
thought of tying her up so completely was turning him
on, too.

She instructed him to tie the ropes around her calves
and mid thighs, in addition to the ones around her
ankles and knees he had already tied.  They weren't
necessary, she just liked the feeling of the ropes.
Twice she made him tie the ropes tighter, cutting into
her flesh and molding her upright to the post.

She had him tie a thick rope around her waist, but not
around the post.  The rope cut into her soft waist.
Then she had him show her all other ropes he had.  She
selected the thickest, roughest fiber rope he had.

When she told him what to do with it he looked dubious.
She repeated her instructions, reassuring him that it
would be OK.

Sam forced the end of the rough rope between her
thighs, just under her pussy.  The stiff sharp fibers
that made up the rope scraped and irritated the tender
skin of her inner thighs as it was pulled through to
the back.  She hissed out her breath as the rope was
pulled up against her crotch.  Her asshole and pussy
lips flamed with the fiery touches.

He tied the rough rope tightly to the waist belt in the
small of her back.  He forced the knot of the rope in
between the post and her back so that the rough rope
was centered down her ass crack.

Looking her directly in the eye, he grasped the end of
the rope dangling in front of her.  He pulled it up
steadily, firmly embedding the scratchy rope against
her cunt lips.

"Harder," she gasped.

He pulled it up tighter.

"More!"

He gave a it sharp jerk.  Her eyes rolled up into her
head as the rough rope pushed aside her protective
outer lips and rubbed directly on her hooded clit.
Soon, it, too, was under direct assault from the sharp
fibers as it swelled out of its protective casing.

"AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH.  Oh SHIT, OH YES, YES,
YES, YES!"

Sweat broke out on her forehead from the force of her
cum.  A weak smile greeted his bewildered eyes.  He
would never have thought of that insidious feature.

Her hips move tentatively against the crotch rope.  She
would be rubbed raw in a short time.  She stopped her
movements short of her climax.

"Now do my boobs," she said.

She told him how to tie off the spongy orbs from her
chest with thin cords, making them stick out even more
and slightly askew.  She saw his growing fascination
with them as he tied them.  She decided against the
second banding around the center of the bulging
spheres.

The tension in her crotch was phenomenal.  She was
completely restrained at last.  Her hips moved back and
forth rhythmically as she lost her battle with her self-
control.  She popped off with a major climax almost at
once.

He waited until she was done.

"What happens next?" he asked.

"That's up to you, Sir," she said, slipping back into
her slave mode.  "Now it's your turn.  You seem to
enjoy whipping me,..."  She looked awkwardly down
towards her ass, protected by the post from any serious
punishment.  "...but maybe you could pick another
target...?"

Her stomach was bare, and her cunt was fairly
accessible.  She wasn't sure which of those targets he
would pick.  Then she saw his gaze linger and fixate on
her breasts.  Her tender, swollen breasts.  A shudder
of anticipation went through her body.

"Oh God, he's going to beat my tits.  I don't know if I
can stand that.  But look at his thing!  It's so big
and hard.  It excites him."  These thoughts went
through her mind at a race.

"Sam?"

"Yes?"  He didn't look up at her, just stared at her
bound, jutting breasts.

"It's OK.  You can whip me there.  Really."  She
hesitated, and then went on.  "But you had better gag
me.  I wouldn't want you to stop until I've had as much
as you think I need."  She looked him directly in his
eye.  "Please?"

He saw the fear in her eyes, and the determination.

He kissed her softly before he gagged her with a piece
of thick, soft rope. First he stuffed a small towel in
her mouth.  He tied the rope around the post, holding
her head fast against the wooden post.  This added to
her feeling of helplessness.  Tears of fear and
happiness streamed down her cheeks.

When he was finished tying her up, the first thing he
did was to pull the sliver through the nipple the rest
of the way.  It had purposely remained there through
their lovemaking.  She had cum like a wild woman
whenever he had twisted it.  When she felt he had
ignored it for too long, she would dig into his chest
or thigh or groin with one of the sharp ends.

He needed to remove it now because he didn't want it to
break off and permanently injure her, and with what he
had planned, it would have been broken.  He cleaned her
perforated nipple with alcohol to prevent infection.

Standing in front of her, he braced himself.  He wanted
to do this.  It excited him.  The fact that he cared
about her more than the any of the others made him want
to back off from what he was about to do.  But she
wanted him to do it.  He steeled himself and swung his
big hand up.  The resounding slap sounded like a
gunshot in the small cabin.

Her tits swung violently around her chest from the
blow.  Because of her posture and the ropes, her breast
tissues were swollen and firm.  The open handed blow
had caught the lower half of the right hemisphere,
mashing it into the other tit.  Her eyes opened wide
and she screamed into the gag.  Immediately her hips
began grinding frantically against the post, flexing
against the crotch rope.

A second slap reddened the left tit to match the color
rising from the first blow.  His cock was at the
bursting point.  A third blow to the other tit followed
quickly.  His breathing was raspy from his excitement.
He was quickly loosing reason and the animalistic glaze
in his eyes thrilled her and filled her with dread.

He walked over to the pile of equipment and selected a
heavy leather strap about three inches wide and two
feet long.  Her eyes were wide with fear as she watched
him move back to her.

He paused to kiss the inflamed nipples.  Then he
lightly licked the tip of her nose, licking up a
teardrop that had collected there.  He savored the
salty taste as he looked questioningly into her eyes.
She saw he was looking for reassurance, so she nodded
to him as best she could with her head tied to the
post.  He understood her and smiled softly, almost
sadly, at her.  He dried her tears with his sleeve.

Stepping back from her, he swung the heavy strap in a
wide arch.  The target this time was her smooth belly.
The thick belt smacked into her just below her ribs,
curling around her sides.  A second heavy blow landed
just below the first.  By the third strike, she knew he
was going to satisfy his need to beat her and she
relaxed into the pain that flooded her being.  It was
different this time.  She felt the pain, screaming to
ease the biting stings.

A fourth and fifth stripe crossed her body.  He
proceeded lower, down across her smoothly mounded lower
belly.  He took nothing off the blows as he dropped his
aim and the sharp, stimulating pain coursed through her
mind in a cleansing flood.  The next blow covered her
cunt with stinging leather.  She came, hard, her cum
juice spurting out of her in an arc and splashing down
between them on the stone floor.

He continued to beat her down thighs and shins, letting
the fat belt wrap around her limbs to get maximum
coverage.  Sweat was dripping from his face because of
his exertions.  They were both breathing heavily, he
from the work, she from the climaxes she was having.

He set the strap down.  As she looked at him, she could
tell by the gleam in his eye that he wasn't finished
yet.  She hoped that he would continue to the end of
what he had planned, what he needed to do, and not stop
short because of her.

He went over to where he had hung his jacket and pulled
out a small leather case.  Coming back, he gently
caressed her breast with the punctured nipple.  It was
still quite sore, but he flicked at it until it stood
painfully out from the swollen globe.

Opening the case, he pulled out a small gold ring.
Gazing into her eyes, he threaded it through the hole
made by the wooden sliver.  She inhaled sharply at the
intense pain of those nerves being battered, but kept
her eyes glued to his tender ones.  She saw a tear
trickle down his cheek.

He swabbed the pierced nipple with alcohol, cleaning
the newly inserted ring.  The cool stinging liquid made
her wince. Her eyes grew wider when he cleaned the
other nipple.  Her breath caught in her throat as he
took an odd tool from the case and fitted a sterile
needle in its fat jaws.  It didn't look familiar to
her, but its purpose was clear.  It was meant to make
holes in flesh.

"He's leaving his mark on me!" she thought, closing her
eyes in anticipation.

The piercing machine was fit against her breast.  The
metal of the handles was cool on her hot flesh.  She
opened her eyes when nothing happened.  He was looking
to her for permission.  She wrinkled her nose at him
and winked, teasing him and gave him a definite nod.
As definitive as she could with her head tied to the
post.  His eyes lit up and he squeezed the stainless
steel plunger through her nipple.

Her eyes widened at the incredible pain that shot
through her nipple.  She screamed into the gag.  Even
the piercing of the other nipple by the sliver had not
hurt this much.  She fought her bonds in earnest for
the first time, but couldn't move a muscle.  She
finally calmed down, reveling in her utter
helplessness.

He threaded another gold ring through this freshly
pierced button.  She was breathing heavily from the
experience.  Even her flexing hips could not raise the
sexual tension in her body higher, to push her over the
edge.  She was exhausted, limp in her bonds.  She her
eyes closed and did not see him preparing the soldering
iron.

The first drop of jewel's solder touched the split in
the golden ring and flowed into the narrow opening,
sealing it into a solid ring as it cooled.  The second
drop flowed onto the second ring.  It was angled a bit
different, and the hot solder met the delicate nipple
tissue.  Karin didn't even jerk as she fainted from the
pain.

Chapter 9

Sam had released her from her stringent bondage after
she had fainted.  He didn't want to put her through
another night of having to sleep standing up.  He had
massaged her wrists and legs with his special soothing
lotion he had used before, but, as with the stripes on
her back, the marks would last for days, especially
those between her legs and cunt lips where the rough
rope had rubbed the tender skin almost raw.  She was
very tender in her nether regions.  The salve didn't
help when that much of the protective layers of the
skin were damaged and the nerves almost exposed.

She stirred on the bed.  He stopped what he was doing
and went over to stand by the bed.  She looked up at
him, the focus in her eyes far away.  A grin slowly
came to her lips when she was able to bring him into
focus.  He had removed his clothes while he has whipped
her and had not bothered to dress after she had
fainted.  Reaching over to him, she grabbed his prick
firmly.

"More," she said.  It was neither a question nor a
demand.

"More?"  Sam's voice cracked when he spoke, causing
them both to crack up.

"You promised."

"I know I did.  I just want to be sure you're OK."

She turned a defiant eye to his tender one.  "You
promised!" she repeated, this time emphatically.  "You
promised you would fuck me after."  She looked up at
him and he could see the desperation in her eyes.
"Pleeease?"

He sighed as he lay down beside her on the bed.  His
hands floated over her body, slowly arousing her,
bringing her to the edge repeatedly.  His lips suckled
at her tits, his tongue flicking over the gold rings.
It was a novel sensation for her, and it drove her to
the brink as easily as his feathery touches to her raw
clit.

When he took her, he treated her with extreme care.  It
was much too gentle for her taste.  She eased her body
out from under him and pushed him over on his back.
Her sore muscles screamed at her actions but she was
determined to have him her way.  She lifted her leg up
and over his torso and settled down over him,
straddling his hips.  She froze, squeezing her eyes
shut.  It hurt so good she almost fainted.

Karin laid her palms on his shoulders and pressed down,
resting on her straightened arms.  She kept her eyes
closed and breathed deeply several times, willing the
pain into the background.  He lay still under her, his
prick nestled between her pussy and his body.  She had
not yet gotten to the point of sliding back and
inserting him into her pussy.  Even so, he was amazed
at her determination and stamina to get this far.
Against his dominant instincts, he decided to let her
set the pace this time.  He was completely satisfied
with their trip so far, having satisfied his dark needs
for inflicting pain and domination.  This rest was
gravy for him.

With a catch in her breath, she raised her pelvis up
off his stomach.  She reached beneath her, feeling
between their bodies.  She carefully positioned his fat
cock head against the tight opening of her cunt.  She
pushed back firmly, crying out to the darkened gloom,
and fully seated herself on his saddle horn.  Pleasure
mixed with pain flooded her senses as she was filled
with his hot pulsing meat.

Karin just sat there for the longest time.  This
fucking thing was so new to her, and his cock was so
massive, she still needed time to adjust to it filling
her.  When he was inside her, deep and hard as he was
now, she could think of nothing else.  She could feel
nothing else.  The fullness, the completeness pushed
all other feelings out of her mind.  She blushed as she
realized that when he filled her, she became a cunt.
Just a cunt.  A living, throbbing hole that needed to
be satisfied.  She could feel his slow steady heart
beat through his prick, a drummer in counterpoint to
her own rapid beat.

Giving in to base urges with a groan, she rocked back
and forth on his erection, establishing a rhythm that
matched the beat of her inner drummer.  Sam lay passive
beneath her, content to be along for the ride.  He kept
a close eye out for any signs of distress in her,
however.  It took a lot away from his enjoyment, but he
felt responsible that she not be injured.

Karin opened her eyes and saw his concerned, but happy
face.  She leaned forward to kiss his forehead, then
his eyes, then his nose and finally his lips.  As she
kissed him, her dangling tits brushed up against the
hairs on his chest.  The over-sensitized buds sent
thrills coursing through her as she shimmied her
shoulders to sway her breasts sexily over his chest as
they kissed.

Breaking the kiss, she burrowed her face into his neck.
"Thank you," came her muffled voice.

"You're welcome!" he answered, then asked, puzzled,
"For what?"

She pulled his hands up to cup her breasts, the gold
nipple rings burning into his palms form the heat
between them.

"For these."

"Oh?  Why is that something to thank me for?"  He was
teasing her, but wanted her to verbalize what she was
thinking.

"Because I'll always have these to remember our time
together.  Even when the aches and pains are gone, I
will have these.  So, `Thank You, Sir.'"

"Oh.  OK."

"Sir?" she asked a little later.

He nodded for her to continue.

"Sir, I know your name isn't Sam, but that's OK with
me.  I really don't need to know.  It sort of adds to
the mystery."  She continued, twisting his chest hairs
around her finger.  She was fascinated with them.  "If
you need me, you know who I am and where I live.  I
want you to know that you will always be welcome there,
even if you just want to talk.  I'd love to visit the
cabin again, anytime you want .... or need."  Her
fingers dug into his pectorals, emphasizing her last
point.

He felt shamed and elated the same time.  He had not
planned to reveal his identity to her.  It was a sort
of tradition.  The members of the President's Club had
agreed that when they brought `special' dates, the
dates were not to know any of their identities.
Special dates, which Karin had been, sometimes
experienced unexpected advances from their escorts.
Sam always made sure each woman he escorted to the
annual event knew what to expect before they engaged in
anything.  He also stopped at the first refusal to
continue, but some of the others members of the Club
had been known to get a little out of hand.  Sam was a
firm believer that `No' meant `No.'

He had not heard that particular word on this
phenomenal weekend.  Karin had refused him nothing, at
great cost to her body.  He had used her in every way
possible.  He had marked her with his own nipple rings.
Yes, she was a special girl, but not the kind he had
thought initially.  He had taken, but not given in
return.  She had nailed his sexual needs on the head
and accepted them.  Hell, she had encouraged him to
break through his own fears about his dark obsession
and to accept it himself.  Now she was giving him the
future.  No questions asked.  No demands.

It was an uncomfortable moment.  He wasn't sure if she
wanted him to say something.  He was afraid if he did
open his mouth, he would end up professing his undying
love for her.  As much as he felt that was the truth,
he also knew that these weekends were highly charged
emotional events.  What he felt now, he might not feel
next week, next month, next year.  He had only just met
her, and, well... Oh, SHIT!  It sounded just as empty
to him the second time when he reviewed it.  It was as
obvious a rationalization as he had ever heard.  He was
glad he had not said anything.

Sam laid his head back on the pillow and closed his
eyes.  Her pussy was still milking his prick as she lay
on top of him, watching his inner struggle as it played
out on his face.  She had hoped, well, that she would
at least find out his name.  It had been worth a shot.
She could always just think of him as `Sam' until he
decided to tell her his real name.  What was important
now was that their time together was quickly ending.
She wanted to make the most of it.

She latched on to his chin with her sharp white teeth,
shaking her head like a terrier.  With her arms, she
grabbed him to her soft breasts.  She stretched her
legs out straight behind her.  Rolling onto her side, a
firm grasp on his cock with her hungry cunt, she
whispered to him, her manner urgent, "Fuck me, Sam,
Fuck me hard!"

He completed the roll she had started and settled her
on her back.  He leaned on her pelvis heavily, wanting
to irritate the raw flesh there.  She lifted her knees
to her chest to give him even greater access to her
pussy, daring him to do his worst, or best, to her.
Incited, he reached down, grabbed her ankles and bent
them up beside her head.  Her positioned lifted her
hips off the bed, and put her wet canal in a perfect
line with his raging cock.  When he drove down into her
cunt with all his weight, he bottomed out and stretched
her cunt wall to a new size.

He kept his promise to fuck her hard, and long.  He had
come several times over the course of the last three
days. Although his prick was rock hard, he felt
confident that he was going to be able to draw this
last fuck out for a long time.

It turned out to be not as long as he had hoped.  Her
magical cunt muscles began squeezing and milking his
prick as soon as she began to climax.  She screamed out
her ecstasy with each peak lasting several minutes.
Before long, her sexual excitement infected him and he
began to pump his final load into her, his rod swelling
as he peaked.  He grunted and stiffened as she screamed
for him to empty his spurting cock into her.  Spent, he
collapsed on her sweaty body.  His deflating prick
slipped from deep inside her body.  Sadness settled
over the two lovers at the climax to their time at the
cabin.  It had truly been a special time.  They held
each other tightly, even as they drifted into a sound
asleep.

Sam and Karin drove back to the city in sated silence
early the next morning.  They had made love once more,
but it had been almost an anti-climax.  The urgency was
gone, both of their compulsions had been satisfied, for
the moment, at least.  Sam had brought along loose
sweat shirt and sweat pants for her to wear back to the
city, correctly guessing that those soft loose garments
wouldn't irritate her skin.  At first light, Karin had
teased and dared him into the icy waters of the pool
before they left for the city.  They had skinny dipped
like innocent teenagers, splashing and dunking each
other with wild abandon.  She was strong enough to give
him back as good as she got.  When he broke through the
icy surface, gasping for air after she had dunked him
again for the umpteenth time, he cried `uncle.'
Staggering ashore, they collapsed on the bank in peals
of laughter.  He had never enjoyed himself more at the
cabin.

His cellular telephone started ringing as soon as he
came into range of a cell.  That was a bad sign.  He
had had his secretary reschedule all of his meetings
indefinitely.  She was one of the few former visitors
to the cabin and understood there was no schedule, no
timetable for these things.  That someone needed him
urgently enough to auto-redial his cell phone could
only mean a major international client was in big
trouble.  That's all he dealt with, the major accounts.

His mind switched automatically to business mode as he
hit the Send button to answer his phone.  Karin sat
beside him quietly as he drove, listening quietly, not
interrupting.  She knew she didn't have to tease or
pester him for attention like an adolescent would have.
She sensed his affection for her.  When he was ready,
when he needed her, he would come back to her.  He
hadn't said so in so many words, but she knew.

She closed her eyes, listening to his side of the
conversation.  "...I've been out of town.  Personal.
... No, no, I'm fine.  Never better, in fact. .... Hong
Kong?  .... Ouch!  ... That bad, huh?  ...  Have my
secretary go to my apartment and pack a bag. ... Yeah,
she knows, she's done it before.  Knowing her she's
already there waiting with it. ... Yes, she's that good
and, no you can't have her. ... The flight leaves in 45
minutes? ... Well, if I push it, I can just make it.
... Right. ... Talk to you from Hong Kong."

Just as he finished speaking, they pulled up in front
of her apartment.  She leaned over, gave him a quick
peck on the cheek, and said, "Go on now.  I know you're
in a hurry."  She jumped out of the car and closed the
door before he could say a word.  His mind was already
on the disaster he was going to have to deal with.  He
knew there was something he wanted to say to her, but
she was gone and out of the car before he had a chance
to get his mind in gear.  He waved good bye to her and
grinned as she mouthed `Thank You' as he drove out of
sight.

He was about 10,000 feet in the air when it came to
him.  "Shit!" he exclaimed, causing the first class
attendant to spill a drink on the squalling brat two
rows up.  He had intended to tell Karin his name.  He
made a note to tell his secretary to contact her.  She
would understand.  She had been there before.

At the same time the flight attendant was dousing the
passenger, Karin was echoing his 'Shit,' albeit under
her breath.

She had walked up to her apartment.  The future looked
bright.  For the first time in her life, she felt
loved.  She had found a man, her man, and he needed
her.  She wandered aimlessly around the apartment,
running her hands over the leather chair they had put
to such good use.  She could still see the crusty
stains of their mingled cum juices.  She found herself
in the bedroom, tightly holding onto the homemade whip
and absently snapping the clothespins when the knock
came at the door.

She opened it with a wide smile, thinking her `Sam' had
thrown his career out the window and had come back to
ride off into the sunset with his true love.  The smile
faded, as she looked at the two large men in ill-
fitting blue suits standing at the door.  Each was
holding up a badge.

"Mrs. Saunders?  Mrs. Karin Saunders?" the taller of
the two asked her.

"Yes, I'm Karin Saunders."

"Ma'am, I'm Sgt. Wilson, this is Sgt. Hague.  We'd like
you to come downtown with us to answer some questions."

Karin had never had any contact with the authorities.
She didn't ask why, she didn't even think of refusing.
She simply sighed, stepped into the hallway, closing
the door behind her, and went with the two officers.

An hour later, she sat in the interrogation room in
shock.  From the gist of the questions, she had pieced
together that something had happened to Bill.  She had
been so relieved it hadn't been Sam.  But they kept
hounding her and hounding her for where she was the
last four days, why had she moved out of the house, who
did the apartment belong to, and on and on.  The tall
man did all the talking.  The other one, the older one,
just stood against the wall, glaring at her.  He scared
her.

Sgt. Wilson, the junior of the two officers, was doing
all the talking to keep his partner from loosing his
badge.  Sgt. Hague had known Bill Saunders for years
and considered him a good friend.  He had never met the
new wife, and all Bill had ever said to him about their
sudden marriage was that it had been a big mistake.  He
had called her a `gold-digger.'  Bill had jokingly
brushed it all off with some raunchy comments about her
insatiable sex drive or something, which made everyone
laugh and a little jealous of him, too.

Sgt. Hague was taking Bill's murder particularly hard.
He had not asked to be assigned to the case, in fact,
he had tried to explain that he couldn't do a good job
because of his friendship with the victim.  Their
lieutenant, a real hard-assed bitch, had noted his
concern and assigned him the case anyway.  He knew
better than to question her decision.  The last guy who
had dared to challenge her was still writing parking
tickets.  Not wishing the same fate, Sgt. Hague had
thrown himself into the case, and it had solved itself.

A search of the house had revealed a fully stocked
woman's closet with most of the tags still hanging from
the never-worn clothes.  What they didn't find were
toiletries, underwear or personal effects.  The young
new wife was nowhere to be found.  A wider search of
Bill's properties had turned up evidence of someone
living in one of the vacant apartments in one of the
unused warehouses, but a two-day stakeout had turned up
nothing.  Convinced she had fled the city they had set
a trip alarm on the door on the outside chance someone
would up.  In their experience, persons who committed
domestic crimes were pretty stupid when it came to
police procedures.  The didn't really think anyone
would be dumb enough to go back to their hideout.  They
were surprised when the alarm had gone off.  They were
even more surprised when it turned out that the
intruder who had set the alarm off was their suspect.

For the next 12 hours Karin Saunders was questioned
over and over about her whereabouts and who she had
been with the last 3-4 days.  Nothing was said about
why she was there.  Sgt. Hague really wanted the bitch
to trip herself up and say something incriminating.  It
was a surprise to the young wife, therefore, when she
was booked for the murder of her husband at the end of
those 12 long grueling hours.  She had not confessed,
but in twelve hours of intense questioning, she had
never told them where she had been, whom she had been
with, no alibis, no witnesses, nothing.  Even more
convincing in the minds of the officers was the fact
that she had never once, in the entire twelve hours,
asked for or referred to her husband.  She had never
asked for a lawyer.  To them, that told them she was
guilty, that she already knew he was dead.  They had
not released the news of his death, so it had never
made the news.  She knew about it, because she had done
it.

Lt. Sandra Billings, the `hard-assed bitch,' had
watched the last 4 hours of the interrogation from
behind the one-way mirror.  It didn't look good for
Mrs. Karin Saunders.  She was the only suspect, and, as
her husband's spouse and the sole beneficiary of a
multimillion-dollar life insurance policy as well as
the sole heir to his business empire, things didn't
look at all good for her at all.  The evidence the
police had put together, her lack of an alibi, well,
the lady was in deep shit.

But something didn't sit quite right.  She had read the
reports as they had come in.  At first, this had been
just another routine murder investigation, and it
looked like it was going to fall into the same domestic
violence category that 85% of the other murders in
their city did.  On a routine visit to the
interrogation area, however, she noted something odd
about the suspect.  She couldn't put her finger on it,
but something piqued her curiosity.  She didn't leave
the window until Karin was taken downstairs in
handcuffs for booking.  She hadn't contradicted her
officers' recommendation to arrest Mrs. Saunders, but
she was convinced she was innocent.

Karin was numb, in a state of shock.  She had been
since she had heard the words, `You're under arrest for
the murder of William Saunders.'  Bill was dead.  Sam
was in Hong Kong.  She was all-alone, with no one to
turn to.

She had tried to tell them everything as honestly as
she could.  But she didn't know anything.  They didn't
believe her.  Especially the mean one, Sgt. Hague.
She didn't know who Sam really was, or where she had
been at the ball or where the cabin was, so she never
said anything about them.  She had no alibi for her
time and didn't want to go into too many details about
her recent activities.  They didn't believe her when
she explained that Bill had arranged for her to move
into the apartment.

She was fingerprinted, photographed and taken to the
women's section of the county jail, pending a hearing.
It was when she was strip-searched that the first
tangible evidence that questioned her guilt came up.
Lt. Billings had personally escorted her up to the
woman's floor.  The other female employees qualified to
escort a felony suspect were all out of the building.
Lt. Billings didn't mind.  She wanted to get a better
handle on this quiet woman.  She just didn't fit the
profile.

The women's guard assigned to book her at the jail had
just been severely reprimanded for using excessive
force on another inmate, so Lt. Billings was standing
just out side the cubicle during the search.  When the
guard had seen the fresh marks on Karin's body, she
knew she should have called Lt. Billings into the
examination area right then.  She didn't want anything
to do with this new cunt.  She also suspected Lt.
Billings of trying to set her up.  She had heard
stories about the `iron bitch.'  Instead, she proceeded
with search, taking extra care to be gentle.  Karin's
pained cry, however, when her well-lubricated gloved
finger entered her vagina for a cavity search brought
the lieutenant into the cubicle, eyes blazing.

What she saw made her gasp.  Ugly blue bruises and red
welts covered what should have been a gorgeous body
from the neck to her ankles, front and back.

The guard immediately began to protest.  "It wasn't me
that did this, Lt.  Honest!  I was just doin' my job
and the cunt screamed.  I even used a glove and grease
and everything.  See?"  She held out the soiled latex
glove for her to inspect.

Lt. Billings turned to the guard.  "Oh, shut up!  You
didn't have time to do all this damage.  I want you to
go get an evidence camera.  Now!"

Lt. Billings had Karin stand in the classic `up against
the wall' search position with her arms outstretched
and her legs spread, but this time Karin was naked.
She photographed the various bruises and rope marks on
her body.  Then she posed her so she could photograph
the brutalized front areas.  When she was finished
taking evidence, she tossed her prison garb on the
table.

"You can get dressed, Mrs. Saunders."

Karin pulled the shapeless garb carefully over her
tender flesh.

"Sit down."

Karin sat, waiting.  She was terribly embarrassed at
the exam.  She dreaded the line of questions that she
knew were coming.

"Did your husband beat you?" the lieutenant started
out.

Karin thought back to the scene in the basement.  "Yes,
once."

"Did you report it?"

Karin looked quizzical.  "No, why?  Should I have?"

The interrogator ignored her questions.  "Did he do
this to you then?"  She indicated the Polaroid photos
she had just taken of the bruises and marks on Karin's
body.

"No, he didn't do that to me."

"Oh.  If he didn't, who did this to you?"

"I ... I, uh, don't know."

Lt. Sandra Billings leaned forward and examined her
head carefully for signs of a blindfold.  She didn't
see any, but that didn't mean she hadn't been hooded.
"You didn't see who did this to you?"

Karin answered slowly, reluctantly.  "Oh, yes.  I saw
him.   I just don't know who he is.  He used a fake
name.  He told me his name was `Sam', but it wasn't
really."

"How did you meet him?"

"It's kind of a long story, lieutenant.  But I guess,
well, Bill never said, but I think Bill owed him a lot
of money or something.  It had to do with his business.
He never involved me in his business stuff.  Until this
time.  Bill just wanted me to go to a dance with this
guy, Sam."

"He used you to pay a debt to this mystery man?  You
mean he sold you, or your services?  Like a pimp?"

"Oh, no!  Well, yeah, I guess so, but it wasn't like
that.  More like a date than, than that."  She looked
up at the female detective.  "Honest, ma'am!  I'm not a
prostitute!  He just needed my help.  It was more like
a loan, I guess...  I'm not making much sense, am I."

"So your husband `loaned' you out to this Sam character
to cover a bad debt or something, right?"

"Well, yeah, I guess.  But when you put it like that,
it sounds so dirty.  It really wasn't like that.  The
dance was so nice, the band was great, and Sam is a
real good dancer."  Karin sighed to herself, in spite
of her circumstances.

"Let's stay on track here, OK?  So, when you wouldn't
sleep with this guy, `Sam,' after he sprung for the
dinner and the dance, he beat you up, right?"

"Oh, no, I didn't say that.  We didn't go to dinner."

Lt. Billings gritted her teeth.  She wished this
dunderhead could get with the program.  "Right, no
dinner.  So, after the dance, right? he got angry
because you wouldn't put out him.  Is that better?"

"Well, not exactly."  She flinched at the officers
exasperated glare.  "He didn't get angry at all.  He
was very gentle and kind.  You see, well, I kind of,
well, ..." she finally just spit it out, "... I asked
him to spank me and tie me up.  He was really very
gentle with me."

Lt. Billings stared at the young woman in disbelief.
"You asked him to do this?  And you call this
`gentle'?"

"Yes."  That peculiar look of a woman in love was in
Karin's eyes as she remembered her lover's affections.

"This looks like more than a spanking.  How did this
happen?"

"Well, after he spanked me and, uh, stuff, we went to a
place he has up in the mountains.  I, uh, I made him do
this to me.  It wasn't his fault.  Really, he couldn't
help it."

Lt. Billings just about choked on that one.  "You
<made> him do this to you?  Are you telling me you
enjoyed this, this, this beating?" she asked.  The
detective was getting more incredulous with each new
revelation.

"Oh, he didn't just beat me.  He tied me up real tight
- the way I like - and he fucked me a couple of times.
Oh, and he let me suck him off, too."

"Oh, he <let> you do that, too, did he?"  Even with all
her experience, she would never have come up with this
story.  It just kept getting better and better.  If it
weren't so obvious that she was telling the truth, she
would have reserved her a room on the Psycho Ward.

"Uh-huh.  I hadn't ever done that before, so he let me
try it.  It was nice."  She blushed at her admissions.

The coloring of the suspect's face did not escape the
questioning woman.  In fact, the girl's innocence
stirred something in her.  But there was still
something missing in her story.  A question they had
missed.  Something so simple it was obvious.  She kept
on.  Maybe it would turn up.  "OK.  Your husband sent
you on a date with this guy, Sam, right?  Didn't he
mind if you had sex with another man?"

Karin sat stunned at that question.  She had not
thought of it like that.  "Uh.  I'm not sure.  He told
me to be very nice to Sam and do whatever he wanted.  I
guessed he meant that I was supposed to have sex with
him if that was what Sam wanted.  He didn't really care
if I had sex with another man, I don't think.  It's not
like he never did.  Besides, we hadn't ever done it
together, you know, with each other."

"You're telling me that you and your husband never had
sex.  And you were married for six months.  Is that
true?"

Karin blushed again, looking down at the battered
table.  "Uh-huh."

"And you're telling me that he had sex with other
women, and you knew about it?"  The detective could
smell motive written all over this now.  Her estimation
of the suspect's innocence was taking a nosedive.

Karin blushed an even deeper scarlet.  "Huh-uh," she
said, shaking her head `no.'  "He didn't sleep with
other women.  He slept with other men.  He was gay."

The room was silent as this small nuclear bomb went
off.  Lt. Billings stared at the weeping widow.  Where
had they missed this minor piece of information?  She
reviewed the data in her head.  She was sure Sgt. Hague
vouched for the guy's sexual preferences, but then
again, those could be faked in certain circumstances.
Macho guys like Hague just didn't expect guys they
liked to be gay.  He could have been easily misled.
She made a note to speak to him about that.

The detective sat shaking her head.  As crazy as it
was, no one in their right mind would make up or admit
to a story like that, but the marks were fresh enough
to back up her story and give her the alibi she needed.
Slim as it was.  They still needed to identify and
question this `Sam' character.  Lt. Billings was going
to question that bastard herself.

"You know you're going to have to stay with us for a
while, Mrs. Saunders.  We'll have to check out the
things that you have told us.  You seem to have an
alibi for the time, but I can't rule out the motive.
I'm truly sorry.  I will see that you are not put in
with the other inmates.  I think I know just the guard
to assign to your case to insure that you are left
alone."  Her face was hard as she called in the
frightened guard to the small interrogation room.

She turned to the guard.  "Mrs. Saunders will be
staying with us for a while.  I am making it your
responsibility to see that she is not bothered by the
other guests in our `hotel,' is that clear.  You will
report to me personally on this.  If I hear of one
finger laid on this woman, it will be your job.  And
you may very likely find yourself on the other side of
the bars.  Is that understood?"

The frightened guard paled visibly.  She had heard the
stories of the ruined careers this pushy bitch had left
in her wake.  She turned to the still weeping woman,
holding out her hand to help her up.

"Would the solitary cell be OK, Lt. Billings?  It's
empty at the moment, and right beside the guard
station.  She would be safe there, ma'am, if that's
fine with you?"

Sandra Billings nodded, preoccupied with some other
questions.  One question in particular.  On a whim, she
asked the now excited woman, "Uh, by the way, Mrs.
Saunders?  Do you know if anyone was supposed to visit
your husband last weekend?"

"I don't know.  I do know he had visitors all the time
when he wasn't traveling on business. I hadn't lived at
the house for about two-three weeks.  I was moved out
just after they beat me.  He never introduced his
visitors to me, so I wouldn't know who they were,
anyway.  But why don't you ask Bruce?  He usually took
care of all of those things for Bill."

The second nuke silenced the room again.

"Uh, Bruce?  Who's Bruce ..." asked the lieutenant
cautiously.  It wasn't uncommon for cornered spouses to
blame the first person to come to mind.  But, she
hadn't accused him.  This was the first time this name
had come up.  There were beginning to be too many
suspects, now.  She continued, "... and what do you
mean 'they' beat you?  I thought your husband beat
you."

"Bruce, uh, I don't know his last name.  But, Bruce,
you know.  Bruce is the butler.  Or, at least, that's
what Bill called him.  He was really Bill's lover.  He
lives at the mansion.  You could ask him who was there.

"Anyway, it was the two of them that strung me up in
the basement and beat me.  They said it was to get me
to go out with Sam, but all they would have had to do
was ask me.  I know I said that Bill beat me, but I
think Bruce did most of the actual beating," she said,
defensive of her dead husband.  Karin also left out the
part about the toilet plunger handle rape.

Bells went off in Lt. Billing's brain.  A lover!  A new
suspect!  With a motive!  Hot damn!  And there hadn't
been a trace of him in the house, which meant he was
probably on the run.  He had a three-day head start,
but she was the long arm of the law.

Sandra Billings picked up her cellular phone and made
several calls.  By the time Karin left for her cell in
the woman's wing, a full autopsy on Bill had been
ordered, his physician contacted, and a nation-wide
search for the missing butler had been initiated.

It took ten days, but all charges against Karin were
dropped.  She had spent those ten days without speaking
to a single person.  The only person she saw was the
abusive guard, who was so obsequious and solicitous, it
made Karin wince to see her come into with the cell
with her tray of food.

She left the county facility and stood on the sidewalk
outside.  She had nowhere to go, and no way to get
there.  Her world had been shattered by recent events.

It was suddenly very dark outside.

Chapter 10
The man known as Sam Adams held the flimsy rice paper
in his hands, careful not to let the tears coursing
down his face land on the delicate tissue.  The telefax
had been sent to him by his secretary a couple of weeks
after he had headed out for Hong Kong.  The trip was
more involved than anyone could have predicted and as
the months passed with deliberate slowness, he became
frantic to contact the fantastic woman he had taken to
the President's dance.  But communications through the
Bamboo Curtain were sensitive and monitored.  No
personal issues were ever discussed, as the hosts,
inscrutable as they were, would have taken a personal
issue and used it as a weapon against him in the
negotiations.  He had seen it happen before.

His secretary had been astute enough to understand his
vague references to Bill Saunders as referring to the
man's wife, Karin.  When he asked her to check on the
cabin and to make sure it was stocked for the next
winter, she understood that he had taken Karin up
there.  She had been up there herself, in Karin's role.
She knew what kind of a bond was created between her
boss and the women who went up there with him.  He
needed to contact her and let her know he would be
delayed, but that he cared deeply, etc.

She did her best, but her best was hampered by a police
blackout of the information regarding anything to do
with Mr. or Mrs. Saunders.  When she did find
something, she was shocked.  It was a news report of
Bill's murder and the arrest of his wife.  The reporter
made it sound like a sure thing, open and shut.  The
timing was reported wrong in the article, however, and
it appeared as if the murder had occurred a couple of
days after he had left for Hong Kong.  Her release and
the arrest of Bruce were not reported.  Because of the
nature of the crime, she did not make any more open
inquiries.  It wouldn't do the bank or her boss any
good, or her, either, to be connected to a murder.

She mailed him the entire paper and a carefully worded
telefax reporting that the cabin was closed up tighter
than a jail cell and no trace could be found of anyone
having been there.  After he had found the article
reporting on the murder and Karin's arrest, he
understood, or thought he did.

He pulled out the paper every night, looking for
another meaning, trying to find his way out of his
personal Hell, this dark helplessness that held his
heart.  He had found that one special woman and lost
her.  He cried into the long darkness of the warm Asian
night.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Karin Saunder's personal darkness didn't get brighter
anytime soon, either.

She was very much alone.  She moved back to the mansion
during the next week.  The household staff had quit
after the murder.  The big house was cold and empty,
but at least the delivery boys would deliver food to
this address.  She had just about starved at the
apartment.  She couldn't bring herself to go out
shopping, even for food.

Karin had dumped her suitcases in the middle of the
hallway, went straight up to her old room and gone to
bed.  The tragedy of her total abandonment paralyzed
her.  She moved like a robot, lifelessly passing
between the bedroom and the kitchen.  The rest of the
house seemed foreign to her and she avoided all those
unfriendly evil rooms.
Most nights she laid in her bed and cried herself to
sleep, hugging her pillows to her chest tightly.  She
had no interest in sex or tying herself up.  It felt
dead inside, and, to be honest, she preferred it that
way.  Since she had been with Sam, and had experienced
the real thing, anything else just didn't seem enough.
She knew her Sam was out of the country, but she still
missed him and wished he were there to hold onto
instead of the pillows.  There had been no word from
him, not a card, flowers or anything.  She tried hard
not to think about it, but her isolation allowed her to
think of nothing else.
She was sitting in her room, staring blankly out of the
window when the doorbell at the front door rang.  She
waited for a while for the maid to answer it, then
realized the maid wasn't there anymore.  She numbly got
to her feet and fumbled down the stairs.

Sandra Billings stood in the door.  Karin did not
recognize her at first.  By the time they had finally
met at the station, Karin had been nearly in a state of
shock.  She had not been paying too much attention to
what other people looked like right then.

As she stared at her in the doorway, she realized that
Lt. Billings didn't look muck like a cop.  It took her
a minute, but she finally put her finger on it.  Her
eyes were too kind and soft.  "It must be hard for her
in that place," she thought to herself as they stood
staring at each other.
"Hello.  Lt. Billings, right?" she ventured.
"Hello, Mrs. Saunders.  Do you mind if I come in?"  Lt.
Billings was brusque and businesslike.
"Sure, I guess.  Come on in.  Please.  Oh, and please
call me Karin.  I never got used to the name `Mrs.
Saunders.'"  She opened the door wider and moved back
to allow the tall policewoman into the house.  As the
officer came in, Karin paused.  "Is this an official
visit?"  She was suddenly afraid, terrified of being
alone in the world, alone with this stranger in a
strange house.
Lt. Billings continued into the living room and sat on
a couch.  She patted the seat beside her.  "Well, yes
... and no."
Karin's heart sank.  She numbly shuffled over to the
couch and woodenly sat down.  She held both her wrists
together out in front of her, waiting to be cuffed.
Tears streamed down her face, but she was silent.
The female detective reached out and took Karin's hands
in hers and squeezed them.  Her heart went out to the
lonely girl beside her.  "Oh, no!  It's not like that
at all!  I'm here to tell you that we located Bruce,
the, uh, butler.  Or lover.  It took a bit of
persuading but he finally confessed to the shooting.
We also found him hiding in a cheap motel with several
hundred thousand dollars in cash, apparently from your
husband's safe.  We'll be returning the money to you
after the trial."
Karin stared dumbfounded at the woman.  Suddenly, she
was ripped out of the dumps and rocketed to the
heights.  She continued to cry uncontrollably as she
threw her arms around the detective's neck.  The
emotional roller coaster ride she was on was too much
for her to cope with any other way.
"Oh, Thank you, thank you, thank you."  She didn't know
what else to say as the free flow of erupting emotions
poured over her.
The policewoman sat quietly, holding and comforting the
beautiful lady.  This next part of her visit was not
entirely official and she needed to work carefully.  It
was more like answering some nagging personal issues,
rather than official police business.  She was unsure
of exactly why she was here, other than she felt
compelled to see it through.  She had convinced herself
it was necessary, just good police work.  `No stone
left unturned,' and all that crap.
Karin settled down and dried her eyes.  She released
Lt. Billings' neck and sat back down on the couch
beside her, suddenly embarrassed at her slobbery
outburst.  Now that Bruce had confessed, there were
some things she wanted to know.  "How was Bill
murdered?" she asked the lieutenant.

"He was shot."

"Oh.  Where was he shot?" she continued.

"In the back."
Karin got a puzzled look on her face.  "You mean, out
back, by the pool?"
The detective laughed, a chagrined look on her face.
"Oh!  Uh, no, He was in his bedroom.  When Bruce shot
him, the bullet hit him in the back."  Then she added,
"Don't worry about the mess.  The department has a crew
that come in to clean it all up."
"Oh.  Thanks.  That was nice of them."  Karin felt kind
of silly for her questions.  She hadn't even known Bill
had been shot.  She felt a little guilty she hadn't
even cared enough to find out.  Even if it had been a
sham marriage, she felt she owed him at least that
much.
"Uh, Karin?  If you wouldn't mind, I would really like
to see the crime scene with you.  There are just a
couple of questions I wanted to clear up, OK?  Just to
clear up a few things in my mind."  Lt. Billings stood
up, not waiting for her to answer, and possibly say
`no.'
"His room is, uh, was upstairs."  Karin said, leading
the way, a vague feeling of dread coming over her.
Lt. Billings looked around the room, poking into
drawers and under the bed, playing for time.  She
didn't know how to get around to what she was really
here for.  It was uncharacteristic for her.  Best to
dive right in, no?  "Where is your room, Karin?"
"Over there," said Karin, pointing down the hall.
"Do you mind if I see it?"
Karin silently led her into her room, the feeling of
doom greater.  There was no reason for her to be in
here.
The detective poked around until she found what she was
looking for.  "Which one of these were you wearing when
they beat you?" she asked, holding up several bathing
suits.
Karin indicated the pink one.
"Would you mind trying it on?  I had some questions
regarding the beating."

The sense of dread Karin had been feeling now flooded
over her body from her head to her toes.  This was
suddenly not a casual visit.
With trembling fingers Karin took the suit and went
into the bathroom to change.  She stripped off her
clothes and put on the tiny suit.  The shapes of the
gold nipple rings were clearly visible through the taut
thin fabric.  She thought of Sam as she circled them
softly with her fingernail.  A tear trickled down her
cheek at the sudden reminder of her absent lover.
She took a deep breath and went back into the bedroom.
Lt. Billings had taken off her business jacket and
Karin noticed her trim figure for the first time.  The
suit had been severely cut and did not flatter her
figure at all.  Karin was not sure if that was by
intent or because the woman had no sense of style.
The attractive detective was about Karin's height.  She
had wandered over to her closet and was looking at the
racks of clothes in them, many of which Karin had never
had a chance to wear.  Bill had just filled it with
expensive clothes her size.  He hadn't sent all these
to the apartment, thank goodness.  He had only sent her
everyday clothes and makeup.  She watched the other
woman for a while, not wanting to draw attention to
herself.
Lt. Billings was holding a slinky red dinner dress up
against her body and looking in the mirror, swaying
back and forth to see the fit better.
"That color would look lovely on you.  Why don't you
try it?" Karin offered.  "I think we're about the same
size."
The detective jumped up with a guilty look.  She had
expected Karin to take longer changing into the bathing
suit.  "Oh, no, I couldn't.  Could I, really?"  She had
always dreamed of being able to dress in a feminine
way.  The other cops just wouldn't stand for it,
however.  Even the other female cops would have been
jealous.  In the interest of her career, she had
intentionally toned down her beauty and her body by
using the wrong makeup and fashions to appear as
unattractive as possible.  It had worked until now, and
she intended to keep it that way.  But, no one needed
to know what when on here.
"Sure, go ahead!"
With a giggle, the detective stripped down to her
panties and slipped the red dress over her head.  Karin
stared openly at the naked woman.  Her tits were a
little smaller than her own and her hips perhaps a bit
fuller, but not by much in either place.  They could
have been sisters.  Twins.  It was like looking in a
mirror.
"Karin, could you zip me up?" she asked.
Karin moved behind the detective.  Her service revolver
was lying on the table beside her.  It was easily
within Karin's reach.  The young woman shrank from the
weapon.  She didn't notice the slight relaxation in the
detective's posture as she watched Karin's reflection
in the mirror.  `Once a cop, always a cop.'  She was
still checking out this strange, na<ve woman.  She had
left the gun - unloaded - out in the open on purpose.
It never hurt to confirm her suspicions.  She was now
convinced that Karin had had nothing to do with her
husband's murder.  There was always the chance that she
had been in it with the butler.

Karen tugged the zipper up the small of her back and
Lt. Billings did a quick pirouette in front of her.

"It's not something I could wear to work, is it?" she
quipped.
Karen smiled.  She was beginning to relax around this
strong woman for some reason.  There was a familiar
bond between them, perhaps because of their height and
their beauty.  She noted the slope of the woman's
breasts as they tapered to protruding nipples.  The
tiny buds poked defiantly through the thin fabric of
the dress, exuding a sex appeal that Karin found
strangely attractive.  She mindlessly rubbed her thighs
together as her own body started to react to the
sensual appeal.
"I-I-It's lovely on you, Lt. Billings."
"Oh, don't be so formal.  Call me Sandi."
"OK, S-S-Sandi.  The dress really does look nice on
you.  The color really suits you."
Sandi turned back to the mirror and made a few poses.
"It does bring out my 'assets', does it?" she said,
thrusting out her chest, emphasizing her breasts with a
little twist.
Karin giggled.  "You'd be a hit in court.'
"I'd be arrested as a hooker!"  Sandi giggled along
with her.  "But I do have the body for it, huh?"

Karin reached out to touch her softly on the waist.
She had intended only to smooth a wrinkle, but Sandi
had moved at the last minute and she found her hand
caressing a tantalizingly soft buttock.  A forbidden
thrill went through her.  "Oh.  I'm sorry.  Excuse me!"
"That's OK.  It felt nice."
Karin blushed.
Sandi turned to her.  "Show me where it happened."
"Where what happened?"  She knew what she wanted.  She
just was hoping she was wrong.  She wasn't.
"Where they beat you."
Karin's heart sank.  The basement.  She hated the
basement.  She hadn't been down there since that day.
She slowly led Sandi out of the bedroom, down the
stairs to the basement door.  At the locked door she
stopped and looked at Sandi.  It was a silent plea for
a stay of execution.
Sandi gave her a firm smile that was meant to reassure
her, but didn't do a very good job of it.
"Well, here goes..." she said weakly as she opened the
door.  She took a deep breath and went down the narrow
stairs into the dark cellar.
Not much had changed in the room.  There were still a
few pieces of furniture scattered around and some old
boxes of books and papers from Bill's business piled in
the corner.  Karin led her over to the place in the
middle of the open area where they had strung her up.
"It was about here, I guess."
Sandi looked around.  There were soiled strips of cloth
and cords lying on the floor where they had fallen.
She picked up a piece of black cloth.
"You were blind folded?"
Karin nodded, goose bumps suddenly erupting all over
her arms.
"May I?" asked Sandi, holding up the blindfold and
moving behind her.

"Do you have to?" asked Karin, her voice quivering.
"Uh, it, uh, helps to reenact the crime scene," offered
Sandi weakly.  She didn't sound convincing to Karin,
nor did she specify whom it was going to help in this
case.
There was a long silence.  Finally, Karin nodded.  "OK,
I guess."
Sandi smiled as she stood behind the gullible girl.
This was going better than she had hoped.  She tied the
cloth firmly in place.
"Was it like that?"
Karin nodded.  A tiny bit of moisture dampened her
crotch, and her breathing quickened.  He hoped Sandi
hadn't noticed.  She shuddered at the betrayal of her
body.  She fought the arousing feelings running through
her.  It was the same feelings she had with Sam.  But
Sandi was a woman.  Karin was confused.  Could she feel
that way about a woman?
Sandi pulled a convenient chair over to the blindfolded
woman.  She looped one of the cords over the overhead
pipes.  She noted the places where the dust had been
rubbed off before.  "Another point for the dame," she
thought.  "Were your feet touching the ground?"
Karin shook her head.  She didn't trust herself to
speak.Sandi shuddered.  "Those bastards.  These cords
would really bite into her wrists with her full weight
on them," she muttered to herself.  "Well, we don't
have to go that far.  That must have really hurt."
"Uh, it's OK.  If it will help you and, uh, the case,
I'll do it.  It's not that bad."
Sandi detected a slight tremor of excitement in Karin's
voice.  She believed she really would allow herself to
be hung like a piece of meat.  She shook her head.
"No, it won't really help.  Just put your arms up over
your head."
Sandi thought she saw a flicker of disappointment flash
across the girl's face, but Karin obediently raised her
hands over her head as asked.  Sandi looped the cord
around her wrists and started to step down off the
chair.
"They were tied tighter than that."
"Oh, OK."  She retied the restraints tighter.
"Better?"
"Yeah, I guess."
Sandi got down off the chair and stood in front of
Karin's outstretched body.  She could hardly restrain
herself from touching that delectable taut skin,
running her fingers through her hair, tracing the
swirls of her body hair.  She steeled herself, slowing
her rapid breathing.  There would be time enough for
that later.  "Then what happened?"
Karin blushed with illicit excitement.  She didn't know
what was coming over her.  She just knew this was the
first time since she had been with Sam that she had
felt alive.  "They pushed up my top."
Sandi's hands trembled as she slid them up to the
girl's heaving breasts.  She slid them under the thin
fabric of the bathing suit top and gently lifted the
swatches up to expose the delicious mounds.  She was
careful to lift the fabric away from the gold rings
that pierced the erect nipples.  The rings intrigued
her.  They had since she had seen them at the station.
She caressed the soft mounds with her fingers for quite
some time, playing with them, lifting and weighing them
with her cupped hands.  The rings fascinated her and
she looked at them closely for the first time.  She was
shocked to see that they were solid, fused with solder.
"These babies are here to stay!" she grunted.
She kissed the now heaving breasts softly.  Karin was
groaning softly at the stimulation of her tits, but had
made no signs of resistance or struggle.

"What else?"
"They, uh, they, they pushed my bottoms down around my
knees."
Sandi hooked her thumbs under the tiny string that held
up the ridiculously small bikini bottoms.  Her smooth
palms caressed the creamy cheeks of the trim ass as she
maneuvered the taut string over the pleasing moons.
Going back around to the front of her victim, she slid
her hands flat down beside the trimmed pussy hair and
onto the sleek inner thighs.  She felt the dampness
that leaked from the puffy slit.  She slyly slipped a
slender finger in the hot cauldron and brought it up to
her lips to taste it.  She was curious, as well, and as
Karin couldn't see her, she took advantage of the
moment.  In more ways than one.

"God, she tastes good!  I never knew..." she shuddered
to herself.  Her first taste of another woman's essence
drove her on.  She wanted more.
She busied herself with the bloated lips of Karin's
tender cunt.  Manipulating her finger between the puffy
creases, she eased another finger in and found the hard
bud hiding at the top of the juncture.  A massage of
incredible sensations followed until she heard the
hanging girl gasp and saw her shudder in climax.
Sandi smiled to herself.  She still had some work to
do, but she wanted to get this young woman in bed.  It
was a new feeling for her.  She lightly touched Karin's
body as the bound girl calmed down.
"What happened next?"
"They slapped me," Karen said so softly that Sandi
couldn't hear.
"What?"
"They slapped me, on my boobs."
Sandi took a light swing at her tits.
"Harder."
She swung her hand with more force.  A light red
handprint appeared on the white flesh.
"Harder!"
Sandi complied, and the attacked mammary moved across
her chest away from the blow and then jauntily bounced
back.
"Harder, damn it!  Harder!"
Sandi braced herself and swung with all her might.
"Yyyyeeeeesssss!," sobbed Karin.  "More.
Pleeeaaassseee?"
Sandi stood before the begging girl and couldn't
believe it.  She was working up a sweat.  She was going
to ruin the dress.  This was too much work and it
didn't really excite her.  But if it turned on the
girl, it might make it easier to seduce her.  That was
suddenly something Sandi realized she wanted to do.
That she had subconsciously intended to do since she
had first walked in and seen the stripes and bruises
covering Karin's body.
Sandi started to hit her harder and harder still with
no complaints from Karin.  Tiring, she quit and soothed
the reddened flesh with dancing fingers and her soft,
velvety lips.  Karin's heavy breathing slowly came back
to normal.
Sandi spied something over by the wall and went and got
it.  She came up behind the hanging girl.
"Did they spank you?" she asked, knowing they hadn't.

"No."
THWACK!
"They didn't?" she queried again when the yelling had
subsided.
"No.  But Sam did."
THWACK!
"I guess I should stop, then, huh?"
"Oh no, you don't have to!"  Karin thought fast, not
wanting this session to end.  "If it will help you with
the case, you should keep it up as long as you want!"
Sandi laughed.  They were on the same wavelength at
last.  She took the Ping-Pong paddle she had picked up,
rubbing the sandpaper surface on her palm.  She
proceeded to swat the rounded hemispheres until they
were both a bright rosy red.  She was not sure, but she
thought that Karin had climaxed two, if not three times
during the spanking.  She shivered with anticipation.
This was uncharted territory for her.  Not that she
hadn't thought about it before.  Or read several
books...
Sandi untied Karin's wrists from the pipes.  Removing
the blindfold, she took her by the hand and led her
upstairs.  Karin stumbled at first until she managed to
push down her briefs and step out of them.  She removed
her top on the way upstairs and left it hanging on the
banister.
Sandi gently pushed her down on the over-sized bed in
Karin's room.  Slipping out of the red dress and her
panties, she laid down beside her new friend.  "You
really liked that, didn't you?" she asked the quiet
girl.
"Yes."
Sandi thought there was something more.  "I did it
because I saw it excited you, you know.  I don't
usually like violence of any kind.  I get enough of
that at work."
Karin nodded, tears leaking down from the corners of
her eyes.
"I'll do it again, if you want me to."
"No, that's OK.  It just made me feel sad, is all.  It
reminded me of Sam, and I don't even know who he is!  I-
I-I m-m-miss him so m-m-m-much!"  The blubbering girl
buried her face in Sandi's bosom and wept hard.

Sandi stroked her hair, her back and her arm to comfort
her.  She jumped when she felt a tentative tongue touch
her own tear drenched nipple.
"Oh, did that hurt?" asked a tiny voice.
"No.  No that felt good.  You can do it again, if you
want."  She mentally crossed her fingers.  She inwardly
groaned as Karin raised her face from her tits and
looked her in the eye.
"Sandi?"
"Yes?"
"I've never been, you know, uh, with a woman.  I have
some questions."
Getting no answer other than a surprised look, she
continued.
"Will I have to give up men if I like it?"
Sandi hugged the innocent young girl to her and burst
out in uncontrollable giggling.  Karin had gone through
this before, and it was no more amusing to her this
time than last.

Sandi finally got control of her giggles and kissed
Karin's forehead.  "I don't intend to give them up,
Dear.  I love men.  I love to talk with them, I love to
work with them, and I love to flirt with them.  Above
all, I love the feel of their hard cocks in my mouth,
my pussy and my ass.

"Apparently, I am also irresistibly attracted to you.
This is new for me, too.  You turned me on so much I
could hardly bear to interrogate you without seducing
you.  It was only when you were completely cleared that
felt I could come here.  I wasn't sure why I came, even
as I drove up the driveway.  Then I saw you at the door
and knew I had to have you.  I have wanted you so much
I wore out my trusty vibrator!"  They both laughed at
her small joke.
Sandi kissed her forehead once more.  There were tears
in Karin's eyes that streaked down her cheeks and onto
the pillows.

Karin was quiet.  "You don't have to beat me anymore,
if you don't want to," she said finally.  "Will you
teach me how to make love to you the way you like it?"
"I'll teach you how to make love the way you like it,
too."  Sandi kissed her on the nose.  "This isn't a
chore, you know."
"I know.  I just want to please you so you won't go
away like Sam did."
Sandi expected a flood of tears at the mention of the
mysterious lover.  None came.  "She's more mature than
I thought," she mused quietly.
Karin continued.  "I have a lot of empty rooms here.
Couldn't you stay with me?"  She hurried on.  "Not as a
lover, or anything, but as a friend.  Unless you wanted
to, uh, I mean, ..."  She blushed, her honest offer and
her need for friendship having had an unintended, but
wonderful, double meaning.
Sandi thought over the offer.  Free room and board,
pool, sauna with the works, a willing bed partner that
she was beginning to really like...Lots of
possibilities....  She could get used to this, real
easy.

"Sandi?"  The question interrupted her thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Were you going to show me that stuff now?  Or later?"

Sandi rolled Karin over on her back and began to trace
an imaginary path down the length of the tight body
under her.  "How about both," came the answer.
It was Karin's turn to giggle uncontrollably as Sandi's
delicate tongue explored her navel.  She climaxed
lightly from the laughter and the tickling.  That was a
new experience for her.
Karin placed her hands on Sandi's head and stroked her
hair gently.  Sandi leaned into the strokes and sighed.
Women knew so much more about making love than men did.
Just soft touches and gentle pressures.  The pain that
Karin could stand and still get off piqued her
curiosity.  "Maybe under controlled circumstances..."
Her tongue continued to wiggle its way down the smooth
plane of Karin's flat abdomen to the forest of hairs
that covered a pleasing mons.  She twirled the hairs
with her tongue before probing deeper.  The aroma of
heavy musk filled her nostrils.  She breathed in
deeply.  The scent of Karin's excitement was
contagious.  She could feel her own arousal dripping
down her thighs.  Her fingers traced the tracks of the
wetness far down the silky skin of the inner thighs.
Karin was soaking the bed beneath her ass with her cunt
juices.
The first touch of her tongue against the puffy lips
brought a shriek from Karin and a little squirt of cum
sprayed Sandi's face.
"Oh, JESUS, Oh, GOD, Oh SHIT THAT'S GOOD!" came from
the top of the bed.  "Oh, Sandi, no one has ever....OH
OH OH OH OH.  SHIT!  FUCK!  SHIT!  SANDDDDIIIII!"
Never one to be cheap or hold back, Sandi had plunged
her hot tongue in to the tight box in front of her.
Karin continued to climax against the hard invader
until Sandi could wiggle her tongue no longer.  Sandi
was impressed.
"Maybe there's something to all this pain shit after
all," she thought.  "If it can make her come like that,
I just may have to give it a shot.  Maybe she could
introduce me to Sam, too.  ....Nah, she loves Sam too
much."  Sandi's thoughts suddenly drifted to a young
patrolman in another district she had dated on
occasion.  He had made some not so subtle hints in that
direction once or twice...  Maybe...
"Sandi!  Oh, thank you, thank you!  Let me do something
for you, too.  Do you think we can we do it at the same
time?"
"You mean '69'?"
"Sixty-what?"
"Here, I'll show you."

Sandi moved into the head to toe position favored by
oral enthusiasts.
"Like that.   OOOOHHHH!  You go girl!"
Karin didn't hesitate, but dived into her first pussy.
Her enthusiasm more than made up for her experience,
but even then, Sandi swore she was a natural at this.

Sandi laid back and relaxed for a moment until she felt
a pinch on her smooth ass.
"Hey!  Get to work down there.  You've got a job to
do."  Karin giggled  "Besides, there have got to be
more tricks you can show me.  We've only got all
night..."

They used most of it before they fell asleep in each
other arms.The next day Sandi moved into the room next
to Karin's.  They made love occasionally - often - in
fact, over the next couple of days and nights.  It
seemed both of them were trying out the limits of their
new relationship.  Sandi brought a man home the first
week to test it in a different way.  She watched for
any signs of jealousy or competition from Karin.  The
guy meant nothing to her and Karin could have had him
if she had wanted.  But that hadn't happened.
Karin had been polite, but cool towards Sandi's date.
She didn't try to flirt with him or steal him from her.
She had hugged Sandi fiercely before the couple went
upstairs and told her she would sleep in the guesthouse
if Sandi wanted her to.  She didn't want Sandi to be
`inhibited' by the fact that she would be right next
door.  Listening.  When Sandi laughed and said 'No',
Karin winked at her and told her to 'Go get him, girl.'
Karin listened to the sounds of their lovemaking all
night, happy that Sandi was getting laid, and from the
sound of it, enjoying herself immensely.  And often!
But in the darkness, her thoughts turned to Sam, and
she softly cried herself to sleep, on her own, once
again.

Chapter 11

She continued to wander around the house for another
week, wondering what she was going to do.  She felt
vaguely useless when Sandi, as she thought of her now,
went to work.  They hadn't hired any new staff, but
when the three or four rooms they used in the big house
were clean, there wasn't much else to do.  On Friday, a
man, Mr. Reese, who said he was one of Bill's lawyers
contacted her.  He had some papers that needed signing,
he said.

She walked into Mr. Reese's office and stopped dead in
her tracks.  Something crawling up the back of her mind
told her not to trust this man.  She had never had such
a strong compelling feeling before.  Before she thought
about what she was doing, she acted on it.  She turned
on her heel and left the ancient secretary standing
there with an open mouth.

She only knew one person to ask.  She pulled out her
cellular phone and called Sandi at her downtown office.
She told her about the lawyer's sudden call that
morning.  Sandi asked who the lawyer was.

"Mr. Reese, down in the Waterbury Building."

"That God-damned Mother-fuckin' no good SCUMBAG!"

"Oh, dear!  I take it you know him, then," Karin said
dryly.  "A nice guy, is he?"

"Not even for a lawyer.  Karin, did you sign anything?
Anything at all?" Sandi demanded of her.

"No.  I didn't even see him.  I got this really weird
feeling when I walked in to his office.  So I called
you.  Sounds like I'm glad I did, huh?"

The relief was evident in Sandi's voice.  "Thank God,
you didn't sign anything.  Good.  Now, do you know any
attorneys you can trust?"  She guffawed.  "I take that
back. Let me rephrase that.  Do you know any
attorneys?"

"No.  But I could probably call Bill's secretary for a
suggestion.  She should know one or two that has done
work for his company before."

"Well, I guess that's better than nothing.  Yeah, why
don't you do that.  Uh, and Karin?"

"Yes?"

"When you talk to her, remember she was Bill's
secretary.  She lost her man, too."

"Oh, right."

Karin looked up the number for Bill's office and asked
for his secretary, Sally.  She remembered Sally
vaguely.  The one time they had met, she remembered
that Sally had been nice to her, like she felt sorry
for her.  Sally apparently knew more than she let on
about Bill's sex life.

When she came on the line, Karin asked her for a
recommendation for an attorney to talk with.

Sally exploded on the other end of the telephone.
"Karin - excuse me, Mrs. Saunders, where have you been?
Why haven't you called in?  Everything is falling apart
down here.  Get down here right away!  We need you!"
she hesitated.  Then she added, a hopeful note in her
voice, "Boss!?"

Karin was confused, but make her way over to Bill's
office.  She was definitely going to have to get a
driver's license.  Taxis were too expensive in this
city for everyday travel.  She walked into the large
complex and made her way to the executive suites.
Sally had apparently spread the word that salvation was
on the way, as everyone seemed to know her name and
looked so relieved to see her.  Her bewilderment grew
as men and women who were clearly senior executives
treated her with respect and deference.

Sally was on the telephone when she arrived at Bill's
office door.  Sally had her back turned, and was
digging in some files.  She didn't see her.  Karin
stood there meekly waiting until Sally noticed her.

When the middle-aged secretary glanced up and noticed
Karin standing there, she paled.  The phone call ended
with an abrupt; "I don't care how you do it, just get
it done!"  Shooing her hands at the small crowd of on-
lookers, she put her arm around Karin and ushered her
into her dead husband's office.  Sally sat her down on
the expensive leather couch and got her a cup of tea.

They sat staring at each other for a long moment.
Karin was never sure who made the first move, but
suddenly she found herself in a sobbing embrace with
the motherly woman.  Neither woman may have admired
Bill, but his absence left large holes in each of their
lives.  They commiserated with one another until they
had cried themselves out.  They weren't mourning the
man.  They were identifying with the pain each had
suffered from him.  It was a new beginning.

Drying her eyes with the tissue provided by the
motherly secretary, Karin asked,  "So what do you need
me for, Sally?"

Sally explained that there were several crucial
contracts pending that needed immediate attention, or
they would lose the business.

"But Sally, I don't know anything about Bill's
business!  What should I do?

"Listen, Mrs. S, it's not 'Bill's' business anymore,
it's yours.  That is, if you want it.  We'll all help
you learn what you need to do," she went on.  "You'll
get along fine."

Over the next several weeks and months, Karin learned
about Bill's business and found she understood more
about what she was doing than she had ever imagined.
Of course, she worked hard at it and it wasn't easy.
She knew she had to learn the business from the ground
up.  Many nights she stayed late, working a half-day
with the night shift in the factory.  She rolled up her
sleeves and learned how to do every job in the factory,
including sweeping the floor.  She emptied the
trashcans with the cleaning crew for a week.  She may
not have mastered the tasks, but she definitely learned
what her products were, how they were made and she had
a good idea of any problems there might be in
manufacturing.

Her time in the factory had other benefits.  She was
astounded to find she was the first `suit' most of the
line workers had seen.  Ever.  Even the ones with
seniority couldn't identify the VP of Operations from a
set of photos.

She fixed that the next morning.  Her new VP of
Operations spent a lot more time on the floor and less
on the golf course.  Production improved tremendously
following her visits, both in quality and quantity.

Karin also learned she was good at selling the company.
At first, when customers found she was his widow, they
gave her token contracts out of sympathy.  When she
turned in superior high quality products, she won the
entire contract from each of those customers on her
own.  They liked her simply because she made them look
good.

She discovered the company accountant and the lawyer,
Mr. Reese, had been stealing from the company.  She
debated a long time before doing anything.  She didn't
want to have a big scandal with her name center stage.
She asked Sandi how to handle it.  Sandi told her that
if she wanted her to, she would take care the scumbag
for her.  Karin would have to take care of the
accountant, as he was her employee.

Karin fired the accountant and cash flow increased 10%
overnight.  So did profits.  She decided to put a
positive spin on the result and gave a 5% rebate to all
her customers with current contracts.  From that point
on, there was essentially no stopping her.  Over the
next year and a half, news of her revolutionary
business practices swept through their tight-knit
industry.  People pounded on her door to give her their
business.

Mr. Reese found himself as the center of an ethics
review by the state bar.  Ostensibly, it was because
his name had been submitted as a nomination for the
State Supreme Court.  The review was `just routine,' or
so he had been told.  He encouraged his staff to
cooperate fully with the auditors.  His ego was so big,
he didn't even stop to realize there wasn't a position
open on the bench.

As it was, the auditors, under the guidance of Sandi's
information, and with the eager cooperation of Mr.
Reese' very own staff, put together a compelling case
of fraud and legal abuse that had gone unchecked for
years.  Karin's company was never mentioned in the
investigation or the indictment that followed.  Mr.
Reese went away for a long time.

Karin worked tirelessly to be the best CEO she could
be.  Her people loved her.  Several times she thought
of stepping down and letting someone more qualified
take over.  They objected each time that she suggested
it.  Karin was such a breath of fresh air, such a
change from Bill.  Even her surviving VPs had to admit
they liked her, although they soon found themselves
working harder to keep up with her.

When Karin didn't know something, she asked plain
questions.  She listened to the answers her people gave
her.  She never asked the same question twice.  Her
people knew she was fair, but tough.  That's all they
asked of her.

She was also extremely lonely.  As she rocketed to the
top of her business world, she became more and more
isolated.  If it hadn't been for Sandi and their
friendship, she would have been completely alone.
Sally, her secretary, tried to mother her, and Karin
let her, on occasion.  But she needed Sally to be her
assistant, not her mother.  She promoted her to a Jr.
VP level and gave Sally a secretary of her own.  Sally
laughingly told Karin she would never forgive her for
causing her so much stress.  Without Sally to mother
her, Karin withdrew into her corporate shell.  She was
all business.  Warm, but cold, at the same time.

There were a couple of brave men who tried to ask her
out.  None asked more than once.  Each said they got a
severe case of frostbite.  Karin became known as the
`Ice Maiden,' and her reputation for success and
untouchability spread.  Soon no one even thought about
approaching her.

Sandi tried to get her to socialize.  She asked her to
double date with her a couple of times, but Karin's
blind date always went home horny.  She was a
delightful date, but her heart belonged to Sam
exclusively.

Sandi had no shortage of suitors these days.  She had
taken Karin's advice to dress a bit more feminine at
work.  She also followed Karin's example and sent her
dates home horny.  Those few special men that did make
it to her bed did so because they were discreet.  That
they were also hung like horses didn't hurt, either,
but she passed up some whoppers because she had heard
they couldn't keep their mouths shut.

Sandi had been afraid that she would be immediately
assigned to the Vice Squad to work undercover with her
change in wardrobe.  It was a risk.  She didn't want
that kind of police work.  She wanted to use her mind,
not her body.

Shortly after she started 'dressing up', as she called
it, a senior level position opened up in the
Commissioner's office for an inspector.  With Karin's,
and others encouragement, Sandi put in her application.
After a long and arduous selection process, Sandi was
amazed to find she had been selected.  She was
qualified for the position, but to be able to do what
she had dreamed of doing all her life was too good to
be true.  She kept pinching herself to make sure she
wasn't dreaming.

Karin had met the Police Commissioner at a client's
office unexpectedly, and surprisingly, they had hit it
off.  Karin sensed immediately he was an honorable man.
The shared the occasional lunch in the city's downtown
park, the public setting making the perfect cover for
anonymity.  He became a father figure to her that she
confided in.  He was flattered that such an attractive
young woman would want to spend time with him.  His
wife of 40 years met Karin and gave her blessing to the
relationship.  She trusted her man, and, truth be told,
she liked Karin.  She wouldn't hold her beauty against
her.

When Karin had told him of Sandi, and how she had
handled the corrupt lawyer, the Commissioner's ears
perked up.  He needed a good inspector he could trust,
one that was untouched by HQ politics.  He suspected
there was more than one corrupt official in the
department, and was determined to root them out.  Lt.
Billings sounded like just the person he was looking
for and he said as much.  Karin, knowing how Sandi
would react to favoritism of any kind, made him swear
not to just hand her the position.  The Police
Commissioner was a little miffed that Karin would think
he would.  Lt. Billings would have to apply and make it
through the selection process.  But if she made the
list that landed on his desk, she had the job.  Karin
also made the Commissioner swear Sandi would never find
out that they had talked about the position.  She was
afraid that if Sandi found out Karin had had anything
to do with it, it would mar their friendship.

For her part, Sandi threw herself into her new job with
a zeal that frightened the senior members at Police
headquarters.  She was supposed to have been a low-
powered, mousy bitch, not a dynamo with the ear and
blessing of the Commissioner.  Sphincters tightened in
all the departments as she settled into her new
position.  She greeted each person at the headquarters
building with an unassuming, ingenuous smile that
lulled many into discounting her, to their own
detriment.

What Sandi was doing was re-writing the standard of
integrity to a higher level.  One that befitted those
whose task it was to `Protect and Serve.'  She and the
Commissioner felt that those who upheld the law should
be worthy of the task.  Not above reproach, as they
were human, after all.  They should, however, not be
working to circumvent it.  Her reports and
investigations were flawless and air tight.  She
brought an element of original thought to centuries of
police work.  Her suggestions for resolutions to
problems were unique, often salvaging the best part of
a person's training while removing them from the
temptation of further indiscretion.  Her suggestions
were almost always taken.  She became both feared and
admired for her personal honesty and integrity.

As a side benefit to her new position, Sandi was
meeting all kinds of eligible professional men and
other men successful in their fields.  She seemed
determined to date each one of them.  The best ones got
kissed, and the cream of the crop got invited to the
mansion.  The luckiest, and most discreet one or two,
needed the next day off to recuperate after a night
with Sandi.  She was thorough in that area as well.

Sandi made a standing offer to Karin after she had
tested her with that first man she had brought to the
mansion.  If Karin ever took a shine to any of the men
she brought home, all she had to do was call Sandi's
beeper.  When it became obvious that she never would,
Sandi suggested that if she just wanted to scratch the
itch, she should call.  Sandi was merely passing time
with her dates.  Her `Mr. Right' hadn't come along yet,
but she was damned if she was going to cloister herself
while he took his damn sweet time catching up to her.

Night after night Sandi listened to Karin sobbing
herself to sleep.  Her heart went out to the younger
woman.  When she couldn't stand it any longer, she
would go in and comfort Karin.  It always began
innocently, just sitting by her on the bed, stroking
her hair.  Somewhere along the line, soft lips would
wipe away an errant tear, then linger on the hot damp
flesh, cooling the fevered brow.  A slight readjustment
of her legs for comfort, swinging them up on the bed to
lie beside the sobbing girl, would eventually lead to a
hot session in bed together that would leave both of
them gasping for air.  It was stimulating, fulfilling,
but both of them knew it was not the answer.  This,
too, was just a pastime.

Lately, on quiet nights, Sandi heard soft moaning
followed by sobs coming from Karin's room.  This was a
new twist.  Her curiosity getting the best of her, she
peeked in on Karin to watch a fascinating show.  Karin
was tying herself up, just as she had done when she
lived in the apartment.  It appeared she was becoming
more and more frustrated with the inability of the
process to satisfy her.  It was the only thing she
could do, though, to bring back those feelings she had
experienced with Sam.

She would tie her legs together at the ankles, calves,
knees and mid-thighs.  Sandi was frightened at how
tightly she bound each thick rope.  Tight cords
tortured every movement of her tits.  A wicked looking
rope with strategic knots went between her legs, hard
into her crotch.  This was cinched up and held by a
wide heavy leather belt around her waist.  Karen would
then get her hands tied with the safety knot and began
flexing her hips to stimulate herself.  She tried herd
to make herself cum, but knowing her hands were loose
was too much of a distraction to let herself go.  She
burst out crying, sobs wracking her slim frame.

Sandi walked in on her and sat beside her on the bed.
"Can I help?" she asked softly

Karin looked up at her in misery.  She wasn't
embarrassed at the situation, just terribly frustrated.
"My hands.  I have to leave my hands loose."

Sandi didn't understand.

Karin tried to explain to Sandi that it was the feeling
of total helplessness that was the turn on.  She could
relax into it, let everything go.  It was that freedom
that brought on her explosive climaxes.  But when she
had to leave an `out' it wasn't the same.  She couldn't
struggle too hard, or her hands would come loose.

Sandi didn't understand the feeling of total
helplessness, having never let go of the control in her
relationships, but she understood the request.  "I'll
be right back," she said.

She came back several minutes later with her hands
behind her back.  She walked over to the bound girl and
backed up to the nightstand by Karin's bed.  She set
several items on it, just out of sight.

"Lift your head."

Karin craned her head forward.

Sandi slipped a blindfold over her eyes and settled it
in place.  "Can you see anything?"

"No."

"Good."  Next Sandi took one of the Teflonr slip-ties
the police corps used instead of handcuffs and fastened
Karin's hands to the bedpost.  Karin had to stretch to
keep the thin plastic bands from digging into her
delicate skin.  The stain tensed every muscle in her
body.  She was quivering as she waited for Sandi's next
move.

Sandi bent and smoothed Karin's hair back into a lovely
fan on the pillow.  She tenderly stroked her cheek.
"Better?"

Tears moistened the blindfold.  Karin just nodded her
head, not trusting herself to speak.

"Planning to have some fun then?"

Karen gave her another blind nod, a curious wrinkle on
her forehead at the strange question.  Of course, she
was going to have some fun!

Sandi touched her fingertips to Karen's lips.  When she
opened her mouth to kiss and lick them, Sandi gently
urged her mouth open.  When she was lying there like a
suffocating blowfish, Sandi stripped off her own damp
panties and stuffed them in Karin's mouth.

"Then that should help to keep the noise down!" she
said softly.  "Sleep tight, Karin."

She flipped the light off as she left, leaving the door
between their rooms wide open.  She listened hard for
any signs of distress, but all she heard were the
sounds of the bedsprings working hard into the night.
She didn't remember when she got to sleep, but she did
remember becoming more and more excited and frigging
her own clit to a thunderous explosion that left her
drained.  Until the rising tide from the next room
would sweep over her once more and carry her along in
its swift current.

Sandi got up early the next morning, exhausted.  She
went into Karin's room and cut the tight unforgiving
plastic band.  She made a note to herself to get
something less punitive to use.    As she rubbed the
dark red skin of her wrists, she saw that Karin's face
was totally relaxed and at ease in her sound sleep.
Sandi studied her face closely.  "I'm going to have to
give this a try," she thought to herself,  "soon."

'Soon' came a few weeks later.  Sandi dropped hints to
Karin, oblique at first, then becoming more pointed.
She couldn't bring herself to just come out and ask,
though.  She became more of an active participant in
the bondage sessions as she tied Karin in various
positions, asking leading questions about this piece of
leather and that type of rope, even offering a few
delicious suggestions of her own.  Karin never took the
hints.  In her mind, Sandi wasn't bent that way.  That
she helped her out was nice, nothing more.

One night Sandi couldn't take it any longer.  She had
listened to the ecstasy in the next room long enough.
She came striding into Karin's room with an armful of
ropes, her eyes purposeful.

Karin looked at her curiously.  "Not tonight, Sandi."
She giggled, "I don't have a headache."

"These aren't for you."

There was a moment of silence.

"Oh."  She sounded puzzled.  Then the light went off.
"OOOOOhhhhh.  Sandi!  I'm surprised at you."  She got
up off the bed, walking towards her friend.

"Will you help me, uh, do it?"

"But of course!"  She took the huge bundle of equipment
from her.  She grinned wryly as she saw a bit of
everything included in the tangled mess.  Karin leveled
her gaze at her only good friend.  "Sandi, are you sure
you want to do this?"

"Yes - no - yes.  Oh hell!  Yes, damn it, I've got to
try it.  Once, anyway."

"With pain?"

"Yes.  No.  Yes.  No.  A little?  Maybe?"

Karin laughed at her softly, then hugged her tightly.
"OK.  Just a little.  We'll see how it goes."  She had
never seen her friend so indecisive or afraid.  Fear
was good, she knew.  It helped get the adrenaline
flowing, the heart pumping and the pussy and asshole
clenching for dear life itself.

Sandi, not used to the submissive role, started to tell
Karin what to do and how she thought it should be done.
She was describing an elaborate bondage scene that made
Karin's head spin.  Finally, Karin walked over to her
and kissed her mouth to shut her up.

"Not tonight, babe.  You're along for the ride!"

Karin slipped her panties off her own ass and stuffed
them into Sandi's mouth, just as Sandi had done to her
each time she had tied Karin up.  Sandi bridled at that
at first then nodded her assent.  Turn about, and all
that.  Still, it rankled her that Karin wouldn't listen
to her ideas.

Karin took the gagged police inspector and led her back
into her own bedroom.  She stopped in the middle of the
large room and looked around as if for the first time.
She like what she saw.  She nodded to herself; there
were lots of possibilities.

First, however, she had to prepare the victim.  She
grinned.  She bet herself that no one had ever thought
of Sandra Billings as a `victim.'  She went over to
Sandi and tied a rope around the gag to keep it in.
"Don't want any loud noises to disturb the neighbors."
She pinched Sandi hard on the ass.  When she still
heard a squeal coming from behind the panty gag, she re-
tied the rope, this time with a knot centered over her
mouth and made it tighter around her neck.  The next
pinch induced squeal could hardly be heard, even though
this one had been to an erect nipple.  Sandi glared at
her, tempted to back out.

Before she could change her mind, Karin took one end of
a long cord and tied Sandi's hands together in front of
her.  Taking the loose end, she looped it over the
upper crossbar of the four poster canopied bed.
Pulling down on the end of the rope raised Sandi's
hands above her head.  Karin pulled until Sandi was on
her tiptoes.  She tied the cord off on the corner post.

"Bingo, girlie!  You're all mine now!"

Sandi struggled against the rope and discovered she was
indeed caught tight in the simple bondage.  She could
kick out with her foot, but that would mean losing her
balance.  Karin would be able to dodge her kicks
easily, and the rope would dig in harshly around her
wrists.  Her heart pounded in her chest as she analyzed
her situation.  She turned her head to watch the crazy
woman looking over her service gear.  A flicker of fear
showed in her eyes as she watched Karin advance toward
her, holding an extremely sharp knife.

Calm flooded Karin.  She suddenly knew what she wanted
her dearest friend to experience.  It had been the
wicked looking knife that had inspired her.  She was
going to scare the shit out of her, pumping her so full
of adrenaline that even all the jaded acts she had
witnessed in her police career would not be able to
dull her climax.  It was a daring plan, but the
equipment was there, the time was right, and she felt
she could do it.

She sidled up to the wide-eyed woman.  She let herself
go a little crazy, rubbing against her taut form with
her breasts, her eyes never leaving Sandi's.  She fed
off the panic she saw building in them.  Sandi didn't
know if Karin was sane or not, now.  Slowly sliding the
knife up inside Sandi's shirt, she pressed the blade up
against the soft flesh of her tits.  Her sigh was so
sinister, she scared herself, a little.  Sandi was
visibly shaken.

Karin was careful to keep the sharp edge of the blade
away from the ivory skin, but the cold sharp steel had
the desired effect.  Karin pressed the flat tip of the
blade first against one startled nipple and then the
other, making urgent, dangerous love to the erectile
tissues until they rose hard above the surface of her
breast.  The flicker of fear in Sandi's eyes became a
flame, burning hot in the bound woman.  A stray tear
escaped and ran down her cheek.

Karin moved the sharp edge of the knife up to Sandi's
neck.  She paused there for effect, fascinated with the
rapid pulse she could see in each of the carotid
arteries.  She tapped each one with the flat of the
blade.  She could have sworn Sandi had peed her pants
when she did that.  Karin was panting now, her ragged
breathing adding to her crazy image.  With a single cut
to each side, she sliced through the shoulder straps of
her skimpy nightgown, drawing the sharp point
purposefully, but carefully across the soft white flesh
as she went.  A thin red line appeared in the creamy
flesh along the wandering trail of the knifepoint.  She
pulled the strapless gown down around to Sandi's feet
and left it there.  The flame in Sandi's eyes was now a
forest fire.  Her bared chest was heaving.  She was way
past having second thoughts.

The crazed look in Karin's eyes didn't reassure her at
all.  She looked like a woman possessed.  She began
screaming frantically behind the gag as Karin fixated
on her tits, circling them with the point of the knife,
leaving long painful red lines all over them.  This
wasn't a game any more.  She knew only too well how
sharp that knife was.

She breathed easier when Karin dropped the knife on the
floor, relief flooding her.  But that was a mistake.
Karin's eyes never left her defenseless tits.  She was
coming closer....

Sandi's tits were completely at her mercy for the first
time.  Karin had sucked and licked them before when
that had satisfied each other, but it was always when
it was a give and take situation.  Now, with Sandi
bound, she could do anything to them she wanted.  Sandi
couldn't stop her, couldn't get back.  She gave it all
to Sandi unselfishly.

Sandi, sucked into the initial tenderness of Karin's
approach after she dropped the knife, let herself go.
She groaned behind the gag, and ground her pantied
loins into Karin's thigh.  Karin avoided her urgent
hints and focused on the large mammaries.  Sandi's
breasts had never been so stimulated.  They were
caressed, sucked, squeezed, fondled, pinched, mauled,
bitten and slapped.

Sandi loved it all.  The radical swings from gentle to
harsh, from crazy to sane kept her off balance.  She
didn't know what was coming.  She couldn't control what
was going to happen next.  It was a new experience for
her, and not one she was sure she liked.  But Karin was
persistent, leading her to the edge of her climax, then
gently leading her away.  Over and over, using her
mouth, teeth, tongue, hands, fingers and her long blond
hair, she focused Sandi's entire being on her two tits.
Never had Sandi been so aroused or her boobs so
sensitive.  She would climb up and then slide back
down, then higher, and back down.  Over and over, Karin
slowly worked the control from her mental grasp until
she was trusting Karin with her sexual need.

As she began to trust Karin with her sexuality, with
her intimate arousal, with her very life it seemed, she
realized the attraction of being controlled.  It was a
tremendous sexual high.  It was addictive.  Although
she was climaxing almost constantly now, her cums never
seemed to fully release the tension.  Each knee-
knocking explosion just took her to another level of
anticipation.  Another notch on the never-ending
ratchet to a life-changing orgasm.

It lasted for what seemed like hours to Sandi, or maybe
just a moment.  She actually came when Karin slapped
her boobs.  All four times.  She was breathing hard and
fast as she helplessly watched the young girl draw back
her arm and slap her sensitive tits with her open palm.
She held her chest out for more and more and more.  And
she came and came and came with each hard slap.  There
really was something to this pain thing.

When she slipped off her panties, Sandi didn't know
what to expect next.  But it was nothing short of
awesome.  Karin had become very proficient in the art
of cunnilingus over the past months and she used all
her talents now.  Sandi was sucking air through her
dilated nostrils, exhausted before the fun even
started.

Karin loosened the rope holding Sandi's hands up over
her head and brought her around to the foot of the bed,
so that she was facing the headboard.  She took a rope
and tied it around one ankle, then tied that rope to
the bedpost.  The other ankle was tied to the other
post.  Karin pulled the ropes as tight as possible.
Sandi was spread as wide as she could be.

Karin bent Sandi over the waist high bar at the top of
the footboard and pulled the long cord tied around her
hands up to the headboard and tied it off.  She pulled
on the rope until Sandi's torso was stretched taut
parallel to the mattress, her breasts swaying heavily
as she tried to catch her breath and recover.  Sandi
never once considered struggling to get free.  She had
surrendered her will to Karin.

The nightstand beside the bed held Sandi's favorite
plastic partners and Karin teased her cunt with the
largest one maliciously before slowly inserting it into
her fully and turning it on.  Sandi began lurching and
screaming into the gag almost immediately.  It was as
if she had never experienced the feeling of a vibrator
before, and she was on Radio Shack's Preferred Customer
list.  She was going crazy and she couldn't stop it.
She didn't want to.

A sharp slap sounded, shaking her from her erotic
vacation.  There was almost absolute silence.  The only
noise was the muffled sound of the vibrator.

"MMMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFF, came from the bound detective, as
the pain blossomed in her overloaded brain.  Nerves
shorted out.  She saw flavors and tasted the metallic
edges of pain.  Fear gripped her once more, then
pleasure wiped all else from her mind.  First a flash
of pain, then the flood of pleasure whipsawed her
mental state to mush as she experienced her first
whipping.

Karin watched the bright red stripes appear on the
perfect moon-shaped ass.  She held the thin belt from a
summer dress in her hand, the metal clasp held firmly
in her hand.  The supple leather wasn't stiff enough to
do much damage, but to the untrained skin in front of
her, she could only imagine the agony it brought.

SLAP!   SLAP!    SLAP!

Sandi was frantic in her efforts to free herself, but
Karin was watching her cunt intently.  It was flowing
freely now, almost gushing out with each stripe she
delivered to that weaving target.  She continued to
beat on the helpless detective.  She was relentless,
merciless with her harsh caresses.  At about the
twelfth stroke she noticed a radical change in Sandi's
behavior.  Her ass no longer twisted to get away from
the punishing belt, but she was now pushing it out to
meet it.  Her frantic screaming had lessened to an
animalistic orgasmic howl from deep within her soul.
Karin recognized the sounds of true sexual release, of
true freedom.

Karin grinned.  Her friend was realizing the wonders of
pain and pleasure, combined with total helplessness.
She was wound up about as tight as Karin could get her.
It made her wet just thinking about the super climax
that Sandi was going to have in just a few more
moments.  She wasn't jealous, just happy for her
friend.

The raised ass in front of her was a deep red from the
lashing.  Karin had gradually worked from the top of
her ass downwards and the last strokes had terrorized
the exposed slit with punishing contact.  It pouched
out from between the widespread legs, begging for
attention.  As it had lashed across her labia, the belt
had pounded the butt of the plastic vibrator deep into
the mouth of her uterus.  Sandi stiffened as she
suffered this new experience.  No man had reached so
deep inside her.

Karin stepped up behind her bound lover.  She traced
the crimson stripes of her own design with her sharp
fingernail.  The light touch on the sensitized skin
felt like a branding iron to Sandi.  She felt the
plastic dildo being pulled out of her twat.  She felt
abandoned empty without it's filling presence.

She sobbed uncontrollably.  She was broken, beaten.
She would do anything, suffer anything for her lover.
This girl, this na<ve, innocent, devious, adorable,
young country girl had broken the sexual will of this
sophisticated, worldly, experienced detective with a
simple rope trick.

Sandi didn't notice or react when Karin placed the tip
of the large vibrator against the virginal anal ring.
It never occurred to her that Karin would attempt to
penetrate that opening.  For all her supposed
experience, Sandi had never taken it up the ass.  None
of her male suitors had dared suggest it, nor probed it
with their finger.  Hell, she carried a gun and knew
how to use it.

The beating had numbed and relaxed her anal muscles.
Each stinging blow had caused a clenching of the
sphincter and the poor thing was just plain tired.  The
smooth tip of the plastic probe slipped past the tired
sentinel with ease, unnoticed by the delirious woman.

When Karin switched the vibrator on full speed, Sandi
jerked in her bonds as if electrocuted.  Karin applied
a firm pressure and the thick shaft slid up her back
chute, stuffing her in a most unfamiliar manner.
Unfamiliar, butt not entirely unpleasant.

Sandi babbled behind the gag.  Her words, if not
muffled, would have been totally incoherent, anyway.
Karin monitored her progress carefully and pushed her
just a little higher.  She worked the dildo in and out
of the clasping orifice.  With each inward thrust she
could feel Sandi's rectum accepting the shaft, until
finally it felt as if she were sucking it into herself.

Karin stood up.  She swung the thin belt she had used
before in a firm, but not too harsh, arc and caught her
right breast on the right side, down around the bottom
swells.  The end of the belt curled around the
resilient orb and slapped into the tender flesh in the
deep valley between the two mounds.  Sandi was beyond
caring.  She noted the new source of pain in her
subconscious memory and surrendered to the mounting
tension in her cunt.  She didn't care anymore about
anything except the coming release of sexual tension
within her.  Further battering of her breasts left them
striped like red and white round hemispheres.  The last
two stripes crossed each erect nipple.

Karin watched her friend struggle towards her erotic
conclusion.  She hesitated to finish her off the way
she wanted to.  Sandi would never have agreed to this
if she had known ahead of time.  Which was a very good
reason why she was tied down and gagged.

She took a deep breath to calm her own excitement.
This side of the ropes was good, to, but not as good as
the other for Karin.  She carefully measured her swing.
She took a practice swing.  It couldn't be too hard or
it would injure the delicate tissues, but too soft
wouldn't be enough of a shock to push her over the
precipice.  She took another practice swing.  That was
about right, but it was still a guess.  This was her
first time on this end of the whip.  She took a deep
breath and held it.

SNAP!

Karin held her breath still, waiting.

Sandi went motionless for several seconds.  Rigid.

Karin's heart sank.  It had been too hard!  Oh, damn!
She started to rush to her friend's side when Sandi
began to vibrate, twitching from her toenails to her
hair follicles.  The vibration became a shudder.  The
whole bed began to shake with the force of her cum.

Karin quickly applied another blow to the seared tender
flesh of Sandi's cunt, bringing the blow up from
underneath to slap the entire surface area of the
intimate area.  This tissue was not intended to take
this kind of abuse and the second shock to her system
pushed Sandi faster down the slippery slope of orgasmic
ecstasy.  The tip of the belt had flattened the
throbbing exposed clit.  Sandi's system went on
overload.

The second blow had been enough.  Sandi fainted dead
away, although her body continued to shake and spasm in
orgasm for minutes after she was unconscious.  It was a
release she sorely needed.  She would never again scoff
at those who gravitated towards bondage and pain for
their sexual preferences.

Karin carefully untied her unconscious friend.  She
eased the dildo from her sucking ass and wiped the
plastic shaft clean with a damp cloth.  She laid her
gently on the bed and went into the bathroom to draw a
steaming hot bath.

Chapter 12

Sandi woke up cradled in her girl friend's arms,
floating in the frothy steamy water of the Jacuzzi.
Never in her life had she had felt so satisfied, so
fulfilled, so complete.  Or so decadent.  She floated
languorously in her post-orgasmic haze as Karin gently
stroked her striped breasts with soft hands, whispering
in her ear the endearing terms Karin had herself heard
from her mysterious Sam.  It seemed so long ago now,
yet in her mind, the words and the memories were as
fresh as yesterday.
"Karin?"  Sandi stirred in her grasp.
"Hmmm?"
"You were a total bitch!" she said softly, then paused.
"Thank you!"  It was almost a whisper.
"Oh, Sandi, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...  All I
wanted...  I didn't know how hard...  I'd never done
been on that side."

"Hush, kiddo.  It was great.  You were great.  What I
meant was, if I had known ahead of time what you were
going to do, I wouldn't have let you do it.  But now
that I know what it's like, I want it again."
"Was it really good for you, Sandi?  Honest?"

"It was totally good."

They lie still for a while, soaking in the feelings and
the in the heat from the swirling water.
"Sandi?"  Karin hesitated.  "Uh, you know it's better
with a man."
Sandi thought, carefully weighing her response.  "Are
you offering me Sam?" she asked, tentatively.
The hands on her breast stopped their caressing motion
and she felt the stinging drops of Karin's tears
falling on her shoulders.  Even after all this time,
Karin was still totally in love with this mysterious
Sam.
"I can't.  I don't have Sam to offer you.  But if I
did, it would be his decision, not mine."
"Hey, lighten up.  I was just kidding!  I don't want
Sam, honest.  You know me better than that.  But," she
got serious, "how can I just let a man do this to me?
I can't just hand one of my dates a whip, smile and
bend over for him!  In my position, no pun intended, if
something like that ever got out, my career would be
ruined."
Karin came back to the point.  "So.  Do you really want
to do this again?"
"Yes."
"With a man?"

"Yes, admit!  What's your point?"

"A man will hit you harder, hurt you more."
"I know that - I guess, anyway.  Yes.  He would."
"A man will want to fuck you after."
"I know that, too.  That's kind of what I want.  I am
so horny right now that water spigot is looking
tempting."

"What about getting a hard cock rammed up your ass?
Have you done that before?  You felt pretty tight in
there."
"God, I want it there most of all.  Even though that
was my first time, it was great!  I want to do it
again, for real this time.  It felt so nasty, so- so
dirty.  I'd have to be tied down, though, or he'd never
get it in me."
Karin dropped one hand down to the `V' between Sandi's
legs and began urgently massaging the sensitive flesh
there.  Sandi felt the billowy breasts convulsing
spastically behind her back and finally realized the
massage as a diversion.
"Are you laughing at me?"
Karin burst out in a peal of laughter, throwing her
head back in hilarity.

"Your first time?" she got out between spasms.  "With
all your sophisticated lovers, that was your first
time?"  She howled at the indignant woman's little
secret.
Sandi sulked.  "I never let anyone do that.  I always
thought it was dirty and that it would hurt really bad.
But after the whipping, it didn't even hurt!"

This brought more laughter from Karin until finally
Sandi joined in the contagious actions.  When they
settled down Karin asked her, "Do you know anyone who
could do it to you?  Someone you could trust to be
discreet?  Someone who would enjoy it, would get
aroused, sexually?  You don't want someone to vent
frustrations when you're helpless like that, I would
think."
For some reason, Sandi immediately thought of that
young patrolman at her last station.  There had been
some quiet rumors about him and what he liked to do.
But, as there had been no specific complaints filed,
she couldn't and didn't press the issue.  If those
rumors were true - and she had some inside knowledge
they were - he would be perfect.  If it ever got
around, though, her career would be over.  She grinned.
He was kind of handsome, too, she recalled.  She
wouldn't mind getting fucked by him, either way!
She spoke up, hesitantly.  "Well, there was this one
guy.  He worked for me at the last precinct.  There
were some rumors, so I investigated.  I heard some
pretty reliable stories about what he liked to do to
women, but no one ever filed a complaint.  But, shit,
he can't know who I am, ever."
Karin thought a minute.  "I have an idea, Sandi.  It
just might work."  She proceeded to outline her plan to
Sandi as the two conspirators relaxed in the hot
healing water.

A week later, Ben Johnson, the unsuspecting young
patrolman, rang the doorbell of a huge mansion.  He was
out of his district, way off his usual beat.  He didn't
know any people who lived in this neighborhood, or any
who could afford to, either.  It was out of his price
range.  He had received a sealed envelope with orders
from the Commissioner's office to report here, to this
address, for a "Special Assignment".  He had double-
checked the orders with his boss, and his boss' boss.
They had both checked and then confirmed the unusual
orders.  They didn't know any more than he did, and
they didn't like it that they had been by-passed.
The door opened silently while he was turned around,
looking back out over the manicured grounds.  He didn't
hear it open.  He quickly turned around at the sound of
a feminine cough.  He gave an audible gasp when he saw
the gorgeous woman who opened the door.  She looked him
over appraisingly, as well, a pleased smile on her
face.

"It's nice to know I am still appreciated by the man in
the street," she said wryly.
"Oh, Ma'am, Mum, I'm sorry, Ma'am, I meant no
disrespect, Ma'am."  He was clearly shaken.
"None taken, Officer.  Please do come in."
She stepped back and he entered the luxurious foyer.
Karin and Sandi had been busy redecorating, putting the
feminine touches to the house to make it their home.
She led him to a sitting area and stood behind a chair.
"Sit down, please."  She indicated a seat across from
her chair.
He sat on the edge of the chair she indicated, holding
his cap in his lap.  He was obviously nervous.  She
could see the wheels going round and round in his head,
trying to place her, if he recognized her, if he had
met her in a bar, something.  He drew a complete blank,
and that frightened him even more.
She decided to put him at ease, sort of.  "I understand
you are probably nervous about being here.  I would be,
if I were in your shoes.  I am going to make you a
proposition.  You will have to make a decision to
accept it, or not, based on very little information.  I
apologize for that, but it is unavoidable and
necessary.

"My name is Karin Saunders.  That is all you need to
know about me.  If you dig for any more information
about me, as young policemen tend to do, it will, well,
ruin your career and the careers of other fine
officers.  That is not at threat nor is it intended as
one.  It is simply what will happen.

"What you will be asked to do here is not illegal, nor
is it police business.  As I said, after I have
explained it more fully to you, you may decline to
participate without any consequences whatsoever to you
or your career.  Your decision to participate in any
activities here must be completely voluntary,
unofficial, and absolutely never discussed outside of
this house.  Do you understand those terms?"
Ben nodded his head slowly, although it was clear to
Karin that the whole situation baffled him.  He
understood the terms.  It was the reasons behind them
that escaped him, and that scared the shit out of him.
Whenever Ben ran into unusual or particularly dangerous
situations, the skin on the back of his head would
tingle or itch, warning him.  It had not stopped
tingling since he had parked his car outside in the
long drive.  But he was curious.  She had said he could
say 'No'.

"OK, so far," he said.

Karin nodded and cleared her throat, "Officer Johnson,
I have to ask you some questions.  Please answer
truthfully, even if the answers are embarrassing."

He nodded, clearly wary.

"Are you married?"
"No, Ma'am."
"Please, call me 'Karin.'  Are you engaged?"
"No, Ma'am - err, Karin."

"Prospects?"
She was asking some personal questions, and he was
uneasy about the direction.  His last long-term
relationship shattered on the rocks of policeman's
stress and his peculiar need to dominate and inflict
painful pleasure.  That break-up had been almost a year
ago, but he was still rather touchy about it.
"No, and I don't like your prying."
"I understand, Officer Johnson, but I promise you'll
see the reasons for these questions shortly.  If I may,
there are just a few more?"
He nodded curtly, not believing her.
"Is there anyone special?"
"NO, Admit!  The last girl, well, we, umm, broke up,"
he snapped and started to get up.
Karin shifted nervously and looked to the side into the
room next door.  Receiving reassurance, she continued.
"Please understand Officer Johnson, I have to ask these
questions.  It is important.  May I continue, or would
you like out now,...?"

She didn't say it, but he felt her teasing him with
`before you even know what it's about.'  Not only that,
but someone else was here.  He sensed it.  His
curiosity got the best of him.  "Please continue.  I
guess."
"They are very personal questions," she restated.
"More so than they have been."
"Go ahead and ask.  You said I could leave if I
wanted."
"Are you gay?"  She didn't ask accusingly or
negatively.  It was an honest question.
He blushed.  "NO!  Definitely not."  He smiled openly
at her, and made a mock leer.  "Especially not when
there are women as beautiful as you around.  No,
ma'am."

She laughed lightly and smiled at him reassuringly.
"We - uh - I didn't think so.  Just checking."
He heard a soft giggle coming from the other room.  He
was even more curious about what in the Hell this was
all about.  `Nothing ventured, nothing gained', as they
say.
Karin shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
His policeman's instincts told him that she was nervous
about the next questions.  These must be the important
ones.  He was on his guard for a trick.

"Uh, what do you feel about pain in a sexual
relationship, Mr. Johnson?"
He nearly shit in his uniform at this question.  He
made no secret of his dominant leanings the station,
but he didn't store whips and chains in his locker,
either.  He realized suddenly that his summons to this
house had come from the Commissioner's Office.  He
shriveled inside.  He might as well resign and move on.
Any chance of a career in this town was over.
"Is this an I/A investigation?  Did my ex-fianc,e file
a complaint against me?" he queried.  His voice was
almost a whisper, very intense.
"What do you feel about pain in a sexual relationship?"
Karin did not answer his questions, but merely repeated
her own.

He held his head in his hands.  "This is about my old
girl friend, isn't it?"  He had had a gut feeling about
her.  He knew it would come to this.  He had pushed her
too hard.

Karin noticed his despair.  She decided to follow it
up.  "Did you tie her up?"

Pale and shaken, he soaked his shirt with nervous
perspiration.  "Yes," he admitted.
"And you hurt her?"
"Yes."
"Did you do this to her because you were angry with
her?"
"No, I wasn't mad at her or anything like that.  That
wasn't the intent of what happened.  It's just, well,
for some people, well, pain seems to make sex better.
Giving it, getting it.  I thought - ... Well, I had
hoped that she might ..."  He tailed off.
"Do you enjoy doing that to women, tying them up and
hurting them?"
"It's not as bad as it sounds, but, yes, I do.  Well, I
usually do.  With her I discovered that I only get
aroused if the pain excites my partner, too.  Please
understand, I get aroused by `normal' sex, too.  It's
just that, well, having complete control over someone,
having someone submit to me, well, it gets me hot.  It
excites me a lot.

"With my fianc,e, my old girlfriend, she had
reluctantly agreed to try it, but only if I went real
slow - which I did!  She could tell how much it meant
to me, but she was scared, too.  She had had a bad
experience with her step-dad, uncle, or something.  I
cared about her so much, I just wanted to share this
part of my life with her.

"The one time we tried it, I had only just tied her up.
I hadn't really hurt her at all, and I wasn't going to
go any farther than a couple of hand slaps on her butt,
not until I thought she could take it.  Until she
wanted it, I hoped.  Maybe I never would have.  I was
so excited, just tying her to the bed, seeing her
helpless like that.  It scared her too much, I guess.
She sort of hurt herself struggling in her panic and I
felt so bad.  She panicked, like, all of a sudden, and
I couldn't get her released fast enough.  She went
berserk.  I had to take her to the hospital and get her
a shot to calm her down.

"I'm awfully sorry, Ms. Saunders.  If there's anything
I can do for her, say to her?  She wouldn't talk to me
or take my calls, and I ... I'm sorry."  He had
concluded that she was his old girl friend's lawyer,
relative, or something.
Karin smiled.  He was perfect.  Sensitive and no mean
streak she could sense.  The information about his ex-
fianc,e had not been picked up in their research, but
what had happened was not surprising.  She didn't have
much experience, but from what Sandi said, most women
weren't like Karin, who craved pain and bondage
naturally.  Most women had to be seduced into enjoying
pain, as Sandi had been.  Karin thought it was probably
possible for most women to enjoy it, when done with
tenderness and care, if only to allow their partners to
have the pleasure of her submission.
Ben sniffled and sat up straight.  He was embarrassed
for baring his soul in front of this beautiful woman.
He shuffled his feet uncomfortably, waiting for her
next move.
Karin was pensive, thinking.  She had made Sandi let
her make the final decision.  Sandi wanted this too
much and could not be objective about this guy.  She
looked at him in light of his lengthy response.  He was
no Sam, that was for sure.  The young officer was a
little inexperienced, but that could be good and bad.
She looked him over for a long time, looking for a
sign.  What she saw underneath his nervousness and
inexperience was a younger version of Sam.  He was
about the same size and all.  What struck her as she
looked at him now were his eyes.  They were dark blue,
twinkling serious and playful at the same time.  They
were Sam's eyes.

She held out her hand, silently inviting the unseen
third person from the next room to enter.  "Ben, I
would like to introduce you to Lady X."

Ben sprang to his feet as a goddess in kinky bondage
garb floated into the room.
"Lady X, this is Ben Johnson.  Please, sit here," she
said to the second woman, indicating the chair in front
of her.
Ben stood, speechless.  The first woman, Karin, was
beautiful.  This second one was an absolute goddess.
She glided lightly to the chair and sat down in front
of Karin.  Karin placed her hands gently on her
shoulders and caressed them.  She urged the stunned
patrolman to sit back down.  Ben and Lady X sat facing
each other.
Ben shut his open mouth.  His eyes were fixed on the
vision in front of him.  Tall, she was tall.  Blonde.
She had blonde hair.  He could see her ponytail, and
her pussy hair was blonde, too.  Legs.  Oolong legs
ending in thigh-high heels that pointed her slender
feet almost straight down.  Beautiful shiny leather
boots wrapped tightly around her shapely calves and
thighs, ending just below her bare crotch.
Her waist was wasp thin, held in by the tiniest corset
he had ever seen.  Her waist flared out to the most
sumptuous hips, accentuated in their ripeness by the
squeezing corset.  The shiny black cincher ended just
below two of the most beautiful tits he had ever seen.
Perfect cones of snowy white flesh proudly pointing out
at the world.  They were the size of large grapefruits,
but with her height, she was perfectly proportioned.
He stared for a long time at her nipples.  Spring-
loaded sharp-toothed clamps joined by a heavy silver
chain dangled from them.  The teeth bit into the tender
ruby flesh.  The heavy chain between the clamps bounced
and swung as she moved.  Even as she breathed, the
weight of the silver chain tugged the brave buds
downwards.  The tough little buttons fought gravity
valiantly and kept the clamps standing out from the
ivory flesh of her tits.
Her graceful arms and shoulders were completely bare, a
strange anomaly that struck him as incredibly sexy.  A
thick leather posture collar was banded tightly around
her neck.  It led into a full hood that left only her
nose and eyes visible.  Her hair, the ponytail,
cascaded up and out of an opening in the top.  The hood
was tightly laced up the back.  The smooth area over
her mouth was ova led and indented, as if a tight-
fitting gag had been installed with the hood.
Lady X bowed gracefully to him from her chair, her tits
swaying slightly with each swing of the heavy chain.
Karin had remained silent during his long appraisal of
the hooded woman.  She had worked long and hard getting
this outfit together and she knew Sandi looked hot.
She appreciated his response to her work.
"Ben?  ...  Uh, Ben!" she brought him back to earth.
"Huh?  What?"
"Lady X has some particular requests, and has asked me
to ask you if you would help her with them.  After what
you have told me today, I think, perhaps, you may be
able to help her out.  You may be able to help each
other."
She looked down at Sandi.  "Lady X, do you wish to
submit to the desires of this man?"
Sandi nodded.  It was a firm nod, no doubts in it.
"Do you do so voluntarily?"
Sandi nodded again.
Karin helped her to her feet.  She lifted one
immaculate hand to her lips and kissed it gently.  Ben
noticed the tenderness that passed between the two
women.  He also noted their similarity.  He figured
they must be sisters, or something.
"Lady X, your hands are free, your feet are unbound.
You are free to choose your own direction, your
destiny.  What do you choose?"
Lady X hugged the moderator tightly to her bare chest.
The clamps dug in and twisted cruelly at this gesture,
but Lady X gave no indication of the pain.  Then the
leather clad woman turned to face the stunned
policeman.  She walked to the side of his chair and
gracefully laid herself across his lap.  She wiggled to
settle herself and then crossed her wrists behind her
back.
"If you accept the offer of her submission to you, use
your cuffs to bind her."
Ben couldn't get to the long plastic loop on his belt
fast enough.  He slipped it around the delicate bones
of her wrists and ratcheted the thin nylon loops tight.
His heart was pounding in his ears.  To slow his
thoughts and catch his breath, he traced the veins in
each soft arm up to her elbows.  He reveled in the
delicacy of that ivory skin, the softness.  This
goddess was bound, over his lap, at his mercy.  He
looked up at Karin.  There were tears on her cheeks,
but they were from happiness.

Karin caught his eye and walked over to him.  Lifting
up his hand to her lips, she placed a kiss on his open
palm.  "Lady X is giving you a tremendous gift - her
trust.  You may do to her whatever you wish in this
house, except for one thing.  You may never remove her
hood or learn her identity.  In addition, I must warn
you.  If you mark her permanently in any way without
explicit permission from me, I will cut you balls off.
Slowly."  She grinned, softening the bald threat.  "I
don't think I will have to do that, though.  She trusts
you.  I trust you.
"You may use any room in the house for your, uh,
`activities.'  There are additional, umm, shall we say,
`facilities' in the basement, as well, which you may
find helpful.  My wish, our wish is for you to take her
to the heights of pain and pleasure and beyond.  It is
her specific wish that when you have her there, that
you then take her in the pussy or up the ass.  But take
her with love and tenderness."
Having said that, Karin turned and walked out the door
of the house, leaving him alone with this vision from
his wet dreams stretched out across his lap.
Ben sat in a daze.  This was too good to be true.  He
traced the deep crease down the center of her firm ass
with his finger.  Lady X wiggled erotically in response
to the wandering digit.  He gently cupped the ivory
hemispheres, one in each of his strong hands, pulling
them up and apart.  Her pink sphincter winked at him,
beckoning him to enter.  Releasing her ass cheeks, he
watched their elastic motion as they rebounded back
together, hiding her teasing asshole from view.  He
realized he was as hard as a rock.  Lady X had already
discovered his hardness and was rhythmically humping
herself on his lap, trying to stimulate her clit.
He gave a tentative, but solid, slap at the creamy
hemispheres.  There was a satisfying whistle of air out
of the woman in response.  Her ass cheeks immediately
stuck out for more punishment, begging him with their
audacious posture.
"Lady X?"
The hood nodded in response.
"The other lady, Karin, is gone.  I don't know what
your relationship is with her, but if she is forcing
you to do this, I will stop.  So I will ask you myself,
do you really want to do this?"

A definite bobbing of her head confirmed her desire to
continue.
"You are not drugged or being coerced in any way?"
She waggled her whole body in negative response.

"Is this conversation being recorded in any way?"

Again, she waggled `No.'
"Have you done this with a man before?"
She waggled again.
"This, this is your first time?"  His voice was
incredulous.  He hadn't thought that the two women
might have tormented each other.  As she lay there, he
wasn't sure but he thought she was laughing.  He didn't
know he had used the very same emphasis as Karin had
only a few days earlier.

It struck her as incredibly funny.  She was unable to
enjoy the humor, however, as she was brought up short.
She realized just how restrained she was, because she
choked on the gag when she started to laugh.  She
bobbed her head.
"You know this is going to hurt."
She bobbed.
"You know this excites me, sexually, that is?"

She rubbed her body against his lap in response.  She
knew, alright.

"I may want to fuck you afterwards, or even during our
time together.  Do you understand I will not ask your
permission to take you however I wish?"
A most emphatic bob made him smile.  She had the right
idea.  He fingered her asshole and she bobbed her
entire body up and down, almost working herself off his
lap.
"Should I ask you any more questions?" he asked her,
laughing at her enthusiasm.  He was getting very
excited.  It had been a long time.

A similarly emphatic waggle was interrupted by a
satisfying SMACK of his hand on her left ass cheek.
She stiffened and screamed into the gag, eager to be on
her long climb up the mountain.
Shit!  Karin had been right.  A man was different.  His
hands were larger, his blows more solid.  She could
tell by that first swat that this was not a game with
him, but serious business.  Most of all, she could feel
it in his whole being, he enjoyed what he was doing to
her.  No, she corrected herself, he enjoyed what they
were doing together.  She was a part of this, too.

Ben made the climb up her orgasmic mountain long and
hard.  His technique was to blister one cheek, leaving
the other completely alone.  The contrast between the
sensations coming from the adjacent spheres heightened
the experience for the recipient.  The slaps to the
abused cheek went on unabated for several minutes,
accompanied by a gentle caressing of the untouched
cheek.
Lady X was going crazy.  This `fire and ice' technique
he used was blissful agony.  She rolled her hip to try
to direct his swats to the other, ignored cheek, but he
was too experienced for that.  The pinkish color of her
ass turned to a dangerous red, looking angry and
bruised.

Ben knew better.  The hot blood flowing to the spanked
skin's surface was over-oxygenating the nerve endings,
deadening the pain.  Soon she would not be able to feel
the swats anymore and he would have to switch to the
other cheek to continue the torment.  Then, when that
one was numbed, the first one would be hyper-sensitized
and he could start over.  Back and forth, back and
forth.  A good spanking could go on for hours.  He
intended this one to be a very good one.

His fingers visited the dark cleft between her legs.
It was damp and warm.  He slipped his middle finger
into her cunt.  He held it still in the hot tunnel and
felt the tremors of her passing orgasms squeezing it
tight.  He broke out in a hot sweat as he imagined his
hot prick in that velvet vice.

After he had put her glowing ass through several cycles
of fire and ice, Ben brought his thumb to bear on her
ass hole.  She pushed eagerly up against the intruding
digit and he slipped it in up to his palm.  Twisting
his hand, he brought his other fingers to bear on her
cunt and double fucked her to climax.

She lay across his lap, panting.  He could see the
sweat running freely from her armpits down the sides of
her hanging breasts, onto the nipple clamps and
finally, dripping from the swinging chain to the rug
below.  They both rested for several minutes.

He helped her to her feet.  She turned to face him, her
eyes her only form of expression.  He looked at her
eyes.  They showed no fear, just excitement and
anticipation.  She clearly wanted more.  He was eager
to give it to her.

"Show me the basement."  It was a command.

Chapter 13
The eyes in the hood widened in a twinge of fear and
excitement, but her head bobbed her acceptance of his
command.  She turned and led him to the basement door.
Her hands were fastened behind her, so she stood
impatiently by the door, shifting from one high-heeled
foot to the other.  She didn't like waiting.  He teased
her, playing with her exposed body, making her wait for
him to open the door.  He did, finally, and she led him
down the stairs into the cellar.

Karin and Sandi had been busy refinishing this area of
the house, as well.  All the rubbish and papers had
been removed.  The walls, floors and ceilings had been
finished and painted.  It was a nondescript area, but
well lighted and clean.  Karin had especially wanted to
completely redecorate the area of the basement where
she had been raped.  Sandi agreed.

Part of the cellar had been closed off for a special
area.  This section had an extra deep sunken floor,
making the height of the ceiling about 12 feet.  It had
apparently been intended to accommodate the bulky
insulation necessary for a proper wine cellar.   The
two women had plotted and giggled as they furnished the
room, which they called `the dungeon.'  They had
outfitted their playroom in the motif of its title,
with massive pieces of medieval-style furnishings
placed strategically around the spacious room.  Other
furnishings, like heavy iron rings in the floor and on
the walls, chains with manacles dangling, whips and
other implements gave the room the aura of fear and
foreboding of a real dungeon.  All of the furnishings
were working models.  The two women were insistent on
that point.  However, none of them had been used
before.  This visit by the Lady X was the maiden
voyage, so to speak.  Sandi was deeply honored that
Karin had made it available for her today.

Until a short time ago, Sandi had never imagined she
would be using this room as a submissive.  That was
Karin's thing.  Sandi walked over to the heavy door to
the dungeon.  Ben grunted as he swung it open, the
weight surprising him.  The door was very heavy and
solid.

Lady X proceeded her new master down the wide steps
into the dark room.  Bumping a switch with her hood,
she lit the windowless room in soft light.  She stood
there shaking, terrified of what would happen in the
next few minutes or, dare she hope?, hours.  She was
also incredibly horny, more so than she could ever
remember being in her entire life.  Her entire focus
seemed to be on her cunt and getting something shoved
inside of it.

Ben whistled in appreciation of the furnishings.  He
turned to his victim.  "Lady X, this is going to hurt
like hell!  I didn't intend to ask you again, but,
shit, I have to.  Are you sure this is what you want?"

In response, Lady X went over to him and, turning
around lightly grasped his rampant cock with her bound
hands.  She measured its hardness and length.  When she
was satisfied that this excited him, she knelt down in
front of him in the classic submissive posture, her
head bowed.  She rubbed his feet, ankles and lower legs
with her hooded head.  It reminded him of the cat he
had had when he was growing up.

He allowed her to stay in her submissive posture while
he removed his uniform.  He folded it neatly and placed
it on a hanger, apparently for that purpose.  He
grinned.  The room had obviously been designed by a
woman.  Make that women.  Men didn't provide hangers.
They used pegs.  He looked down at his cock sticking
out from his flat belly.  Must be where we get the
idea.

Naked, he turned to see her sitting on her heels
watching him.  He faced her, his thick cock swinging in
a great arc in front of him.  He stepped over to her.
"Like it?"

An enthusiastic bob made him smile.  It was always nice
to be appreciated.

"Want it?"

The light dancing in her eyes was delightful.  In
response, she bobbed her entire body up and down so
hard she lost her balance with her hands cuffed behind
her and tipped over.

He burst out laughing.  "That eager, are you?"

He helped her up to her feet.  "But we just have to try
out some of this wonderful equipment first, don't you
think?" he teased as he released her hands from behind
her.

She massaged her wrists as he wandered around the room.
He walked over to the wall and examined the racks of
whips, canes, rods and crops.  There were all shapes
and sizes, there were some not intended to be used on
human flesh.  He again whistled under his breath.

"Have you used any of these?  They look new."

She shook her head.

"None of them?"

Again she shook her head.

"Have you ever been under the whip?"

Another shake.

He stared at her for a while, mentally adjusting his
evaluation of this wonderful woman's courage.  He
walked over to another wall.  It looked like a wall of
soft rubber breasts, each with erect nipples.  Each
pair of tits was adorned with a different kind of
nipple clamp, squeezing device, or tit press.  They all
looked painful, but some look just plain vicious.
About half of the sets of fake boobs had tiny gold
rings pierced through the nipples.  Those didn't have
clamps, but had weights, chains and other implements of
torture that attached with small hooks.  One set of the
regular rubber tits was empty.

Pointing at her nipple clamps, he asked her, "Do these
go there?"

She nodded that they did.

"Take them off and put them away," he commanded her.

She stomped her foot in a childish way and shook her
head 'No.'  She walked sexily over to him with her hips
swaying provocatively from side to side.  Lifting and
cupping her hands, she offered up her breasts to him.
He looked at her dancing eyes and toyed with her
proffered treasures.

"This is going to cost you, big time," he informed her
as he took off the clamps, pulling her tortured nipples
maliciously as he did.  She flinched, but did not move
away.  He turned and put the clamps on the empty set of
tits on the wall.

He massaged her bare nipples to stimulate the
circulation in the pressed flesh.  Her eyes watered as
she stood passively in front of him, totally at his
command.  His heart began to melt for this mystery
woman, fascinated by her submissiveness to him.  He
would find out who she was, and ask her to be in his
life forever, if it was the last thing he did.  He
didn't know how, but he would.

But first, there was the matter of a whipping to take
care of.  That was about all anyone could do on the
particular piece of equipment he had selected.  Four
padded manacles on a large square frame.  The entire
body was accessible to be beaten, front, back, and
sides.  Even the palms of the hands and the soles of
the feet could be attacked at the whim of a whip-
wielding aggressor.

The entire frame could be rotated to a horizontal
position for fucking or to a heads down position for
additional terror.  A waist belt could be attached to
the ceiling to help support the victim in the
horizontal position.

It was a well-equipped dungeon.

He turned to the woman he knew as Lady X.  Holding out
his hand, he led her over to the large device.  The
simple touch of her hand made him shiver inside, as if
a spark had crossed between them.  Her hand was soft,
but firm.  There was a hidden strength in her touch
that was missing from most women's touches, he thought.

In a quick movement, she pulled him to her and wrapped
her arms around his neck.  She held on to him tightly.
She squeezed hard for a long time, as if searching for
something inside him or inside of herself.  He waited
for her, patiently, stroking her smooth, rosy ass
cheeks as she clung to him.

Apparently she found what she had been looking for.
Releasing him gently, she put her hands to his face and
in a macabre, but touching, gesture, placed the
leathery rictus mouth of the hood over his lips and
pressed lightly against them.

He was deeply touched.  He understood the gesture.  She
had just kissed him, giving him her permission to
continue, however he desired.  No more questions, no
more hesitation.  She trusted him.

Sandi, tears streaming down her face and a contorted
smile on her deformed lips, stepped into the box-like
frame of the device and waited for him to make the next
move.

He took a deep breath and looked down.  He had spurted
his cum all over her leg while she had kissed him.
With no other touching.  The creamy white fluid dripped
down her inner thigh and onto the top of the boots.  He
went over to her and wiped it off her leg with his
fingers.  He rubbed his cum into her tits, focusing on
her swollen and sore nipples.

He also cleaned off her cunt juice that was running
down her thighs.  He rubbed this into her breasts as
well.  Impulsively, he leaned down and kissed the tips,
sucking them into his mouth one after another.  He was
surprised.  He had never tasted his cum before.
Together, the two fluids tasted quite pleasing to him.
She fidgeted as he cleaned and then kissed her, her
stomach quaking in giggles.

"Too bad you can't taste this.  Our flavors go quite
good together," he said rising to his feet.  "Maybe
another time...?"

He took her hand and fastened the padded manacle around
her delicate wrist.  The second wrist followed the
first into captivity.  He adjusted the lengths of the
chains attached to the manacles.  She was stretched to
the extent of her height, teetering on the high heels.

There was a short bar just below each of the ankle
restraints, and he discovered that he could hook the
heel of the shoe over this bar to help support the
weight of the victim.  Even so, her legs were spread
painfully wide apart.

Sandi allowed herself to be placed into the restraints.
By climbing on the short bars with her heels hooked
over them, she had demonstrated their use for him.  He
quickly tightened the manacles around her booted
ankles.

He walked over to the wall.  He stopped and looked at
Lady X.  He didn't have all that much skin to attack.
Just her lower abdomen, pussy, upper thighs and her
luscious ass below the tight corset.  Above it were her
tits, shoulders, upper back and arms.  He made his
selections from among the wide variety of whips and
moved back to the hanging woman.  He laid all of them
down in front of her.  She began to tremble in
anticipation.

He picked up the first whip.  It had only been a short
while since the initial spanking and her ass was not
ready for a great deal of pain just yet.  He swung the
soft leather strap he had selected against her upper
thighs.  A soft slap echoed off the padded walls.  She
didn't even jerk.

He continued the soft slapping, covering all of her
exposed skin with his tender leather caresses.  As he
returned to previously struck areas, the blows became a
little harder, bringing the blood to the surface.  A
warm rosy glow covered the dangling girl.  A sheen of
perspiration covered both of them.

Gradually, he had been able to build up her tolerance
to the pain so that she could accept much harder blows.
The next implement he had chosen to use on her would
give magnitudes greater sensation than the butter soft
strap.

He picked up the tasseled riding crop, feeling the
solid heft of it in his had.  It had a nice stiff body
with a whippy tail.  The handle fit easily in his palm.
It was well balanced, almost like a sword.  He made a
practice swing and the evil swish sent goose bumps
scattering across his skin.

Sandi had her eyes closed and didn't see the change in
whips.  She was in ecstasy, the buildup of pain boiling
over into the intense pleasure that she longed for,
that she needed.  She was so wrapped up in her own
world she didn't hear the practice swing.  The first
lash with the crop caught her by surprise and raised
her up stiff in the restraints.

Ben watched a satisfying dark red welt form at the base
of her ass cheek.  The tassel had snapped into the
crevice between them and stung the flesh of her
asshole.  He didn't wait, but let the next lash fall
across her upper thigh.  She farted loudly and came at
the same time, her slick cum splashing out onto the
floor.  She had not known she could squirt like that.

He worked over her entire body, leaving short, deep red
welts and tassel marks about one inch apart on every
available piece of skin.  He labored steadily for quite
some time, being thorough until he only had her
breasts, her lower tummy and her pussy to go.  He had
saved the best for last.

He stopped his whipping and released the lever that
allowed him to turn the rack.  He rotated her so that
she lay face up, her striped butt sagging down from her
body weight and exhaustion.  The waist belt quickly
brought her body back level and relieved some of the
tension on her wrists and ankles.

Sandi had left sanity behind as he whipped her
underarms.  She had not realized how erogenous that
area could be.  As she slipped into a erotic delirium,
she made a note to try it with Karin.  She would love
it.  The stinging lashes to her tits boosted her up and
over the perilous peak of her climax several times.
Each successive blow ripped her higher and higher.  Ben
avoided the tender nipples out of compassion, but he
covered the rest of the soft mounds thoroughly.

The waist belt covered and protected part of her tummy.
So Ben went for the brass ring.  He stepped under the
bar and moved to stand in between her legs.  He firmly
laid a well-place slash with the crop on the inside of
each shapely thigh.  Her semi-conscious body arched up
as if in invitation of the final blows.

The first lash to her cunt split the lips and landed
directly on her clit.  She convulsed wildly.  The
second lash buried the tassel in her vagina, mauling
the delicate tissues there.  She shuddered violently
again.  A final upward blow drew a cherry red welt
across her anal ring and up her ass crack.  She
screamed in ecstasy as she passed out.

Ben's rock hard prick had been slapping against his
legs with each blow.  His breathing was ragged as he
stepped up to the unconscious woman and plunged his
cock into her pussy.  He stood still, letting the
spasms of her mega-orgasm milk his blood muscle up and
down.  Fully seated in her cunt, he waited for her to
regain some of her senses.  The warm, moist tunnel
gripped his prick as if hanging on for dear life.  The
fit of the two procreative organs was perfect.

Her felt and heard the low growl from the fettered
woman.  Sandi woke to feel wonderfully stuffed.  He was
inside her at last!  Her body burst to life, every
erotic nerve in her being triggered by the pulsing rod
of flesh buried in her pussy.  She literally vibrated
on his shaft.

Ben reached forward and grasped her hips, steadying
himself as he worked his cock in and out of her
clasping cunt.  He established a slow rhythm with deep
penetrating strokes.  He watched his prick withdraw
from the warm sheath, the soft tissues of her pussy
clinging to the shaft as if trying to keep it from
leaving.  His rhythm quickened as he felt himself
approaching the critical point.  He didn't try to hold
back, but pounded into her as hard as could, slamming
into her soft thighs with his hips on every forward
lunge.  Her luscious tits jiggled as if they floated on
her chest.

Pounding into her one last time, he yelled his ecstasy
as he came, then grunted with each additional clenching
spurt of jism that came out of his prick.  Satiated, he
leaned on his hands, gasping for breath.  They were
both exhausted and satisfied from the initial session.

Ben caught his breath and turned the frame upright.
After taking off her waist belt, he released her ankles
and wrists.  Sandi collapsed in a pile on the floor.
She was delirious, out of her mind in orgasmic
splendor.  Every touch, every sound, every smell sent
her senses reeling with sensual delight.  She was
happy, fulfilled, complete.  She knew she could love
this man.

Ben gathered his mystery lady in his arms and carried
her upstairs to the sitting room.  He laid her gently
on the couch and cradled her head in his arms.  Softly,
he cooed and sang to her the comforting sounds and
lullabies he had thought he had long forgotten.  As
they cuddled, he began telling her of his life, of his
happiness at finally meeting the woman of his dreams,
Lady X, of his feelings for her, and of his
determination to convince her to reveal her identity to
him.  Somehow, he told her, he would win her love.

He watched her eyes as he spoke, her bright intelligent
eyes responding to his words.  He knew she understood
his words, knew she felt the same.

Sandi's heart was torn.  She felt she loved him, even
after so short a time.  She couldn't risk telling him
who she was.  Not yet.  It wasn't the right time.

Karin found them in that position.   Ben was softly
talking to her and stoking her silky skin, freely
weeping now in his love and frustration.  Sandi was
curled up on his lap like a little child, totally at
ease, watching him speak, reaching up occasionally to
catch a tear falling from his face.

Karin let them run their course until he was silent.
She touched him on the shoulder and motioned for him to
give Lady X to her.  Karin lifted her friend easily and
walked towards the door.  She grinned to herself as she
noted the size of the sleeping monster he was equipped
with.  Sandi must have enjoyed that!  She turned at the
door.

"Please get dressed and come back to this room.  There
is a shower in that room over there, if you want to
clean up as well.  I wish to speak to you before you
leave."

Karin carried Sandi to a bedroom upstairs.  She unlaced
the tight corset and removed the boots from her legs.
The hood was eased off her head after loosening the
laces in the back.  Karin ran her hands over her
friend's body, looking for any serious injuries.  She
found none, and that pleased her.  There were only the
marks of well-whipped flesh.  Ben had been careful -
and skillful.  But she had known that when she had
found them together.  Their passion was evident, as was
Sandi's dilemma.

Sandi threw her arms around Karin and sobbed into her
neck for several minutes.  It was not from the pain,
but the sorrow.  Her heart was breaking.  She had found
her true love at last, but she couldn't have him, just
as Karin had found Sam, and lost him.  The sobs wracked
her slender frame as Karin comforted her.

"SHIT!  Love sucks!" Sandi muttered softly.

"I know, Honey.  I know.  You OK?"

"Yeah.  God, he was good."

"Uh-huh, I'll bet.  Into the tub, then.  Soak those
stripes for a while.  I'll join you in a bit.  I have
to let our guest out."

Sandi got into the large bathtub and eased her battered
frame down in the steaming water.  Karin leaned over
and kissed her cheek before leaving the room.

Downstairs, the nervous patrolman paced across the
room.  He froze when she entered the room.  "Is she all
right?  Is everything OK?  I didn't hurt her, did I?"
He blushed at the stupidity of that question.  "Well,
not too badly, I mean."  His concern for her was
written all over his face.

Karin sat down before answering.  She motioned him to a
seat as well.  His heart sank.  No one gave good new
sitting down.

"To answer your questions," she began, "Yes and No!"

His face paled at the thought he had hurt his love.  He
trembled and slumped in the chair.

"Her body is fine, nothing is broken or torn.  You were
very careful with her.  I thank you for that.  It's her
heart, I'm afraid."

Karin smiled at him a sad smile he didn't understand.

"She's lost it to you and it's breaking in two."

He still didn't understand.  She chuckled.  Sometimes
men were so stupid!

"Ben, she is in love with you!"

Light dawned in his eyes as her meaning finally sunk
in.  She felt the same way he did!  He lost all reason,
jumped up and started to run across the room.  He had
to go to her, to see her, to soothe her aches and
pains, to ease her aching heart.

He started up the stairs.

"FREEZE!"

The command was followed by a click of a hammer being
pulled back.  His policeman's training overrode his
genitals, and he froze.

"I can't allow you to see her."

He turned to her slowly.  "But we love each other..."

"I'm sorry, Ben.  I truly am."  She lowered the gun and
moved it out of sight, as if it was never there.  She
continued.  "I know how you both feel, more than you'll
ever know.  It must be her decision to reveal herself
to you.  She has a tremendous amount at stake, more
than you do, believe me.  If you try to find out who
she is, you will never see her again.  You could ruin
her life, in many ways.

"Please, accept what you do have now, for now.  The
time you have and will still have in the future.  Do
not throw that away.  Later, well, later will take care
of itself.  Don't fuck this up."  That last was said
with a tinge of an iron threat.  It got through to him.

He nodded.  Tears blurred his eyes as he made his way
to the front door and out to his car.  He sat there for
a long time until he could control his weeping enough
to drive safely.

Karin watched until his car pulled away and went
upstairs.

"Thanks for the gun, Sandi."

"Did you need it?"

"He was half-way up the stairs before he stopped."

Karin stripped her clothes off and slid in behind her
friend/lover.  The two broken-hearted friends held each
other in their arms; each alone with her own thoughts
of a lost lover, each with a broken heart.  They soaked
away the pains of the afternoon and of a lifetime.

Chapter 14

Officer Ben Johnson's career took off like a shot after
that first `Special Assignment'.  He would have liked
to brag about what happened, but who would have
believed him?  An assignment to have kinky sex with a
beautiful woman - well, he hoped she was beautiful,
anyway.  With a body like that, who cared, really!
Besides, he had given his word not to say anything or
pursue the relationship outside of work.

His lieutenant nagged him for details, his insistent
requests falling just short of a direct order.  A
discrete call from the Police HQ told him it was a
security matter and to leave it be.  The caller did not
identify herself, only that she was a `friend,' - the
lieutenant wondered which secretary had the `hoots' for
him - and that she did not want to see the lieutenant
get hurt, just by being too curious.  The message got
through, but the lieutenant was pissed.

He immediately confronted Ben, and accused him of
taking a `family' matter up the chain of command.
After Ben was finally able to convince him that he had
not informed the Commissioner's office of the
persistent inquiries, it dawned on the senior officer
that his stationhouse might be bugged or, worse, under
investigation by Internal Affairs.

He had his office, the squad room, the locker room, and
the cafeteria swept for electronic listening devices,
anywhere he could remember talking to Ben about
anything.  When the sweep revealed 15 listening
devices, some as much as 10 years old, the lieutenant
shit lava.  He had the entire building and every squad
car scoured for bugs.  He was astounded at the
incredible number of devices found.  Suddenly, the
matter of Ben Johnson and his dealings with the
Commissioner's office became a minor issue.  He had
major problems in his precinct, and, in all
probability, those problems infected the entire force.

Ben was transferred soon after the bugs were found.  In
a way, his lieutenant was sorry to see him go.  He felt
Ben had the makings of a fine policeman, but given
where he was transferred to, it was obvious someone
else had noticed Ben as well.  Or Ben had kissed a very
big political ass.  He hadn't thought Ben was that
type.  To be honest, he was kind of busy.

Ben's first assignment took him to HQ, where he was in
charge of guarding a stack of old records.  With
nothing else to do, he read through the files,
organizing them as he went along.  One day in the
lunchroom, he overheard a couple of secretaries.  They
were talking about a critical file that had gone
missing.  The press was trying to make it out a some
kind of cover-up, and her boss was catching Hell for
it.  So, by extension, was she.  Ben recognized the
name of the file as one that he had.  Ben inquired of
the proper way to transfer files between departments,
and sent the critical file to the secretary who needed
it.

His actions came to the attention of the Commissioner.
At his strong urging, Ben requested, and received a
posting from dead-file guard duty to the office of the
Special Investigator in the Commissioner's office.  He
would be reporting to the Special Investigator herself,
Captain Sandra Billings.  Having heard of her
reputation as an `Ice Princess,' a `ball-buster,' and
that she was a flaming kebobs, Ben was not altogether
thrilled at the prospects of working with the wonder
woman herself.  Rumor had it that her previous
assistants - all three of them - had not gone on to
bigger and better postings after their time in her
office.  One had resigned, one had been demoted, and
the other was serving time.  But it was better than
guarding boxes of old files.  Or, so he hoped.

Cap. Billings, or Sandi, as she had him call her, was
neither overly friendly nor was she a cold bitch when
they finally met for his interview.  She was all
business, and that business was a clean police force.
She told Ben straight out that she had been
investigating him herself.  She told him she didn't
give a shit about his politics, his religion or his
sexual preferences - she paused here to let him know
she knew exactly what those preferences were - , as
long as he kept them out of the office and they didn't
interfere with his duties.

Ben asked her directly about his three predecessors.
She told him.  The one who retired had been 65 years
old.  She still volunteered her services in her office.
That was who would be training Ben.  The other two had
been indicted for taking bribes.  The one who had been
demoted was simply more clever than the one doing time.
She told him straight out that she was confident that
both would be behind bars eventually.  It was rare for
a skunk to change its after shave.

Ben assumed her brusque manner was a result of her zeal
to have the cleanest police force possible.  His new
boss took each infraction of the law by an on-duty
officer as a personal defeat.  Her ardent manner was
infectious and soon he was viewing her in an admiring
light.  She became his hero, or heroine, to be exact.
He never noticed the slight tremor in her hands, or the
tiny gasps she made when they bumped elbows or knees.
He didn't see the lust in her eyes as she covertly
watched him as they went about their duties.

It took all of Sandi's self-control not to tell him,
not to drop a hint about who she was, what he meant to
her, or anything related to bondage or pain.  As time
passed, it became slightly easier to be with him.  They
settled into their roles as colleagues, boss and
employee.  As they became more comfortable with one
another, both of them loosened up a bit about their
personal lives.  It was only natural.  They saw each
other on a daily basis; often spending extended time
together in tense situations on stakeouts.  Ben took
her opening up as a sign he had passed her
investigation of him.  He was relieved that she trusted
him enough to share with him some of the details of her
life.  They often needed to rely on each other for
backup, so it was only natural that their relationship
gradually evolved into one of partners.

The Special Assignments continued during this period
and they posed a problem for Ben.  The arrangements
didn't come from the Commissioner's office any more.
The other woman, Karin, arranged the following visit
each time before he left the mansion.  To Ben, that
meant they were no longer police business and that he
didn't need to report these activities to his lovely
boss.  The fact that they had been initiated from there
bothered him tremendously, however.

He had tried to tell the captain about them right up
front, but she had seemed unusually uncomfortable about
discussing them, especially when he told her it related
to sex.  She told him as long as it was consensual and
drug-free, she didn't feel it was necessary to go in to
it in any detail.  What he did on his own time was his
business.  But, she said, it did explain his occasional
visits to that fancy mansion.  She told him the
address.  He was shaken that she knew the specific
house, but glad she was not going to stop him from his
visits with his Lady X.  He thought he probably would
have resigned the force first.

At first, while he was still at the precinct, the
visits with Lady X were scheduled about every two to
three weeks, sometimes during the week, sometimes on
weekends.  The visits were always on his scheduled day
off, which didn't surprise him, somehow.  When he was
transferred to HQ, they settled down to about once a
month, always on a weekend.  HQ did have its
privileges, one of which was a regular schedule.

Ben hadn't looked at another woman since that first
session.  Although obtaining sexual release only once a
month built up a lot of sexual tension in the young
man, he remained fully committed to his mystery lover.
When he realized this several months later, he was
shocked.  He hadn't been this faithful to anyone, ever.
And it wasn't difficult.  He had no interest in anyone
but Lady X.

Not even the close proximity to the best looking woman
in the department piqued his interest.  Make that
`women'.  Hell, the whole fucking department could have
been models, nude or otherwise, had they wanted.
Fucking gorgeous.  Captain Billings reputation for
fairness attracted nearly every female employee in the
force and many from out of state.  She only hired the
best.  The best workers, the best built and the best
looking.  She staffed it with very attractive young
females, mostly single, but that was incidental to
their skill and ability to do their jobs.

Ben was the only male on her staff, a token of sorts.
He thought it ironic and it gave him a new perspective
and appreciation for the lone females isolated out in
the various precincts.  Sandi took pains to quietly
observe him with the other staff members in the office.
Ben treated each with respect and deference, never
responding to their blatant invitations to dinner, a
quickie, or other office shenanigans.

Most, if not all, of the female staff had crushes on
the handsome young officer.  He could have had any of
them he wanted, whether they were married or not,
anytime he wanted.  After several uncomfortable -for
Ben, anyway - incidents, the Captain had a `come to
Jesus' meeting with the ladies in the office.  She
informed them that if they could not behave
appropriately and with decorum while in the office,
they could request an immediate transfer, no questions
asked.  No one asked.  Ben may have been nice, but they
all knew they would never find another job like they
had.  Besides, as the Captain had said, the building
was full of pricks, both literally and figuratively.

Sandi wasn't jealous of the women; in fact, she
intentionally placed Ben in harm's way, when it came to
beautiful women.  She tried to tell herself she
wouldn't have minded if he had taken advantage of the
occasional situation.  It would have made it easier, in
a way.

But he didn't, and as time went by, he persisted in
maintaining his devotion to his mysterious girlfriend.
Sandi was impressed by the strength of his resolve.  It
touched her deeply, and one day she realized she had
fallen completely in love with him.  It shook her that
she would be susceptible to something as normal as
`love.'  It didn't stop her from taking advantage of
the situation, however, and making it as hard for him
as she could.  She knew his schedule, after all.

Ben himself was amazed at the depth of his commitment.
Before Lady X, he would have fucked his way through the
staff in week, or less, then gone back for seconds.
Even when he had been engaged it hadn't stopped him
from the occasional dalliance.  Lady X had changed his
life.

She would test Ben, usually in that long week just
prior to his visit with Lady X.  That week he would be
assigned to work closely with one of the most
infatuated of her attractive staff, usually in an
isolated location, like a motel room.  She found
herself hoping he would hold out against the temptation
to fuck the other woman.  He never disappointed her.
She could tell from the fire in his eyes when he walked
in the door that his level of sexual frustration was
heightened.  He was ready to fuck a knotty pine.  She
especially liked it that he would take his frustrations
out on her during their session.


One day, about two days after one of his Special
Assignments, Sandi began to ask him about his
girlfriend.  Ben had been contentedly quiet - she
called him `smug' - the last day or so.  She teasingly
accused him of finally getting laid, and asked him when
she was going to get to meet the mystery woman.  Sandi
was so sore from his ardent attentions, she could
barely sit down on her bruised ass.  Ben blushed a deep
shade of red, and fumbled a reply.  She thought about
keeping after him, but a telephone call interrupted
them.

As the months went by, Ben remained evasive about his
girl friend.  Sandi teased him incessantly now.
Whenever he came to work relaxed, she would say he must
have gotten some the night before.  She was remarkably
perceptive, he thought, but never connected the dots.
Sandi's aggressiveness was a defense.  She was glowing
as well, as most of the female staff noted, but while
he was back peddling, he didn't notice.  She wheedled,
cajoled, and teased him whenever they were alone, but
he wouldn't tell her about his girlfriend.  None of the
other staff ever admitted it if they had figured it out
or not, but the odds of both of them getting some at
the same exact irregular intervals without doing each
other was astronomically high.  They could figure out
Ben, though.  It was as if he didn't know he was
screwing the boss.

Ben still met with her at the Saunders' mansion, always
with the beautiful Mrs. Saunders as the hostess.  Each
time, his lover appeared in her hood, hidden and
soundless.  He had never once heard her voice.  She,
however, had grown addicted to his voice.

Ben had begun focusing on one body part of Lady X per
session, the part chosen seemingly at random.  He would
heat that area of flesh with his open hand, a whip or a
paddle until it would sizzle, then keep it that way
until she would tense up and cream her slit with even a
slight caress on the tormented area.  Her cunt watered
when she thought about what her breasts would feel like
when he had finished with them.  She would probably
have to take some time off, if he ever focused on them.
She hoped he would, and soon.

At the end of the sessions, when he had sated his
frustrations on her tender flesh, when he had pounded
his hard throbbing meat into her sopping cunt, when he
had satisfied his every sexual whim on her defenseless
willing body, he would pick her up and hold her like a
little girl, cradling her to his chest.  It was then he
would talk to her, rocking softly as he did.

All he could see were the expressive deep blue eyes of
his Lady X.  He loved talking to those eyes.  He told
them everything.  He told them of his love for her, of
his hopes and dreams.  He told her about herself, his
boss, and how she teased him about his mystery
girlfriend.  He told her how much he admired Captain
Billings' mind and her desire and ability to do her
job.  He told her about the salacious offers from the
female staff and his honest reaction to them.

Sandi watched his face as he talked, feeling his words
as well as hearing them.  She lay with her ear against
his chest and heard the rumbling of his voice crashing
through his lungs.  She had long ago decided that if
this was all she could ever have of her lover, that
this was enough.  It was more than Karin had.  Her
tears had ceased to continually fill her eyes when he
was there.  They only wept in the darkness of the
lonely nights between visits.

Ben would gaze into those eyes and could see her love
for him.  Over time, they developed a simple code so he
could ask her questions.  They started with a simple
`yes/no' and evolved it from there.  It was crude
communication, but to them it was poetry.

It became obvious to Lady X that Ben was in awe of his
Captain, for many positive reasons, but not for her
beauty.  He was aware of how beautiful she was, yes,
but she was a little miffed that he wasn't attracted to
her.  She shared those feelings with Karin, who
actually fell out of her chair, laughing.  The big
tough police lady was jealous of herself!  When Sandi
looked at it from that perspective, she had to laugh,
too.

Once, Karin had asked Ben if he would consider a one-
time change in the routine.  She told him that Lady X
had a special request.  She did not wish to be beaten
that day, although she would gladly submit if that were
his desire.  Lady X craved to taste him, just once, and
she wished to service him today with her mouth and her
body.  The catch was that Ben had to agree to be bound,
blindfolded and to use earplugs.  Ben squirmed.  He was
clearly uncomfortable with the idea of being bound.  He
had tried before and had found he couldn't deal with
the restriction or the darkness.  He had freaked out.
He was still terrified of the darkness.

Karen listened to his excuses.  She explained to him
how important this was to Lady X.  Also, there would be
no pain.  Lady X sensed his terror, but begged him to
trust her.  He dragged his feet until Karin promised to
remain in the room with them, ready to cut him out of
his restraints at the first sign of distress.

Ben reluctantly agreed.  He was taken upstairs to a
feminine bedroom.  He stripped naked, lay on the bed
and was then blindfolded.  A pair of high quality
headphones was placed over his head to muffle any
outside noise.  Karin's voice came through the headset,
calming and assuring him of his safety.  The sounds of
one of the whipping sessions between Karin and Sandi
played in the background, then became his sole focus.
The two women had recorded it especially for this
occasion.  Karin had been particularly vocal, as Sandi,
who herself was gagged to prevent him from hearing her
voice, had beaten her.  It was one of the most erotic
sounds he had ever heard.  He knew it was Karin's voice
he heard, but he wanted so much for it to be Lady X's
voice, that that is what it became.

His hands were cuffed over his head in as comfortable a
position as possible and the session began.  He was
caressed, massaged, stoked and tickled.  He swore he
felt tears fall as his lover's soft, silky hair trailed
over his facial features.  They kissed for the first
time.  It was long and passionate.

He declared to his unseen partner that he loved her.
He begged her to let him see her.  Each successive
announcement of his love brought a desperate hug or an
acknowledging squeeze from her, until he finally
realized that he was causing her pain.  His sobs of
heartfelt apology hurt her even more.  She finally
silenced him by taking his breath away.

Lady X knelt between his open thighs.  She had cradled
his sac and prick in her initial caresses, but now she
focused on these alone.  Light touches of her sharp
fingernails dragged down his shaft, sending the
hardened muscle into overdrive.  He felt enormous, as
she had to use both hands to circle the base of his
cock.  He stopped breathing as her sharp nails toyed
with his scrotum.  His life and his bloated balls were
literally in her strong hands.  He never realized how
strong her hands were before.  Or how sharp her nails
were.  She toyed with him, with his emotions, with his
fear.  Her gentle squeezes became more firm, but never
uncomfortable.  She squeezed just hard enough to infuse
his system with a jolt of adrenaline.

He felt her shift on the bed.  Her hard nipples grazed
the insides of his thighs.  He could feel her full
breasts molding around his hard muscles as she leaned
forward.  He waited.  He waited.  He waited longer.  He
bucked up his hips in frustration, but stopped as her
hands had a firm grip on his nuts that tightened when
he tried to enter her mouth.  She was so close to his
prick, he knew it.  He could feel the hot moist breath
coming from her ova led lips as she hovered over it.
He whined, he begged.  He promised her anything,
everything, and still she withheld his pleasure.  He
screamed, then cried, frustrated beyond caring that he
was bound.

With a sigh, he gave up his struggling.  He resigned
his pleasure to her, to let her guide him this time.
He would no longer dictate what her gift would be.  He
would accept her gift to him, whatever it was.  It was
a momentous surrender for him, one she could never have
hoped for.

Her mouth on his prick was glorious.  She swallowed his
entire length in one smooth downward swallow.  She let
it sit there, tightly encased in a warm sucking tube.
She felt him swelling in her throat, the familiar sign
of his impending cum.  He tried to warn her, but she
stayed where she was.  When he exploded in her mouth
and throat, he shot so hard, he was sure he had passed
a nut.

Sandi held him with her hands and mouth, urging every
last drop from him.  When she needed breath, she lifted
off slightly and bobbed her head up and down.  He
stayed hard for her, allowing her to take her own
sensual enjoyment from his persistent erection.

Moving around, she straddled his head with her thighs
and lowered her pussy to his lips.  He knew how to do
this, and attacked her voraciously.  She controlled his
appetite with her firm grip on his balls until he
slowed and found her rhythm.  It was a novel experience
for him to let a woman lead, and he lost focus several
times, only to be firmly taken in hand, literally.  She
had her own reasons for her slow paced fucking.  She
didn't want to wear him out.  They brought each other
to mutual satisfaction in a long, lazy session that
left both of them primed for more.

Still in a feverish state, Sandi lay beside her blinded
lover.  Her fingers traced intricate love patterns in
his chest hairs and around his nipples.  Teasingly, she
tweaked one of his nipples and saw it perk up from her
attentions.  Seeing his reaction to her slightest
touch, she flicked at both of them mercilessly,
tickling him on the pectorals.  From there she preceded
down his ribs as she tormented him, bringing violent
convulsions of laughter from him.

Eventually she straddled him, placing one knee on each
side up his hips.  Resting her hands on his chest, she
moved around until she captured the head up his cock
with the mouth of her cunt.  She slowly sank down the
length of his shaft, planting his prick firmly in her
pussy, and then rode him like a cowgirl.  Each time her
steed flagged in his ardor, she would drag her sharp
fingernails across his ribs or tweak a nipple, spurring
him on again.  He bucked mightily up into her as he
jerked out his second load of the day, raising up his
loins as if trying to unseat his beautiful rider.

He couldn't hear her squeals of delight at his efforts
or the peals of giggles and laughter at this delicious
freedom the lovely Lady X had with her lover at long
last.  He did feel the sharp bite of the nails as she
dug in to his broad chest and the squeezing of her cunt
muscles as she came with him.  It made the whole thing
seem so much more intense to him, to be without sight.
He cried out, begging her to relent, to let him see her
face.

She snuggled down into his arms and touched her gentle
fingers to his lips.  At first he didn't understand,
but with her gentle insistence he soon understood that
she did not want him to talk.  It was difficult not to
express his feelings to this woman.  Reaching down,
Sandi fondled his slippery manhood.  She heard the
catch in his breathing as she again dragged her
fingernails across the loose skin and giggled.  The
tired organ miraculously began to swell as she
continued to rake her nails across it.  She took it
lovingly into her mouth, tasting her own dried juices
on it as she sucked it to full size.

She straddled him once again, this time facing his
feet.  Firmly grabbing his cock, she bent it back until
it was pointing straight up.  Lowering herself, she
brought the tip of his prick to the entrance of her
anus.  He had never taken her there and it was driving
her crazy.  She had been completely at his mercy for
months and he had spared her ass hole any major
violation, other than his fingers or thumbs.

She pushed down harder and grunted as her tough
sphincter resisted the reverse intrusion.  A soft
plopping sound signaled the surrender of the anular
ring.  His swollen prick head spread the vanquished
tissues aside and entered the tight tunnel.  She
settled herself steadily on the rigid pole until he was
completely embedded in her ass.

She felt stuffed in the most obscene way possible.  In
a way, she was glad he had let her discover this
thrilling intrusion on her own, but a dark part of her
lusted after the feeling of being taken there by force.
Maybe after this, maybe after she had broken the ice,
so to speak, he would take her this way.  When she was
tied and helpless to resist.  At that delicious
thought, she squeezed her sphincter tightly over the
long hard cock and listened to her lover babble
incoherently.

Ben couldn't believe it when his cock began to rise the
third time.  Twice was his limit.  Always had been till
now, anyway.  Then Lady X had sucked him up to full
strength and he had relaxed into the anticipation of
another wonderful blowjob.  His sigh of disappointment
was soft and inaudible.  Then the most incredible tight
moistness he had ever experienced, including a couple
of virgin pussies.

But this, this wasn't her mouth or her pussy.  It had
to be her ass! He had dreamed of that wrinkled orifice
since Karin had mentioned it the first day, but he had
always hesitated.  One of his first girlfriends had
bled terribly when he had attempted to enter her ass,
and he had never tried again.  He thought he was too
big.

Now she was doing it herself!  Easily!  It fit and it
was glorious.  He tentatively bucked his hips up into
those spongy cheeks.  They drove themselves down in
response, desiring his prick in her ass.

The babbling she heard was his attempt to tell her all
of this at the same time.  It came out as a blurb and
she giggled.

They settled into a steady fucking that let them both
build to their greatest climax of the session.  Sweat
dripped from her nipples and down her sides as she
labored toward their peak of mutual fulfillment.  When
it came, it sneaked up on both of them.  Sandi was
suddenly shaking violently on his spurting rod,
shouting obscenities she didn't know she knew.  It felt
like she was being filled with gallons of cum juice as
he emptied his load into her.

Ben felt like her ass was sucking the very life out of
him.  The third time was a charm for him and he blew
his load into her rectum with all the force of a
hurricane.  He actually lost consciousness as the last
of the spasms wracked his valiant rod.  He was still
out cold as his prick pulled out of her stretched anus
and plopped tiredly on his patch of pubic hair.

Sandi lay contentedly beside her lover and drifted off
to a light sleep.  As they slept, Karin cleaned off his
shit-fouled prick with a warm towel. This had been
arranged with Sandi before hand.  He never noticed the
intrusion.

Ben woke several hours later to the sensation of a hot,
sucking mouth on his prick.  As he began babbling
incoherently from the pain of his fourth erection, Lady
X lifted her head off his cock and engulfed him in her
scalding cunt.  She used all of her numerous tricks,
talents and skills to bring him to his phenomenal
fourth and final climax of the session.

Sore, sweaty and greedy, she nudged at his flaccid
prick, begging for just one more ride.  When he
wouldn't respond any more, she let him rest.  She
stretched out beside him, holding his exhausted body in
her arms.  In the silence, she remembered how he would
talk to her after a hard session when he held her in
his arms.

Smiling, she began to speak to him for the first time
as his lover.  This time, she poured out her heart to
him.  He could feel the vibrations of her voice as she
placed her head on his chest.  She could feel his
strong heart beating, and that reassured her.  She knew
it was silly, but she felt that his very body responded
to her words.

When she had started speaking, Karin made sure the
headset was firmly in place over his ears and that the
audiotape was still playing.  Ben didn't hear Sandi
tell him who she was.  He didn't hear how she had
arranged for his transfer, and how she had tempted him
with all those women.  He didn't hear her say how proud
she was of him, not only of his commitment to her, but
of his integrity and decency.  He didn't hear the cries
of anguish and frustration as she told him how much she
loved him and that she would love him forever.  He
didn't hear her when she fell silent, spent, sated,
satisfied.  All he felt was the hot tears that flowed
from both of them, mingling and pooling on his muscular
chest.

He did feel her mouth as she cleaned his lifeless prick
with her tongue.  He didn't hear her tell him that she
agreed with him:  They did taste good together.

Chapter 15

It was several months later that Sandi asked Karin to
do a special session with her.  They didn't do these
special sessions often.  They tended to last a long
time, and both were drained emotionally, sexually and
physically at the end of one of them.  By tacit
agreement, they didn't happen often.  And that helped
keep that special flavor to them.

Sandi didn't give a reason for why she thought now
would be a good time for a special session, but hinted
she had a surprise.  Karin wasn't really in the mood,
but her friend was persuasive.  Since the instigator
was the `top' in these sessions, Karin knew that all
she had to do was show up, at least initially.  And it
had been a long time..

Sandi had acquired a new restraint system for this
session.  The shrouded shapeless pile of equipment got
several covert glances from Karin as Sandi slowly and
teasingly prepared her for the session.  She
deliberated over each item of clothing she stripped
from the passive Karin, stroking and petting each new
area of exposed skin as she did, slowly bringing the
pot to boil.

Karin was now in the mood, i.e. horny and naked.  Sandi
moved her to the center of the large basement dungeon.
She had pushed the bondage frame that was usually in
the center up against the wall.  First she placed a
thick leather belt around Karin's calves, binding them
tightly together.  When it was securely in place, there
were two small wide cuffs on each side on the outsides
of her calves.

With a teasing look directly into her eyes, Sandi put
her hands on her friend's shoulders and urged her to
her knees.  She then pushed backwards on her shoulders
until Karin toppled back.  Sandi caught her and broke
her fall.  She laid her gently on her back, her legs
bent back under her.

Taking one wrist, Sandi pulled it down past the cuff on
the calf belt until she could fasten the cuff tightly
around her upper arm.  Repeating that binding with the
other arm left Karin arched in a painful bow on the
floor, resting on her knees, shins, shoulders, and the
back of her neck.  Two additional straps fastened
Karin's ankles to her upper arms right next to her
armpits.  A short spreader bar between her knees kept
her knees spread apart, exposing her cunt to the open
air.  Metal fasteners from the D-rings in the straps
were secured to rings set into the floor.  That ensured
she wouldn't tip over.  Sandi looked the captive woman
over carefully, until she was satisfied.  Grinning at
her friend with a mischievous, evil smile, they both
knew Karin wasn't going anywhere.

Sandi stuffed a cushion under her shoulders, relieving
some of the strain on Karin's neck.

"That better?"

"Yes."  Karin was beginning to feel the tremors of
anticipation.  She was terribly exposed in this
position, the skin of her belly stretched tight.

Sandi went over to the wall and selected a long buggy
whip from the wall.  It was one of the cruelest whips
imaginable, especially when used on human flesh.  The
two women had it gotten for decoration only, not to
use.  It's visual impact was enough.

Sandi liked the sound it made as it swished and cracked
and snapped in the air.  For what she wanted tonight,
sound was all she needed.  At first, anyway.  She
looped the wrist strap around her wrist and pulled it
tight.  She didn't want any accidents with this weapon.

SNAP.  Sandi let the long flexible whip crack just
above Karin's exposed stomach, then settle softly on
the untouched skin.  The sensation was almost the same
as a hard slash.  Adrenaline coursed through both
women's systems.

"I had my Annual Performance Review today," Sandi
started out casually.

"Oh, really?  How was it?"  Karin thought it was
strange to talk about something they would normally
discuss over a glass of wine, but what the hell, she
wasn't going anywhere.  Actually, Karin now realized it
was odd that she wasn't gagged.  Normally there was no
talking.  They didn't need verbal abuse to get excited.

Sandi was silent for a moment.  When she did speak, it
was with the quiet intensity of a person who was
extremely angry.  It was all an act, but she had had
plenty of practice in her job.  Good Cop, Bad Cop and
all.  "How dare you play with my career like a snot-
nosed high school girl?"  The whip snapped several
times around the bound woman in emphasis.

Karin's blood froze.  She had discovered her meddling.

"OH, SANDI," she wailed.  "I'm sorry.  I just wanted to
help..."

"So I couldn't do it by myself?  Is that what you
thought?  You little BITCH!"

"NO, NO, NO.  I just wanted you to be happy.  I did it
for you."

All this time, Sandi had been striding back and forth
just inside Karin's field of vision.  She brought the
whip down several times on the floor, each time with a
loud slap.  She watched Karin's taut body tense with
each slap.  She was just getting ready to let Karin in
on the joke and that she had known from the beginning
that Karin was meddling, when she tripped.  Her high
heel caught on something and she started to fall.

Forgetting about the whip, she put out her hand to
catch herself.  She didn't want to land on Karin while
she was tied so rigidly.  The additional weight could
injure her neck, possibly seriously.  The wrist strap
kept the whip in her hand as she caught herself, and
the heavy shaft of the whip came down with great force
across the soft tender skin of Karin's lower stomach.

Sandi didn't understand the scream she heard until she
saw the blood oozing from the cut the whip had made.

"Oh Karin, Honey, I'm sorry.  It was an accident."

Karin turned her head away from the woman and closed
her eyes, steeling herself for another blow.  She
flinched at the very touch of Sandi's fingers.  Sandi
fumbled with the buckles and straps not being able to
get them off of Karin fast enough.  She got her to her
feet and helped Karin into the bathroom they had
installed in the cellar.  There, she treated the cut
with alcohol and a soft compress.  She helped Karin
upstairs to her bed and laid her down.

Karin said nothing the whole time.  She wouldn't even
look at Sandi.

Karin felt betrayed.  Her friend, her lover, had struck
her in anger.  She had tricked her and savagely beat
her.  She didn't trust her anymore.  She had lost
another lover and she was all-alone again.  She
withdrew into herself and wept invisible tears.

Sandi was devastated as well.  She knew she was a good
actress and that Karin hadn't known she was joking with
her.  She saw the empty look in Karin's eyes and it
pierced her to her heart.  She sat by Karin's bed all
night watching the tortured sleep of her forlorn
friend.  She stayed by her bed all the next day and the
next night, as well.  Karin didn't move or speak.
Sandi changed the dressings on the cut and made sure
there would be no infection.

The second day, Karin spoke to her in a dull lifeless
voice.  "I'll be OK.  You need some sleep."

Sandi burst out crying.  She had held off until now,
but now the flood started and she wailed and begged for
forgiveness.

Karin felt a twinge of sadness for her friend.  She
realized now it had been an accident, but it shouldn't
even have happened.  The aggressor had to be in
control.  She couldn't completely trust Sandi anymore,
not in that special way.  She would miss that.

Karin reached out a hand for Sandi's hand.  "It's OK.
I forgive you, Sandi.  But . never again."

Those words thrilled Sandi and cut her to the quick at
the same time.  She bent down and kissed Karin's hand.
"I got promoted.  To Captain.  It's about five years
early.  The Commissioner said that I am in line to be
the first female Commissioner in the city's history."
She pulled a small box from her blouse pocket.  "I'm
sorry I spoiled the surprise.  It was supposed to be a
surprise for you for all your help.  I couldn't have
done it without you.  You have to know that."

"I didn't know you felt that way," Karin replied.  She
took the offered gift.  "Thank you."  She paused.  "How
did you find out I helped get you the job?"

Sandi paused.  "I'm a cop, Karin.  Our careers are
fixed in stone from the day we leave the Academy,
unless we screw up or solve the Mother of all crimes.
I had done neither.  Therefore, someone had to have
helped me.  You're the only one who cared enough to
help."

"Oh."  She thought a minute.  "Why didn't you say
something?"

"You were having too much fun enjoying your little
secret.  I didn't want to spoil it for you."  Tears
welled up in Sandi's eyes.  "I'm sorry I spoiled it for
you now."

Karin reached up and pulled her tired friend into the
bed with her.  Sandi snuggled into her side and cried
herself to sleep.  Karin stroked her hair and pondered
the loss of the innocence between them.  She wondered
if they would ever get it back or if it was something
that, once lost, was gone forever.

Sandi never raised the subject of restraint or pain
again, although she was surprised when Karin continued
to hostess the Special Assignments with her and Ben
with as much care and attention as before.  She
realized the depth of the love Karin had for her and
the pain she must have caused her.

The gift box sat unopened on her dressing table for a
long time.  Sandi and Karin continued to share each
other's beds regularly, but now they were separate
people looking for different things.

The small box caught Karin's attention one afternoon
while Sandi was out.  She picked it up and turned it
over in her hand.  There was a slight rattle inside.
She opened it up and saw a beautiful diamond name plate
on a necklace.  On one side was the word 'Karin' and on
the other 'Sam.'  It must have cost several thousand
dollars with all the diamonds on it.  She was touched.

She picked it up and tried it on.  To her surprise, it
didn't even go half way around her neck.  Maybe it was
supposed to be a bracelet.  Nope.  Too big.  Karin was
stumped.  She looked at the ends closer and saw they
both had sliding latches.

It hit her suddenly and she giggled.  She pulled up her
top and hooked one latch to the gold ring on her right
nipple.  She pulled the chain over to attach it to the
other ring.  It didn't quite reach and she had to pull
both nipples in towards the middle.  The latch slid
securely closed over the second ring.  Her tits looked
a little cross-eyed in the mirror, but the effect on
her nipples was incredible.  It was like an electric
shock with every move, each breath.  She gave a little
bounce and experienced a mild climax.

Pulling her top down over her cross-eyed tits, she
waited impatiently until Sandi got home.  A happier
Karin rushed to Sandi's arms and kissed her when she
came in the door.

"Well, 'Hi Honey I'm home' to you, too, lover," she
laughed.

"It's beautiful.  The chain.  Thank you."

"You like it?"

"Yes."

"Does it...?"

"Ooooohhhhh yyyeeesss!"

Sandi was silent.  "I want some rings, too."

Now Karin was silent.  "Sam.  Sam can't help.  Maybe
Ben?"

"Ben?  You won't."  She stopped at the look of pain in
her friends eyes.

"I could help him, show him how...?"

"Do you think I should?"

"If you want it."

Sandi nodded.  It was settled.

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The next Special Assignment was not only hosted by
Karin but directed by her, too.  Sandi was already
strung up in the dungeon when Ben arrived.  Her tits
were to be the focus of this session and they were
prominently on display, forced out and up by a special
corset with high half cups underneath her breasts.

Ben came in and whistled.  He turned, expecting Karin
to leave, but she didn't leave.  Instead she handed him
a sturdy whip.

"Her tits only, today."

He nodded silently and complied.  Her tits were a rosy
hue when he was done with the whip.

Karin handed him another, stiffer whip.  He looked at
her questioningly.  She nodded curtly for him to
proceed.

Again he complied.  With vigor.  If this was what his
love wanted, he would do it.

A third whip turned her breasts into two inflamed
masses of tissue.  He turned to Karin.  She handed him
something else, which he mistook as another whip.

"No.  No more.  I won't do it.  And I won't let you,
either."  He made a move to protect Sandi.

"It's not a whip, Ben.  She wants you to put your mark
on her.  Like my love did to me."
Karin brushed her blouse aside and exposed the tiny
gold ring.

Ben blushed at her nakedness and looked away.  It was
too personal.

He took the piercer from her hand.  His hand trembled
slightly as he hefted it, feeling its weight in his
hand.  He took a deep breath and steeled himself.
"Give me a ring."

Karin handed him one.

He walked over and held up the ring so Sandi could see.

"Lady X, my love, is this what you want?"

The hooded head nodded 'Yes.'"

Ben held the piercer up to the erect nipple closest to
him.  He didn't wait and terrorize her, but squeezed it
quickly.

The scream could be heard clearly through the gag and
the hood.  He gasped at the sounds he heard coming from
her.  He paled at her pain.  This was more than he
wanted to do.

He slipped the gold ring through the fresh hole.  He
glanced at Karin for support.  She nodded.

He repeated the procedure on the other nipple.  After
slipping the ring on her other nipple, he had to excuse
himself.  He went out into the bathroom outside and
threw up.  Karin waited patiently for him to get back.
Sandi was half-delirious and had not noticed his
absence.  Karin would never tell her.  But she thought
it was touching, if wimpy.  Sam had not vomited, she
thought proudly.

Ben slipped back in the dungeon quietly.  Karin smiled
at him and indicated the dazed Lady X.  He nodded his
thanks.

"Is that all?"

"Not quite."

"Somehow, I didn't think so."

Karin explained what else was needed.  Ben started to
bolt for the door.

"Ben!"

He turned.

"This was her idea, not mine."

He waited.

"Please, Ben.  For her."

He nodded, reluctantly.  "You better be telling me the
truth, or I swear I'll rip your tits off by those
rings."

Karin held her hands out to him in a submissive
gesture.  "I will stay by your side until you are
convinced of her happiness.  You may bind me if you
wish."  She waited, her hands held quietly in front of
her, palms together.

Ben shook his head.  He took the hot iron Karin had
prepared and placed a drop of solder, one on the split
in each ring, sealing them shut.  He was crying as he
did it.

They let down the newly ringed woman together.  Karin
applied an alcohol wipe to both wounds to prevent
infection.  Sandi lay recovering on the dungeon floor.
She looked at the two anxious faces peering down at
her.  She touched the tips of her breasts lightly.  She
felt the rings.  A shudder ran through her body.

She took Ben's hands in hers and placed them lightly
over her tits.  She emphatically nodded her head 'Yes'.

He looked at Karin, nodded and motioned for her to
leave them alone.

Before she left, she whispered to him,  "Be gentle with
them, but don't ignore them, or she'll hate you.
...Good luck, lover boy."

Chapter 16

Sandi's new promotion vaulted her into the city's
social stratosphere.  She hobnobbed with rich and
famous people on a regular basis now.  Her date/escort
on these occasions was the young handsome Officer Ben
Johnson, much to his embarrassment.  The evening gowns
and dresses his boss wore on these occasions showed way
too much of her voluptuous body for him not to notice
her beautiful figure.  He confessed his troublesome
thoughts to his silent love, Lady X.  He told her that
he was beginning to have lusting thoughts for his boss.

He didn't notice the correlation, but after each
confession, the clothing his boss wore was even more
revealing.  The constant swirl of parties and dances
was a complete nightmare for him.  But in the end, it
was his salvation.

It was the annual masquerade ball, a huge charity
event, that was the downfall of Lady X.

Sandi had arrived early, Ben later.  He insisted that
he only needed to escort her, not be her
transportation, as a real date would be.  It also
limited the amount of time he was alone with her, and
he was to the point of not being able to control
himself.  Sandi thought it was sweet that he wanted to
be true to his Lady X.  But what she really wanted was
for him to ravish her, and she had never failed yet.

When Ben entered the gala event, he dutifully scanned
the crowded floor for his boss.  Suddenly, his heart
stopped.  She was here.  His Lady X.  He would know
that body anywhere.  All thoughts of finding his boss
were gone.  He walk on air over to her.  She was
talking with some people when he walk up.

She saw him and turned.  "Why, here's Ben now.  Ben,
you forgot your mask!"  She smiled up at him with her
eyes, those eyes he had gazed into so often behind her
leather hood.

Dumbfounded, he mechanically slipped his mask to his
face.  His boss was Lady X.  He was positive, no
mistake.  But why?..how?  Ben had always thought fast
on his feet.  He decided, in an instant, to go on the
offensive.

He offered her an elegant bow.  "Why, madam, I don't
think I have the pleasure of your acquaintance.  Would
you, by chance, be the mysterious Lady X?"

The on-lookers laughed appreciatively at his wit,
although they didn't know how deep the shock had hit
Captain Billings.

She nodded numbly.

"Then lovely Lady X, may I have the pleasure of this
dance?"

Not giving her a chance to respond - and per chance to
refuse - he grasped her hand firmly and pulled/dragged
her to the dance floor.  She didn't refuse, nor did she
respond.  She was stunned.

Suddenly Sandi realized what it was.  The mask!  Of
course, the mask!  She sagged in defeat.  Her career
was over.  She would loose it all.  All her planning,
all her sessions with Ben, all her love.  Lost!

She staggered.  Ben, the gallant partner, caught her
gracefully under the arms and swept her to him in an
extravagant maneuver, still playing to the crowd.  They
were still watching, always watching, smiling at the
two lovers.

That everyone knew they were lovers was common
knowledge.  That everyone was wrong, but, in a way,
right, was irrelevant.  Everyone was still watching.

"Come on, Cap'n, work with me!" he whispered.  His use
of her title snapped her to her senses.  She looked up
at him and gave him a weak smile.  She did an elegant
spin at his command, and re-entered his open arms.

"It was the mask," she stated.

"Uh-huh," he said.

"What are we going to do?"

"We?  I don't know about you, but I'm going to enjoy
this dance with my Captain, my partner, and wait
impatiently for my next Special Assignment.  What are
you going to do?"

"Oh, Ben.  Ben.  Ben.  I love you so.  I.."

"Sssshhhh.  Not here.  Don't blow it now, ma'am."

She clung to him, grabbing desperately at the lifeline
she had thrown him.  The first dance moved into the
second and then a third.  They danced all night, and
never noticed the approving, and envious, glances of
the crowd.

That night Ben slept with his real love for the first
time.  They made normal, passionate love.  Karin heard
the noise in the next room and froze when she heard the
screams of BEN, BEN, BEN.  She waited for the angry
yelling, but none came.  An awful feeling came over
her.

She peeked through the crack of the door and saw her
friend riding high in the saddle, sliding up and down
on Ben's solid prick.  She closed the door quietly and
smiled to herself.  Sandi was happy at last.  She would
work the details out later.

It was also at one of those high-class social
gatherings that Sandi heard the first whispers of the
upcoming annual President's Ball.  The mention of that
event electrified her.  If she could find the event,
she could find the elusive Sam Adams.  Her heart in her
throat, she began using all her investigative skills to
ferret out the information she needed.  She succeeded.

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Abby was sitting at her desk when she visited by a
Captain Billings from the Police Commissioner's Office.
A flash of the badge proved the identity of the caller.

"The president is out of the office until next week,
Captain Billings."

"That's OK.  I just need some information about a
person I'm trying to locate."

"Sure, anything I can do to help."

"Have you worked here long?"

"About 10 years."

"How long have you worked for the president?"

"The whole time."

Sandi looked at the young woman.  She must have gone
right to the top in a hurry.  "What can you tell me
about the President's Ball that's going on next week."

Abby paled.  No one outside of a very small group knew
about the Ball.  The policewoman's question scared her.
She stiffened visibly.  "Is this official business?"

Sandi hesitated.  "No," she confessed.  She looked
around the open office.  "Can we go somewhere and talk
privately?"

Abby pushed a button on her phone to hold her calls.
"Follow me."

She led Sandi to a quiet conference room down the hall
and closed the door behind her.  Sitting down, she
motioned for Sandi to take a seat.

Sandi continued.  "A dear friend - my best friend - met
a man at the Ball several years ago and has been
devastated since.  I would like to see if I could get
the two of them back together.  If both parties agree,
of course."

Abby grinned.  Another broken heart story.  It happened
every year.  Which was why the men used aliases.

Sandi went on.  "I'm trying to reach a man who used the
name 'Sam Adams.'  I was hoping you could get in touch
with him."

Sandi had seen Abby's reaction to the mention of Sam's
name.  Abby had reached up to touch the tip of her
nipples in a gesture similar to Karin's and her own
since she had gotten her nipple rings.  "Eureka!"
thought Sandi.

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The mention of Sam brought a twinge to Abby's pierced
nipples.  She had met Sam just over 10 years ago - at
the President's Ball.  She had agreed ahead of time to
the bondage and pain that followed, because she had
been attracted to the man and because she was young and
reckless and wanted to try it.

They had gone to the cabin in the mountains and she had
gotten her golden rings.  But there had been no spark,
no chemistry, between them and, handsome and sexy as he
was, Abby would not marry without love.  She had not
minded the pain, but had not repeated the visit to the
cabin.  He had hired her immediately because he could
trust her to tell him the truth.  She always had.

She had kept the rings, too.  At least, until she got
engaged.  She smiled to herself.  When they were dating
prior to her engagement, her husband, Eric, had been
beside himself to feel her tits and to get her into
bed.  She always said 'No'.  She didn't want him to see
the rings and have to explain them.  She would have
told him the truth and it would have killed him.

She even had to knee him in the groin once to cool him
off.  Then she had immediately dropped to her knees and
sucked him off for the first time to make up for her
kneeing him.
She giggled at the memory.  Her poor baby was so
confused at her actions.  She had continued to suck him
at every opportunity, still did, in fact, and he quit
trying to force her into bed.  He still tried, but he
respected her when she declined.  Getting a first-class
blow job as a refusal probably helped keep him
interested.

Unintentionally playing hard to get accelerated his
proposal for marriage.  When it came, she made him wait
24 hours for her answer.  That made her even more
mysterious and intriguing to him.
She had gone into her boss' office early the next
morning and closed the door.  She sat in the chair
across from his desk.  He looked up smiling, and
immediately came to sit beside her.  He was a very
sensitive man and sensed something was bothering her.

"I want to get married."

"Why, Abby, that's wonderful.  It's Eric, right?"

She nodded her head.

"What's the problem?"

"I still have the rings you gave me."

"Oh, I see.  Does Eric know?"

"He's never even seen them."

"Ah, I see better.  And how can I help?"

"I need to ask you if I may take them off."

"Abby, I'm touched.  Very touched.  But, of course you
may.  Your heart belongs to another now.  I have no
claim on you."

Abby looked up at the handsome man.  "Yes, you do.  You
always will."

He leaned over and kissed her gently.  Rising, he went
behind his desk and got a jeweler's tool to clip
delicate wires.  He held them out to her.

She shook her head.  "Would you do it?"

She opened her blouse and lifted her tits up to him.
He clipped first one ring and bent it slightly.  It
slipped easily from the hole.  He repeated the process
on the other ring.
When he finished he continued to stare at the lovely
breasts of his loyal secretary.  Bending down, he
placed a chaste kiss on the very tip of each.  Looking
up, he kissed away the tears slipping down her cheeks.

"Thank you, Abby.  I will always cherish these and the
memories they symbolize."

He placed the rings carefully in a jewelry box and put
it in his pocket.

"God, I feel naked."  She looked down at her bare tits,
unadorned with rings for the first time in several
years.

"You almost are!"

"You know what I mean!"  She giggled as she covered
herself back up.

She had told Eric 'Yes' that night and had dragged him
to bed.  He couldn't believe her change in attitude or
her enormous appetite for sex.  When he noticed her
pierced, but ringless, nipples, he went wild.
Something about them turned him on.  Every time he saw,
touched or thought about those tiny little holes, he
got very hard and fucked her hard even harder.  Even
after they had been married for a couple of years they
still turned him on.

Abby was delighted.  Eric assumed her pierced nipples
were a holdover from her wild college days and he never
asked her about them.  She never told him differently.
On their first anniversary, he brought her a small
silver heart.  For her left nipple.  A heart for her
heart

She made him solder it on himself.  The poor baby was
so scared he would hurt her, he actually did.  A
little.  The pain made it just a little more special.

That night they fucked all night.  Eric never got soft.
The next day he came home at lunch and they fucked
again.  And then again that night.  And the next lunch
and so on.  For several weeks.  After that, all she had
to do was to wear a tight top with no bra that showed
the heart poking through the fabric and Eric would
screw her silly.

The next anniversary, she got him one.  When he opened
the box and saw what it was, he paled visibly.
Swallowing, he said a weak 'Thank You' and tried to put
it down.

Abby held up a piercing tool she had borrowed and gave
him a wicked grin.

"Oh, I'm so glad you like it.  We can do it now!"

It took a half of a bottle of scotch, which she had
also thoughtfully purchased ahead of time, and much
cajoling before he bared his chest to the tool.  She
didn't waste time, but plunged it through and through
before he realized what was going on.

When he saw the blood, and finally felt the pain, he
fainted dead away.  But she was proud that he didn't
scream.  She heated the soldering iron and sealed the
heart after she had looped it through the hole.  He was
still passed out.

He found his ring as erotic as hers.  He needed only to
touch it, or brush up against something to get hard.
And then he would fuck her hard.  She loved it.

Several days later Eric came in visibly upset.  He had
been playing basketball at the gym and was on the
`skins' team.  The tiny heart had caused a near riot.
First the guys razzed him.  One guy got a fat lip when
he went a little too far and called him gay.  They all
knew Abby and all the other wives and girlfriends, too.

Finally, he had had to explain about her ring and his.
This was his commitment to his wife, as he explained
it.

Eric didn't understand why his wife started crying, but
he enjoyed what she did for him afterwards with her
mouth.  And with her pussy and her asshole later that
night.  She was a mad horny woman, suddenly.

Abby had received the first curious call a couple of
days later.  One of the guy's wives wanted to know if
it was true, did it hurt, could she see it....

Abby laughed as she remembered the calls.  Each one of
the team's wives or girlfriends had come over in turn,
looked and eventually ended up in bed with Abby.
Nothing serious, just good sex between girls.  And all
of them got pierced and came back to show her.  And
ended up in bed again.  Some came back quite a few
times.

Abby told Eric about all of them.  It excited him
almost as much as the rings did.  He told her when the
next heart showed up on the basketball court, and then
the others.  The guys just grinned at her when they saw
her now and reflexively touched their own rings.

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"Abby!"

Sandi's voice brought her back out of her trip down
memory lane.  She blushed.

"Abby, do you know who Sam is?"

She nodded that she did.

"Could you ask him if he would agree to meet Karin
Saunders?"

"KARIN!?"  Abby's eyes were wide and she paled
noticeably.

"Oh!  Do you know her?"

"I, uh, I thought she was arrested for murder and was
in prison.  That's what I told him."

"Someone else did it."

"Oh God.  Oh shit!  Damn.  I really fucked up!  He,
Sam, has been a miserable wreck since then, too.  He
hasn't dated or even flirted.  Some times I have to
check his breath with a mirror to see if he's alive.
It's like he's not here, but he is, you know?"

"I know exactly.  No spark left, listless, half a
person, yada-yada-yada.  Karin is the same way most of
the time.  She thinks Sam abandon her."

"Oh, no!  Never!  She must have been special.  Oh, Go,
I really messed up big time!  But what can I do to
help?"

Sandi and Abby grinned as they both realized at the
same time that they had all the pieces to a small, but
difficult puzzle.  They immediately put their heads
together to begin planning a special reunion for the
two forlorn lovers.  Hell itself couldn't have stopped
these two female cupids as they plotted to get their
respective friends back together.

Abby suddenly had several calls to make.

Sandi called Sally, Karin's secretary.

The plot had begun.

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Karin was lunching today with her banker to discuss
preparations for expanding to the international market
and needed to confirm the letters of credit and the
bank's support of the move.  Sally had set this meeting
up with the president of the bank himself, and Karin
was nervous.  She was still uncomfortable around lots
of money.  Even if it was hers.

She sat in the waiting room nervously tapping her foot.
She hadn't gotten around much after she started
working.  New buildings and places unsettled her.  And
Sally's attitude today!  She felt like she had been on
inspection before Sally would let her go.  She had even
asked her if she had on clean underwear!  What nerve!

The secretary buzzed the president.  "The CEO of
Saunders, Inc. to see you, sir."

"Show him in, please, Abby."

The secretary smirked at the small joke she was playing
on her boss.  She was going to love to see his face
when he saw this beautiful young woman walk into his
office instead of an old man.  "This way, please."

She led Karin down to a huge door at the end of the
hallway.  She pushed open the door and walked in,
shielding Karin from the man.  She was just getting
ready to introduce them when he froze.  Karin had
stepped into full view and his face looked like he had
seen a ghost.  He stood, the blood draining from his
face, his mouth working but no sound coming out.

She heard a small strangled cry behind her.  Karin had
seen her boss and stopped short.  She had reflexively
raised up her hand to caress the tips of her breasts.
And she had called out "Sam," except it came out
strangled.

"Oh, to be a fly on the wall right now!," Abby wished.
It didn't come true, of course.  Sensing retreat was
the best thing to do, she silently closed the door
securely and walked down the hall to her desk.  She had
a million things to do.  Add another name to the guest
list, cancel the rest of the appointments for `His
Nibs' but first she had to make that call to Jacki's
Boutique.  She dialed the stylish boutique on the first
floor of the building.

"Jacki, this is Abby in the bank.  I need something
special for the Ball tonight. ... No, not for me, once
was enough. ... Oh, she's about 6 foot tall. ...
Believe me, you'll have to send up your best stuff.
This lady will outshine anything you have in the store.
Perfect face, perfect body. ... The whole works, dress,
necklace, shoes. ... Size 7 or 8. ... I trust you,
Jacki. ... Oh, and throw in a pair of hiking boots and
pair of shorts and a top.  I have a feeling they'll be
going to the cabin. ...Yeah, first time in a year! ...
No, no underwear.  I don't think she's going to need
it. ... Well, they're in conference now, so around
6:00? ... Yeah, that kind of 'conference'. ... What?
Oh, charge it to Peter Jones.  He'll never notice."

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Karin looked down at the name plate on the desk.
"You're Peter Jones.  I never knew your name."

He paled.  "Karin." he started.

"You didn't call."

"I tried.  They said Bill, your husband, was dead -
murdered.  They said you were in prison.  I was away in
Hong Kong and my secretary tried to get in touch with
you the next day.  The last I heard was that you were
arrested for his murder.  I should have tried harder,
but I couldn't get away, get back.  I have been
miserable without you.  I didn't know K. Saunders was
you.  By the way, this is very impressive!," he said,
lifting up the sheaf of research papers on his desk.

She stood rooted to the spot.  Tears streamed down her
face.  She had found him.  But would he still want her?

"Karin, come here."

She brightened, smiling through her tears.  She walked
over to stand in front of him.  He looked down at her
as if considering something.  He leaned over to the
intercom and pushed button.  "Abby, cancel the rest of
my day."

"I already have, sir."

Peter walked over to the double doors and locked them.
He crossed back to Karin and took her in his arms.
They kissed deeply.  As they kissed she quietly
unbuttoned her blouse.  She pulled the edges back to
expose her bare breasts to his starched shirt and
tucked it in her waist band to keep it out of the way.
When she was done she threw her arms around his neck.
She hung on like a drowning person to a life ring.  She
looked up into his eyes and smiled through her tears.

"I love you, Peter Jones/ Sam Adams.  I want to be with
you."

"Karin, do you remember the night we met?  The
President's Ball?"

"Yes."

"It's tonight.  Would you like to go?  I'm the host
member this year.  Since I was gone for the last one,
they rescheduled me."

His fingers found her bare breasts and he smiled down
at her.  A shiver ran through her as he fingered the
gold rings.  He pulled gently on them, stretching her
tits as they talked.  He felt the chain connecting them
and pulled back to look at it.  He nodded his approval
as he tugged it lightly.

"Ooohhh Sssam.  With you?"

"Yes and no."

"What do you - OOOHHHHH - mean?"

"You're a CEO now.  You'll have to go as a member, not
a date."

"Oh.  OOOOHHHH  YYEESS!"

She thought about it for a while during the erotic
stimulation of her nipples.

"Can a member dance with the host?"

"It hasn't happened up until now, but there isn't a
rule against it"

She tightened her grip around his neck.  He twisted the
tips of her tits and she panted into his collar.
Business was forgotten.

"What are the rules?," she asked when she caught her
breath.

He explained them all, even the ones about the prize
for the best looking date and the percentage for the
host for all contract signed at the ball.

"Sounds pretty sexist to me."  But she had immediately
thought of Sandi.  Shit, would the rats run for cover
if she brought a cop as a date!  And there was the new
girl in Finance that had caught her eye.  She could win
a prize, with a little help.  Might be fun to get her
into the dungeon afterwards, too....

She paused to think a minute and made a decision.  "I'm
in, but the first man who calls me a lesbian for trying
to win the prize will be eating his balls for
breakfast.  Let everyone know that, OK?"

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"Any other rules?"

"No, Ma'am!"

She punched him playfully and then let her hands wander
to his stiff prick.

"Can I be naughty tonight?"

"No.  It wouldn't be appropriate as a member.  Besides,
I'd - Ooohhh, yes! -get jealous."

She giggled.

"Who shall I be?"

"How about Geraldine Ferraro?, the Democratic VP
nomination a while ago.  She made it the farthest."

" 'Gerri'.  I like it."

She was quiet, but her hands were working at breakneck
speed.

"Will 'Sam' be there?"

"Yes.  OOHH Damn, that's good!"

"Can Sam and Gerri go to the cabin?"

"As soon as the ball is over, but it's a long way up
there.  I don't know that Sam could wait."

"That's OK.  I've got a, uh, dungeon in my basement."

He pulled back to look at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Well equipped?"

"Not as well equipped as you are, but it's adequate."

"Close?"

"Five minutes."

"Then `Sam' and `Gerri' will go there first, then the
cabin."

"Will he spank her.?'

"Yes."

"Hard?"

"Yes."

"Will he tie her up?"

"Yes."

"Tight?"

"Yes."

"The way she likes?"

"Yes."

"Will he fuck her?"

"Yes, Ma'am!."

"Hard?"

"Yes."

"Long?"

"Yes."

" and often?"

"Yes.  And, before she asks any more questions, in any
orifice she wants."

In a tiny little girl voice that cried out for arms to
wrap her up she ask:

"Can Peter fuck Karin now?"

"Yes," he whispered quietly.

She sobbed her relief.  Her voice was still a whisper
in his ear.

"I haven't - How do you - What orifice do you want,
Peter?  "

"All of them."

"They're yours, dearest.  Only yours."

He grinned at her as they slid to the floor in each
other's tight embrace, oblivious to the world around
them.

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End of chapter  End of Story

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