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            It had been ten months since her husband had been murdered and the police were still unable to tell Valerie Delayhoe who had been responsible. She was not amused by their ineptitude. Determined to find the ones responsible and make them pay, she hired a private investigator. The man had been expensive and nearly died getting her the information she so dearly wanted but now she had it. She opened his final report and read it with ever-growing wonder and hatred.

            “He will pay,” she finally announced to the empty office. David’s office. Her dead husband’s office.

            She started planning as she closed the file the detective had given her. It would cost her even more but it would be worth every cent she spent to see Conner Web crawling at her feet, begging her to stop. A slow smile spread across her beautiful face, her thick, luscious lips turning upward in what appeared to be half a smile and half a snarl.

            Rising to her feet, her long auburn locks fell in waves down her back and rustled lightly against her silk suit. Her round, full hips sashayed across the room when she walked. Her 5’4” frame held her 110 pounds nicely, with curves in all the right places. Valerie was a small woman with a large attitude that glowed in her big, green eyes.

            She would spend the next five months preparing her basement for Mister Conner Web. Then, when the appropriate opportunity arose, he would be her new pet.

 

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            Conner paced the length of his living room, a storm brewing in his black eyes. He raked a hand through his thick, rich black hair, causing a lock of his bangs to fall forward onto his forehead. He absently swatted at it in irritation but it was now obstinately out of place.

            “Damn it, where the hell is that limo! If they make me late enough to miss my flight, heads will roll.”

            He jerked around at the sound of his doorbell. Striding forward in a rush he almost colliding with the maid.

            “I’ll get it, Mae,” he growled at her.

            “Yes, sir,” she whispered and disappeared into the bowels of the house.

            He jerked the door open to find a driver standing at attention.

            “Well, it’s about goddamn time.”

            “Sorry, sir. There was a problem –”

            “I don’t give a damn about your problems. My luggage is in there.” Conner pointed a suitcase and suit bag stacked neatly at the foot of a long staircase outside the living room.

            “Yes, sir.” The driver whispered and stepped past him to retrieve the luggage.

            “I’d better not be late to the airport. I have a scheduled flight I have to catch.” Conner informed the man as he followed him to the waiting stretch limo.

            “You’ll be there on time, sir,” the driver replied softly.

            The driver put Conner’s bags in the trunk of the limo then opened the door for Conner. As he climbed into the back of the limo Conner was careful not to catch his pantleg against the car door. He didn’t want his silk suit ruined by mud from the limo service. He scooted to the middle of the seat and stretched out his long legs. His 6’6” height was mostly from his long legs. It felt good to stretch out in the limo. He hated small cars.

            Conner settled in for the long ride to the airport from his estate. He passed over the cheap champagne and reached for the more expensive bottle of chilled white wine that he’d ordered. Pouring himself a glass, he kicked off his shoes and relaxed, enjoying the soft, sensual music playing in the back of the limo. He leaned his head back against the seat and sipped the wine. God, that tastes good, he thought. Closing his eyes and relaxing, he let the music seep into his soul, comforting and relaxing him as he drank his wine. By the time he had finished his first glass and was onto his second he started to feel numb and a little dizzy. He knew something was wrong he just wasn’t sure what it was. He leaned up and pressed the intercom button to buzz the driver.

            “Stttooop,” he slurred into the speaker. He fell back into the seat with a puzzled look on his handsome face. His dark eyes were glazed. What the hell? he wondered to himself.

            A few minutes later he noticed the car was still moving. He tried to lean forward again but his body refused to obey him. When he tried to yell at the driver his shout came out as a timid grunt. The wine glass he held in his right hand suddenly landed on the floorboard with a gently thump. His eyes wandered down in an attempt to focus on the glass. Instead, they slid closed and a warm darkness settled over him.

 

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            Conner slowly awoke to a strange coolness on his skin. His mind was hazy and he was confused. Cold, he thought, I’m cold. He tried to reach down to pull the blankets up around his shoulders but couldn’t move his arms. What the…? he wondered. His mind was addled, he couldn’t think straight. He fought to open his eyes and barely managed to peep through his long, thick dark lashes. Where the hell am I? He suddenly heard a low moan then realized it had escaped from his own lips.

            Slowly, his senses returned and Conner managed to open his eyes to look around and survey his surrounding. He was not amused at what he found. He seemed to be in some type of prison, his arms chained above his head. He sat, naked on a cement floor, his legs drawn out in front of him and spread, his ankles chained him in place. There was some type of collar around his neck as well. He could feel it but couldn’t see it. It held him in place against the block wall. His gaze traveled around the room and took in the various implements hanging on the walls and sitting within his sight. It looked like some kind of macabre scene from a medieval torture chamber.

            Conner had no idea how long he had been imprisoned in the cold, dank cellar-room, as he thought of it. He was cold, hungry and thirsty. And he damn well wanted to know where he was and what the hell was going on. He finally caught a hint of sound and tried to turn his head in the direction he thought he’d heard something. A small shadow seemed to loom out of the darkness toward him. As it neared he realized it was someone dressed in a tight, black catsuit complete with face mask. The person was petite, tiny even, but they carried a long black whip in one hand. He stared at this intruder defiantly.

            “Where the hell am I?” he demanded.

            The whip crashed down across his legs, drawing a scream from him. He stared up at the tiny woman. The curves he saw in the catsuit convinced him it had to be a woman.

            “Who are you?” he growled at her.

            She swung the whip again, lashing him across the chest this time.

            “What the fuck do you want?” His breath came in heavy gasps as he tried to fight the pain.

            She struck him again. He screamed and jerked. He remained silent but started up at her defiantly. Slowly, she pulled the whip back and swung forward striking him again, landing the blow across his legs again. He screamed in pain.

            He watched as she laid the whip aside on a nearby table and picked something else up. She walked slowly forward, toward him, tapping her left hand with a riding crop that she held in her right hand. When she drew near enough she used the riding crop to strike him on his inner thighs. At first the strikes were soft but then she strengthened her blows and they became progressively harder. When he finally cried out she stopped.

            She stood over him, her feet on either side of his spread legs. Squatting over him she reached out with her left hand and fondled his long, thick prick.

            “Very nice,” she whispered softly. “I knew you’d be worth my money.”

            When he opened his mouth to speak she raised the riding crop threateningly. He swallowed hard and closed his mouth.

            “And you learn quickly too.”

            She leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his as she slid her hand up his cock. He felt her hand tighten around his balls, her mouth pressing hard against his. The pressure of her fingers became unbearable around his balls, he opened his mouth to cry out and she slid her tongue inside his mouth as she released the pressure on his balls. Her fingers gently massaged his prick and balls while her tongue explored his mouth. The riding crop ran gentle circles around his nipples. Finally, she pulled away from and stood up, staring down at him.

            “You may actually be trainable,” she eventually announced. She rubbed the riding crop up and down his chest as she spoke to him. “From now on, you belong to me. I bought and paid for you. You will address me as Mistress. You will only speak when I allow you to speak. You will only eat, piss and shit when I allow you to. And you will only cum when I say you can. Do you understand so far?”

            He stared up her with defiance in his eyes, remaining silent. The riding crop smacked hard against his inner thigh dangerously close to his crotch.

            “Ow! Shit!”

            “I do not repeat myself, slave. I expect an answer when I ask you a question.”

            She stared at him for a moment the smacked him with the riding crop again on the other leg.

            “What if I don’t agree to your terms?” he asked boldly.

            She smiled. Turning from him she walked back to the table and laid the riding crop aside and picked something else up.

            “I was hoping you’d have that attitude,” she replied as she approached him.

            He watched her warily as she knelt between his legs and fastened something around his prick and balls. Then she reached up to pinch his nipples.

            “Play time,” she announced, rising to her feet. “At least, for me it is.”

            She turned around and strode back to the table. Picking up a small remote, she turned back to face him. She gave him a wicked smile and winked then pressed a button. A small shock jolted his prick causing him to jerk and grunt.

            “Isn’t this fun already?” she asked seductively.

            “For who?” he replied.

            She laughed and pressed another button. His cock and balls twinged with pain as electricity jolted through them. He jerked and tried to suppress a grunt. He gripped the chains binding his wrists to the wall. She pressed the button again and his body jerked spasmodically again.

            “Shit,” he grunted.

            “Again?” she asked.

            He stared up at her malevolently.

            “Good,” she said.

            She pressed and held the button. He felt a higher, longer shock and clenched his jaw tightly, clenching the chains holding him to wall.

            “God,” he huffed when it finally ended.

            “One more?” she asked sweetly.

            His head hung limply against his chest. He stared up at her through his lashes, unable to lift his head, refusing to answer her. She shrugged nonchalantly.

            “Okay,” she said.

            She pressed the button again, holding it down. He fought the current but couldn’t stand the pain. Finally, he lost his battle and cried out. She released her hold on the button.

            “Now,” she said with authority. “Do you understand the rules as I’ve given them so far?”

            “Yes,” he panted in a whisper.

            “Yes, what?” she demanded.

            “Yes, Mistress.”

            She dropped the remote on the table and moved to kneel between his spread legs. Gently, she removed the restraints from around his cock and balls and laid it aside. Her soft fingers tenderly caressed his prick while she stared at him.

            “Good,” she said softly, watching him breathe heavily.

As his breathing slowed she leaned forward and kissed his neck then slowly worked her way down his to his chest where she nibbled lightly on his nipples while her hands worked his cock. His breathing changed again and he grew stiff in her hands. She watched his already large prick grow enormous in her tiny hands while she kissed and nibbled on his chest and played with his cock and balls. When she felt his balls tightening she released her grip on him and moved away. His eyes snapped open and he watched in silent agony as she walked into the darkness.

 

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Conner had almost drifted off to sleep in his misery when he heard a sound and jerked completely awake to find a large, powerfully built black man towering over him. The man leaned down and opened the shackles holding Conner’s wrists to the wall.

“Lean forward,” the man said in a deep, rich baritone voice.

“Who –”

“You must not speak,” the man interrupted him. “I am called Cree. I was sent to take you to be cleaned.”

“Where –”

“You must not speak. If you speak I was instructed to gag you.”

Conner held his tongue and bent forward at the waist as far as he could since his neck was still attached to the wall. Cree slowly lowered his arms and moved them to refasten his restraints behind his back. His shoulder muscles screamed in pain at the movement after being held in one position for so long.

“How long have I been here?” Conner asked.

“Please, no speaking,” Cree insisted. “Once more and I will gag you.”

Cree grasped Conner’s shoulder and pulled him upright, back against the wall again. He then moved to Conner’s feet and unlatched the manacle of his right foot from the floor. He fastened a short chain to the manacle and slowly pulled Conner’s leg toward his still-bound left leg. He fastened the chain to the manacle on Conner’s left leg and released his foot from the floor. He then moved back to Conner’s trapped neck and fastened a leash to the collar around Conner’s neck before releasing him from the wall.

“Come,” Cree said.

Conner struggled to get up from the cement floor. His muscles were stiff from the stationary position he’d been trapped in and being bound in such a way made it difficult to rise. Cree put a hand on his elbow and helped him to his feet. Then Cree took the end of the leash in his massive right hand and led Conner forward. Conner quickly found that he had to walk with a shuffling gait to keep from tripping himself in the legirons. He was used to walking with a long, confident stride, not this shorter, confined stride. He was led to an elevator and directed inside. Cree took him up three floors then once again led him forward. The plush surroundings did not go unnoticed by Conner. Who ever his captor was, she definitely was in the upper-echelon of the city’s wealthy.

“You will bathe here,” Cree announced.

Conner was astonished. The bathroom he had been led to was incredible. A large sunken tub dominated the center of the pale blue room. The tub was already filled to with hot water. Conner could see the steam rising from it and he caught a sweet scent in the air. Probably something in the water, he thought, some kind of bathoil or something. Cree led him to the tub and motioned for him to sit on a low stool next to it. Conner sat down and waited. Cree knelt in front of him and removed the legirons from his ankles. He laid them aside the moved to release Conner’s arms as well.

“Get in the tub now, please,” Cree said.

Conner looked up at the other man suspiciously as he rubbed his sore wrists. Slowly, he got to his feet and started forward, toward the sunken tub. Cree followed him closely. As Conner descended the steps into the tub he noticed a built-in bench running completely around the tub with small notches equal distances around the wall of the tub at the rim. When he was standing on the floor of the tub he felt a tug on the collar around his neck. He turned to see Cree locking the leash attached to his collar into on of the notches at the tub rim.

“You can relax and bathe for a little while. Mistress may be in later.” Cree nodded at him then disappeared back through the door they had entered through.

Conner was alone again. He slowly sank down in the warm water and sat down on the bench seat. Surprisingly, he found it quite comfortable to sit on. It seemed to covered with some type of padded material. He felt along the edge but could find no seams. Leaning back against the wall of the tub he stretched his legs out in the hot water.

“Bathe?” he asked aloud of no one.

He glanced around at his immediate surroundings and noticed a soap dish nearby. He reached toward it and found he could just reach its contents. Hanging on a small rod at the rim of the tub was a large, heavy washcloth. He reached out and grasped it. Using the procured items he started to wash the dirt and grime of his cellar captivity from his well-muscled body. Once he was satisfied that all the dirt was gone and he felt clean again he laid the soap and washcloth aside then leaned back and enjoyed the warmth of the water.

Conner’s eyes flicked open at the sound and feel of bubbles lapping around him. He jerked his head away from the tile floor where he’d rested it and looked around. He still sat in the sunken tub and the water was still hot so he hadn’t slept long. But now it ebbed and bubbled furiously like some kind of wild whirlpool. His head swiveled around and he finally saw a tiny, petite form standing on the opposite side of the tub at one end.

Her face was still covered by a mask but her uxorious auburn hair fell in waves around her body. A black silk robe was wrapped tightly around her and belted at her tiny waist. She stared down at him, a small smile playing about her lips.

“Feeling better?” she finally asked.

“Am I allowed to answer that?” he replied.

“Only if you address me properly.” She walked to the edge of the tub and dropped her robe.

He couldn’t help himself, he gasped at what he saw. She was absolutely exquisite. His eyes were riveted to her taut body as she entered the water, her hair fanning out on the water behind her. She walked around the tub, eventually ending up next to him but just out of his reach. He stared, mesmerized, as the water bubbled under and around her breasts.

“Are you feeling better now?” she asked again.

His eyes trailed up her body to stare into her green ones.

“Yes,” he whispered, adding “Mistress.”

Conner’s eyes never left her as she swayed softly in front of him.

“Good because you’ll be feeling worse again in a little while.” She smiled sweetly at him as she said this.

He narrowed his eyes as he stared at her.

“I have lots of plans for you, pet. They’ll all be fun for me but I’m not so sure you’ll find them as amusing.”

“Wh –”

She held up her hand with one finger aloft. “Ah-ah-ah. I don’t remember giving you permission to speak and I don’t think my memory is that bad yet.”

Conner looked pointed at her empty hands and winked.

“What exactly are your plans? How long have I been here anyway?”

She ignored him as she moved to the closest end of the tub and reached into a basket sitting close to the edge of the tub. She slowly moved back to stand in front of him again and held up a small remote then pressed a button on it. His eyes grew large when he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body. His hands went automatically to the collar around his neck.

“Don’t push me, pet. I’d hate to drown you.”

Conner stared at her in frustration, hatred and terror. He couldn’t move even when he heard a noise behind him. When he finally gained control of his emotions he turned his head enough to keep her in his line of sight but also see what was going on behind him. Cree was setting up some kind of massage table in the room behind him. Conner turned his full attention back to her.

She laid the remote on the tile floor behind her and moved forward, toward Conner’s trapped body. Her fingertips traced lightly up over his chest and down his arms. There was a slight wave in the water when she gave a little jump and suddenly she was sitting on his lap, her legs straddling his. He could feel himself start to stiffen. He knew she felt it to when she giggled.

“You’re so easy, pet.”

He opened his mouth to reply but the put her right forefinger over his lips to silence him.

“Shhh. You talk too much. Must I strap a cock gag in your mouth to keep you silent?”

His eyes narrowed and he shook his head from side to side. She smiled again.

“Good. I like having your mouth available for kissing.”

She leaned forward and covered his lips with hers.

Conner decided he even though he wasn’t sure what game she was playing, he would go along with it long enough to get between those silky-smooth legs of hers. God, those creamy thighs and that gorgeous pussy will be worth all this, he thought as his tongue dueled with hers.

She pulled away from him and scooted back on his lap far enough to reach between them and grasp his prick in her hands. Her fingers gingerly caressed, rubbed, pulled and worked his rod to a full erection before she finally stopped. He was disappointed when she climbed from his lap and the water then began drying herself off. Once she was dry Cree unfastened Conner’s leash from the edge of the tub and tugged on it.

“You must come out now,” Cree insisted.

Conner stood up and climbed from the water. When he reached for a towel she slapped his hand away and took it herself. She used the towel to dry his arms and torso then slowly moved down his body, drying the water from him. She took special care to dry his ass, genitals and between his legs. He held her shoulders as she dried his feet. When he was dry Cree led him by his leash to the massage table. As he approached it he noticed it was actually a modified massage table. It had handcuffs and anklecuffs built on to it and it was much wider than a typical massage table.

“Get on the table, please,” Cree instructed. “On your stomach.”

Conner glanced over his should at the petite woman standing behind him. Then he cautiously climbed onto the table. He laid his head in the hole meant for this and tried to relax. He started to panic a bit when Cree pulled his arms apart and fastened one of the handcuffs around his left wrist.

“Don’t struggle,” Cree instructed him.

A hand smacked hard against his ass as Cree spoke. He jerked from the impact of the strike then settled down again. Cree locked his other wrist into the remaining handcuff. The big black man disappeared from his view but he soon felt the man’s hands on his legs. Cree was fastening the other cuffs around his ankles. When he again started to struggle a hand came down savagely against his bare buttocks. He immediately stopped struggling but the tiny woman gave him an extra smack as a reminder. Once the cuffs were all locked Cree also fastened the collar to the table making Conner practically immobile.

He immediately felt her hands roaming over his body. Her touch was firm but gentle, awakening a passion in him. Suddenly, he felt something cold and wet on his ass cheeks. He grunted and jerked, trying to pull away. Her breath was warm against his ear.

“Lie still or I’ll have to punish you again,” she whispered.

Her fingers smoothed the cool gel around his ass and into his asshole. He grunted and bit his lip, trying to stay quiet.

“No!” he growled when her finger slid into his ass.

A hard smack across his shoulders with the riding crop was his reward. His arms flexed against the wrist restraints as she continued to move her finger in and out of his asshole. He clenched his fists and his fingernails bit into soft flesh when she shoved a second finger into his asshole.

“You men always want to fuck women in the ass. How’s it feel, pet?”

He grunted in response. She struck him across the shoulders with the riding crop again.

“How’s it feel, pet?” she demanded, shoving her fingers up his ass as far as she could get them.

“It – hurts – Mistress,” Conner finally groaned through gritted teeth.

She leaned down over him without removing her fingers from his ass and put her lips against his ear.

“Good, pet. It’ll hurt worse in a minute, when I stick your fucking tail up your ass.”

She stood up and pulled her fingers from his ass. His relief was short-lived though. He immediately felt something hard and thicker poking at his anal entrance. God, what the hell is she doing? he wondered desperately. He felt a round ball-like object finally push past his sphincter and a short rod pass up his anal canal. Then he felt something soft slide up the outside of his ass along his spine and something fluttered against his back. He heard running water then her hands were running through his hair.

“All done, pet. At least on the back. Now we’ll do the front and then we’ll be finished for tonight.”

He felt her nibble on his ear then her tongue was in his ear. His prick started to harden again. Cree freed his ankles from their restraints then moved to his wrists.

“Sit up,” Cree instructed him once he was free of the restraints.

Conner slowly moved around on the table and sat up. He definitely felt strange though. Something was still lodged in his ass. He started to look over his shoulder to see what was tickling his back when Cree reached forward and placed cuffs on his wrists again. His arms were locked across each other this time then pulled up so his hands were pressed to his chest. Cree then ran a long chain over his shoulder and fastened it to the table behind him. The tiny auburn-haired woman was standing in front on him now, staring at him.

“You’re gorgeous, pet.” He stared at her in defiance. “I know you’ve heard that probably a thousand times before from as many women. This time, however, the woman is in charge.”

She smiled up at him as she knelt between his legs.

“Wh –”

She smacked him hard on the inner thigh just below his groin.

He let out a frustrated sigh and stared at her in anger. Cree cuffed Conner’s left ankle and pulled it away from her then attached his foot to a leg of the table. He moved to the other side and repeated his movements with Conner’s right ankle. When he was finished the woman reached up and slipped a leather strap around Conner’s cock and balls, dividing them and fastening it tightly around his genitals. She added a tiny padlock then clipped a long leash to the thing as well. The clip on the leash had a combination lock which she turned so the numbers were unaligned and the thing locked in place.

Cree unlocked his ankles then locked his wrists behind his back. He felt something soft and feathery tickling his hands and wondered what the hell they’d done to him. Cree silently crept from the room and the woman led him around the sunken tub through a door on the other side into a large, dark bedroom. The bed drew Conner’s eyes as it sat on a dais in the center of the room and was covered in black satin. Mirrors cover the walls and as Conner looked around he stopped abruptly.

“Christ!” He said in alarm.

She stopped and turned to look at him, her green eyes full of amusement.

“Why not, pet? You men have your pony girls.”

Conner suddenly felt sick. He stared at his reflection. His proud, well-muscled 6’6” frame stood fully erect. His thick black hair was mussed but still looked acceptable. It was the fucking horse tail sticking out of his ass that bothered him along with the leash attached to his cock. This had to stop. Her little game had gone quite far enough. He set his jaw and turned cold eyes on her.

“Don’t even think about it, pet. You might be bigger than me and even outweigh me, but I have my hands to use and you don’t. I’ll pull you fucking balls off if you try anything. And don’t forget your collar either. I have several remotes for it throughout the house. I could electrocute you if I really wanted to.”

“Why?” he hissed.

“You killed my husband,” she said simply. “Since you took my lover, my friend, my life away, you’ll have to do as far as sex. The rest, well, he’s irreplaceable.” She looked away from him. “At least I have a fuck toy now.”

She yanked on the leash and he stumbled forward from the pressure on his balls. He unwillingly followed her to the bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling down on his leash as she sat.

“On your knees, pet.”

He knelt because she gave him no choice. She pulled the leash forward, forcing his to shuffle forward on his knees, until she could lock it into place on bedrail. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs in front of his face.

“Lick me. Eat me. Make me feel good.”

She waited a few minutes and when he didn’t follow her instructions she picked up the remote laying on the bed next to her and pressed a button. He jerked spasmodically and stifled a groan. When she finally released the button he fell forward into her waiting snatch, breathing hard.

“Do it,” she ordered.

She waited a few seconds for him to catch his breath. She was ready to press the button again when she felt his tongue against her slit.

“This is your life now, pet,” she crooned to him as he licked her. “Get used to it. No one will come for you. You are completely mine now. I own you, Conner Web. You are my pet to use however I want. Satisfy me well and I might decide to be gentle with you.”

She felt his tongue slip into her slit and then vibrate quickly against her clit.

“I meant what I said earlier. You can’t cum until I say you can. And you can’t cum until I do.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth and gently nipped it.

“Oh,” she moaned. “At least you know how to do something,” she whispered.

He snuck a peek at her from under his lashes as he continued to nip and suck at her clit. He let his tongue play along her cunt, caressing it, before he shoved his tongue inside her ad sucked her clit again.

“Oh, yeah, God, yeah.”

Conner moaned low in his throat as he pushed his tongue into her pussy again. Then he sucked her clit between his teeth and gently nipped it, moan low again.

“Oh, God!” she cried as she squeezed her legs closed around his head, cumming hard on his mouth. He sucked down her sweet nectar as she filled his mouth with her cum.

Her legs finally relaxed and he sat back on his heels listening to her breathing return to normal. When she eventually sat up he wasn’t sure what to expect. She reached down and released his leash from the bedrail and pulled him by his arms onto the bed, pushing him down on his back. He moaned when the tail moved in his ass. She reached down, unlocked the padlock and removed the leather separator from around his cock and balls. He already felt better. Then she climbed on top of him and started working his prick with her hands. She had him erect in seconds.

“You’re going to fuck me, pet,” she said as she stared into his eyes.

He didn’t even try to argue. She moved to slowly his hard rod at her hot entrance then she leisurely slid down his pole, inserting it inside herself. Her warm, wet slit felt wonderfully tight around him and he soon lost himself in the feeling. The strangeness of the tail up his ass was soon forgotten in the heat of their fucking. She rode him hot and hard, bouncing up and down above him on the bed. Her fingers pinched and tweaked her nipples as she danced on his cock. He was almost ready to explode when she stopped and laid down on top of him. She reached across the bed and pulled a vibrator from the drawer of the stand next to the bed. Without moving on his hard rod she placed the vibrator against her clit and turned it on. The vibrations drove him crazy and she immediately started to squirm again. They were soon humping up and down in rhythm together. Abruptly, she screamed out her orgasm as he exploded inside of her, filling her with his hot jism. Her vaginal walls contracted around his cock squeezing out all the juice he had to offer. She finally fell over on top of him and cradled his head between her hands, her head on his shoulder.

“Very good, pet, very good,” she crooned.

w Roman">            She listened intently for some sign of where she might be. The only sounds were that of water dripping somewhere in the background and some kind of music in the distance. Her arms ached so she tried to move them to a different position and found they were tied above her head, hopelessly locked in the position they were in. She moved her feet, trying to take the pressure off her arms but felt nothing except air. A whimper escaped her lips as full comprehension of her predicament started to dawn.

            Her head jerked around at the sound of footsteps. She listened intently, trying to discern where they were. Are they coming this way? she wondered. If so, would that be good? Maybe they could help her. Or maybe they were the ones who’d put her here. She whimpered again, this time in indecision. An eerie squeak sounded high and painful against her ears. The footsteps grew nearer.

            “Hey, baby, you awake yet?” someone whispered to her.

            She was terrified of what was about to happen and kept her silence. Then she felt the hands. Hands slid over her waist then up her body. She was shaking convulsively. A whimper escaped her again.

            “Yeah, I thought so,” he whispered, his breath hot against her cool skin. “It’s time!” he called.

            More footsteps shuffled into the room around her. How many? She couldn’t tell. Suddenly, hands roamed all over her body. There were so many hands, everywhere at once it seemed.

            “Please,” she whimpered.

            “Please, what, baby? You want us to do more?” he asked.

            “No, please. Stop. Please,” she begged.

            “But we’re just getting started, baby.”

            She heard him laugh then the others – God, how many were there? – joined in.

They all laughed at her as their hands roamed over her. She squirmed around trying to get away from them but the rope she hung from only allowed her to twist and sway. Their groping hands always found her. Tears sprang from her eyes and flowed down her cheeks, still the hands ran over her body.

            She whimpered again when she felt the first one kiss her neck. It wasn’t long until they all became bold and their lips were all over her just like their hands. She jerked away from one only to bump into another. Her tears were flowing freely now as she sobbed openly. She tried to kick out at them but she couldn’t see to aim her kicks properly so they easily avoided her.

            “Are you ready for us, baby?” the same one asked.

            She felt hands grab her legs and hold her fast. A scream erupted from her throat when she felt hands opening her jeans. He laughed as he slid his hands under her shirt.

            “We like screamers, baby. That makes it even more fun.”

            When she tried to jerk away the ones holding her legs tightened their grip. She was trapped. His hands found their way to her face and slid down to her throat.

            “No. No, please, no,” she moaned.

            He gripped the sides of her shirt and gave a hard jerk down, ripping open her shirt and causing buttons to fly around the room. She screamed and jerked again when she felt the cold air hit her exposed skin. He laughed as he slid his hands up and down her bare sides.

            “I guess it’s a good thing I have a sharp knife with me, isn’t it?” he whispered to her.

            She felt cold metal against her skin as he slit the arms of her shirt then let the ruined garment fall from her body. The others whooped and hollered while she screamed. The metal tip of his blade was against her skin again.

            “No, I think the jeans first,” he announced, pulling the knife away.

            The ones holding her legs released their grip and she felt her jeans start a slow slide down her legs until she felt them slip off her bare feet. Her screams filled the air again. The hands were all over her exposed skin, running all over her body again. She shivered but she didn’t know if it was from the cold air or from the hands on her skin. She struggled to pull away from them but they were everywhere.

            “Yeah, you’re a hot one, baby.”

            She felt the cold metal of his blade on her belly. The hands retreated into the darkness. The blade slowly traveled up her body, stopping as it reached the cleft between her breasts. He lifted it over the impediment then continued to slide it over her skin. She felt it slide up to her right shoulder and rest against the strap of her bra there.

            “I don’t think you need this anymore, baby,” he whispered into her ear just before she felt the knife slit the strap.

            She whimpered. The knife slowly slid across her chest to her left shoulder and slit the strap resting there. His fingers crawled up her back to the clasp and quickly undid it. Her bra fell to the floor. The crowd around her cheered loudly.

            His knife slid down her belly and slowly moved to her left leg. She felt it slide under the leg of her panties. He flipped the blade and slit the thing material of her underwear. Within seconds, he slit the remaining side and let the ruined panties fall to the ground amid cheers, leaving her hanging completely naked before them. The hands quickly covered her body again.

            “We’ve got all kinds of things planned for you, baby,” he whispered into her ear as his hands slid over her nakedness.

            Jenna sobbed into the darkness. They all ignored her cries and pleas, their hands roaming freely over her – grabbing, pulling, pinching.