The Tourist

The Tourist:

She sat tall in the wood chair in front of my desk having just been plunked there by Burls and Heinz. She had positioned herself on the edge of the chair as if preparing to run. The door to my office slammed shut as they departed.

She was thin with straight blond hair. She was still in her street cloths and one could observe she had small breasts under that white button down blouse. She was wearing black slacks which I liked better then the jeans typically worn by the ladies of her age. And her shoes had open toes and fat heals which revealed nails painted red.

Her chest was moving as she appeared to be attempting to catch her breath. Her eyes were blue, wide awake, and showed her fear. 

My name is captain Petrayus. “Would you like to explain how you got yourself into so much trouble and into this office?” Her nostrils expanded as she inhaled in preparation to speak. Perspiration started to form; like the morning dew, upon her forehead. She would need to be cleaned up before I took my pleasure.

I don’t understand. Those two brutes took me off the street. I wasn’t doing anything wrong.” I am a tourist.

“Well I hope they didn’t harm you. According to them; Burls and Heinz, you had just left a store where there was a theft. The shop owner identified you as the young lady that had stolen some jewelry.”

“That’s not true,” she shouted. Her face flashed red and her cheeks became rosy. I had not noticed; until now, how pale she was; as if the sun had never seen her beauty. Her skin was thin; almost transparent. You could see the warm crimson color of her blood as it ran through her veins. She had freckles on her chest just above the neckline of her blouse; like delicate spots on the shell of an egg, and one wondered it they continued lower and upon her breasts. Her neck was long; like a swan or a high fashion model, and her shin was delicate there as well.  

“Stand up; I want to see how tall you are.”

“Are you crazy,” I caught the slightest hint of saliva as it sprayed into the light that was trained upon her and which make it difficult and uncomfortable for her to see. She is going to get her teeth cleaned today I mused.

“Please cooperate young lady or I will have to call Burls and Heinz to stand you up.” I just realized I didn’t know her name. “Stand and give your name for the record.”

She looked defiant but stood quickly. Things were going nicely. “My name is Lisa Snow.”

Boy, she was tall. I’d be guessing but she looked just a hair under 6 feet, thin and gorgeous; long legs with plenty of space between her thighs.

“Well Lisa; its time for you to take your cloths off so we can look for that jewelry.”

I had anticipated the “are you crazy routine” but to my surprise she ran to the door like a gazelle; beautiful long feminine strides. Unaware that it was locked, she tried the knob. I waited, knowing that she was going to turn around to see where I was. When she did, she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. I said, “There is no reason to get Heinz or Burls in here sweet heart. I would hate to see you punished for disobeying my orders before we look for the jewelry and discover if you are guilty or innocent.”

“I didn’t take any jewelry.” What she didn’t know was that Burls had dropped a ring in her pocket.

“You will have to remove your cloths to prove that. Of course if you want to resist, Burls and Heinz will of remove your cloths and you will be punished for disobeying me.”

I was getting a little tired of the rhetoric and realized that she was not going to comply. This was regrettable because I was anticipating my incremental pleasure from her humiliation and embarrassment when she submitted reluctantly; without physical force to all of my perverse requests. I was sure that in time she would obey.

“Burls - Heinz come in here and give me a little assistance.” The door opened and Lisa moved quickly out of the way. “Would you mind removing Lisa’s clothing? But, please leave her in her underwear. She seems to be having a problem with the task. And while you’re at it, think about a punishment for her refusal to follow instructions.”

Burls quickly had her in a standing full nelson and Heinz had already unbuttoned and removed her blouse intact and while Burls lifted her off the ground her shoes, socks, and black slacks were off. There she was displayed in full nelson with her arms pulled back; teats struggling against a white lace bra; small white panties cutting her crotch and her legs; long and flailing, every muscles straining to gain her balance. In this physical hold,  her breasts were covered, but defined-straining muscles that dropping from the inside of her arm pits and entered her bra made it impossible to ignore that they would be small, well formed, perky, and perfect.

Her lace panties were tight and soft pinkish pillows of skin appeared to escape outside the sensuous lines created by her pale flesh, the seductive lace, and the pressure of elastic upon her stomach, groin, and thighs as they hugged her there; sheltering, protecting her treasure.

Between her white lace brassier and the thin elastic band atop her panties, her sternum was flat and her stretched position caused the light to reflect off tightened skin, perspiration, and each rib. Her stomach was sucked in towards her spine creating a hollow, her waist was petite and below her small oval belly button, the linea alba descended smoothly into her panties.

Where the lace ended and shiny satin cloth began; the material curved downward where there was a large budge; the pronounced camel toe of a slender female. Adjacent, her groin was well defined, being separated from the inside of her thigh, by a strong pubofemoral ligament. Here, satin material narrowed, descended between her legs, and disappeared. They may have been thongs, but Heinz partially obstructed my view. I was becoming aroused

“Let’s strap her to a restraining device,” said Burls who seemed to be getting quite a work out holding her up. I nodded indicating my approval. Heinz rolled in a restraining table from the storage room. Since the time Burls and Heinz had entered the room to assist me, Lisa had remained quite calm and demure. Because of the full nelson and overwhelmed by manpower, she was only able to struggle slightly as her cloths were removed and Burls pressed his hips into her. She seemed to have accepted her fait and I anticipated that she would now be compliant. 

But, with the introduction of the table she started to struggle and fight. Her nostrils expanded as she took in a great breath; feeding her straining muscles with oxygen, and providing additional fuel to continue the fight.

“Nooooo; Please,” she stammered.

But, she was tiring. Tall and thin every muscle tense, she was no match for Burls and Heinz who easily stretched her over the wood four leg table. They made quick work of it. Her skinny ankles strapped with leather to two legs and her wrists to others. Two Velcro bands were applied and spread her milky thighs below her crotch and because of her height; pillows were added between her breasts and stomach. She was whimpering now and I could see that she indeed possessed a thong and her cheek muscles; the glutinous maximus, were stretched from the small of her back to the rear of her thighs; like two well defined ribbons. The color of her bottom was so pale; the cheeks must have never experienced the sun. And between those straining globes; the string of her panties descended and disappeared into her crack.

Below her knees, calves strained in an attempt to escape from her tethered ankles. Additional wraps were now being applied to her abdomen and she looked like a mare prepared for mounting at a well managed stud farm.

I left my position at the desk to walk towards her; under my cloths, my penis was erect. I could smell her perfume and her fear.  The way she was strapped down her long neck was stretched beyond the table’s edge, her head had no supported, and her blond hair hung down revealing small ears. Every vertebra of her spine was visible as well as the place on her neck where an executioner will sword will nick the skin so that the head in an involuntary spasm shall rises to meet the final stroke.

Lisa had now experienced the application of force, but punishment was needed to crush her refusal to comply with my desires. She was beautiful, thin, and vulnerable. I did not want to mark her with the whip. Her body would respond easily; being so pale, so thin, but I did not want to take her when she was bruised, black, blue, and in pain. But, as she whimpered on the table, her ass was undulating seductively as if bagging for the crop.

I want her looking beautiful and mentally resigned to her fate when I initiate intercourse with her, or I would have simply pulled her panties to the side and taken her on the table.   I didn’t want to anything that would diminish her ability to perform or desensitize her feeling. I knew patience would maximize the experience for both of us. So, I decided not to scourge her ass or the bottom of her feet, for then she would have a red butt or walk with a limp. And, I wanted to develop a relationship with Lisa. I would have Burls and Heinz smother her for a while and thus I would not be the target of her future rage.

I rubbed her silky hair comforting her; “relax Lisa everything is going to be ok. I promise I will not hurt you.” And with that; I walked back to my desk running my hand softly down her back and slightly adjusting her satin underwear to help her maintain some modesty in her predicament. 

I whispered the plan to Burls and Heinz, and Heinz left to fetch a black plastic garbage bag. I announced; “Watch her; I have some other business I need to attend to.” With that I was able to stay at my desk because her buttock was facing me and as far as she knew I was gone.

Heinz returned with a 39 gallon black plastic garbage bag and unrolled it in front of her face. “You must learn to obey Mr. Petrayus,” He said with a slight German accent. And then simply placed the bag over her head and gently tied it around her neck.

It seemed like hours went by with the bag moving in and out with her breathing and then quite suddenly the straining of her muscles indicated that her time and oxygen were running out. The straps at her wrists and ankles were being pulled; tested, but they did not fail. She began to turn blue with veins easily seen swelling in her neck, arms, and calves. She made the cry of an animal or the sound of a frog trapped by its feet in the mouth of a snake. Her body started to rock and throw and you could see very rib along her sides as she sucked for air. My view from behind; of her legs, panties, and bottom as she bounced, thrust, and bucked on the table, in a desperate attempt at escape was truly frightening. When she slowly stopped moving, Heinz removed the bag.

“Thank you for the assistance. I can handle her from here,” I said and Heinz and Burls left the room.

She appeared unconscious and in shock, but starting to breathe when I rounded the table and I pretended to help her recover by pressing on her back and talking to her. Simultaneously I took visually and tactual liberties with her ass which was small, round, and virtually naked.

“Lisa; Lisa are you all right?” I am so sorry the two of them did that to you. Would you like me to help you off the table?”

“Yes, please.” she quietly whispered.

“Are you sure I can untie you? Can I trust you? Are you going to obey my orders?” Her head shook yes and I assumed she was giving up. It must have been easier to shake her head then to speak the words or answer so many questions after her ordeal.  If she failed to obey; I would simply get Heinz and Burls back for another persuasive session. While admiring her long legs I knelt between to remove the ankle straps which were leather with metal buckles. Kneeling, my face was near her crotch and I was in position to look up directly at her white panty covered mound of Venus; a prominent bulge displayed at the apex of her thighs; and the outline of a  fold caused by the satin being stretched tightly over her labia. Observing this; I lost patience; I had to take her now.

Removing the ankle straps left her hands and torso secured. Then instead of removing the thigh straps that spread her so nicely, I placed my hand between her leg and the table and gently moved it up towards her satin covered “mons veneris” mound of Venus. When she didn’t fight me; perhaps to exhausted, I lightly stimulated her through her panties with the tips of my fingers. The satin moved quietly over her skin. It appeared that she was mine.

Although, I had made plans of a more patient design to maximize my pleasure, I was now in such a state of aroused, the plan was compromised. I walked to the side of the table, opened a drawer, and removed another trash bag and a jar of Vaseline. I went to the head of the table and placed these items in her direct view, removed my pants and underwear and stood in her face, my rock hard member inches from her. “Open your mouth and suck my cock; I will not hurt you.” I grabbed the side of her head and moved forward just brushing her delicate smile with the tip of my penis. A little pressure and her mouth began of open. Using both hands to lower her jaw, I advanced and entered her oral cavity. Her soft tongue began to dance along the underside of my gland. Her mouth was hot and moist; however, still restrained on the table, the mobility of her head was restricted and although she sucked, her cheeks hollowed, and she tried to please me, not being able to move her head proved disappointing.  

Instead of pounding away at her face, using the strength of my hips, to quickly relieve my burning balls, I grabbed the Vaseline and headed to the other end of the table. I opened the jar and placed a glob on the head of my penis and a smaller amount on my index finger. “Spread you legs girl,” I said as I gently pushed her cheeks apart and looked right into her illuminated bottom. With one hand I moved the string of her thong which was trapped in her crack and with the other I moved the Vaseline toward her anus.

Her “fundament” anus was small, perfectly round, a brownish pink, and slightly wrinkled. It was nested deep in her crack which was devoid of hair. I ran some vas around her ass; coating the rim lightly and then pushed a glob into the vortex with my index finger. She struggled and her breathing became irregular. I was enjoying my play time with her perfect anus and its reactions to manipulation. It clenched and relaxed and clenched again upon my finger. Sadly for her; it was very small. 

“Please don’t,” a soft pleading voice.

I continued to play with her sensitive opening; circling, stretching, kneading, and examining her flawless beauty. And, I observed her exquisite reactions as she perceived every physical sensation of her molestation and we gained a subtle understanding.  

“Relax, Lisa. I will not hurt you,” I said; but I knew right away it was a lie for she was tiny.

And that being said I boldly spread her cheeks with my hands, stepped between her legs, and made contact; my penis - her wrinkled zero. I pushed gently; forward, and began to knead her stomach with strong hands. Aided greatly by the lubricant; after 10 minutes of gentle-soft pressure, the sphincter thanked my kindness by allowing entry to the sensitive head of my penis. Then a spasm or contraction stopped my progress, but my pleasure was unmitigated. I was gripped in a vise as her body had second thoughts about its previous surrender. She shifted; pressing herself tightly to the table in a last attempt to gain some distance from me, my penis, and the unrelenting tension; but her body was not going to steal my victory.

I waited patiently for the muscle to tire, the gate was open, my pleasure was great and there was no need to hurt her.

“Please, you are hurting me, I am afraid,” she pleaded her case, but it fell on deaf ears.

She seemed frozen with fear; hugging the table; trying to imagine what which had yet to be experienced; afraid of the pain or of the pleasure; hoping it would stop, knowing it would not; held in place; trapped, by the pressure of a persistent penis located uncomfortably and slightly past the entrance to her ass. And she knew any movement on her part only brought increasing pressure and discomfort. 

I continued to massage her stomach and finally I felt her rectum relax; capitulate, and fail to stop the penetration. As I slipped deeper and deeper into her hot creamy rectum, she exhaled and I though I could feel my member through her stomach where I was massaging her.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she gasped. 

She was buggered to the hilt and I rested there enjoying myself. Then, before I had the opportunity to move and sodomize a enormous peristaltic wave went through her and then wave after wave of her contractions sent me over the edge and I ejaculated; pumped stream after stream; fluid, into her tight orifice.

To Be Continued.

Part 2

The Tourist

Minutes passed and as I softened, suddenly she expelled me like a bad lunch. Her anus snapped back to its original configuration; tight and round.  I adjusted her lace panties and finished removing the restraints from her arms and torso. I dressed quickly.

She was now free to move about the office; however, she just laid there; face down on the table; presumably afraid to move, certainly exhausted, or perhaps simply waiting for a kiss? She was beautiful; unmarked, and I was glad about making the decision not to spoil the canvas; if I had wanted to tear something up, I would have order a steak. Bent over the table, her ass was elevated, spectacular, and I was thankful to have been pushing into it just minutes ago. 

In short order, I slapped the palm of my left hand into her skinny ass cheeks with the identical flagrant and vicious force I would  utilize to punish the two literary geniuses that reviewed part 1 of this story, rating it a five, and forever scaring the author’s rating  and sensitive ego. Fire radiated through her bum as it flattened and the crisp sound created by the impact echoed off the office walls and in my mind. My hand stung from the connection; my fleshly palm, her boney ass. This artistic rejection of their castigation and my ultimate satisfaction, was followed by her outburst,

“Ouch You Fuckers!”

“Lisa, get up and return to the chair in front of my desk” She obeyed and obeyed quickly. She sat at the edge of the chair, perhaps a little less sure of herself then before; her legs held tightly together; knees touching, long legs slightly shaking. 

“Please stand and announce your name for the record.” “My name is Lisa Snow,” She whimpered as she snapped to her feet in front of the chair. 

“While you were relaxing on the table, Heinz found some of the jewelry that was stolen from the store in your black slacks. In this country; young lady, a thief’s arm is removed below the elbow.” She continued to look at the floor, emitting unconcealed whimpering, and having emotional breathing difficulty. “I’m speaking to you.”

“I didn’t take anything,” she said so quietly the words were hardly audible and she did not look up. 

“I told you that I would not hurt you, but that was before the evidence was discovered.  Now, even I may not be able to save you.”

She was standing in her small white lace panties and bra. Her legs were shacking. The harsh light cast a crisp erotic shadow upon the floor and wall after caressing her hard body.

“Remove your cloths, so that I can inspect you for additional stolen items,” I ordered.  The process had been long; very pleasing, and finally she appeared ready to face her fate; to surrender. I would now enjoy her humiliation and the enhancement of my pleasure created by her acceptance of the relentless sexual coercion; her defilement, punishment, sufferings; and reluctant submission. 

She was visibly shaken and distraught but somehow she was able to commence by twisting her bra to the side to free the clasp. “Wait,” I said, “I’m extremely nearsighted and can’t see from here.” I walked briskly around the desk to within inches of her face definitely in her space. Now, I could see the goose bumps on her skin, the freckles on her chest, and smell her perfume as it was warmth by her body.  

“Ok, Lisa, take the brassiere off; slowly.”

She accepted my order and with reluctance started to remove the curtain. I could see her humiliation and embarrassment, and as the color of her skin turned a scarlet red she tried to avoid contact with my eyes. She hesitated and fumbled with the clasp and once opened the brassiere sagged slightly having been held in position by her firm breasts. The cups begrudgingly release her, air filled the void, and then she submissively swept the bra away quickly to shorten her torment. She turned and placed the clothes neatly on the back of the chair. Instead of turning back to face me, she remained sideways and folded her arms across her chest hiding her richness from my lustful eyes and curiosity. “How cute,” I mused.

“The panties too,” Although having to tell her to remove her clothes again was a sign of her resistance, I didn’t mind. Her body was reacting wonderfully to every command as she trembled, wobbled, bent, cringed and cowered in an attempt to hide and postpone her reveal; “Your sweet white panties too, Lisa.” 

As the light shined upon her body, I adjusted the illumination to a greater intensity; thus clarifying my view, placing her on stage, and amplifying her humiliation. Again she turned slightly; hiding an unimpaired inspection. She placed her thumbs inside the latex band at the top of her panties, bending slightly allowed them to clear her feet. She was naked now as she placed the last veil of her modesty over a puddle she had noticed on the chair; thus, hiding her rectal cream pie, a reminder of the assault and a symbolic attempt to bury her shame.  

She remained sideways one arm covering her chest; the other covering her genitals in a last attempt to hide, frozen there at the glorious height of her humiliation. I decided now was not the time to mention the puddle or force her to clean the chair;  because this moment was so beautiful; she was uncomfortable, unhinged, and embarrassed; the introduction of a task would have only provide her some relieve. She still had not been examined, and that task would now have priority. But, for now I let her suffer; waiting patiently; saying nothing, enjoying the moment.   

“Afraid of the light; Lisa, stand up straight, legs wide apart and hands behind your head. Or, do you need some assistance?” With that said, she slowly responded, perhaps happy that her long pose could now be broken. Her legs scuffled apart a little and she slowly placed her hands behind her head. Her body shook and she was noticeably disturbed and crying.

“Place your elbows out so I can see your breasts. Or do I have to get a magnifying glass?” Her face flashed anger, turned red in embarrassing, and then the warm color washed over her entire body. “Now move your legs wide enough apart so that you labia open.” I went behind her and placed her elbows where I wanted them and nudged her legs further apart by gently kicking at her calves.

“Stay in the position I want, or you will be strapped to the table.” She sniffled and her crying became more pronounced. 

Then I returned to face her. There she was; pretty as a picture; thin as a runway model; naked as a jay bird. My penis swelled in appreciation. She kept her eyes on the floor, her chin on her chest.  Her breasts were spectacular with only a hint of softness; symmetrical, with small round areola and hard extended nipples. They were perky, the size of small china bowls and the teats were situated high, near the top of the gland. I placed my hand under her chin and lifted her head high off her chest. Now I could see that her freckles did cascade from the base of her neck over the top of her breasts and each one was a different size and shape; delicate and spaced like the stars in the sky.    

I went behind her and pulled her elbows further back, thus forcing her “little ones” outward for my viewing pleasured. “Don’t move,” I ordered; while returning to face her. “Now you are positioned correctly.”  Her belly was as flat as cardboard and her legs were lean. Her pubic mound was bald and prominent; bulging outward past her thighs and her lips were plump and open; between, fragile tissues gathered, like the crisp tasty leaves of  romaine hearts.   

I began to play with her breasts; gently massaging her glands and nipples. “Keep you mouth shut and do not move,” I said as I went down her body with my free hand and cupped her sex all the while looking into her beautiful-pleading cerulean-blue eyes. Her happy nipples hardened and the areolas were well defined against her pale skin. The stimulated teats pointed upward like 22 caliber brass shell casings. Her body tensed and relaxed as I started to play with the delicate folds of her entrance and as she sought balance. Her skin was cool to the touch like a stripper’s in air-conditioning. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and played my tong around its sensitive tip. She tasted slightly salty; flawless flavor, which motivated me to suck harder to quench my newly found thirst.

“We have only one more place to look for that jewelry.” I said. “Without moving your feet, bend over and place the palms of your hands on your knees.” The young lady complies. I take a pair of surgical gloves out of the desk and retrieve the Vaseline which had fallen to the floor. The glove was for show; to intimidate and humiliate. 

I placed the jar on her back and put a glove on my right hand, making sure she observed its installation. It snapped into place with a crack. I take my time and pleasure in the preparation as she waits with terror and expectation. I placed some Vaseline on the glove and reached between her legs from behind. My other hand, I placed upon her back for support. I love the way her body is responding. Her torso moves with each ragged breath. And every muscle that twitched or contracted indicated her building anxiety, fear, and desire to run. Her buttocks clenched in an involuntary attempt to stop my assault; however, her feet remained planted in place.   

I let her cheeks close upon my wrist as I took my time playing her genitalia like a guitar from behind. There was a soft, moist, slippery, erotic sound as I rubbed the Vaseline over her tender flesh and the harsh light produced an erotic hand puppet against the wall. Wanting for more intimacy, I removed the glove with a snap and dropped it on the floor in front of her. Thus, I could better rub and grip her small delicate labia minora between index finger and thumb and now I could feel moisture there; and, when I pulling her delicate pedals away from her body, she whimpered ever so softly, “please you are hurting me.”

I reached higher; toward her hood; and the numerous nerve endings that lay within. I gently messaged her with the tips of my fingers. And she began to cry. “Please stop,” she wined. I continued my ministration; feeling the shaft of her clitoris, I manipulated her silky hood back and forth upon it. “Oh, please; you bastard,” She complained.

“Breath out Lisa, I must check your vagina for jewelry.” And without ceremony my finger easily slipped inside her. She was warm now and so was I. She was frozen in position; hands on knees; bent; legs spread wide. The light was intense. I slowly massaged her insides from behind. I pushed another finger into her and applied pressure on the back wall of her vagina. She shuddered as I located her “G” spot. Her body betrayed her as it began to dance, and arch.

Although I was confident that her molestation was not pleasurable, the forced extraction of her sexual response seemed to have momentarily make her forget her modesty and shame. And this was unacceptable.

“Lisa; I am sorry but Burls and Heinz must witness the inspection; Burls- Heinz,” I shouted towards the door. Don’t worry Lisa; I will not let them hurt you again.”

“Oh god, please don’t let them see me like this, I will do anything,” she begged.

“Of course you will Lisa.”  

With that said the door opened and Burls and Heinz entered to see Lisa in the center of the office; bathed in the intense light, naked; bent over and holding her knees. I stood behind her fully dressed and providing some support by holding her with my two fingers now deeply seated within her vagina. 

Lisa stopped breathing when she saw the two of them. And her body tensed and grabbed my hand, wrist, and fingers, but the distracting gyrations and erotic dance ended.  “Do not move Lisa, or I will leave you to them.”

I held her steady like a bowling ball and without my hand I believe she would have collapsed on the floor and curled into the fetal position. On a dime she went from arousal to a place where she would have to confront her fear.

“I’m sorry Lisa, but Burls and Heinz need to know how to perform a body cavity search and this is their first opportunity to learn proper procedure. Don’t worry Lisa; I will not let them hurt you and I will only allow them to visually inspect your beautiful anus, rectal cavity, and vagina. I am saving their manipulation for myself.” 

Lisa did not move. I had expected some resistance; but obviously her smothering had produced the desired results. Currently legal in the United States; thanks to the Bush Administration’s March 2008 veto of a democratic legislative bill against torture, water boarding, and smothering, a practice loved in the USA, these procedures are now legal and internationally practiced on U.S. tourists. And, quite honestly who cares. American tourists only desire is to spend their worthless green backs in our poor country. At first, presidential hopeful McCan apposed torture, but his position against torture ended when he was promised the endorsement of President Bush; war criminal.

So, Burls and Heinz stood in admiration of the proceedings and spectacle. “Lisa; turn around so that your ass is facing the light.” After the request, I removed my fingers from her vagina and replaced them with my thumb; Palm upward, I placed a little pressure on the inside of her vagina with my thumb and gripped her lips with my fingers. She moved easily directed like a hand puppet. And to my surprise she kept her hands on her knees.

This gave my subordinates a nice illumined view of Lisa’s bottom and bent over as she was her small breasts hung nicely. “Here are some gloves,” I stated and Burls and Heinz began the difficult glove installation procedure. Both, now armed with latex digits began applying Vaseline to their gloves. They patiently waited as I tightened my hold on Lisa’s core. These were my men and I could not deny them some office fun.

“Ok boys; Now that I have demonstrated the vaginal search, open up her asshole. I’m sorry Lisa; I changed my mind, a little practical experience is always beneficial.” 

That said; Burls and Heinz started to laugh as they raced to see who would be the first to digitally penetrate her.

“Oh please Mr. Patrayus, don’t let this happen to me.

The boys worked quickly and soon both had a finger in her little anus. I was quite sure I could feel their fingers moving against the back of my thumb which was still deep inside her vagina. I guessed it was becoming painful as I tightened my grip; helping her to maintain her balance every time her body swayed from the pressure of their onslaught.

”Oh please they are killing me,” She sobbed.

“I don’t think there is anything in here,” joked Burls. “She is as clean as a whistle.”

I noticed her tears beginning to gather on the floor, I felt sorry for her; compassion, and it was time to take her again.

“Ok boys, nice work; take the squad car and look for some other jewelry thief’s.” As they closed the door, one could hear laughter and back slapping all the way down the hallway.

“Ok Lisa, please sit on the table.” I helped her wobbly legged onto the table; her buttocks flattened against the wood; “Now lean back and place you feet in the stirrups. You have been very cooperative and we are almost done now. No need to cry.” I pulled the stirrups out from the side of the table and pushed her back while guiding her shacking legs to the rests. “If you cooperate, I will not have to strap you down,” I said.

Lisa was now leaning back upon the table and I again I started playing with her vulva. Her knees were spread, her ankles elevated, her lips open and the table was at my height. In this position everything that mattered was clearly visible and accessible including her sore anus. She looked so beautiful, so vulnerable and I was between her legs playing with her bottom. Her eyes were closed, tears stained her cheeks. 

I took a tissue out of the drawer and started wiping her face. “Everything is going to be all right Lisa.” She kept her feet obediently in the stirrups. She seemed more relaxed now that the boys had left. Her mound was spread out before me; her eyes still closed. I pulled her bottom forward increasing the spread of her legs and labia. I lightly played with her soft interior lips and clitoris then entered her vagina with my fingers working toward the previously discovered spot that caused her body to arch and shake; the location to palpitate, aggravate, and extract her body’s sexual response. As before, I started pressing and stroking the inside wall of her vagina.

I was not disappointed as she opened her pleading eyes and looked into mine. Then she began to shake her head from side to side.

“No please, I hate you.”

I continued to extract the animal from within her and then there was the sound of my zipper and next my pants hitting the floor. I moved forward and entered her vagina easily. I massaged her small breasts and examined her freckles. Around my penis she felt soft, wet and warm. Her delicate tissue hugged and caressed me. My patience had paid off. Her ankles; raised high in the stirrups, allowed penetrate to the point where my balls and scrotum struck her perineum. I moved with vigor. I could feel the tip of my penis bouncing off her cervix. I grabbed her around the waist, closed my eyes, pulled her toward me and pumped seed after seed into her petite pelvis.

“I love you; Lisa.”

To Be Continued 

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