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"Lindsey Blossoms” – Part 4
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"Oh, my God," Max is freaking inside his head. "This is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life!" With his blindfold just removed, he's positive that not even the threat of coal-fired pokers mere millimeters from his eyeballs would have the power to make him blink and miss the incredible action about to unfold before him.
Lindsey, the cold-hearted but irresistible bitch who 'owns' him, earlier had Max's inescapable containment box placed on the hand-carved settee at the end of her massive canopy bed. That way he could, in her words, "witness me break in my sweet toy, Kristen."
Of course, subtracting from his exuberance is the fact that his mouth is quite sore from the huge foam ball stuffed inside. It's secured by several layers of duct tape wound round and round his head, so there really is no way to expel the dense mass. He just hopes his nasal passages remain clear, because breathing through his nose is his only option.
And, to make things more difficult, Lindsey decided to take rare advantage of the iron box's strategically placed side-openings. In other words, the five-inch and lower three-inch circular "windows" that normally remain sealed while Max is inside, have now been opened to allow only his head and crotch to protrude through the side of the box facing the girls. He has no way to pull his head back inside either, because the panels fit rather tightly around his neck. Similarly, his cock and balls are still trapped in their damned chastity locks, so he can't possibly withdraw his package back through that narrow hole either.
His back is killing him, too, because his front has to remain pressed so closely against the metal, and slouching is an impossibility in this position.
These distressing discomforts were instantaneously forgotten, however, the moment Lindsey pulled away his blindfold, and he was rewarded with a celestial vision of paradise.
Laying on the bed, spread-eagle and fully nude, is the large breasted dreamgirl named Kristen. Her mouth seems to be stuffed and taped over just like Max's, but that does nothing to distract him from her overwhelming beauty. Her long, brown, curly hair is fanned out beneath her head, and elevated by a fluffy, red-silk pillow. She lies on rich sheets of the same scarlet. Unfortunately, Max sees that her lovely hands and feet have been stretched to the far corners of the bed and secured there by thick, leather cuffs and braided steel.
Lindsey, the cold-hearted harpie, is lying right beside her, and is wearing one of her form-fitting leather catsuits with tight, leather boots that lace up to her knees. Her hair is pulled back into a severe, no-nonsense ponytail, and her lips are glossy and blood-red.
Regrettably, Max has only seconds to enjoy the amazing setting before...
"No, no, no!" he screams suddenly inside his head. Apparently, his imprisoned tool has just caught sight of the same glorious view, and is attempting to stiffen much further than its unforgiving confinement will tolerate. The sharp pains and sinister cramps assail his manhood and severely scramble the fantasies trying to blossom in his mind. So much so that he forgets himself and begins whimpering in frustration through his nose. "Mmh, mmh, mm, mm!"
Lindsey looks up smiling from her enthralling prize, but rapidly meets mutt's eyes with a withering glance of displeasure. "What, mutt? I thought you might enjoy seeing your Goddess at work, but I guess you can't take a hint from the big, fat gag in your mouth. If this is too much for you to handle, fairy boy, I will be happy to lock you away for nighty-night time right now."
Max shakes his head in resolute, obsequious denial, but tries to direct her harsh gaze downward with his own eyes toward the wide-set mesh of steel restraining his penis.
"What do you want, mutt?!!!" her voice rises higher in pitch. Then, looking down, she says, "Yes, you have a very tiny package, I know. Are you trying to say that you just interrupted me to look at your miniscule wiener?"
He shakes his head again, turning it fawningly to the side, in an effort to elicit a single ounce of compassion from the psychopathic witch.
"Ohhh, I know what's going on," her detestably gorgeous smile returns. You want your Mistress to unscrew the hinge so little man winky can straighten out and have some fun too. Is that it?"
Max's protruding, tape-wrapped head nods so quickly in confirmation that he seems to transform into a veritable bobble-head doll in a box. His eyes are wide and full of supplication.
As Lindsey raises herself up and begins to crawl along the sheet like a puma toward his box, Max wonders whether he just made a seriously grave mistake by attracting her attention.
Lindsey, for her part, is whimsically undecided about granting her little cocktoy's wish. Originally, she had planned to make him watch and simply suffer by doing so. But, since she does now have three extraordinary reasons to celebrate, AND since there is not even the slightest possibility of him finding enough friction to squirt his pent-up jizz all over her expensive bedding...
As she crawls forward on all fours, she grabs the zipper beneath her chin and begins pulling it down to expose her ample cleavage. She lowers the fastener down to her belly button, and the black catsuit's tailored ribbing squeezes her breasts outward, keeping her nipples teasingly covered. She watches as mutt's eyes zero in on her bulging orbs.
Max despises her for the sleazy gratefulness he feels when she loosens the screw and raises his cock-tube up to its full height. His woefully neglected penis immediately surges upward inside the perniciously roomy cylinder and begins to pulse with welcome readiness. Finally able to fantasize freely, he begins to study every inch of Kristen's voluptuous form, letting his thoughts go wild.
"Hahahahaa!" Lindsey guffaws. "I see it sticking up now, mutt, but isn't it going to grow bigger too? Are you kidding me?" She grabs the cylinder and gives it a small shake. "Hello, wake up little winky..." She adopts the voice of a little girl asking a friend to come out and play.
Keeping her hand wrapped around the metal, she plants a lipstick kiss on the duct tape sealing mutt's mouth closed. "Oh, I like that shade on you, mutt. We'll have to find some pretty dresses for you to wear since you're more like a woman down here anyway." She gives his package a parting swat with her hand as she turns back to her main course.
Kristen's huge breasts have naturally settled near her armpits as she lies on her back, and Lindsey is automatically reminded of the 'milker' slaves she observed in her father's processing facility. Some of those well-endowed women produced milk on their own, while others had to be given hormone injections in order to qualify for the category. Lindsey never really had a kink for that sort of thing before, but the decadence she witnessed involving those women somehow called out to her darker side.
"Kristen, my dear," she sings the words like a melody while regaining her spot on the bed. "Now now, stop looking away." She cups her captive's taped face and turns it firmly toward herself. "I want your full concentration right here, my slave. I know this must be difficult for you, Kristen We used to be good friends after all. And, to be honest, I still like you. Despite the fact that you just had to give three strange men head at my bidding, I really hold no personal ill will toward you." She strokes the soft, wispy hair of her long-coveted doll's forehead.
Kristen tries to block out the impossible nightmare she's in by looking away, but with Lindsey's breath of peppermint and gothically beautiful face now flooding her senses, she can't pretend this isn't absolutely real. On the other hand, if she has any hope of escaping, she will have to pay attention to Lindsey's motivations for doing all these horrible things to her and her friends.
"I've had a crush on you from the very beginning, Kristen, but I knew that the puritanical upbringing your sorry excuse for parents gave you would never allow us to be together that way. Remember when we saw Sally Hoffmeier holding hands with her butch girlfriend downtown? The disgusted look on your face almost broke my heart, you know." Lindsey's eyes lose focus for a moment and she stops speaking.
"Nnnhh, mmhh..." Kristen tries to express her sincere feelings of regret and empathy, but she can only chew on the slick, rubber sphere cramming her mouth, and causing her jaw to ache so badly. If she had only known that Lindsey harbored this secret attraction to her, maybe they could have talked and remained friends or something, and she wouldn't be here now.
Of course, regardless of Kristen's genuine pity for her troubled classmate, people who make the choice to be "gay" just need proper counseling and guidance to help them back onto the right path. If she could only reason with the obviously spoiled Lindsey and help her resolve her internal conflicts, this could maybe all go away.
When Lindsey's heavily shadowed eyes look up at her again, though, a shudder passes through Kristen, and she cringes seeing the feral gleam suddenly ignited deep within her glare. She watches as Lindsey reaches toward the floor on her side of the bed and rifles through some sort of leather bag.
"Let me show you something you've probably never seen before, my little sexpot. These are called vampire claws, and they can create many different sensations depending on how they're used. Just ask mutt whenever you get the chance. He just loves these, don't you boy?"
She flexes her razor-tipped fingers inches away from Kristen's worried face. The light steel gloves have been designed to fit her hands perfectly, and she always remembers to clean them antiseptically after every use, given their propensity for bloodletting.
Interestingly enough, from her studies of the company's databases, she found that the Research department has designed a pair just like these, but with micro-filament feeder tubes that supply the nail tips with various poisons or neural toxins. Hers are the basic model, but she plans to add the upgraded gadgets to her growing repository of slave equipment soon.
Lindsey waves her fingers menacingly in front of Kristen's taped mouth, turning them over for her to study in detail. Then, without warning, she bends all but her middle finger and plunges the steel digit directly into the center of the tape. It goes in up to her first knuckle, causing Kristen's terrified eyes to bulge in their sockets. Her muted, nasal scream causes a rush of giddy power to flood the pleasure receptors of Lindsey's brain. Especially as the naked brunette writhes on the bed, hauling frantically at her bonds in terror.
"Oh! Silly me. Sometimes I slip," she mocks while withdrawing the bladed finger. A tiny hole is left in the tape, but the foam ball inside seems unaffected. Kristen's breathing, however, has become quite rapid and ragged.
"Vampire claws are really sharp here, you see on the very tip? But, this part, as it rounds further down can be used safely on the skin as long as the pressure is extremely light. Watch, see?"
She barely touches the top of Kristen's chest with the claws, skimming her way slowly downward. "Tsk, tsk, I wouldn't breathe so heavily if I were you. That's a good way to get yourself torn up by these things. Now, calm... Shhhh, calm, yessss..."
Max is beside himself horny. His hands are free inside the box, and he pretends the flat, cold metal is actually the warm body of the flawless Kristen before him on the bed. What he wouldn't give to be her knight in shining armor, to charge in and rescue her from the crazy bitch, and to take her away to live forever with him in eternal bliss somewhere.
"Stop making all that noise, mutt!" Lindsey berates him again. "I know you're excited, but stop moving around so much in there, you horn-dog. Oh, look look Kristen! See his little peepee with the pre-cum starting to leak out? Can you even imagine that pencil dick trying to please a woman?" she asks conspiratorially, throwing her head back to crow with laughter.
Lindsey continues to tease Kristen's goosebumped flesh with the blades until she has her worked up to an appropriate level of suspense. Having practiced on mutt several times in the past with just a few inadvertent scars left behind on his body, she knows now how to deftly wield the scissorhands. She won't draw any blood... this time.
With the relief clearly evident on Kristen's tense face, Lindsey removes the silver gloves and puts them aside. Then, she immediately wraps her hands around the base of the girl's left breast. "You don't know how long I've waited to do this, my playtoy." She gathers the plentiful mass of tissue together until the latina girl's breast bulges from between her squeezing hands, and then brings her tongue closer to lick the stiffened nipple.
Allowing her sadistic side to show through, she closes her hands tighter around the base of Kristen's ripe melon and begins squeezing it harder, as if trying to force all the air into the other side of a balloon. She delights as the squishy flesh tightens in her grasp and her captive's nipple hardens between her lips.
As Kristen moans in discomfort, Lindsey sucks more insistently on the bud to see what happens. But, no milk is secreted. Lindsey decides that this is probably a good thing, because she really has no kink for drinking breast milk. Blech! Besides, she knows where to obtain the chemicals if she ever wants Kristen to be a producer.
"Tell your supreme Goddess, Kristen. Have you ever let another girl do this to you? No? Hehehe, yes, I thought not." She releases her stranglehold of Kristen's plump mammary, and slides her left hand lower down the girl's flat stomach.
"Sshhh, calm down," she purrs as she slowly reaches Kristen's pubic mound with her fingers. "You will have to get used to my touching you all over. This pussy belongs to me now, and I will do with it as I please. I really hope you don't mind that I took the liberty of having you bitches undergo permanent electrolysis while you were comatose. At least you will never have to shave your legs, armpits, or pussies again.". She glances up at mutt suddenly.
"Look, I even think mutt approves of this pretty, bald pussy, Kristen. See how his lollipop is bobbing up and down inside the tube. I bet he would love to stick that thing inside your warm love canal. The problem is that you wouldn't even notice it was there. So, we should probably never let THAT happen. What would be the point anyway?" she asks, her ponytail bouncing as she giggles.
"Well, we definitely know mutt is turned on. Now, let's see if miss big-tits goody-two-shoes enjoyed having her nipples sucked by another female, shall we?"
Kristen shakes her head in pleading as her tragically flawed friend's hand moves even lower down her bare crotch. A wave of nausea flows through her and leaves her mind dizzy as she comes to terms with what's about to happen. She begins to shake in her bonds as Lindsey intimately violates her flower.
"Let's see what the verdict is.." Lindsey trails off as she worms her finger between the folds of the shy girl's sex. "Kristen!" she blurts in false astonishment. "You lesbo-slut!" With her mouth hanging open, she withdraws her digit and sticks it in front of Kristen's tear-filling eyes. "Look how wet you are! And, all I did was lick your nipple for a few seconds. I had no idea you would love it so much!"
Lindsey adores these mind games. This one in particular is for all the anguish she had to go through herself when Kristen made it clear she would reject any of Lindsey's advances. Thinking that payback is a real bitch, Lindsey smears her wet finger over the duct tape right below Kristen's nose, so she can smell her own shameful arousal.
"Ok, you two, now we have a problem," Lindsey complains as she raises herself to her knees on the bed and looks down at both of them in turn with hands on her narrow waist. Her black, glossy nails tap a steady beat against the dark leather of her catsuit.
"Someone in this room is going to be eating pussy tonight. And, we only need one person this time. I thought you, Kristen, would have absolutely turned down the offer, but you creamed up like a dikey whore just from a few nipple licks. Look at me, cunt!". She smiles down with a predatory grin. "That's better."
Switching focus, she goes on, "Now mutt is no stranger to pussy. I did him a HUGE favor training that worthless tongue of his to hit all the right spots. I mean, I did have to beat his ass raw with a cane whenever he pretended that he was too tired to keep up, but now he knows exactly how his Mistress likes it."
"Hmmm, what to do?" she continues. Even though she decided on her plans hours ago, she builds up the tension in the room by letting her cool stare drift back and forth between her helpless playtoys.
'Well, Kristen, you probably do need the most practice. Don't shake your head at me! You're clearly turned on by women. That juiced up pussy of yours can't lie. Fine, keep denying the truth."
Abruptly, she climbs off the bed and opens a drawer in the rustic, medieval side table. "I've made my choice," she lies as she withdraws a vibrating egg, and efficiently remounts the bed.
"Since miss cow-udders here refuses to admit the truth of her glaring homosexuality," she rolls her eyes, "I have no choice but to prove her wrong. And, just to make things interesting, let's have a wager on the outcome of this test of preference. Kristen, if you can keep from reaching orgasm with my girl-tongue swirling around your sexbox, then I'll let you spend tonight all alone in my spacious, comfortable bed."
She turns the egg's remote up to full speed, and her eyes light up watching the oval squirm across her leveled palm. "However, if you confirm my and mutt's suspicions and cum like a lesbian whore, I'm going to make you give my pansy-slave here the blowjob of his life since he's been such a good boy lately."
Kristen's head swims, and her blurry eyes rove the large chamber for something or someone, anything to save her from this outrageous assault to her modesty. Finally, she just tenses her body and screws her eyes shut, awaiting the inevitable oral violation as she feels her tormentor move into position between her legs.
After kissing the insides of Kristen's smooth thighs for a few tender moments, Lindsey dives right into action. Her greedy tongue covers every inch of her tasty conquest's labia for several minutes. And, as soon as the lovely Kristen begins to lift her pelvis in responsive, irrepressible need, Lindsey tongue-bathes her clit like the sweetest of candies.
Reaching a hand between the legs of her own catsuit, she rubs herself right in front of mutt's flushed face. She wants to make sure her boxed gimp-boy has plenty of visuals to drive him mad with lust. Not to mention, it feels wonderful to press the pliant leather against her own moistening slit.
Once the bashful pussy before her is dripping wet, she slowly inserts the vibrating egg until its shape is nestled right up against her conquest's g-spot. Then, resuming her clitoral tongue-play, she sets the egg's remote to a low buzzing and massages Kristen's exquisitely sensitive area.
Kristen has tried to fight the unwelcome sensations. "I'm not a lesbian. I have no control over this. I'm not a lesbian. I'M NOT A LESBIAN!" she yells to the world inside her mind, even as the throaty, animal moans are repeatedly forced out of her. Her hands are clenched into tight fists, and her toes are curling downward, anxiously trying to thwart the storm growing in her belly.
Abruptly, her ebbing will to fight vanishes completely, and the only things in the universe that matter anymore are the voracious spot between her legs and the whirlwind of ecstasy that is Lindsey's mouth. Now bereft of all prejudices and sensibilities, she cums like never before and a million stars explode behind her eyelids.
As soon as Lindsey's new, favorite slave begins to relax and come down from her awesome climax, Lindsey backs off and extinguishes the egg. "It's ok, Kristen, I already knew the truth about you. And, don't worry. Mutt will tell you how many opportunities you will have in the very near future to worship your Goddess' flower in return. Now that we ALL know how much you can't wait for it."
Climbing lazily off the bed, she wipes her lips while checking herself in the nearby full-length dressing mirror. Turning around, she can't help but pose in the sexy catsuit. Her tight ass looks so amazing in this one.
"Alright, Kristen, a deal's a deal. Mutt and I called it correctly, so you owe him some of your time. Your feet will stay where they are, but I need to release your hands so you can reach the box. I can have the handlers come in and do this their way, or we can do it the easy way. Your choice..." she grins, "...dike."
Kristen is drained after the day's events, and she has no fight left. Plus, the guilt she feels having just made a lesbian spectacle of herself only adds to her misery. With her eyes half closed, she weakly nods her assent.
"Oh come on. Don't be so cheerless. Just think, you could be strapped down to a sawhorse and servicing forty of my servants with your mouth like Mandy's doing right now. And, at least you're not going to spend the evening staked out with the hounds outside on the bare dirt of the kennels like that other CUNT, Andrea." She fails to keep the venom from her voice at mention of her ex-rival.
Kristen remains soberly quiet, so Lindsey releases her hands and prompts her to crawl toward mutt. "Wow, I have to admit, those funbags of yours are impressive, Kristen. Why don't you make sure mutt is good and ready for his blowjob by shaking those oversize titties right in his face? Come on, get closer. Closer! Yes, I think mutt likes that. Now rub those big tata's all over his face. Good girl!"
A short time ago, Max would have been happy to have this moment last forever. Kristen's breasts are to die for, and she smells sooooo good. But, he also knows what's coming up next, and this might be the most thrilling instant of his young life. Absently, he begins to seriously wonder whether all the hardships leading up to this event might actually have been worth it.
"Ok, that's enough foreplay, you silly lovebirds. Turn this way, Kristen. We need to remove that tape and gag from your mouth." Because she's confident in her use of the vampire claws, she dons them again to slice through the layers of tape, and plucks the foam ball out of Kristen's mouth.
"Ok, there it is. Get started," Lindsey lifts her eyebrows. "What are you waiting for? Suck it!"
Kristen is confused. "I don't... Lindsey, can't we just..."
SMACK!
A full-handed slap connects solidly with Kristen's face. "I didn't give you permission to speak, slave!" She shoves a hand through Kristen's curly mane of hair and jerks her head back with force. "Put your mouth around mutt's cock-tube before I become angry," she says into her ear, lowering her voice to a whisper.
A look of revulsion appears on Kristen's face, as if she's about to drink spoiled milk, but she knows Lindsey is dangerously serious. Trying not to think about the shiny thread of cum hanging from the tube's metal end, she opens her mouth and accepts the rounded cylinder slowly inside.
Max is dumbfounded. She said he was going to get a real blowjob! This isn't right. It's not fair! His straining cock feels the beauty's hot breath enveloping its length, but that's all! No, no!" He pushes his crotch forward as far as he can, desperate to feel her luscious lips wrapped sensually around his dick. He longs to feel her cute tongue lapping at his swollen cockhead. Instead, he sees her giving pleasure to the despised metal container, denying him what he wants most in the world right now. He looks up at Lindsey on the verge of crying in frustration, and starts to beg her the only way he can.
"Ohhh, Kristen, I think it's working," Lindsey taunts. "Listen to the pussy moan while you suck on his tiny tube. Go down further on it and give my slaveboy the pleasure he so deserves. Be ready though, because I expect he'll explode any moment now. In fact, let's give him another minute to finish." She bends over Kristen until she is face to face with mutt. Savoring her power, she purrs "Whenever you're ready, mutt."
Max can only watch as Kristen takes the cylinder erotically further into her mouth, while he feels nothing but the free throbbing of his untouched member. He grabs and squeezes his tired legs inside the box just to have some sort of skin-on-skin contact. As he pants out continuous groans of lust, he consoles himself by thinking that at least he'll have these vivid mental pictures to sustain him.
"Time!" Lindsey calls out, unable to hide her glee. "Holy shit, mutt. I give you the chance to finally orgasm with a stunning woman blowing you, and you just waste it. I mean, I hate to think I was right all along, but you clearly prefer men. So, next time we'll see if a dude can get you off."
Lashing out suddenly, Lindsey grabs his nose and pinches his nostrils shut, fully cutting off his air supply. Using her other hand, she grips the short hair at the crown of his head and shoves his neck downward against the rounded lower edge of the hole. "That's enough fun for pussyboy this evening," she pronounces through clenching teeth. She pushes his head down further as he impotently struggles to breathe.
"Ok, Kristen, loosen the screw down there and as soon as his shrimp-stick shrivels, tilt that tube downward until it touches the big ring around his nutsack. There you go, that's a good girl. All the way down, yes. Ok, now make sure the screw is nice and tight, so we can put mutt where he won't bother us anymore tonight." After only a few seconds, she releases her hold to let mutt suck in copious streams of oxygen.
As far as Lindsey is concerned the evening has just begun, and she summons her attentive handlers by simply calling out to them. She directs the quartet of men in dark fatigues who enter the chamber to seal mutt back into his container and put him in a separate room.
"Thank you, gentlemen. And, please put the ring gag over there in that one's mouth, turn her over onto her stomach, and re-secure her hands to the top corners of the bed."
Once the handler's have departed, box in tow, Lindsey retrieves a lightweight rattan cane with her family's dragon emblem etched into its contoured handle. Sliding her catsuit's zipper further down her body until it opens below her crotch, she says, "Alright, Kristen. It's time for you to return your Goddess' favor. And, don't fret. Your little dike tongue will have the same motivation to learn that mutt had," she says, caressing the springy cane like a lover in her hands.
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