[Note: this is part two of a very long story. It was never written
with the intent of making it public. It is very much an anything
goes piece of sex fiction. It will eventually cover many taboo
areas. Anyone that might feel uncomfortable with that should not
start reading it! But having been intended as a sort of novel, it
starts off fairly slow.
The story will speak for itself. I have decided to upload it
for only one reason only. I hope for some feed-back from any who do
read it.
Recently, someone on this bbs started a series of stories
called Cute** (num.01 and up.) He encouraged replies be uploaded as
files named cutec**. You may reach me similarly. While I do not
intend to incorporate anything into this story that would conflict
with the plot as it was originally concieved, there are enough open
areas for characters and situations suggested by the readers.
The chapters of this story will be named Sunder** (01 and up)
Comments and suggestions may be posted as Sund-c**.txt (where **
are the numbers 1 and up.)
I hope that somebody out there enjoys this.
The next chapter should be ready by next week. I have no idea how
long it will take to get the next one after that done.
.................................The Author. (anon-sk)
CHAPTER TWO
Danielle
Security did not treat her gently. She was locked in a small
empty room and had questions barked at her over an intercom. She
answered them all with growing anxiety. She had to give them the
names of all those people she'd had close contact with over the
last several years. She had to list every possible place that had
records of her. After several of her answers, she was made to wait
while they ran computer checks to verify her information. The
impression she got was that once they knew where to look, they
could break into any data system with ease. During all this she
felt almost totally defenceless sitting there in only her dress and
nothing else. After an hour and a half, they were done with her. It
was only then that her so called security liaison came to get her.
The door to her interrogation cell opened and a tall, willowy
brunette casually sauntered in. The brunette's outfit, however, was
anything but casual. Bizarre and menacing would have been closer to
the mark. It consisted of a silver-studded leather corset complete
with knife sheath and shoulder-holster, a tight, short, black
leather skirt, knee-high leather boots, and a fancy black lace cape
complete with a hood. Her forearms were engulfed in skin-tight
leather as well, and brass knuckles on the right hand completed the
picture. It was only after Danielle got over the shock of the
outfit that she noticed how sexy the brunette herself was.
"So you're the mistress's new toy." She looked Danielle up and
down critically. "You're not really my type, but you're not bad. My
name is Maria -- Maria Perdutta. Around here they call me "Mary of
the lost soul"." She smiled as she said this. "That's what Perdutta
means -- lost. And yes," she paused dramatically, "I have no soul.
Have you ever made love to a woman before, Danielle?"
She should have been taken aback, but somehow, Danielle had
expected this query. Of course, considering the events of the day
so far, especially Ms. Sunder's orders, and the outfit Maria was
wearing, it hadn't taken genius to anticipate this line of
questioning. Danielle was surprised at how quickly she answered
yes, however. She was not usually the kind of woman who shared her
personal experiences. She put it down to conditioning. She'd spent
the last couple of hours answering personal questions after all.
Maria shook her head. "Too bad. I do enjoy forcing myself on
straight women and first-timers. I guess I'll have to settle for
simply testing your limits. And then exceeding them. Follow me."
Maria closed the cape over her front. This conveniently concealed
her weaponry. It also looked very chic.
She lead Danielle to yet another heavily guarded elevator.
This one had no operator. Maria slipped a card out of a pocket in
her skirt and inserted it in the uppermost of three slots. She
rapidly punched in some sort of combination, and the elevator
started down. She quickly removed the card and set it in the bottom
slot. She punched a second combination. She glanced at Danielle who
had watched all this silently, smiled, but offered no comment.
Danielle studied Maria with a grudging appreciation. The
security woman was not as tall as she'd first thought, but was
easily five eight. That was after making allowances for the boots,
which weren't high-heeled but were thick soled, like combat boots.
Her slender build made her look taller. Maria looked like a model
who had gone to ninja school. Her limbs looked sculpted in steel
for all their feminine lines. She wore her hair short, straight at
the sides and back, wavy in front. Her face had a subtle angularity
that reminded Danielle of those actresses that played Russian spies
in James Bond movies. She had hawk-like eyes, that made her
sensuous mouth look cruel. Her neck was long and slender as were
her arms. The corset suggested small but pert breasts, and a
girlish middle. Her hips were compact. Her legs were long and slim.
She moved with a grace Danielle's experienced eye could only
ascribe to the martial arts. It was a grace akin to, but much more
menacing than, Danielle's own.
The elevator door opened to reveal a large, high-ceilinged
room. It was all concrete, the floors, the walls, and even the
ceiling. Red neon lit it garishly. The floor was damp and cold, and
Danielle was still barefoot. She'd left her shoes at security!
"Ms. Perdutta, I think I forgot my shoes upstairs," she said
uncertainly.
Maria turned to look at her. "Call me Mistress Maria. As for
your shoes, you can grab another pair when we get to your
apartment. You can pick these ones up tomorrow. You really won't
need them much anyway."
She resumed moving through this room, leading Danielle to a
section of wall that slid silently up when Maria placed her hand on
it and pushed. More spy stuff, thought Danielle. This whole thing
was too much! And it was too late to back out. She was sure!
They entered another room much like the last, except there
were three huge limousines parked here. One of them had its motor
running, and a young woman stood beside the right rear door. She
wore a skimpy chauffeur's outfit. This was, of course, perfectly in
keeping with everything else so far. She, like Maria, was a
brunette, with long, luxuriously thick black hair. She was taller
than Maria, and wider built. She wasn't stocky or anything, just
big-boned. Considering Maria, herself, and now this girl, Danielle
wondered if Adelle had a fetish for olive complexions.
They walked up to their driver, and Maria went to her toes and
kissed her lips. "Gereti, this is Danielle. If she lasts, she'll be
the new executive. For now, she's nothing. We'll be going to her
place to clear it, then we're going to the mansion. Did security
give you the address?"
Gereti grinned. "Yes, Oh Lost One. We're ready to roll. Let me
just get a look at this bitch. Will you give me a shot at her?"
"Maybe. I've nothing against the idea, but it depends how much
leeway we'll have time-wise. You'll have to push that pedal pretty
hard."
Gereti walked around Danielle, inspecting her. This gave
Danielle a chance to return the favour. Gereti, she decided, had
either a Spanish or Portuguese heritage. She was more handsome than
beautiful, though her face was pretty enough, and her figure was
shapely. The outfit she wore consisted of a dark blue jacket over
a light grey shirt, a thin, dark grey leather tie, and a skirt of
blue suede that reached only to her mid thigh. She had powerful
looking legs. Her feet were bare. They were big and plain, and
rough-looking. In the end, Gereti was just barely too feminine to
be called butch, Danielle decided.
During this time, Gereti had circled around her, and had
returned to stand before her. Suddenly, she moved in close, swept
a leg behind Danielle's, and pushed her down, tripping her to the
floor. Stunned, Danielle fell down hard, barely getting her hands
out to help cushion the impact. Gereti reached down and grabbed a
slender ankle with each of her big, strong hands. She pulled
Danielle's legs up and apart, and Danielle's skirt slid down about
her hips. With the toes of one foot, Gereti pulled the skirt down
about Danielle's waist and gazed on her victim's bare cunt and ass.
Maria crouched down near Danielle's head. "Don't fight it if
you know what's good for you." To Gereti she said, "What do you
think? Not bad, eh?"
Gereti's smile was wide. "Kind of hard to tell with all that
fur. It's times like this I can appreciate why the Mistress has us
shaved. But she does look juicy. Had you taken a look already?"
Maria shook her head. "No. It's a first for me too. She looks
like fun. She says she has experience with women."
"But not with women like us, I'll bet," Gereti laughed. "I'd
really like to ride her for a while."
"We'll go to her apartment first and get her stuff. We'll see
if we have time to stop for fun and games when we're well on our
way to the mansion. We can get comfortable then and not have to
worry about appearing in public afterwards."
Gereti sighed. She lifted a foot and ran it down the inside of
a lush, tight thigh. Then she ran it over Danielle's pelvis and
finally over her slit, which she found hot and moist. She ground
her toes forcefully against Danielle's clit, eliciting a gasp.
"You're the boss, Maria. I'll see what I can do about making up the
time. This one will be hot, I can tell."
She wiped her foot on Danielle's dress and let go her ankles.
But she wasn't quite yet finished with her. She moved up to stand
over the more petite woman's head, squatted, and raised her own
skirt up around her waist. She had a nice, wide, round ass, tight
and firm, to go with her big, sleek legs. Her crotch was shaved
smooth, without even the least hint of stubble. She had plump outer
lips that she spread to reveal her short, thick labia minor, and a
thick, stubby clit. "Take a good look, Danielle. Isn't it pretty?
It's so nice and hairless. With any luck, by tonight you can tell
me what you think of the taste." Then she moved off Danielle, and
went to open the car door for Maria.
Maria was still crouched down at Danielle's head, a cruel leer
on her pretty face. She'd enjoyed Gereti's little exhibition! Now
she slapped Danielle's face sharply and snapped, "Get up, bitch.
You can rest on your back later." She stood herself and made no
effort to help Danielle to her feet.
As soon as Danielle was up, Maria shoved her into the car. She
climbed in after her and shut the door. Gereti got in behind the
wheel, and they began pulling out of the garage. Danielle did not
see how, for her observations were limited to the large passenger
area. It was about eight feet long by five wide. There was a plush
seat along the rear end. The rest of the space was taken up by a
silk-covered mat. The windows, which had seemed mirrored from the
outside turned out to be opaque. Two small spotlights provided
illumination. There was a wall between the driver and passenger
section. Set up by one side of the seat was a two-way video monitor
by which Maria could communicate with Gereti if the need arose.
Danielle had sat on the seat, which was soft and yielding,
seeming to hug her bottom. Then Maria had entered and thrown her
onto the floor mat. "No dear slut, the seat is for people, and
you're not people yet." She studied Danielle's face, looking for
any sign of annoyance. What she found looked more like thinly
veiled terror. "Are you having second thoughts?"
"It's too late for that now, isn't it," Danielle whispered.
Maria laughed, but somehow without cruelty or derision this
time. "Oh yes, dear. When you join Asunder, you join for life. You
belong to Adelle now, just like Gereti and I do. If you're lucky,
you'll learn to put up with the harsher aspects and enjoy the
benefits."
"There are benefits?" Danielle said dryly.
Maria slid off her seat to kneel before Danielle. "For you,
not many yet. You face a long period of initiation during which
time you must prove your loyalty and usefulness. But if you do,
then your job will allow you to pull rank on any of the Mistress's
personal staff, and some of the company personnel too. Then you'll
be in charge of me and you can revenge anything I do to you now as
many times as will make you happy. But until then, you're a nobody
--a very lovely, sexy, feminine nobody. Gereti and I, and all of
the other servants the Mistress gives leave to do so, will use and
abuse and enjoy you as we please."
Then she leaned forward, cupped Danielle's face with her long
slim hands, and drew it in to her own. She put her mouth to
Danielle's and kissed it. Her tongue made a brief exploration of
Danielle's oral cavity, then withdrew, and Maria bit one of
Danielle's lips instead. She did all this with a gentle ferocity,
and Danielle couldn't help but respond. Her breathing quickened,
and she felt the heat rise between her legs. Even the thought of
how exposed her loins were, and of how she had to allow this woman
to use her, contributed to her arousal.
"Lie down," Maria ordered her breathlessly, and pushed her
onto her back. "Now spread your legs." Danielle obeyed, putting a
foot down on either side of Maria's kneeling form. Maria grabbed
the hem of Danielle's skirt and pulled it up. "Raise your ass up."
When Danielle did that, Maria pulled the cloth out from under
Danielle's ass and left it draped about her waist. "Bend your knees
and bring them in towards your head, then spread them as far apart
as you can." This left Danielle's pussy staring up into Maria's
face, fully exposed and nicely vulnerable.
Maria put her fingers to Danielle's pouting outer lips and
spread them. She licked her lips as she studied the wet snatch.
"So, I turn you on, eh. That's very good. You have a lovely pussy,
Danielle. Do you have any idea how much abuse it can expect?" Maria
looked over into Danielle's eyes as she asked that. Danielle shook
her head. Maria looked back down at the open cunt. "Have you ever
had your cunt whipped? I don't mean just any sissy love-whipping
either, with a light-weight nylon cat. I mean with a heavy, braided
leather whip. Or how about fire? Have you ever had hot wax dripped
onto your clit, or had candles or cigarettes put out against your
labia?"
Danielle went a little pale and remained silent. Maria's words
didn't shock her after everything else that had happened to her
today. Her dance teacher had got her kicks having Danielle read
passages from Sade's La Nouvelle Justine, and from Reage's Story
of O, so the idea of torture wasn't new. The thought of it being
done to her though was very frightening. However, what was truly
odd was that deep inside her, something found the idea of being
abused in such exotic ways exciting. She knew that the reality
would mean pain. The fantasy still enticed her. Perhaps, Danielle
admitted to herself, she was more of a submissive and masochist
than she had let herself believe. She knew though that she could
not trust these people to respect her limits, and that they would
use her to their satisfaction, not hers.
Maria went on. "For now, I'm just going to take a taste. After
we're done at your place, we'll have some real fun." She dropped
her mouth to Danielle's pink. Danielle let out a moan and her body
shuddered its release. She had been primed for sex by the events of
the day. She would not have believed it had she been told about it
this morning.
And Maria's mouth was hot, hungry and able. The sexy woman
stuck her tongue out and rubbed the top of it along the length of
Danielle's snatch, at the same time flicking the tip of it in and
out between the swelling lips. Then her mouth tried to suck in as
much of Danielle as it could, as Maria kissed the pussy open-
mouthed, like some long-lost lover. Maria was moaning her own
pleasure, and making sounds of appreciation. Danielle felt a tingle
beginning in her toes, which wanted to curl into her feet and hide,
and working its way rapidly up her body. Her nipples were burning,
demanding attention, but she could not bring herself to play with
them in front of this woman.
Then, just as Danielle had begun anticipating an earth-
shattering orgasm, Maria pulled away from her. Danielle, her hands
clenched into fists at her side to keep them from pulling Maria's
hair, instinctively thrust her pelvis up. She realized what she was
doing when she heard Maria laughing at her. Her face grew red with
embarrassment, and Maria laughed harder. She closed her legs,
fighting the urge to finish the orgasm off herself, whimpering her
disappointment.
"You are a hot little minx!" Maria said, pleased. "Let's see
if you're still like that when we get serious later. I can't wait
to sit on your face. I want to find out if that pretty kisser is
good for more than ornamentation." She got back onto the car seat
and pushed a button on the armrest. "Gereti, where are we, dear
cunt?"
Danielle could hear the pout in Gereti's voice. "Don't dear
me! I can hear you having fun with her without me!"
"All I did was taste her pussy. I haven't had any real fun
with her yet."
"How's she taste?"
"Tart and tangy, you big dyke. Now how about that progress
report?"
Gereti laughed. "Watch who you call a dyke! We should be
pulling up in front of her apartment in about five or ten minutes.
It depends on how many lights we hit."
"The less it takes, the better your chances of having fun with
our pretty little passenger," Maria playfully taunted her friend.
"I hear you. Five then. Now let me drive!"
Maria grinned and switched off the intercom. "Not long now,
sugar-walls. Not long now at all."
In fact, they made it in less than five minutes. Several times
during that span, Danielle felt the car lurch violently beneath
her. Gereti was cutting corners it seemed. Maria remained on the
car seat, content to wait for the rest of the ride. She entertained
herself by making sexy faces at Danielle, sticking out and
wriggling her tongue suggestively, and miming vicious little bites.
Danielle remained as Maria had left her, naked from the waist down.
She wasn't taking any ungranted liberties.
The car came to a stop. "We're here," Gereti informed them
unnecessarily. "Is everybody decent?"
"Depends on how you mean that," Maria returned. She looked at
Danielle. "Fix yourself up, slut. When we go in there, your life
will be on the line. Act natural, and don't draw any undue
attention. Understand me?"
"Yes Mistress Maria," Danielle said submissively. She got to
her knees and fixed her skirt, biting her lower lip nervously. She
couldn't help but draw some stares walking into the lobby wearing
a formal outfit and no shoes. Hopefully nobody would notice. The
situation would be funny if she didn't feel so frightened.
The door opened. Gereti stood outside it, a conspiratorial
smirk on her face. "I'll wait with the car. Make it quick, Maria,
and I'll do my share with the driving."
Maria got out and waited for Danielle to join her. They made
their way in through the front doors. Danielle watched as Maria
took out her key chain and opened the security door. She'd
forgotten to wonder how they'd get in without her purse. They went
straight to the elevator. There was no one around. The elevator was
waiting. Danielle breathed a sigh of relief as the doors slid shut
on them and they began their journey to the ninth floor.
The corridor to Danielle's apartment was a dingy off-white
color that had degenerated to a sickly yellow. The paint was
cracked and peeling, and there was a faint odour of garbage under
the masking fragrance of disinfectant. Maria wrinkled her nose,
then grinned. "I think you'll find the mansion a nice change. The
servants' quarters will seem like luxury suites, and the dungeons
will make you feel at home."
They reached the door to Danielle's apartment and Maria used
Danielle's key to let them in. The apartment was a tidy two room
affair, consisting of a kitchen-living room-dinette, and a bedroom
with toilet and bath. It was sparsely furnished though immaculately
tidy. Maria looked around haughtily. "At least you won't be leaving
much behind. You're stuff is in the bedroom I assume?"
Danielle nodded. "Yes."
Maria preceded her inside. "Let's not keep Gereti waiting.
You've got luggage?"
For an answer, Danielle went to the closet and took out one
large, rather ill-used suitcase. She put it on the bed and opened
it. "This is all I have."
"Very quaint. But it'll do. You're to take only business
outfits. You may also take an extra set of dress shoes if you have
them. I'll give you ten minutes."
Danielle hurriedly began sorting through her meagre wardrobe
and came up with two must keep outfits, and a half-dozen fair ones.
She stuffed them into the suitcase with minimal care. There was no
way she could pack them to avoid wrinkling and meet her time limit.
Then she selected a pair of black high-heeled pumps, threw them on
top of the dresses, and forced the suitcase closed. Then she
reconsidered, opened the suitcase, took out the shoes, and slipped
them on. She held her breath, but Maria made no comment. Perhaps
she too had seen the incongruity of Danielle prancing around the
building barefoot.
"All done?" asked her security chaperon. When Danielle nodded
Maria snapped, "Then let's go!" She started out of the apartment to
the elevator, and there was a brisk anticipation to her walk.
Danielle followed, suit case in hand, trepidation in her heart.
This time, when the elevator doors opened, it showed the car
to be occupied. A petite, curly-haired blond woman, perhaps in her
early thirties was riding down to ground level with a pair of young
girls, presumably her daughters. The girls seemed to be about
twelve and ten respectively. Both were slender, sweet-faced honey-
blonds like their mother, though their hair was straight. The
girls' mother smiled shyly, then stared at Maria, obviously
startled by her outfit. The little girls stared too with their big
golden-green eyes.
As the elevator made its way down to the lobby, the young
mother spoke up. "Pardon me for staring. That's a very," she
paused, groping for the word she wanted, "unusual outfit."
Maria was all charm. "Thank you very much," she said
haltingly. She'd suddenly acquired an accent. Danielle tried not to
look surprised. It was a good accent -- subtle, not the contrived
exaggeration one often heard used in movies. "One of the, how do
you say ... fringe benefits? It is one of the bonuses of my work to
keep some outfits."
The woman and her daughters looked on in wonder. "Are you a
model?"
Maria seemed to blush, and Danielle marvelled at the woman's
mental agility as well as her acting skills. "Yes. Not a very
famous one. But I work at it. Are these lovely children your
daughters?"
The woman smiled, suddenly friendly and trusting. "Yes."
Maria smiled, raised an eyebrow in a simulation of disbelief,
and said, "You must have been very young." Then, as the woman
blushed in turn and nodded, Maria asked "What are their names?"
The woman beamed. "This is Anne," she said, introducing the
older one, "and the other is Elizabeth. My name is Yolanda
Makecivek."
The elevator doors opened. "Marissa," said Maria, extending
her hand. "Marissa D'Angelos. I'm so sorry we can not talk, but I
must get to the airport. I must go to Milan. Maybe when I come
back?"
"I'm in twelve ten. I'd love the company! Will you be in town
again soon?"
Maria nodded enthusiastically. Danielle felt like she was
watching an oscar winning performance. "In two weeks for a swim-
wear shooting. I'll come say hello."
"Maybe you could have dinner! I'd love to hear about the
fashion business! If you don't mind of course?"
Maria shrugged. "It is not too interesting of itself. It is
the travel and the meeting people that is fun. But if you wish to
hear it, we will talk. Arrivederci!"
And getting into the limo was a perfect ending to the charade,
as Ms. Makecivek watched them enviously. She hadn't even thought to
question Danielle's part in this. Gereti had the trunk open.
Danielle put the suitcase in without being asked. Gereti then held
the door open for them, a model of the aloof servant. Danielle let
Maria in first, then followed. The lady and her daughters waved
good-bye, smiling.
As soon as the car door shut on them, Maria burst out
laughing. She lay down on the mat, clutching her middle, fighting
the giggles. Danielle found it quite at odds with her prior
assessment of this woman's character. The car set off in a hurry,
the acceleration pressing Danielle into the seat bottom. Gereti at
least still had one thing on her mind.
Maria finally caught her breath. "Was I good or what! Nicely
played, Danielle. You've passed one test already. What did you
think of the little girls? Weren't they darlings?" She stared at
Danielle awaiting an answer.
"They were pretty."
"We won't be going back there for dinner. But even if we
wanted to, Yolanda won't feel like entertaining guests when her
little treasures disappear."
Danielle felt a chill dance its way down her spine. Maria
crawled over to the seat and opened a panel beside the armrest. Out
came a phone. As Danielle watched in horrid fascination, Maria
punched out five numbers and waited. When she spoke, her
instructions were clear despite the semi-cryptic terms she used.
"Security central, this is Lost Soul. Code; Romeo kills Juliette.
I have a recommendation for pick up. Two pre-pube femmes at the
Dumac address, suite twelve ten. Copy?" She listened to the answer
and smiled. "Take them to the mansion," she continued. "We'll let
the Mistress decide their fate."
Maria hung up and looked over at Danielle, amused. "In case
you're wondering, there are standing orders to report any
situations where pretty girl-children may be easily abducted. This
looked like a good bet. There will be two for the price of one, in
a run-down, security-lax building, with a probable single mom." Her
eyes turned hard. "I'm telling you this because if you succeed in
holding your new position, you'll have to deal with the disposition
of such chattel that we keep as slaves." Her smile was a threat.
"Get used to the idea. There is no room for scruples or
conventional morals in one who serves the Mistress."
"What do you want with children?" Danielle was unable to keep
the shock and disgust from her voice.
Maria began pulling off her gloves. "The same thing we want
with you. The Mistress likes variety. But you'll discover all that
soon enough. Now help me undress. Pull off my boots!"
* * *
Karen
Karen Blackmoore had two offices in her tower. From one she
ran a legitimate business. She was president of Blackmoore Security
Consultants, a subsidiary of A. S. Sunder Enterprises. From the
other, she operated as commander of Asunder's espionage network.
That was her real job. The first was a total sham. She rarely
directly involved herself with Blackmoore Security other than to
collect her healthy pay-check. On occasion, she entertained a high-
level client. Otherwise, that business was run totally, and very
efficiently, by subordinates. Her second job, however, got her full
attention. She lived for it.
Perhaps for this reason, her second, secret office had come to
reflect the blackness of her heart. It was a large room on the
thirty-third floor of her tower, three floors below the roof. The
floor was accessible by a single elevator which stopped only at the
roof and on the main security level two floors below. The room was
surrounded by the offices of her most trusted agents on all sides
but one. After what had happened to Adelle, she considered this
infringement on her privacy a much better arrangement.
Her office differed from her half-sister's quite a lot. Where
Adelle's office seemed bright and airy, Karen's was almost cave-
like -- dimly lit and low-ceilinged. Adelle's office was full of
plants, and was decorated with a classical Roman motif. Three walls
of Karen's office were taken up with computer and video hardware.
Her floor was of cold black plastic, as was the ceiling. The
windows at the office's south end were tinted black and didn't let
in much light. Wherever a section of wall was free of technological
infestation, it gleamed black. The room was lit by dim red and
yellow lights overhead, and by the glow of video monitors.
Karen had no desk in this office. A number of identical, high-
backed, contoured plastic chairs were spaced out along the walls.
Each sat before a computer interface. A large, low, black table
occupied the room's center. That was where Karen and her staff
planned their operations.
The end of the office nearest the windows was bare of machines
for several feet. There Karen had a small military-style bunk, and
a dresser containing several changes of clothing. A door in the
south wall led to a small bathroom containing toilet, sink, and
shower. Opposite it, was another door that was almost always kept
locked. Few of Ms. Blackmoore's aides had any idea what it hid.
None of them asked.
Karen sat before one of the terminals. One of her hacks had
successfully broken into a competitor's financial records. She was
going over the data looking for any useful bits. One of her hobbies
was selling secrets to would-be blackmailers. Her opponents would
have to deal with trouble while her operation took no risks, and
remained free of blame. Another monitor chimed. "Ms. Blackmoore,
Mr. Andrews is on his way to see you."
Karen looked up from the screen and smiled. It had been a
while since Jason Andrews had last visited. She wasn't really horny
at the moment, but she knew that would change the minute that hunk
of beef walked into the room! She froze the screen she'd been
scanning, and walked over to the other monitor. "Have him wait
outside when he gets here. I'll see him in a few minutes."
She walked over the room's far end and sat on her bunk. Slowly
she stripped naked. Karen was a sort of antithetical twin to her
half-sister. They were almost the same age. They were almost the
same height, and of similar build. But where Adelle had pale, pale
hair, Karen's was a glossy black. She wore it long. It hung
perfectly straight down to the small of her back. Her eyes were
dark too. Under certain types of light, they looked like they were
all pupil. Her skin was as pale as her hair was dark. It was silky
smooth, and unblemished. Her lips were full and red. The contrast
of lips and hair to skin gave her a quasi-vampiric appearance.
She was actually just a bit taller than Adelle, being longer
of limb. All her features were like her sister's except either more
slender, or more petite. She had that same hard softness to her
muscle tone, and the same grace and presence. She also had the same
sadistic turn of mind.
Naked, she looked herself over briefly. She tweaked her
pointy, ruby-red nipples, which were slowly hardening in
anticipation. She stood and spread her legs. One hand went down to
her pussy, which was shaved in deference to her half-sister's
tastes. Using one of her long, red-painted fingernails she
viscously scratched her over-sized clitoris, gasping her pleasure.
There! Now she was in the right mood! Removing her discarded
clothing from view, she went to the dresser and took out a sheer,
black lace kimono. Slipping it on, she went over to the inter-
office terminal. "All right, Jean, tell Jason I'm ready for him,"
she spoke into the intercom. She then released the door's
electronic locks.
The door slid open with an almost inaudible hiss. It stayed
open briefly, outlining Jason's muscular form against the brighter
outside light. It then slid shut behind him. While he waited for
his eyes to become accustomed to the dim illumination, Karen
quietly walked up and knelt before him.
Her eager hands unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. Next
she unlaced his boots. He lifted each foot in turn and she pulled
them off. Not a word was spoken. She peeled off his socks, then
unzipped his fly and pulled down his pants and underwear. As he
stepped out of them, he pulled off his tee-shirt. Then he was naked
before her.
As had become their custom, Karen took the initiative at
first. She reached out with her slender hands. With one she gently
cupped his scrotum. With the long, delicate fingers of the other
she reverently massaged his cock. She smiled at the sight of his
fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. She knew he was
fighting the urge to take control. She knew he wanted nothing more
than to grab her by the hair, pull her face to him, and shove that
glorious cock as far down her throat as he could. But he would have
to wait. He would have his turn at the wheel. For now, things would
move at her pace!
She drew her face in closer and inhaled his scent. She too
longed to take him orally, but she wouldn't deny herself the
anticipation. God, she thought, he was even harder than usual! He
must have come straight from her half-sister, she guessed. She
pictured Jason squirming under Adelle's provocative gaze and
smiled. She wasn't at all jealous of her sister. They weren't
competitors. Adelle did her a favour by turning on her lover and
hanging him out to dry. Jason would have that much more energy
saved up for her!
She let the front of her kimono fall open and brushed her
breasts against a firm, masculine thigh. The hairs tickled her
nipples. Her lover tried not to moan, and didn't entirely succeed.
She let go his privates, and grabbed his tight asscheeks. With a
gentle tug, she encouraged him to sit down before her. He did as
she requested, sitting on the cool floor with his legs spread out
before him.
She sat between his legs, leaning back, and supporting herself
with her hands. Then she stretched out her long, gorgeously sleek
legs and began massaging his firm chest with the balls of her feet.
He sighed with impatience, but she could feel his excitement build
at her touch. He would never admit it to her, be he enjoyed this
long, drawn out teasing almost as much as she did.
Her feet worked their way down to his belly, and then to his
groin. She tried to avoid contact with his penis at first and
concentrated on stroking the inside of his thighs, kneading them
with her toes. Then, as she sensed his patience thinning, she
slipped one foot under his balls and rubbed it back and forth. The
other foot she pressed against his hard on, trapping it between his
belly and her sole. She began a slow up and down stroke, exerting
plenty of pressure.
"Shit!" he whispered, desperately aroused. At her answering
giggle, he snapped, "If I come on your feet, bitch, I'll make you
lick them clean."
Karen smiled wickedly. The foot that had been caressing the
underside of his scrotum slipped farther between his legs, and her
toes probed up between his buttocks. Suddenly unable to hold still
any longer, Jason grabbed her slim ankles in his powerful hands and
pulled her feet away from his lust-tortured genitals. As she kicked
her legs playfully, pretending to try and escape his grip, he
twisted himself up to a kneeling position. Then to her delight, he
pulled one of her slender, sexy feet up to his mouth and bit it,
hard. He bit till it hurt, and Karen felt her pussy begin to really
rev up!
She leaned forward, doing a sort of sit up, reached with one
arm between her parted legs to catch a hold of Jason's fiery
erection. "I'm ready for the first course now," she purred huskily.
She could see his lusty grin even in the dim light. He let go
her ankles. She moved till she was crouched down before him and
pushed her face against his groin. She loved the heat of his length
against her face. With great pleasure, she parted her lips,
protruded the tip of her tongue between them, and ran them down his
shaft, eliciting another lust-filled groan. When she reached his
balls, she stuck her tongue all the way out, ran it over and around
his scrotum, and back up his cock. Then, to put him out of his
misery, she finally took his thick shaft into her mouth.
Jason was thick, but Karen was an accomplished fellatrix. With
hungry lust, she wrapped her full lips about the red-hot flesh.
There was a muskiness to his flavour that fired her imagination.
His tool hadn't been washed for a while, and that suited her fine.
She was salivating copiously, and she let her spittle escape her
mouth and run down his shaft. She ran her tongue all around his
glans, and then pushed the tip of it against the slit in his cock.
She knew he was fighting the temptation to take her head in his
hands and impale her throat on his dick. But she'd laid down the
rules that they would play by long ago, and Jason had enough self-
control to follow them. He wouldn't risk angering her.
Her spidery fingers closed around the base of his cock, and
she began a slow, firm-gripped stroking action. Her spit acted as
a lubricant. At the same time, she slowly began swallowing more of
his erection. Her tongue savoured each fresh inch. She stopped only
when the head of his cock reached the back of her throat. She
sucked loudly on what she had, then slowly released it till she
held only a couple of inches. She shifted her position until she
could tilt her head back so that her mouth formed a line with her
throat. Then she slowly rammed her face down, swallowing every inch
of her lover's cock till her lips were in his pubic hair and his
manhood was in her neck.
"Shit!" Jason whispered loudly, "I can't hold back much
longer. I'm going to come soon!"
Karen moaned her acknowledgement, and slowly drew back her
head until only his glans was in her mouth. She sucked on that
hard, and stroked him with her hand. With an animalistic growl,
Jason came. His semen spurted into Karen's mouth. She smiled around
his shaft, and began to swallow it. She looked incredibly sexy as
gobs of the thick white cream seeped from between her parted lips
and trickled down her chin.
It was a heavy load. With Jason, it always was. It was one of
the reasons Karen had made him her regular lover. Jason produced
copious amounts of cum, and she loved drinking it, or having it
smeared all over her face. She sucked it all down while making
appreciative noises. She used her fingers to spoon the cum on her
face into her mouth, and licked them clean.
Jason withdrew his cock from her face with a sigh. It was
still hard. But it no longer looked like it would explode. He
watched her lick up the last of his load. When she was done, she
looked into his eyes and smiled. "Feeling better, lover?"
"You've taken a load off all right."
Her lips twisted into a horny sneer. "Then it's time for you
to satisfy me! You know what I want. Are you ready?"
Jason got to his feet. "I'm always ready for you, you pig-
slut!" He was grinning too. She knew how much he loved this part of
their love-making. Of course, only someone of her peculiar tastes
could call this love-making! She eagerly got down on her back and
spread her legs wide for him. Her arms were stretched out above her
head. She looked exquisitely vulnerable.
Jason licked his lips and sneered. They locked eyes, her gaze
both taunting him and pleading for release. Jason complied. He
kicked her in the cunt, hard! The ball of his foot made contact
with her hot, swollen flesh. She cried out in pain and ecstasy! He
continued to kick her hard, enjoying this chance to give his
sadistic nature free reign, and she loved it all!
Soon, her cries became more and more insistent. He knew better
than to increase his pace. He knew she liked for it to last. But he
did begin to put more into each blow. In moments, she was coming
violently. He put his foot against her crotch, and ground his heel
down on her clitoris till her spasms ended.
Now it was his turn again. His cock pulsed at the thought of
what came next. Karen turned over on her belly and raised her ass
up into the air. "Make sure you're good and dry, and as hard as
possible. I want this to hurt," she directed him huskily.
Her face and breasts pressed down against the cool floor. With
her hands, she reached back and spread her luscious ass-cheeks,
revealing her tight, pink-brown rear hole. She felt Jason rub his
hard-on against her buttocks, drying it off. Penetrating her with
a dry boner would be tough on him too, but she didn't care about
that. She just wanted to feel her back door being violated. It was
a taste she'd acquired young. Her beloved father had first
penetrated her that way, and all through childhood, Adelle had
delighted in strapping on the biggest dildoes they had and fucking
her half-sister there.
She made a delicious whimpering sound when she felt her
lover's thick, hot cock-head press up against her puckered hole.
Then she was being violently stretched. Only long practice
prevented the tearing of her delicate tissues. Jason groaned
himself. It was no easy task to slide his big cock through her
tight sphincter unlubricated! She didn't make it any easier on
either of them. As soon as he had secured entry, Karen clenched her
ass shut as hard as she could, fighting his further penetration.
Jason had to force his way in to the hilt. He would have to conquer
her ass. And she would get off on all the additional pain this
would cause her.
Jason was a powerful man. He had no trouble overcoming her
resistance. He was also too tough to be bothered by how her dryness
chafed his cock. He pushed all the way in, then began a hard, rapid
pounding, withdrawing only a few inches each time. Karen gloried in
the menage of pain and pleasure. Soon, she was clutched in the
throes of another come.
Jason withdrew his cock from her ass. As always, his reward
for outlasting her was having her take his somewhat shit-besmeared
cock in her mouth. That she did unhesitatingly, cleaning him off
with her tongue, and sucking him to his second orgasm. His second
cum-explosion was of only slightly less volume than his first. Once
again she drank it down with pleasure.
"Satisfied yet bitch?" Jason asked her.
Karen laughed. "I've not yet begun to fuck! Why, are you
wimping out on me?"
"Fuck it, I'm just getting warmed up. We've got business,
that's all."
Her eyes dropped to his cock. It had softened somewhat this
time. "Business can wait. I can't. If you're just warming up, why
is your shaft taking a time out?"
"Cause you can't piss through a hard-on, bitch."
Her eyes lit up. "You've got to piss? That's perfect. It'll
rinse the taste of cum from my mouth. Let's go get you some relief.
Then I'll give you a special little treat."
"Oh? What?" he asked as they got to their feet and started off
towards the bathroom.
She smiled lewdly. "It's a surprise. Actually, I was saving it
for myself as sort of an after-work pick-me-up. But it'll probably
be more fun sharing it with you."
"You've piqued my curiosity, woman," he drawled mockingly, a
controlled smile on his lips.
Karen raised an eyebrow. "Why do I get the feeling that you
still don't totally trust me?"
"Because I don't. And you wouldn't respect me if I did."
"Too true," she admitted.
They entered the bathroom. It was a small, cosy space. Karen
turned on the light. She knelt next to the toilet bowl, facing her
lover. "Your choice, baby, it or me."
In response, he took a handful of her hair and pulled her head
to him. She opened her mouth invitingly. With his free hand, he
pointed his cock at her face. "No contest, Karen." His words
dripped with lust.
She bent forwards and took the head of his cock into her
mouth. She wrapped her lips tightly around it. Then Jason began to
piss, and Karen began to drink. Again, it was an old habit. She'd
had her mouth peed in since she was seven. Jason had learned to let
out his urine in short spurts, so as to give her a chance to drink
it all. What little did escape, she let out on purpose. She knew he
got off on soiling her.
When he'd done, she pulled his cock from her mouth and kissed
it. Then she stood and went to the sink. She rinsed off her face
briefly. Once she'd cleaned herself up well enough, she turned to
Jason. "Now, do you feel up to my surprise?"
He looked at her and shrugged. "Sure. Why not. Let's see it."
She went over to the other door, turning back to look at Jason
expectantly. His cock was stiffening again. He knew what hid behind
that portal. She punched out a code, and the electronic lock
snicked open. A panel swung aside to reveal a combination lock.
Karen believed in manual fail-safes! When she finally opened the
door, the lights automatically came on in the room beyond. She and
Jason entered her office's torture chamber.
This was her true private sanctum. It was not a very large, or
extremely well-equipped room. She had access to several better
ones. But this was a place to take a break from her work. It was
fifteen feet wide and twenty feet deep. The ceiling, floor, and
walls were of rough stone. The light was provided by a number of
flickering pseudo-torches. These touches gave the space a sort of
authenticity. It was completely sound-proof. And, to Jason's
obvious delight, it was occupied.
"Holy God, Karen! Who is she?"
Karen's smile was somehow frightening. "A birthday present
from Adelle. Abducted just for me. She arrived in a crate a few
days ago. I hung her out to dry here."
The room's furnishings were sparse, but eye-catching. Karen
had done the best she could with the limited space. She had made
sure to include her favourite toys. Several sets of manacles
adorned the right-hand wall. Along the left-hand wall was a real
medieval wrack, as well as a stock. Next to them, set firmly in the
floor, was an narrow, stainless steel, sharp-pointed stake for
impaling. A noose hung from the ceiling after the stake. She loved
to watch victims die slowly at the end of that rope.
The wall opposite the door was adorned by a low, stone
sacrificial altar. Near it was a sort of gynaecological chair
especially equipped for electrical tortures. Also along the walls
were shelves and cupboards full of whips, knives, clamps, pins,
tongs, pliers, restraints, and many other nasty toys. It wasn't as
extensive a collection as she had at home, and it didn't come close
to what Adelle had at the mansion, but it generally sufficed.
Her "birthday present" hung suspend from her wrists by a pair
of manacles at the end of retractable chains that descended from
the centre of the ceiling. She would have dangled so that her
outstretched feet would have been a half-foot off the ground if
another set of manacles hadn't been clasped about her ankles. These
stretched her legs wide apart. But it was the exquisite beauty of
the victim that was truly striking.
"If this is a birthday present, I want to get onto Adelle's
mailing list!" Jason was both slightly awed and bemused.
"I knew you'd like her," Karen said smugly. "We have similar
tastes after all."
He shook his head. "Darling, a guy would have to be either gay
or castrated to not react to her." Then he realized how his
comments might sound, and clarified himself. "I mean, you and
Adelle are the two most drop-dead gorgeous females I've ever met,
and though this girl comes close to being in your class, she isn't.
But Karen, she's a more perfectly beautiful victim than I could
ever have imagined! I'm surprised Adelle didn't keep her for
herself! What's her name?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "And I don't want to know. I
just call her Princess. I do know that she's only seventeen. I do
so love my victims tender."
Princess was a true prize. She was five five, and coltishly
slender. But she was more than fully developed in all the places
that counted! She had curly, light brown hair about a small, heart-
shaped face. Her features were delicately pretty, and suggested an
almost saintly innocence. This was especially true of her crystal-
blue eyes. At the moment, her face was filled with utter terror,
making her even more appealing. She was whimpering into a ball gag
that had been strapped into her mouth. It was a porcelain doll's
mouth, small with dainty but sensuously full lips.
Karen had been in here several times in the last few days to
admire her prize, but still hadn't tired of the view. Princess had
a long slim neck that made Karen's fingers and palms itch. She had
been considering how she would finally snuff the tasty morsel.
Strangling her with her bare hands was at the top of her list.
Princess had a young girl's awkwardness that set her slender
looks apart from Karen's. The full breasts, firm and pale, with
chubby pink nipples, looked so helpless and vulnerable. This was
accentuated by her lean rib-cage and flat but soft-looking belly.
Her lower back arched in, and so her full, tight ass was made to
jut out lewdly. She was wide-hipped. This left a lot of room
between her immature but lush thighs. The length and slenderness of
her legs, because of the way they attached to her wide hips, made
them look delightfully clumsy. Karen was reminded of Walt Disney's
Bambi. Princess looked like a frightened baby deer.
Even her feet were pretty. They were long and slender,
perfectly formed, with just the right height to the arches, tiny
heels, and fragile toes that were just a bit plump. Karen just
loved pretty female feet. It was a trait she shared with Adelle.
She was looking forward to torturing these. She just had trouble
deciding which method she would enjoy more. The problem was she
could only do them up right once. This held for all of Princess's
charms. That was why Karen hadn't started really hurting her yet.
Jason had walked over to the suspended victim and was intently
studying her crotch. Karen smiled on noticing how carefully he
avoided touching her without having asked permission. He might not
realize it, but he'd been well-trained himself. His acceptance of
Adelle and herself as his superiors was akin to a deep
conditioning. He belonged to them body and soul.
"I have to admit," he said, "that I really like this obsession
you and your sister have. Princess really looks good this way."
Adelle of course, had shipped the girl over with her pussy
shaved. Jason was right. Not only was it appropriate for a sex-
slave, but Princess's delicate pinkness looked better set off
against the paleness of her skin than it would have against the
brown of her pubic hair. She wasn't as full-lipped as Karen would
have liked, and her clitoris was small and demure. Karen enjoyed
torturing fleshy cunts. But Princess's box was tight and delicate,
and if it wasn't virginal, it wasn't far removed from that state.
Karen knew she would enjoy fucking it with some kind of shredder
dildo. That would be a treat.
"So where did Adelle find her, and does she have a sister?
Maybe a baby sister, say about eleven or twelve..."
Karen giggled. "No. It's a shame, but she's an only child.
She's the daughter of a big-shot real-estate broker. He made the
mistake of taking her to one of Adelle's business dinners. I saw
her there and it was lust at first sight. This was about, oh, a
month ago. Then when Adelle told me I could have anything I wanted
for my birthday, I asked for her. I think if Adelle hadn't just
promised me anything, she would have snatched Princess for herself.
As it was, she was a little upset, but complimented me on my good
taste."
"And it took a couple of weeks to pick her up?"
Karen shrugged. "Adelle happened to know her father was taking
her with him to Mexico. She figured that by snatching her there,
there was less chance of the kidnapping being traced back to her.
Of course, it's always possible that Adelle kept her for herself a
few days first, but even if she did, there's no harm done. The
goods were shipped undamaged, all ready for me to break however I
please."
She'd walked up to him. Now she embraced him. They kissed, the
two cruel lovers, each hungry for the other. Jason's hands found
her breasts and squeezed them hard. "That's good, darling!" Karen
sighed huskily. "That's right! Pretend they're her breasts. Pretend
that I'm Princess, and you can do whatever you want to me!"
Jason growled his response. He twisted and pulled on Karen's
breasts, wringing them viciously. She grabbed him by the hair and
pressed his mouth to hers. She fed him with her cries of pain. She
rubbed his calf with one of her feet. The head of his totally
restiffened cock poked against her belly, and her pussy felt like
it was melting.
Finally, she broke it off. She'd actually come close to
another climax! But she wanted to save her energy for Princess.
She'd let her anticipation build for several days, considering the
various tortures she to which she might subject the girl. It was
time to do it. She looked at Jason. "Well, shall we indulge?"
