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The Partners by Mr. Trick
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The Partners by Mr. Trick =================== Prologue ======== Mitch climbed up the four wooden, creaky steps leading to the front porch of his seventy-five year old Cape Cod cottage which was set quite a way back from the single lane road which led to Mitch's property. Working in a downtown law firm as he did, Mitch regarded it as quite a coup when the two acre lot with the handyman special cottage in the country came on the market. Granted, it was some thirty miles or so from the downtown law office where Mitch worked, but if he left early enough, he could usually beat the early morning rush hour traffic. It was a small house, nothing luxurious by any stretch of the imagination, just a single story home with an eat-in kitchen, living room, two bedrooms, one bathroom and an unfinished basement. One day, he would fix it up, but for now it sufficed as a refuge from the city where he spent most of his time during the week and on the occasional weekend. Besides, he didn't buy it for the house; he bought it because it was affordable and tucked away in the woods where he could enjoy the peaceful clean air. The house gave him the best of both worlds. It was nice and secluded, but convenient for his daily commute since the expressway, which led to the city in one direction and to New England in the other, was only five miles away. On the downside, since the town had zoning laws that required all property lots to be at least two acres, he rarely saw his neighbors so he was occasionally lonely. It was early Saturday morning and Mitch had just biked roughly ten miles, a lot more than he was used to riding, but it was worth it. He breathed deep as he peddled from the mall ten miles away back to his sleepy little cottage in the woods. As he unlocked the door to his home with a key that hung from a chain draped around his neck, Mitch gave a backward glance to his bicycle, which was propped against the wooden railing on the left side of the porch. No need to lock it up or put it back in the detached garage behind the cottage. This was the country and crime here was minuscule. Besides, even if he was worried about theft, which he wasn't, the house was set so far from the road that no one could see the small cottage let alone the racing bike that was left out front. As he entered the living room of his home, he wiped the sweat from his brow. The bike ride had been longer than usual and took him up many more hills than his normal weekend riding routine. Still, he was satisfied with the morning's accomplishment because, he admitted to himself, not only was the ten mile trek pretty impressive, but, after a quick shower, the efforts of his unplanned labor would be rewarded. It was a holiday weekend so he had three days away from the office to just relax and enjoy his country home. He closed the door behind him and shouted across the living room in the direction of the bedroom. "Hey, Wendy. I'm back. The bike ride took longer than I thought but I'm finally back. Everything okay while I was gone?" Silence. "You all right, honey?" he asked again. Receiving no reply, he walked across the living room and opened the door to the master bedroom. There on the bed, scantily clad only in sky blue bikini panties, was a thin girl with brownish blonde hair worn in a chignon. Thegirl was face down on Mitch's bed, her ankles tied tightly with white nylon cord to her thighs with each of her hands tied in turn to the opposite ankle. She was face down with her backside in the air and as Mitch entered the room, she looked up at him and he saw that the black handball he had packed in her mouth was still in place, held there by some white surgical tape from Mitch's first aid kit. She looked at him with pleading blue eyes, eyes that betrayed a hint of anger. "Oh, I'm sorry, Wendy," he laughed. "I forgot. You're all tied and gagged. Well," he said with a trace of sarcasm. "If everything's not all right now, I'm sure it will be as soon as I take my shower. See you in a few."
The Partners by Mr. Trick ==================== Part 1: Flashback ================== The bound girl shuddered as she contemplated the ominous words her captor spoke before leaving the bedroom for the shower across the hall. She struggled and tried to scream but the ropes and gag effectively kept her still and silent. She still could not believe this was happening to her and, as she heard the running water and Mitch humming happily in the shower her mind took her back to the events of just several hours ago. * * * * Wendy King was a junior associate at Mitch's law firm. Five years younger than Mitch, he was assigned to be her mentor when she came to the law firm three years ago. They occasionally flirted but, because of the firm's anti-fraternization policy, their relationship never went beyond the flirting stage although each knew that there was some attraction between them. At first. Gradually, after about a year and a half at the firm, their relationship soured. Mitch could not point to any one thing that led to the change in their circumstances but for some reason Wendy became distant and, to some degree, nasty toward him. He could not imagine what he had done to provoke such a change in her attitude but he tried to maintain some degree of civility with her since they would be working together and it wasn't that big of an office. Later, he was somewhat mollified to learn from other young attorneys in the firm that they, too, had been experiencing the "cold shoulder" routine from Wendy. In fact, many of the office's personnel, especially the women (lawyers and secretaries both), came to dislike Wendy who they thought displayed a moral superiority attitude toward them. On the day of her capture, Mitch was outside his cottage raking leaves. It was mid-October and recent rains had washed most but not all of the leaves from the many trees surrounding his house. Mitch got up early to do some outdoors work and was almost done raking the wet leaves when he saw a red Jeep Cherokee similar to his own pull up the driveway leading to his house. He was not expecting visitors and was surprised to see that his unannounced guest was none other than Wendy King. She climbed down from the driver's seat and without even a wave, walked up to Mitch and announced, "I've quit." Mitch leaned against his rake and simply replied, "Nice to see you too. But what the hell are you talking about?" Wendy, who was wearing dark blue lycra leggings, a long sleeved white T-shirt emblazoned with the Nike logo on it and white sneakers of the same brand answered, "The firm. I quit the firm last night." Mitch shook his head, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Why tell me? You haven't spoken to me in months about anything that didn't relate to a case we were working on so what makes you think I care if you quit." "I don't care what you think, Mitch," she answered with an obnoxious, pissy tone of voice. "But I need you to do me a favor and return the firm's laptop that I had at my apartment. I forgot to bring it in when I spoke to Henderson and I don't want to be accused of stealing it." Henderson, Mitch knew, was the firm's managing partner. A real son of a bitch who probably would have accused Wendy of stealing the computer if he was sufficiently pissed about her decision to quit. Mitch let out another deep breath and said, "C'mon in and tell me about it. I've got a pot of coffee brewing." With that, he began walking up the steps and into the house. "You know I don't drink coffee," she said. "Fine," replied Mitch through gritted teeth. "I'll make you a cup of tea. Just take your sneakers off so you don't track dirt inside." She shrugged her shoulders, grabbed the laptop from the passenger's seat of the Jeep and followed him inside, leaving her sneakers on the porch as he did himself. He motioned for her to sit on the couch in the sparsely decorated living room -- a real bachelor pad, she thought -- and waited for him to bring her the coffee. A few minutes later, Mitch handed Wendy a cup of tea. "What a bitch," he thought to himself. After a few awkward moments of silence, Mitch broke the ice and asked, "So what happened?" She pursed her lips and answered, "I quit." Exasperated, Mitch said, "You already told me that. Why'd you quit? Better job offer come along? What?" She shook her head. "Nope. I am now free and unemployed." "Well, that wasn't so smart," he responded. She gave him an annoyed look and said, "Not that it's any of your business but I decided that the law just wasn't for me. I've been unhappy for a while and simply decided that if I'm not happy doing what I'm doing then there's no point. I'm tired of the long hours, lack of gratitude from the powers that be, pitiful cost of living raises and, basically, the people at Henderson & Sloan have been getting on my nerves. Present company excepted, of course." She gave a guilty smile to cover her Freudian slip. Mitch smirked, "Yeah, right." He looked at her and asked, "So how'd Henderson take it." The man did not like surprises and Wendy quitting was completely unexpected. She'd been ambitious from her first day and worked hard and played the game of office politics all with one goal in mind -- to become a partner at the firm. Henderson and everyone else at the firm knew this was her aim. It was actually a running joke because as ambitious as she was, she was still very naive about a lot of things. "He wasn't happy and he let me know that he was not happy. That's why I want you to bring the laptop back for me. I wouldn't put it past the prick to accuse me of stealing it." "That's it? He didn't try to woo you back with more money or a better office?" Henderson did that once before, Mitch recalled. "Actually, he did. In fact, he told me to take a week off to get my bearings and then come back after I'd thought things through carefully. As if that would make me change my mind." She sipped her tea, stood up and walked around Mitch's living room, checking out his magazine rack and the titles on his bookshelves. "I figured, what the hell. Might as well take the week as vacation and then just not show up next Monday." Mitch laughed. Henderson would love that. "So where are you going?" "Well, it was kind of short notice so it's not like I could book a flight to Florida to see my parents or go anywhere like that without paying a fortune in airfare. So, I got in the truck, drove around and decided to go toMassachusetts for the week to a yoga clinic I've gone to in the past. It's a neat place. You don't need a reservation or anything. You just show up, pay for room and board and leave when you're ready." "Sounds very spur of the moment." "It's the new me," she answered. "You're place was on the way, so I just figured I'd drop by and leave the computer with you." "You should have called first," he said. "I'd have cleaned the place up a little and picked up some donuts or something." "Sorry," she said. "Cell phone's not working and, like I said, I didn't decide to do the yoga thing till I was already on the road." She continued to walk around the living room, checking out Mitch's things when she spied a silver object lying on an end table. Handcuffs. She picked them up and dangled them before Mitch's face. "What are you doing with these? I didn't know you were into kinky stuff," she teased. "Give me those," he growled as he angrily grabbed them from her. "Seriously," she said, "What are you doing with handcuffs?" "It's for a trick I've been practicing. Watch." He put a cuff on one wrist put his hands behind his back and cuffed it around the other wrist. "It's easy," he explained as he twisted his shoulders and arms until his hands came free of the cuffs. "Pretty impressive," she answered sarcastically. "Want to try it yourself?" he innocently asked as the seeds of a plan crept into his mind. "Sure. How hard can it be?" She took the cuffs from him and, following his lead, put them on her right wrist and then brought both hands behind her back to cuff the left wrist. "Watch," she said. "If you can do it, so can I." Mitch shook his head. "I don't think so because unlike you, I had an advantage. I had the key palmed in my hand." He gave her a smile. A look of anger flashed across her face. "That's cheating and hardly real magic." "Who said anything about magic, Wendy? I said it was for a trick I'd been practicing, not magic. And look here, you've been tricked." She got redder in the face and angrily screamed at him, "Take these damned things off of me." He smiled again and slowly shook his head. "I don't think so," has said with a sing-song lilt in his voice. Slowly, she became afraid. "Please let me go, Mitch. Please. You won't get away with this," she pleaded. He slowly approached her and gently stroked her face with his right hand. "Yes I will. You already told me that you quit the firm and were going on a vacation where you won't be missed if you don't check in. This is perfect. All I have to do is put my bicycle in the back of your Jeep, drive it to the mega mall and leave the Jeep there unlocked and with the keys in the ignition. How long do you think it'll be till it's stolen? An hour? Then, I bike back here and we have us a good old time. No, Wendy, you're wrong. I've already gotten away with it." As she took in his words, she realized that she was in real trouble. Without even thinking, she lurched away from him and started running for the front door. She could not move quickly though because of the handcuffs and it was simple for Mitch to run after her and pull her back into the room. "No, no, no, Wendy. Can't have any of that," he said as he reached into the end table where she had found the handcuffs and pulled out several lengths of cord. "What are you doing?" "Something I've wanted to do for quite a while, bitch." He rolled her onto the floor and laid her on her back. With her cuffed hands behind her, she was in a very uncomfortable position and it hurt her as the weight of her body rested on her trapped hands. Mitch climbed on top of her and lifted her Nikeshirt to expose her powder blue bra. "Well, this has to go," he said as he carefully unclasped the five little hooks of the brassiere which he removed to expose her smaller than expected breasts. "Always thought these were bigger," he stated. "Guess those wonder bras and tight blouses you wore to work really exaggerate things. Still, there's enough here for me to have some fun." He began to massage her tits gently at first and then more and more roughly. She cringed under him and tears welled up in her eyes as he stopped rubbing her and used his fingers to flick each of her nipples until he grew tired on that and began to lick them with his tongue. She whimpered below him, begging him to stop and let her go, but he would have none of it. Then, without warning, he popped a small black handball in her mouth to stifle her whining and secured it there with an adequate amount of white surgical tape from the first aid kit he kept in the kitchen. "I don't imagine that gag tastes so good," Mitch said, "but don't worry, darling. I'm going to replace it with a sweeter gag a little later." He looked at his watch and saw that it was almost 9:30 a.m. "Well, I'm going to have to leave for a while and get your Jeep over to the mall. Luckily, your truck is similar to mine so no one will think anything of it if any of the people in the ares see me driving your red Jeep." She grunted a protest from behind the gag but it went nowhere. "First things first though," he said as he hefted her to her feet. "Let's lose the shirt." He used a pair of scissors from the first aid kit and made short work of her Nike shirt. She now stood topless before him and he smiled as he admired his handiwork. "This sure beats raking leaves," he laughed as he picked up the thin girl and carried her toward the bedroom. "I figure it's going to take me a few hours to bicycle back here from the mall so I need to make sure you'll be here when I get back," he said as he gently placed her on her back on the unmade bed. He looked at her and frowned. "You're still overdressed, Wendy." He then suddenly grasped the waistline of her blue lycra pants and pulled them off to reveal her powder blue thong bikini bottoms which matched her already removed bra. Mitch stood over her, again admiring his work. "Oh, yeah," he said, feeling his already hard cock get even harder. "We are going to have a good time." He patted her panties and slid his fingers under the sheer fabric and let them run through her bush. She shuddered as she braced herself for his probing fingers to penetrate her, but it didn't happen. "Plenty of time for that later," he chided. He thought about how to best secure her while he was gone. The idea quickly came to him and he flipped her onto her belly. He gently lowered the bluepanties to give himself a nice view of her bare butt. She squirmed on the bed and tried to twist her head to see him. As she did so, he kissed each of her ass cheeks before letting his tongue slip between her cheeks to lick the crack of her ass. This, he noticed, caused goose bumps to appear on Wendy's back. "Like that, eh?" he asked. She struggled and violently shook her head as she continued to try to scream at him behind the effective gag. As much as he wanted to continue, Mitch reminded himself that there was still work to be done. He replaced the panties and removed her white tennis socks. She now lay face down, naked on his bed except for the blue panties which he knew he would be removing for good soon enough. He grabbed some of the white cord and tied it around her ankles and tied each ankle to her thighs. As he did so, he noticed that white lint from her tennis socks was stuck between her toes. He looked at his watch again, said to himself, "Still have a little time, so why not?" and began to lick her sweaty feet to remove all of the lint. He breathed in deeply the fumes from her feet as he continued to lick the soles of her feet and run his tongue between her toes. Her struggling made it all the more exciting for him and he felt his bulge grow still harder as if it was about to explode. "Plenty of time for that later," said aloud as he stopped his licking and turned back to the girl on the bed. "You still look too comfortable, so let's try something different." He tied rope around each of her wrists before rolling her over onto her back and sitting her up. He then used the key to unlock the hand cuffs. He was stronger than her and she was completely overwhelmed so it was easy for him to take each rope tied wrist and secure them to the opposite ankles. When he was through, she was sitting up, tied in a ball. "Not bad," Mitch said. "Well, sweetie, I'll be back. Do stick around," he told her as he pushed her so she was bent over with her ass in the air. Then, he left. * * * * * Wendy lay in that same position for what seemed like hours. She had quickly realized that Mitch had known exactly how to secure her, but still she struggled to get free. As she tried again in vain to loosen her bonds, she shuddered in fear. She no longer heard the sound of running water. The shower had stopped.
The Partners by Mr. Trick ==================== Part 2 -- Total Control ======================= "Hey, honey," Mitch said as he towel dried his body, making certain that the helpless female attorney had a bird's-eye view of his swollen member. "Still here, I see." He slapped her elevated rump playfully once and then harder the second time and still harder for a third time. The sting of each slap caused tears filled the girl's eyes again. Mitch saw this and gave her a light kiss on the nose. "Don't cry, sweet thing. It won't all be painful. I promise. See? I can be nice. Let me undo those wrists." He placed her on her back and then fulfilled his promise by untying her wrists from her ankles. She looked up at him thankfully, glad to be in a different position and even happier to be able to rub the circulation back in her hands. Mitch saw her look from him to her ankles which were still securely tied to her thighs and said, "Sorry, baby, no can do. The ankles stay just as they are. I like seeing that cute tush of your like that." Wendy continued to rub her wrists to get the circulation going and absently placed her untied hands by her mouth. Mitch saw what she was doing and grabbed her hands. "See what happens when you try to be nice?" he taunted. "You give an inch and she takes a yard." He looked down at her sternly and raised his voice to a near scream, "Who the hell told you to take the gag off? If I want the fucking gag off, I'll take it off!" Anger danced across his face as he once again flipped her on her stomach, pulled the ropes that were attached to each of her wrists and strictly tied them to the bed's posts. His tone softened as unexpectedly as it had hardened seconds before. "Wendy," said Mitch. "You really must try harder to not piss me off. Okay?" She nodded. "Good girl. Now, do you want a drink of water?" She nodded again. "Okay, but you have to promise not to scream. Not that it'd do you any good because it's quite a distance to the nearest neighbor, but screaming will definitely make me mad. You promise?" She nodded for a third time and he nodded back to her before reaching to peel the white surgical tape from her mouth. When all of the tape was removed, he told her to stay still until he got back with her water. He was still buck naked with a raging hard-on. She was tempted to spit out the black handball but, remembering the brief spanking she had just received, decided to bide her time for now and behave. Sooner or later, she thought, an opportunity to escape this hell she found herself would arise. Mitch quickly returned with a glass of ice water and a straw. He reached his index finger in her mouth and popped the ball free. Wendy coughed a few times and tried to get the saliva running again. The ball had tasted horrible and the foul taste remained with her even though the gag was out of her mouth. "Here," said Mitch, offering her the straw so she could sip the water. "Thank you," she said between sips from the straw. "Your welcome," he replied. When she was done drinking, she looked at him and hesitated before speaking in a low, calm voice. "Mitch, please let me go." "No way, baby. No way." "You can't keep me a prisoner forever," she stated. "Why not? No one even knows your missing. And, by the time someone files a missing person report and finds your Jeep, they'll just assume you were carjacked by some serial killer or something. Face it, Wendy, you are mine." She began to cry again as the impact of Mitch's words were driven home. Could he be right? Would anyone miss her? And if so, would they think she was a captive in Mitch's isolated cottage? Doubt filled her mind and the tears began to flow again. "Well, what are you going to do to me?" She knew the answer but felt she had to ask the question anyway. Mitch laughed aloud and smacked her ass again. "Anything I want, sweetie. Anything I want." He offered her another sip of the water but she shook her head. Mitch shrugged and put the glass on the dresser. "Like I said, I'm going to do anything I want to you and you know what I want now, Wendy?" he asked as he cupped her chin in his hands. She stared up at him but remained silent. "I want you to suck my cock." And as he completed the sentence, he pulled her chin down, causing her to gasp in surprise and open her mouth wide enough for him to plunge his throbbing dick in it. "See, honey? I told you that I'd gag you with something sweeter than that old handball. But, let me warn you, Wendy. I better not feel any teeth or you will really be sorry." He thrust in and out of her mouth. For some reason though he was disappointed. He thought Wendy would have been much better at giving a blow job but she really seemed like a novice to him. Not that he didn't enjoy it, but he thought she'd have been a little more skilled. "Oh, well," he thought. "She'll learn." He smiled as he planted his hands on each side of her ass and continued to fuck her mouth. She tried to accommodate his massive cock and for her own comfort get into the rhythm of Mitch's thrusting, but he was too big and she found herself gagging. She barely heard Mitch as he whispered to her to keep sucking as she concentrated on trying to breathe while his swollen cock choked her. She prayed that he would stop but her prayers went unanswered. After a while, Mitch eased off on his thrusting. He knew he was ready to explode but he was holding back. He had something else in mind. "Wendy," he said, "Don't move." She stayed still and felt a cold metal against her backside. Snip! Mitch had produced a pair of scissors and cut away her powder blue panties. He raised them to his face, saw that they were somewhat stained and very wet, and deeply inhaled their aroma. The panties were a lot moister than they were when he had first stripped and tied her. "Cool! Now, check this out, bitch" he said as he slid his dick from her mouth. "Look how wet these panties are. I think you're enjoying this as much as I am." He held the panties by her face, certain that she, too, was smelling her sex on them. She looked up at him, eyes blazing with anger, and defiantly spit on the floor. Mitch laughed. The captive girl looked him square in the eye and said, "I hate you! I really . . . aargh." Her words were trapped in her throat -- trapped behind the soiled panties that Mitch suddenly shoved deep in her mouth. He filled her mouth with the panties, laughing as he did so. "Suck on that for a while, bitch." He looked at the naked struggling girl and felt himself becoming aroused again. He still had not cum but he knew that would change shortly. Wendy moaned behind the new gag and swung her lower body back and forth. It looked funny to Mitch because he had tied her so her ass was still in the air with her feet tied to her thighs. "You know something, bitch?" he asked as he moved behind her to better admire her pale white ass. "I was thinking. You know how you used to strut around the office like you were the lord's gift to litigation? Like your shit didn't smell? Everyone used to wonder if you had a stick up your ass. Well, let's test that theory." He quickly thrust his index finger between her exposed cheeks and into her waiting asshole. She writhed in pain at this unexpected attack. "Nope," he said as he probed with his finger. "No stick up there." He laughed cruelly as he plunged his rock hard member into her asshole. "No stick. Just my dick." He thrust in her, savoring her tightness and enjoying her struggling which only seemed to excite him more. In and out. Deeper and deeper. She cried and threw her bottom up and down like a bucking bronco, but Mitch held on and kept himself firmly planted in her backside. Suddenly, he knew he was ready to explode. He pulled himself out of her ass, scurried around to the front of the bed and pulled the panties from her mouth. Wendy lay sprawled on the bed, exhausted. She opened her mouth to take a deep breath, but by the time she saw what Mitch was up to, it was too late. As she inhaled deeply to breath clean air, he once again thrust his dick in her mouth. She choked and gagged on his cock, which, she sickeningly remembered had only seconds ago been up her ass. Her torment increased as she involuntarily sucked on his dirty cock which violently exploded in her mouth sending a long steady stream of semen down her throat. When he was finally spent, Mitch removed his dick from her mouth and wiped it on her panties. He then stuffed them back in her mouth and secured it there with a small length of cord. The helpless female attorney lay sprawled on the bed, gasping and sobbing. "Not a bad way to start the morning," said Mitch, who was now wearing a bathrobe. "Hey, Wendy," he laughed. "How would you like to see the rest of my house? Let's go check out the basement." He scooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the bedroom.
The Partners by Mr. Trick ==================== Part 3 -- Down Below ==================== Mitch carried Wendy's limp body across the living room to the basement door, pulled a string at the top of the steps to turn on one of the two lights in his basement and carefully made his way down the thirteen steps to the dank, dark cellar of his house. The girl, whose ankles were still tied to her thighs, was aware of what was happening and where she was being taken, but, weak from her ordeal, she did not struggle. When he finished his descent into the basement, he placed her on the cold floor and moved carefully away, deeper into the darkness of the cellar, in search of the other pull string light. When he found it and turned it on, Wendy saw that the basement was like any other unfinished cellar she had seen -- filled with the clutter one accumulates over a lifetime. From her position at the bottom of the steps where Mitch had laid her down, she could not see Mitch who was on the far side of the room making certain that the four small windows there were covered so no one on the outside could see what was happening on the inside. Satisfied, he then rummaged around the cellar until he found an old, stained mattress leaning against the wall. He pulled it into the center of the room, closer to the second light and placed it on the floor of an area that was relatively free from clutter. He swept away some cob webs that were on top of the mattress and began rummaging around the basement for something else, an old desk from his college apartment. Made of solid wood and standing at just below waist knee level, Mitch thought it would do nicely for his purposes. He carried it to the center of the room and placed the mattress on top of it. He then shoved several books beneath the center of the mattress so that it was raised like a hump. When he was through, he returned to his naked captive who was shivering on the cold floor of the basement. He effortlessly picked her up and laid her facing up on the mattress covered coffee table. Apparently, Wendy had recovered a bit because she began making noises that Mitch could not understand. He ignored her and proceeded to tie her arms to two of the desks legs. He then untied her ankles and tied them tightly to the desk's other legs. He had enjoyed seeing her naked ass as it jutted out when her ankles were tied snugly to her thighs and knew he would eventually return her to that position. When he was sure that she was properly restrained, he stepped back to admire his work. "Believe it or not, Wendy, you look great," he said as he observed how the books he had placed under the mattress elevated her midsection, caused her back to arch nicely and raise her crotch slightly above the rest of her body. He didn't care that she was uncomfortable. "You always admired my desk in the office so it's only fitting that you have the use of my desk at home." He then ran his hands over her upper body, pawing at her breasts and squeezing her nipples between his fingers. It went on like that for several moments until he had another idea. The girl remained still, wondering what torment he would next inflict on her. He moved beside her head and untied the rope that kept her panties from escaping her mouth. He then extracted the panties and asked her, "Mouth dry?" She coughed and nodded. He ran up the steps and came back down with a glass of water which he sipped as he stood over the bound attorney. "Let me take care of that dryness for you," he said, holding the straw by her mouth so she could sip some of the cool water he offered. She sipped and coughed as she did so, finding it hard to drink in the prone position she found herself. "Mouth still dry? he asked and she nodded again. He offered the glass of water, but as her mouth opened to take the straw, he pulled it away and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She was caught totally by surprise and tried to pull her head away but it was to no avail. He relentlessly kept his tongue in her mouth rolling it over her tongue and swirling it in her mouth, giving her a French kiss like she had never had before. When he was finished, she was crying again. "Why, Mitch? Why?" He looked at her with a surprised expression on his face and answered simply, "Because I can." After a few seconds, he looked down at the lovely figure and asked in a kind tone, "Wendy? You hungry? I'm hungry so you must be hungry." She was afraid to answer, not wanting to say the wrong thing and provoking him to replacing the vile gag in her mouth. He looked up towards the kitchen and then back to the girl, "Not much food upstairs but I'm starving." He looked her in the eye and smiled cruelly. "How about I eat you?" The color drained from Wendy's face as she realized what he intended to do. "No! No! No!" she protested. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" he replied, as he climbed on top of the desk and positioned himself so his mouth was by her crotch. "If you're hungry, feel free to lick my balls and ass, but," he said menacingly, "Remember what I told you upstairs about those teeth." He then began licking her inner thighs, slowly moving upwards until his tongue was inside her triangular mound of hair and, finally, inside her pussy. All the while Mitch's ass pressed into the helpless girl's face. He heard her grunting and trying to scream but the weight of his body on her face proved as effective a gag as the panties and handball. She writhed in pleasurable agony which only stimulated Mitch more as he lapped up her juices which treacherously flowed from her as he assaulted her with his tongue. She came twice before Mitch had had enough. She cried, ashamed at all he had done to her and fearful of what would happen next. As she worried about his next attack, the telephone began to ring. Mitch shoved the panties back in her mouth before darting up the stairs and quickly returning with a cordless phone. He sat on the edge of the desk, admiring Wendy's mound of pubic hair before clicking the button on the phone and saying, "Hello. Oh, hi . . . . No, I'm home. I was just taking care of something in the basement when the phone rang. . . . Today? It can't wait till Tuesday? . . . All right, when? . . . That soon? . . . No, no problem. I'll be here." He pressed another button on the phone to end the conversation and turned to look at his pretty prisoner. "Well, that's all the fun we're going to have for now. Company's on its way and I have to get dressed, but don't worry, I won't forget about you." He kissed her lightly on the forehead before checking the ropes which held her tightly to the desk. They were secure and he was confident that she could neither free herself nor knock anything over to call attention to her predicament in the basement. Satisfied, he walked over to a work bench and returned with a roll of gray duct tape. "Much as I'd like to give you that sweet gag one more time, the panties will have to do for now." He used his finger to shove the panties deeper into her mouth and then secured them there with several pieces of tape. When he was done, her mouth was so muffled that what little sounds she could make would never be heard upstairs. He kissed her again, climbed the stairs and turned off the light at the top of the steps. Before shutting the door to the basement though, he took another peak at the nude girl who lay on the desk with her hips thrust upward by the books beneath the mattress. He had deliberately left the light above her on and he was impressed at just how lovely she looked -- naked, bound and gagged -- below the light but surrounded in darkness. He hoped his guests would not be staying in darkness. He hoped his guests would not be staying long.
The Partners by Mr. Trick ==================== Part 4 -- Self Promotion ========================= Once upstairs, Mitch hurriedly cleaned up all traces of Wendy's presence in the house. He made the bed; he hid her Nike sneakers which were on the porch and all traces of the clothes he had stripped her of; he rinsed and put away the glass of water; he washed his hands and face; and he got dressed in a sweatsuit, the sort of outfit you would normally wear around your house on a nice autumn weekend. He gave the place another quick inspection and found absolutely no evidence to suggest that Wendy King had ever been in his house. He then turned on the stereo and sat down on his couch with the newspaper as he waited for his guest to arrive. Ten minutes later, a black Lincoln Continental pulled up the driveway and a middle-aged man stepped out of the driver's side of the car. Benjamin Henderson, the managing partner of Henderson & Sloan, was 58 years old, balding with spots of gray hair around his ears and a sizeable paunch. He was clean-shaven and wore tortoise-shell glasses. Mitch had not had much contact with Henderson in the office because Henderson had been relegated more to managing the firm and bringing in clients rather than actually litigating cases. The few times Mitch had met the man, he found him to be crotchety and cantankerous. Mitch also recalled Henderson as having breath that smelled from coffee, his one vice since he quit smoking cigars two years earlier. Mitch could not imagine what would prompt a senior partner from his firm to visit him at his home over a long holiday weekend. Mitch's curiosity was further piqued when he saw a woman climb out of the passenger seat of the Lincoln. He recognized her immediately as Linda Draybeck, another partner at Henderson & Sloan. A tough and occasionally nasty attorney, who concentrated on complex litigation matters, Draybeck, who was not married and in her early forties, was the one person in the firm that all associates, including Mitch, did their best to avoid. All of the associates, Mitch and Wendy included, had worked for Draybeck. In fact, Wendy had most recently been Draybeck's whipping girl because all new associates worked with her. Kind of a baptism by fire. If you could survive working with Linda Draybeck, you could face any judge or adversary in court. The two partners walked up to Mitch's house, surveying the place as they approached. Before they could knock on the door, Mitch opened the door and ushered them in. "Mr. Henderson. Ms. Draybeck. What a surprise," Mitch said somewhat nervously. "What can I do for you?" They moved into the living room and sat on the L-shaped couch. "Mitch," said the female partner, "We're here to talk to you about Wendy King." Mitch tried hard to keep his poker face on and appear nonchalant, but inside, his stomach started to churn. "Wendy?" he asked with a surprised tone. "Yes, Wendy," Henderson growled through clenched teeth. "You know. The bi . . . associate you mentor." "What about her?" Mitch asked innocently. Draybeck put her hand on Henderson's arm in a futile attempt to calm him down. It didn't quite work because Mitch observed Henderson growing redder in the face. "Ms. King resigned last night from the firm. You didn't know?" Mitch shook his head. "That's news to me. What firm is she moving to?" "She didn't say. But that's not important. We need to ask you a few questions about her?" Mitch looked at the two partners suspiciously. "What kind of questions?" "You can relax, Mitch. You're not in any trouble. We just need to know if she ever spoke with you about leaving the firm or any difficulties she was having at the firm." Mitch shook his head again. "Not a word, Ms. Draybeck, but you have to realize that over the past few months, we weren't all that friendly." Draybeck looked carefully at Henderson who nodded. "Okay, Mitch. We're going to be candid with you but you must understand that this is a very sensitive issue so it can go no further than this room. Everyone's future, including yours, is at stake. Do you understand?" Mitch shrugged his shoulders and answered, "Not yet, but go ahead." Draybeck took a deep breath and began her explanation. "Last night, Ms. King charged into Mr. Henderson's office and threatened to file a sexual harassment suit against him, the firm, myself and the other three partners. Her accusations were entirely baseless but the mere accusation could be devastating. Word spreads and before you know it clients are going elsewhere and you have no credibility with the courts and your opponents. She tendered her resignation with a letter that makes no reference to her claims but told Mr. henderson that unless she received `a nice severance package' as she put it, she would file a complaint and go to the newspapers." "Stupid fucking slut," muttered Henderson under his breath. Draybeck gave him a look to be quiet and Mitch slowly began to see what was happening. Wendy's accusations were most likely not as baseless as Draybeck wanted him to believe. Draybeck continued, "You can see how concerned we are. We already checked her office and computer for any evidence that might suggest Henderson & Sloan was guilty of any inappropriate behavior but found nothing. Mr. Henderson bought us some time by telling the bit . . . Ms. King that he needed to speak to the partners so she has given us until next Monday to pay her off or she goes public. We are confident that we would be vindicated in a court of law but the damage to the firm's reputation would be irreparable." "What can I do to help?" Mitch asked. She smiled a condescending smile and said, "Think. Did she tell you anything or did you overhear her telling anybody else anything that could be damaging to the firm." Mitch decided to take a gamble. "Well," he began with a pregnant pause, "Once she did mention that Mr. Henderson here came on to her and was a little touchy-feely if you know what I mean." "That miserable bitch," said Henderson. "Did she tell you anything else about me or any of the other partners?" Sweat beaded on his forehead. "Nothing specific and, of course, I tried to tell her that she must have misinterpreted your intentions. She didn't mention anyone else by name." Henderson coughed and grew redder, this time with embarrassment rather than anger. Draybeck looked at him angrily. "You and your old boys club," she hissed. "Times have changed since you were a young lawyer, Benjamin, and now you and whoever else have put all of our futures at risk, including mine. A judgment against the firm will expose us all to personal liability." She sat back and thought. Mitch did the same. Finally, he stood up moved closer to Linda Draybeck. "Maybe I can help." "You? What can you do?" "Just suppose I could do something to help, really help, like guarantee that Wendy King files no complaints, makes no public accusations and doesn't get paid a cent? What would that be worth?" Henderson growled, "What would you want?" Mitch chuckled, "That's easy. I want to be a partner -- an equal partner -at Henderson & Sloan." Draybeck and Henderson looked at each other and nodded. "If you could guarantee that there is no lawsuit or scandal and no payoff, an equal partnership can probably be arranged, but how would you guarantee this?" Mitch thought carefully and decided to take his chances. "Follow me." He got up and walked toward the basement door. "Just take a peak down the stairs, but keep your voices down." Curious, Henderson and Draybeck opened the door to the cellar. Henderson reached for the pull string light switch, but Mitch stopped put his hand on the senior partner's arm and shook his head. "There's another light down there and it's already on." Henderson frowned but continued down the steps with Draybeck right behind him. He was halfway down the steps when he peaked over the bannister and looked toward the light. He stopped abruptly and Draybeck bumped into him. Henderson's eyes were opened wide as he stared at the sight below him and then turned to watch Draybeck's reaction when she saw what he was seeing. Like Henderson, she was awestruck at the sight below her. There she was, Wendy King, the source of all their problems, stripped naked and bound and gagged. Henderson smiled as he stared at the helpless associate who had her eyes closed and so far had neither seen or heard the three people on the stairs. He felt a stirring in his pants and his breathing became heavier as his heart pounded faster and faster in his chest. Draybeck also stared at the trussed up girl and her heart too began to beat faster. They both looked at Mitch who motioned for them to go upstairs. "So," Mitch asked with a wicked grin, "Am I a partner?" The two senior partners were dumbfounded. "What the hell is going on here?" Linda Draybeck finally asked. "Relax, Linda. May I call you Linda?" Mitch snickered and then told them the entire story of how he had come to have Wendy King bound, gagged and naked in his basement. "So you see, there is no way to trace her here. As far as the firm knows, she resigned and you have her letter to prove it. Her Jeep is parked ten miles away and will probably be stolen by nightfall and no one other than the three of us knows she's here. It's perfect." "But, but," stammered Ms. Draybeck, "What are you going to do to her?" Mitch looked at Henderson who smiled knowingly before answering the question that had been posed to Mitch. "Anything we want, Linda. Anything and everything we want." "So," said Mitch, "Am I in?" Linda Draybeck took a deep breath and answered, "I guess you are, partner, I guess you are. We'll have to sell it to the other three, but since the little bitch leveled harassment charges at them as well, I think they'll go along when we explain things to them." Henderson laughed. "Looks like we'll be having our partners' meetings at your place from now on, Mitch. And I think they're going to be held more often than ever."
The Partners by Mr. Trick ==================== Part 5 -- Company Cums ====================== "So, what say we have a little fun?" asked Mitch. "What do you mean?" asked Linda Draybeck. "Well, Linda, the sky's the limit. Unless you're shy. I don't think Ben here is shy though. Are you, Ben?" "I'm in pig heaven, Mitch, my boy," answered the older man. "You got anything to drink here, by the way?" "Sure. Liquor cabinet's by the window. Help yourself." Henderson nodded and moved to the credenza that housed Mitch's liquor. He spotted an opened bottle of Grand Marnier and grabbed it and a glass. "Let's go have ourselves a party," said Henderson whose pants were already bulging as he grabbed Draybeck by the shoulder and led her toward the basement. Mitch called to them as they opened the door to the cellar. "Here, take these. It's a little cool down there." He handed them each robes and took his own robe as well. The three of them then proceeded down the stairs to the basement. "Let me go first," said Mitch who was already undressing and donning the robe. "I'll get things set up while you two get yourselves ready." They nodded in agreement to him. He sauntered over to the tied girl whose eyes were still closed and cleared his throat to announce his return. "Hello, sunshine," he said. "Guess what, we've got company! And guess what again, they're friends of yours. Let me introduce you to my new partners." He waved his hands with a flourish toward the stairs and added, "Ben, Linda, I believe you know Wendy." She craned her neck to see who Mitch was referring to and what little color that remained in her face drained when she saw Henderson and Draybeck walking toward her and wearing robes similar to the one Mitch was wearing. "Hello, Ms. King," said Henderson with a sneer as he down some more of the orange flavored liquor. "May I go first?" he asked Mitch and Draybeck. Draybeck held up her hand in protest. "Ladies first, if you don't mind." Henderson looked dejected, but Mitch consoled him. "Don't worry, Ben," answered Mitch. "There's plenty of time for all of us. You're not going anywhere, are you sweet thing?" he said with a nod toward the struggling girl. Draybeck pursed her lips and looked at Wendy's bound figure. Then, she walked around the desk to which the girl was tied and rummaged through its drawers until she found what she was looking for -- a pair of small binder clips. Similar to clothes pins in their use, Draybeck thought they would do quite nicely for what she had in mind. Next, she rifled through Mitch's work bench where she found some kite string. She returned to the desk and held the two black binder clips before Wendy's eyes. "Your tits are too small to tie but your nipples look oh so fine, Ms. King. Let's dress them up a bit." Wendy's eyes opened wide in horror and she shook her head in angry protest. She screamed into her gag but her mouth was packed so tightly with her panties that no sound came forth. Slowly and deliberately, Draybeck grasped each of Wendy's nipples and affixed a binder clip to them. She smiled as she saw tears appear in the corner of the captive girl's eyes. "You'll get used to it, dear," she said as she looped a length of kite string through each of the binder clips. When she was through and certain that the strings were long enough for her purposes, she gave each a tug. This had the effect of pulling the tightly clamped binder clips upward. Wendy uttered a muffled scream as she arched her back in an effort to ease the tension and she feared her nipples would be torn from her breasts. "Perfect," announced Draybeck. "And that's what I'm going to do if you fail to do exactly as you're told." Draybeck turned to Mitch. "Can I remove the gag?" "Sure, there's no neighbors nearby and even if there were, it's an old house with thick walls. No one will hear her. Go ahead." Draybeck smiled again and began to remove the gray duct tape that Mitch had placed over Wendy's mouth earlier. She then snaked a finger in Wendy's mouth and extracted the panties. Holding them up with a look of absolute disdain, she wiped them on Wendy's face and tossed them aside. She then disrobed to reveal a nice trim body with firm breasts. "Not bad for a girl of 42," she said to no one in particular. Draybeck, Mitch thought as he saw the female partner clad only in her gray panties, was not that unattractive after all. She stepped out of her panties and placed them on the desk. Wendy was licking her lips to relieve the dryness that filled her mouth. Draybeck meanwhile climbed on top of the desk, still holding the strings that were connected to the binder clips attached to Wendy's now erect and reddened nipples. "Okay, bitch, here's the plan," Draybeck began to explain, "I didn't remove your gag because I want conversation. I removed it because you wouldn't be able to lick my pussy if you were still sucking on your filthy panties. So, start licking." Draybeck eased her crotch over Wendy's face and positioned herself so the girl's mouth could perform its assigned task. Wendy shrieked, "No! No! Uuughh," and turned her head to escape Draybeck's plush mound. Draybeck shrugged and gave the strings a jerk. Wendy howled in pain. "If you don't start licking me good, I'm going to rip those nipples right off those tits. Start licking!" With no alternative, Wendy began to lick the older woman's crotch. Draybeck pressed herself hard against the girl's mouth and felt her juices begin to flow. Mitch and Henderson watched and smiled as they observed their prisoner working Draybeck's pussy and heard Draybeck's moans of pleasure. Draybeck's juices flowed into Wendy's mouth and all over her face. The girl would occasionally give a yelp of pain as Draybeck sometimes pulled on the strings for no apparent reason. After about fifteen minutes, Draybeck let go of the strings and climbed off the girl's face. Wendy began crying again but her captors remained unphased as they watched her tears mix with the juices Draybeck had deposited on the bound girl's face. "Oh, here," said Draybeck with a hint of exasperation. "Let me clean you up a little." Draybeck picked up her own panties and ran it over Wendy's face, wiping up the girl's tears and her own fluids. Wendy looked up at Draybeck and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, Draybeck shoved her own panties into Wendy's mouth. "Suck on those for a while, whore." She put a few pieces of the duct tape over the girl's mouth to prevent her from spitting her new gag out. Mitch and Henderson laughed as they watched Wendy protest. It had been bad enough having her own soiled panties packed in her mouth, but having Draybeck's panties used as a gag was utterly repulsive. "My turn," announced Henderson, who could barely contain himself. He removed the bathrobe to reveal an ugly, overweight body covered with hair. Wendy was sickened at the thought of Henderson invading her and she stared in muted horror at Henderson's cock which was brimming with anticipation. "Can we flip her over on her belly when I'm ready?" he asked. "Ben, old friend, you can have her hanging upside down if that's your pleasure," Mitch answered. The girl's eyes bulged with fear and she swung her head back and forth in an effort to shut out the inevitable. Henderson smiled and bent over to whisper in her ear. "You little, blackmailing whore. You wanted to be paid. Well, here's your first installment." With that, he removed the binder clips from her nipples and poured the contents of his glass of Grand Marnier on the captive girl, climbed on top of her and began to lick the sticky liqueur from her body. He licked her face; he licked her arms; he licked her tits; and he licked her legs. All the while his hairy body rubbed against the frightened girl who could do nothing to repel him. She looked to Mitch and Draybeck for help, but saw that their attention was riveted to Henderson and his licking frenzy. When he was done, he looked to Mitch and said, "Help me flip the little bitch over. I want to check her out from the rear." Mitch untied her hands while Henderson undid the ropes that bound her legs. Mitch flipped her over and retied the ropes to the desk's legs, but Henderson left her legs free from the cords. Instead he grabbed her by her ankles and pulled himself forward until his ready shaft was touching her. "I'm going to take her from behind . . .doggie style," he announced as he plunged his member inside the girl who was on her hands and knees. In and out it went. She felt Henderson's coffee breath on her neck and thought she would be sick as he continued his merciless assault of her vagina. "Mitch, let's double team her," said Henderson unexpectedly. Mitch smiled and nodded. He reached for her mouth, undid the tape and removed the gag. Then, he had another idea. He took Draybeck's panties and placed them over Wendy's face so that her nose was stuck in the crotch of the panties but her mouth was free for Mitch's pleasure. Draybeck and Henderson both applauded Mitch's creativity as he climbed on the desk and forced his cock back into her mouth. Henderson and Mitch quickly fell into a rhythmic pattern as they each pumped their dicks in opposite ends of the girl. "Get ready, Mitch!" yelled Henderson after a few minutes. "I'm going to cum!" Mitch said to his partner, "Just give me the word." "On three," replied Henderson. "One . . . two . . . NOW!" Simultaneously, they each let loose filling her orifices with their salty semen. She felt Henderson's cum dribble down her leg as Mitch's poured down her throat since he would not remove his dick to allow her to spit out his seed. Finally, he removed his cock from his mouth. The helpless girl looked at her captors and meekly said, "What now?" Draybeck approached and answered her. "Well, bitch, there are still three other partners in the firm. Plus, there are associates and support staff bonuses to consider." Henderson snickered. Mitch came up to her and held her face in his hands. "Just think, Wendy, you wanted so badly to be made a partner. Now you're being made by all the partners." He kissed her face and said to his new partners, "Who's ready for more?" THE END
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