A STUD FOR SANDY Copyright reserved January 2000 by Verywierd This story is loosely based on actual events narrated to me by a fan and are used with her permission. However, the plot, dialogue and personalities are purely fictional. My thanks to you Sandy and I hope you enjoy it. Chapter One. 'The long, glistening leather whip wraps itself around your waist, the tip biting into the skin of your waist like a striking snake. Your spread-eagled body quivers like a leaf in a storm. I let the whip uncoil from around your waist, drawing it back to my side, and then send it shooting out one last time to embrace your hips. My mastery of the bullwhip allows me to send the tip darting straight to your pussy, landing with a sharp "Snap!". The burning pain of the whip triggers your orgasm, and your body shakes with the tremours of a muscle wrenching climax and you howl your ecstasy into the night air' The words seem to flow from the monitor screen directly into Sandy's brain and she could almost feel the sensations described by her anonymous 'tormentor'. Shifting uneasily on her chair, Sandy realised that what she did feel was intense horniness. It had been nearly six months since she had broken up with her last boyfriend and she definitely did not think that chastity suited her. As she signed off from the chat 'room' with one hand on the keyboard, the other slid unconsciously across her breasts, stoking the warm, tingling sensations that the session had aroused in her pierced nipples. 'What you need is a man!' Sandy jumped, snatching her hand away from her chest in reflexive modesty. Engrossed in her virtual torture session, Sandy had forgotten all about the presence of her best girlfriend Chris, who had been watching TV in the living room. 'Don't do that!' complained Sandy, feeling her skin flush red, embarrassed to be caught out by her friend. 'Well I'm right. You do need a man' continued Chris, 'in more ways than one' she added, grinning. Ever since Sandy had broken up with her last boyfriend, Chris had been trying to introduce her to a succession of supposedly eligible men. 'Yeah, like that guy who worked in the petshop and talked to lizards' replied Sandy sarcastically. 'Lizards need love too' said Chris, unabashed. 'Besides, he married that vet last week. But I do have good news'. 'Oh oh' groaned Sandy. 'No, this guy is great. I met him yesterday at the gym' said Chris, undaunted by Sandy's lack of enthusiasm. 'A real stud, I'll bet' 'As matter of fact, he is. He's good looking, tanned, and a hunk. I can testify to the last. He looks really good in exercise gear' said Chris, licking her lips at the thought of all that luscious manhood. 'I have set up a double date for us tonight. Dinner at that new Chinese restaurant and tickets for a movie. I know that you have nothing on today. Come on, it will be fun!' After a series of duds, Sandy did not feel inclined to spend another evening with one more singles bar reject. However, Chris was persistent and to her disgust, Sandy found herself giving in to her friend's pleas. 'O.K. One last try' sighed Sandy. 'But I warn you Chris, if this guy spends all his time trying to look down my dress, I swear that I will knee him in the nuts right there in the restaurant' Chuckling, Chris went home to change and to meet her own date. Mentally kicking herself for succumbing to her friend's arguments, Sandy went into her bathroom to take a shower. As she undressed, she looked at herself in the full length mirror beside the wash basin. Pulling off the rubber band that held her shoulder length hair in a pony tail, she shook her natural blond tresses from side to side, letting the long golden strands fall across the side of her face. Light gleamed from her chest, the bathroom lights sparkling off of the twin platinum rings that swung like tiny jewel encrusted pendulums from her pierced nipples. She had bought a matching set for her ears as well, but those lay on her dressing table, waiting to be exchanged for the plain gold studs that she had worn for the past week. Her nipples stiffened as she looked at herself, the heat of the on-line sex session coming back to her. At 28 years of age, Sandy had a firm, well toned body. She was well aware that some of the teenage boys who attended the community sports programmes that she administered, did so in the hope of spending some time watching her run around the gym in body hugging spandex. Cupping her tight, virginal looking breasts in her hands, Sandy recalled the sharp stinging pain of the needle as it pierced each quivering nipple while she sat topless in the shop. That memory, and the words of 'Master X', her on-line tormentor, helped to spread the heat from her breasts down her belly and into her pussy. Her groin throbbed and tingled as the blood rushed to the blossoming lips of her sex and she could feel the slick, shiny juices start to flow from inside her passage. Leaning against the steam heated glass of the shower cubical, Sandy slid one hand down her front, pinching her skin as it moved towards the neatly trimmed patch of gold at the join of her thighs. Each pinch, sharp and crackling like a tiny electric shock, seemed to flash in her mind, while simultaneously being stored in the shiny pink battery of her clitoris. The charge grew ever stronger as Sandy tugged and twisted at her nipple rings, the itching, aching feeling pushing her towards the ultimate, sizzling discharge. Her fingers finished their downward journey, sliding of their own accord into the damp crevice of her sex until they gripped her moist, crinkled inner labia. Finally, she could hold it no longer. Sandy lowered her other hand from her breasts, the index finger gently landing on the tiny hood of skin that shielded her clit. Up and down, around and around, the finger skillfully primed her clit. Her buttocks clenched tight, and the taut muscles of her thighs tensed as if to prepare her for a great leap into the void. Unable to bear the sweet torture any longer, Sandy pinched her labia hard, the tips of her nails a pale imitation of the needle's bite as she imagined them piercing her sex lips. Her other finger dipped under the hood of flesh to make contact with her clit. A miniature lightning bolt flashed from her clit to her finger as her body jerked and vibrated from an intense orgasm. Her thighs clamped together, trapping her fingers and involuntarily coating them with her love juices. For a long moment Sandy sagged against the glass as her universe reeled. Then total relaxation replaced the quivering tension and she staggered into the shower stall, gasping as the torrent of hot water struck her body.
Chapter Two. Sandy shook her head in amazement as she locked the main door of the music store, of which she was the manager. For once, Chris had not been exaggerating when she had described Sandy's blind date. His name was Marcus and he was every bit the stud that Chris had made him out to be. His rugged good looks, wavy chestnut hair and broad chest made Sandy want to look around for the cameras that surely had to be following him around. Even more amazing was the fact that he was charming and intelligent. He had kept Sandy laughing and chatting all evening, their whispered jokes and giggles causing the other patrons of the cinema to glare and throw popcorn. When he had revealed that he was a 'security consultant' she had burst out laughing. He had responded in a cliched private-eye voice, saying 'Hey lady, us private dicks have gotta strike it lucky once in a while too ya know'. That date had been a month ago, and they had seen each other almost every night since then. As Sandy walked to her car, her smile suddenly disappeared. They had talked of many things and exchanged much of each other's life stories, but up to now, Sandy had not been able to bring herself to tell him about her sexual tastes. In her mind she imagined the hurt look in his smoky grey eyes and his voice seemed to echo in her mind saying one word accusingly, over and over. 'Pervert!' Sandy shook her head like a dog shedding water, putting her emotional problems aside for the moment as she neared the gymnasium. It was her turn to supervise the activities for the night and in addition, she coached an introductory girls' volleyball team that was designed to attract the neighborhood girls into taking part in organised sports. She spent much of the time getting to know the girls and encouraging them to participate as well as keeping the peace. She noticed that Angela, one of her new girls, had not turned up. No one had seen her that day and she had not called in sick. It was not unusual for girls to join in for a session or two and then drop out again, but Sandy had hoped that Angela would be one of those who stayed. However, the girls who were present needed her attention and Angela faded from her mind as the team got down to work. Another week went by and Sandy was no closer to telling Marcus about her sexual tastes nor had Angela ever returned to the team. However, on Friday, things suddenly changed. Sandy had just come home from work and was still wet from the shower when her doorbell rang. To her surprise, she saw that it was Marcus standing outside her door. 'Marcus! I thought you said that you would be working tonight' she said in surprise. She notice that he looked grim and made not attempt to kiss her cheek in greeting as he usually did. 'I need your help Sandy' he said in a serious tone of voice as he walked into the living room. He held a large brown envelope in his hand. Once they were seated together on the couch, he started to explain. 'I have been hired by a couple of worried parents to locate their daughter. They suspect that she has been kidnapped' Sandy frowned. 'Suspect? They don't know? Maybe she just ran away' Marcus nodded. 'That is what the police said too. When they discovered that the girl had run away before, they just dropped that case and advised the parents to wait for her to get in touch with them. However the parents felt otherwise and so they hired me' 'Did you find her?' asked Sandy, wondering where this was all leading. 'I think so' replied Marcus. 'I believe that she has been taken by a sex slavery ring. Attractive fourteen year old girls are always in demand. This morning, an informant of mine told me that he had heard that the girl was being held in a house just outside of town. However, he thinks that she will only be there for tonight, and will be shipped out of the country in the morning'. Marcus opened the envelope and pulled out a photograph. 'Angela!' gasped Sandy, staring in horror at the picture.
Chapter Three. Marcus explained that he had managed to make contact with the kidnappers through his informant, posing as a potential buyer of 'talent'. He had been invited to meet the kidnappers this very night, but Marcus was required to turn up with a female companion. By forcing Marcus and a female companion to participate in some sexual fun and games, the kidnappers hoped weed out potential law officers. Marcus had a female investigator on call who could have accompanied him, but she happened to be out of town. 'All you need to do is to act as one of my "girls" and agree with whatever I say' explained Marcus. 'There will only be two of them there, a man and a woman. Hopefully, I can discover if Angela is really there and if so, in which room. If I get the chance, I will overpower them and rescue Angela. If not, I will make some excuse and we will leave before we get down to any sex. Once outside, I will try to get the police to take action or failing that, I will call in some of my associates and we will attempt a rescue' Sandy thought of the shy, quiet girl that she had known at the gym, and imagined her being sold and raped by a gang of criminals. She knew at once that she had no choice but to help. Marcus hugged her and she clung to his powerful body for a moment, drawing on his strength and confidence. Then she went to her room to change. She chose a tight black cotton dress that ended half way down her thighs, and matching shoes. Snatching a small leather handbag from the drawer, she tossed a few items into it and turned to go. Then she remembered her new earrings and decided that they would suit her supposed persona better than the plain gold studs presently in her ears. Quickly, she unfastened the studs and put them on the table top. Just as she finished inserting the platinum earrings, one of the gold studs rolled off the table and fell to the floor. Sandy decided that she had no time to look for it and swept the remaining stud into her bag for safe keeping. As they drove through the night, Sandy tried some method acting and tried to think like a hooker with her pimp. She tried to think sexy with a touch of fear. Pimps liked to beat their girls; or at least that was the way they were portrayed on TV. If you could not trust the TV, who could you trust? The idea of being hit made her tingle a bit, but the thought of Marcus acting like a pimp made her feel ill. Finally, the car bumped to a halt in front of the house. The only lights around were the headlamps of the car and the dim yellow light shining beside the front door. The night felt terribly quiet after listening to the steady growl of the engine. Marcus stepped out of the car and Sandy joined him, deciding that a hooker would not wait for her pimp to open the car door for her. There was a creaking sound from the house. 'What's your name?' said a man's voice. 'Marcus' 'OK Marcus. If you are carrying, I suggest that you lock it in the glove compartment. If I find anything on you, you are a dead man. Understand?' said the voice. 'Oh, and that goes for the woman too' Marcus cursed under his breath and pulled a P228 Sig Sauer pistol from a pancake holster in his waistband and placed it carefully in the glove compartment. Sandy noted that he did not lock it as the voice had instructed. Sandy followed Marcus into the house. A dark haired woman searched them both carefully before allowing them further inside. The man stood to one side with a short barreled revolver in his hand. The woman took pains not to step into his line of fire while searching them. The pistol disappeared under the man's jacket when the girl declared the both of them 'clean'. 'I'm Jack and this is Gloria' said the man, waving his hand in the direction of his female companion. 'I'm sorry about the search and the gun, but there are certain "risks" in my line of business. I am sure that you understand' Marcus smiled genially and the two men shook hands. Jack led them into the living room and gave them beers. Sandy was relieved that they would not have to gulp down bourbon by the glass as in the movies. Jack put his arm around Gloria's waist as she stood beside his chair. He openly ogled Sandy's thighs, making her feel like a piece of merchandise. 'What do you think of Gloria here?' asked Jack. 'She's new. I just got her a week ago, but I think that I have broken her in nicely' Marcus imitated Jack's meat market stare and grinned. 'Very nice' 'Of course, when she first arrived, Gloria was a bit naughty; weren't you Gloria?' he asked, turning to the dark haired woman. 'Yes Jack' she replied cautiously. Marcus tried to move onto business. 'Speaking of new girls, I thought that you had some new stuff for sale' However, Jack refused to be rushed. 'Plenty of time for that later' he replied. 'Lets get to know each other first' Marcus forced himself to relax and smile. 'Sure thing' 'Where was I?' said Jack. 'Oh yes, naughty Gloria! But she soon learned her place, didn't you?' 'Yes Jack' 'And you are a good, obedient girl now aren't you?' said Jack, his tone getting more insistent. 'Yes Jack' 'Would you like to show Marcus just how obedient you are?' Gloria hesitated for a second before replying 'Yes Jack'. Jack did not miss the hesitation, and he glared briefly at the hapless woman. 'Well?' Gloria wore a loose T-shirt over a pair of black, sequin studded jeans and cowboy boots. With a supple movement of her arms, she pulled her T-shirt up and off, baring the upper half of her body. She was not wearing a bra, and her large breasts wobbled freely. After laying her shirt on the back of Jack's chair, Gloria put her feet together and her hands on the top of her head. 'Please smack my titties Jack' she said in a husky, inviting tone of voice. Jack grinned and pulled his belt out of the loops of his pants. 'That sounds like a good idea' Sandy watched in fascinated horror as Jack proceeded to whip Gloria's breasts with his belt, gripping the buckle firmly in his fist. The leather struck Gloria's soft breasts with a loud 'Splat!', each blow leaving a sharp edged red mark on her skin. Jack struck with skill, alternating from one breast to the other and seldom hitting the same spot twice in a row. Where the red marks crossed, a deep red weal formed, the flesh at that spot swelling angrily. Sandy was amazed by Gloria's fortitude, as she remained absolutely still while Jack viciously thrashed her tender breasts. Once he had thoroughly reddened both globes, Jack concentrated on Gloria's nipples, snapping the leather strap with jerks of his wrist so that the tip cracked across a nipple with tremendous force. When Jack finally stopped, Gloria's nipples were bloodied and swollen. Both Marcus and Sandy gaped at the scene in amazement, as neither had expected this kind of display. What was even more surprising was the fact the Gloria did not look terribly distressed. She was obviously in a lot of pain, but she was smiling in satisfaction at the same time. The uncertainty and reluctance were gone and the woman fairly radiated sexual heat. Sandy realised that the couple had been playing a sexual game and that Gloria had wanted to be beaten all along. This knowledge started the heat rising in Sandy's own loins, but at the same time increased her concern for Angela.
Chapter Four. Jack threaded his belt back into his trousers and sat down, grinning in satisfaction. Gloria perched on the arm of his chair, her arm around Jack's shoulders. Her bright red breasts seemed to glow with heat. Patting Gloria on the thigh possessively, Jack turned to Marcus. 'What do you think?' Marcus nodded in approval. 'You have got yourself a good girl there' 'When I got her, she wouldn't even give head and had never been spanked' said Jack. 'After a little training, I've made her into one hot mama. I was looking forward to starting on that new girl soon; unless we come to an arrangement'. Before Marcus could follow up on those words, Jack turned to look at Sandy, and a trace of the hard eyed criminal returned to his expression. 'Is she one of yours?' Marcus reached out to hold Sandy's hand, squeezing it warningly. 'Yes. I've had her for a month now and I am quite pleased with her progress'. Marcus had to force himself to stay casual at Jack's mention of a 'new girl'. This was the first confirmation from Jack that Angela might still be nearby. 'Do you use the a belt on her too?' asked Jack. Marcus shook his head. 'I am the old fashioned type. I prefer a proper whip'. Seeing Jack nod in encouragement, Marcus felt obliged to elaborate. 'For the latest training session, I had her strung up and spread eagled. It is beautiful to watch the whip wrap itself around her body, whirling faster and faster until the tip bites into her skin' Sandy was stunned to hear these words coming from Marcus. Surely it could not be possible? Was Marcus her electronic friend Master X? 'Yes, I am learning to enjoy the pain' she commented, squeezing Marcus' hand in return. 'Remember how you wrapped the whip around my hips and caught my pussy with the tip? I almost came right then'. It was Marcus' turn to stare when he realised that Sandy was his favorite 'victim'. 'Yes, I remember' he replied, letting his tone of voice and his gaze tell her that he recognised her too. Sandy's heart danced in her chest and she felt like shouting with glee. The nightmare of Marcus' accusing face and the fear of hearing him call her a pervert faded into mist. He understood! Marcus decided that they had discovered enough. He did not want to put Sandy at risk or to subject her to some humiliating show. He started to stand up, saying 'Look here Jack, this has been fun, but I came here to do business. If you can't deliver the goods, then I think that I should be going'. The sight of Jack's gun made him freeze, and then sink slowly back into his seat. 'This is not a supermarket. You don't just walk in here, poke around and walk back out again' said Jack grimly, placing his pistol carefully on the table. 'If you can satisfy me that you are legit, then we will do business. If not, then you are going to suffer an unfortunate accident and Sandy here will compensate me for my wasted time' Marcus held his hands up, palms outward. 'O.K. Jack. No need to get excited. We will do it your way. What do you want?' Jack replied, 'So far Sandy has not done anything that proves that she is one of the girls except to flash her thighs. She could be Mother Superior of the local convent for all I know!' 'I don't have my whip with me' said Marcus, playing for time, his eyes on the gun. Jack frowned suspiciously. Sandy realised that Marcus was trying to shield her. She also realised that if they did not satisfy Jack soon something bad was going to happen. She turned to Marcus and said 'You have not inspected my nipples since you pierced them the other day. Maybe Jack would like to see how they came out' Marcus turned his head to look at Sandy and he mouthed 'Nipples?' silently, his eyebrows raised. He saw Sandy give a tiny nod and decided that she knew what she was doing. Turning back to Jack, he smiled and shrugged. 'Why not?' Sandy stood up and pushed the spaghetti straps of her dress off of her shoulders. She slipped her thumbs under the built-in cups and peeled the clinging black cotton from her chest and down towards her waist, baring her breasts. The delicate glittering platinum rings with their tiny inset diamonds sparkled, framed by the darker red of her aureoles. Sandy's nipples were already hard and she displayed them proudly, placing her hands behind her neck. This was the first time that Marcus had seen Sandy's breasts and he was rendered breathless from seeing them in such a dramatic manner. He stood up and went to her side. Gently, he lifted one of the rings with his fingers, feeling the warmth of her body in the metal. He heard Sandy whisper 'Go ahead'. Marcus started to pull the ring away from Sandy's chest, stretching her pierced nipple and then pulling the breast itself into a teardrop shape. He twisted the ring, winding the captive flesh of her nipple into a crinkled spiral and drawing a hiss of pain from Sandy. He held the painful grip for ten seconds before suddenly releasing the ring, letting Sandy's flesh snap back into it's smooth natural shape. Sandy offered her other nipple by turning her shoulders slightly, and watched as Marcus repeated the process on the second breast. When he had finished, her nipples were even more swollen than before and Sandy could feel that her skin had been slightly torn by the piercing metal. Marcus turned back to Jack, a carefully assumed expression of boredom on his face. 'Satisfied?' he asked. Jack sneered. 'That was pretty, but it did not prove a thing. I bet even Gloria's grandmother has nipple rings these days, and how do I know that you were the one who did the piercing?' As Sandy pulled the top of her dress back into place, she saw Marcus' fist clench in anger. She knew that while he might not have any problem with whipping her, she also knew that Marcus would not do so just to entertain Jack'. If she did not do something, Marcus was going to try and grab Jack's gun and something told her that Jack was waiting for that to happen. Suddenly, it all came to her, and she knew just what she had to do. 'Oh all right!' said Sandy, in a huffy tone of voice. 'I was going to give you a surprise with this Marcus, but since Jack wants to see me show off so badly, I might as well do it now!" 'Do what?' said Marcus and Jack at the same time, sounding like a comedy chorus. 'May I get some stuff from my bag?' asked Sandy. When Jack nodded after first placing his hand over his gun, Sandy opened her handbag and dug around in it for a moment. Finally, she set the things that she wanted on the table top and closed the bag. She arranged the items neatly in a straight line and grinned triumphantly. On the table lay a large darning needle in a tiny cylindrical plastic case which came from the emergency sewing kit that she always carried in her handbag, a small plastic bottle of antiseptic solution that was a remnant of her nipple piercing, a small gold ring that was twisted into an open spiral, which had originally adorned her nipple and finally, the single gold stud that she had removed from her ear earlier that evening. 'I saw how much you liked having my nipples pierced, so I thought that as a surprise, I would pierce my pussy for you when we went to bed tonight' said Sandy, enjoying the look of shock on Marcus' face. 'Now if everyone will take a seat, the show will begin!' Sandy kicked off her shoes and then hiked the hem of her short dress up over her hips, exposing the black lace g- string that she had worn for the occasion. She did not allow herself time to be embarrassed about exposing herself in front of total strangers, and pulled the tiny lace garment off, letting it slide down her thighs and onto the floor. The black lace strip that had run between her legs glistened with her juices and she knew that when she spread her legs everyone would be able to see how much the events of the night had excited her. After making sure that all her gear was within easy reach, Sandy sat down on the edge of her chair, leaned back and lifted her legs up, hooking her knees over the arm rests. Her pussy was turned upwards by the extreme posture and every part of her sex was clearly visible to the two men and the other woman in the room. Picking up the antiseptic solution, she applied it to the needle, the ring and the stud, before spreading generous amounts over both sides of the spot on her labia that she had chosen to pierce. She had never tried anything like this before, and she hoped that she would be able to stand the pain without making a fool of herself and possibly getting Marcus and herself killed. Sandy picked up the needle with her right hand. Just looking at the sharp silver point made the flesh of her labia tingle and the muscles of her vagina contract. With her free hand, she pinched up her labia and pulled it taut, the sharp sting of the pinch making her toes clench. There was absolute silence in the room as Sandy place the tip of the needle against the centre of the stretched out sex lip. Clenching her teeth, she pushed the sliver of metal firmly against her flesh. A sharp, biting pain shot through her, and the labia stretched away from the needle, forming a tiny tent of skin. The pain grew and grew as she felt the skin pop and the point penetrate her flesh. Unlike the quick and relatively painless piercing of her ears and her nipples, this slow, deliberate penetration hurt a lot, and her nerves screamed for her to pull the needle out. Instead, she pushed even harder and with a second tiny 'pop' the point of the needle shot through the skin on the other side, leaving her labia impaled on the shiny steel of the darning needle. To her relief, the pain practically disappeared once the point had completed it's journey through her flesh. Sandy felt a flash of intense pride and congratulated herself on her bravery. Pausing for a short rest, Sandy eyes met Marcus' and she smiled when he gave her a quick wink. Unlike the heavy gauge hypodermic needle that many people used for this kind of piercing, Sandy knew that the darning needle was too small to make a proper hole and that she would have to enlarge it with the stem of the gold stud. Picking up the stud, she removed the fastener and placed it carefully on the table. Resuming her position, Sandy carefully pulled out the needle and stretched out her labia once more. A tiny drop of blood glistened on the skin around the hole. The stalk of the gold stud was many times thicker than the needle and it's point was blunt. Placing the tip of the stalk on the bloody entrance wound, Sandy began to push and gently twist the golden metal shaft against her taut labia. The flesh of her labia began to stretch out more and more as she tried to force the blunt shaft through the tiny opening made by the needle. Mentally, Sandy went 'Yeowwww!' as the gold spike ripped and stretched the wound, forcing itself through her labia. The pain was really bad, making her want to pee as her body shook with the agony. Sandy concentrated her mind solely on that point of shooting pain, allowing the burning sensation to flow through her mind and body, until it almost felt like a warm, comforting flame. The heat built ever higher, until she thought that she was going to have to scream out loud, until suddenly her aching fingers felt the tiny jerk that indicated that the stud had burst its way through her flesh to rest snugly against the side of her labia. Sandy gasped in relief, as she admired the new piece of jewelry that she had just acquired. The pain did not end there, as the stud had not cleanly pierced her labia but merely stretched the skin and flesh around the original wound. But when Marcus knelt at her side, whispered 'Well done' and kissed her forehead, the throbbing ache between her legs became a beacon of triumph. Through the pain, she could even feel the start of a different kind of heat in her pussy that throbbed in sympathy and generated it's own kind of lotion, running down her inner thigh and staining the fabric of the seat. Sandy turned to Jack and said 'Give me a moment and you can help me take this stud out and insert the pussy ring' Jack nodded eagerly and Marcus knew that the kidnapper was convinced of their bona fides. 'Hey Jack, can we please do some business now?' he said, keeping his voice calm and bored. Jack grinned and reached into his pocket. Pulling out a key, he tossed it to Gloria, saying 'Go get Angela so that Marcus can inspect the merchandise'. Then he knelt down between Sandy's thighs to play with the blood stained stud, offering to apply some of the antiseptic on the bleeding wound. The sound of two pairs of feet came from the corridor and Gloria returned, dragging a teenage girl that both Marcus and Sandy recognised at once as their Angela. Unfortunately, Angela recognised Sandy as well. Desperately happy to see a friendly face, she wailed 'Sandy! Help me! I wanna go home!' Jack's eyes widened in shock when he heard his captive cry out Sandy's name. He realised that he had been tricked and started to turn and reach for his pistol. However, Sandy had been given the advantage of seeing Angela over Jack's shoulder and she realised what was about to happen a split second before the happily engrossed Jack could react. Sandy let her legs drop off the chair, wrapping them around Jack's upper arms. The pain of crushing her wounded pussy against Jack's chest made her yell, but she still had the presence of mind to pick up the half empty bottle of beer at her side and to club him over the head. Brought up on a staple diet of TV shows, Sandy was surprised when the bottle did not shatter dramatically, but instead, bounced off the top of Jack's skull with a loud, hollow 'Bonk!'. Jack shouted in pain and struggled even harder against her pinning thighs. Panicked, Sandy brought the bottle down on Jack's head a second time, gripped in both hands. This time, the blow was hard enough to thoroughly stun the kidnapper, who sagged limply to the floor. In the meantime, Marcus was wrestling with a furious Gloria for possession of Jack's gun. When she broke free of his grip and dived for the pistol, Marcus assisted her downward movement by shoving her hard in the back. Gloria slammed into the table. With both hands outstretched and reaching for the gun, she was unable to save herself from smashing face first into the solid wood. The table collapsed under the unconscious woman and Marcus neatly scooped up the pistol. With the resilience of youth, Angela had recovered sufficiently from her ordeal to clap in excitement as the bad guys were put down. Suddenly, she noticed Sandy's new jewelry. 'Hey Sandy, I see you got yourself a new stud' she said grinning and giving Sandy a thumbs up. Grinning from ear to ear in relief, Sandy looked towards Marcus who was smiling at her as well. Sandy nodded, recalling the first words that she had used in reference to Marcus. 'Yes. I think that you're right Angela. I most definitely have found myself a new stud!'. Angela shook her head in confusion when the couple burst out laughing. There was no understanding these old folks!
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