A Summer in Sexual Hell

       Tim Prescott was on a plane from Atlanta to Los Angeles to spend six weeks of his summer vacation with his father.  Tim was seventeen and had lived in Atlanta for nearly four years since his mother had moved there to be near her parents after she and Tim’s father, Peter Prescott, divorced.  Tim spent summers and winter vacations with his father.  Peter, 44, was a multimillion dollar real estate tycoon in LA with a palatial mansion in Bel Air, beach homes in San Diego and Hawaii and an apartment in New York City.   Since his divorce, he had had a series of spectacularly beautiful girl friends, using his vast fortune to woo them.

Tim had to admit to himself that spending time in LA was a turn-on since his father’s girl friends were always around displaying themselves by the pool in micro bikinis.  He wondered idly what his father’s latest trophy chick looked like.  Peter had told him that this time he had a live-in girl friend named Lucia Sanchez and had added lasciviously that she was just like her name.

       Tim had had a few girl friends himself since he was now developing quite a physique.  Football and weight lifting had given him the build of a hunk, although he was psychologically still pretty immature.  He had not acquired that much sexual experience so far, just some heavy petting, which had led to a few premature ejaculations.  His last girl friend had actually given him a hand-job, but he hadn’t managed to hold out for more than 30 seconds.

*******

       While Tim was in the air fantasizing about the mysterious Lucia Sanchez, the real Lucia Sanchez, who was much more delicious than anything Tim could have imagined, was lying completely naked next to the pool at Peter Prescott’s estate.  She had just finished her strenuous morning workout, which consisted of an hour of aerobic exercise (either swimming, aerobics or spinning) followed by either an hour of martial arts or an hour of weight training.  The workout and the nude tanning were both essential parts of Lucia’s professional life.  As an internet and fitness model, she had to keep her superb body in superb shape, and, since her photo shoots often involved naked shots, she kept every part of her body covered by a dark, golden tan. 

And superb every part of her body was.  At 5’7” tall, Lucia’s build was fine-boned and slender with 35-22-34 measurements.  At 110 lbs, she did not have a ounce of fat on her.  Even her size DD breasts were firm, round, and tipped with hard nipples like bullets.  They jutted out aggressively, looking like they were made more for violence than maternal nurturing.  Her workout regimen had given her hard legs, washboard abs and tautly muscled arms, but her muscles were lean rather than bulky.  She had only added about five pounds to her normal 105 lb weight from her weight training. 

Lucia’s face was haughty and hard, with Latin features that gave her an exotic look.  She was a classic Hispanic beauty, with silky, olive skin, high cheek bones and long black hair that she wore either down the middle of her back or up in a French twist.  Her almond-shaped brown eyes were cold as icicles, her lips full and more frequently curved in an arrogant smirk than a smile.  Lucia was Colombian where her family had been part of the wealthy elite.  She grew up accustomed to privilege, which meant having servants whom she expected to fulfill her every demand.    She was used to commanding people from the lower classes and to feeling no compunctions about indulging her tendencies towards cruelty.  As she reached sexual maturity, she had also exploited these servants to satisfy her erotic needs.  

       Lucia slathered sun tan lotion over her body, erotically caressing her breasts, belly and labia.  Then, her long-nailed fingers centered on her clitoris and she began to expertly stimulate herself to orgasm.  It was not long in coming.  Her workout usually left her aroused.  In fact, Lucia was so highly sexed that it was not unusual for her to have three orgasms a day – and sometimes as many as five or six (one in the morning either after she woke up or after her work out, sometimes one in the afternoon and two or three at night).  Once, in college, she had had fourteen orgasms while riding three different guys who had been tied spread eagled to bedposts.

       As Peter Prescott had discovered after he began dating her, Lucia was a sadist, an amateur dominatrix who got her sexual kicks from cruelly abusing her lovers: the more she abused them, the more orgasms she had.  They had met at a party and Peter had fallen for her immediately.  They left together and made wild love for hours that night.  In the morning, after Lucia had left, Peter awoke to discover his body covered with bruises, scratches and dried blood.  His cock had teeth marks and welts from Lucia’s sharpened nails.  His balls ached, first from the teasing that she had subjected them to in the first part of the night and then from the repeated orgasms she had coaxed out of them later on.  He felt thoroughly drained, but totally hooked. 

       For Lucia, this was no surprise since she was very familiar with the effect that she had on men.  She had been playing these games since high school, when she discovered how much she got off on dominating and hurting boys.  A born cock teaser, she had left a trail of bruised egos and even more bruised bodies behind her by the time she graduated.  Some guys she merely teased mercilessly until they walked away with blue balls.  If they tried to grope her, they got slapped hard across the face or, if she was feeling particularly mean, she raked their faces with her sharp nails.  Some guys she allowed to fuck her, but it was always on her terms, which meant that either she was on top and ripped their chests with her nails or she was on the bottom and ripped the hell out of their backs and buttocks.  She also discovered the joys of oral sex, which meant making guys eat her out while she sat on their faces or biting their hard erections under the rims after bringing them right to the verge of cumming.  No wonder that she had a reputation in high school for being the ultimate bitch, which didn’t stop the guys from coming back for more.

       In college, she had continued her nasty ways but added new tricks.  She learned how to practice bondage and became an expert in the use of paddles and whips.  She turned her sorority into a dominatrix dungeon that came to be feared by every frat boy on campus.  Never very serious about her education, she pulled high grades by seducing and dominating her professors (three of them fell victim to her wiles, one going through a divorce after she punished him by revealing their affair to his wife).

       It was in college that Lucia began her modeling career, at first by entering a contest on a whim.  She posed for various magazines and then had her big break when Penthouse discovered her.  Her spread as the “Pet of the month” led to many more modeling opportunities and to her own website.  She even starred in some erotic movies.  As a result of these activities, it was not unusual for her to receive invitations to parties with wealthy men who wanted to be in the company of beautiful women.  These were not precisely “escort” opportunities, but there was a definite expectation of sex if the girls went home with any of the men.  Lucia didn’t mind because she knew that she would always be control.

       At 21, she dropped out of college to pursue her career.  Five years later, it was just such a party that brought her together with Peter.  After their night together, she had done some research on who he was and was impressed.  This was a man who was worth her while.  In the weeks that followed, she both seduced and enslaved him.  The two were really the same for her.  And, Peter, like many powerful men, had a submissive side.  He fell for her hard.

       They dated for three weeks.  After the first night, Lucia began to play her cock teasing games.  She denied Peter sex, all the while making him want her more intensely than he had ever wanted any woman.  After a week of teasing, during which time she had him eat her to orgasm countless times, she cleverly began to insinuate conditions for having sex.  Soon enough, he agreed to being tied up on his bed.  Next, she slapped him hard for a small infraction, which was always an important turning point in her domination scenarios.  It wasn’t long before she was flagellating him with her collection of whips, crops, and paddles.  She handled him so brilliantly that he barely realized how much of his autonomy – and anatomy -- he had surrendered.

       At the end of three weeks, Lucia announced that she was moving in.  It was not a question, but an announcement.  Peter had no choice – not that he wanted any.  With Lucia now installed in his house, he never knew when he would be summoned summarily in the middle of work to clean her ass with his tongue or scrub the bathroom floor with a toothbrush.  If he did a good job, he might be rewarded with a suck or a fuck; if not, with a severe lashing on his ass or genitals.  He never knew what to expect, but he did know that he had never experienced such sexual excitement.

       Lucia had taken over the running of the house and promptly fired most of the staff, replacing them with men of her own choosing.  Peter noticed that she only hired men and wondered nervously if she was screwing any of them.  But he knew better than to ask.  She also undertook some renovations, creating a full scale gym to support her workout addiction.

       As she lay on her tanning chaise lounge, she reflected on how well things had worked out with Peter.  She had him totally under her manicured thumb and was able to enjoy to the hilt the private jet, yacht and vacation homes of this fabulously wealthy man, who, at 44 was still in great shape and good looking.  But Lucia was also getting restless.  Monogamy was not for her, no matter how good the conditions.  She rarely kept a boy friend for more than a month and she had perfected breaking up to an art.  Usually the poor guy ended up with a serious case of busted balls, if not worse. As Peter had rightly suspected, Lucia was getting off with some of the staff, incredibly good looking hunks whom she had hired with that purpose in mind.

       When Peter had announced to her a week ago that his son Tim was coming for summer vacation, Lucia’s interest had perked up immediately.  She had seen the pictures of Tim on Peter’s desk and had noted what a good looking kid he was.  It had been a long time since she had had a chance to work her wiles on a much younger man.  In high school and college, she had enjoyed dominating inexperienced boys who would do anything to be near such a perfect goddess.  But the last one of these exploitative relationships had been five years earlier.  Tim looked like a perfect mark.  And even though she didn’t think she had any attraction to incest, the thought of fucking a boy and his father at the same time did turn her on.

       Peter had stammeringly asked her if they could put the brakes on some of their activities while Tim was in the house.  Lucia just flounced her hair, laughed and told him that it would all depend on how well he, Peter, behaved, but adding, ominously, “if your son is anything like you, then he’s probably going to get in a lot of trouble on his own.”

       Lucia knew that adolescent boys had great difficulty keeping their hands off their cocks, so she decided that she would need to spy on what Tim was doing in his room.  She took aside Tom, the daytime security guard (and 6 foot, 210 lb former marine) and told him that she wanted webcams hidden in Tim’s bedroom and bathroom, with the feed going to her computer.  She also wanted to rig the house intercom so that she could have the mike in her bedroom relay to Tim’s room.  Tom protested: “I can’t do that, it’s against company policy.”  Lucia replied coolly: “Maybe you should have thought of that before you fucked me.  Isn’t that against company policy also?  I wonder how hard it’s going to be to get another job if your letter of reference says you were let go for assaulting your boss’s girl friend?”  Tom was flabbergasted: “What do you mean!?”  “I think you know exactly what I mean.  Now, let’s stop wasting time and get those cameras up.”

       Tom did as he was told, wondering now whether he should have let himself be seduced by Lucia.  What a bitch!  But what a fuck she was!  He had had a lot of women, but never anything like her – it was a combination of how she looked, how she moved and how she felt inside.  Her shaved pussy was the tightest he could remember and it gripped his cock like a powerful muscle.  Even now that he was pissed off at her for blackmailing him, he felt himself getting hard at the memory of her body.

       When he finished, he went to test the cams on her computer.  They worked perfectly and so did the microphones that he had installed.  Lucia watched him silently, her arms folded over her erect breasts which were half visible through her diaphanous silk shirt.  All she wore in addition was a tiny black thong and her usual five inch stiletto heels.  After he showed her how the system worked, she suddenly said in a sharp tone: “Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you challenged me earlier.  I won’t stand for such insubordination.  Now get down on your knees!”  Tom was dumbfounded: “What??”  “I said get down on your knees.  If you make me repeat myself, I’ll just go call your agency and file a complaint about your behavior.  Now, what’s it going to be?” 

Lucia’s hands were on her hips and her eyes shot daggers at Tom.  Something in her fierce look made his knees turn to jelly and, without thinking further, Tom dropped to his knees.  What happened next happened so fast that Tom barely registered it.  Lucia took two quick steps towards him, seized a bunch of his hair with her left hand and delivered two savage, stinging slaps to his left cheek with her right palm and then two backhand slaps to his right cheek.  If she hadn’t been holding him upright with her left hand, the slaps would have knocked him over.  As it was, besides the burning sensation on his cheeks, he saw stars and heard bells ringing.  His eyes filled with tears from the intense pain and humiliation. 

Lucia had perfected her slapping technique in high school and college.  She had noticed from the first few times she had slapped guys how much it humiliated them.  She also discovered that by placing the slap just right on their cheeks she could get them to tear up and, if she was lucky, even start crying.  Now slapping had become second nature to her and she carefully planned when to administer the first slap as the declaration that her victim du jour was to be under her thumb.  On occasion, a man resisted her and tried to strike back.  If that happened, she was prepared to use her formidable martial arts skills.  But most were so stunned that they couldn’t respond.  The literal “loss of face” that came from her palm was enough to cow even rugged ex-marines like Tom who weighed a full 100 lbs more than her.

“You cross me again, there will be a lot more where that came from and I’ll do it where it hurts even more,”  Lucia spat ferociously in his face and then gave him a violent shove on the chest with the sole and heel of her shoe.  Tom fell on his back.  Lucia leaned down and swiftly undid his belt, yanked down the zipper of his pants, pulled them around his thighs and extracted his cock from his underwear.  Staring up at her erect nipples and flaring nostrils, Tom realized that she was about to fuck him.  His cock, always faster than his brain, was already stiff.  She took a condom which she had stuck in the waist string of her thong and expertly pulled it over his hard-on.   Then, without missing a beat, she swung her lean, lithe body over his, pushed the pubic patch of her thong aside and impaled herself on his 10 inch rod.  He reached up and grabbed her glistening size DD globes as she jack-hammered his organ with her cunt.  With her right hand she furiously strummed her clit while her left hand clawed at his shoulder and neck. 

Her pussy muscles contracted powerfully on her down strokes and released on the up strokes.  He felt like she was going to swallow his cock inside her and spit it out mangled to death.  The sensations in his genitals were overwhelming and, just when he didn’t think he could take it any more without fainting, she gave a sharp cry and her sex canal clamped down like a vise on his organ in a wrenching orgasm.  Tom’s cock and balls answered the call and he exploded, shooting wads of thick white jism into the condom.  Lucia collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily.  After a long moment, she pulled herself off of him.  “Go clean yourself off,” she said coldly, “and then get back to your station.”

Tim got off the plane and searched the crowd at the baggage claim area for his father’s driver.  He noticed a well-built Hispanic man holding a sign with his name on it.  “Hi,” he said, “I’m Tim.”  The Hispanic replied, “I’m Manuel.  I’m the driver.”  “Where’s John?” asked Tim, referring to his father’s longtime driver.  “Oh, he got laid off a month or so ago and I’m the replacement,” said Manuel somewhat nervously.  Tim was surprised.  What could John have done to get laid off?

       They went out to his father’s Jaguar and drove to the estate.  Tim noticed that Manuel seemed uncomfortable and kept shifting around in his seat.  What he didn’t know was why: that morning Lucia Sanchez had given him a severe whipping with a 48” dressage whip.  The dozen strokes had left him with burning red welts that ran like ridges across both his ass cheeks.  Where the welts crossed were points of special pain.  It was not the first whipping Manuel had suffered.  Lucia had sized up his vulnerabilities as an illegal immigrant when she hired him and had exploited them to the hilt, making him her favorite whipping boy.

       About an hour after they arrived at Peter’s mansion, Tim was watching TV when he heard the rapid clicking of high heels.  He swiveled around and found himself face to face with the most spectacular woman he had ever seen in person and pretty much the most spectacular he had seen cruising the internet or in dirty magazines.  Lucia was wearing a pair of skin-tight hip-hugger jeans that rode a full six inches below her belly button.  A broad, brown belt cinched them up.  Her hard, flat midriff was decorated with a thin gold waist chain and a diamond belly button piercing.   She wore a narrow white tube top that barely contained her oversized breasts and that left her delicate, powerful shoulders and arms unencumbered.  She wore another gold necklace around her slender neck.  Her dark hair was drawn back in a pony tail.  A pair of sky-high heels completed her ensemble and gave her legs and ass a taut, sexy look.

       As was her custom with men, she didn’t smile as she extended her arm to Tim.  “Hello,” she said coolly, “you must be Timmy.”  “Well, er, ah, it’s really Tim,” Tim stammered.  “I’m Lucia,” she said, ignoring his correction.  “I’m sure your father told you about me.  I’m living here now and your father has given me charge of the house.  That means that I make the rules.  I don’t imagine that you’ve got any problem with that, do you, Timmy?”

       Tim was about to correct her again on his name, but something told him not to.  “Uh, no, that’s OK.”  “Good,” she said, “in that case, we won’t have any problems between us and nobody will get hurt.”

       Lucia turned away and walked out of the room with Tim staring transfixed at the unbelievable sight of her ass and legs.  He was suddenly aware of his cock hardening in his pants and of a desperate desire to beat off.  Unfortunately for Tim, he was too distracted to remember her ominous last words.

******

       The next morning, Tim was once again in the TV room when he heard the click-click of high heels.  Lucia entered the room wearing a tiny bikini and a long diaphanous white shirt.  She paid no attention to Tim as she crossed the room in front of the TV and went out the sliding doors to the pool.  Tim caught no more than an instant’s glance of her rounded, jutting breasts, only a third of which were covered by the thin material of the bikini top that did little to hide her erect nipples.  His mind registered her flat, hard stomach and the tiny cloth covering her cunt.  His mouth hanging open, he followed her with his eyes as she removed her shirt and then dove in the pool. 

When she got out 45 minutes later, she was aware that his eyes were still on her from the safe distance of the house.  She had placed the chaise lounge in such a way that he could see everything, but so that she could also see him.  She then began the slow, cock-teasing ritual of anointing her body with suntan lotion.  She knew he was following every gesture, so she played erotically with her body, oiling her “guns” (as she called her breasts) as well as her belly, legs and arms.

Since Lucia was wearing dark glasses, Tim couldn’t see whether she was looking in his direction.  In any case, he was too excited to think clearly about whether she could see him.  Maddened by a raging hard-on, he opened his pants and began to stroke his organ.  It scarcely mattered that he had jerked off the night before and again that morning.  Within a few moments, he exploded in his hands.  Suddenly disgusted at what he had done, he raced to the bathroom to wash off the incriminating evidence.  But Lucia had seen it all.  She smiled to herself with intense satisfaction.  He was already caught in her trap.

*****

       The next few days, Lucia subjected Tim to merciless cock teasing.  She made sure to wear specially revealing clothing and to display herself in front of him.  She left out a copy of FHM Magazine with herself on the cover.  The spread inside showed her revealing her breasts but not her pussy and dressed in skimpy dresses and bikinis.  Within a few hours, Tim had taken the magazine into his room and Lucia again watched him masturbating shamelessly.

       Of course, Lucia had many other things to occupy her besides teasing Tim.  She was in the process of breaking in a new gardener’s assistant, which gave her the chance to vent the sadism that was building up inexorably as she prolonged Tim’s agony.  Because she wasn’t ready to reveal her methods yet to Tim, she made sure to torture the new boy in her sound-proof domination chamber, which she had had built after moving in.

She was also in the middle of a photo shoot, some of which she arranged to do by the pool.  She told Tim that he was allowed to watch, if he wished.  And, watch he did, followed by more frantic sessions beating off. 

******

       The evening after the photo shoot, Peter and Lucia went out to a dinner and returned home around 10:00.  Lucia had been coming on to Peter all evening.  During dinner, her foot massaged his crotch and on the way home, she released his cock from his pants and gave him a blow-job as he drove, stopping just short of climax.  By the time they got home, Peter was so turned on, he could barely hold it in.  “let’s go fuck in the bedroom,” Lucia breathed in his ear.  No sooner did they get there than Lucia began ripping off his clothes, while he did the same to her.  Her nails and teeth were all over him, scratching and biting with abandon.  She concentrated on his nipples and cock while he pawed her breasts and cunt.  She was intent on getting a verbal response out of him and her efforts were rewarded with loud cries of both pleasure and pain.  She herself was doing something that she normally didn’t do: talking dirty as she fucked. 

“Make me cum, big boy!  Eat my pussy!  Do it now! Suck my clit.  Faster, harder!  Fuck, yeah!”  she was virtually yelling in his ear

And, as Peter mounted her: “Fuck me!  Harder, harder! Faster!  Don’t you dare cum until I tell you.”  Just before Peter came, she sodomized his ass with a sharp fingernail and gave his balls a sharp squeeze.  He fairly howled as she clamped down on his rod and cried: “Now! Do it! 

The intended audience for the show was sitting immobilized in his room listening to the intense sounds coming through the intercom.  While Peter and Lucia were in the restaurant, she had called Tom to confirm that Tim was at home and then had him turn on the intercom in the bedroom.  The whole house could now hear the sounds of the wanton sex taking place there.  Lucia didn’t care.  On the contrary, the more the house staff heard, the better.  The main point was to get under Tim’s skin and that she had accomplished very successfully.  Long after she and Peter had drifted off the sleep, he lay awake bombarded by erotic images of Lucia fucking his father.  At once unbelievably aroused and deeply disturbed, he masturbated repeatedly but got no relief even after he had cum several times.

******

       Tim was bleary-eyed from lack of sleep the next day and tried to assuage his fatigue and continued psychological distress by watching TV.   And, then, Lucia Sanchez came into the room carrying a glass with ice.  “Turn off the TV, Timmy,” she said, “I need to talk to you about something.”  Tim looked up and got an instant hard-on from the walking wet-dream in front of him.  Lucia was dressed in an ultra-tight white knit dress that revealed most of her cleavage, two-thirds of her breasts, and all but six inches of her thighs.  She had rubbed generous quantities of moisturizer on her tits and on her slender, cleanly-muscled legs.  Her breasts and legs glistened erotically, their bronze tan neatly set off by the white knit of her dress.   She wore a pair of sandals with her signature four-inch stiletto heels with straps that wounded half-way up her calves.  Her black hair fanned down wildly on her shoulders and back.  She delicately sat down on a couch facing Tim and carefully crossed her long legs.  The dress rode up her thighs almost to her crotch.  Tim’s eyes were riveted on her smooth, tanned legs and he couldn’t help fantasizing about whether she was wearing panties.  He desperately tried to hide his erection, which was now full blown, by pulling a magazine across his lap.

       Lucia looked at him with amusement, noting well his sexual predicament, which hardly surprised her.  She knew exactly the effect she was having on him.  “So, Timmy,” she said slowly, “how do you like having me live here?” “Uh, it’s OK, I guess,” he answered stammering.  “Just OK?  You wouldn’t have any problems with me fucking your father, would you?”  Tim, shocked at her words, blushed a deep red and didn’t answer.  “You know what I think?  I think you’re having some very nasty thoughts about me yourself right now, aren’t you?

       Without waiting for an answer, Lucia very slowly and deliberately uncrossed her legs, spread them apart and placed her shoes on the coffee table in front of her.  Tim found himself staring directly at her naked, shaved pussy, her swollen labia glistening red with sex juice and her clitoris standing proudly erect.  It was as if time stood still as Tim gaped for the first time at the sight that had dominated his fantasies ever since he had first seen Lucia three days before.

       “Looks like you’re enjoying the view,” said Lucia, the smirk on her face now widening to a mocking smile.  “But you’d better close your mouth before you catch a fly.  And you’d also better collapse that tent in your pants before you have an accident.”  She re-crossed her legs.  “Show’s over for now.  But about those nasty thoughts. The problem is that they lead to nasty acts and I won’t allow any of that in this house.  I’m very familiar with boys like you and I know you can’t keep your hands where they belong.  So, I’m warning you.  If I catch you playing with yourself, I’ll punish you severely.”   With that blatant warning, Lucia stood up, crossed over to where Tim was sitting, pulled the magazine off his lap, stretched open the elastic band of his shorts and poured all the ice in her glass onto his raging boner and swollen balls.  She snapped the elastic painfully against his belly and said coolly, “That ought to put a chill on your excitement.”  With her tiny, tight ass swaying, she walked out of the room, her long legs taut and her sky-high heels clicking sharply.

       Needless to say, despite her warning and the chilling effect of the ice, Tim rushed into his room, stripped off his shorts, dumped the ice in the sink and frantically began to beat his meat.  Too excited to even grab some toilet paper, he came with a cry all over the bathroom floor.  What he didn’t know was that Lucia was in her bedroom enjoying the whole webcam show and getting off with her vibrating dildo just as he was climaxing.

It was now a week since Tim had arrived and Lucia was prepared for the next stage in her plan.  Tim was now thoroughly addicted to her body, unable to get it out of his mind and fantasizing almost constantly about her.

       

Lucia decided to up the ante.  Wearing white hot pants that were molded to her buttocks, a skin-tight, semi-transparent, off-the-shoulder red leotard top and stiletto heeled calf-high boots, she came striding aggressively into the kitchen where Tim was eating a bowl of cereal.  “Call Manuel and tell him to come in here this minute,” she imperiously commanded Tom who was in the next room watching the security cameras.  She ignored Tim as she impatiently tapped her finger nails on the counter top.

       Manuel came in the kitchen door with a quizzical look on his face.  “Why haven’t you cleaned my bathroom?” she demanded harshly.  “But I did clean it,” said Manuel.  “Then why is it still dirty?”  “I don’t think it …” Before Manuel could finish his sentence, Lucia gave him a vicious slap across the face.  “How dare you contradict me, scum bag” she hissed.  Manuel gasped and raised his hands to defend his face.  Lucia gave him a wicked underhand slap to the crotch and followed it by a kick with the tip of her boot.  Manuel doubled over with a grunt and Lucia drove her stiletto heel into his instep.  He collapsed to the floor with a cry of pain.  Lucia gave him a hard kick in the ribs, placed her heel in his throat and rasped: “You’ll learn your place or I’ll crush you.  Now get back to that bathroom and clean it right this time.”

       She turned on her heel and walked out of the room with quick, confident strides, her heels tapping authoritatively and her hair flying.

       Tim was stunned.  He couldn’t believe what he had just seen.  He had already seen hints that Lucia could be mean, but he never imagined anything like this.

“Get used to it, kid,” said Tom, who had watched the whole scene.  “She’s got us all wrapped around her finger, including your dad.”

Manuel painfully got to his feet and, without looking at Tim or Tom, hobbled out of the room half bent over.

Tim was in shock, which was exactly the effect Lucia was after.  She liked to terrorize her victims by first making them watch a demonstration of her sadism before she did anything physical to them directly.  That way, they were so terrified of her that they would obey without question when she ordered them to submit to her torture.  In this case, she had made Manuel clean her bathroom based on a nonexistent infraction.  Even though the bathroom was already spotless (the houseboy, Jose, was also illegal and had been thoroughly broken in), she had planned the whole scenario so that she could accuse him of sloppy work to provoke a reaction, which would then allow her to put on a demonstration of her power.

       

******

       Later that day, Tim was in the pool when he saw Lucia come into the yard.  She was now wearing cut off jeans that were so skimpy in back that they revealed half of her butt cheeks.  On top she wore a tiny bikini halter.  But it was what was in her hand that brought Tim up short.  It was a six foot braided black whip. 

       Ignoring Tim entirely, Lucia strode to the far end of the pool and set up a row of plastic bottles on the diving board.  She took up a position about eight feet away, uncurled the whip, brought it over her head and snapped it in front of her.   The whip gave an earsplitting crack and unerringly struck the first bottle, sending it flying.  She repeated the exercise with each of the remaining bottles, and then set them up again.  For the next twenty minutes, Tim watched her practice her technique, amazed by her expert aim and ability to control the leather weapon.  Deep in his gut, he shuddered, some part of him suddenly aware that she might actually be capable of using such a deadly instrument not just on plastic bottles – but on human flesh.

*****

       The day after the whipping demonstration, Lucia knocked on Tim’s door.  “What is it?”  he inquired.  “Come with me,” she said peremptorily.

       Tim followed her into the TV room.  She pointed at a plate on the coffee table.  “Is that yours?”  “Yeah …?”  he responded, puzzled.

       “I’ve noticed that you’re quite a slob.  I won’t have you leaving a mess as long as I’m in charge of this house.  You’ll clean up after yourself or there will be serious consequences!”

       “I don’t understand,” he responded, still confused.

       “Oh, so you think that just because we have a house staff that you don’t have to take responsibility for your mess.  Well, you’ve got another think coming.  I told you that I make the rules and one of the rules is that you’ll learn some discipline by cleaning up after yourself.  Is that understood?

       “OK, OK,” Tim responded in an annoyed tone.  He was really getting tired of being bossed around by Lucia.

       Mistake!  Lucia placed two fingers under his chin and lifted his head so that he was looking her right in the eyes.  Wearing her five-inch platform heels, she towered over him by several inches.  “Is that an insolent tone in your voice, young man?” she demanded ominously.

       Tim’s blood turned to ice.  “N…n…no,” he muttered.

       “Don’t try to contradict me!  I know what I heard.  Do you know what I do to boys who speak to me that way?”  Tim was silent.  “I asked you a question.  Now answer me!”  “No, I don’t know.”

       “Well, I’ll tell you.  I slap them across the face until they learn their manners.  Do you remember how I slapped Manuel yesterday for talking back to me?  That’s how hard I’ll slap you if you ever take the tone of voice with me again.  Is that understood?”

       Tim nodded unhappily.  “And from now on, you’ll show your respect for me by calling me ma’am or Ms. Lucia.  Got it?”  Tim nodded again. 

        “I want to hear you say it”

       “I..I get it,” said Tim miserably.  “get what?”  Tim stared at her blankly and then realized: “I get it, ma’am.”

“That’s more like it. Now clear your plate.”

       Tim’s hand trembled as he picked up the plate and turned to go to the kitchen.

       Her icy voice stopped him.  “And one more thing: that rule about cleaning up applies to your room too.”

       Several hours later, Tim heard some noise in the backyard while he was in the pool.  It sounded like someone screaming in pain.  He got out of the pool and tried to decide what to do when he saw Lucia coming from behind the tennis court.  She was dressed in a tight leather mini-skirt and a tank top that barely covered her breasts.

       “I’ve prepared a little demonstration of what’s going to happen to you if you don’t follow my instructions about cleaning up.  I know that you watched me practicing yesterday with my whip and now you’re going to see the results.  Follow me!”

       Unable to stop himself, Tim followed Lucia’s tight ass into a clearing behind the tennis court.  There he was astonished to see Pedro, the new gardener’s assistant, strung up on a rack, his feet spread-eagled and tied to the posts while his arms were stretched up high above his head.  On a bench lay several instruments of torture, including the six-foot black snake whip, a long bamboo cane and a cat o’nine tails.  But the most shocking part of the tableau was Pedro’s upper back, ass and the back of his thighs, which were a bright shade of red and covered with thin sausage-like welts, a few of which were bleeding.

       “Pretty wicked, wouldn’t you say?”  Lucia asked with a smile on her face.  “That’s what happens to boys who don’t know how to obey.  Do you want to watch me finish him off?”

       Lucia picked up the long black whip, stretched it over her head, and snapped it across Pedro’s butt.  He screamed loudly.  Tim felt nauseous and tried desperately to keep his lunch down as Lucia laid on three or four more strokes.  She looked at him to gauge his response and was pleased to see him green in the face.  Then, she formed both of her hands into claws and dragged them down Pedro’s well-muscled back, leaving ten bloody tracks in their wake.  Pedro moaned pathetically.  The blood seeped down his back and over his flayed buttocks.  Tim couldn’t believe his eyes.  This was not going to be a scene he’d easily forget. 

       “OK.  You can leave now.  I’ve finished with him anyhow.”

       The rest of the day found Tim completely disoriented.  In addition to the almost unbearable eroticism of Lucia’s body, he now had to contend with the evidence of her sadism.  The threat of punishment had become all-too-real in the scenes he had witnessed with Manuel and Pedro.  He had heard about S and M sex, but it was something in magazines and on the internet.  Now he found himself in close proximity to a vicious lady who seemed to have no compunctions about causing severe pain. 

       That evening, he went out to dinner with Peter and Lucia.  As usual, she was dressed to kill in tight jeans and an off-the-shoulder tight white leotard top that barely concealed the shape of her large breasts.  She acted as if nothing had happened during the day, although she basically ignored Tim during the meal.  He felt extremely uncomfortable in her presence and his discomfort wasn’t helped by the steel-hard erection that he couldn’t get rid of in his pants.  That night, as he beat his meat, he couldn’t erase from his mind the images of Lucia wielding her whip.

*****

       The next morning she was ready to go in for the kill.  For a week she had cockteased Tim and exposed him to graphic scenes of sadism.  His mind had to be in complete turmoil.  She knew from watching him in his room that he was in a constant state of sexual excitement and she figured that almost anything she did to him would cause him to lose control.

After her morning workout, she asked Tim to come out to the pool to apply lotion to her back.  He was already totally aroused from watching her up close apply it to her flat belly and breasts.  Lucia, of course, immediately noted his erection, but said nothing.  She turned over on her stomach and undid the cords of her tiny bikini top.  Tim sat gingerly on the edge of the chair and squirted some lotion out of the tube.  His hands trembled as he touched her flesh for the first time.  It was as if an electric shock went through him from the feel of her smooth, tanned skin.  “Rub it in more,” she demanded.  “Don’t be so bashful.”  “Further down,” she said as Tim reached her lower back.  

Shaking, he touched her ass.  It was more than he could take after having his cock teased for a whole week and he came violently in his trunks.  Even though he had been beating off several times a day, he still produced a huge quantity of sperm.

“Why are you stopping?”  Lucia demanded, knowing full well, even without looking, what had happened.  “I…I…I’m sorry,” he stammered.  She turned over and, since she had untied her bikini top, her magnificent breasts, jutting aggressively, stared him straight in the eye.  He was transfixed, like a deer caught in headlights.

       “What the hell is that?” she demanded, pointing at the wet patch spreading on the front of his trunks, even though, of course, she knew exactly what it was.  “It…it…it…it was an accident,” Tim gasped.  “Don’t try to fool me!  Who gave you permission to play with yourself while you were touching me?”  “But I didn’t,” protested Tim, almost in tears now with the humiliation of it.

       Tim didn’t even see Lucia’s hand swing back and then forwarded until the slap nearly knocked him over.  Before he had a chance to recover, a backhanded slap caught him on the other cheek.  Lucia got to her feet, towering over him in her stiletto heels, grabbed him by the hair and pulled him upright.  Then, still holding his hair, she administered two more stinging slaps with deadly accuracy to both of his cheeks.  His face screaming with pain, Tim saw stars as his eyes filled with tears and his ears rang with bells.  He gave a desperate sob.

       “You little pervert! Take off those trunks this minute!” she commanded.  No longer able to think clearly, Tim pulled the trunks down.  “All the way off!” she rasped at him.  “Now hand them to me.”  Tim handed the trunks to Lucia with one hand while he tried to cover his still stiff penis with the other.  She took the trunks by the waist, turned them upside down and in a swift motion pulled them over Tim’s head so that the wet patch was positioned over his nose and mouth.  Then, holding them firmly in place with her left hand, she used her right hand to mash the giant gob of jism on the inside of the trunks all over Tim’s face. 

       “No, please stop!”  he cried, more humiliated than he had ever been in his life. 

“Not until you learn to behave decently.  I warned you that there would be consequences for playing with yourself!  Now get down on your knees!”  Not content to wait for Tim to comply, Lucia followed up her order with a sharp jab of her heel into Tim’s instep.  He went down with a howl.  Lucia stepped behind him and gave him a brutal kick in the anus.  He shrieked as an arrow of pain shot through his gut and fell forward flat on his face.

       “Now don’t move or I’ll kick you in the ass again,” she threatened.  She picked up a three foot belt and doubled it over.  “Get up on all fours,” she ordered.  By now completely terrified, he did as commanded.

“I’m going to punish you now for your disgusting, perverted behavior,” she said. “I’m sentencing you to twenty-four strokes with my belt.  You’re going to count each stroke and if you miss one, I’ll repeat it.  So, if you want to have any of that flesh on your ass left by the time I’m done, you’d better keep count.”

The first stroke cracked loudly on his right cheek, the first layer of leather followed almost instantaneously by the second.  It left a broad, rectangular mark of flaming red skin. Tim howled with pain.  Lucia followed up the first with a backstroke on his left cheek, again leaving a flaming mark and again eliciting a howl of pain.  Needless to say, Tim had forgotten to count.  After the third stroke, again on the right cheek, Lucia inquired: “How many was that?”  Tim searched his terrified brain and answered: “Three??”  “Wrong,” she replied gleefully, “that’s one – you didn’t count the first two, so I get to repeat them.”  Tim sobbed pitifully, “Please don’t.” 

But Lucia was determined to get her pound of flesh.  She had been waiting for this moment for a week.   She applied the strokes with remorseless cruelty, raising her arm up high and bringing the belt down with all of her considerable strength and consummate skill.  She knew exactly how to crack the leather for maximum effect.  After she had meted out twelve strokes, six on each cheek, she laid on the second twelve on top of the first.  This exponentially increased the pain that Tim was forced to absorb.  He continued to miss counting the strokes, so that by the time she had finished, he had earned an extra ten.  Several times, he bolted forward or his knees collapsed from the pain.  Lucia pitilessly ordered him back up on his hands and knees, threatening that if he didn’t, she would double his punishment.

From the window, Tom and Manuel watched in horror.  Both had been victims of Lucia’s wrath but they had never seen such a cold blooded beating.  Lucia was aware that they were watching, but she didn’t care.  The whole point was to enforce her dominance and any demonstration of it would only serve that purpose.  She knew that there was no danger that they would inform Peter.  In any case, she planned to reveal her domination of Tim to Peter when the time was right.

When she finished the whipping, Tim was in terrible shape.  He had collapsed on the patio, crying uncontrollably.  His buttocks were a mottled red and purple and looked like they were on fire.  His head was still encased in his trunks.  Lucia pulled them off to reveal his face coated in sticky, white cum. 

“Go clean yourself off and stop your blubbering,” she said to him without the slightest trace of compassion.  “You’d think I’d just flogged you with a real whip instead of only a simple belt.”

Tim rose unsteadily to his feet and Lucia threw the soggy trunks at him.  “Get this disgusting rag out of my sight.  I don’t want any sign of your pathetic lack of self-control left out here.”  Tim disappeared into the house.

As typically happened whenever she indulged her sadistic impulses, Lucia was more than a little turned on.  She picked up her cell phone and rang Tom’s extension.  “Get out to the pool right now.  I need your services!”  By the time Tom reached the pool, Lucia had removed her bikini thong and had begun to excite her clit.

“Strip and fuck me!” she ordered peremptorily.  Tom did as ordered with Lucia cumming violently three times before she dismissed him, cock and tongue exhausted.  “By the way,” she said before he left, “I know you were watching me whip the boy.  You’d better not discuss that with anybody or you’ll end up in the same condition!”

For the next three days, Tim was in agony.  For the first 24 hours, he couldn’t even sit down and for two days after, his ass continued to burn.  But it was his mind that was in the worst shape.  He was in shock from what Lucia had done to him, but the strange thing was that he was even more sexually excited.  It seemed like his cock wouldn’t go down.  Within minutes of masturbating, it was erect again.  He walked around with aching blue balls that matched his aching ass.

For her part, Lucia ignored him.  She wanted the effect of the whipping to sink in before she made her next move.  In any case, she had a special task to accomplish, one that she had been looking forward to for a long while. 

For three years , Lucia had been the lead model for the Fort Lauderdale boat show.  It was a good gig and paid her $10,000 for two days of her time.  The only problem was the slimy organizer, Jim, who had hit on her the first year and made it clear she wouldn’t be invited back unless she put out for him.  At the time, Lucia needed the money, so she sucked it up and gave him what he wanted, even though it violated everything she stood for.  This would be the fourth time, but this time, she didn’t care if she was invited back because she was now sitting pretty with Peter wrapped around her little finger.  So, she had plotted her revenge carefully.

Lucia had flown out the afternoon of Tim’s whipping.  The next two days she worked her ass off at the show.  She also kept up an incessant cock tease on Jim and promised him sex the last night of the show.  He was almost panting with desire by the time they got to her hotel room after a long dinner during which she ran her long nails over his crotch while she licked his ear with her long, cat tongue.  After she got him to strip, she had no difficulty in convincing him to let her tie him up (she had rigged the bed with ties earlier in the day).

“Now, Jim,” she murmured sexily as she straddled his spread-eagled body, “you know how you’ve told me that if I don’t screw you, you won’t invite me back to the show?  Well, now it’s pay back time.”  “What do you mean?” he demanded uncertainly.  “I mean,” she said as she snapped a picture of him tied up on the bed, “that I don’t need to work your fucking show ever again and I’m going to make you pay for treating me like a whore.”

“What are you talking about?  You’ve been just as hot to fuck as I have.”

“Sorry, Jim, you’ve got that wrong.  But now I’m as hot as I’ll ever get just thinking about what I’m about to do to you.”

Lucia got off the bed and turned the TV on high.  She took a small, silver chain from the side of the bed and straddled Jim again.

“I turned that up so that nobody hears you screaming.  I wouldn’t want to be disturbed before I’ve finished with you.”

“You’re crazy!”  Jim yelled.  “Let me up this minute.”

Lucia smiled winsomely and then, without warning, slapped Jim viciously across the face.  She waited and then struck him again.  Four more times she slapped him.  His lip and cheek felt like they were on fire and swelled up to twice their normal size.  A small rivulet of blood ran out of the corner of his mouth where her ring had cut him open.

She got off him again and took a series of pictures with her digital camera.

“Just so you don’t any funny ideas.  If you try to retaliate against me, I’ll send these pictures and some emails of yours that I’ve saved to your little wife.  I’m sure that she’ll be very happy to learn what you’ve been doing at these shows.”  Jim stared at her in horror and realized that he was fucked.

Lucia fastened the alligator clips on the ends of the silver chain to his nipples.  She pulled up on the chain, increasing the bite of the clips.  Jim cried out in pain. “What the fuck are you doing?”  Lucia didn’t answer.

She dropped the chain, picked up an emery board and began to file her nails.  Then, with her left hand, she again pulled on the chain until his nipples were extended about a half an inch each.

“Men’s nipples really are ridiculous, don’t you think?  Especially when you compare them to this.”  Lucia caressed her jutting breast and pinched the erect nipple.  Jim stared wide eyed at Lucia’s amazing tits, his cock growing harder despite his obvious predicament.

“Yes,” she said, “you really shouldn’t be allowed to have those stupid looking things.  So, I guess I’ll just have to cut them off!”  With her left hand now stretching his nipples almost to the tearing point, Lucia sliced the nail of her right forefinger through the left nipple near the base, cutting cleanly through it and severing the dense bundle of nerve endings.  Jim screamed incoherently from pain that was unlike anything he had ever experienced.  Then, she also sliced through the right nipple.  She dangled the alligator clips in front of his face.  The amputated nipples still clung to them.  “Don’t worry, you won’t miss them,” she taunted patronizingly as Jim gaped in shock.

Lucia got off of Jim, took a ball gag from her bag and told Jim: “Open up.”  He clamped his lips tight and shook his head vigorously.  “So, you want me to make you?”  she asked teasingly.  “Well, here goes…”  With those words, she grabbed his balls and squeezed hard.  “Say ‘ah.’”  “Agggh!!!” Jim screamed as waves of pain shot into his brain simultaneously from his genitals and his nipples.  Lucia shoved the ball forcefully into his mouth and buckled it behind his head.  “Now we’ll have a little peace and quiet around here,” she said mockingly.  She walked over to the TV and turned it off.  “That’s better.  Now I can concentrate on torturing you.”

Jim was now crazy with pain.  He thought for a moment that he might pass out.  Two rivulets of blood coursed down his chest from where his nipples used to be.  Lucia got two Band-Aids and applied them to his wounds.  “I don’t want your nipple blood getting all over me,” she said.  Then, she applied a tourniquet around his genitals which caused his cock to swell dangerously and his balls to bulge and turn a deep shade of purple.

“Let’s see if we can get some cock blood to match your nipple blood,” she declared.  She leaned down and bit Jim’s cock hard under the corona, leaving deep puncture wounds.  Then she attacked his enormous shaft with her nails, unerringly seeking out the rich nerve endings in his organ.  Within seconds, the injured rod was streaming blood.  She finished by slicing the fish mouth opening of his cock so deeply that it bled as well.  He would feel that wound every time he peed for at least a week.  Jim was now shrieking nonstop, but all that came out was high pitched whistling through his nose. 

Next she transferred her attention to his balls.  She scratched his scrotum with her nails, leaving thin wounds in his taut flesh.  Then she grabbed the scrotum and squeezed it hard several times, all the while watching his face to make sure that he didn’t vomit.  Finally, she inserted a needle into each of testicles, something she had never done before but had been one of her sick, sadistic fantasies.  She examined him to see their effect and was pleased with the look of intense pain and suffering on his face, which had turned a deep shade of crimson.

“It would be a shame to waste that,” she said looking at his bleeding cock and then pulled a condom over it.  She mounted him and used her cunt as an instrument of torture on his wounded rod.  Jim’s eyes bulged as the overwhelming sensations of pain flooded his brain.  Unable to bear it any longer, he lost consciousness just as Lucia’s cunt squeezed him in a mind shattering orgasm.

Jim was still unconscious when Lucia finally disengaged from him.  She examined his body carefully.  His whole genital area was covered with blood from both his cock and balls.  The thin needles she had used to pierce his testicles were still embedded in them.  She removed them, which caused small streams of blood to seep out of the holes she had made.  She took a shower to wash off any of his blood that had gotten on her skin, dressed again and untied him.  She left a note on his stomach that read: “It’s been nice doing business with you, Jim.  Remember that I’ve got those photos and emails.  If you ever want to repeat this evening, you know how to reach me.”  Then she left the hotel and booked herself into another one for the night before returning the next day to LA.

*******

Lucia reflected on her victory as she flew home.  She had fantasized for a long time about cutting off a man’s nipples and she had also wondered if her nails were sharp enough to do something that nasty.  Jim had presented her with a golden opportunity and she had seized it.  She replayed the look of horror on his face when her long forefinger nail had actually sliced through his left nipple.  The memory made her wet between her legs, so she covered her lap with a blanket, slid her hand under the waistband of her denim mini skirt and into her tiny thong.  It didn’t take long before her practiced fingers had brought her to an orgasm.  

She knew that the guy sitting next to her, who had already tried hitting on her, was watching her intently, but she didn’t care.  On the contrary, she was doing her best to cock tease him just to punish him for getting fresh with her.   This was the reason that she didn’t like flying.  There always seemed to be some pathetic guy next to her trying to pick her up.  Of course, she didn’t make it easier for herself the way she dressed, which was guaranteed to make any red blooded heterosexual male stand up and take notice.  She frequently led these men on by setting up a rendezvous at the destination and then standing them up.  Or, if she felt really mean, she’d meet them at their hotel, take them to their rooms and give their cock and balls a big, unpleasant surprise.

You might think that Lucia would have sated herself by what she had done to Jim, but the opposite was the case: she was actually so turned on that she needed a new outlet for her sexual sadism.  Unfortunately, for Tim, he was going to be her main target.