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Ivy League Sluts
by HarryBerg (HarryBerg01 (at) aol (dot) com)


Chapter 18 Conjugal Visit



“Why are you driving so fast? Do you want to get pulled over?” asked Stacy eying the speedometer on Mark’s Hyundai. They were driving west on the Massachusetts Turnpike at over eighty-five miles per hour.

“We’ve got to be there by 11:00AM or we don’t get in, no exceptions,” said Mark sounding worried. “I don’t want to piss Dad off. He gets ornery when I screw up.”

Stacy had noticed that in contrast to his relaxed state at the card party which had ended with an incredible one on one fuck between the two of them, Mark appeared nervous and jumpy. He had barely spoken to her since he picked her up in front of the dorm.

“We just passed Exit 42. You said it was right off Exit 44. We should be close,” said Stacy once again feeling exposed in the short skirt and tight knit sweater. When she had last worn her working girl clothes as she and Portia dubbed them, it was night. Being dressed that way in the cold light of day had a different feel to it.

“You’re not married?” asked Stacy engaging in some small talk to pass the time. Learning as much as possible about the members of Mike’s Posse was also part of the plan Portia and she had devised. They’d decided to build complete dossiers on each of the six Posse members. Portia had been searching the WEB to establish the basics: date of birth, marital status, education, etc. The fact that a majority of the Posse was married with at least two children surprised her.

“I was once but we divorced. It only lasted a year. How about you?” asked Mark?

“No, I’m just a sophomore in college,” said Stacy finding the idea Mark thought she could have been married a trifle strange. “Marriage is a long way off. I want to complete school and establish a career before I look for a husband.”

“I got married right out of high school. We got along when we were dating but fought like cats and dogs every day we were married. After the divorce, I joined the air force to get some college but things didn’t work out. I’ve got a two year degree,” said Mark.

“What would you like to do,” asked Stacy?

“Get my four year degree then become a policeman. Mike said he would get me into the Criminal Justice program at Northeastern. After I graduate, he’ll pull some strings to get me hired.”

“That’s nice of him,” said Stacy.

“Mike’s a great guy. He’s helped a lot of people.”

“Yes, he’s all that. I’m lucky to be dating him,” said Stacy. “Are the other members of the Posse as nice as Mike?”

“Some are. Some aren’t. Lou’s all right. Zack is hard to get to know. Just between us, Brad and Bobby can be a pain in the ass,” said Mark.

“Most of the Posse are married,” said Stacy still trying to understand the casual attitude toward adultery exhibited by Mike and the others. Stacy had already mentioned to Portia her suspicion fidelity did not seem to be part of Posse marriages.

“Except for Zack, he just got divorced from Wife Number Three.”

“He’s not that old. What do their wives think when their husbands don’t get home until three in the morning?”

“Friday night is husband’s night out. Saturday they take the wife out somewhere nice. There’s an understanding about that.”

“So the wives don’t ask any questions like who have you been fucking this evening, dear,” said Stacy surprised at what Mark was saying. She had a hard time picturing herself ignoring any future’s husband regular Friday absence until three in the morning.

“Not unless they want a rap in the mouth,” said Mark.

“And the wife stays home with the children while the husband goes whoring,” said Stacy still in a state of disbelief.

“Right, it’s kind of a tradition for a policeman’s marriage. There’s lot of stress being a cop. Being out with a girl friend helps them unwind. Friday night is girl friend’s night and Saturday is the wife’s,” said Mark repeating himself.

“How about the wife? Does she get to go out one night?”

“Sure, with her girlfriends or other cop’s wives, nothing wrong with that.”

“Who do they screw on their night out?”

“No one, at least they better not if they know what’s good for them,” said Mark giving Stacy a condescending look. “Zack caught his second wife screwing the pizza delivery guy. He beat the shit out of both of them. He would have gone away except he’s a cop and they made it go away.”

“So fidelity is a one way street?”

“I suppose that’s one way of looking at it.”

Stacy recalled the terrible period after her mother found out her father was sleeping with the administrator of the hospital. “My parents almost got divorced over my father having an affair. I once swore I would never have an affair with a married man.”

“There are lots of things in life we swear we would never do; but we wind up doing in spite of our earlier beliefs. You’re just a beginner when it comes to adultery. You fucked four married men the other night, hardly a record. A busy hooker probably screws ten married men a day.”

“Plus you and Zack,” said Stacy.

“Plus all the guys you did in high school and college,” said Mark.

“High school adds only two. There were also two in the DVD Mike made of me; but since I was drugged I’m not sure they counted. I don’t know whether they were married.”

“They all count. How many girls have you gone down on?”

“Adriana, you saw me do her, the unknown girl in the DVD, and my roommate Portia. Those were all in the last ten days.”

“You seem to be making up for lost time. You’re leaving out a few.”

“Who?”

“Let’s see, after they finished filming, I did you but you already counted me. The Zodiac crew took their turn. Let’s see. Larry, the soundman, Bill and Ramon the camera guys, Morris, the lighting technician, plus, you’re going to love this, the great Mel Winslow himself, the fat fuck, that makes five. And you and Corrine, the makeup and wardrobe, ate each other out like a pair of horny dykes. Watching girl on girl sex is major cock hardening.”

“Why do guys like to watch girls?”

“It’s just the way we are,” said Mark. “It was hot when Adriana went down on you after you caned her. You swing a mean cane. Mike said you were a natural dominant,” said Mark.

“I was turned on too. But I felt guilty about hurting her,” said Stacy.

“She deserved it. I was ready to blow another load after screwing her while she ate your pussy. I jerk off at night thinking about it. And when the two of us got together after everyone had left, that was one awesome mind blowing fuck. My cock was sore the next day.”

“Thank you, Mark, its sweet of you to say that. I was sore also. Oh, I forgot about the night Portia and I went out and got drunk. I need to add four, Monk, Les, Roger, and Avery,” said Stacy. Roger and Avery are married. That makes seventeen men and four women total. Fifteen of the men and all the women were in the last ten days.”

“That qualifies you for the title of super slut. You look the part this morning.”

“I was a wholesome jeans and tee shirt college girl until I met Mike Cabreeze. My interest in clothes was zilch. He makes me dress this way.”

“Don’t get me wrong, you look terrific. Mike’s a genius when it comes to knowing what makes people tick. He saw something in you others didn’t see. He’s changed a lot of people’s lives. He’s ended a few too.”

It had been a busy week at school for Stacy. She had exams and a paper to turn in. She was hoping Mark had forgotten about their so-called date. But Thursday night, she’d gotten a terse email.



Stacy

Pick you up in front of your dorm at 9:00AM Saturday. Dress hot. We’re going to see my dad. It’s his birthday.
Mark



“Maybe he’s planning to marry you and he wants you to meet his family,” said Portia reading the email with Stacy.

“By dress hot, he means like a tramp,” said Stacy.

“Sex with dad and son, that should be different,” said Portia. “It’s not on my lengthy sexual resume. I’ll have to add it to my To Screw List.”

“So where to,” asked Stacy climbing into Mark’s car at 9:15AM?

“Mike didn’t tell you?”

“No, he said you were taking me somewhere and we would be gone most of the day,” said Stacy.

“A. J. Pullman Maximum Security Correctional Center, it’s out the Mass Pike almost to the state line,” said Mark,

“A prison,” asked Stacy?

“Yes, its visiting day. They allow conjugal visits,” said Mark.

“I don’t understand.”

“Not much to understand, my Dad’s fifty this month. I wanted to give him something nice,” said Mark.

“And something nice, that’s me,” asked Stacy?

“Yeah, if he asks, tell Dad you normally charge five hundred for a half and half. I want him to think I spent some serious dough on his gift,” said Mark.

“Half and half, you’re losing me.”

“Blow job and fuck.”

“Half and half normally means half milk and half cream, interesting adaptation of the term. I’ve never visited anyone in prison. What’s it like?” asked Stacy.

“Ugly, when we arrive, the fucking guards search us for contraband. That’s mostly dope but sometimes its weapons. Then we’re allowed to enter the dining hall where all the prisoners are waiting. We get to spend four hours before they kick us out,” said Mark.

“Do your Dad and I do it right there in the dining hall,” asked Stacy?

“They have small areas sectioned off with curtains for screwing but you can blow him under the table. Most of the women suck the guys off below deck as they call it. Guys want as much sex as possible since conjugal is only once a month.”

“Exactly how many times do I get to screw your father,” asked Stacy looking out the window at the countryside as she thought how morally low she had sunk in just a few weeks?

“As many times as he wants,” said Mark.

“And the guards don’t object?”

“Not on visiting day,” said Mark.

“What crimes did your Dad commit,” asked Stacy?

“Killed some people,” said Mark.

“Why?”

“Shit, I don’t know. Probably just because he felt like it. They probably deserved it.”

“Who were they?”

“Two men and a woman don’t ask him any stupid questions like that. He’ll get pissed. Good, here’s our exit,” said Mark.

Stacy heart sank when she saw the dark stonewalls of the prison in the distance. I’m going to have sex with a murderer who killed three people thought Stacy as they pulled into the crowded parking lot. He will be my eighteenth sexual partner, not exactly a milestone.

“Hurry,” said Mark grabbing a bag out of the back seat containing several cartons of cigarettes.

“Women to the left, men to the right,” bellowed a guard through a bullhorn to the mixed crowd milling about in the staging area. Children were excitedly running around like they were about to be let in to an amusement park.

One unusual thing Stacy noticed was that the women were almost all wearing short skirts and showing some cleavage. Some of the older heavier women looked ridiculous. I fit right in observed Stacy right down to my fuck me pumps.

“See you on the other side,” said Mark moving to the right of the narrow hallway as the crowd formed into two lines.

“First time to AJ’s?” asked a woman standing in line behind Stacy.

“Yes, scary place, you’ve been here before?” said Stacy.

“Yes, every month for the last two years, my husband’s doing a nickel for rendering. I’m Grace,” said the short pudgy woman offering her hand. Her oversized boobs were almost bursting over the top of her scoop necked sweater. Her navy blue knit skit was stretched to the max and short enough to reveal a garter belt held up her stockings. A pair of gold open toed backless slides with a three-inch heel completed her look.

Compared to most of these women, I almost look respectable realized Stacy before she took the woman’s hand and replied. “I’m Stacy. Pardon me, but what exactly did you mean by nickel and rendering,”

“You are new. Clyde was sentenced to five years for passing or rendering bad checks. What did your guy do?”

“Triple murder,” said Stacy deciding to sound tough. “He’s not coming out except in a box.”

“Must be difficult, surprised you’re still hanging in there at your age. He must have friends on the outside keeping you in line,” said Grace.

“This is a one time thing,” said Stacy.

“Final fuck and good bye,” said Grace. “Make it a good one. From the looks of you, you shouldn’t have any trouble finding a replacement.”

“What going to happen in there,” asked Stacy as they approached a doorway with a sign stating, “No Talking Beyond This Point”? A guard was allowing one or two females to enter at a time.

“If you’re lucky, they just pat you down.”

“And if you’re not?”

“Cavity search, next time you might want to look more like a soccer mom. The matrons like to have their fun with professionals,” said Grace.

“Professionals?”

“Hookers,” said Grace. “Look around, you’re not the only hooker being paid to hump a convict on visiting day.”

“I’m a college student,” said Stacy noting several of the women nearby did look like prostitutes.

“Sure you are, honey. And I’m Grace Kelly. Prince Rainer is waiting outside to take me back to Monaco as soon as I give my husband a blowjob.”

Further discussion was ended as Stacy reached the doorway.

“Toes on the yellow line, miss,” said the matron.

Stacy didn’t have to wait line long before the matron barked, “Station 4,” sending her to a pair of female guards standing under a large sign containing the number four. Stacy saw there was a square painted on the floor and the number four painted inside the square.

Keep your cool Stacy told herself as she walked quickly to the position wishing she hadn’t dressed so provocatively. Her feet already hurt from standing on the concrete floor in the four-inch pumps she was wearing.

“Hold your arms straight out and don’t move,” said the matron who appeared to be charge. Her nametag read Corporal Alma Withers. She was a middle aged overweight black woman. Her partner, Private Anne Simpkins, was a painfully thin white girl whose uniform hung off her like she had recently lost twenty pounds.

Stacy did as she was told. Private Simpkins passed a metal detecting wand over her as Corporal Withers dumped the meager contents of her purse out on the table and looked through them. Following Portia’s suggestion, she had stripped her wallet down to driver’s license, one hundred dollars in cash and a small makeup bag. Her credit cards and other identification were safely back in her dorm room.

“Lift your sweater above your bra if you’re wearing one,” directed Private Simpkins.

“Why,” asked Stacy looking around and seeing that none of the other women had their sweater raised.

“Because she told you to, bitch,” said Corporal Withers stepping directly in front of Stacy putting her face inches from hers.

“All right,” said Stacy grabbing the hem of her sweater and pulling it up over her bra. She realized wearing the sheer see through bra Portia had picked out was a mistake. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. And since it was chilly, they were standing at attention.

“Those real,” asked Corporal Withers slipping her cold hand inside the bra feeling underneath Stacy’s breasts?

“They’re real. I’m genetically gifted thanks to my mother,”

“Does this feel real, smart mouth,” asked the matron as she pinched Stacy’s nipple hard digging her nails into the soft flesh.

“Ouch, what the hell was that for,” asked Stacy?

“You could hide a couple of ounces under those puppies,” said Corporal Withers sliding her hand into the other bra cup.

“I’m not smuggling dope under my boobs,” said Stacy.

“You sure about that,” said Corporal Withers pinching Stacy’s other nipple?

“Yes, stop, please, you’re hurting me,” said Stacy wincing with pain.

“What you charge for a fuck, honey,” asked the Corporal allowing her hand to fondle Stacy’s breast?

“I charge five hundred for a half and half,” said Stacy repeating Mark’s lie.

“Shit fire, bitch make more on a single trick than I make in a week,” said the Corporal as she removed her hand. “Now, raise your skirt.”

“Why? I don’t see anybody else having to do it,” said Stacy.

“Sergeant Simmons,” yelled Corporal Withers. “Need a cavity search.”

“No, it’s all right,” said Stacy grabbing the hem of her skirt and pulling it up over her hips.

“Too late, honey, we need to look in your box,” said the Corporal as a tall African American male guard appeared at Stacy’s side.

“This way,” he said taking Stacy by the arm and leading her toward a doorway in the back of the room.

“Where are you taking me? What’s wrong? I’m not hiding anything,” said Stacy.

“Don’t say another word or you won’t get fucked this afternoon. Got another one, Darlene,” said Sergeant Simmons as soon as they reached the doorway of a much smaller room.

“Keep her there. Be with you in a minute,” said the tall slender matron standing beside a gynecological table. It was similar to the one Stacy’s doctor used, except it looked very old and worn and not that clean.

Stacy was shocked at what she and the male guard were watching. A dark haired woman, Stacy took to be in her thirties, was lying on the table with her legs in the stirrups. There were tattoos on her ankles and thighs. Her skirt was up around her waist. Her panty was lying on a nearby chair. She looked scared.

Don’t panic thought Stacy. You have got to get through this somehow. My God the Sergeant is watching them cavity search that woman. I thought there were rules against male guards being present when women were searched. Portia told me that in prison the guards make the rules and I can see it’s true.

“Take a deep breath,” said Darlene her gloved hand poised at the entrance to the woman’s vagina.

The sound of the woman inhaling filled the room as the guard’s hand slipped past the ring of flesh surrounding the vaginal opening.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” said the woman groaning in pain.

“Too bad,” said Darlene reaching even deeper inside the woman’s vagina.

“You’re ripping my guts out,” protested the woman.

“And what do we have here,” said Darlene removing her hand. There was a small packet of white powder between the tips of the matron’s fingers.

“Jesus, that’s not mine,” said the woman her raised head falling back on the table.

“Do tell. I suppose somebody filled your pussy with dope when you weren’t looking. I didn’t get it all. What did you do? Tamp it down with the end of a baseball bat?” said Darlene.

“There’s no more. I swear it,” said the woman starting to cry.

Stacy watched in amazement as the matron after applying more lubricant to her gloved hand reached deeper inside the woman. This time she wasn’t as gentle and the woman whimpered in pain as she twisted back and forth on the table. The matron’s hand held several of the small packets when it emerged.

“Now your hole’s empty. What you got up your butt, honey?” asked Darlene?

“Nothing, I swear to God,” said the woman.

“You can swear to God, Allah, and the Buddha but it ain’t going to keep me from putting my hand up your ass.”

The woman groaned in pain as Darlene put a finger in her butthole.

“Shit, you’re going to rip my asshole,” said the woman. “Ralph made me bring him the dope. He said he’d have his brother beat the shit out of me if I didn’t,” said the woman starting to cry

“Take another deep breath. This is going to hurt like the blazes,” said the matron as she guided her well-lubricated fingers past the opening then slowly and forcefully pushed them inside the woman’s rectum.

Stacy stared open mouthed as the matron’s hand almost disappeared inside the woman’s anus, sliding in to her knuckles.

“You’re ripping my butthole,” yelled the woman.

“Like I give a shit. I’ve already found enough drugs to put you in Bridgewater State until you collect Social Security. I hope you like to eat pussy? I got a girlfriend who works there. She says all you can hear after lights out is the sound of women going down on each other. Licking and slurping and moaning,” said Darlene twisting her arm to reach even deeper inside the woman’s bowel.

Stacy watched as the woman clinched and unclenched her fists reacting to the intense pain.

“Her butt’s clean. Arrest her,” said Darlene ending the search by throwing her gloves into a container marked Medical Wastes Biohazard.

“You, don’t move. Stay right here,” said the Sergeant to Stacy as he walked toward the examination table.

“You are under arrest for attempting to smuggle drugs into a state correctional facility, that’s a Class B Felony,” said Sergeant Simmons advancing toward the examination table as he removed his handcuffs from his belt.

“You’re gonna arrest me? I told you his fucking brother packed my pussy with dope,” said the woman starting to cry louder as she climbed off the table pushing her skirt down. She was clinching her panty in one hand.

“Tell it to the judge,” said Sergeant Simmons spinning the woman around to cuff her hands behind her back. He wasn’t gentle about it either. Stacy listened as the Sergeant repeated the Miranda warning to the woman.

“Those are too tight. Look if you let me go, I’ll meet you somewhere. We can do anything you want,” said the woman when the Sergeant cuffed her. Her desperation filled voice reminding Stacy of the night she was eager to have sex to avoid arrest. I’ve been there and done that Stacy told herself.

The fact Darlene was pointedly ignoring the woman’s offer to have sex with the guard surprised Stacy. A woman is totally at their mercy decided Stacy. They can plant drugs on her, rape her, do anything they want.

“And what would we do?” asked the Sergeant.

“Anything, just name it, oral, regular, anal, even kink if that’s what want. Please, I’ll bring my sister. She’s just turned sixteen. She’s a real looker and she’s into three ways. I got her picture in my purse,” said the woman speaking rapidly.

“Will you do me too, honey,” asked Darlene smiling at the woman obviously enjoying her predicament?

“Sure, actually I like girls better than guys,” said the woman.

“Darlene and I will consider your offer, later. In the meantime, stand there and don’t move or speak. I’ll be with you in a minute,” said the Sergeant placing the woman against a wall only a few steps away from the examination table.

“Ok, miss, step forward to the table and remove your underpants,” said Darlene as she donned a fresh pair of gloves.

Stacy walked quickly to the table, hiked up her skirt and slid her panty down her legs and off.

“Bend over and spread your cheeks,” said Darlene.

“What,” asked an uncomprehending Stacy?

“Lean over, head on the table, reach your hands back and pull your buttocks apart. Clear enough,” said Darlene.

“Yes, Ma’am,” said Stacy placing the side of her face on the table as she reached back to separate her buttocks. The fact the side of her face was lying on the unhygienic plastic surface her predecessor’s ass had just vacated was not lost on Stacy. A noise behind her caused Stacy to turn her head back toward the door. There was another male guard standing with a young female waiting her turn for a cavity search. The girl was dressed like Stacy.

“I see somebody’s been taking it up the ass,” said Darlene squeezing some lube on Stacy’s sphincter then working it into her anus.

“Let me see,” said Sergeant Simmons stepping closer. “Oh yeah, this young lady favors the back door.”

“Why? Is something wrong?” asked a panicked Stacy.

“No, darling, you’re just a little red around the hole,” said Darlene. “Nothing to get excited about.”

“What do you charge for anal?” asked the Sergeant.

“I’m not a prostitute. I’m a college student,” said Stacy trying to relax as the matron’s fingers worked the lubricant into her sphincter. Stacy groaned as her anal ring was stretched by the insertion of all four of Darlene’s fingers.

“Where, Fuck Me U?” asked the Sergeant laughing.

“Okay, you’re ready to be examined. Climb on the table and put your feet in the stirrups,” said Darlene. “The Commonwealth has decided to perform a body cavity search. You have the right to refuse but you will not be allowed a conjugal visit,” said Darlene wearily.

“Go ahead, I have to see him,” said Stacy.

“Must be a horny little bitch, anxious to get some prison cock in that back door of hers,” said Sergeant Simmons.

Stacy closed her eyes as she placed her feet in the stirrups.

“Scoot down some,” ordered Darlene as she adjusted the stirrup arms.

Stacy’s next sensation was the ice-cold anal speculum being forced past her sphincter.

“I only allow my Thomas in my backdoor on special occasions,” said Darlene as she squeezed the speculum handle opening Stacy’s anus to the maximum size the device allowed.

“Christ, that hurts,” said Stacy reacting to the fiery pain.

“Three and one quarter inch spread usually does,” said Darlene setting the locking screw so the width was maintained.

“Let me see,” said Sergeant Simmons shining a small flashlight inside Stacy’s rectum.

“Any contraband,” asked Darlene?

“I can’t tell. You’ll have to search her manually,” said the Sergeant laughing.

“First, let me get her coochie open,” said Darlene spreading Stacy’s vagina open with two gloved fingers then placing the nozzle of a plastic bottle of lubricant just inside the opening.

“What is that,” asked Stacy feeling the substance trickle down inside her?

“The cheapest bottle of pussy lube the Commonwealth’s Purchasing Department could find. You should be pleased your tax dollars are being spent wisely,” said Darlene.

“Use the large one,” said the Sergeant handing Darlene the largest of the four vaginal speculums lying on the instrument tray.

“Take a deep breath,” said Darlene placing the end of the speculum inside Stacy’s vagina then pushing it inside to its maximum five and a half inch depth.

“It’s cold and it pinches,” said Stacy.

“As it should. Now for the fun part,” said Darlene rapidly turning the screw to force the bill like end to slowly open to its maximum width. Stacy twisted and writhed in pain as she felt her vagina expanding.

“You’re going to put your hand inside me,” asked Stacy?

“Most of it, lucky for you, I have the tinniest hands of all the matrons,” said Darlene holding up a glove covered hand. My glove size is a petite in case you want to buy me a gift.”

“Oh God,” said Stacy feeling Darlene’s fingers enter her opening

“Breathe. Try to relax. So where do you study?” asked Darlene pushing several fingers inside Stacy.

“Harvard, I’m studying international finance and pre law,” said Stacy finding it difficult not to cry out from the pressure she felt at the opening to her vagina.

“Hear that, Sergeant, she’s going to Harvard,” said Darlene rotating her hand as she began to push hard.

“Good school, it’s where I got my degree,” said the Sergeant.

“I went to Yale myself,” said Darlene laughing as she forced her hand inside Stacy’s vagina. Stacy could tell Darlene’s hand was almost inside her. She could feel her long fingers searching for drugs.

”Looks like her pussy just fell in love with your arm. See how she’s got her snatch wrapped around your hand,” said the Guard standing right beside Darlene.

“Any of your girl friends ever fist fuck you, honey” asked Darlene moving her hand back and forth?

“No,” said Stacy inhaling and exhaling deeply in an attempt to relax and gain control.

“Does that feel good,” asked Darlene continuing to move her arm?

“It’s getting there,” said Stacy feeling the tips of Darlene’s fingers move back and forth along her vaginal walls.

“Christ, what a fucking whore,” said the handcuffed woman who had been watching intently.

“Who said you could speak,” said the other guard spinning around? As he turned, he removed the baton from his belt and slammed the end into the woman’s abdomen. It was a practiced move; he’d executed dozens of times before on prisoners. The woman made a rasping sound as her diaphragm expelled all the air from her lungs. She crumpled to the floor in a tight ball.

“You got anything else to say,” asked the Sergeant placing the toe of his polished uniform shoe on the tip of the woman’s breast then pressing down hard.

“No, I’m sorry,” said the woman writhing in pain as she clutched the Sergeant’s leg trying to dislodge it.

“I didn’t think so,” said the Sergeant taking hold of the woman’s hair to lift her off the floor. “Now stand there and don’t say another word or I’ll be forced to engage in guard brutality.”

The woman leaned against the wall one hand across her stomach the other clutching her injured mammary.

“Go ahead, Darlene. Sorry for the interruption,” said the Sergeant.

Darlene had not been interrupted. She had managed to increase the proportion of her hand inside Stacy’s vagina.

“You still got a strong young pussy, girl. Lots of the whores I search are loose inside,”

“Fist her, Darlene. Harvard girls love the feel of a fist in their twat,” said the Sergeant who was getting turned on.

“I’ve heard that too,” said Darlene making a fist inside Stacy’s vagina while starting to rub her clit with her other hand.

“Oh God, it hurts but it feels good too,” said Stacy as she felt a large blunt object pushing out the walls of her vagina. Stacy tried not to panic as Darlene’s knuckles reached the walls of her uterus.

“It’s supposed to hurt and feel good at the same time. Just loosening you up for your conjugal visit. I hope your stud isn’t expecting your pussy to be real tight. She’s clean,” said Darlene withdrawing an empty hand. Stacy sighed in relief.

“Damn I was hoping Miss Harvard here was carrying. Then we could arrest her too,” said the Sergeant. “Maybe she’s also got a younger sister who loves to fuck prison guards.”

“I could always stick one of these up her cunt and pull it out. There’s enough to share,” said Darlene picking up the evidence bag containing the other woman’s packets of drugs.

“No, please,” said Stacy on the verge of panic.

“We’re just fucking with you, baby,” said the Sergeant laughing.

“Now for your other orifice. Take a deep breath then slowly let it out,” said Darlene squeezing the handle of the anal speculum to increase the opening.

“Amazing how wide the human asshole can get,” said the Sergeant watching Darlene as she forced her fingers inside Stacy’s rectum. “There’s a guy in Cell Block 16 who can take two fists in his butt at the same time.” Stacy moaned when she felt Darlene’s fingers slip into her rectum.

“Breathe,” advised Darlene as she pushed hard to force her hand past Stacy’s sphincter.

Stacy inhaled for eight seconds then slowly exhaled for eight seconds. The pain of having someone’s entire hand inside her bowel was close to unbearable.

“Weird feeling, isn’t it,” asked Darlene pushing her hand further inside.

“The weirdest,” said Stacy.

“Hurry up, quick fucking around,” said the guard standing in the doorway. “We’ve got three more sets of holes to search.”

When Stacy looked in their direction, she saw that two guards and three women were watching. All three were young and attractive. One of the women looked frightened out of her mind.

“She’s clean. Put your britches back on and go out that door,” said Darlene quickly removing both speculums.

Stacy felt a wave of physical relief when the medical instruments were removed. There was still a dull ache deep inside her vagina and rectum. Feeling unsteady on her feet, she held on to the examination table with one hand as she used the other to help her step into her panty. A petite brunette was leaning face down spreading her buttocks for Darlene before Stacy managed to finish and walk toward the exit door.

As she left the room, she heard Sergeant Simmons speak to his prisoner. “What does your sister look like? Let’s see her picture.”


Chapter 19 Prison Service



“Who’s the slut,” asked Mark’s dad when Stacy and Mark arrived at the steel cafeteria table. Victor Wilson was seated with a slender, much younger man.

Stacy was somewhat wide-eyed as she took in her surroundings. It was a dining room the size of a football field. Along the walls, there was a walk way or parapet fifteen feet above the floor. Guards armed with pump shotguns walked slowly along the parapet watching the prisoners and visitors. Children were running around screaming for Daddy while their mother’s tried to hang onto them in a very dangerous environment.

Everything was bolted down or built in. The dining table and side benches were a single sturdy unit. Large metal bolts secured it to the painted concrete floor. Later, Mark explained that the prisoners could turn anything unsecured into a missile.

During the drive, Mark had informed Stacy his father had a younger companion named Dave. “He’s Dad’s bitch but don’t ask him anything about Dave. That’s too personal.”

“Your dad’s gay,” asked Stacy surprised?

“Fuck no, what makes you say a stupid thing like that,” said Mark angrily?

“You said he was your dad’s companion. I just assumed they were in a relationship,” said Stacy.

“Prison doesn’t count. Just say as little as possible,” said Mark. “And don’t mention the word gay. You’ll ruin the whole visit.”

It had taken a minute to find the two amid all the confusion of the visitors rushing into the lunchroom. Vic Wilson certainly looks the part of a killer thought Stacy when Mark shouted, “There they are,” and headed toward a table in the back. He was a large man over six feet with iron gray hair, a lean muscular body, and what Stacy later described to Portia as the cold blue eyes of a murderer.

“Stacy,” muttered Mark. “She’s your present. She’s hot and loves to fuck”

“Hello Mr. Wilson, Happy Birthday,” said Stacy smiling as she and Mark sat down across from them.

“She looks diseased,” said the younger man eying Stacy like she was something that crawled out from under a rock.

“She’s pretty enough. Is she clean,” asked Vic looking directly at Stacy.

“Yes, Daddy, she’s clean. She’s a 34D and they’re real just like you like them,” said Mark handing the bag of cigarettes across the table to his father. But Dave intercepted the bag. He quickly reached in and pulled out a pack.

“Nice pair of tits, sure they’re not fake?” asked Vic as Dave first lit one cigarette and placed it between Vic’s lips. He quickly lit another for himself.

“Yes, they’re real. My mother has large breasts and I was fortunate to inherit them from her,” said Stacy annoyed by the question.

“Did you also inherit being a whore from Mommie,” asked Dave? “Or was it your great grandmother who first turned tricks for a living?”

“My mother is an allergist,” said Stacy. “She has her own clinic in Boston.”

“What the fuck is an allergist,” asked Vic?

“Stacy’s mom is a doctor. You know how Mom was allergic to cat fur. Stacy’s mom hands out pills for that,” said Mark.

“Mavis wasn’t allergist to cats. She just hated them and didn’t want you to have one. She lied to shut you up,” said Vic.

“Oh,” said Mark dejectedly as if he had finally learned the truth of something profound and terrible from his childhood.

“She used to tell me how when she and her brother, Lyle, were kids, they’d round up the neighborhood cats, put them in a laundry sack with a brick and toss it in the Merrimack River,” said Vic. “Fucking Lyle, bastard is crazy as a sewer rat.”

“I didn’t know that,” said Mark sounding more despondent.

“Oh, Markakins, don’t go getting all weepy because Mommy wouldn’t let you have a little pussy,” said Dave in a taunting little girl voice.

“Pets can play a pivotal role in early childhood development,” said Stacy having decided that Dave was not one of her favorite people. The thought occurred to Stacy she should definitely not be trying to participate in the conversation.

“What the fuck does that mean,” asked Vic focusing a cold hard stare on Stacy?

“Nothing, Daddy, Stacy goes to Harvard. She’s always saying something weird,” said Mark.

“Watch your whore mouth, Stacy, or I might knock those pretty white teeth of yours down your throat before I stick my dick in it,” said Vic smiling. “Then your daddy would be out all the money he paid the dentist.”

“Sorry, Mr. Wilson, I just meant that taking care of a pet helps some children develop into responsible adults,” said Stacy glad she had the good sense not to point out that it was orthodontists not dentists who straighten teeth.

“I see what you mean. My daddy trained pit bulls for the dog fights. He let me have a couple that couldn’t fight worth a shit. I loved those dogs and they loved me,” said Vic. “Those dogs help me become the man I am today.”

The sly look in his eye as he spoke convinced Stacy that Vic Wilson was nowhere near as dumb as he acted. He knew what she had meant by her earlier remark.

“You seen your Mom lately,” asked Vic?

“Yeah, last week, she’s doing okay. The salon’s making money,” said Mark.

“How’s your new step dad?”

“Fine I guess. He wasn’t there. Mom said he was learning to play golf.”

“That’s just fucking wonderful. I’m stuck in this hell hole and your Mom and my brother are screwing every night if Jed’s not too worn out from chasing a little white ball,” said Vic looking pissed.

“Dad, Mom’s entitled to some kind of life. But she still cares about you. And so does your brother. Uncle Jed told me he was talking to a lawyer about getting you a pardon or a new trial,” said Mark.

“Yeah, I bet he’s working his ass off to free me. Did you tell your Mom what I told you to tell her?”

“Frankly no, there’s no point in causing any more bad feelings. We’re all still family you know,” said Mark.

At that point, Vic reached across the table and grabbed his son by his jacket collar and yanked him half way across the table.

“You tell that whoring bitch and asshole brother of mine the day I get out of here, I’m going to pay them a visit. For starters, I’m going to cut his nuts off and make her eat them,” said Vic his face inches from his son’s.

“Let him go, Wilson,” yelled a guard standing on the parapet fifteen feet overhead. The familiar sound of a shotgun being cocked immediately drew Stacy’s attention.

Vic held on to his son’s collar as he looked up at the gun now pointed at him.

“Just having a little family discussion, Sergeant Rucker,” said Vic releasing Mark’s collar.

“Let’s all calm down and have a nice visit,” said Stacy. “It’s your birthday, Mr. Wilson. Mark’s your son and he obviously cares about you.”

“You fucked her yet,” asked Vic?

“Yeah, she’s hot and she loves to suck dick,” said Mark. “She’s likes it in her ass too.”

“If you allow that diseased whore to put her nasty mouth on you, I’ll never touch it as long as I live,” said Dave taking a long draw on his cigarette.

For some reason, Stacy sensed that Dave’s gay shtick was all an act. The way he kept glancing at Stacy’s chest convinced her he would love to put his cock inside her pussy.

“Vic, this is my Ellen,” said a slightly built middle-aged man who suddenly appeared at the end of the table interrupting their conversation. A much younger and pretty girl in a print dress was standing by his side holding his hand.

Stacy found it impossible not to stare. Ellen had a nice figure and soft honey brown hair. There was a certain innocence about her missing from most of the female visitors. When she compared the two new arrivals, she detected a family resemblance. Father and daughter she decided. Ellen’s about my age or younger thought Stacy and she’s even more afraid than I am. Why in hell would a father bring his attractive daughter to this place wondered Stacy. She quickly found out.

“Can’t you see we’re busy, Miles,” asked Vic looking annoyed?

“I really am sorry, Vic, but you said for me to bring Ellen over the next time she visited me,” said Miles. Stacy noted that Miles was looking if possible more desperate and frightened than Ellen.

“Vic said we’re busy and for that matter, Vic’s son has already provided his dad with a slut de jour. Hasn’t he, Slutakins?” said Dave looking directly at Stacy.

“I’m here for whatever. Why don’t you cool the swish act, Dave,” said Stacy starting to get angry.

“Careful, Dave, she’ll pull a shiv made out of a Tampax applicator and ram it up your pisshole,” said Vic smiling at Stacy for the first time.

“Please, I got to get out of there,” begged Miles on the verge of tears.

“Shit Miles, don’t whine. Tell you what. Since my boy brought me Stacy, your girl can thank my boy for me,” said Vic. “Maybe I’ll try them both later.”

“And you’ll get me moved to Block 10,” asked Miles.

“I said I would. Quit acting like a shithead. Now get your ass back to your wife until I’m done with your girl,” said Vic a dark look passing over his face. The look made Stacy believe that Mark’s dad was never too far from killing someone for no good reason.

“Ellen, your Mom and I will wait over there for you,” said Miles who then quickly walked away.

Miles returned to a nearby table and sat down with a woman that Stacy took to be his wife and Ellen’s mother. He reached across the table to take her hand. It was at that point that Stacy realized that half the women in the lunchroom were under the tables providing blowjobs. Curious children were staring wide mouthed as Mom sucked Daddy’s cock. It was as different a world as Stacy had grown up in as she could possibly imagine.

There were also lines of couples in front of several areas that had been closed off by curtains. Stacy decided correctly as it turned out the couples were having intercourse behind the drapes.

“Don’t just stand there, Ellen, hurry up,” said Dave. “Daddy may need a blow job once you’re done with Mark.”

“Which one of you is Mark,” asked Ellen?

“Me,” said Mark enlivened by the prospect that young and innocent looking Ellen would soon have his cock in her mouth. “What’s this all about, Dad?”

“Miles is in Block 12 with the Brother’s of the Nation of Islam. When they’re not reading the Quran and praying to Mecca, they take turns fucking him in the mouth and ass. He’s swallowing so much jism he skips chow. He wants me to have him moved to Block 10. He’ll still get cornholed but not as often,” said Vic. “What are you waiting for, honey? Think somehow this is all a bad dream and that a nice girl like you couldn’t wind up at AJ’s climbing under tables to suck criminals off?”

Vic placed his hand over Ellen’s wrist causing the terrified girl to visibly shiver.

“Don’t piss your pants, sweetheart. Nobody’s going to bite your nipples off. Although that did happen to a young lady last month,” said Dave. “Her boyfriend got overly excited.”

“Shut the fuck up, Dave,” said Vic.

“Daddy shouldn’t have embezzled all that money,” said Ellen. “It is killing Mother.”

“Sad, isn’t it? So now his sweet little innocent baby girl has to pay for Daddy’s crimes against society. Let’s have a contest. Think you can suck cock better than Stacy? She’s a pro. What do you charge, Stacy,” said Vic.

Stacy started to correct Vic then decided that was not wise. “Five hundred for a half and half.”

“What do you get for anal,” asked Dave?

“Two hundred on top of the five,” said Stacy lying through her teeth.

“Stacy’s studying law at Harvard. She’s going to be in the Olympics,” said Mark anxious to build Stacy’s resume to impress his dad.

“Since when did they make cock sucking an Olympic sport,” asked Dave?

“Skeet, clay pigeons, I hope to make the skeet team. Tryouts are this summer in Houston,” said Stacy.

“So you must be a dead shot and quick too,” asked Vic?

“I have a good chance to make the team,” said Stacy. “I was a junior champion.”

“Ever killed anybody,” asked Vic?

“No,” said Stacy trying not to act surprised. Stacy sometimes took a break from the skeet range to spend time in the indoor pistol range. Recently, she’d been practicing with her new 9MM Sig Sauer switching hands. She’d become almost as accurate with her left hand as her dominant right. As she examined the paper target silhouette, she’d found herself wondering what it would be like to shoot someone. I wouldn’t have a problem if I was defending myself decided Stacy.

“But you could if you had to or even wanted to. I can tell. Surviving here you learn who’s willing to kill and who is just a bullshitter. You’re a killer. I can see it in your eyes. Your chance to take a life hasn’t come along but when it does, you won’t hesitate. Mark tell you why I’m in AJ?”

“He said something about a triple murder.”

“I went to prison for the three but there were others. Murder talk scare you, Ellen?” asked Vic.

“Yes,” said Ellen.

“Scare you bad enough that you’d rather be under the table sucking dick?”

“No, yes, I don’t know,” said Ellen on the verge of tears.

“Better get busy before your Daddy gets worried you going to let him down. Time to go below deck,” said Vic pushing Ellen to her knees.

“You too,” whispered Mark to Stacy.

Stacy slipped off the metal bench to the floor. She and Ellen exchanged looks as Ellen crawled past her to reach Mark.

Vic unbuckled his jeans and slipped them along with his boxers down to his knees.

Mark’s dad isn’t circumcised realized Stacy as she wrapped her hand around the shaft pushing the skin back to expose the head. I keep meeting new challenges. Circumcised or not, it must work the same decided Stacy as she filled her mouth with Vic’s cock. Behind her, she could hear Ellen sucking Mark.

The day before Portia had downloaded a twenty-minute instructional video on the art of fellatio. Stacy had watched it twice and was anxious to apply several of its more advanced techniques. Vic’s cock was sufficiently long to allow her to wrap both her hands around the shaft. She worked the head with her tongue and lips while her hands moved in opposite directions.

“Bitch knows how to give a proper blowjob. Whoever trained this whore knew her trade,” said Vic.

“Stacy’s the best. That’s why I got her for you, Daddy,” said Mark.

“How’s what her name doing?” asked Vic speaking to Mark

“Ellen, fine, she’s okay. I’m definitely not her first,” said Mark as he looked down at her.

Stacy listened to their conversation as she licked Vic’s testicles while stroking the shaft. Stacy had frequently complained her parents expected too much and seldom offered her any emotional support. But after listening to Vic Wilson talk to his son she decided never to complain again.

“How’s that shit job of yours, son,” asked Vic?

“Good, I got a raise. I’m hoping to make security supervisor for the store. All eight of the guards would report to me. Oh, and so would the plain clothes staff. I’d have my own office,” said Mark.

“You arrest Stacy,” asked Vic?

“Yeah, she was shoplifting,” said Mark. “We caught her boosting some perfume.”

“Cabreeze put you up to it,” asked Vic? “I hear you’re part of his Posse.”

“Shit, Daddy, how did you hear that,” asked Mark.

“Word gets around in this place,” said Vic.

“How’s she doing,” asked Mark.

“Okay, for a bimbo blonde,” said Vic. “Latina whores have better suction.”

Well fuck you too, Vic, thought Stacy as she redoubled her efforts at cocksucking. It was at this point, she realized that Dave had slipped under the table and was beside her.

“You’re doing it all wrong,” said Dave. “That’s not the way he likes it.”

“Go away,” hissed Stacy.

“I do him almost every night,” said Dave. “I should know.”

“Show me then,” said Stacy holding Vic’s cock toward Dave.

“You take his balls. I’ll do the shaft,” said Dave.

This place is truly bizarre thought Stacy as she looked around. There has to be several hundred women here giving blowjobs not to mention the females having intercourse behind the screen. Some of the women aren’t that young either noted Stacy observing an elderly lady kneeling on her purse under a nearby table. She’s got to be in her seventies. It sounds like Ellen is getting the job done. Vic is not exactly a supportive father. But who the hell would expect him to be in this place.

“Dave, let Stacy take my load,” said Vic from above.

Dave slipped down to Vic’s balls as Stacy took the head in her mouth. Seconds later Stacy tasted the warm splash of semen on her tongue. When she turned around she saw Ellen finishing up Mark’s cock.

“You two can do me now,” said Dave drawing Stacy and Ellen together with an arm around their waist.

“Aren’t you gay,” asked Ellen?

“Quiet,” said Dave before he climbed back up on the bench seat and proceeded to push his prison trousers down to his knees. A sizeable and erect cock sprang out when it passed the waistband of his boxers.

Stacy and Ellen looked at each other for a second as Stacy wrapped her hand around Dave’s cock.

“Have you ever suck a boy off with another girl,” asked Ellen whispering?

“Yes, have you?” answered Stacy recalling the recent poker party. Adriana and she had sucked a number of dicks together. She and Portia had sucked off Les and Monk together then Roger and Avery later that same night.

“No,” said Ellen.

“Nothing to it, follow my lead,” said Stacy.

The two women spent the next several minutes providing Dave oral sex. They switched frequently between his cock and his balls.

“Hurry and blow your load, Dave. I feel the need for some pussy,” said Vic.

Within seconds, Dave filled Stacy’s mouth with semen. Reacting instinctively from the absurdity of their situation, Stacy turned to Ellen and the two kissed, exchanging the salty fluid as their tongues intertwined.

“Stacy and Ellen are snowballing,” said Dave peering down at the girls.

“Sluts are all dykes at heart,” said Vic sounding philosophical.


Chapter 20 Behind the Curtain


“Will we get an STD,” whispered Ellen as she and Stacy waited in line with Vic?

“Yeah, AIDS for certain, you’ll be dead in six months rotting from the pussy out,” said Vic who’d overheard her.

“I brought some condoms. They’re in my bra,” said Ellen.

“Give me,” said Vic sticking out his hand.

Stacy watched as Ellen extracted a three pack of condoms and handed them to Vic. The package announced they were lubricated and contained a spermicide along with another compound intended to reduce the risk of AIDs and other STDs. Vic slipped the package in his pocket.

Stacy realized Vic did not intend to use Ellen’s condoms. They must be something he could bargain with for drugs or other favors. After the two girls had finished Dave’ blowjob, Vic had ordered them to accompany him to the closest screened off area reserved for sexual intercourse. On the way to the area, the three passed the table where Ellen’s father and mother sat.

“I’m okay,” said Ellen to her worried-looking parents as they walked past.

Ellen’s parent’s willingness to sacrifice their daughter’s body for the sake of her father’s safety puzzled Stacy. She’d always assumed her father and mother would rather die themselves than see any harm come to her. But Ellen’s parents had traded their daughter to the worst scum of the earth. The situation caused Stacy to wonder how her own father would have reacted under the same circumstances. Would he have given her to Vic to avoid repeated sodomy? It was hard to imagine her urbane and gentlemanly father down on his knees sucking a black thug’s cock while taking another cock in his asshole.

For reasons she didn’t understand, she found Ellen’s willingness to be sacrificed admirable, even heroic. Would I give myself to a murderous convict to help my father wondered Stacy? Before I met Mike Cabreeze, the answer would have been maybe; at least I think it would have been. Still it would have difficult.

But now after Mike and the Posse have made me their sex object, it would be easy. For that matter, there’s not much difference in Ellen and my situation. She’s here to save her father from being sodomised. I’m here to save my parents from finding out their only child appears in porn videos and distributes drugs. If Ellen visits again, it will be easier the second time. The obvious conclusion is Mike has caused me to devalue myself in a sexual sense. He objectified me causing me to objectify myself. I’m just three holes for men to stick their dicks in. The big surprise is how much I love them doing it.

“What you thinking, honey,” asked Vic?

“How I came to be here,” answered Stacy.

“Does it matter now that you are here?”

“I suppose not,” said Stacy.

“Hey Vic, that’s a lot of young pussy for an old fuck like you,” said a prisoner sitting alone at a nearby table. Stacy could not help but notice the man was enormous occupying almost half one side of the table. His arms looked to be the size of Stacy’s waist. He reminded Stacy of a statue of the Buddha. His basketball-sized head was completely hairless. Tiny ears and small dark eyes gave him a porcine appearance.

“I can handle it, Morris. Don’t you worry,” said Vic.

“My old lady couldn’t make it. Her mom’s got the cancer, going to kick any minute,” said Morris.

“Tough titty,” said Vic.

“Carton for the pair when you’re done,” said Morris.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, there are two of them, two cartons,” said Vic.

“Done,” said Morris eying the two girls like they were hot fudge sundaes.

“No, he wasn’t part of the deal,” said Ellen objecting to the bargain.

“Quiet, don’t make a fuss,” said Stacy taking Ellen’s hand.

“If I were you, Miss, I’d listen to Stacy,” said Vic.

“He’s trading us for a carton of cigarettes. Do you realize what that makes us?” said Ellen to Stacy.

“Yes I do. Now keep your mouth shut and do as Vic says,” said Stacy.

“Christ, I’ll never forget this as long as I live,” said Ellen.

Vic put his arms around Ellen and Stacy and pulled them close and spoke quietly to both at once. “I’m selling your ass to Morris for two cartons of smokes. If you have a problem with that, tell me now.”

“And if I do,” asked Ellen?

“Your Daddy will stay in Cell Block 12 until his asshole is so loose the Brothers won’t have any use for him and cut his throat. Your choice, sloppy seconds for Morris or Daddy keeps getting his shit stirred.”

“All right, I’ll do it,” said Ellen after a moment’s consideration.

“You’ll be okay. Morris is kind of cute for a big guy,” said Stacy smiling. She squeezed Ellen’s hand to reassure her.

“You’re one of those lemons to lemonade people,” said Ellen to Stacy.

“Just trying to get out of here in one piece,” said Stacy.

The line was moving quickly. As they neared the curtains, Stacy could overhear the sounds of sexual intercourse and the accompanying conversation.

Intercourse in prison was not a long drawn out process. Stacy timed several couples and five minutes or less was the norm. Mark later told her most couples had sex more than once, a preference for quantity over quality.

Stacy had noticed that while racial segregation was passé in almost every American institution from the army to the schools, it was still practiced in the prisons. There were separate lines for the blacks, Hispanics and whites. Stacy looked around to see where the Asians went but couldn’t find any in the crowd.

When they were next, Stacy realized she could see into the area. A skinny bleached blonde with a Satanist tattoo covering her entire back was raising and lowering herself over a man. The man’s hands were pulling and twisting the woman’s unusually long nipples. Eyes closed, she kept licking her fingers then returning them to her clit as she rode her man’s cock.

Ellen squeezed Stacy’s hand as they stood watching the couple. Shortly, the man yelled that he was going to blow causing the wife to increase her pace. Stacy felt her own sex respond as she noted the way the woman’s abdomen sunk in each time she reached maximum penetration. She’s using her core strength to squeeze his cock observed Stacy. Portia had taught her a good fuck is not merely lying there and letting the man penetrate. You contracted the muscles groups in your abdomen and buttocks to apply pressure to the column of male flesh invading your body. That made it better for both.

“Let’s go. We’re up,” said Vic as soon as the couple orgasmed. They were still getting up as the three entered the small space. The woman casually stood up and pushed her shirt down over her breasts. Looking Stacy in the eye, she picked up a roll of toilet tissue off the floor and peeled off several squares. Placing one leg on the metal edge of the bed, she wiped her pussy with the tissue then dropped the soggy mess into a wastebasket. She unrolled several more sheets and stuck them into her vagina to soak up the semen and keep it from soiling her skirt.

“Hey Vic, pulling a double,” said the man tying his shoes.

“Birthday present from my boy,” said Vic.

“What you going to give me for my birthday, Kendra,” said the man.

“How about a dose of the clap,” replied a bored looking Kendra as she pushed her skirt down?

“Enjoy,” said the man as he and Kendra left.

“Get naked you two,” ordered Vic as soon as they were alone. Both girls quickly undressed. Stacy was pleased when Ellen was following along, helping her undress Vic.

“Dick sucking time,” said Vic said lying down on his back.

Their mouths jointly attached his penis and scrotum bringing him to an erection in a matter of minutes. Stacy’s hand instinctively teased Ellen’s nipples as the two-experienced fellatrice’s practiced their art. Ellen’s hand slipped between Stacy’s legs and took advantage of her wetness to smear lubricant over her clitoris. Pairs of lips worked each side of his cockhead and their tongues licked the spongy surface interacting with the warm flesh.

“Not bad, you two must have started sucking cock in grade school,” commented Vic looking down at the busy women.

“Seventh grade for me,” replied Ellen looking Vic in the eye allowing her lust to show for the first time.

“Seventh also,” lied Stacy.

“One of you takes my cock. The other sits on my face. Switch when I say so,” said Vic as soon as he had a hardon.

Stacy straddled Vic taking his manhood in one hand and guiding it into her vagina. She moaned as she slid the column of hard male flesh inside her. Exhaling slowly, she flexed her core muscles drawing her navel toward her spine. She was rewarded by Vic’s long moan of pleasure. Inhaling, she raised her body then exhaled again as she impaled herself all the while contracting her abdomen, squeezing her gluteus maximus, and seeking to draw up the small muscles lining her pelvic floor.

“Shit, that’s almost worth five hundred dollars,” said Vic.

Ellen positioned her sex over Vic’s mouth spreading her labia to expose her clitoris. Ellen’s clitoris and labia reminded Stacy of Portia’s. Big Lips was the term Portia used to describe her sex. Thick folds of flesh framed a clitoris that protruded several inches from her vulva like a mini cock. Stacy had spent a considerable amount of time the last few weeks sucking on Portia’s Big Lips.

When Ellen leaned forward, Vic was able to take her parts into his mouth and noisily suck on them. Stacy reached out for Ellen’s breasts taking the small pink buds in her fingers and squeezing them. Ellen returned the favor. The girls kissed and fondled each other’s breasts as they rode Vic.

They switched positions several times at Vic’s command until he decided he wanted to try something different.

“Have you been fucked in the ass, Ellen,” asked Vic his face glistening in the harsh institutional lightening.

“No,” said Ellen looking scared.

“I’ve gotten a taste for butt fucking here at AJ. On your knees and elbows, sweetheart, I’m going to take your anal cherry. You can experience first hand what your Daddy’s getting every night,” said Vic.

“Oh God,” said a tearful Ellen who nonetheless rolled over to the designated position.

“Here, let me get her ready,” said Stacy pulling Ellen’s buttocks apart to expose her wrinkly brown anus. Stacy quickly passed her tongue over the wrinkled brown flesh depositing as much salvia as she could.

“Well, ain’t you the helpful one,” said Vic placing his cock head against the opening. An audible sob escaped Ellen’s mouth when she felt the erect penis pressing against her sphincter.

“Hold on and I’ll loosen her up. She needs her butt eaten,” said Stacy. Not waiting for Vic’s reply, she stroked his cock as she placed her mouth over Ellen’s anus, moistening the surface with saliva as her tongue and lips massaged the pucker teasing it to relax.

“Analingus, you know what that is, Ellen,” asked Vic.

“Yes, it’s what Stacy is doing, a sex act where the mouth gives pleasure to the sphincter or anus,” said Ellen responding in a fashion that reminded Stacy of the classroom. Stacy could picture one of her professors asking, “Who knows the meaning of the term Analingus?”

“Good, you can tell Mom and Dad you had your ass eaten and fucked,” said Vic. “Stacy, get under Ellen and suck her cunt sixty nine like while I butt fuck her.”

Stacy slipped under Ellen and began to lick her sex. Ellen groaned as Vic’s cock entered her rectum.

“There now, that’s not so bad,” said Vic taking hold of Ellen’s long hair, using it for leverage as he began to raise and lower himself. Ellen’s whimpers turned to moans as she found herself not just tolerating anal intercourse but also enjoying it. Ellen began to lick Stacy’s wet sex.

“Open up, Stacy,” said Vic after dozens of strokes.

Stacy opened her mouth wide as Vic withdrew his cock from Ellen’s anus to slip it inside Stacy’s mouth. Ellen hadn’t prepared for anal intercourse and Vic’s cock was streaked with shit.

“Suck that nasty dick, bitch. Ellen needs to know what a pig slut you are,” said Vic ramming his cock into Stacy’s throat choking her. Vic repeated the ass to mouth movement several times, each time making sure Stacy choked when he forced his stained cock in her throat. Ellen began to chant, “Yes, yes, fuck my ass,” is a monotonic voice as Vic drove his penis in her rectum.

Vic pounded away in Ellen’s ass for a considerable period before he announced he was about to ejaculate.

“You take it, Stacy, and then share it with Ellen,” ordered Vic as he pulled his cock out of Ellen’s asshole and drove it into Stacy’s open mouth.

Her mouth filled with warm semen. Stacy climbed out from under Ellen. She took the smaller woman in her arms. They embraced as they kissed. Stacy expelled most of the semen into Ellen’s mouth. Their tongues met churning the viscous fluid.

“You two cunts are hot together,” said Vic beginning to dress. As they were leaving the conjugal area, Vic offered a word of warning.

“Be nice to Morris. He’s a little slow but he knows when he’s being made fun of. Also, he can be a little touchy if he doesn’t get his way,” said Vic.

“How touchy,” asked Stacy?

“He killed a hooker that called him a toad. Broke her neck like a twig,” said Vic.

“Time to fall in love with the fat man,” said Stacy to Ellen as they left the conjugal area headed for Morris’s table.

“What,” asked Ellen feeling somewhat dazed by her experiences?

“Just act the same as me. Neither of us wants to get hurt,” said Stacy.

“He’s a disgusting goon, an ape,” whispered Ellen.

“I see a resemblance to Brad Pitt,” said Stacy.

“I prefer Johnny Depp,” said Ellen.

“I love big men,” said Stacy as she hiked up her skirt to straddle Morris’s huge thigh. A broad smile lit up his round face when Stacy pressed her sex down on the top of his leg shifting it from side to side as she placed one arm around his mostly non-existent neck.

“Oh that feels so good on my pussy,” moaned Stacy rocking her very hot and wet sex back and forth against the thin material. Stacy felt relieved when Ellen didn’t hesitate to straddle the other knee.

“I’m a big guy all right,” said Morris somewhat surprised the two girls seemed so willing.

“Kiss me, Morris,” said Stacy placing her lips on the almost lipless hole that comprised his mouth. Stacy used her free hand to the back of Ellen’s head pulling her into the embrace. Once more, Ellen went along. The girl’s tongues slipped into Morris’ small round mouth and each other’s. Stacy switched her mouth to Morris’ tiny pig like ears pushing the tip of her tongue into the canal.

“That tickles,” Morris giggled as he placed his hand on Stacy’s breast.

“You like these?” Stacy asked grabbing Morris’ hand and pushing it under her sweater. He forced up her bra, covering her breast in his giant hand. Ellen’s tongue was licking around the edge of Morris’ mouth. His short tongue was attempting to follow hers.

“You got big titties. I like big titties,” said Morris squeezing Stacy’s breast.

“Well, they’re all yours. Let’s go get in line. I can’t wait to get my mouth on your cock,” said Stacy reaching down to feel the large bulge.

“Shit, the lines too long,” said Morris looking at the nearest queue of fifteen or so couples.

“Ellen and I can get under the table and blow you,” offered Stacy. “We’d love to get that hot roll of meat between out lips. Wouldn’t we, Ellen?”

“Damn straight we would,” said Ellen adding her hand to Stacy’s. “I want to suck your dick.”

“No, we’ll do it here. Don’t want to wait,” said Morris easily lifting Stacy then Ellen onto the table.

“Isn’t this against the rules,” asked Stacy as she found Ellen and herself laying across the table their heads hanging off the other side. Stacy fought back the panic brought on by the prospect of having sexual intercourse while several hundred people watched.

“Can’t wait,” said Morris as he picked up Ellen like she was a father and deposited her on top of Stacy. Stacy was now on her back with Ellen on top of her. Ellen’s back was against Stacy’s chest leaving both girls staring at the ceiling. Fortunately for Stacy, Ellen was a much smaller person and her weight was manageable. When Stacy looked toward the outer wall, she saw several of the guards on the parapet pointing in their direction and laughing.

“Oh shit,” said Stacy realizing no one was going to stop the oversized man-child from doing whatever he wanted with them.

Stacy felt an irresistible force rip out the crotch of her panty. A blunt finger forced its way into her vagina. The sound of more material tearing signaled that Ellen’s underpants were also in tatters. Her loud moan indicated Morris’s other fingers were busy.

“Christ, what’s he going to do,” asked Ellen?

“Whatever the fuck he wants,” said Stacy.

“Double pussy,” said Morris happily. He was fingering the girl’s vagina as he grinned at the onlookers. Occasionally, he removed a stubby finger and licked it. At some point, he sat down at the table placed both sets of legs on his shoulders and dove face first into double cunnilingus.

“My God everyone is watching,” said Ellen raising her head to look around. A few feet away stood Ellen’s parents staring as Morris lined up the girl’s sex to where they were only inches apart then began to perform oral sex on both at the same time. Stacy could feel the basketball-sized head forcing her thighs apart.

“Close your eyes and block them out,” said Stacy reaching around Ellen to unbutton the top of her dress. Once more, Ellen surprised Stacy by unhooking the front of her brassiere exposing her breasts. Stacy made a mental note to buy some bras that hooked in the front for special occasions like conjugal visit to prison.

Stacy took hold of Ellen’s breasts and gently squeezed them while Morris made loud grunting noises as he licked and slurped the two sexes as one. She could feet the enormous head pass its tongue over her vagina traveling past her clitoris then halt for a brief second at Ellen’s sphincter before continuing its journey. When Stacy glanced to either side, she saw that everyone at the nearby tables was standing up watching. They were starting to gather around the table in a circle. Stacy pushed out of her mind the fact there were children present.

“Eat us, Morris. Eat our pussies, Ellen, tell Morris how great he is,” said Stacy desperate Ellen might panic and bring the giant’s wrath down on the both of them.

“Oh Morris, I love the way you eat my cunt,” said Ellen putting her hands on top of Stacy’s encouraging her to keep fondling her breasts.

The crowd began to chant, “Mor-ris, Mor-ris.”

The volume grew as others joined in. Morris occasionally looked up, smiling and basking in the attention.

At some point, he satisfied his lust for oral sex. He lifted Ellen up off Stacy standing her on the bench. He grabbed the collar of her dress and in one swift motion ripped if off her leaving the terrified girl standing in her open bra and torn panties. The ripped crotch was dangling between her legs.

“Don’t move,” said Morris to Stacy who was attempting to rise up. Morris’ huge hand pushed her flat.

Effortlessly, Morris ripped apart the waistband of Ellen’s underpants and let them fall to the floor. Then he spun her around and removed her bra. Ellen stood naked on the bench looking out over the crowd of several hundred prisoners and visitors.

“You stay,” commanded Morris to Ellen before turning his attention to Stacy who not wanting to go back to the dorm half naked was attempting to wiggle out of her sweater. As Morris lifted her to standing on the table beside the now nude Ellen, Stacy managed to pull her sweater over her head then reach back to unsnap her bra allowing it to fall.

The audience sounded a collective sigh at the sight of Stacy’s large gorgeous breasts. But Morris was too busy ripping off Stacy’s skirt to notice. As the zipper parted, Stacy wondered where she would find a safety pin. Her thought was interrupted when Morris grabbed the waistband of her panty and ripped it apart.

“Sniff their panties, Morris,” yelled one of the crowd.

Morris proved amenable to the suggestion. He grabbed up both pair of torn panties and held them to his nose as he looked around the room grinning like an idiot. After several deep inhales, he stuffed the remnants in his pocket.

“What the hell?” said Stacy as she took Ellen’s hand? She raised both hands to the ceiling. “Smile and wave like you’ve dreamed of this moment all your life.”

“Holy Mother of Christ,” muttered Ellen looking out over the crowd waving her free arm

“Wave like you are the Queen of England accepting the love of your faithful subjects,” said Stacy still holding Ellen’s hand. She lifted their hands high causing her breasts to raise and jiggle. The crowd was shouting and waving back when a completely naked Morris joined them. It was a tribute to the table’s manufacture that it managed to hold the three of them. Most of the guards had gathered on the nearby parapet to watch the show. One of the guards was busy with a camera.

Stacy wrapped Morris in an embrace and kissed him as her hand located his cock, hidden deep under several folds of fat. She began to stroke it.

“Suck my peter,” said Morris.

Ellen dropped to her knees to take his cock in her mouth and Stacy followed her lead.

The two girls began a noisy blowjob as the crowd watched. His cock was average in length but easily the thickest Stacy had ever seen. His scrotum was in proportion to the rest of him. Stacy buried her face between the grapefruit sized testicles.

Both females applied their oral skills with a fervor driven by fear of what might happen if they failed to please him. Ellen stretched her jaw hinge to the point of dislocation to accommodate his cockhead while Stacy’s hands and tongue worked his sack with a zeal she had never experienced before.

Their efforts were rewarded by Morris’ little squeals of pleasure that would have made the crowd laugh except that the source was a borderline retarded murderer with the strength of a half dozen men.

“Want to fuck now,” said Morris. Stacy realized it was an intention not a question.

“On your back, Morris,” said Stacy afraid that Morris would decide to lie on them during intercourse. Stacy wasn’t interested in being smothered to death. Fortunately, Morris plopped down on his back causing the table to shake.

“Sit on his face and ride it,” said Stacy to Ellen.

Stacy sat down between his legs on the tabletop. She placed her legs over the top of his. Stacy made a mental note to ask Portia how the morbidly obese had intercourse. Her prior experience had been with men who were height and weight proportionate. Morris was a four hundred pound behemoth several inches short of six feet. Moving deliberately, she reached down and grasped his cock in her hand as she inched her vulva toward Morris’ crotch.

“Ah,” cried Stacy as the fattest cock she’d ever encountered wedged its way into her opening.

“Is he in,” asked Ellen whose thighs were bridging Morris’s head? He was once again making loud squeals as he sucked Ellen’s generous folds into his mouth.

“Almost, take my hands and pull,” answered Stacy reaching up to grab Ellen’s hands for leverage. Ignoring the pain of her vaginal walls expanding to accommodate his girth, Stacy slowly impaled herself. By the time her clitoris touched his hairy crotch Stacy was covered in sweat. Stacy repeated her movement several times until his penis slid easily in and out of her vagina.

“Let’s go crazy,” said Stacy increasing the pace.

“Talk dirty. I like girls to talk dirty,” said Morris

“Suck my asshole, motherfucker,” screamed Ellen positioning her anus over Morris’ mouth.

“Eat her shitter, Morris,” added Stacy concluding Ellen is nowhere near as innocent as she looks. Stacy reached back to fondle Morris’ balls as she rode his cock.

Stacy focused her mind, breathing, and body on Morris’ cock as she rode the enormous body. The image of Captain Ahab on Moby Dick came to her mind; but she pushed the thought away as she fucked with everything she possessed. Sweat rolled off Morris’ body in waves forming puddles. Stacy and Ellen added their own perspiration.

The chanting started again. Minutes later Morris experienced an orgasm that sent him flopping up and down on the metal table like a landed whale. Stacy hung on for dear life as his powerful thighs heaved and rolled as he climaxed. After multiple spasms involving intense muscular reactions Morris collapsed back on the table and was still. Semen gushed out of Stacy’s vagina when she stood up.

“Christ, he’s not breathing,” screamed Ellen her dripping cunt still poised over his open mouth.

One of the guards on the parapet must have radioed for help on his radio because within seconds, a team of shotgun wielding guards rushed into the room escorting a medical technician. He was pushing a defibrillator cart.

Stacy and Ellen were busily dressing in their ripped clothes as the technician applied ointment to the defibrillator’s paddles. Stacy as the daughter of two doctors had attended an extensive CPR course. However, she realized no one planned to perform any procedure involving mouth-to-mouth contact. The technician with the help of several guards managed to roll Morris off the metal table where he landed with a considerable thump on the concrete floor.

“Think he’s dead,” asked Ellen?

“God I hope not,” said Stacy trying to think of all the bad things that might happen if it became known they had fucked a man to death.

After shouting the obligatory clear, the technician positioned the paddles and triggered the release button. The vast body convulsed in response to the charge then relaxed. The EMT used his stethoscope.

“He’s okay,” declared the EMT sounding disappointed.

Stacy saw his chest began to rise and fall with this breath. The technician helped Morris to a seated position.

Morris raised his head, looked at Stacy and Ellen then said, “You two whores want to pop me again?”

That occasioned some serious laughter from the onlookers.

“My God, you nearly fucked fat Morris to death. I’d been out two cartons of smokes,” said Vic taking the girls by the arm to lead them back to his table.

Ellen borrowed her mother’s pen and wrote her email address on Stacy’s palm when they reached her parent’s table.

“Shit, Miles, your girl is wasting her time trying to become a dental technician. She ought to team up with Stacy and make some real dough,” said Vic when they dropped Ellen off with her parents.

“Jesus, I was afraid we’d killed him,” said Ellen plopping down beside her mother.

“It would have made for a hell of a story to tell your grandchildren,” said Vic. “See you next month, Ellen.”

“You won’t forget about moving me,” called Miles to Vic as they walked away.

“I got your back, asshole,” yelled Vic over his shoulder.

The claxon announced visiting hours were over and the crowd began to stream out.

“One hell of a birthday present, son,” said Vic giving Mark a slight hug.

Stacy wound up in Vic’s arms when it came time to say her goodbyes.

“I’m going to marry you when I get out of here,” said Vic as she delivered a good-bye kiss.

“Let me know before it happens so I can pick out a wedding dress,” said Stacy thinking she would emigrate to Australia if Victor Wilson ever became eligible for parole.

Stacy slept all the way back to the dorm. She managed to get back to her room without being seen in her half dressed condition. She threw her clothes in the garbage as she undressed. She showered, douched twice and fell sound asleep until midnight when Portia arrived from her gig at one of Boston’s jazz clubs.

After hearing of the day’s events, the two girls made love then fell asleep in each other’s arms.



























Chapter 21 Ladies of Leather


Stacy kept her eyes cast down not wanting to look straight ahead and make eye contact with the driver. She was worried the young Indian cab driver would wreck if he kept staring at her in the rear view mirror.

Of course he has good reason to stare realized Stacy looking down at her leather bra with the part missing that covered her nipples. The cool night air had given them cause to stand out adding to Stacy’s sense of embarrassment. They looked huge even in the half shadows afforded by the streetlights. Faye had carefully coated them with a cranberry red body paint that contrasted sharply from her areola. What made it even worse was that Faye was periodically leaning over to suck the left one as she pulled and twisted its mate.

“Jaggan, don’t you think Stacy has incredible nipples,” asked Faye adding to Stacy’s discomfort by discussing her with the driver. His long Hindu name was printed in large block letters on a plastic sign fixed to the dashboard.

“Very pretty, and very large,” answered Jaggan in his slightly singsong voice tinged with a British accent.

“You like large tits,” asked Faye.

“Oh yes, very much and I like dark nipples. The girls in my country have such nipples. They are like ripe berries.”

“So you wouldn’t like mine,” said Faye pushing the top of her corset down to reveal her muscular chest with its almost non-existent breasts.

“I like hers better,” said Jaggan candidly but not undiplomatically.

The bra wasn’t the only piece of Stacy’s attire she considered embarrassing. Faye had referred to the panty she gave Stacy as a hole cover. The narrow rear strip of the thong was uncomfortably embedded in the crack of her ass. Stacy’s naked butt rested on the leather cab seat. The tiny front triangle of the panty nestled between her labia major leaving them exposed. It barely covered her vagina and clitoris. Faye had used the same red body paint to color Stacia’s labia. Stacy would have preferred to keep her legs crossed but Faye had ordered her to spread them open so she could rub Stacy’s crotch while the driver watched.

He narrowly missed a pedestrian in a crosswalk when Faye and she tongue kissed and Faye’s fingers pushed aside the panty crotch inserting her fingers in Stacy’s vagina. Faye withdrew her fingers after a few seconds of vigorous finger fucking and licked them ostentatiously.

“Jaggan, you wouldn’t believe how good she tastes. Here, have a lick, said Faye reaching her hand through the small opening of the Plexiglas barrier separating the front and rear seats.

“Very tasty,” said Jaggan licking Faye’s fingers once again causing the cab to swerve into the other lane.

“Watch the fucking road. You’ll get us killed,” shouted Stacy.

Four-inch strap platform sandals raised Stacy’s standing height to over six feet, several inches taller than Faye. A narrow leather garter belt held up patterned hose. It was Stacy’s first experience with a garter belt. It struck her as impractical, not particularly comfortable and the ultimate in slut attire.

Her hands and forearms were encased in elbow length leather gloves. Stacy’s flaxen hair was pulled straight back and moussed against her skull. A heavy layer of mascara, eye liner, make-up, and lip stick added to the slut effect. But the item that bothered Stacy most was the dog collar fastened around her neck. It was attached to a leash that Faye was holding firmly in her hand. It announced to the world that Stacy was the slave and Faye the mistress.

Several people out for an evening stroll had stared as Faye had led Stacy out of her apartment and climbed into the cab. It would have attracted more attention if they weren’t in Cambridge. Being on the end of a dog leash was in Stacy’s view a singular way to humiliate someone.

“Not what rich girls from Weston are brought up to expect,” Faye commented when Stacy objected to the dog collar and leash. “But tonight, you’re my bitch and you better heel when I command or I’ll turn that butt of yours cherry red.”

“I can’t go out in public like this,” protested Stacy before the cab arrived. They were in Faye’s apartment standing side-by-side looking in the mirror.

“You’re going, so quit bitching. Besides, we look hot as hell. Every leather dyke in New England will want a piece of us,” said Faye. “I love the way your zickers show in the peek-a-boo bra. Your big knockers made it an excellent choice. Let’s go in the kitchen I want to ice your nipples so they stand out like bing cherries.”

Faye’s attire of thigh high leather boots, arm length gloves, leather corset, and panty complemented Stacy’s. One critical difference was the wide belt circling Faye’s waist. Handcuffs, two different sizes of brass studded leather paddles, a coiled bullwhip, a pair of evil looking nipple clamps, and a riding crop dangled from the wide belt. As if that wasn’t enough, a bulging athletic bag containing S&M paraphernalia rode at her feet. Slave Stacy had been tasked to carry the weighty bag for Mistress Faye.

“Twelve fifty,” said Jaggan turning to look at Stacy after the cab pulled up to the curb in front of an abandoned downtown Boston theatre.

“Here’s thirteen, Jaggan,” said Faye. “And I’m going to give you a choice of tips, this five dollar bill or Slave Stacy here will suck you off.”

“Faye,” said Stacy aghast at the idea.

“Shut up, Stacy. Hurry and decide, Jaggan. We’re in a hurry,” said Faye.

“Blow job,” said Jaggan after thinking about it for a surprisingly long period of time.

“Took him long enough to decide. I guess you’re not as hot as you think you are,” said Faye reaching across Stacy to open her door. “Get in the front seat.”

Stacy considered telling Faye to go fuck herself. However, she reasoned Mike might decide to publicize her hardcore porn debut if Faye complained. Still it took courage to set foot on a downtown city street in what she was wearing. Stacy was reasonably sure she would be arrested for indecent behavior if a Boston policeman saw her get out of the cab and walk around to the passenger side.

Anxious to get it over with, Stacy leaned over in Jaggan’s lap as soon as she got inside the car. In seconds, she had extracted his uncircumcised penis from his trousers. Her head bumped against the steering wheel reminding her it was not the first front seat blowjob she’d performed.

Jaggan amused himself by pinching her nipples while Stacy placed one hand under his scrotum wrapping her fingers around his small tight nut sack. The aroma of curry scented urine filled her nostrils. She applied upward pressure to the base of his testicles with the side of her hand. The fingers of her other hand were stroking the still soft shaft as her lips and tongue worked on his cockhead. Stacy was gratified to feel his penis begin to harden.

“Is she worth all of five dollars, Jaggan,” asked Faye leaning forward to peer down at Stacy?

“We will see,” said Jaggan noncommittally.

Asshole thought Stacy to herself as she started to lip stroke the shaft. It was rapidly filling with blood.

“Can you taste any curry yet, Stacy,” asked Faye?

Stacy had noted a certain exotic spice flavor but was about to apply in the negative when she heard two female voices squeal Faye’s name.

“Lenore, Gretchen,” squealed Faye in response causing Stacy to realize BDSM dominas and Ivy League college girls shared certain characteristics especially when it came to greeting one another. Stacy decided to keep her head down and stay focused on draining Jaggan’s balls.

“What you doing out here? The Auto-De-Fe started hours ago,” said Lenore.

“I’m waiting for my worthless slave, Stacy, to finish giving our driver his tip,” said Faye.

“A tip for a tip,” said Gretchen causing the three to laugh at her bad joke. Gretchen and Lenore peered into the front seat. “She’s quite eager. Is she the rich slut a friend loaned you?”

“Yes, she’s the one. She’s mine for the night to do with as I want. I already taught her how to come when she’s not breathing,” said Faye.

“Don’t forget you promised to share,” said Lenore.

“Of course, if you two help me rig her for the contest then she’s yours for an hour,” said Faye,

“Is she that noisy when she’s eating you out,” asked Gretchen?

“She and I have been screwing since six and she’s still horny. She’s a borderline nymphomaniac who adores edge play,” said Faye.

“Looks like the driver’s about to blow,” said Lenore listening to Jaggan chant in his native Hindi.

“Slave Stacia, don’t you swallow a drop of Jaggan’s semen until I tell you to,” said Faye.

Jaggan cried out in profane Hindu as he felt the onrush of his orgasm. He was surprised the American made him ejaculate so quickly. He had spent the afternoon in bed with a distant cousin and they had made love so many times he’d lost count. His family was anxious for him to agree to marry the girl since she was a Patel and there would be a considerable dowry plus important social and business connections. Right before his shift started, he had called his father to say he agreed to the marriage.

When Faye had offered him Stacy in place of his tip, his choice would have been obvious except he was so exhausted from making love to Rupasi he doubted he could perform. However, the American’s beauty, her incredible breasts, and the manner she was dressed proved irresistible.

Jaggan’s orgasm also proved irresistible. As he twisted in his seat forcing Stacy’s head down on his spurting manhood, he called out for Lord Shiva to regenerate his linga. His testicles repeatedly contracted expelling his life force; their journey hurried by the powerful suction she applied to his urethra.

Stacy concentrated on providing Jaggan a satisfying climax. When he finished squirting, there was a pool of warm semen resting on the floor of her mouth.

Jaggan lay back in the seat completely spent as Stacy raised herself to seating then slipped out the car door.

Lenore and Gretchen followed Faye and Stacy into the old theatre. Stacy waited while Faye checked in at the admissions desk and acquired their party identifications. The two stood silent as Lenore and Gretchen were admitted.

“Open your mouth and show us,” said Faye once the foursome was together.

Stacy opened her mouth to display Jaggan’s semen. She was mildly surprised when Gretchen produced a small flashlight she used to illuminate the interior.

“I’d say she’s been a good slave conferring credit to her mistress,” said Lenore peering in Stacy’s mouth along with the others.

“I agree. You may swallow, Slave Stacy,” said Faye.


***


Stacy’s visit to Mark’s father had left her apprehensive about paying Mark’s debt to Faye. Still she reasoned nothing could be as bad as what happened at the prison. Attending Faye’s lesbian party sounded like a piece of cake compared to sex with a four hundred pound psychopathic murderer.

As before, Stacy had been informed by email about her upcoming evening. This one had been only slightly less cryptic.




Slave Stacy


As Mike should have explained New England Ladies of Leather are having their spring Auto-De-Fe this Saturday. Doors open at eleven but no one arrives before midnight. Don’t worry about what to wear. I’ve got your outfit. We will dress at my place (Taymoor Apartment No. 117). Arrive by 6:00PM. Don’t be late!


Mistress Faye


“Somebody is in for an interesting evening. I almost wish I was going,” said Portia when Stacy showed her Faye’s email.

“Mike explained nothing other than I was expected to attend. Why does she refer to me as Slave Stacy and herself as Mistress Faye? Is this an S&M thing?” said Stacy.

“Bingo, I hope you like kissing butt and licking boots because that’s required. Faye must fancy herself a domina.”

“And I’m her slave. I get it.”

“My guess is she wants to show you off. You’re a trophy slave,” said Portia planting a kiss on Stacy’s worried cheek.

“Trophy slave, trophy whore, and trophy conjugal visit wife for murderers, this is getting old. Honestly though, after what I went through at the prison it sounds kind of tame,” said Stacy.

“Don’t underestimate them. Just because they’re women playing at S&M, don’t think they can’t be as bad as the serial killers at A.J. Pullman Maximum Security,” said Portia.

“If it’s any worse, I’ll shoot myself,” laughed Stacy.

“Let’s see what we can learn from the Internet about the New England Ladies of Leather,” said Stacy accessing the Google WEB site and searching on the club name.

“So it’s not just lesbians,” said Stacy looking at the screen display of a tall leather clad woman twisting the testicles of a man chained to a wooden X-shaped cross.

“No, they allow a few male submissives to attend with their mistresses. Nothing thrills the soul of a lesbo domina like listening to a man screaming while some sweet young femme performs a loop the loop with his balls,” said Portia.

“Based on what happened to me the last few weeks, I’d like to do the twisting,” said Stacy.

“She wants you to arrive early.”

“Yeah, why,” asked Stacy.

“She wants you all to herself so she can come early,” said Portia resting her head on Stacy’s bare shoulder.

“Your puns are awful,” said Stacy kissing Portia on the cheek. “Why do they call it an Auto-De-Fe? What is it, anyway?”

“The term is associated with the Spanish Inquisition. In Spanish, it translates to act of faith. It was at an Auto-De-Fe that the Inquisition burned the heretics at the stake. I suppose someone thought naming their parties that was cool,” said Portia.

“But no one really gets burned at the stake,” said Stacy.

“No, but Mistress Faye might drip hot candle wax on your boobs or your pussy,” said Portia.

“Ouch, I bet that hurts.”

“Like blazes, especially if they use cheap paraffin candles, real beeswax burns at a more controlled temperature but the candles are more expensive,” said Portia. “My nipples, pussy lips and clit have seen their share of hot wax.”

“And where did you learn that factoid,” asked Stacy? “My Mother insists on bees wax candles. She says they burn cleaner. I wonder if she’s ever dripped wax on my dad’s testicles.”

“We had a sex club at my high school,” said Portia. “We experimented with BDSM among other things.”

“Really, I was in the French club at my high school. You allowed someone to drip hot wax on your privy parts?” asked Stacy reaching out to cup Portia’s sex.

“Yes, my older sister, Margaux,” said Portia spreading her legs to allow Stacy easier access. “Last time we talked, she said she was a domina but she prefers men as slaves. Per Margaux, female slaves are too needy always looking to be whipped or dildo fucked.”

“Margaux, the one who is in the Marines, she was in the sex club?”

“She started the club. She was a senior and I was a freshman. I was her slave my freshman year,” said Portia.

“And she gave you the hot wax treatment?”

“Yes, she was always experimenting with different types of torture. I idolized my older sister so I let her do whatever she wanted as long as I got her attention. I even begged her to let me drink her piss direct from her urethra. Besides, it kept us poor inner city girls amused. We couldn’t afford clothes and makeup,” said Portia. “Look, their WEB site has pictures of the fall Auto-De-Fe.”

“Slave auction, what’s that?” asked Stacy reading a screen caption.

“They auction slaves to the highest bidder. The money goes to charity. You may find yourself with a different mistress for part of the evening,” said Portia.

“So Mistress Faye’s rug is not the only one I have to munch.”

“Most likely, I would hazard a guess you’re also going to be in for having your bum paddled and your nips clamped,” said Portia looking at an on screen image of a leather clad mistress and her nude slave girl. The girl’s small breasts were adorned with a vicious looking set of weighted alligator clamps. The girl was grimacing in pain and there were tears coursing down her cheeks. An inset picture close-up showed the sharp spring powered teeth were crushing her nipples while fishing weights pulled her boobs toward the floor. Her thighs and buttocks were covered in bright red stripes. The girl’s face reflected her pain; at the same time, the smile of her Mistress showed her enjoyment.

“Now you’ve really got me looking forward to it,” said Stacy.

“These are going to attract a lot of the wrong kind of attention,” said Portia taking Stacy’s nipple in her mouth and sucking gently.


***



It was five minutes to six when Stacy entered the Taymoor Apartments in Somerville, a Metro Boston city adjacent to Cambridge. She pushed the buzzer of Apartment 117 and the door’s electric lock opened immediately.

“Welcome, you’re on time,” said Faye stepping aside for Stacy to enter.

Stacy couldn’t help but notice Faye was wearing a Chinese print silk robe that wasn’t tied. Her naked and tattooed body was clearly visible as she led Stacy into the living room. It also revealed to Stacy that Faye was a serious devote of fitness. The terms, buff, ripped, came to Stacy’s mind. It was the kind of serious female muscle that appealed to few men but perhaps any number of femme lesbians looking for a strong woman to dominate them.

“I thought your coming early would give us an opportunity to get to know one another before we left for the party,” said Faye.

“Sounds great,” said Stacy determined to play the role of willing whore to avoid another confrontation with Mike. “You’re in terrific shape. You must work out.”

“Five times a week, I’m planning to compete next year after I add more muscle mass,” said Faye as she slipped off the robe to pose.

“How do you build abs like that,” asked Stacy placing her hand on the hard ridges of muscles covering Faye’s abdomen?

“My abs routine I do seven days a week. I’ll show you later,” said Faye putting her arm around Stacy’s shoulder and kissing her. They held the kiss for some time.

“I made some appetizers. Would you mind opening the wine while I get them out of the oven,” said Faye heading into the kitchen.

Stacy looked around the apartment as she twisted the corkscrew. The furnishing looked well used. Still it was neat and clean. Old style black and white movie posters featuring famous actresses provided what passed for wall décor. There was a comfortable looking couch facing the television.

“Go ahead and start getting undressed,” yelled Faye from the kitchen.

Why not thought Stacy pulling her top over her head. It’s what I’m here for.

“You like bruschetti,” asked Faye carrying a tray into the room.

“Love it,” said Stacy pouring the wine.

“My Mom is Italian. It’s her recipe.”

“Delicious,” said Stacy after taking a bite. “One of these days I want to learn to cook.”

“Your mother didn’t teach you?”

“No, Mom can’t cook. She leaves that to Maurice.”

“Who’s Maurice?

“Our cook, he’s been with us for years,” said Stacy.

“I keep forgetting Mike said you were rich and live in a mansion in Weston,” said Faye.

Portia had suggested that Stacia attempt to learn more about Mike from Faye. “Mike seems to know a lot about me. Have you known him long?”

“Almost five years next month,” said Faye as she reached behind Stacy to unsnap her bra.

“I almost peed my pants when you and Mark arrested me. I thought my life was over,” said Stacy slipping the bra off.

“You were easy to set up. Cecile slipped the perfume in your bag while you were shopping at the make-up counter,” said Faye lifting Stacy’s breast then kissing it lightly. Faye did not miss the fact Stacy’s nipple immediately came erect.

“Cecile?”

“A girl friend of mine, you’ll see her at the Auto-De-Fe tonight. But I doubt you’ll remember her.”

“How did you pick me out,” asked Stacy.

“It was all Mike’s doing. He told us you were in the store. He was following you.”

“Christ, I didn’t suspect a thing,” said Stacy.

“Don’t feel too bummed out about it. Mike Cabreeze is smart, smarter than most.”

“But why me, I’m nobody special?” asked Stacy leaning back.

“These are certainly special,” said Faye as she cupped Stacy’s breast and then leaned over and kissed it.

“They’re just a little bigger than average. Something I owe to my Mom who complains about hers’ all the time. She’s been talking about having a breast reduction since forever but she never seems to get around to it.”

“So what do you think of mine,” asked Faye flexing her pectoral muscles causing her almost non-existent breasts to bounce. Her nipples were surprisingly long compared to the underlying breast.

“They turn me on,” said Stacy taking Faye’s hard nipple in her mouth and sucking it. Stacy looked Faye in the eyes as she swirled her tongue over the prominent bud.

“Guys are turned off by female body builders. At least most guys are. Suck hard. Suck till it hurts,’ said Faye holding Stacy’s head against her chest. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied all the suction she could muster while her hand reached down to cup Faye’s hairless sex. Stacy was amazed at how muscular Faye’s pubic region was.

“My recent experience, no, all my experiences with guys has not been that great,” said Stacy after she stopped sucking Faye’s nipple.

“Not what I heard. Mark said you put on quite a show at AJ’s. He says you’re a freaking nymphomaniac.”

“I was scared shitless. No wasn’t an option. I’d never been in a prison before. You’re not really a person there. It’s a different world,” said Stacy as she placed her hand on Faye’s bare thigh then moved it upward to stroke Faye’s sex.

“Staying out of jail was also how I met Mike. Finger fuck me,” said Faye opening her thighs to invite Stacy’s hand to explore. “How’s the bruschetti?”

“Excellent, you can really cook. Mike arrested you too?” asked Stacy.

“Me, along with my Mom, Aunt Zoe, and older sister, Lucia and a couple of girls from Estonia, we had an outcall over on Mt. Auburn Street.”

“Outcall,” asked Stacy pressing her hand against Faye’s sex using the heel of her hand to massage Faye’s clit while her fingers teased her opening. Eating bruschetti with one hand while playing with Faye’s pussy with the other struck Stacy as both erotic and unhygienic.

“Escort services come in two flavors, incall is where the John comes to the girl and outcall where the hooker goes to the John. Cop wise, its better to move around but you lose time and therefore money traveling. I know greater Boston better than most cab drivers,” said Faye hooking one leg over the couch arm then squeezing Stacy’s finger with her vagina.

“You were a prostitute?”

“Third generation, but we were Elite Escorts in the phone book,” said Faye. “However, we never escorted anyone. That’s not exactly true. Every so often, a guy would hire one of us just to go to a dinner and movie no sex. Those in my opinion were the real creeps.”

“With your Mother and Aunt,” asked Stacy tracing her fingers in a circle around Faye’s clitoris.

“It’s a family business. Here, use this,” said Faye opening an end table drawer and removing a dildo vibrator.

“So you all went to jail,” asked Stacy taking the dildo, flicking the on switch and rubbing the tip over her own nipples before licking it and placing it on top of Faye’s clit.

“No, not that time, Elite Escorts took on a new business partner,” said Faye.

“Mike,” asked Stacy?

“And his Posse but let’s be real, Mike is the Posse,” said Faye. “My Mom figures she’s comped those guys a million dollars worth of free pussy the last five years.”

“But you are no longer involved,” said Stacy pressing the tip of the dildo into Faye’s opening.

“No future in it plus to be honest I don’t care for men. I used to help Mom out if she was short handed but since I’ve gotten serious about bodybuilding, guys aren’t interested in muscle babes. However, she’s been getting requests from female executives for girls with muscles. And if they want somebody who’s my type, I pack up my strapon cock and head out. It’s an easy way to make a few hundred doing what I like”

“So you became a security guard?”

“Mike got me the job after I asked him to help me make a career change. I’m going to get my two-year degree next month from community college then study Criminal Justice at Northeastern for my bachelors. Mike promised he’d help me get on one of the local PDs once I graduate. What are your plans?” said Faye pinching and twisting her own nipples.

“Apply to law school. I’m interested in International Law,” said Stacy beginning a rhythmic insertion and withdrawal of the dildo while using the fingers of her other hand to stimulate Faye’s clitoris.

“Neat, I’ll arrest them and you put them in jail,” said Faye. “Loose the jeans.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Stacy standing up to remove her jeans.

“Since I’m the Mistress and you’re the slave, I get to orgasm first. Mark said you ate this Latina cunt to an incredible climax at the poker party.”

“Adriana, she belongs to Lou. She’d never been with a girl,” said Stacy kneeling down before Faye to resume the dildo action.

“Lou’s a sweetheart sober and a real bastard when he’s drunk. He beat the crap out of my sister one time,” said Faye scooting down closer to the edge of the couch. “She was dumb enough to suggest he either let her get on top or lose some weight.”

“He got drunk and passed out at the poker party,” said Stacy before licking Faye’s clitoris.

“Just between us girls, Mike is getting concerned about Lou’s boozing. Now, enough shop talk, Slave, eat my cunt like a good bitch.”

Chapter 22 Breath Control



“Lie down in the center of the bed on your back. Don’t speak unless I ask you a direct question. I’m going to put you in restraints,” said Faye leading Stacy into the bedroom.

Stacy scooted to the center of the double bed. Faye was well prepared. Each of the four bedposts was equipped with a leather cuff attached by an adjustable nylon strap.

Stacy and Faye had performed oral sex on one another until both climaxed. In spite of the circumstances, Stacy found herself turned on by Faye’s buff figure. It was her first experience with a female body builder. As she traced the veins and arteries that rose slightly above Faye’s skin with her tongue, Stacy became more and more aroused. She loved the sensation of finding hard muscle where normally there was softness. But after both girls had climaxed, Faye was ready for S&M play.

“We’re not going to do anything too serious. I want to stimulate your senses for the Auto-De-Fe,” said Faye as she buckled the leather cuffs around Stacy’s wrists and ankles. Once they were secure, Faye adjusted the straps until Stacy felt stretched like a rubber band. Faye added to the physical tension by wedging a cushion under Stacy’s bottom.

“Have you ever been placed under restraint before,” asked Faye rubbing her hands over Stacy’s body, paying special attention to her breasts.

“No, Mistress, but it turns me on,” said Stacy watching Faye’s hands knead her breasts then pull and twist her nipples.

“Being helpless adds to the eroticism. At least it did for me when I was a submissive,” said Faye sitting on the edge of the bed to switch her attention to Stacy’s vagina. She easily slipped several fingers inside Stacy’s vagina. “I see you don’t have a problem with self-lubrication,”

“Thank you, Mistress, you’re right. It is erotic to be helpless and under someone else’s control,” said Stacy realizing she was completely at Faye’s mercy. She found it both frightening and arousing.

“I can touch you anywhere I want and there is nothing you can do about it,” said Faye placing her hand on Stacy’s sex sliding her fingers downward into the opening. “You’re so wet. Gretchen would call you a gusher.”

“Gretchen,” asked Stacy?

“Fellow domina, she trained me. I was her slave for six months. You’ll get to meet her. She’ll be there tonight,” said Faye removing her glistening fingers and transferring them to Stacy’s mouth. “Taste yourself.”

“Delicious,” said Stacy sucking Faye’s fingers.

“You spoke, naughty girl, and I didn’t ask you anything. I’ll have to punish you,” said Faye getting up and leaving the room.

Faye returned quickly carrying a small glass bowl full of ice cubes. Stacy started to speak then thought better of it.

“I better cool you down. You’ve been a naughty slave,” said Faye taking a cube out of the bowl then sliding it inside Stacy’s vagina. Several others followed the first cube until Stacy’s cunt was packed with ice. Next, she selected a large cube and held it against Stacy’s clitoris.

“I’m freezing,” said Stacy reacting to the cold building in her sex.

“Bad slave girl, be quiet, you need to be punished,” said Faye taking another cube and holding it against Stacy’s nipple.

Stacy’s discomfort grew. Her cunt and clit were freezing. She began to make little cries of pain as her female parts endured the ice. Faye kept pressing fresh cubes against her clit and nipples. Stacy began to twist and plead for Faye to stop. The pain became more and more intense.

Finally, when Stacy was about to loose control and start screaming, Faye relented.

“That’s enough of that,” said Faye removing the ice from Stacy’s nipples and clit. She used her fingers to remove most of the cubes from Stacy’s vagina.

“That’s a mind trip. Isn’t it?” asked Faye soaking up the melted ice with a dishtowel.

“My teeth were about to start chattering,” said Stacy.

“Once when I disobeyed Mistress Gretchen, she made me sit in a bathtub of ice for an hour. I was going out of my mind. I never disobeyed again. Let’s try something more exotic,” said Faye standing up to walk to a nearby dresser.

“Ever experienced the Wartenberg Pin Wheel,” asked Faye holding up one of several metal tools she was holding.

“No, Mistress Faye,” said Stacy eyeing the shiny stainless steel device nervously. It looked simple enough, a handle with a small wheel at one end. Faye used her fingers to spin the wheel. Stacy could see there were needle like points along the circumference.

“I’m surprised since your parents are doctors and this is an actual medical device. Dr Wartenberg, who was a neurologist, invented his wheel to test nerve reactions as it glides over the skin.”

“I never developed an interest in medicine, Mistress Faye.”

“No domina would consider herself properly equipped unless she owned a Wartenberg Pin Wheel,” said Faye placing the wheel on Stacy’s shinbone at the ankle and rolling it toward her knee.

“Jesus Christ,” yelled Stacy reacting to the rolling puncture of her flesh.

“Hurt,” asked Faye?

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Shinbones are sensitive,” said Faye passing the wheel over Stacy’s other leg.

“God, please stop,” screamed Stacy.

“Walls are thin here at the Taymoor,” said Faye taking a ball gag out of the drawer. “Open wide.”

Stacy complied even lifting her head to allow Faye to buckle the leather strap at the base of her skull. The red rubber ball forced her mouth open to the point her jaw hinge ached.

“Something for my scrapbook,” said Faye aiming a camera at Stacy. “Say cheese.”

“Now where was I?” asked Faye picking up the pin wheel and rolling it up and down over the soles of Stacy’s foot. Stacy screamed violently into the gag.

“If you don’t obey me at the Auto-De-Fe, I’ll cane the soles of your feet. That is just the worst. I had it happen to me once. I couldn’t walk for three days. In Arab countries, they punish thieves by hanging them upside down in the market. A buff policeman takes a six-foot bamboo cane and goes to work on their instep. Some of them never walk again.”

Stacy screamed over and over as the wheel traveled from her toes to the base of her heel. Her screams did not stop when Faye moved up to her inner thighs. She twisted and writhed against the straps. Behind the gag, Stacy was begging Faye to stop.

“The best thing about the Wartenberg is how simple it is to control the pain level,” said Faye rolling the wheel over Stacy’s armpit. “You can apply no pressure like this.” Faye lightly held the wheel at it traced a path from Stacy’s elbow along her underarm passing it over her armpit.

Stacy still squirmed in pain as the tiny needles traveled across the flesh.

“Or you can press down and really make it hurt,” said Faye rolling the other arm with greater pressure. The wheel left a trail of bloody dots. Her effort caused Stacy to rise up and arch her back. Her muffled scream filled the small room.

“Must not neglect these beauties,” said Faye moving the wheel to Stacy’s breasts. Faye hesitated for a moment looking up at Stacy. “You have the most beautiful expressive eyes. Right now they’re saying please Mistress Faye. Don’t hurt me any more. I’ll do anything you say just don’t roll the wheel over my perfect tits. Too bad.” Faye rolled the wheel back and forth over Stacy’s nipple and areola.

Stacy couldn’t believe the level of pain as the sharp points tortured first one breast then the other. It was inescapable. There was no way to control or ignore the agony as each needle created its own dot of physical hell. Stacy twisted in her bonds as Faye tortured her breasts.

“Now for the finale,” said Faye resting the wheel on Stacy’s clit giving her a few seconds to recover. “I don’t think we women are as sensitive down there as men. I once saw a mistress suck her male slave hard till where he was just about to shoot. She tied sash chord around his cock and balls stopped his orgasm in mid flight. Then she put her wheel right on the tip of his cock. You could see the bastard was praying to every God in heaven and hell for her to stop. She just smiled as she rolled the wheel from his piss hole, down the underside of his shaft, over his balls to his anus, sort of like this.”

Stacy bit into the rubber ball between her teeth as her clitoris experienced the wheel then the soft flesh that lead to he vagina. The wheel rotated over her vagina piercing the flesh surrounding her opening then moving downward creating agony each millimeter it traveled. Finally it moved across her anus.

“All done,” said Faye setting the wheel aside then reaching behind Stacy to remove the ball gag.

“Water, please,” begged Stacy?

“Now that wasn’t so bad,” said Faye cradling Stacy’s head in her lap as she offered her a sip of water.

“It was God awful,” said Stacy as she sipped. “I can’t imagine anything worse.”

“The next part will be much easier. I need a piss break. You just rest here because we are not done,” said Faye.

Stacy listened as Faye went into the bathroom to urinate. It was several minutes before Faye returned.

“If you can keep quiet, I won’t have to gag you again,” said Faye waling over to her dresser and opening a bottom drawer.

Stacy watched as Faye removed a leather harness from a drawer then buckled it around her waist before she tightened the buckles of the belting circling her thighs.

“Most strap on harnesses are cheap imports and don’t work very well. This one is hand made by Mistress Kendra in Derry, New Hampshire. You should check out her WEB site. I bought it when I was working at Elite. You’d be surprised by how many straight men love having a cock in their ass,” said Faye reaching back in the drawer to remove an enormous double-ended dildo.

“This is a custom fitted dildo,” said Faye. For an extra fee, you can visit her studio where she makes a rubber mold of your vagina. “Ever seen anything like that?”

“No, Mistress Faye,” said Stacy who had almost recovered from her ordeal.

“That is how the inside of my pussy looks,” said Faye holding up the slightly shorter odd shaped end as she squirted lubricant over the surface. “This rough patch goes right up against your G-spot. I highly recommend you get one of these.”

“Would you please email me the name of her WEB site,” asked Stacy.

“Sure, fits like a glove,” said Faye as she eased the dildo inside her cunt. That left the much larger banana shaped end dangling menacingly in front. Faye slapped it down several times to demonstrate for Stacy how it popped back in place. “The harness is made of glove leather and it stays in place.”

“I definitely want one for myself, Mistress Faye. Portia loves dildos. You have to hold the one we bought at the adult store or it moves around.”

“This baby is made for pounding pussy and ass,” laughed Faye as the dildo swayed back and forth.

“God, it’s huge,” whispered Stacy staring at the object.

“Sorry, did you say something?” asked Faye?

“No, Mistress, I didn’t speak,” said Stacy realizing Faye wanted to return to the role-play.

“Good you’re learning,” said Faye as she twisted the dildo locking it firmly to the front of the harness. “One of my best customers when I was escorting full time was a lawyer at a downtown Boston firm. He was a full partner with his name on the door and this huge home in the suburbs. Maybe it was Weston. I can’t recall. He had a daughter who would be about your age.”

God I wonder if I’m going to survive my night at Faye thought Stacy as Faye took a seat on the side of the bed.

“Baxter Fleming was his name. He was in his late forties, handsome as a movie star, and very distinguished looking. You know any Flemings?”

“Sorry, I don’t think so,” said Stacy not mentioning the fact she’d gone to school with Adele Fleming and her father was a lawyer.

“Baxter was into kink. First, I had to completely shave his cock and balls. Cross-dressing was the next phase. I had to bring a wig, lingerie and make up. Next, we’d play horsy. I’d ride him around his office, whipping his ass with a ridding crop. Then the crazy bastard would lie face down across his desk sobbing while I swatted his rear with an antique hairbrush he kept in his safe. The hairbrush had some childhood significance but I never learned what it was. For a finale, I’d place this dildo right up against his brown eye and give it a slight push just enough he knew it was there. He’d start to cry. After he begged and pleaded for me not to sodomize him, I would proceed to ass fuck the shit out of him. The really odd part was that he called me Lucinda the entire time. Later I learned he had an older sister named Lucinda. Weird, but it was an easy five hundred.”

“Sex is strange, Mistress Faye,” said Stacy feeling that Faye’s story required some kind of comment.

In spite of the fact her vagina was still store, Stacy felt her lust growing as she looked at Faye’s muscular body adorned with the enormous faux cock. The column of latex waved back and forth as Faye searched her dresser drawer some additional toy.

“There you are,” said Faye removing a large butt plug and a fresh plastic bottle of lubricant from the drawer and tossing them on the bed. They landed next to Stacy’s head. Stacy eyed the cone shaped butt plug apprehensively. Portia had used a smaller one to train her for anal intercourse. She had spent a half hour learning to relax with her rectum filled to bursting. Faye’s butt plug was at least twice the diameter of Portia’s.

Stacy read the lubricant label aloud while Faye returned to looking through the dresser drawer. “Silky smooth lubricant, velvety soft, and long lasting, it never gets sticky or dries out.”

“Here it is,” said Faye holding up a blood pressure cuff attached to a black rubber bulb as she walked back to the bed.

She can’t be going to take my blood pressure thought Stacy.

“I need to retie you,” said Faye undoing the Velcro fastener that held the nylon straps attached to Stacy’s ankles. She raised Stacy’s leg then attached it to the same bedpost as her wrist. When Faye finished the other leg and tightened the straps, Stacy was bent double with her legs in a wide. Her weight was distributed along her back and shoulders.

“It’s called the nun’s position,” said Faye stepping back to take another picture of Stacy in her trussed up state.

“Why was it called that, Mistress Faye,” asked Stacy?

“The Mother Superior would tie the novices this way to keep them from masturbating. It was also very convenient for the priest or bishop wandered in for a piece of tail,” said Faye picking up the butt plug.

“It’s very large, Mistress Faye,” said Stacy. “Is there anything smaller?”

“No, this is it. Mark said you were into anal so I borrowed this from one of my gay friends who is into fisting. Think of it as a bushing to tighten you up so you’ll really feel it when I fuck your pussy,” said Faye squeezing some of the lubricant on her fingers then working them into Stacy’s anus.

Stacy moaned as Faye’s fingers stretched her anal ring and entered her rectum. After several minutes in which Faye progressed from one finger to four, Faye picked up the butt plug, re-coated it with lubricant then pressed the pointed tip against the center of Stacy’s now relaxed and lubricated sphincter.

“I could slowly ease this inside you, taking it slow, letting you get used to it until your anal ring was ready to accommodate the widest part or on the other hand I could do this,” said Faye quickly forcing the plug all the way inside Stacy’s anus.

“Oh, fuck, it hurts. Take it out,” yelled Stacy her rectum on fire. The intense pain caused Stacy to writhe from side to side straining at the cuffs causing the bed to shake.

“Take a few deep breaths. Here, I’ll distract you,” said Faye taking a small multi-strand whip out of the nightstand drawer and slapping it down on Stacy’s sex. The clear polymer strands landed with a smack on Stacy’s vulva creating an incredibly sharp sting. Faye’s strength made even the most casual blow painful.

“Oh shit, that hurt,” said Stacy her pussy on fire.

“So what hurts worse, your pussy or your ass,” asked Faye striking even harder this time. Each of the strands created a narrow line of pain across Stacy’s sex causing her body to buck and twist.

“Pussy, my pussy hurts worse,” said Stacy realizing her rectum had relaxed. It still felt painfully full as if someone had put a log inside her but the torment had lessened considerably.

“Are you sure? How about your right tit,” asked Faye slapping the whip down on Stacy’s breast?

“Please stop,” cried Stacy twisting in her bonds. There were tears in her eyes.

“Or your left?” asked Faye whipping each breast in turn before delivering a particularly hard blow to Stacy’s sex.

Stacy twisted in pain, her breasts and sex on fire.

“Please, I’ll do anything just don’t hit me any more,” begged Stacy.

“I’ll stop if you tell me you love me,” said Faye reaching down to partially extract the butt plug then pushing it back inside Stacy’s rectum. Stacy’s anus tightly clinched the narrow neck of the handle. Faye used the handle to rotate the butt plug causing Stacy additional pain.

“I love you,” said Stacy.

“Say I love you Mistress Faye with all my heart.”

“I love you Mistress Faye with all my heart.” Stacy desperate to escape the pain, tried hard to sound sincere.

“Hurt someone bad enough and they’ll say anything,” said Faye setting the whip aside then leaning down to kiss Stacy.

“Close your eyes and relax, I’m going to make you cum,” said Faye breaking the kiss and reaching for the warming jell.

Stacy’s rectum had relaxed to the point there was no burning pain. There was, however, a sense of strong pressure inside her abdomen. Grateful that the whipping had ceased, Stacy relaxed her body as Faye rubbed the warming jell into her sex.

For the next few minutes, Stacy enjoyed the oral and digital manipulations of Faye. She alternated between Stacy’s sex, breasts, and mouth, slowly bringing her to a fierce climax.

“Now you’re ready for a Mistress Faye special. I don’t do this for just any slave,” said Faye reaching for the blood pressure cuff after wiping her hands on a towel. Faye raised Stacy’s head as she circled her neck with the blood pressure collar. She pressed the Velcro fastener together. “This is the ultimate in a mind fuck,” said Faye as she repeatedly squeezed the rubber bulb inflating the collar.

My God she’s going to choke me to death thought Stacy starting to twist in her restraints.

“Don’t panic. We’re going to practice asphyxaphalia,” said Faye. “I’ve done this a hundred times and nobody has died yet.”

“Asphya-what,” asked Stacy?

“Never heard of being choked during intercourse, it’s been in the media,” said Faye taking a position between Stacy’s outstretched legs using the dildo’s head to part her labia.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” said Stacy.

“Who gives a fuck what you think, silly slave? Now be quiet or I’ll gag you,” said Faye easing the cock head into Stacy’s opening.

“It’s too big,” said Stacy reacting to the pain. She could feel the cock pressing against the butt plug. My God I’m not hollow thought Stacy feeling the pressure on her internal organs.

“No, its not,” said Faye pushing to gain a few more inches of penetration.

“You’re splitting me apart,” groaned Stacy trying to shift her body to accommodate the large objects inside her body.

“If I do, they can sew you back together,” said Faye taking hold of Stacy’s hips then using then for leverage, forcing the dildo all the way inside Stacy.

“You’re killing me,” cried Stacy her body on fire.

“This is the part where you’ll really think I’m killing you,” said Faye giving the blood pressure cuff several pumps.

Stacy fought to breathe as the cuff narrowed her air passage. Faye moved back and forth causing the dildo to withdraw to where it was barely in her entrance before her muscular compact body slammed it forward bringing the rubber spines of the strapon cock’s clitoral stimulator into contact with Stacy’s clit. Faye ground the spines into Stacy’s nerve dense flesh as her mouth sucked and bit into her breasts.

Intense abdominal pressure coupled with pain from multiple locations magnified by the panic of not being able to breathe, brought Stacy to a level of sensation she would not have thought possible. At some point, Faye squeezed the black rubber bulb enough to completely close Stacy’s throat. As Stacy began to black out from lack of oxygen, she experienced an orgasm so intense she thought she was dying.

The hiss of air escaping accompanied by the relaxing of the pressure cuff brought her back to consciousness. After a moment’s respite, Faye recommenced her efforts. Three times Faye choked to the threshold of unconscious. Each time Stacy had an orgasm. Finally on the fourth time, Stacy lost consciousness completely.

“Wake up, Slave Stacy,” said Faye flicking cool water on Stacy’s face from the bowl of melted ice. Faye had removed the cuffs and the butt plug.

“That was awesome,” said Stacy stretching.

“Some people have an out of body experience. Did you find yourself running toward the light?”

“Something like that,” said Stacy feeling incredibly relaxed.

“We can nap for two hours then we have to start getting dressed,” said Faye slipping under the cover to take Stacy in her arms.

Chapter 23 Lesbian Leather Rave


“Jesus, that hurts,” said Stacy responding to the strain in her groin as Lenore and Gretchen pulled on the rope attached to the cuff buckled around Stacy’s ankle. The rope moved around the pulley high above the stage raising her off the floor leaving Stacy suspended by one leg.

“It’s supposed to hurt, Bitch. Otherwise it wouldn’t be sado-masochism,” said Lenore, Faye’s rather plain looking fellow domina. Lenore was also Faye’s work out partner. The exposed parts of her body rippled with muscle as her arms strained to raise Stacy.

The leather cuffs bit into both ankles as the two girls stretched her to the verge of dislocation. A short length of chain secured the other leg to an eyebolt in the floor.

“That’s enough, you two. We’re not trying to dismember her,” said Faye looking up from her search through her large nylon equipment bag.

Stacy’s position reminded her of the yoga posture called a standing one leg split, one foot firmly on the ground and the other pointed toward the ceiling with her hands grasping the ankles nearest the floor. It was a difficult posture requiring both balance and strength.

But Lenore and Gretchen had raised Stacy off the floor until the chain around the ankle on the floor was taut. Giving a final pull, they managed to add enough tension to where Stacy screamed in pain.

“Shut up or I’ll gag you. Don’t embarrass me,” whispered Faye as she expertly snapped a pair of police handcuffs on Stacy’s wrist.

“How long will I be expected to stay in this position?” asked Stacy looking at the back of the curtain concealing her from the audience standing in front of the stage. Stacy was in a theatre named the Pilgrim in downtown Boston.

She recalled Portia had researched the Pilgrim when she learned it was the location of the Auto-De-Fe.

“The place was built in 1926 in an art deco style. It was quite beautiful in its day,” said Portia looking at a WEB site dedicated to purchasing and restoring the old theatre.

“Is that the old theatre in Boston’s Combat Zone,” asked Stacy?

“Yes, it was originally designed to show silent movies and showcase vaudeville acts. So it must have a stage,” said Portia.

“When did it close,” asked Stacy?

“1964, as a regular movie theatre, done in by the mall and the mega-plex,” said Portia.

“That was a hell of a long time ago. How come no one tore it down?”

“According to the Save Our Pilgrim WEB site, it showed adult movies until about ten years ago,” said Portia.

“Deep Throat, Debbie Does Dallas, that kind of film,” asked Stacy?

“Yes, movies for the raincoat crowd,” said Portia.

“Raincoat crowd, you lost me,” said Stacy.

“Passé expression, men supposedly wore raincoats to the porn theatres. They could play with their cocks under the raincoats and no one could see what they were doing,” said Portia.

“Doesn’t exactly sound like they could fool anyone,” said Stacy.

“Probably didn’t. Anyway, they stopped showing triple X films several years ago. No doubt the Internet, VHS, and the DVD killed it. Why take the risk of jerking off in public when you can do it in the privacy of your own home.”

“So why is the Auto-De-Fe in such a historic building,” asked Stacy?

“You can probably rent it cheap. Rock concerts by bands you’ve never heard of are held there. I bet you can still smell urine and jism left from the good old days.”

“Now I am really looking forward to Saturday night,” said Stacy.

“Want to make a donation to the Pilgrim Restoration Fund?”

“What’s their goal?”

“Ten million and they have raised three million,” said Portia.

“I’ll talk to my accountant,” said Stacy.

Stacy had been surprised by the size of the theater. The lobby was huge. There were two balconies and an orchestra level that seated over a thousand movie goers when it opened. The seats had been removed except for several rows in the back. A crowd of female dominants and slaves was standing at stage edge anxiously waiting for the four competing mistresses to exhibit their slaves in positions of restraint. The one displaying her slave in the most original and painful position won a gift certificate from a local leather store. Faye had informed Stacy winning was more a matter of prestige than a valuable prize.

“How long do I have to stay in this position? I may never walk again,” said Stacy.

“Until the judges decide the winner, now shut the fuck up,” said Faye tying off the rope that bound Stacy’s cuffed hands. Her wrists and foot were tied to the same ring embedded in the stage.

“Yes, Mistress,” said Stacy trying to relax.

“Make sure she turns easily,” said Faye to her helpers. Seconds later, Stacy was spinning in a blur.

“Don’t, you’ll make her puke,” said Faye grabbing Stacy to stop the motion.

Around her there were three other mistresses busily at work with ropes and pulleys preparing their slaves.

“You’re going to geld me, damn it,” said the young male slave next to Stacy right before he screamed in pain.

“One more word and I will twist them off and give them to a dyke friend of mine to make a pair of earrings,” said his mistress. Straining to look in his direction Stacy could see he was hanging in a reverse suspension, belly to the stage floor, suspended from the ceiling by his ankles and wrists. Spreader bars separated his legs and arms reminding Stacy of a naked Superman. His mistress had just attached a clear plastic bag of ball bearings to his wildly overstretched testicles. A cock ring maintained his sizeable erection. There was a growing puddle of sweat on the floor below him.

I am still definitely bi-sexual decided Stacy staring hard at his cock and wondering how it would feel inside her. She doubted there would be a chance for her to find out.

“Done,” commented Gretchen as she tied off the rope Lenore was straining to keep taut.

“This is a very tight crotch stretch. You know how to tell?” asked Lenore placing her hand on Stacy’s sex.

“The tendons in her inner thigh are standing out,” offered Gretchen. “She’s on the verge of dislocating something.”

“Nope, her pussy is gapped open just a tiny bit. See,” said Lenore sticking several fingers inside Stacy’s vagina and twisting them causing Stacy to moan. “She’s wet too. What a fucking whore! Where did you find this slut, Faye?”

“Long story, keep working you two,” said Faye.

Stacy grunted as Lenore forced more of her hand into the narrow opening. Lenore worked her fingers in and out of Stacy’s cunt several times before bringing them to her mouth for a taste.

“She’s full of goo, like churning butter. Nothing tastes better than a pussy in pain,” said Lenore licking her fingers. “Fear enhances the flavor. Want a taste, Gretchen?”

“I said stop fucking around you two. We have to finish in exactly five minutes. Put this up her tush,” said Faye handing Gretchen a long graduated brightly colored anal dildo. Concentric donuts of graduated along its length. The largest was four inches in diameter. There was a small ring at the top of the plug. Stacy now realized why Faye had inserted such a huge butt plug in her ass while they were at her apartment. She was getting me ready concluded Stacy.

“Need some lube,” said Gretchen reaching into Faye’s bag to extract a large tube of Wet.

“You’re going to let us play with her later. Aren’t you, Faye?” asked Lenore ignoring Faye’s order to stop putting her fingers in Stacy’s cunt.

“Sure, if we win, she’s yours until the slave auction. Jesus Christ, Stacy, you’ve got big tits. That’s the largest suction cup they sell,” said Faye placing a large glass cylinder over Stacy’s breast. The lip of the cylinder was coated with a silicone lubricant that created a tight seal when it came in contact with Stacy’s chest.

“What’s that,” asked Stacy?

“That is a nipple and breast pump,” said Faye slipping a second cylinder over her other breast.

“What does it do,” asked Stacy?

“It shapes and enlarges your breasts and nipples,” said Faye attaching a clear plastic hose to the ends of both cylinders.

“Shapes how,” asked Stacy?

“If I had time I would train you to never question your mistress. You’ll see,” said Faye rapidly squeezing the handle of the pump.

“Does it hurt,” asked Stacy starting to feel the suction?

“Of course, silly, you’re going to beg us to cut your tits off,” said Gretchen.

“Pump her up for me,” said Faye handing the vacuum pump to Lenore.

Stacy watched in disbelief as her mammary formed itself into a perfect cylinder and moved down the glass tube. Her nipple grew thicker and longer as her breast was drawn toward the end. The pain was almost more than she could bear.

“Beer can titties, I just love beer can titties,” said Lenore. “What’s her hole like, Grech?”

“You into Yoga and Pilates, Slave Girl,” asked Gretchen her fingers stroking the walls of Stacy’s vagina as her other hand worked the ringed anal dildo past her sphincter. Gretchen enjoyed being able to feel the dildo’s donut rings through the walls of Stacy’s vagina.

“Yes, I practice Astanga Yoga daily and go to Pilates Reformer class three times a week,” said Stacy amazed at the effect the pump was having on the shape of her breasts. Her nipples were huge.

“I knew it. Guys must love to fuck you,” said Gretchen amazed at the strength of the muscles lining Stacy’s vagina.

“Let me feel,” said Lenore reaching up to replace Gretchen’s hand with her own. Lenore forced four of her stubby fingers inside Stacy.

Stacy moaned as she felt Lenore’s fingers rub the walls of her vagina.

“She has got a big G-spot. I bet she cums like a crack whore,” said Lenore.

“All done, bowel deep,” said Gretchen when Stacy’s sphincter closed around the narrow neck of the long anal dildo.

Stacy bowels felt full to the point of bursting and she whimpered in pain.

“Does that hurt, Stacia? Is it too big for your precious little butt hole? Wait till Lenore and I fist you. I’m going in up to my elbow and crack your ovaries together like castanets,” taunted Gretchen?

“God yes it hurts. I feel like my bowels are going to burst,” said Stacy.

“Excellent, that it is how it should be. There’s no point to an anal dildo unless it hurts like hell,” said Gretchen grabbing the T-shaped handle and giving it a turn causing Stacy to cry out.

“What I wouldn’t give to have her boobs. What size, Stacy?” asked Gretchen as she pumped.

“34D,” said Stacy trying to block out the pain that seemed to be coming from all directions.

“They’re not real, are they? Who did them for you?” asked Gretchen.

“They’re real,” said Stacy wearily.

“Bullshit, they’re implants,” said Gretchen slapping Stacy hard on her bare bottom.

“No, they’re all mine. Implants would have burst by now and saline solution would be running out my mouth and pussy,” said Stacy.

“Oh, I didn’t think of that. I guess they’re real,” said Gretchen helping Faye close the air valve and disconnect the pump from the end of the cylinders.

“On three,” said Faye taking hold of the base of the glass cylinder. Gretchen was holding the other cylinder.

Gretchen counted to three where upon both girls twisted the cylinders breaking the seal. Stacy sounded a sharp cry as the lubricant reluctantly relaxed its grip on her tender flesh. When Stacy looked down she saw that her breasts had retained their cylindrical shape. Her nipples were over an inch long. There was a red ring around the base and it was throbbing with pain.

“Lenore, stop playing in Stacy’s pussy and bind her hair,” said Faye handing Lenore a large clamp.

“Are you a natural blonde too?” asked Lenore gathering Stacy’s hair in one hand.

“Just highlights, Ouch,” said Stacy as she felt Lenore release the clamp capturing her hair.

“Done, what’s next, boss lady?” asked Lenore.

“Hook this to the end of the hair clamp,” said Faye handing Lenore a short elastic chord with an S-hook on each end.

“Got it,” said Lenore hooking the hair clamp and drawing Stacy’s head straight back until the tendons in her neck showed the strain.

“Now feed it down the crack of her ass through the eyelet on the end of the anal dildo then around to her cunt and through the eyelet on the end of the dildo in his pussy,” said Faye.

“Dildo, what dildo in her pussy?” asked Lenore looking around.

“Shit, I forgot, this one,” said Faye grabbing a very large dildo out of her equipment bag.

“Got a smaller one? I don’t think it will fit,” said Lenore eying its ten-inch length and even more impressive girth.

“One minute to curtain,” announced a nearby contest official.

“Make it fit. That’s all I got,” said Faye.

“Hope you didn’t plan on ever having a family, Stacy. This baby is a womb ripper,” said Lenore as she began to force the five-inch diameter object into what appeared to be a one-inch hole.

When Stacy opened her mouth to scream, Faye deftly captured the tip of her tongue between the jaws of a spring loaded tongue crusher. She allowed the jaws to snap shut on the soft muscle choking off her scream of agony. Stacy’s pink tongue was smashed flat by the tension. Unable to close her mouth or speak properly, she babbled her misery.

“Tongue crushers are just so unpleasant. We got to get some pics once we’re done,” said Gretchen.

“Won’t go, Faye,” said Lenore. “Sure you don’t have anything smaller or we could just forget it.”

“The fuck it won’t,” said Faye reaching up to slam the heel of her hand down on the base of the still protruding dildo. Stacy’s shriek of agony came out as a guttural cry thanks to the tongue crusher. Her cry was quickly followed by an even louder expression of agony when Faye used several more blows with the heel of her hand to pound the dildo home.

It’s in. Just needed to apply a little elbow grease,” said Faye. “Thread the chord through the loop.”

“What’s the matter, Stacy? Cat got your tongue,” said a laughing Gretchen reaching down to pull and twist Stacy’s nipple.

As Stacy’s entire body trembled, Lenore threaded the chord through the ring on the base of the dildo then stretched the elastic to place the s-hook through the ring on the tongue presser.

“Let her rip,” said Faye.

Lenore released the elastic cable. It snapped taut. Stacy’s head jerked back as the clamp in her hair took hold. At the same time, Stacy’s pink tongue was yanked over her lower teeth. The elastic chord firmly held the butt plug and dildo in place. Stacy’s whimpers of pain were muted by her inability to control her tongue.

“Wow, you’re a fucking bondage genius, Faye,” said Gretchen admiring the end result. “The bitch is really hurting.”

“Look at her eyes and the way the tendons in her neck are standing out. You can tell she’s in god awful pain,” said Lenore. “She may rip her tongue out or snatch her head bald before we’re done.”

“Tough titty, I intend to win tonight,” said Faye determinedly as she reached into a bag for her camera.

“Curtains coming up,” announced someone. Lenore and Gretchen grabbed the bags of equipment and scurried off stage along with the rest of the helpers as the curtain opened on the four dominas and their painfully restrained slaves. Faye gave Stacy a spin.

The winner was decided by applause and when the official asked the audience to vote for Mistress Faye and Slave Stacy the crowd applauded long and loud. Stacy had to stay in position for several minutes while Faye accepted the congratulations of her peers and a gift certificate.

Gretchen and Lenore untied Stacy and helped her to walk to the back of the theatre where she spent the next hour performing oral sex. Faye’s helpers proved to be very loud and demanding about how they wanted their pussy eaten and their assholes tongued.

“Shit, Stacy, go comb your hair and fix your make-up,” said Faye arriving promptly at the end of the hour to announce Stacy was going up for sale in the slave auction.




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In spite of her recent exhibition of sexual intercourse before a large crowd at the prison, Stacy found it humiliating to crawl on her hands and knees out on stage wearing nothing but heels, hose, and a dog collar attached to Mistress Faye’s leash. A crowd of two hundred murmured their approval of Faye’s slave. Faye liberally applied the small whip to Stacy’s rear as they covered the short distance. Moments before, Stacy and Faye had watched from the wings as several slaves were auctioned.

“Hold your head high and stick your boobs out. We want to get a good price,” hissed Faye when the announcer introduced them. “It’s for charity so you should give it your best shot.”

Once they reached stage center, Faye pulled Stacy to her feet. She found herself standing at stage edge looking down on the crowd. Her breasts and nipples had almost returned to their normal size.

“Do your yoga wheel,” whispered Faye.

Stacy gracefully leaned backward bending her knees until her hands touched the floor. She thrust her abdomen toward the ceiling as she widened her legs. Stacy was in a yoga position called the wheel or reverse table. The crowd applauded her flexibility.

Faye stepped over Stacy straddling her. Holding the end of a flashlight in her mouth, she took hold of Stacy’s labia and pulled them apart. Stacy’s vagina opened as Faye leaned down to focus the light on the dark hole. Based on the applause, Faye’s little display proved a crowd pleaser

“If she was my bitch, I would have ringed her,” was a comment heard from the audience. That brought to Stacy’s mind Portia and her labial rings. Stacy had noted that a surprising number of the females present had rings piercing their clits and labia.

“Now turn around, grab your cheeks and show them your asshole,” said Faye after helping Stacy to stand

A mortified Stacy did as instructed.

“Squat down,” said Faye emphasizing her point with a blow from her leather studded paddle.

This has got to be my personal low thought Stacy standing bent forward in a crouch with her hands firmly separating her buttocks so wide it hurt. Once again, Faye illuminated her orifice.

Stacy stood quietly with Faye holding her leash as the auction got underway.

“For two full hours, one hundred and twenty minutes of Slave Stacia’s time, how much am I bid?” said the Auctioneer.

“The bidding started at fifty dollars but quickly went to two hundred. The previous high had been one hundred fifty. The building quickly settled down between two of the Mistresses. A tall statuesque blonde at the back of the crowd added fifty dollars to whatever amount was bid.

At the surprising sum of five hundred, the bidder in the back prevailed.

“Five hundred, going, going, gone, sold to Mistress. What’s your title, Mistress?” said the Auctioneer.

“Mistress Charlize,’ said the female walking forward and laying five Ben Franklins on the edge of the stage.

“Sold to Mistress Charlize, a new member of our organization,” said the announcer.

Chapter 24 Mistress Charlize


Stacy was surprised to see a petite brunette on a leash trailing the much taller Mistress Charlize. While Mistress Charlize looked to be older and not particularly attractive, the brunette was young and pretty with a good figure. Her abbreviated costume displayed almost as much flesh as Stacy’s.

Under the glare of the stage lights, Stacy got a closer look at the two. She guessed Mistress Charlize’s age as mid to late fifties, maybe older but the brunette looked to be in her twenties. Why would a Mistress spend five hundred for her when she already had an attractive slave wondered Stacy?

She certainly looks the part decided Stacy as she watched the regal looking female approach. Mistress Charlize made the other dominas look like they were just acting a role they weren’t particularly suited for. Faye graciously handed Stacy’s leash to Mistress Charlize even bowing her head slightly. Mistress Charlize thanked Faye, leaned over and brushed her cheek with a kiss then handed Stacy’s leash to the brunette.

“I’ve reserved one of the private areas to enjoy her,” said Mistress Charlize to Faye. “Does the slave have a high tolerance for pain?”

Stacy thought she detected a slight hint of an English accent in Mistress Charlize’s voice.

“Very high, Mistress, she is yours to do with as you please so long as no permanent damage takes place,” said Faye.

“She will be returned in good condition but I assure you she will suffer greatly. I plan to exceed her normal tolerance and then some.”

“Enjoy,” said Faye looking somewhat dazzled causing Stacy to wonder if there was such a thing as S&M royalty.

Exchange completed, Stacy was led toward one of the curtained room reserved for punishing slaves in private.

“I’m Mistress Charlize and this is Slave Simone. But you are not to speak unless asked a direct question,” said Mistress Charlize as they reached the curtained area.

“You can scream your bloody head off, however,” said Simone laboring under the weight of two sizeable bags of what Stacy assumed was S&M paraphernalia.

The Auto-De-Fe organizers had hung blue plastic painter’s drop cloths to partition off six quasi-private areas along the side of the theatre. For twenty dollars an hour, they afforded a minimum of privacy to punish a disobedient slave. It was from those partitions that Stacy had heard several loud howls of pain during the evening.

There was a hand written sign at the one they entered stating that it was reserved for Mistress Charlize. The only furnishings were two cheap plastic chairs and something that struck Stacy as a kneeling bench; however Mistress Charlize called a punishment bench.

Damn, they must have stolen that from a church thought Stacy eying the upholstered wooden furnishing. She recalled that the last time she had been at St. Timothy’s for a wedding, the bride and groom had knelt on a similar fixture. This doesn’t look too bad thought Stacy noting the cushioning for her knees and where she assumed her elbows would be. They’ll probably paddle me and want me to perform oral sex. I hope they don’t make my butt sore. I have to sit in class next week.

“Kneel on the punishment bench. Close your eyes and be silent,” said Mistress Charlize as she and Slave Simone began unpacking their equipment.

Stacy’s reverie was interrupted by the sound of a hiss followed by a blood-curdling scream from the adjacent screened off area. It was easily the loudest and the most chilling cry that Stacy had heard in an evening when screams of pain were commonplace. Ignoring her directives, Stacy looked in the direction of the scream. She saw the faint outline of the red glow of a brazier. She had noticed several of the slaves had been branded on their buttocks or breasts. Apparently, one of the six areas was equipped as a branding station.

The plastic curtain in no way kept out the loud argument that followed. Stacy stayed silent and listened as the adjacent area was thrown into chaos.

“Shit, you moved, you stupid little slut,” said a voice coming from behind the curtain. That was followed by the sound of a slap followed by another.

“I’m sorry Mistress. I was afraid. It hurts God awful,” said a younger female voice between sobs.

“The brand’s smeared. I can’t recognize my sign,” said the Mistress. “How will people know you belong to me?”

“Yes, you can. I can see it. It’s not too bad. It will be okay once it heals. Won’t it Mistress Margo?” asked the slave.

“It’s fucked,” said another voice Stacy assumed was Mistress Margo.

“We’ll just have to do the other tit,” said the Mistress. “They won’t match and it’ll look like shit.”

“Oh please, God no, you’re ruining me,” pleaded the Slave.

“Margo, Bree, hold her tight this time. If we fuck this up, we’re out of tits,” said the Mistress. “You move his time and I’ll burn my sign on your face.”

There were sounds of commotion with the slave screaming for them to leave her alone. Then there was another hiss, a blood-curdling scream, and silence.

“Good, that’s perfect,” said the Mistress. “Nice and deep, she’ll take that to her grave.”

“The stupid little cunt fainted,” said Margo

“Serves her right. Let’s carry her over to the slave pit and throw her in. Maybe someone wants her sorry ass.”

Stacy had seen but not experienced the slave pit. It was a small fenced area filled with writhing bodies. Slaves who displeased their Mistresses were put in the pit to service dominatrices who hadn’t been accompanied to the Auto-De-Fe by a slave. Since the dominas outnumbered the slaves, submissives were often the subjects of multiple simultaneous tortures. Stacy had witnessed a hulking black Mistress force her fist inside the vagina of a screaming slave not half her size while another domina was dragging a Wartenberg pin wheel over her breasts. Stacy didn’t have any illusions about what would happen to an unconscious girl tossed into the pit with two fresh brands.

“Can we brand Stacy when we’re done, Mistress,” asked Simone interrupting Stacy’s train of thought? “She has the breasts for it.” To emphasize her point, Simone slapped Stacy’s boobs causing them to sway from side to side.

“No fucking way,” said Stacy.

“She spoke. How disrespectful,” said Simone actually sounding shocked.

“Nobody is going to brand me,” said Stacy seriously considering running for the door.

“Stacia, fortunately for you our arrangement with Mistress Faye precludes permanent damage but it does not forbid us from teaching you to keep your mouth shut,” said Mistress Charlize. “Simone, restrain this impudent slave.”

While Stacy had noted the similarity between the fixture and the kneeling benches at St. Timothy’s, she had not realized the one she was being chained to, was completely adjustable or that it came with numerous stainless steel fittings for attaching restraints. Simone proved expert with the apparatus and in a matter of moments, Stacy was immobilized in a forward kneeling position. Her legs were tightly strapped and separated making her orifices easily accessible from the rear. Simone’s fingers tested their accessibility.

“The slut’s holes are already loosened up,” said Simone slipping several fingers in Stacy’s cunt pushing hard to make it hurt.

“They’ll tighten up before we’re done,” said Mistress Charlize. “Hurry, Simone. Stacia is anxious to learn what we have in store for her. Aren’t you Stacia?”

“Two hours is all you have,” said Stacy.

“More then enough time for us to take you on a tour of hell itself,” said Mistress Charlize.

Stacy was already uncomfortable from the tightly restrained and awkward position. The top part of the bench pushed hard against her ribs right under her hanging breasts. Her arms were fully extended forward and down at an angle from her body. Her position also allowed access to her mouth. An adjustable padded strut under her chin lifted her head upright straining her neck. Stacy could move at most an inch in either direction. Once more, she found her erotic senses triggered by the sense of being helplessness in the hands of strangers.

“Excellent work, Simone,” said Mistress Charlize as she casually ran her hand over Stacy’s buttocks and lower back. “She’s very beautiful. Too bad she will have to suffer so. But such beauty has a price.”

From their first appearance on stage, Stacy observed there was something different about Mistress Charlize and Simone. Their attire and even equipment was definitely more upscale and better quality than the other attendees. Both Simone and her Mistress had the look of wearing custom-made S&M apparel. The designer Versace came to Stacy’s mind.

Simone was dressed in a stylish micro skirt and leather bra with knee high boots. Mistress Charlize was wearing a short leather dress that look like it came from Hermes and matching boots that reached mid thigh. Most of the mistresses and slaves were wearing apparel that looked home made or purchased in a local fetish store. They were for the most part, cheap and ill fitting. Faye’s breasts kept popping out of the leather corset and her boots were too large in the thigh so they kept slipping down making her look slightly ridiculous. As a result, much of the clothing had been shed since the start of the Auto-De-Fe.

But Mistress Charlize and Simone’s fetish apparel fit them perfectly. And the leather looked to be much softer and better quality than the cheap cowhide worn by the others. It was the same with their jewelry. Jewelry was something that thanks to her recently departed paternal grandmother Stacy knew something about. Out of respect she had sat with Grandmother Todd for hours as she explained how to select pearls and what to look for in the best diamonds, emeralds and rubies. Grandmother Todd was born to a class of women who frequented Cartier and Harry Winston. She could tell a real diamond from cubic zirconium at ten feet. Thanks to Grandmother Todd, Stacy had a safety deposit box of extremely valuable jewelry. The day she had offered it to Mike to let her go was one of her least proud moments.

When Mistress Charlize bent down close to Stacy to check her restraints, Stacy could see the finely worked details of her necklace of tiny skulls each with diamonds in the eye sockets. There were matching bracelet and earrings. Simone was wearing a smaller version of her Mistress’s jewels.

They must have the money to afford the couture version of S&M thought Stacy. And she did pay five hundred dollars for me, not a fortune but a lot for two hours of my time. The hard landing of a bare palm on her buttock interrupted Stacy’s thoughts.

“Shit, that hurt,” yelled Stacy responding to the stinging pain in her rear.

“You are one poorly trained slave,” said Mistress Charlize.

“Can I play with her boobs, Mistress,” asked Simone who was already kneeling beside Stacy reaching under her to pinch and pull her nipples.

“Later, tempos fugit, Simone, wire her up, and quickly,” said Mistress Charlize.

Stacy watched as Simone extracted a bright orange extension chord from the bag and plugged it into a wall socket. Next she removed a rather complicated looking metal box whose top was covered with dials and switches. The side of the box contained connectors for electrical wiring.

“AC or DC,” asked Mistress Charlize lifting Stacy by her hair.

“What,” asked Stacy uncomprehending?

“They say the only difficult thing about Harvard is getting in. You’re certainly a stupid cunt,” said Mistress Charlize lifting Stacy by the hair then allowing it to drop.

“Alternating current or direct current,” said Stacy deciding she didn’t much like Mistress Charlize.

“Did you know that Thomas Edison was the champion of DC and George Westinghouse AC,” asked Mistress Charlize? “Edison hired men to tour the country proclaiming the dangers of AC. They would electrocute dogs and cats they got from the local pound to show the chamber of commerce DC was much safer.”

“I recall reading that somewhere in grammar school. I assume there is a converter in your control box that converts AC to DC. How do you know I go to Harvard?” said Stacy dryly.

“Simone, what is your usual punishment for questioning me in a sarcastic tone,” asked Mistress Charlize? Simone was busily unpacking several sets of coiled electrical wires.

“Ten with the paddle, Mistress,” said Simone dropping the wires to reach into the bag for a long handled leather paddle. It was covered with black leather and the handle was a good three feet long. There were several holes in the paddle end inside a circle of brass studs.

“Pity, suck a beautiful ass,” said Mistress Charlize taking up a position at Stacy’s rear. “S&M tradition demands you do the count thing. Failure on your part, Slave Stacia, to announce the count will result in the number being reset to zero. I assume even a Harvard student can count to ten while under duress.”

As soon as Mistress Charlize finished her sentence, Stacy’s rear leaped into searing burning pain. Stacy managed to yell out the primary ordinal as she bucked and twisted in agony. My ass is on fire thought Stacy. Just as the pain began to subside, another blow landed. Portia was right decided Stacy. My experience at the prison was better than this.

Stacy spent the next few minutes howling in pain as Mistress Charlize landed powerful swats to her increasing red bottom. The paddle was merciless as Mistress Charlize alternated between her buttocks. But she did manage to count out loud each blow that left her bottom on fire. This was a new experience for Stacy. Her parents did not believe in corporal punishment. She had never been spanked. As she lay sobbing, her rear end aflame, she was reminded that in the few weeks since meeting Mike Cabreeze, a lifetime of painful acts had been performed on her person.

“Nice and warm with a delightful cherry hue,” commented Mistress Charlize running her hands over the raised whelps covering Stacy’s buttocks.

“Please, no more,” begged Stacy.

“Hush child, that was a mere appetizer before the main course. Now, let’s continue our discussion. I should warn you that twenty is the punishment for the second question. Are you familiar with the Gestapo?”

“German secret police for the Third Reich, Mistress,” said Stacy promptly and respectfully.

“Correct and that wasn’t even an SAT style question. I find most Ivy League students woefully ignorant of anything that isn’t considered Scholastic Aptitude Test material,” said Mistress Charlize. “But what you probably don’t know is that the first version of the control box Simone is readying was developed at Gestapo Headquarters on the Fredrickstrasse in Berlin in 1941. This is of course an improved version complete with the Underwriter Laboratories certificate of approval.”

“No, I did not know that, Mistress,” said Stacy feeling very uneasy at the mention of the word Gestapo. Stacy had a vague memory of having read a book about a young heroine in the Resistance that was captured by the Gestapo. They did terrible things to her but she never talked. Stacy shuddered as she recalled they used electricity in between dunking her in ice water.

“Ready, Mistress Charlize,” said Simone having unpacked a bundle of wires and other hardware.

“Look, this arrangement is ended. I never agreed to be electrocuted. I’m not even a slave really. I’m just here to fulfill an obligation. If you’ll left me go, I’ll see your five hundred dollars is returned,” said Stacy in her most authoritative voice.

“Can I punish her for speaking out,” asked Simone?

“Yes, you may, Simone. I’m afraid, Slave Stacy, it’s twenty this time. Don’t forget to count or we’ll be forced to start over,” said Mistress Charlize.

“God no, please, I’ll make it a thousand dollars,” cried Stacy.

“Sorry, Slave Stacia, your family’s money can’t get you out of this,” said Mistress Charlize. “You are helpless and completely under my control. In a matter of minutes, you will wish you were never born.”

Stacy screamed each time Simone landed the paddle on her increasingly red and bruised bottom. She was barely able to croak out twenty on the last blow. Sweat was dripping off her when the beating ended.

“Raw meat,” said Simone passing her hand over Stacy’s butt. “Her skin will start to blister and peel off soon.”

“Hear that, Slave Stacia. I suggest if you want to go home with flesh on your ass, you cooperate henceforth. The next offense will merit thirty blows. Frankly, I don’t think that lovely tush of yours can stand it,” said Mistress Charlize.

“I understand, Mistress Charlize,” said Stacy wondering how much damage had been done to her buttocks.

“Good, now let’s play Gestapo and the Resistance,” said Mistress Charlize picking up a wire with a small metal cylinder on the end. “I had a great aunt who parachuted into occupied France in 1943. She fell in love with a member of the Marquis who turned out to be an informer for the Germans.”

“And he betrayed her,” asked Simone handing her Mistress a tube of ointment?

“Yes, he told the local Gestapo and they snatched her off the street. She loved to gather her nieces and nephews around her at bedtime and tell of her experiences. When my mother learned the nature of the stories she was telling us, she was horrified. But out of respect for what she suffered, my parents allowed her to continue regaling us with tales of rape, sodomy, and torture. They felt sorry for her. She had no children of her own. The Germans had seen to that,” said Mistress Charlize.

“Did you have any relatives who served in the Second World War, Stacia,” asked Mistress Charlize as she covered the cylinder with an oily white substance.

“Yes, my great grandfather was a surgeon,” said Stacia.

“Zinc oxide, in case you’re wondering. It enhances conductivity and acts as a lubricant,” said Mistress Charlize answering Stacy’s unasked question as she handed the object to Simone.

Stacy grunted when she felt the cylinder inserted in her rectum then pushed deep inside her using some kind of probe.

“Ten inches should do it,” said Simone. “Right where the rectum ends and the lower intestine begins. That area is the most sensitive.”

It felt much deeper than ten inches to Stacy. She could feel the wire hanging out her sphincter running down her leg.

“Vagina, Simone,” said Mistress Charlize lubricating a similar but much larger cylinder before handing it to Simone.

It was also put in place with some form of probe. She could feel Simone maneuvering it until it was alongside the one in rectum.

“It’s in her cervix, right next to the other one,” said Simone using the probe to press the two cylinders together.

“Excellent work, Simone. I assume you have never been subjected to electrical torture, Stacia.”

“No, never, Mistress Charlize, I beg you not to hurt me too badly.”

“Your English is certainly a cut above that spoken by the great majority of your countrymen. I would hazard a guess that almost everyone here would have said, I beg you not to hurt me too bad.”

“Thank you, Mistress. I have my mother to thank for that. She almost had a calf when I spoke slang.”

“Stacia is trying to be clever,” said Simone.

“The Germans were clever people. In the instruction manual for the use of electrical torture written by Reinhardt Heydrich he emphasized how important it was for the cylinder located in the high end of your rectum to exchange energy with the one in your womb. The effect is agonizing. Now be quiet and allow us to finish.”

A terrified Stacy choked back any protest as Mistress Charlize used a forceps to grasp the tip of her nipple. She pulled hard to elongate the flesh then rotated her hand a half turn causing Stacy to hiss in pain.

“Now, Simone,” said Mistress Charlize causing Simone to position a saw toothed alligator clamp at the base then allow it to snap shut. Tiny drops of blood appeared where the sharp teeth broke the flesh.

“Oh God,” cried Stacy reacting to the bite of the metal teeth sinking into the stretched and twisted flesh of her mammary.

“This is my favorite part,” said Simone pulling the wire to increase Stacy’s pain. “She has such exquisite breasts. I bet her lovers tit fuck her.”

“Simone, watch your language. Don’t be crude or I will have to punish you,” said Mistress Charlize.

“Sorry, Mistress,” said Simone contritely.

“Stacia, during the troubles in Argentina, the military used automobile jumper cables on the breasts of female students,” said Mistress Charlize as she captured the other nipple in her forceps and applied the clamp. “Their methods were crude and unrefined. In many cases, they burned off the end of the breast.”

“There are jumper cables in the trunk of my car. Want me to get them?” said Simone connecting the leads from Stacy’s nipples to the control box.

“Don’t tease Stacia, Simone. You’ll frighten the poor girl out of her wits. Lymph nodes do not like electricity,” said Mistress Charlize using electrical tape to secure a silver dollar sized copper disc in the center of each armpit. “You will find the armpit surprisingly painful.”

“I beg you, Mistress Charlize, please do not hurt me. I’m not into S&M really. I’m just here to return a favor,” said Stacy.

“We are perfectly aware of your situation, Miss Todd,” said Mistress Charlize taking a leather headband with smaller discs from Simone. She buckled it tightly around Stacy’s head.

She knows my last name and that my family has money. This was planned in advance realized Stacy.

“If we scramble her brains, she won’t remember a thing,” said Simone. “Stacy, want us to wipe your memory, like they did to Jack Nicholson in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Next?”

“No, please don’t,” said Stacy.

“Let’s see, rectum, pussy, nipples, pitts, and skull. Am I missing anything, Simone?” asked Mistress Charlize.

“Her clit,” said Simone handing her mistress a set of forceps and a wire terminated with a large clamp.

“Of course, how forgetful of me,” said Mistress Charlize who proceeded to capture Stacy’s clit with the forceps and stretch it out to where the flesh became translucent. Howls of pain escaped Stacy’s lips as the sensitive area was crushed in the forceps and stretched like a rubber band. An even louder howl sounded when Mistress Charlize allowed the clamp to snap shut at the very base of her clitoris. When the forceps released the tip of her clit, Stacy could feel the clamp pressing tightly against her pubic bone.

“Let’s test on low power, a quarter amp,” said Mistress Charlize placing her hand on Stacy’s left breast.

“Left breast on,” said Simone turning a switch on the control box. Stacy felt a small hum in her right breast.

“Good, now the right,” said Mistress Charlize moving her hand.

Moments later, they had tested all the contacts.

“I doubt you know that in the late eighteen hundreds, there was widespread belief low voltages of electricity had a very beneficial effect. Doctors, world wide including Freud, were busily electrifying body parts. Electrification of the women’s sexual organs was considered especially effective for what was termed female hysteria,” said Mistress Charlize.

“No, I did not know that. Someone told me it wasn’t going to be on the SAT,” said Stacy.

Mistress Charlize quickly landed a loud open palmed slap to the side of Stacy’s face. A small trickle of blood oozed out of Stacy’s nostril.

“Yummy,” said Simone who’d stepped forward to dab her finger in Stacy’s blood then brought it to her lips.

“One should never be sarcastic with their mistress no matter how temporary,” said Mistress Charlize. “Are you ready for hell on earth, Stacia?”

“No way, but do I have a choice,” said Stacy the side of her face still burning.

“Absolutely none,” said Mistress Charlize taking over operation of the control box from Simone.

“We’ll start with quarter power on the left breast,” said Mistress Charlize twisting a knob.

Seconds later, Stacy’s body contorted as her left breast felt a powerful current.

“Now the left armpit,” said Mistress Charlize sending current there. Stacy howled and bucked as the electrons tortured her.

“Some torture victims report the nerve ganglia in the female clitoris are the most sensitive,” said Mistress Charlize switching the dials and applying more current.

“May we watch, Mistress Charlize?” asked a voice from the direction of the entrance. Stacy’s howls had attracted attention

“Of course, come in everyone, but please be quiet,” shouted Mistress Charlize.

Stacy sensed that the temporary room was filling up. While she could only see the people directly in front of her, she could tell the area behind her was packed.

“I’ve always wanted to try electricity but lack the experience and the money,” someone commented.

“Watch closely, everyone, and I will demonstrate the power of electricity to induce pain. Simone, a block of rubber for Slave Stacia,” said Mistress Charlize. Stacy didn’t resist as Simone stuck a large square of black rubber in her mouth.

“Can’t have you crushing your teeth,” said Mistress Charlize.

The next hour was among the most awful in Stacy’s life. Mistress Charlize constantly switched the location of the current. Stacy’s insides grew increasingly warm. The crowd kept murmuring their approval each time Mistress Charlize flipped the dial causing Stacy to scream through the rubber block and contort her body in reaction to the ungodly pain.

“Mistress Charlize, is there a possibility you’ll damage her ovaries,” asked someone in the crowd?

“If I understand your question right, you’re asking if I send several amps of power in Stacia’s vagina, rectum and clit at the same time, will it scramble the eggs in her ovaries thereby rendering her sterile. I don’t know. Let’s try it and see,” said Mistress Charlize flipping several dials then pushing the button to electrify Stacy’s abdomen from three directions.

“Some people like their eggs scrambled,” said Simone.

“I love the way her eyes bug out when the current passes through her skull,” said an onlooker when Mistress Charlize sent the current to the discs circling her head.

Stacy had no idea how long her electrical torture was the center of attention. She had a vague recollection of Mistress Charlize thanking everyone for watching and asking for a few final moments of privacy as her time with Slave Stacy was about to expire.

“Water,” croaked Stacy when she was alone with Mistress Charlize and Simone and the rubber block removed.

“Give her some water, Simone,” said Mistress Charlize. “I’m surprised she can still talk or even think.”

Simone placed a straw between Stacy’s lips. The water was cool.

“Enough,” asked Simone?

“Yes, thank you,” said Stacy feeling somehow both numb and in terrible pain from her head to her feet.

“Watch the door, Simone,” said Mistress Charlize.

Stacy was vaguely aware that Mistress Charlize was standing directly in front of her. Her brain was in an electricity-induced fog. She opened her eyes as Mistress Charlize raised her leather skirt.

I’m not sure I have the strength to eat her pussy thought Stacia as Mistress Charlize’s leather covered crotch came into view inches from her face. That was when the unexpected happened. Mistress Charlize pulled apart the snaps holding her panty crotch together and out sprung the largest cock Stacy had ever seen.

“Surprised,” asked Mistress Charlize. “Suck it, Stacia, or I’ll send enough current through your skull to reduce your brain to jelly. You’ll be too stupid to pass those ridiculously easy exams your lazy professors prepare.”

Stacy was too physically and mentally exhausted to do anything but open her mouth and accept the cock. She strained to open her jaw enough to accommodate the mushroom head. She felt two metal hooks enter her nostrils. When she looked up, she saw Mistress Charlize pulling on the handle of the forked tool forcing her mouth to open. The pain was indescribable.

“A nose hook should keep you from biting,” said Mistress Charlize.

Stacy could only make a guttural sound as his cock covered her tongue then began to wedge its way down her throat.

“You weren’t expecting to suck cock,” said Mistress Charlize taking hold of Stacy’s skull to force his member to the back of her throat.

There is no way that monster is going down my throat thought Stacy. It’s too large.

“My faggot friends christened it the Choker at Oxford,” said Mistress Charlize. “One night, one of the more ambitious dons under the influence of a very good ruby port attempted to swallow its entirety. He lost consciousness before he achieved his goal. Unfortunately, I was in no condition to help him. The authorities declared it an accident of course. My only regret was that his early death precluded the completion of his biography of Coleridge.”

Stacy began to struggle for breath as the phallus moved down her throat

“I detect the onset of cyanosis. You need to breathe, Stacia. Don’t we all. Of course, since we’re poisoning the planet, choking to death on my cock could save you from a life time of breathing the putrid atmosphere mankind calls air these days,” said Mistress Charlize before he relented and pulled his member from Stacy’s mouth.

“Please, I can’t take any more,” whispered Stacy gasping for air.

“Just to prove what a kind mistress I am, I’ll finish in your other two holes,” said Mistress Charlize before walking around the punishment bench to Stacy’s rear.

A hand took a firm grip on Stacy’s hair pulling her head back straining her neck. A pitiful moan escaped Stacy’s mouth as Mistress Charlize’s cock entered her recently tortured vagina. The muscles lining Stacy’s pussy were so sore from the repeated shocks that she began to scream as the oversized dick traveled the ravaged passage.

“An acquaintance of mine told me the most painful thing you can do is fuck a woman after her vagina has been torture with electricity. Of course, being an interrogator in the Mexican Federal Police, he should know. The electricity shocks the lining leaving it stiff and raw. You can’t see this but you’re getting blood all over my cock. Maybe I better switch to your ass before you bleed out,” said Mistress Charlize.

“Please, no,” was all Stacy could mutter as she felt her buttocks being parted.

Stacy had a moment of no pain followed by one of searing agony as Mistress Charlize forced his cock past her sphincter. Fortunately, her anus was still coated with the lubricant used to insert the cylinder. Stacy spent the next few minutes in rectum hell as Mistress Charlize took a firm hold on her battered flanks and repeatedly thrust into her.

“Notice anything different about this particular act of sodomy,” asked Mistress Simone.

“It hurts,” was all Stacy could manage; however she could feel something moving in her abdomen.

“The Choker is reaching past your rectum to the first loop of your lower intestine. Are you feeling your bowel straighten? I’ve been told it’s agonizing.”

“Yes, you’re killing me.”

“The time I must return you to your Mistress approaches,” said Mistress Charlize increasing the rate of his vicious sodomy. Finally, he climaxed then collapsed on Stacy’s back. He was dripping sweat and breathing hard as he took a moment to recover.

“I hope that was as satisfactory for you as it was for me,” whispered Mistress Charlize in Stacy’s ear. “You’re a damn sight stronger than I thought you would be. You should be a vegetable by now.”

The last thing Stacy recalled was Simone approaching with a syringe.

Chapter 25 Doctor Myers


“Who are you,” asked Stacy waking up looking into the handsome face of the young black man whose stethoscope was placed directly between her naked breasts. A quick glance around informed her she was back in her dorm room. She was completely nude lying on her own bed. For that she felt enormously grateful.

“He’s a doctor, Stacy, a resident at the hospital,” said Portia standing beside the bed looking worried.

“How long have I been out,” asked Stacy?

“It’s 10:00 Sunday morning. Faye and two of her friends brought you here around eight. I got worried when I couldn’t wake you. I called Gary and asked him to examine you.”

“Let’s check your vitals,” said Gary wrapping a blood pressure cuff around Stacy’s arm. “What kind of drugs did you take?”

“None, I was given a shot that knocked me out,” said Stacy. “Are you a real doctor?”

“That’s what my medical diploma from Tuffs says. I’m doing my residency at Mass General. I’m Gary Myers. One twenty eight over seventy six, not bad.”

“Gary and I play together at a jazz club in Charlestown. He’s an incredible reed man,” said Portia. “Roll over, Stacy, and let Gary look at your butt.”

“Here, let me help,” said Gary taking Stacy gently by the shoulders and helping her to turn.

“How could just turning over hurt so much,” said Stacy once she was on her stomach.

“Somebody worked your derriere over pretty good,” said Gary lightly touching Stacy’s striped rear.

“Thirty swats with a brass studded leather paddle the length of a baseball bat,” said Stacy.

“It looks like raw hamburger. Shit, I knew I should have gone with you,” said Portia. “From now on, I’m going to be there to watch your back, no, your ass.”

“How bad is it,” asked Stacy trying to look over her shoulder?

“Not as bad as it looks,” said Gary. “I have an ointment that should help reduce the redness and swelling.”

“It’s red and blistered,” echoed Portia. “But it’ll heal.”

“Can I make the diagnosis or did you become a doctor in your spare time,” asked Doctor Myers smiling at Portia?

“Sorry,” said Portia.

“Portia said you were into S&M,” said Gary squeezing some ointment onto his gloved hand then gently rubbing it on Stacy’s rear.

“What I said was that you were at an S&M party,” said Portia.

“I plan to swear off S&M for the rest of my life. Gary, I owed somebody a favor and agreed just this once to attend as her slave. It was a very painful experience.”

“And to show her appreciation, she blistered your ass,” said Gary.

“No, it wasn’t her. I was sold at a slave auction to raise money for charity. The Mistress who bought me did that along with some even worse things.”

“Faye asked, no she begged me, to ask you not to tell Mike what happened,” said Portia. “She seemed very worried. She said if you were really hurt, Mike would chop her tits off with a fire axe and make her eat them. She left her number for you to call when you’re feeling well enough. She wants to apologize.”

“Anything else I need to look at,” asked Gary. “There’s a bruise on your cheek.”

“She, no he, slapped me,” said Stacy. “But I’ve still got all my teeth.”

“I thought it was domina only,” said Portia. “The Ladies of Leather let a male dominant play.”

“Not knowingly, this tall dominatrice, Mistress Charlize, who bought me at auction was actually a cross dresser with a very large cock. In fact it was the largest I’ve ever seen. It didn’t look human,” said Stacy.

“And you got to try out this phenomena,” asked Portia?

“In all three orifices and that was after he tortured me with electricity in my vagina and rectum. But first, he lectured me about how we have to thank the Gestapo for introducing modern electrical torture. He spoke with a British accent and he said he went to Oxford. It was the most painful intercourse ever. It made losing my virginity seem like a cake walk.”

“Sounds like you had one hell of an evening,” said Gary screwing the cap back on the ointment and handing the tube to Portia. “Electrical torture hurts. I’ve treated patients who were introduced to Sparky then forced to have intercourse. The muscles lining the vagina are not in any condition for penetration. That’s why it’s popular with electro freaks. First you shock the hell out of a girl’s pussy then you fuck it to make her scream.”

“It was to quote Mistress Charlize, hell on earth. When he was shocking different body parts I reached the point I wanted to die in the worst way. I hurt everywhere now,” said Stacy. “Especially when I move.”

“Joint pain,” asked Gary?

“Yes, it hurts to move my little finger and my little toe

“I am going to examine you thoroughly. It will hurt. Breathe normally and try to relax,” said Gary. “You could have broken something.”

Stacy took deep breaths to control the pain as Gary carefully probed and felt every part of her body.

“Hold her ankles,” said Gary lifting Stacy’s legs. Portia took Stacy’s ankles and gently pulled them to her chest.

“Your pussy is red as a fire engine,” said Portia.

“Mistress Charlize said it was bleeding so he kindly took his super cock out of my vagina and stuck it up my ass,” said Stacy.

“Take a deep breath,” said Gary as he inserted a speculum in Stacy’s vagina.

“You should be used to that,” said Portia.

“You make a habit of gynecological exams,” asked Gary shining a flashlight inside Stacy.

“I recent repaid another favor by visiting a friend’s father in prison on conjugal day. I was selected for a cavity search. And I’m a favorite for a full body search when I fly.”

“Pretty girl syndrome,” said Gary. “If you ever visit our ER, the residents will examine you very thoroughly.”

“Only the men residents,” said Portia.

“And the lesbians,” said Gary peering into Stacy’s vagina. “I don’t see anything that requires stitches.”

“Thank God,” said Stacy.

“Let me look. I’ve never seen the inside of a pussy before,” said Portia. “Mind if I get my camera and take a few images for my scrap book?”

“Very funny,” said Stacy.

“There are some abrasions but nothing that needs suturing. Avoid vaginal penetration for a week,” said Gary removing the disposable speculum and tossing it into the trashcan.

“I don’t know whether I can go a whole week without a fuck,” said Stacy. “I suppose blow jobs will have to do.”

“Your sphincter also shows signs of recent entry,” said Gary applying surgical lubricant to an anal speculum.

“Only by fingers, tongues, oversized dildos and giant cocks, I’m surprised it still closes,” said Stacy.

“Breathe deep,” said Gary easing the device past Stacy’s rosebud.

“Maybe we should give up anal,” said Portia. “The problem is that I adore a good ass fuck.”

“It’s a generational thing. My mother has never allowed my father to enjoy her anally,” said Stacy. “Maybe that’s why he occasionally strays.”

“Odd that you know that,” said Portia.

“My mother insisted I have a thorough education in human sexuality. And being a doctor, she was incredibly graphic and detailed. She even gave me a book showing the results of untreated STDs,” said Stacy.

“I remember that book from med school. I was afraid to touch a pussy for weeks,” said Gary.

“It was a stomach turner,” said Stacy.

“I learned through trial and error,” said Portia. “So why is she opposed to anal?”

“Easier to transmit an STD plus she believes it is for the man’s pleasure not the woman’s,” said Stacy.

“She should try it before she condemns it,” said Portia.

“I’ll pass that on to her. My Dad would certainly endorse your suggestion.”

“Stacy’s parents are famous doctors. Her mother is an allergist and her dad is a heart surgeon,” said Portia.

“Oh, I didn’t know I was treating the daughter of medical royalty. I’ve heard of the Doctors Todd. Are you pre-med?” said Gary.

“No, pre-law, I figure there are enough Todd’s flashing their Caduceus around,” said Stacy.

“Your rectum is slightly inflamed, no anal penetration for at least a week,” said Gary removing the speculum.

“I’ll die of horniness,” said Stacy.

“Explain the needle mark,” said Gary looking at a small red dot on Stacy’s upper arm.

“That’s how Mistress Charlize knocked me out after they were finished. I lost consciousness seconds after the injection,” said Stacy.

“Faye said they found you unconscious lying on the floor. Mistress Charlize had vanished,” said Portia.

“As far as I can tell, there’s nothing broken. People subjected to electrical torture sometimes get stress fractures from the extreme contractions of the muscles caused by the electricity,” said Gary after completing the exam.

“You’ve seen this before,” asked Portia.

“I did my internship in the Bronx, New York. The use of electricity is more common in the S&M world than you would think. It doesn’t leave any marks and like Stacy says pure agony. Portia, here are thirty tablets of Vicodin. Give her two tablets every six hours,” said Gary handing Portia a plastic pill bottle.

“So Stacy’s okay,” asked Portia?

“It appears that way. Respiration and pulse are normal. There are minor scrapes and contusions in the lining of the vagina and rectum but they should heal in a few days. But if you aren’t feeling much better in twenty four hours, you should check yourself into Brigham & Women’s for a complete set of diagnostics,” said Gary as he reached down to pull a buzzing pager off his belt.

“Damn, they need me in the ER,” said Gary looking at the pager as he removed his gloves and tossed them in a nearby trash receptacle.

“You’ve got to leave now,” asked Portia sounding disappointed?

“Yes, I was hoping to spend some time with my favorite piano player,” said Gary putting his arm around Portia and kissing her.

“How about a quickie,” asked Portia grinding her pelvis against Gary’s leg as she rubbed his cock?

“Where? Is there an empty dorm room we could use,” asked Gary.

“You’re not becoming shy? Are you? We’ll do it here. Stacy doesn’t mind. She likes to watch. Don’t you, Stacy?”

“Go ahead. I’ll watch. I’d make it a threesome if I wasn’t so damn sore,” said Stacy.

“All right, but I don’t have much time,” said Gary looking again at his watch.

“Blow your load and leave. No reciprocity required. Come by next week for a leisurely three way in which Miss Todd and I will drain you of every drop of your essence,” said Portia falling to her knees in front of Gary. She quickly unbuckled his belt.

“All right, I can check on Stacy’s progress,” said Gary.

“Isn’t it awesome,” asked Portia as she fished a long black cock out of Gary’s trousers and waved it in Stacy’s direction?

“It’s gorgeous. I’d jerk it off if my hands didn’t hurt,” said Stacy feeling aroused in spite of her condition.

“How does it compare with the transvestite who screwed you last night,” asked Portia before passing her pink tongue over Gary’s mushroom shaped cock head.

“Esthetically, Gary’s is far more attractive. But, candidly, Mistress Charlize’s was the largest cock I’ve ever seen. It was unnaturally long and thick. It was ugly too. When he throat fucked me, I could feel scars along the sides,” said Stacy moving her hand to her sex and gently rubbing it as she watched Portia lick the head of Gary’s cock.

“Implants,” said Gary his eyes closed as Portia sucked his cock and licked his balls.

“They can do that,” asked Portia taking Gary’s erect cock out of her mouth to flick her tongue across his piss hole?

“Doctor Adrian Kenner in Los Angeles developed a surgical technique that involves saline implants to make the male penis longer and thicker. He charges thirty thousand but guarantees you will be nicknamed tripod,” said Gary kicking off his loafers as he sat down on Portia’s bed.

“Sounds painful, does he have many takers?” asked Stacy.

“Six month waiting list and he has three surgeons working for him. I’d say the good doctor is pulling in three to five million a year. Did his balls match his cock?”

Stacy thought for a minute before answering, “Yes, they looked like grapefruits.”

“He had the complete surgery. Kenner gets another ten grand if you want your testicles to be in proportion,” said Gary. “He inserts saline pouches to give you a pair of very large low hangers.”

“You can’t put a grapefruit in your mouth and suck it but you can one of these,” said Portia taking one of Gary’s testicles in her mouth and starting to hum. “Recognize the tune?”

“It’s Cole Porter but I can remember the title,” said Gary. “I want to fuck you. Let’s get on the bed.”

“Mind If I Make Love To You,” said Portia pulling her shirt over her head. Portia’s ringed nipples had obviously been aroused by her oral ministrations to Gary’s cock.

“Stacy, did you know your roommate is a musical encyclopedia, an incredible artist, and a future composer of fabulous music,” asked Gary pulling his shirt over his head to display an imposing physique.

“Portia’s a genius at music and a dear friend. I don’t know what I’d do without her,” said Stacy reaching into her vagina to wet her fingertips before spreading her fluids over her clitoris.

“You failed to mention that I am a talented cocksucker and a very hot fuck,” said Portia before taking Gary’s cock deep in her throat.

“Oh that’s good. Let’s get naked and sixty-nine,” said Gary pushing his trousers down.

Stacy slowly stroked her sex as the two doffed their remaining apparel and took a position in the center of Portia’s bed. Portia’s white skin made a strong and erotic contrast with Gary’s ebony complexion. Stacy slowly let her arousal build as she watched Portia in the superior position suck Gary’s virile manhood. All the while, Gary was noisily applying his mouth to Portia’s heavily ringed sex.

Stacy masturbated as she watched her roommate and Gary perform mutual oral. In spite of her condition, her hand became a blur when the two lovers switched to the missionary position.

There is something intensely erotic about watching those two fuck thought Stacy. They’re so animalistic. You can feel their lust. And I love the way he’s slamming his cock in her as she clings to him.

Stacy started to climax as she watched. Portia’s tiny feet were ankle locked around Gary’s waist pulling him into her each time he thrust down. His ebony flesh glistened with perspiration.

“Gonna blow,” cried Gary, as he became a blur pounding his cock in Portia’s hole a half dozen times before reaching his orgasm.

His energy spent. He rolled off Portia and lay there catching his breath.

“Shit, I got to get going or the Department Head will have my ass,” said Gary looking at his watch then leaning over to kiss Portia. “Hate to cum and run. That was fabulous as always.”

Gary hopped out of bed and began to dress.


***



“Here, put this in the slot,” said Stacy removing a plastic card from her purse and handing it to Portia. It was late in the same afternoon.

“Are you sure you’re up for this,” asked Portia when Stacy said she had something to show her and a short drive was necessary.

“Vicodin gets you up for anything. You’ll have to drive,” said Stacy.

They were a few blocks from campus at a high-rise residence on Cambridge’s Memorial Drive. The heavy gate slowly rose allowing them to drive into the building’s parking garage.

“The security system is state of the art. Park in Space Twenty Two,” said Stacy once they were inside the garage.

“So what is it you want to show me,” asked Portia as they exited the car.

“You’ll see,” said Stacy heading toward the elevator.

Once on the elevator, Stacy inserted the card in another slot then pushed the button for the twelfth floor after placing her thumb on a glass platen. “Welcome, Ms. Todd,” said a digitized voice from a speaker in the elevator ceiling.

“Biometrics, unless your thumb print is in the computer, you can’t get the elevator to work,” said Stacy.

“Impressive, the computer knows you. But why are we here,” asked Portia?

“I don’t want you to go back to Trenton this summer. I know I’m being selfish but I need you with me,” said Stacy.

“I wish I could stay but we have to be out of the dorm when school ends in three weeks and there’s no way I can afford to rent in Cambridge,” said Portia.

“I know and that’s why I’ve arranged for us to house, actually condo, sit,” said Stacy as the elevator arrived at their floor.

“In this place?”

“The owners are friends of my parents. They’re both doctors too. He’s accepted the directorship of an international organization that provides free health care to third world countries. For the next three years, they’ll be living in Zurich and traveling all over the world.”

“So we’d live here free,” asked Portia as they stepped into the fully furnished penthouse condominium?

“Yes, we have to take good care of the place. Mind the two cats and the dog and make sure the maid keeps the place clean,” said Stacy.

“There’s a maid?”

“Yes, Lucia, but she’s only here from nine to four weekdays,” said Stacia.

“I can’t do this.”

“Why not? I was counting on you. This would be your bedroom,” said Stacy sounding distressed as they walked into a large bedroom. Stacy pushed a button by the bed and the curtains parted to a view of the Boston sky line.”

“Wow, this is something else,” said Portia.

“So it’s okay?” asked Stacy.

“It’s too nice for a ghetto girl from Trenton, New Jersey,” said Portia.

“There’s something else you need to see,” said Stacy taking Portia by the hand and leading her to the far corner of a large living room where she snatched off the cover of a piano. “It’s a concert Steinway, like the one at the Boston Pops. Doctor Kelsey plays. You can practice here all you want. If it needs to be tuned, tell me and I’ll have it done.”

“These people must be rich,” said Portia running her fingers up and down the keyboard.

“Doctor Kelsey and my father grew up together. Now say you’ll do it,” said Stacy. “Please.”

“Of course I will,” said Portia throwing her arms around Stacy.

“That’s terrific. I’ll call the vet and have the pets brought over tomorrow,” said Stacy as soon as the kiss ended. “Monk and Les can help us move but we’ll have to fuck them to pay for it.”

“All right by me, I can picture me in bed looking out at Boston’s skyline as Monk slides his Prince Albert in my snatch while I suck Les’ cock.”

“You’re such a romantic, Portia.”

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