Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
|Introduction: If you want to know how my snooty sister-in-law Debbie got herself enslaved in the most insane bordello in the world; you can read her journey in the earlier chapters. If you don’t really care then jump straight in. Remember anyone can visit her there if your fantasies are worthy enough-just drop me a mail with your nasty requests. Finc|
Kris sat back in the cool air-conditioned world of the private limo. The brightly coloured street whisked by, the afternoon a simmering, steaming haze after the intense midday sun. The folded portfolio on the seat showed idle ticks and circles, evidence she hadn’t really been concentrating anymore on the day’s negotiations. It had been a great business deal, but somewhere in the day concentration had begun to wander. Business was everything; but ever since she realised she needed to come personally to secure the contract her mind and thoughts had been split.
She had been to this hot humid place once before, but on that occasion it had been for a very different reason. It was here she had her first and last experience of an elite underground club. Now years on it was an opportunity to revisit that very special place; a place where the most bizarre sex games could be acted out with captive angels. The down payment had been transferred yesterday; you see it cost $2000 just for them to answer your enquiry. And if they don’t like the sound of your enquiry you don’t even get a reply. The accounts are untraceable; they only want the most serious to even try contacting them. The place was an urban myth in elite circles, but she knew better
Kris was already a member, inducted two years back by her ex steel magnet partner. The experience had been terrifying, disgusting and totally lacking in morality; but so exciting too. After, she told herself to forget, that it wasn’t right, that it wasn’t for a lady such as her. And it had worked until now. But like a moth straying too close to a porch lantern she had reason to be here, to be so close that she found it impossible to resist temptation. It was like a voice in her head urging her on. But things today had not gone to plan.
They had rung that morning as the early forties multi-millionairess passed through the airport arrivals. As she signalled to the limousine waiting to collect her she answered the call.
“Yes Kris speaking?”
“Do you wish to make a request?” Came a question without even an introduction.
She realised instantly, “it was them!”
Her heart raced. The last time it had been her partner’s party, now this was hers alone. She replied quickly in a sweet voice. “I’m in town today and I wanted… er,” pausing unsure, someone who did million dollar deals unsure.
She continued.” I… wanted an hour?”
“When?” Was the ice cold response.
“Today, like I said I’m just in town and I…”
“Today?” The phone voice said incredulous.
“Yes?” She replied with a grimace already realising by the tone of voice she was asking too much.
“Impossible!” Was the swift reply. Then the phone went dead.
She cursed herself, not for the lost money but foolishness. They hated surprises and rich or not did she think she was booking tickets to the opera?
That had been this morning and all day throughout the important meeting the thoughts of what had been denied clouded her concentration. As the beautifully groomed blonde sat through presentation and graph after graph her mind was on other matters. If only she had known she was coming earlier she might have gotten an appointment.
The opposite chairman coughed nervously a number of times bringing his attractive visitor attention back to the board room table. For her it was a long day.
Kris was glad when the finally deal had been done and she could get out of this damn city. Now as she sat in the airport bound limo the phone rang again.
She answered with a tired voice then nearly dropped the handset. “It was them again!”
“We now have a vacancy.” Announce the ice cold feminine voice.
“But I’m on the way…” Kris blurted out before even thinking.
“We are behind you now,” the voice explained Kris spinning her head trying to see a car following. “Are you still interested in a reservation?” The voice had the arrogant disinterested slant of an exclusive restaurant.
She gulped realising she only had moments to decide. “Very well I’m pulling over,” she said decisively and a little too loudly.
Her heart was racing, her breast heaving inside her tight expensive blouse and black suit.
The limo dipped down a side street then the black business attired Kris stepped out, the driver confused but not questioning. She signalled for the limo to leave and looking around nervously dialled on her phone. Gus her current toy boy answered. She was controlling her breathing as she explained the deal had gone on longer and there were loose ends. She’d be staying tonight taking a flight tomorrow. Her lover laughed, there were always complications and to ring him later this evening.
As she finished the call a sinister big BMW pulled up alongside, its windows blacked out. She was aware of two people in the front seats. It remain stationary the engine on idle.
The business woman opened the rear door and sat down. As the car moved off neither of the two front seat occupants turned to her. The driver was a shaven headed heavyset man looking all the way a hired gun. The passenger was a slim blonde woman, dressed in black, a device on her lap.
She passed it over her shoulder still looking at the busy street.
“Your payment is $20,000; please process.” Kris was going to complain, sessions were priced to the extremity of sex game. “But I only…”
The blonde woman looking like some super bitch cut her short. “A client sadly died today. He had a double session and both were $20,000.” She turned to look with a beautiful impassive face. “He had a heart attack on his first session of the day.” Her eyes fix the blonde babes surprised stare, “do you want his session or not?”
Kris kicked herself, “fuck; just do it, what the fuck! The money was irrelevant. Why the hell was she arguing?” Her thoughts snapped angrily frustrated with herself.
She nodded quickly inserting the card in the hand held machine making the transaction.
The super bitch handed over a hood and Kris placed it over her long blonde locks, pulling it down over her high cheek boned face. Obscured from the outside world by mirrored glass she sat in darkness. Kris wasn’t too nervous; she kept reminding herself she’d done this before.
It had been weeks in this hellhole but Debbie still resisted. She knew it was easier to be complaint, to submit but her mind refused. She thought she was defying them but in truth her disgust and angry fire retained her premium value. They didn’t need mindless exhausted sex dummies. Well not unless the client requested that, then a drug concoction was administered. No, what they offered for the expense was resistance and refusal. And in that department Debbie was not disappointing her clients one bit.
The days were the same in their horrific metronome frequency. First a morning sex session then an afternoon session. In between were showers, rest, forced exercise, food, bed and nothing more. She knew she was not alone in here; hearing moans through insulated walls. No doubt the source was nearer to high pitch shrills muffled by sound deadening concrete and foam. Her captor if there was only one she saw mostly by the green tint of his night vision goggles or as a shadow in the doorway as another “dirty scum bastard pervert” entered to spend an hour with her. Those she saw many of.
The men she couldn’t forget. Some were masked others more blatant, rampant in their obscene appearance. All slavering sex crazed creatures, the money, the dungeon and Debbie herself a heady mix of erotic overdosing for these clients. The last visitor was as demented as any. If ever there had been poetic justice then her last session was it.
As she sat waiting on the high back chair she remembered back with quiet satisfaction to those mornings events.
The sex cell had been pitch-black early that day. Debbie struggled to keep her toes touching the floor. Her arms were aching as above her head her wrists were tied together suspending her from a chain and ceiling attached pulley. Her shoulder blades were pulled in tits thrusting out. The curve of her fantastic figure accentuated down her spine to the taut uplifted ass, everything tensed in this stretch position. She was naked and in the humid blackness dripping with sweat. Her mouth was gagged with a hollow rubber ball as it had many times before. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been hanging there in darkness; sometimes she waited hours while the clients prepared themselves. She’d been escorted from her holding cell by “the green haze” in total darkness not bothering to beg or try to reason today. The captor had spoken as he used his night goggles to see while he tied and stretch her into position.
“You’re proving very popular,” he had said in a quiet slow paced voice. “I have many re-bookings for you already.”
He stroked down her back admiring her in the all green tint. He smiled seeing her arrogant upturned nose and snapped shut lips, refusing to talk today. As he fastened the ball gag in her mouth he mocked her arrogance. “You’re in excellent shape and premium quality. I see no reason why you can’t have a career with us lasting many years.” He smiled seeing her eyes go even wider in the pitch blackness; that thought sinking in.
Now hanging in darkness for ages she heard the door open but saw nothing apart from the glow of green night vision goggles. For a moment it remained open a person was entering, but not the green glow; that disappeared as the door slammed shut. Someone was breathing in an excited pant searching near the wall. Moments latter the long bank of humming neon lights flickered then sprang into glowing life. Debbie closed her eyes hearing someone continue moving about. She squinted slowly the light painful, opening her lids bit by bit until she could use her vision again.
“Hello my dear,” he gasped trying to keep his excited breathing in check, “I’ll be your inquisitor for today.”
She tried not to react, every time she tried but it was difficult. Her body stiffened a little as she slightly twisted on the pulley chain her mouth making a gruff sound in frustration and disgust. “Oh fuck,” she thought, “not another interrogation fetish.”
The man in front of her was fat, blubbery fat, and bullet head bald with pig pink skin. Lots of it. He reminded her of some fat Germanic baron from a movie; only the monocle missing. His accent was from that part of the world too, an arrogant east European slant. But his words were in English. He was naked apart from rubber boots under a big rubber apron an obvious crotch hole cut in the front of it. Around her was a cell converted to his needs. A workbench, this chain type pulley she was dangling from and on the floor in front of her a machine with cables that she knew was some type of big battery.
The man stood for a moment admiring the stretch lovely, her porcelain white skin was beginning to bronze with copious amounts of sweat, her long brunette hair in a pony tail her full lips a crimson red. His cock was hardening at the sight of those thrusting globe tits, indeed as described. “Like bug eyed headlights on an hourglass figure.” He wondered if to poke his erect member through the rubber apron hole…” no he’d wait a while.”
Henrick had been here before but not with this girl. How he made his fortune in the collapse of communism when he was young is of no matter only that he represented the ideal client, a man who does not flinch at spending $40,000 dollars on a day’s extreme game. He’d booked a double session he always remembered after the fact something he’d wished he’d done at the time. This way he could have a fine lunch and return refreshed in stamina and creativity later on.
He came closer his hand stroking up the side of her waist all the way up to her stretch arm; then down again curling around to fondle her ass. He stuck his pug nose up close to her impressive heaving breasts sniffing like an animal, his licking lips already glistening with saliva.
“I’m going to make you beg for my cock,” he whispered in an excited husk. “Oh and by the time you can beg, you’ll mean it trust me.” Debbie gagged mouth coughed but could not respond anymore. “I want a confession. Admit you love it here, love being treated as a rich mans plaything.”
The buzzer sounded and he looked at his watch, he knew they were very particular about time, not a minute more, not a minute less. He looked around. “Ah there it was as ordered.”
Debbie’s head turned to one side as the bucket of tepid water splashed against her shoulder and neck, rivulets rushing down her body like over a wondrous undulating land. Her eyes were wide; dark pupils looking straight at him her jaw biting on her gag. “Ah yes beautiful,” he whined almost like a child.
He came closer again gripping her behind her back pulling her tits onto his slobbering mouth; his fat lips biting and taking long teat stretching sucks. His angry slurping mouth was dribbling spittle to the floor, his jaw opening as wide as possible.
“Bigger!” He growled teeth pinching and pulling, “get bigger you hot little bitch.”
She twisted and danced on the spot his fingers now rubbing together, nipples held tightly elongating at his attention. “Good you can’t stop them hardening can you?” He laughed; Debs face flush with embarrassment and anger. His big rubbery lips licked, his eyes mesmerised by her fabulous melons. Like hard ripe fruits defying the pull of gravity.
He pulled away his cock slapping on the inside of his rubber skirt. He bent down picking up the clamps, Metal pincers tensioned to bit shut unless pressed strongly. Each one was attached to a yellow cable running down to the battery.
He grinned making the pincers snap like two angry creatures.
Debbie shook her head as he waved them in front of her face. ”Why did she do that?” Her own mind snapped in anger,” you’re just pleasing him more!”
He nodded in excitement as if hearing her thoughts; yes he wanted her to be scared.
“Now stop wriggling while I connect you up.” He said in an impatient school master type voice. His own apparent indifference making his cock twitch like crazy.
Her nipples were now easy targets; full succulent bolts Debbie biting on her gag as the pincer jaws gripped one then the other. A quick strip of duct tape and both breast were secured, her teats clamped and firmly attached.
He stood back switching a dial on the battery machine to his desired setting, then holding a switch a bit like a cigarette lighter on a lead. His finger hovered above it like he was about to blow up a bridge. He felt his stiff cock tapping inside his apron eager to come out to play.
“It was time to show her, show her how pleased he was.”
He reached inside his apron pushing his hard curved cock out and up his balls also spitting through the rubber hole, so he stood there his manhood exposed in all its glory around a black backdrop of rubber. His free hand went down to stroke his cock as he pressed the trigger.” Now dance my dear!”
Debbie felt her tits swell the electricity like needles on her nipples her whole body stiffening. Her eyes crossed her head thrown back. It was a long but bearable burst her body juddering, ass clenching so much she thought she’d suck herself inside out.
He stopped to allow her body to relax her limbs to give way and her arms take the weight of her slumped form. Through the hole of the ball gag she gasped for air. He studied her panting dripping body, wild eyes, bedraggled hair matted to her face. Her thighs were apart as each ankle was in a leather hoop pulled towards a ring in the floor. She hung legs apart twisting at the surge of energy.
It was a fantastic sight. His cock and balls had swollen so much he doubted he could pull them back through the rubber apron hole even if he wanted to.
After a few moments he repeated the shock treatment, then again, then again, over and over. The room hissed with electricity the hot babe’s tits seeming to glow and expand. Her eyes rolled her body a dripping mess as she jerked back and forth.
He lifted the battery pack onto the table adjusting the dials again. She’d get more this time. He pressed the switch again.
Debbie’s hair was standing on end her body arched forward on tip toe, back curved tits thrusting so far forward as if trying to escape her body. He left the power on looking at the tools on his table. There were rubber spiked dildos, hoses and bladders; all his chosen toys. Finding a smaller wire clip he grunted in satisfaction turning and casually flicking off the power not even looking at her.
Debs gave a muffled moan her breath returning her knees turning in as she slumped; her arms taking her weight. “Jesus,” she thought to herself the room spinning, “I can’t take much more of this.”
Then she saw what he planned next.”Oh God no!”
He attached the wire to another node of the battery pack and as Debbie struggled to resist he knelt down between her legs. His dirty finger ran up to her shaved slit probing finger and thumbs gripping pulling. “Yes your clit,” he said seeing she understood his intentions, “give it to me, hurry I’m paying by the minute,”
Debbie felt the little teeth of the crocodile clip bite her fleshy bud. Her face red at how causally and easily he played with her body.
Standing legs apart rampant and proud his cock tapping his apron he then pressed the switch again.
The sensation was unbelievable her nerves endings alight her eyes seeing spots then almost white out. Her nipples were on fire and she imagined smoke billowing from her tits points and any second an explosion from between her legs. Her pelvis jerked forward her mind imagining her clit like a balloon filled with helium rapidly until it popped. “Ohhh God,” her mind screamed, understanding already that she would indeed confess, beg for his cock and be thankful of it. “Anything to stop this!”
Pleased with her shaking head and wild pleading eyes he looked at his watch then reduced the power to minimal ebb and flowing tide. The sweat was beading in her eye sockets her red lips awash with saliva, the new humming sensation making her groan and moan through the gag.
“Tingles doesn’t it?” He laughed.
He checked the dial again then moved closer unlashing a cute ankle then the other. He could feel the tingle in his hands like strong static making his fingers a little numb. His mouth drooled as he thought what it was doing to her clit. Seeing her beautiful eyes react to the power made his erection like steel.
He would come in her now. That would leave just enough time to get hard again before his session ended. And he would get hard again. Now he’d exhausted her with electrodes it would be easy to lay her on the workbench play anal games with the bladder and hoses. He looked at that open red-lipped mouth. She’d talk filth to him pleading to let her suck him dry rather than let a balloon grow so big it exploded inside her. And after he’d come she say thank you with such relief. He was sure of that. They always did.
Kneeling down he unfastened her ankles from their binds. He then gripped her hot toned thighs pulling them up and out. His pink stiff cock looked like an attachment to his black apron the head searching for her entrance.
He angled his tip pushing in past the warm crocodile clip his cock feeling the electricity rush down his rod to his balls. He gave a groan of excitement, just bearable enough his sack feeling the power of the battery his own body tensing tightening his erection inside her hot deep tunnel.
“Oh God this was ecstasy!” He thought as with a slow final thrust he impaled her to the hilt. Her thighs gripped around his waist one of his hand on her ankle keeping her in this sexy embrace the other on her static filled ass pulling her onto his thrusting cock.
Debbie swayed her arms painful now her breasts slapping against his rubber apron nipples agitated by constant humming power. His cock was curved but solid like metal banana. He pumped her hard her wetness slurping back on him, her electrode clit rubbing his flesh; both bodies feeling the battery feed direct to their genitals.
His hand pulled up to her gag gripping the buckle unfastening with haste as he fucked in hard with angry, hungry thrusts.
The ball gag came free her beautiful oval yawn allowed to close her white teeth in an disgusted grimace. She gave embarrassing grunts of sensation her voice horse but audible.
“Oh fuck, oh ohhh, ohhh fuck!!!” She gasped, “I’ll admit to anything you want!”
She shook her head in embarrassment the mans face close to hers, close enough to see the hairs on her neck erect with tingling power. He was nodding and coaxing her; a dribbling grin on his face. The power was feeding into his blubbery body. His balls were tight as chestnuts feeling like they were vibrating in a tumbling drum. He groaned in delight.
“Look at me! Look at me fucking up inside you!”
With each upward thrust she grunted her tits springing skywards stretching the clip wires taut. He pressed his lips onto her lips forcing her mouth open, kissing her deeply breathing in her gasps. Pushing his hand into the arch of her back he could feel his cock nudging up to her limit; each bump making her eyes go wide her mouth making a deep belly grunt.
“Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!”
The sweat was pouring from his sexy toy, her face and long neck shining, her tits a steaming glow as the power continued to flow in a sensuous never-ending stream through her teats. He could feel her inside awash, her clit fizzing, his own cock and balls overloaded with the feeling of sliding back and forth inside her; mixed with the eye crossing electric stimulus.
His grunts were getting higher and higher as he neared explosion. But so too Debbie’s bucking yelps as her body increased its movement. Her hips gyrated on his cock; her pelvis stabbing forward onto him. Her stare was fixed, frightened, but excited at the same time.
“Oh I’m nearly there,” he cried matching her thrusts so both bodies slapped together with a dirty machine speed slopping noise.
“But you first.” He then groaned,” I can see it in your eyes! Come on girl let it pop!”
Debbie was thrashing her head her body thumping back and forth as she swung slightly away from his pelvis with each hard forward thrust then slamming back onto his rod. Since the power had been on trickle her sensations had been haywire her clit throbbing her body screaming for release. Now it was a new kind of torture, that of desperation. His angry stiff poker was hitting her high up inside against her cervix. With each downward swing her nipples seemed to be getting larger pushing off the adhesive tape, the electrode clips gripping resolutely to their hot pink nodes.
“Oh no, no, no! “
She moaned in self pity, her legs gripping his hips, her groin an inferno of power and piston action. She was nearing climax through gritted teeth the man grabbing a ripe swollen tits his hand numbing; his arm feeling the power shoot up to his shoulder.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She gave out a wail of ecstasy her voice echoing in the room, cursing the filthy man her sexy mouth a pout of indignation and pleasurable escape.
“Ooooooooooooooooo!!!!!” The room vibrated to her forced electric orgasm.
Her pouting moan turned to aching grunts as his pelvis continued to thump into her. He was coming too his hips thrusting hard and fast his war face locked, all teeth and snarling features. Debbie’s body was like a rag doll her head thrown from side to side her tits bouncing the clamps holding with solid intent. She was screaming now the clit fizzer still doing its work on her hypersensitive body.
“Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!”
She gave a cry of desperation her head swimming the post climactic sensation too much on her body. She could feel him erupting inside her tight wet hole. Henrick felt like his cock had been squeezed by a giant hand his eye hole spewing come like toothpaste shot from a stepped on tube. He squirted again such amounts that Debbie imagined any second she’d begin coughing his spunk from her mouth.
Her back arched her legs flailing toes out pointing to the walls, swiping in the air as she held tight on him a 3rd thrust delivering another cum explosion deep inside her.
As she bucked on his spurting cock her long legs flailing out her toe hit something. Something high up on the table, a switch, or dial? The effect was instant. The battery charge cranked up pumping intense voltage along the wires into Debbie’s clit and tits.
Hendricks orgasmic delight inside the wailing hot brunette lasted moments before his cock felt like it had been dipped in lava. As he stood and Debbie hung suspended, like a lighting rod his cock drew the power into his swelling balls, as the electricity raced to the earth the quickest way possible..
“Agggggggg Nien ohhhhhhhhhukkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!”
His heart couldn’t take it. Debbie’s head was lolling on her body limp as she feinted from the surge. He felt feint too but worse his heart was screaming. He fell back away from his suspended fuck toy hitting the table dragging the battery to the floor cutting the power.
But it was too late for him; his heart had stopped before his head had reached the floor. The fat fucker was dead.
It was only at the hours end the door viewing hatch opened for her captor to see in. Then the lights went out and she saw the green haze drag the body from the room. When he retuned he carefully unfastened her and examined her body making sure his merchandise wasn’t damage.
“Unfortunate,” the captor thought to himself,” he was a good customer.”
For Kris that afternoon when the hood came off she was looking at a door she had thought about over and over in her daydreams. There it was the brilliant steel door in an in descript concrete wall; flights of stairs down from an underground garage. It was just as she remembered. Kris saw the bulky guard standing next to her. He didn’t speak just turned and headed back up the stairs. However the tall vixen blonde remained and spoke without warmth.
“I hope you understand about the hood but it’s for your own safety that we remain undiscovered.”
Kris nodded and smiled. She did not smile back
Then the door clicked and opened and it all came flooding back. The clothing hall where you could dress your doll anyway you wanted. The instrument racks and cool devices of pleasure. The choices of rooms, even the ideas wall for those limited in perverse creativity.
The multi-millionaires stepped inside the other woman did not follow. As the door closed Kris knew the drill. Ahead were a plate glass window and a large metal drawer. To her right a sofa and coffee table with magazines; GQ, Vogue, etc
She took off her coat and slowly did a circuit of the room examining every detail of her play pen. She was in no rush. Suddenly the drawer slid open with a clank. Kris walked over her high heels echoing on the concrete floor and looked inside. There was a leather bound booklet. She opened it looking at the different pages. It has 8 beautiful girls in but only one page was ringed; that of long haired brunette who was super slim with fabulous breast and long sexy legs. Her name was Debbie.
“So a choice of one,” She thought, “well at least she didn’t disappoint.
She studied her, the feeling of arousal deep below. Her eyes wandered to the instruments and choices on offer. She’d browse the items available; she knew there was no rush as only the session was timed. Indulging in your preparation was a luxury she could enjoy.
She filled the tray with toys while singing a melody. It was a delightful shopping spree with each device sending her mind down different erotic vistas. She studied the picture a number of times until she was happy with her selection. Then finally she loaded it all in the tray and with a slam she pushed it through to the far side of the two-way mirror.
Next to the mirror was an intercom, she pressed the button.
A voice spoke almost as a whisper-“Explain?”
The voice listened as it had countless times. It had heard, seen incredible perversions, dark fantasies with no end. It waited while Kris gave her instructions then replied.”
“Take a seat and wait,” it said in the end without judging her requests in any way. Instructions were sometimes pre arranged, but the voice knew this was a last minute thing. “It will take a little longer to prepare.”
Kris waited trying to keep her breathing steady. She didn’t change she liked what he was wearing already, formal, dominant it would be sufficient. Flicking through the magazine she played with his nails and hair. She liked to look the part even if this “Debbie” wouldn’t appreciate it.
And the minutes passed doubts began to rise. She wondered what she was doing here, even about the sex dolls. “They were people after…”
It was with some relief that suddenly the second inner door finally opened into darkness. Kris pushed all doubts away. “Foolish girl!” She stood up and sauntered in with a swing of her hips. As the door closed behind the green glow and hum of night vision goggle came alive. And a hand reached out lifting Kris’s arm making her place her hand on a shoulder.
“Follow to the cell.” It said calmly.
As they walked slowly it explained the rules again but Kris was hardly listening.
“Only one hour.”
“You leave the other way.”
“The car will take you back to pick up point.”
In the completely black labyrinth she suddenly had a heart racing thought that it would be easy to add her to the collection. Who would ever know where she was. She pushed aside an urge to panic. “Fucking pull yourself together,” her mind hissed frustrated with herself.
The voice stopped talking and Kris heard a door lock been pushed- a six digit code. The door opened slightly light filling the corridor by a fraction inch.
“Your payment has cleared.” The voice said stepping back allowing enough door width for Kris to step through. “Enjoy your hour.”
Kris heart was pounding as she stepped into the room. “Oh hell she was going through with it again!”
Debbie was waiting. She was sat on high backed chair her arms behind her back wrists bound together with soft cuffs. She was dressed exactly in what Kris had chosen. Debs was in tight figure hugging white blouse, short blue skirt her legs together as she sat prim in knees high white socks and heeled black sensible shoes. Around her neck was a stripped short tie and her hair was loose but up in a messy bun behind her head.
In front of her was a desk with a cane laid across it along with the items Kris had selected on a nearby table.
Debbie wasn’t gagged and she panted slowly knowing every new experience was to be feared but accepted as inventible. Dressed as a schoolgirl fantasy she looked up under deep massacred eyes at Kris. It was clear this was not her normal middle aged balding fuck fanatic.
In front of her was a tall high heeled figure. Dressed in a black business skirt and suit Kris looked like a dominatrix headmistress. Her arrogant sexy face was framed by long blonde hair, her eyes wide and expressive, her lips tight but made fuller with deep pink lipstick. She too had a tight white blouse top her firm silicone tits heaving inside. Her black stockings defined her curved long legs her figure accentuated by the 6 inch black heels. Multi-millionaires businesswoman Kris paused to collect her composure.
She straightened the skirt and entered legs crossing slightly hips swaying just as she’d done the morning. A few pre negotiation flirtations always smoothed the deals. The opposing CEO had been harbouring a raging hard on under the board room desk all morning, there was no doubt. If only he knew her darkest perversions.
Debbie’s chest rose and fell as she controlled her pants. The blonde woman closed the door behind her then began to speak. Suddenly the countdown buzzer sounded and she paused for a second seeming unsure. Then her face-hardened and she picked up the cane.
“Do you know what it was like for me at school?” She asked with an arrogant disdain.
The voice was very sweet an American southern state drawl, smooth like molasses.
Debbie didn’t answer; the woman continued.
“Little hot bitches like you made my life a hell. I was different then and fuck didn’t you let me know it.” She gave a devious smile then whipped down the cane on the table.
“Well now little miss goody-goody teachers pet, I’m going to show you what nasty bitches like you deserve.” She moved closer, “you’re my little pet now.”
She pulled her hands down her body showing the impressive outline. “I may have been nothing to look at when at school but see what millions in the bank can do for you.” At her words and the sight of her captive Kris’s blood surged along with confidence. “Oh God,” She though her heart pounding,” I soo need this!”
She pushed the cane under Debbie’s chin lifting her pretty face up to look in her eyes.
Her manicured hand traced down Debbie’s shoulder then she ripped open the white blouse the hot brunette fine tits popping out. Two perfect globes the pink areola and nipples against her silky white skin. She pushed Debbie’s chin back striking down with the cane across the tops of her fabulous nipples the flesh springing down then up at the blow. Whoooosh!
“No Silicone there you little bitch! Bet you were really popular in class.”
Debbie yelped her ass bucking from the chair. The angry suited bitch repeated the whipping motion. Whoooosh!
“Sit still you bitch!” She snapped, “stick those points out further.” Kris felt her lust building. “Hot big titted teen queen and there’s nothing she can do to stop me!”
Debbie gritted her teeth arching her back presenting her teats… then whoosh another nipple springing strike. “Oh shit stop!” Debs screamed not expecting reprieve.
To her surprise it worked. “Oh so it speaks,” she said mockingly.
Kris gripped Debbie by the hair pulling her to her feet the waif girl teetering on her high heels, knees bending in on those stocking legs.
“Bend over!” Kris ordered pushing Debbie over the writing table pushing up the very short skirt to examine a bare ass and exposed slit. She pushed more, Debbie’s head on the table arms still behind her back knees together as she struggled to bend and stand at the same time. “Show me your rear!” The black clad witch shouted.
The cane came down on her ass and Debbie bucked, her ass buns wobbling at the strike. Kris was breathing heavily spanking the hot babe for all her worth over and over.
“Ill teach you, ill teach you little sluts to make fun of me,” she shouted as if in a trance.
Debbie was moaning and bucking at the strikes, the woman rough in her actions.
The bound brunette yelped and groaned as each ass wobbling strike.
“Are you a good girl?” Kris asked striking down with the cane. “Do you want to please miss?” Debbie nodded as another strike hit her with a bucking yelp. ”Yessss!”
She twisted Debbie over onto her back pulling her up so she sat knees together on the desk; blouse ripped open. Kris’s hands dropped the cane and cupped Debbie’s tits, her talons biting in as she twisted and mauled. The girl had amazing tits and Kris slavered as she examined them. “You’re beautiful and soo slim and petite.” She knew the woman was in her mid twenties, but she could so pass for 16.
Her hands held both breasts like ripe fruits fingers on nipples caressing them.
“Now Debbie I want you to call me miss. Is that clear?” Debbie nodded gritting her teeth at the powerful tit mauling.
Kris s hand went to her own blouse, unbuttoning it, pulling the fabric back either side of her big silicone breasts. Debbie eyes widened at the two firm dome type tits the nipples pointing straight at her like cannons. The forty year old had tits like a teens.
“Come closer,” she cooed pulling her bound fake schoolgirl to the edge of the desk, pushing her wet panting lips onto the bullet nipples, “Suck on my cherries my dear.”
Kris held Debbie’s head onto her tit the other hand reaching down to pull on Debbie own long nipples. The brunette bit slightly with the tugging sensation Kris gasping then twisting her captive’s nipples more. “Suck, not bite is that clear!”
Debbie nodded through her slurps; the saliva running in streams off the dome flesh dripping on to her own stocking knees. “What a hot little mouth you have.” Kris moaned above the sucking noises.
Kris wriggled as she breast fed her little slave until satisfied with her efforts she pulled away panting heavily. She looked to the side table where she had her chosen items placed. She picked up the length of thin rope coiling it in her hand and neared the seated Debbie. The girl stiffened herself as she hooped the rope under and around Debs full big melons; pulling tighter coiling her tits.
Debbie now looked like two pythons had captured a breast each and were slowly squeezing the life from them. Kris twisted the rope making her pray wince as her boobs ballooned more and more; until finally she secured a knot at Debbie back.
“Any disobedience and those lovely fat nipples are standing proud for a caning;” Kris said her finger trailing on one engorged teat.” Understand?”
Debbie nodded looking down at her reddening bust. “I understand,” she groaned, then added,” miss.”
Debs knew failure to please had its consequences. The guests rated all the girls 1-10 after each session. You had to get at least 8 in satisfaction or punishment was long and severe. Debbie’s experience with electro punishment earlier that morning had not been her first.
Kris pulled Debbie’s skirt away so now she sat in knees high socks, heels and a ripped open blouse. Her tits were ballooning as they struggled in their roped state.
Kris helped Debbie from the desk and then pushed her down on her knees. The nasty vixen then moved her hand down to the split in her own skirt pulling it back. Her other hand reached inside feeling her roused state.
“Now dear look at this!” She laughed.
Debbie for a second gasped; her eyes like saucers. Kris hand eased out her big fat cock and balls, pulling the split in her skirt wide enough for Debbie to she her angry manhood, shaved, pink but powerfully erect.
Kris gave a delighted grunt, “Oh yes my dear I’m not as much of a woman as you might have thought.” The girls expression of shock almost made Kris shoot her wad there and then. It was one of confusion mixed with revulsion.
The Million businesswomen was really a man. How she/he enjoyed the irony, the fawning over her by male business colleagues and associates. If only they knew. Some did and were never disappointed. Her old oil magnet partner was indeed her sexual partner; a wealthy man looking for the unobtainable. Something money found difficult to acquire. He found it both in Kris and this club. As a teen it had been a difficult time and she had never forgotten the taunts, teasing and bullying; especially from the girls.
She pulled Debbie onto her cock, the girls face blushing and confused all at the same time. One second she had been sucking the woman’s tits, now she was sucking the man’s cock.
Kris pushed back and forth holding Debs in place; pumping into her mouth the spittle flowing from the corner of her lips and she choked and gagged on the solid pink rod.
“Suck it suck my cock you little princess, “the transexual gloated. “All those fucking teen queen jibes, they all deserved this.”
She increased her pumping her balls slapping Debbie’s chin. “All you bitches need to be pumped full of dirty tranny jism!”
As Debbie’s beautiful mouth slid along her rod Kris’s anger was mixed with divine pleasure. The humiliation and retribution were intertwined. There were so many embarrassments to pay back; like the day the football team tied him naked to a post.
Or the time the queen bitches of the school cornered him in the changing room and made him wank to prove his was boy after all. Kris remembered their cruel laugher in his ears, watching him as he spat himself all over his own leg and locker door.
Now 20 or so years on Debbie was coughing and trying to move her mouth to accommodate her vengeful cock. The he was gone now only the confident she remained. The woman’s cock head slapped her tonsils then bulged on the inside of Debs cheek, the precome on her tongue the cock having waited patiently to be revealed. Kris gripped Debs with both hands holding the back of her head. The nasty tranny spread her legs, balls swinging, her tits glistening in sweat, her perfect makeup lips licking in delight.
The sloppy noise of saliva oiled skull fucking filled the room, the cock a dripping piston in Debbie mouth. Kris’s hands bit into Debbie neck her cock fucking the girls head with a demonic anger. “Yeah, yeah, yeah!”
It felt so good, the girl was choking as much on her own spittle as Kris’s deep throating dick. Each outwards movement drew a copious amount of salvia in a spray; like water spurting from a statues mouth on some ornate fountain.
Kris groaned sweetly in a gentle almost affectionate way.“Nearly there that’s it I’m going to come, come in your hot wise cracking mouth, don’t pull back, ah no don’t you dare sweetie.”
But at the last moment Kris did pull out getting control of herself, not wanting the pleasure to end, leaving Debbie gasping and spluttering.
Her cock now stood vertically to attention and she ripped away her skirt to show suspenders. Stripping her blouse open she stood there in heels, fishnets and nothing else her fabulous tits titanic over her slim figure and long shaped legs. She looked like a transsexual Monroe; an intention that had cost a fortune to achieve.
“Get up!” Kris gasped the heated room draining her. She gripped Debbie by her bound hands pushing her ass back onto the desk lifting her legs and opening her thighs.
“I’m going to fuck you now. Fuck you so hard your head will pop off!” Kris’s earlier nervousness vanished.
Debbie fell onto her back arms behind her pushing her shoulders up. The man, woman whatever was pulling her legs apart eager hands gripping an ankle each. The trannys cock waved wildly as she pulled herself between Debs thighs. Kristoff aka Kris pushed Debbie’s legs back towards her shoulders then bent forward angling her cock sliding down the girls slit till it touched the young woman’s hole; then….
The blonde bombshell thrust her hips forward filling Debbie with a sensational scream. Kris’s pelvis slapped hard between her slaves thighs her rock hard cock like a pole hammered deep to the hilt inside the slim bitch. Their eyes met the look of shock as the cock impacted inside Debbie made Kris scream in delight.
She pulled her hips back and thrust again, then again her cock and Debs chute making slurping and popping noises as she began to fuck with rhythm; all the while holding the girls legs apart. It was like she was pile driving a long iron bolt into a wall.
The desk rocked and creaked hot legs and ankles struggling under a trannys grip, Debbie’s pussy feeling long quick draws then stabs as a stiff cock repeated over and over its pumping.
Thut! Thut! Thut!
The sexy long haired brunette with the waif figure and cooking pot hard tits grunted wildly, the cock like steel, the grip of manicured nails biting her ankles. Above her was a beautiful face, wild and excited. The crimson lips full and sensuous, wicked eyes looking down in delight over two perfect soccer ball bouncing tits. All the while stunning flowing blonde locks framed that impossibly pretty face for a man.
“Ohn fuck!” Debbie squealed the sensation inside her strong and pounding. “You fucking dirty fucking weirdo.” She screamed in disgust and anger, gasping biting her lip trying to resist the internal chaos all the while Kris’s face hovering over her in carnal delight. “Aww you filthy bastard!”
The tranny didn’t respond just tightened her grip on the open wide ankles. Her hips gyrated and pumped like a dancing string puppet; fast, wild jerking movements.
The drool was dripping off Kris’s face. It dripped on her tits streaming to her nipples. Her clean shaven balls slapped on Debbie’s ass and the desk at the same time the whole thing creaking and rocking under the weight.
“Do you like that Debbie? Do you like hard tranny cock? Bet you never had that at school?” Kris teased gasping between thrusts.
The hot brunette shook wildly at the pummelling, her body feeling like it was been slowly jerked up the school desk till any second shed fall head first to the floor. Either that or the wooden legs would snap and both would collapse in a sweaty heap.
Phut! Phut! Phut! Phut!
Kris let go of the ankles both hands now gripping Debbie’s waste pulling her onto the cock. Then a hand went up to the girls head, gripping her hair again pulling her closer intent on each thrust feeling like it would ram up into Debs throat.
The gripped, bent brunette babe had no choice but to swing her long legs around the trannys hips, Debbie’s rope coiled tits bouncing even in their constricted state, her mouth open in a long deep groan of refusal and despair.
Phut! Phut! Phut! Phut!
She was still shaking her head, looking up at the dominatrix bitch, Kris’s own big tits bouncing in unison as she rammed home. Her hips increased in pace her tits now like crazy jelly moulds the nipples a blur of pink. Debbie’s eyes rolled in her head her mouth gasping for air.
“Oh you’re tight Debbie, sooo fucking tight.” Kris goaded as her cock impaled her like a hot knife through butter.
The sight of the gorgeous transsexual and the words of delight were overloading Debbie’s grip on reality. Her clit was on fire her chute a friction filled wet hot tunnel.
She coughed and gasped her teeth gritted in anger. Words spring from them almost without control of her mind.
“You fucking crazy bastard! Go on then fuck me! Fuck me you bitch!”
Debbie’s anger, embarrassment and despair spilled out in a carnal lustful tirade.
”Uggh fucking do it uggh harder ugggghh Harder bitch!” She spat.
The brunette’s words filled the cell with a hellish echo.
“More harder, harder, ugghhh yess yessssssssss!
Her body began to ooze, her pussy a flow of lubricant The trannys balls were spanking her ass like an eager audience. Encouraging the performance
“Oh I’m coming! You filthy fucking freak I’m coming on your cock! Ugggh yess ugggggggggg!!!”
Debbie’s back arched her pelvis raising up her teeth a horrified grimace of disgust and pleasure. She was having a wild angry orgasm gyrating on the cock her stunning legs pulling Kris onto her. She didn’t care, how could she, why should she. This latest humiliation with this she male was like falling into a sea of guilt free pleasure.
Like a survivor adrift in an ocean with no hope of rescue she was letting the waves wash over her as she had no choice but to drown.
Kris’s body was like and inferno the hand and tit bound bitch writhing; her hot tight tunnel now so slippery she feared she’d slip out. Debbie’s body felt looser the strong grip of her muscles lost in exhausting and ejaculation. Kris pulled from Debbie’s cunt pulling her seated onto her ass then thrusting her cock up to Debs chin.
The orgasmic fiery woman understood opening her angry mouth the cock filling her to the tonsils. Debbie mouthing obscenities total abandonment.
“You made me cream myself you bitch is that what you mmmmfff!”
Debbie was silenced as her lips closed around sweaty cock almost to Kris’s base.
Feeling the deep throated gulp of her captive Kris announced her intent in a high pitched gasp, “Oh darling it’s coming out, all of it ohhhhhhhhhh!!! ”
One, two, three salvia smeared lip encircled thrusts and the tranny erupted filling Debbie’s mouth with long streams of semen. The girls throat felt the torrent spitting slime into her gullet, the babe gulping but not pulling back.
Her lips sucked hard on the member trying to draw her evil assailer balls up through his spewing eye hole. Debbie’s mind said no but her heart wanted to hear the bastard groan with pleasure, as his tube was sucked empty.
“Fucking give me it all then you jisz spunking bitch!” Debbie mind shouted in her deranged state.
Kris balls were screaming as they emptied at double time and she had a second of fear thinking this manic woman might snap her cock off in spite. The tranny pulled away quickly, Debbie mouth dripping come her body lolling to one side, teetering as if she’d fall from her seated position. She groaned herself disgusted with her words and actions and her filthy inner voice. But she couldn’t deny her pussy was still smouldering and her heart racing like she was still wired by the tits.
Kris staggered away come dripping from the seeping eye hole to the floor. She calmed herself for a moment then began to tear her final clothes from her body like a desperate soul in a never-ending desert. Her cock was dripping remnants her silicone tits sweaty bronzed domes. She looked to the table for her other items.
“Now” Kris said stopping to cough and take a breath, “get over here and really satisfy me.”
The tranny held up an eyeless gimp mask and jug of baby oil.
Debbie looked at the items in her hands, and pulled herself from the desk. She stood in her dishevelled schoolgirl state. She didn’t care, in fact she knew she’d come again the tidal waves of disgust and depravity unstoppable.
“Yes mistress,” she said in a tired but sensual voice of total compliance.
The hour was nearly up when the captor turned his green vision off. He’d reached the cell door; the keypad counting down the last minutes till it would open again. His hand searched for the slot in the darkness and he slid the small view hole open.
He could see in the final acts of his client’s hour.
There was a woman like some golden Amazon sat long legs apart her naked bronzed body covered in oil. Her brilliant blonde hair and striking features along with DD breasts made her like some 50’s movie icon. Only the rampant cock that she wanked between her own legs broke the image of female perfection.
It was clear she was about to come her eyes swapping wildly between her imminent volcanic cock tip and her other hand.
To her side squatted Debbie the sexy slave also bronzed head to toe in oil. Her arms remained behind her naked body her tits now free massive in arousal, nipples like lead shot. She was bouncing up and down her head like that of a hooded falcon, black skull cap, sealed eye sockets. The mouth piece was zipped closed a rubber ball gag hidden inside her closed jaw. Her anus had been inflated with a spiked rubber balloon the black sealed tube trailing like a long tail. She was snorting through two tiny nostril holes her mind a kaleidoscope of flashes in her blacked out world.
Debbie had Kris’s hand buried wrist deep up her pussy as she was fisted her like a life size glove puppet. The wrist a blur of oiled pink flesh as Debbie’s lips slurped and chewed on it as she bounced up and down. The tranny’s other hand similarly animated on her own cock, like back in that locker room many years ago.
As the Captor closed the view hole he heard ecstatic groans of pleasure from his client and even higher pitch whines of release from his slave.
The digital timer counted down the last moments then beeped and his client session was now over. Any moment she would have to leave.
He turned on his goggles with the customary green haze and the nasally mechanic wine returned. The death in the morning had been unfortunate for business, but now he was sure he had found a new and eager repeat customer as a replacement.
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