Fantasy Bondage House

 

CHAPTER 1

Dreams and Wishful Thinking

Charlotte wasn't sure when it all began. It was an early age, about the same time she started thinking about sex. It started innocently enough. She was still playing with boys, neither of them knowing or caring anything about sex. It was a game of Cowboy and Indians. Charlotte was the youngest, so she was picked to be one of the Indians. A squaw, though she was an Indian Princess. The cowboys captured the Indians, they always did. The Indian Chief was a mousy boy that was not much older than Charlotte. Before she knew what was happening, the other five boys, the cowboys, had pulled out some ropes and Charlotte and the Chief were tied to a tree. Her arms were pulled behind the tree trunk, a rope around her slim waist holding her pinned to the large trunk of the tree. Even her ankles were bound. That was the first time she felt it—dampness between her legs that she didn't understand.

The boys started tickling her once they had her secured. In shorts and a tee shirt, Charlotte found herself with ten hands running over her body as she struggled in the tight ropes. The more she struggled, the more the ropes hurt, the more the dampness increased. They were all laughing as they tickled her, but one boy, Mickey Thomas was different. He had a serious look on his face and his hands slipped under her tee shirt. While the others tickled her as she squirmed, his hands slid higher up under her tee shirt until she felt the first touch of a boy's fingers on her nipples. Her breasts were not even formed yet, but her nipples got hard, Charlotte not understanding why. He pinched one of her nipples and then it was over as fast as it started, the boys releasing her, all of them laughing about it.

A harmless fantasy, sure that many girls had one like it or similar. For Charlotte, it was the start of a long journey that she was just coming to grips with. You would have never expected anything like this to be in her head. Twenty-five years old, she had red hair, natural red hair, not a touch of dye used to make it this color. Her skin was fair, redheads tended to have lots of freckles, Charlotte no exception. Charlotte was different in one category. She had brown eyes, not green eyes. A rarity, one that she told everyone if they didn't notice. She felt special because of it. She wasn't sure why she had such an innocent look on her face, maybe it was the brown eyes or the small, pert nose or maybe the small oval mouth that always smiled. She could get away with anything, no one able to comprehend that she could do anything wrong. She could cover her eyes with mascara, paint her lips with ruby red lipstick, yet no one would ever consider her the bad girl.

She didn't dress to highlight her figure but didn't try to hide it. She worked too hard to keep it that way. Charlotte had 36-C's, the same as the redheaded actress Christina Hendricks, who plays feisty secretary Joan Holloway in the American drama Mad Men. When the show came on cable, Charlotte almost wanted to boast that they both had the same bra size. Charlotte even went as far as to buy a sexy red dress like her, though she never wore it out in public. She would look like a sex siren in it. The dress did hug her ass nicely, Charlotte walking back and forth with her back to the mirror so she could see the gentle sway of her buttocks. She had long legs, at five feet, nine inches, she was taller than most girls, almost as tall as the average male, but no one ever noticed that. They never got past looking at her breasts.

Her sex life and history was uneventful, if you could describe it that way. She lost her virginity at sixteen, like most girls, in the back seat of a car; at least it was a Mercedes, though it was the boy's parents' car. She dated regularly through high school and college but never had a steady boyfriend longer than six months at a time. In college, she told herself it was because she was dedicated to her education. After school, it was her job that took her traveling too much to have a serious relationship.

She graduated with honors in a little over three years, onto grad school where she got an MBA. Her parents were not poor, though not rich, yet they paid for almost all of school. She went to work for one of the big four accounting firms, passed her CPA exam on the first try and has been bored since then. It was challenging but not exciting. At twenty-five years old, she felt fifty. She was looking for something new.

* * * *

"You ever been tied up by a man?" It was after their third drink, dancing and finally sitting back down, Charlotte sitting across from her best friend from college, Rachel. She didn't say anything, so she repeated it, not sure if she heard her over the loud music. "You ever been tied up?"

"I heard you," Rachel said, thinking about how she wanted to answer it. Even best friends had some secrets, mostly about sex. She wasn't sure if she never said anything because she was afraid of how her best friend would react or was she ashamed of what she did. "Yes," she blurted out, but she could already feel the blush on her face. Rachel wasn't as good looking at Charlotte or as successful, but she never felt that she was inferior.

Charlotte was surprised by her answer. "How come you never told me?"

"I don't know," Rachel answering back.

"Are you going to tell me now?" Two men came up to the table to ask them to dance, Charlotte hating that she wouldn't know the answer right away but never push a man away, especially two as handsome of these. Charlotte and Rachel got up and moved to the dance floor. Rachel was a better dancer than Charlotte, her body moved as if she were making love to the man in front of her, her hips gliding with such ease. Charlotte struggled to keep beat with the music. They danced through three songs, the last slow, Charlotte feeling the strong hands around her waist drawing her against him until she felt the unmistakable bulge of his prick against her. She tried to pull away, but his hand slid lower, almost on her ass, keeping her pinned against him as his prick moved salaciously back and forth over her mound. He ground his hard organ along her slit and all she could do was get wet. Finally, the song was over, both of them going back to their table, leaving the men. Charlotte looked over at them when they sat back down and they were already dancing with two new girls. The one she danced with didn't need to be so demanding with his new partner, the girl almost fucking him on the dance floor.

"Let's go outside. I can use so fresh air," Rachel finished up her drink. She didn't want to explain to Charlotte in the middle of a noisy, crowded bar.

Charlotte was ready to go anyway. She hated the way her body reacted to the last man. He forced himself on her, and all she could do was grow aroused by it. Is that what it would be like if a man tied me up? "How about if we go someplace and have a cup of coffee?"

"Yes, that would be good. My ears are ringing." Rachel got up and followed Charlotte out the door. Lots of men looked at them as they left, almost the same way Rachel looked at Charlotte, her eyes drawn to her ass, her skirt hugging the twin buttocks in such a delightful way. They swung back and forth almost seductively. Rachel wasn't a lesbian, but she wouldn't turn Charlotte out of her bed, though in all their years of friendship, the opportunity never came up.

They sat at the table in Denny's, the place almost empty. The waitress brought them coffee quickly and then disappeared. "Well?" Charlotte was anxious.

"It was two years ago," Rachel finally beginning, though it was fresh in her mind and in her masturbation fantasies.

"Bill Thompson," Charlotte blurted out after trying to remember whom Rachel dated two years ago.

"Are you going to let me tell the story or are you?"

"Sorry," Charlotte responded sheepishly.

"No, I broke up with him already. His name was Sam. We only went out twice." Rachel could see the shocked look on Charlotte's face, Rachel allowing a man that she hardly knew to tie her up. "He was a real gentleman on our first date, just dinner and a movie. He barely kissed me, though he was a great kisser. On our second date, we went to an early movie, dinner afterward. We both drank a little too much. One thing led to another, and I found myself at his house a couple of blocks away. It was a beautiful condo on the tenth floor of the building, all glass on one wall opening up the night and the lights below as if it wasn't real. He brought me a drink, Tom Collins, lots of ice and one for him. He didn't let me take a drink, kissing me instantly. He wasn't as gentle as before, but it didn't seem to bother me then. In fact, I kind of liked it. He was a real man. His tongue entered my mouth, jabbing in and out and all I could think about was that it felt like his prick. I responded to him, my tongue darting out and dancing with his. His mouth was pushed tight against my lips, almost sucking all the air from me, my nostrils flaring, but I didn't care. I found myself loving that my body was surrendering. He must have felt it, too, because he became more demanding, more domineering." Rachel stopped for a second, taking a sip of her coffee, noticing the way that Charlotte's large breasts were heaving. She was growing aroused by the story. So was Rachel, just as she always did when she was naked and in her own bed.

"Did this really happen?" Charlotte could barely catch her breath, almost feeling as if she were there and not Rachel. "How come you never told me before?"

"I wasn't sure you would understand, and yes, it's true, every single word of it. Now, you want me to continue?"

"Oh, yes, tell me every detail." Charlotte clenched her legs together, squeezing her pussy muscles as she felt the dampness growing.

"We were on the couch—modern, with lots of chrome. It didn't take long until his hands began to move over my body, but I seem to recall that I took one of his large hands and placed it on my breast before he did it. He squeezed hard, my reward, as I moaned loudly. God, I never felt anything like it before. His lips moved down my neck, his tongue leaving a wet trail on my skin, his hand clenching and unclenching on my breast as my nipple soared to such hardness. His tongue dug into my ear, again my thoughts of his prick sliding in and out of me racing through my head. I found my body sliding down onto the couch until I was on my back, Sam kneeling over me. I watched as two large hands engulfed my breasts, not to caress them, but they kneaded them like bread dough. I could feel the way my nipples sprang to attention, begging to be touched in the same way. I lost two buttons when he pulled my blouse open, but I didn't care, his hands finding the bare skin of my belly before they slid up under my bra. He didn't even open it, instead his hands finding the hot flesh of my naked breasts and pulling the bra up until it was under my chin. I looked at the way he looked at them, smirking as I felt the way my naked flesh was pushed through his strong fingers as he squeezed them like melons. No one had ever touched me like that before."

Charlotte could imagine the way her naked breasts looked; red marks where his fingers had dug into the tender flesh. Charlotte's nipples hurt, too hard from the story.

"I watched in slow motion as his head moved down to my naked breasts, his five o'clock shadow feeling like sandpaper as his head moved into my cleavage. He shook his head back and forth; as my breasts formed a pillow around his face. It felt like he was rubbing my skin raw, but all I felt was the frantic clenching of my pussy muscles. I cried out in joy when his lips clenched onto one of my nipples. He was impatient, sucking the hardened tip into his mouth, his teeth trapping it just below the nipple as the powerful suction forced it to grow elongated. It felt like he was going to pull it from my chest, but then his tongue came out and attacked the sensitive tip. My panties were drenched as his tongue played back and forth over the tip until it hurt so bad and felt so good. He worked over one nipple for at least five minutes before he concentrated on the other. His fingers found the unprotected one, and I felt the pleasure as his strong fingers pinched it so hard that the blood felt like it was swelling up into a balloon in the tip. I couldn't control my lower body, humping up and down frantically, wanting to feel a prick between my legs. His mouth and head moved back and forth between my breasts for long minutes, keeping me on the edge. I wanted so much to reach down and grab his prick, but I didn't, lying submissively on my back, naked to the waist as he worked over my breasts."

Rachel could barely breathe, thankful the waitress came over to fill their coffee cups as Rachel struggled to contain her arousal. She could see that Charlotte was suffering a similar state of arousal.

Charlotte was glad that she finally left, putting a little bit of crème in her coffee before she let one of her hands slip below the table and into her lap. She kept it still, but she wanted so much to thrust it under her skirt and rub her pussy.

"I wasn't prepared for what he did next. He sat up, his large hand grabbing my ankles and pinning them together. He flipped me over onto my belly as though I didn't weigh a thing. My face was pushed into the seat of the couch, but I felt one hand pushing down on my back and keeping me pinned down while the other hand made short work of my bra. He flipped me over again, this time completely naked to the waist. He grabbed my wrists, pulling them high over my head. I could feel the way my breasts were thrust out, Sam still not relenting until my body was pulled taut. He managed to hold my two wrists together with one hand as he gazed at my stretched, half-naked body.

"'Spread your legs,' his words rang out. It wasn't a request but a demand. His hand slid down to my legs and yanked up my skirt until it was over my belly. I should have pushed him off and run from the room, but with only a whimper of surrender, my legs parted until I felt a strong hand between my thighs. I had to fight the orgasm in my body when his fingers dug into my mound as he grabbed me like a bowling ball, one finger pushing my panties between my lips. Like my breasts, his hand continued to move, clenching and unclenching as my hips humped back shamelessly on the masturbating fingers. He was still holding my arms with one hand while the other worked between my legs. I felt the disappointment when he stopped, but from out of nowhere, he was holding a small coil of red rope. My heart stopped beating, and I felt the sudden panic. It was just as I would imagine that it would feel like when you finally realize that you were going to be raped and there was nothing you could do about it. He released my hands, but I didn't move them an inch. I felt a mini-orgasm race through my body when the ropes were curled around my wrists and tightened for the first time. I couldn't describe the feeling of helpless surrender that went through my head. I looked over my head as he curled the rope repeatedly around my wrists, the red ropes highlighted against my white skin. He pulled the rope through the chrome arms of the couch, this time my body stretched tighter than before. I tugged on the ropes when he released them, feeling the pain as the rope dug into my flesh. He sat back up, his eyes devouring my half-naked and defenseless body bound to the couch.

"He pulled my skirt off, my panties ripped off with such force. I didn't have to be told as he stared between my legs at my naked pussy. I spread my legs until I displayed all of my charms to him. I never felt so exposed or excited. But, he wasn't finished yet, more rope coming out of nowhere. I knew where it was going, grabbing one of my ankles, pulling my leg to the floor. He made short work of securing it to the base of the couch. I don't know why I was unprepared for the next, the rope lapped around my other ankle. He stood up and moved to the back of the couch. He pulled the rope and I watched helplessly as my other leg was pulled up high and back until it was over the top of the couch. It felt like my crotch was being split up the middle, my pussy lips slipped open as my legs were spread like a shameless whore. My body was almost bent in two, completely naked and legs spread, waiting for him to have his way with me." She had to stop and take another drink or else she would cum in the booth. She knew like the other times she thought of this, just a touch would set off a chain of orgasms that would race through her body.

Charlotte found her hand moving between her legs when Rachel stopped talking for a moment. She pulled her hand away, hoping that she hadn't noticed what she was doing. Charlotte could almost feel that it was happening to her, not Rachel. Her legs were even spread wide, quickly clenching her thighs tight. "Were you scared?"

"I was scared out of my wits, but it also made me so aroused, aroused like I never felt before. Sam stood over me like a giant, staring down at my naked body, but he never looked into my eyes. He was staring at my spread-open pussy, Sam licking his lips as one hand stroked a growing erection pushing out his pants. I watched in awe as he stripped naked. His cock was huge, a long erection that his hand continued to stroke. I wanted to feel it inside me and fuck back, but I knew the way I was bound that I could only take whatever he decided to dish out. This was to be no gentle lovemaking. He was going to fuck me hard and fast, and I wouldn't have any say in it. He kneeled between my legs, and the thing I felt first was his teeth breaking the skin of the tender skin of my thigh. He bit high up, where my leg joined my torso, so close to my pussy that I could feel the heat of his breath blowing inside me. I came within seconds that his lips touched my pussy. With my pussy lips spread so wide, his tongue entered me without any trouble, his hands under my naked ass, lifting me up as if I were an offering. It only took two times for his tongue to slice in and out and I came all over his face like a man. My body bucked and shuddered in uncontrollable pleasure, but the tight ropes that dug into my skin only trigged another orgasmic shudder through my body. I never came so hard and long, his tongue relentless as it worked me from one plateau to another. He finally let my body relax, looking at me, his face glistening with my juices from cheek to cheek. His erection still jutted out in front of him, and I knew that I would have to service his pleasure now. Bound the way I was, I was open for him to do anything to me. My pussy, my mouth, even my ass could be fucked, and I could do nothing to stop him.

"It didn't take him too long to decide, sitting between my legs as he took his long cock and slid it up and down my slit until my juices coated it liberally. In spite of having cum, my arousal returned as I felt the head of his prick push aside my lips and fought to force open the muscles of my pussy. Without any more preliminaries, he thrust with his hips, and I felt the smooth head of his prick force open my tight hole and enter me. He didn't stop, my pussy so slick that I took five inches of him in one powerful thrust, slamming into my cervix in spite of how aroused I was. I went from empty to full in seconds, my muscles folded around the hot flesh of his prick, tightening my muscles to give him all the pleasure he wanted. I never felt so full or taken as I did then. He pulled out; as I clutched his prick as it withdrew, feeling like my insides were being sucked out. I could feel my pussy pulling open as the thick head almost pulled free, but then his hips reversed course, and I was impaled on his erection once again. I couldn't move as he began to fuck me hard, his hips a blur as he stroked my insides with each thrust. Luckily, I was drenched; otherwise, the friction would have burned me up. His stamina was unbelievable, moving from side to side until I could feel his prick touching spots that had never been touched before. I was sure that his prick was still growing as he fucked me, Sam battering my bound body."

"I could tell that he was ready to cum, his breathing rapid, the sweat dripping off of him onto my naked body as he continued to pummel my pussy with his prick. His hands slid under my naked ass, digging into my sweaty buttocks. He guided my body up so he could take me with the deepest penetrations. His fingers pulled my buttocks so far apart that the pucker was out of my anus, feeling the uncontrollable clenching of the spread hole. No man had ever tried to touch me there, so I had the first tremors of uncomfortable shudders in the tight muscle of my anus, but also the strange feeling of sexual excitement in a place that I never considered erogenous. I was afraid that his fingers would creep closer to my virgin hole, but his climax came instantly. His body stiffened as he sank deep inside me. I could feel his organ flexing, but then he pulled out, deserting my pussy. I could only watch as he got off of me, straddled my upper body until his prick bounced in front of my face. He began to pump it back and forth, and all I could do was stare at it. I clenched my lips tight as the hole in the head began to open up and out shot a powerful jet of white, milky crème that arched up landed on my nose with a thud. I felt the hot cum burning my skin, but all I could do was clench my lips tight as the crème slowly slid down my flesh."

"Three times he came on my face, the third time not shooting far, so he rubbed the climaxing head over my lips as I felt the hot crème paint my lips like a coat of lipstick. He didn't pull away for a while, feeling his hot flesh rub his drying cum into my complexion."

Charlotte couldn't believe that he had cum on her face. "Did he untie you?" Charlotte couldn't imagine how Rachel must have felt when she was unbound, naked on his couch, both of the content in their orgasms, the arousal gone, only the awkwardness of the situation now.

"He untied my legs, untying my hands from the couch but he left my wrists bound. I tried to get up to stretch my body, but his hands were on my shoulders and he pushed me to the floor. My face was only inches from his semi-erect organ, still slick with his juices. My hands were bound and I didn't make any attempt to move them. His hand grabbed his semi-erect cock, and I felt the slick head run over my face, as he scooped up the rivers of drying cum. I felt the first touch on my lips and then his demand. 'Open your mouth.' I had never swallowed a man's cum or let one cum in my mouth, but I knew I had no choice. I opened my mouth, but it wasn't wide enough for him. I could feel the slick head pushing open my lips until I felt it pop inside and slide over my tongue, bathing it in the salty taste of his cum. 'Use your tongue,' he instructed me. I did as he said, cleansing the abundant cum from his prick until I could feel his cock growing erect again. Once he was hard again, his hands went to my head. He guided me, making me take him deep into my mouth, my tongue tiring from slaving away on his prick, but he never let me rest. Not until he was ready to cum, this time he didn't pull out. I tried to pull away when I felt the unmistakable stiffening of his muscles, but he only drove his prick deep into my mouth. I felt it flex, slapping against the roof of my mouth, and by time it returned to my tongue, it was already spewing his abundant crème onto my waiting tongue. I don't know how it did it so fast or so abundant, but my cheeks ballooned up as my mouth was filled with cum. Jet after jet filled me as I struggled not to breathe or swallow."

By this time, Rachel would have cum at home, but she had to go over every last detail. Having to swallow his cum was the hardest and worst part of the whole thing, always out of her dreams, her orgasms over by time she would have reached that part. She never did that again with a man, though she had never been bound again and forced to perform that task. It's not the kind of request you ask a date.

Charlotte had never even sucked a man's prick before, always using her hands to make him happy if he was too demanding. She never thought of being bound and forced to suck a man's prick and receiving his crème in her mouth. She was sure that she would vomit if she had to do such a despicable thing. "I'm sorry," Charlotte said, not sure what response she should give.

"Don't be sorry. I would do it again without thinking. It's just not that many men are that forceful, too many afraid that it would be seen as rape. I would be ashamed that if I asked to be bound, he would look at me like I am some pervert." Rachel waited a minute before she asked the question. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. It's just been in my head for a long time and it's growing stronger." Charlotte was becoming afraid of her dreams, afraid that they would become reality.

"Have you ever been bound?" Rachel was just as curious.

"No, well, yes, but it was when I was real young and we were playing cowboys and Indians. Nothing sexual though," she lied. She could still make her nipples hard without touching them by going back to that one time long ago.

"Do you want to?"

"I'm scared," Charlotte admitted. "Yet, deep down, something inside me wants to. It's probably never going to happen. Not likely that a handsome man is going to walk up to me and ask if he can tie me up and ravage me." Charlotte laughed nervously.

"I know what you mean. As much as I dream about the one time it happened to me that will probably be the first and last time."

The conversation quickly changed, both of them getting a slice of pie to go with their coffee, yet each of them couldn't put their fantasies out of their heads.

 

 

CHAPTER 2

Life-Changing Events

Charlotte's head began to fill of thoughts of her life and where it was going. She wasn't happy with her job, even though she was successful. She began to think of leaving the company, maybe a small accounting firm. She didn't want to be far away from the city, but it might be nice if it was a small town that was close to one. That way, she would have the best of the two worlds.

* * * *

She was looking through the current issue of the Journal of Accountancy. Charlotte was just about to push it aside when she saw the listing of accounting firms for sale. One stood out as if it was in red letters, yet it was the smallest ad among the others. It read;

Small Pennsylvania auditing and tax practice in Allentown, Pennsylvania for sale. Sixty miles from Philadelphia with clients local and in the Philadelphia region. Retiring after twenty years with the practice, looking for someone with the experience and marketing abilities to make it grow. Varied clients. Will finance part of the sale with a short-term (five-year) loan at below current rates. No brokers please. Call 610-555-1212.

Charlotte tore the page out of the magazine and put it in her purse. She would be out of the office this afternoon; she would make the phone call when she could speak in private. Only a few hundred miles away, she loved Pennsylvania.

* * * *

"Jenkins Tax and Accounting"

"Can I speak to the owner," Charlotte asked the man that answered, though she suspected it was he.

"This is Will Jenkins. What can I do for you?"

It must have been fate when she heard the name of the company. "This is Charlotte Jenkins. I am interested in some information about your firm. I saw it was for sale and you already renamed it for me."

He heard her voice, guessing her to be in her twenties or early thirties and female. "You have the right name, but I'm not sure the practice is what you are looking for."

"Why don't you tell me about it, and then I can decide that." She was a little short with him, but he seemed to have already made up his mind. Accounting had opened up to women decades ago, what did he have against me?

She got it all wrong, telling by her voice. He began to tell her about it. He had it for twenty years, having bought it from another practitioner. It was lucrative and could be bigger if the new owner had the inclination and the skills to hire and manage other accountants.

"How much are you asking?" It sounded just like what she was looking for. A few larger clients that brought in substantial revenue that had been with him for years, but also a smattering of small mom-and-pop businesses that had the chance to grow and become more lucrative.

"I own the building it's in, but I am willing to give you a five-year lease at generous terms with the option to buy." Will gave her the price, and he heard silence for a second. "I will finance fifty percent of the price for five years at 2% interest. Cash flow is more than sufficient to fund the buyout and still give the owner a good living. Allentown is a lot less expensive than Philadelphia."

"I would like to come down and talk to you about it, in person." All of a sudden, she became excited about it.

"I'm not sure if you would be the right fit for the practice," he blurted out. He hated to waste her time for something that wouldn't be what she was expecting.

Charlotte was taken back again. It was a funny way to sell a practice, trying to put off a buyer that was interested. What could it be except that I was a female? "Am I too young or too female?" Her voice rose up when she said it.

"I'm sorry," Will blurted out when he heard her protest. "It's not that," he tried to explain. "It's my clientele. It's varied."

"There is nothing wrong with varied clients." She still didn't understand.

"About twenty-five percent of my business is adult-oriented businesses, including one of my largest audit clients. I'm not sure that you would be comfortable going into them, or if you have any moral objection to them. I would hate to sell you clients that you wouldn't want to service."

Charlotte had been reading erotica since she was a teen. She knew more about sex from books than she did in real life. She would have no trouble going into an adult bookstore. "I'm very open minded, Will. I don't think that would be a problem. When can we talk in person?"

"You tell me when you would like to come down. I will make myself available."

"Next Friday morning would be good. I'll drive down Thursday night. How about nine A.M.?"

"I look forward to meeting you, Charlotte." Will hung up the phone. Maybe it was finally time for him to retire. He hadn't had more than a few phone calls, and he suspected they were from brokers, not interested buyers. He wasn't that big to be interesting to most and out of the way. Not even a merger partner would consider him based on his clientele.

* * * *

It was May and already starting to get warm, so Charlotte was able to put the top down on the red Mustang. She loved the sound of the duel exhaust when she put her foot into it, the speed climbing quickly on the highway. She left work early so she could get there before dark. Allentown was not that big of a town, a little over one hundred thousand people. She found the Wingate hotel and checked in quickly. Nice room, and in May, the rates were reasonable. The sun was just starting to set, so she hurried out, wanting to see the practice before the morning. She drove by the small building, the practice taking the bottom floor, two floors above it taken up by executive suites. It was in a good section of town, looking safe and respectable.

She found it by accident, the Federal Grill and Cigar Bar. The girl at the door looked at her when she walked in alone but seated her at a nice booth in the large dining room. It didn't take her long to find out that the house specialty was Angus fillets, Charlotte having a love for red meat. Not the most popular idea nowadays, but she limited her intake. She worked too hard on keeping her figure. It was every bit as good as she was told, melting in her mouth. She had two scotches before she finished and went back to the Wingate.

Morning came quickly, grabbing a quick bite at the breakfast buffet, more for the coffee than anything else. She wasn't good until she had two cups of coffee in her. It was still a bit brisk, but that didn't stop her from putting the top down. She was quite a sight to see, her red hair blowing in the breeze of the red convertible. She pulled into the parking lot at the side of the building. She dressed casually. He was selling his business, not the other way around. He should be trying to impress her.

He was just what she expected of Will. He was late sixties; white hair cut short, black glasses. He dressed casually in a slacks and a shirt, but the shirt was a dress shirt and the slacks looked like the bottom part of a suit. He almost looked out of place without a tie. Charlotte suspected that even in small towns, the locals expected their accountants to look like businesspersons. The thoughts of casual clothes for work were already out the window. "Good morning, Will," she said with a cheery smile as if she knew him for years.

She wasn't at all what he expected. He had checked her credentials with the AICPA, but he never saw a picture of her. She was qualified to take over the practice, more than qualified. Yet, she was young and she was a redhead with a gorgeous figure. If I were only thirty years younger, maybe forty. "Welcome to Allentown. I hope your drive was okay." He took her hand, a firm grip. She was confident. "Coffee?"

"Always." They went into the small conference room, Charlotte mildly surprised that it was loaded with the latest high-tech gear. "I see you keep up your practice."

"I might be older, but I am not ancient." He smiled back at her as she sat down. He took out the folder of the presentation that he had done for her. "You can look at this while I get your coffee."

She was already into the numbers, a small calculator next to her by the time he brought the coffee back. She didn't even look up except to find the coffee cup and take a sip before she was back crunching the numbers. He didn't say a word until she was ready.

Charlotte had already checked out real estate prices in Allentown before coming and with the revenue he was taking in, she would have no trouble paying off the financed portion of the purchase price in five years and still have enough to live on quite well. She had saved quite a bit since she began to work and with a small loan from her 401(k), she could pay the fifty percent down and still have enough left for an emergency fund in case she lost some of the clients. She put the proposal aside.

"I'm interested in your practice. What about the lease of the offices?" Charlotte was getting excited.

"I get $14.25 a square foot per year for the upstairs. This is a better space, but I will give you a five-year lease for $12.00 with cost of living increases only. And if you want an option to purchase it, I will give you right of first refusal." The building was paid for so he had no intention of selling. It would provide him a good cash flow in retirement. Along with the money from the practice, he would be set for a long life. She didn't say a thing about the practice yet and its price.

"I didn't see a customer list in the proposal, how is it split between large and small clients?"

I have ten clients that bring in about 60% of the revenue, the largest representing 20% of the total revenue. None of the other clients is more than 1% of the total. My oldest clients have been with me since I bought the practice twenty years ago, the newest is two years old. I decided to sell last year, so I haven't done much marketing for new clients so the potential is there for a new owner."

"I would expect an escrow of one hundred thousand dollars for one year and fifty thousand for the second year based on me keeping the top ten clients." Charlotte didn't want to find that 60% of her business walked out the door on the first day.

"I could live with that all except for my largest customer. The one that is 20% of my business." Will had his concerns with that one.

She was shocked by that counterproposal. She couldn't afford to lose the largest client. "Is he ready to walk now?" That could change the deal.

"No, that's not it. He has been with me for almost ten years. Very happy with me and he's extremely profitable and growing."

His curious aversion to her at first came back to her when they first talked. Adult-orientated businesses. "What kind of business does he have?"

She was a quick thinker. "Yes, he is in the adult-oriented business. I would be afraid that you would kill the deal more than he would. I couldn't guarantee that one. You would have to take the chance that you can retain him and keep him happy with your services."

"I'm not a prude. I have no trouble going into adult bookstores. The owners are just businesspersons with a unique product to sell."

"Michael is different. It's not a bookstore. He owns Fantasy Bondage House. It's about 30 miles south on 76. He owned it for five years and the last two years he has expanded it and it grew."

A shiver ran up the hairs on the back of her neck when she heard it. Bondage house. "I can't say that I have been in one of those," she had to admit. "Tell me about it."

"It's more night club than anything else. You wouldn't think that it would flourish out here, but it does. The place is packed on the weekends. He's expanded it to over twenty-five thousand square feet. I've only seen it when it's closed to the public, still a bit of the puritan in me. If I had to describe it, I guess I would say a nightclub mixed with private dungeons. I've seen his bar receipts. It's not cheap. Customers come from Philadelphia and also the City. He seems to have the Midas touch."

Charlotte could already imagine him. Leather pants that were poured on, a fat bulge in the front showing off his tool. He would be without a shirt, hairy chest and bulging muscles, probably gold chains and rings. He would be flocked by two scantily clad girls in leather miniskirts and bras. Charlotte wasn't sure how she would relate to him, but if he was that successful, her knowledge could help him grow and prosper. Before she had a chance to change her mind, she blurted out the words. "Deal, I'll take the risk on that one, you guarantee the others for two years."

Will was stunned by her answer. "Have we just finished negotiating and have a deal?"

"I think we have. There are all the fine details that the lawyers love to hash over and make their money on, but I think we have the basics. I need sixty days to close. You will stay on for two weeks after closing, at a reasonable pay to introduce me to my clients. After that, you can go fishing or whatever else you plan to do in your retirement." Her heart was beating a thousand beats a minute. She had just quit her job and bought a business using almost all the money she had. She was ecstatic and scared shitless.

"Congratulations, you are close to becoming the owner of Jenkins Tax and Accounting." He stood up and shook her hand.

"Jenkins LLC has a better ring to it. How about breakfast, since it's too early for lunch?"

"I would love to. You drive; I haven't been in a convertible for years now. And with a beautiful girl, I will be the envy of the retired crowd in Allentown for years."

* * * *

"You did what?" Rachel exclaimed as she sat across from Charlotte.

"I quit my job today as of the end of June. I took just about every dime I had and bought an accounting practice in Allentown, Pennsylvania."

"What drove you to do such a thing?"

"I told you I was bored with my life."

"Yes, but I thought you would go out and buy some new shoes or something logical. Damn, couldn't you find a place more exciting than Allentown? Why not the city? What am I going to do when I visit you in Allentown except watch videos and eat ice cream?"

"You'd be surprised what they have around Allentown. Give me a couple of months to get settled, and then I will show you the sights." Maybe Fantasy Bondage Club is just what Rachel needs.

* * * *

It took three weekends before Charlotte found a small house on Allentown, not far from the office. The closing was progressing as planned, the lawyer's nit picking minor things but no serious roadblocks popped up. Will was more than accommodating each time Charlotte came into town, though she suspected that he liked being escorted by a young girl in a red convertible. His stature in town was greatly enhanced.

She was sad and glad with her last day of work, hating to leave some good friends but excited by her new life. The Fantasy Bondage Club was always in her head. She drove by it one time on the way to Allentown, pulling across the street from it. It was Saturday night, early, but the parking lot was jam-packed and the cars still streamed in. Along the side of the building sat a string of limousines, the drivers gathered in a circle smoking as they waited patiently. Will was correct; Michael was doing something right. There would be lots of opportunity for Charlotte to expand her business with him. Growing businesses needed more controls and accounting software as well as expert tax advice. All the things that Charlotte could provide. She had high expectations.

* * * *

She packed all of her final belongings in her car. The closing had gone like clockwork, the business was Charlotte's. Monday she would walk in and Will would be waiting for her. After two weeks or less, he would be gone, and she would be on her own.

She drove around Allentown that weekend, even going into Philly on Saturday to celebrate. She loved the ribs in Philly, always spicy. She got a good night's sleep on Sunday night and woke up refreshed and a new woman. She had bought some new clothes before she came to Allentown and put on one of the suits. They were all similar but different in color. The jackets were fitted, a silk blouse under it. The skirt clung to her figure like a second skin, and she had them made short on purpose. Marketing was also about appearance. They would remember her once they saw her.

Will was waiting in the parking lot even though he still had a key. "Good morning, Ms. Jenkins," he said with a flourish. "Your new clients will certainly forget me after they see you. I'll make the coffee and you can plan our itinerary. We can see Michael last."

Charlotte already had the list made before she came in. Most of the big clients would be seen first, the small ones near them on the list to save lots of driving. It would only take a week to cover them. All except for one. "Looks like you are off the hook by Friday. Hope you don't mind?"

"Mind? You made my day. I just bought a new car this weekend, Camero convertible, yellow, not red. I'll probably freeze my ass off in the winter, but the summer will be nice. Maybe I should go to Florida for the winter." He looked at the list. "You forgot one. Michael."

"No, I didn't. I'll see him on next Monday. I prefer to go by myself."

"You're a smart woman, Charlotte. You know what you have to do." He wasn't sure she did, but she was quick on her feet, she would learn quickly.

"Thanks." They went over the work papers that Will had been working on, and then they went out for the appointments.

It was Tuesday before they hit one of the adult bookstores. The parking lot had about ten cars in it, even though it was only nine A.M. It was a good-sized store, about 5,000 square feet, but it didn't look much like a sleazy adult bookstore. There were no flashing neon lights or partially clad dummies in the window in leather gear.

"James, this is Charlotte. Charlotte Jenkins, no relation," he joked.

He was about forty, not the seedy character that you saw on television that sat high up behind the counter so he could see all the perverts in the store. She already knew that he was married with two girls, eight and ten. He did well in the store, though he did put in long hours. It was often the price owners paid for their independence. She shook his hand. "I will take care of you just as Will did, James. Mind if I look around?"

"No, feel free to do so." Not even Will had ever looked around the store. He was a little too uptight.

The store was laid out nicely, neat and everything in its place. The customers were average people, two women among them, though older, late fifties. They were looking over the large selection of vibrators. Charlotte wanted to recommend her favorite but thought twice of imposing her tastes on other. As she walked farther back, the movies and toys became more specialized, finally ending up along the back wall where it was covered in bondage gear and toys. Charlotte was mesmerized by all that she saw. There were all kinds of whips, from cattails to riding crops. The counter in front of her was filled with various chains, all of them having clamps and pinchers at the end that looked like they would tear the flesh off anything that got trapped between them. Handcuffs, wrist and ankle cuffs, spreader bars, all before her, all for the single purpose of immobilizing the victim, defenseless for anything to be done to them.

Charlotte could almost feel them, seeing things that she never imagined existed. There were probes with balls running up them, each one getting bigger, unable to comprehend that they were meant to penetrate anally. Charlotte could feel the gags and mouth spreaders that would leave the victim unable to stop anything from being shoved in their mouth against their will.

She finally moved back to the front counter, her legs barely able to keep her up, feeling like jelly. Through it all, she felt the dampness between her legs. How could those cruel things excite me like this? "It's a nice store, James. I see why you do so well. I'll stop by next week, there are some new investment tax laws taking effect at the end of the year that you should be aware of. It might make it worthwhile to expand your store and increase your revenue."

"I've been thinking of adding some more room. The shelves are full and customers are always asking for the latest toys. How about Tuesday around this time?"

She pulled out her Blackberry and punched in the appointment. "I'll send you an email before with some of the details so you can look at it first. Nice meeting you." She shook his hand.

"You did well, Charlotte." She did better than he ever did and she was a woman. Will was impressed.

"Thanks," but her true test was Monday with Michael.

The rest of the week was easy, four more bookstores, but after the first, they all seemed to be the same, though each specialized in something different. One was bondage, one gay men, another lesbians, it seemed everyone had their specialty. Charlotte wondered what her specialty was, not in accounting but sexually.

 

 

CHAPTER 3

Dark and Mysterious Michael

She saved her best suit for her biggest client. It was a Gucci jacket, one button, a silk blouse with a thin, lacy bra underneath it. The skirt was short and tight, naked legs and a pair of three-inch heels to make sure that her legs were highlighted. Charlotte almost wondered whether she was visiting a client or trying to get a boyfriend, but when she looked in the mirror, she was impressed with what she saw. She was as elegant as she was shapely.

Charlotte didn't know what to expect with Michael, but her expectations tended to be toward the macho man with leather pants and a prominent bulge in the front. Maybe even a whip in his hand. No matter what, she knew she would be able to handle him with ease. Looking as good as she felt, her confidence was overpowering.

She pulled the red convertible into the parking lot, surprised that there were more cars than she expected. They didn't open until six, but at least ten cars were parked on the side of the building, including the red Mercedes SL63 with the license plate DOM. There was no doubt that it was Michael's car. She was taking a chance by not calling ahead for an appointment, but she wanted to impress him with her enthusiasm. It was a little after ten in the morning.

The door was open, walking into a small entrance, the door opened to the main room. It was huge, filled with booths around the edges, tables in the center. In the center of the room was a raised stage, surrounded by tables on all sides. It was empty now, but she could only imagine what took place on it when they were open. It was furnished with style, not what she had expected. Someone had spent a lot of time and money to make the room elegant in spite of what took part on the stage. The size of the bar at the back showed that he did lots of business, running from one wall to the other. She saw at least eight cash registers, all NCR machines.

"Can I help you?" The sweet voice came from behind the bar.

The girl had one of the registers opened and was counting out the cash and receipts. "I'm looking for Michael." Charlotte didn't say why.

"First door on the right. Take it upstairs. The office is up there and you'll find Michael." She looked at the redhead. Good looking and classy. She went back to work but not before she followed the click of heels and the gentle sway of a nice ass in a tight skirt.

She walked up the flight of stairs, and it opened to a large room, windows looking down at the bar below, probably one-way glass if he were smart. There were a dozen desks in the front, a row of office doors in the back. There was only one person in the room, a man, dressed in a blue suit, a white pullover showing off a trim build. He was mid-forties but was in great shape. She looked at his short hair, a chiseled face that had too much sun for too long and handsome. He turned to look at her as soon as her heels clicked on the floor. He had gorgeous blue eyes that stared at her, but they left her eyes instantly and scanned her from head to toe and back up again. "I'm looking for Michael."

"I'm Michael. Come over here." This one was better than he had seen in a long time. It was the red hair that attracted him and from the look of the color, it was natural. She was dressed in a suit that was molded to her body and underneath it was impressive. Depending on her inclination, she would be a star performer.

Her heels clicked loudly as she walked over, or was it just her imagination. His eyes were glued to her hips, and she felt self-conscious as she walked. The more self-conscious she became, the more her hips seemed to sway back and forth. He was nothing like she expected. All except for the bulge in the front of his pants and it looked like she was the cause of that by the way he looked at her. She was within inches of him, sticking out her hand. "I'm—." He cut her words off in midstream.

"You're gorgeous, and I love that red hair." He pushed her hand aside, his hand moving to her hip. "Turn around, let me see everything." He felt her hesitate for a second, but he was all about dominating. She began to turn as he looked down as her ass came into view. "Damn, that's fine." He spun her around until she was facing him. With expert fingers, he snapped open the single button on the jacket, pushing it aside so he could see her tits. A nice silk blouse could barely conceal them, full breasts with nipples that were already peeking out with their hardness.

She didn't know what happened. One minute she was going to shake his hand, the next she felt a strong hand on her hip and she found her back to him, feeling the shame as she could almost feel the way his eyes were piercing her ass. Before she could protest the rude treatment, he spun her around again. He moved her like a doll, his fingers opening her jacket, his eyes staring down at her breasts as he held the jacket open. He must think she was one of his girls. "No—" but her words were cut short by him again.

He spun her around, this time pushing her forward until her hands tried to steady herself on the desk in front of her. She knew just what to do when his hand pressed down on her back, bowing over with just the gentlest pressure. His other hand slid down from her hip to her ass. "Stick that cute ass up in the air for me," pushing harder onto her back until her ass rose up submissively. His hand fondled her ass, feeling the muscles in her buttocks clench, dance beneath the tight skirt. "You better not have wasted that red hair by shaving your bush. Men want to see that." His hand slid under her skirt, hearing a muffled protest when he slid forcefully between her soft thighs so he could cup her soft pussy from behind. He felt the heat of her sex as his fingers cupped her mound until he could feel the bulge of her pubic hairs. He gripped her tight for a moment as she gasped loudly. He pulled his hand away, satisfied at his discovery. She turned around, standing back up straight. Her face was flushed, her lips trembling.

"You're a hot number, what's your specialty?" He liked the faked reluctance and shame in her, wishing his other girls could do such a thing as naturally as she did.

His hands were all over her as he bent her over the desk. He was forceful, Charlotte unable to protest, her mouth parched in shock. He felt her buttocks, and then she felt his hand on her naked thighs. Suddenly, thick fingers were under her dress, gripping her sex and squeezing it like a ripe fruit. Just as fast as he began, his hand deserted her, Charlotte feeling confused. She was shamed at what he did, but her pussy was wet from what he did. She turned around, feeling her face heated, knowing it was red in humiliation. "I'm Charlotte Jenkins, your accountant," finally able to blurt out the words.

"You're not related to Will are you?" Michael moved away from her, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"No, we just happen to have the same last name. I bought his practice last week, so I thought I would come out and visit you." Her body was still shaking and his eyes were still staring at her. She couldn't stop herself from looking down to see that his bugle had grown. Of course it would, any man would be aroused after almost strip searching her.

"Good to meet you, Charlotte. Will told me great things about you and your experience. As you can see, I am growing and need help with a number of issues that are right up your alley. Want a cup of coffee?"

It was as though nothing had happened and they had just met. He might be able to do that, but her body was still trembling, though it wasn't fear. He had overpowered her and all she did was submit. No one had ever done that to her before. "Coffee would be fine." She followed him into an office, his office. You could tell by the windows looking down at the floor and the bank of monitors that were from surveillance cameras located throughout the club. She was almost afraid to look at some of them, afraid of what type of rooms he had in the club. His office was furnished for a man, modern with glass and metal. She wasn't surprised by the number of electronics in the room. Michael was definitely into high tech, good for her business. There were lots of incremental sales for the latest systems to lock together all the parts of his accounting with the cash registers.

"I presume you've looked at my numbers." He gave her the coffee. The flush was gone from her face, but she still hadn't buttoned up the jacket, so he stared unashamedly at her breasts before his eyes slipped to the long, naked legs. She was tall for a woman, but her figure was well suited for her height and she had a nice set of full breasts. If only she wanted a different type of job. She had all the prerequisites and the persuasion. She might be strong as an accountant, but as far as a woman, she obeyed without question. Michael had no problem mixing business with pleasure.

"Yes, I have. You are doing well, but there are many ways I can help you save on taxes. Will told me a little about your accounting systems as well as your POS. I noticed you use NCR registers in the bar and there is a lot that can be done to automate the two into a single system. I have experience with their products, as well as some great accounting packages that can be put into place that will give you the stats you need to see instantaneously to manage your business. I notice you seem partial to high tech." She took a sip of her coffee and looked at Michael, but all she could feel was his hand between her legs as he stared at her.

"I had thought of the same thing, but Will didn't have the expertise to put it all together. I have some good tech people, but they are not strong in accounting and integration. I have an MBA in Finance, but my talents are more useful in other areas of the business. I love high tech, but I am also into instant gratification. I don't want to wait a year for results. I want to see action and results.

"What you need is not cheap," she added, "but the results you will get will have a short payout. With your volume, just saving a few points in shortages, losses and theft will pay for the systems as well as give you the ability to find your maximum profit from your different areas of operations, as well as give you the tracking of your marketing dollars." Charlotte was nervous. Am I going to get a deal that will pay for this practice in a year?

"Money is not a problem; I just don't spend it unless I can get sufficient returns on it. In spite of my business, I have excellent loan facilities with my bank. They still like to make money, and I do that for them. My only reluctance is that you just bought this practice, and would you have enough time to take on such a large task and bring it in on budget and on time?" He liked her, but he would soon be able to tell whether she can deliver what she says. Bullshit rises to the surface quickly.

"I won't lie to you. You are my biggest customer, and I would like it to stay that way. I have resources that I can get to do a lot of the grunt work, the programming of the POS system, integration of a new accounting system, running parallel of the old system and system testing and documentation. I would ride herd over it all, put the action plan together as well as sourcing all the products. That is where my strengths come in and your payoff. It still would require a lot of my time, but I manage my time well."

"You talk a good game. Let's see if you can deliver. Have you ever been here while it's open or seen a similar one like it?"

"I can't say as I have," she admitted. The Big Four accounting firms didn't do this type of businesses.

"That's a shame," wishing she had more inclination. She had potential. It was in her, she would just have to let it loose. "Let me show you around for the ten-cent tour. Tomorrow, I will have my tech guy here at nine A.M. and he can go into the nitty-gritty details of the systems we have. You already know the accounting platform we have. I have an accountant part time that does my grunt accounting work. A smart kid with three years' experience, but he is nowhere near your abilities. I will put them all at your disposal."

"Tomorrow would be fine." It would be lots of work, but very lucrative. She didn't even want to think about Michael. He still makes me nervous or was it arousal that I am feeling?

"Let's go," he got up but allowed her go out the door first. He didn't want to miss the sway of her ass, and he was disappointed. Her hips moved as if they were trying to seduce him.

She knew he was looking at her, but she didn't feel shame at the way he did. He appreciated her body, even though it was sexual. They walked down the stairs to the main room.

Michael started the tour when they arrived in the main room. "The main floor will seat six hundred, though we try to limit the number to four hundred; otherwise, it is too crowded and the patrons experience would be less than great. We have excellent food with a four-star rating and our chef can accommodate even the most discerning palate. Many of our patrons are high-net individuals, and we do everything to accommodate all of their tastes. The bar is extensively stocked in the same manner and we have one of the largest wine cellars in the area, except for the city. Our patrons are willing to pay high prices, but they expect to receive unparalleled service, and we accommodate their every whim."

"The stage?"

"We have a show on the weekends, Friday through Sunday as well as special occasions. The shows are varied and always new. We want our patrons to come back time and time again, so we are always looking at new cutting-edge ways to enhance the experience." Michael purposely didn't mention the content of the shows. He wanted her to ask.

Charlotte was almost afraid to ask. "What kind of shows?"

"We are different than most bondage clubs. They cater to couples that want to have a dungeon in their house but can't afford it, so, they rent it out by the hour at a club. Most of the clubs have some shows but are mainly staffed by unattractive woman and fake props. We are in the fantasy business. We make fantasies come true. Not only for couples, but for individuals, male and female. Some of our more popular ones are staged here or can be done in the privacy of our other rooms. It is up to the individual. We have professional actors and actresses that do perform, but many of the individuals in our shows do so voluntarily to fulfill their fantasies."

Charlotte was confused, still not understanding. "It's hard to grasp what you are telling me."

"Say you always had a fantasy of making love to your Chemistry professor in college. Many girls have that one but never get the opportunity. We might have a Professor that has the same fantasy. We might put them together on the stage or in a private room where the Professor makes his young student stay after class. He might force her to perform for him under threat of flunking her, stripping her naked before him, and then making her perform various sexual acts that she might find degrading or unnatural."

"Do people really do that in public?"

"It's not quite public, but many fantasies require an audience to be real. Humiliation is a strong aphrodisiac. Imagine a strip search at a foreign airport, a girl stripped naked and probed while soldiers stand around and watch her subjected to the degrading act. It wouldn't be so exciting if only between one man and one woman. The act of subjugation enhances the sexual experience, the victim forced to perform or allow the sexual acts to happen, others growing excited as they watch. Many unexpected aspects are thrown into the fantasy, unexpected by the participants. Maybe the strip search on a female is done by another woman while the male soldiers watch. This heightens the experience, the unknown arousing." Michael enjoyed the way her eyes seemed to light up as he told the story.

"You have people, women that submit to things like that." Charlotte couldn't believe that the average woman would do such a thing.

"More than I can accommodate. The participants have the option of wearing a mask that covers most of their faces and many do, at least for the first time. After that, many forget the mask, the excitement overpowering knowing the person passing you on the street might be recognizing you and imaging doing outrageous sexual things to you. Our participants are beautiful, sexy and professionally successful. This is just another way for them to explore their sexuality."

"Have you ever turned down a fantasy?"

"No, though we might do smaller, private audiences for the more decadent and specialized fantasy that wouldn't be appreciated by the larger audience."

"Do you personally take part in them?" Maybe he just didn't have his leather pants on today.

"On occasion I have participated when a fantasy is to my liking and the participant appeals to me. After all, I am a man as well as a businessman."

"You seemed to have found a unique marketing niche and exploited it well."

"I'm not sure exploit is a good word," Michael responded.

"Yes, you're right, that's not the correct word," Charlotte quickly corrected. It made him sound like some kind of pimp or pervert.

Michael forgave her indiscretion quickly. He showed her the bar and how it was staffed on a normal night. "The registers do give me the stats I need, but I would like it more in real time and also connected to my financial management software so I don't have to rely on individuals."

"That is very possible. The less human intervention, the more accuracy." Charlotte's mind was already running at full speed on what she could do for his business. Her mind refused to think about what she could do to him or him to her.

Michael led her down the private hallway. "These are the private rooms, with a smaller stage for a private audience of not more than twenty." He opened up the first door and stood back so he could see her face when she saw the room.

It was a classroom, Charlotte's head already bringing up the visual of what he had already explained regarding a professor and his student, but the more she looked the more it didn't fit. There was a large bench in the center of the room, leather straps around it, dangling open but waiting for its victim. Michael's voice brought her back to reality.

"This is for naughty students that need to be taught discipline by their headmaster. Stringent bondage combined with hard punishment. One of our more popular rooms, though the variations are endless."

They went through all of the rooms, each one getting more perverse as they went. The next one was laid out as a military headquarters, Charlotte afraid as she saw the furniture that would leave the victim bound and spread for interrogation. There was the airport security room where victims would be strip searched as the Commander watched. The other rooms were the dungeons where victims could be spread and tormented. Did women get off on that? What would it feel like if I were bound and unable to stop a man from doing whatever he wanted to her? Each one was more intense than the last. "You have a lot invested in these rooms."

"Yes, as you can see from my investment tax credits in the past years and my depreciation schedule. They are all profitable, each room having a separate P&L so I can evaluate them. Many can be changed without considerable expense should the former use no longer be profitable."

Was all of this just a business to Michael or was he into BDSM? That wouldn't be a question she would ask now. He led her back out into the main room.

"That's the end of the tour. My tech guy will meet you tomorrow. When do you think you will have something for me to look at?" He wanted to find out sooner than later whether she could deliver.

"Monday okay?" She would have lots of work to do this week, but she already had it planned in her head. She just needed to line up subcontractors and prices and put it all together.

"Monday would be excellent. Nice meeting you, and I hope that our relationship will flourish." He put his hand around her waist, feeling her jump for a second, but he didn't move it away until she became used to it. Only then did he move it down until he felt the gentle swell of her buttocks. She didn't move as he cupped one of her ass cheeks, and then drew his hand away and was gone, not looking back to see the expression on her face.

He touched her, his hand on her waist, feeling the male presence on her skin. She remembered when she first came in and the way he lorded over her, Charlotte not moving, holding her breath as she felt the hand move, touching her inappropriately on her buttocks, but she didn't protest or try to push him away. She stood there, her body shaking as his fingers made her buttocks clench. Just as fast as he touched her, he was gone, though she could still feel his hand on her butt. She hurried out of the building, getting into her car, but she didn't start it. She sat there for long minutes, clenching her pussy on an unseen lover inside her. He did things like that to her without as much as a word as though he had this power over her. Did he have a power over me?

* * * *

She worked hard all afternoon to get ready for the tech guy. She wanted to have all her questions as she poured over the Internet sites to check the compatibility of what she was proposing. She still had some connections at NCR, which she used to get details, finding them responsive, any one that furthers the use of their products, especially the high-end products were sources that they wanted to enhance. She was a value added retailer for NCR by the time she got off the telephone, an additional source of revenue for her.

She was tired by the time she got home, but after a lazy bath with scented candles, she lay on the top of her blankets, the light still on. Even though she was naked, she opened her drapes. She wasn't near anyone that could see her, but the thought of what Michael had said intrigued her. She could imagine that others were looking into her window and able to see her naked as she lay on the bed. One of her fantasy began to form in her head as she closed her eyes, a hand slipping over her belly until she shivered when her fingers raced through the red hairs of her bush.

She was in her business ethics class at the university. It was a large lecture hall, over one hundred students lined up in tiers of identical desks and chairs in a row. She was the fourth row up, in the center of the row. Professor Samuelson was lecturing the class from the podium below. It was winter and he was wearing one of his sweaters, brown kakis and loafers. He was forty-five, a touch of gray in his blonde hair that was never combed. He usually wore his wedding ring, but in her dream, he was single. She could feel a presence behind her. She was shocked to see Professor Samuelson behind her, looking down at her. She looked at the podium, Professor Samuelson still droning away to the rest of the class.

The hairs stood up on the back of her neck when she felt his hands on her shoulders, kneading her flesh lightly.

"You are a beautiful girl, Charlotte," he said to her.

She looked around, but no one seemed to have heard him. His fingers moved up until she felt them on the bare skin of her neck. They were so powerful, her body relaxing from his touch.

"I can't take my hands off of you, Charlotte," his voice whispering in her ear as he bent over her. He bent her head back until she was staring up at the ceiling, the front of her blouse opening up so he could see the deep cleavage of her full breasts and the pale skin and freckles that littered her body. His hands rubbed her neck, going down to the front until he could feel her swallowing.

She could only stare at the ceiling as Professor Samuelson, Ben his first name, fondled her flesh. She knew he was looking down the front of her blouse, but all she did was arch her back and thrust her breasts out for him. She wanted to please him. His fingers traced along her neck until she felt them slip in her blouse and run along her cleavage. She couldn't stop her nipples from rising to the occasion, able to feel each one growing in her bra without being touched as his expert fingers touched the gentle swell of her breasts.

"Hold still, while I unbutton your blouse," Ben instructed the young girl in the chair. His fingers moved with expert skill, opening each button, her large breasts barely contained by the buttons. With her back arched, her breasts contained in the thin bra pushed out brazenly. He unbuttoned the blouse all the way to the bottom. "Let me slip it off of you," he demanded of her.

She could finally put her head back down, looking to both sides of her, but the two boys didn't even look at her as Ben stripped the blouse from her. She felt the cold chair on her back as she leaned back, only her bra protecting her, but she knew it wouldn't be long before Ben took that from her. She couldn't understand why no one noticed what they were doing, but the sexual excitement was too much for her to resist. He was over her again, this time, both hands slipping down in front of her. She looked as his large, manly hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, the upper swell of her breasts struggling to get out of the bra as his powerful grip squeezed them roughly. She arched her back for him again, pushing them deep into his grip.

With her back arched, one of his hands slid easily behind her, finding the fragile catch of her bra and unsnapping it with a skillful flick of his fingers. He watched as the bra slipped forward and her heavy breasts fought to escape the captivity of the bra. "I'm going to bare your breasts for my pleasure, Charlotte. My fingers are going to abuse your nipples and then my mouth will take over and bite them harshly. I do love breasts as large as yours, Charlotte."

She panicked when the bra was opened, and then felt his hands slipping the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. He slapped her hands away when she tried to keep covering her naked breasts, looking down as her nipples swelled with the first touch of the cool air in the room. She couldn't cover up as she was stripped to the waist, but no one was looking. "OOOHH," she cried out when she felt his hot hands on her bare breasts, strong fingers seeking out her nipples. She looked down as his fingers pinched her nipples until they turned white, releasing them and then pinching again, this time trapping the blood into the tips until they stood out fat and bloated, a brilliant red. She could feel her heart beating in her nipples.

"Get that cute ass up on the desk so I can suck those tits," Ben talked crudely to her as his erection thickened in his pants. He helped her up until she was on the desk, facing him. "Put your hands behind your neck and stick those big tits out for me."

She felt a flush go over her half-naked body as she sat down on the desk, but the other students in the class continued to write and stare at the Professor Samuelson at the front of the class, but Ben was busy with her. He was rough and demanding, but she couldn't stop him, even if she wanted to. She posed for him as he demanded, arching and thrusting out her bare breasts as she watched him lean over her, his head hiding one breast, a hand holding it until she felt the soft, wet lips encapsulate her nipple. She could barely sit still as his tongue went to work on her nipple, slapping it back and forth, as he sucked it deep into his mouth. "AAAGGGGHH," she moaned in pleasure as the tremors raced through her nipples and ran between her legs. His legs pushed between her knees until she was forced to spread her legs as he continued to work on her breasts and nipples.

Ben went from one to the other, sucking and biting them as Charlotte squirmed beneath his touch. He wanted to have his way with her for a long time, and if he knew she was this submissive before, he would have thrown her to the floor and fucked her brains out a long time ago. He finally released her nipples, but not before she groaned in pain when he bit them hard, grinding his teeth back and forth over them. He looked at them, slick with his spit and hard and an angry red from the abuse.

It hurt, but by the time the pain reached her pussy, it was pure pleasure. She felt the sharp pain of his teeth rasping along her nipple flesh, but her nipples only swelled in unexpected pleasure. Her legs were spread by his legs when he pulled back from her breasts, and she knew where he was going next. She was ashamed to be stripped by him in the class, even though no one seemed to notice. Her body was on edge, afraid that everyone would suddenly notice that she was naked and Ben was working her over sexually.

"I love those long, lean legs, Charlotte. You can wrap them around my ass and keep me warm and snug in that tight pussy." Ben's hands slid her skirt up her legs until he saw the pair of brief panties, not surprised to see the wet stain on the front. He couldn't wait, his hands sliding under her ass and pulling her down on the desk until she was on her back and he held her legs up into the air, her skirt lying on her belly.

Charlotte found herself on her back, staring at the ceiling, strong hands griping her ankles and bending them up and back, her legs spread obscenely as Ben looked down at her. Her pussy was soaked, but it grew wetter when one hand slipped between her legs and clenched onto her sex as though it was a baseball. "EEEEYYYY," she cried in pleasure as his fingers dug into her sex, slipped between her pussy lips and shoved her panties deep into her slit. His finger moved back and forth, rubbing her as she humped back obscenely on his masturbating fingers.

His fingers grew wet as he fondled her pussy. It took him only a second to rip the panties off her body, his cock threatening to burst from his pants when he saw the red hair of her abundant bush. "I never had a red-haired pussy before," he said proudly. "Hold your legs behind your knees for me so I can taste you."

Charlotte couldn't believe that she was doing it, but she grabbed her legs and pulled them back as far as she could, spreading them out until she was open and exposed. She couldn't wait to feel his tongue on her pussy.

Her pussy had opened up wide, the pink inner lips revealed, glistening with the juices of her arousal. He enjoyed the way she submitted, her body bent in two, naked and ready for anything he wanted to do. His head went between her legs, licking his lips as he inhaled the young girl's fresh arousal. His tongue slipped out of his mouth until he felt the hot flesh of her pussy, taking a broad stroke all the way up her slit as his hands slid under her silky skin of her buttocks and lifted her up submissively for his pleasure. She almost came on his face, her body shaking and shuddering from the first touch of his tongue.

She could hear Professor Samuelson talking about business ethics in the background, but it was his tongue that was drawing her attention. It licked her with such expertise, finding and touching all the most intimate flesh of her pussy while his large hands gripped her buttocks and held her still for his tongue. It touched her everywhere, from the top of her slit and sucking her clit deep into his mouth, all the way down her slit and pushing open the tight muscle of her pussy until it felt like a little wet cock was fucking her. His hands held her still as he licked lower, running over the sensitive patch of her skin on her perineum, her buttocks clenching when it slid back and ran up her crack. She tried to clench her cheeks shut, but there was a sharp slap on her ass, the loud noise ringing in the room. He forced her to surrender as he flipped her over onto her belly, her head hanging down over the front as he forced her to spread her legs. "No, not there," she cried out when his hands peeled apart her cheeks until she felt the crack of her ass and the pucker of her anus yanked apart.

"Hold still," another slap on her ass, and then his tongue followed his fingers, running up her crack until the tip of his tongue found the tart hole of her anus, feeling the muscles clench from the first touch.

"Not there," she cried out softly, knowing it would do no good as she felt the wet tongue leave a trail of cooling spit as it slid up her crack. His fingers kept her spread open, crying out in shame when she felt it touch her anus. It wiggled around the tight hole, Charlotte unable to control her own muscles as she felt the thick, wet tongue sliding from side to side until she felt the end of the wet tongue slipping through the tight knot of her anus. She squirmed on the desk, but he held her pinned as her anal ring opened up and the wet tongue began to slip into a hole that wasn't meant to be entered. It slithered into her rectum like a cold snake, moving back and forth until Charlotte felt the shameful kiss of his lips around her penetrated anus.

He licked and probed her back there for longer minutes then Charlotte wanted to admit it. It felt like a miniature cock that was sodomizing her as she bucked shamelessly beneath him. She felt him pull away, his fingers finally allowing her to clench her cheeks shut and protect her wet hole.

He slapped her ass hard, looking down at the white skin turning pink where his hand left an imprint. "Don't move," he ordered her as he walked down the row and up the next until he was in front of her. He opened up his pants and fished out his raging erection. He pulled up her head by her hair, tears in her eyes as she came face to face with his overexcited cock.

Charlotte felt him pulling the hair out of her head, but it got worse when she saw his naked cock only inches from her face. She had never sucked a cock before, but she knew he wasn't asking. She was forced to stare at his cock, the head an angry, deep red, slick with his juices. It was over six inches longs, thick veins running up the shaft like vines on a tree. His pubic hairs were peeking out his underwear as his hand grabbed the shaft and fisted it into her face.

His cock flexed when he felt her hot breath blowing on his cock. She clenched her lips, so he rubbed the head back and forth over her cheek, finally painting her lips with his leaking cum. He pinched her nose shut with one hand, his other hand holding her head up. He waited patiently as she struggled with her fading breath until her lips finally opened. "Open wider, Charlotte. Get me hard and wet, and I'll fuck your pussy."

Her lungs burned, starved for air, but she held out as long as she could. He wanted her to suck his cock in front of the whole class. Unable to last any longer, her lips parted, sucking in air noisily, but his cock didn't try to enter her. She heard his command. Her mouth began to open, feeling him placing the heavy cockhead on her lower lip. The minute it touched, it flexed up and bounced back down. The head was big; Charlotte forced to open her mouth wider until she felt the smooth head of his cock slip into her waiting mouth. She tried to push her tongue to the side, but the cock was too big, filling her mouth, pushing her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. His cock jerked and shuddered in her mouth, banging against the roof of her mouth before lying heavily onto her tongue. She could taste the salty, thick juices that leaked onto her tongue.

"You ever suck cock before, Charlotte." He felt her reluctance.

Charlotte shook her head from side to side, as her words were mumbled by the hot flesh that filled her mouth. "GGGllggg."

"Don't worry; all women are natural cocksuckers, just do as I say." Ben's hands went to the side of her head, gripping her tightly. "Make your lips real tight around my cock and suck it deeper inside." He waited until she obeyed, her lips like a tight virgin pussy around the shaft of his cock. He felt the suction as his cock slipped deeper into her mouth. "Good girl. Now use your tongue on me, Charlotte. Draw some of the cum from my balls. You'll learn to love the taste of it. I'm going to cum on your face and in your mouth."

He was humiliating her the way he was using her, forcing her to take his cock in her mouth and threatening to shame her with a cum bath on her face. Just a few drops of cum were thick and salty, not sure how she would be able to cope with lots of it. Her tongue began to move, feeling his cock jerk each time it ran over the slick head. She found herself enthralled with his cock, her tongue running over every inch of it clinically. She could feel the bulging veins pounding with his blood, the thick ridge around the top, nibbling at the edge with her teeth until it jerked uncontrollably in her mouth. He began to move his hips, stroking his cock in and out of her mouth as if it were her pussy. She wanted to feel him inside her pussy, not her mouth, but she did all she could with her mouth to please him.

Ben couldn't wait any longer; he wanted to feel her hot, tight pussy massaging his cock with such pleasure. He reluctantly pulled his cock from her mouth, moving back to her row until he was in behind of her. "Spread your legs and I'll feed you my cock from behind. I want to feel your pussy muscle giving me such pleasure."

He pushed her legs open when she didn't open them wide enough, her cheeks parting, knowing he could not only see her pussy from behind, but also her anus was exposed. His hands were on her hips, urging them up until her ass was posed as though she wanted to be fucked from behind. This was always the most humiliating, taken from behind like a dog, but all she knew was that she wanted to feel a cock inside her. She felt the wet head of his cock rubbing up and down her slit, her body trembling when he drew it higher and the head ran over her anus, spasms in the tiny hole in fear. She was glad when it slid down, Ben fitting it up inside her, her muscles slowly forced open by the bloated head of his cock. "EEEEEHHHH," she cried out in pleasure when the thick head opened her up and sank into her pussy. Her wet pussy welcomed it, her muscle clenching tight when he withdrew, relaxed as he plunged back in. It took only seconds before he fully impaled her with his cock.

Once he felt how hot and tight she felt, he couldn't stop. He began to fuck her fast and hard, making her take the full measure of his cock with such power that the desk she was bent over began to squeak and move noisily on the floor. She might not have known how to suck cock, but she knew how to fuck, her pussy milking him with each stroke. His fingers curled under her body, finding her pussy and then her clit, powerful fingers gripping her pleasure button and pinching it each time he thrust in, forcing her to push back and receive the punishing strokes of his cock.

It didn't take long, his cock reaming her out, the friction burning her up. His fingers played her clit expertly, pinching and prodding it until the first tremors of an orgasm began to overtake her body. She felt his body stiffen in climax just as the orgasm blasted into her head with such force. He pulled out of her pussy and pulled her from the table and onto her knees before him. Her hand slid between her legs and finished the job as her orgasm washed over her. He stroked his cock in her face until the tiny hole in the end opened up wide and out shot a milky substance that splattered onto her face repeatedly. She finished cumming before he was, the slick head of his wet cock rubbing his cum onto her lips until they were forced open. It felt like he was saving the last drops, a weak spurt of cum bathing her tongue with the thick pasty fluid.

The clapping and laughter rang out in the room as Charlotte licked the last of the cum from his cock, both of them naked and spent before the class of one hundred students that stared and laughed at them. Her clothes were four rows up, Charlotte unable to cover her naked body as Professor Samuelson pulled up his pants and bowed proudly to the class.

The bed under Charlotte was thick with her juices as her fingers continued to run up and down her slit as the orgasm finally faded from her body. She looked out the window, expecting to see a crowd watching her, but it was silent and dark. This time, her orgasm was more explosive. Did it have anything to do with Michael and his club?

 

 

CHAPTER 4

Hard Work and Equally Hard Play

Kevin liked Charlotte the first minute he met her. She was smart as well as attractive. She knew much more than he had expected, asking question about the systems that Kevin had installed that most people knew little of, including the last accountant. She had suggestions for him to make the system more secure that he would look into. It was noon before they were finished.

The systems were sophisticated, more than capable of handling what she would propose without major modifications or additions. That would make the job easier; Kevin would be available to spend more time with making sure the new systems were compatible and reliable.

Kevin picked up the phone when it rang. "I'll tell her," he answered back. "Michael would like you to join him for lunch."

"Thank you, Kevin, for all your help. I will enjoy working with you in the future. Michael wants to automate a large portion of his operation and with your help; we can make it work to his satisfaction. It should be profitable for both of us."

He looked at her, but his mind was on her body as she talked. He had never seen a redhead naked, and his mind was conjuring up all kinds of images, especially since she was in a building that catered to the subjugation of women. Did Charlotte have those inclinations? He came back to reality. "Anything you need, just give me a call. Michael's in the last private room on the right. They are remodeling it this week."

While she was walking back, Kevin was on the phone, reporting his evaluation of Charlotte to Michael. It was all he expected, Charlotte could deliver. He hung up just before she opened the door. "Come in and have a seat, Charlotte." He was sitting at a small table that was set up just for lunch. He watched the gentle sway of her hips as she walked over, another suit that clung to her body and left lots of naked leg revealed. He hoped that he would see what lay beneath those clothes.

Michael looked as handsome as before, his eyes following her every movement as she walked over. She could feel her body moving sensuously as though she were doing it on purpose. She sat down at the table, already set and a glass of wine waiting for her. She normally didn't drink during work, but she was not about to offend her largest client.

"Did you learn everything you need to know, Charlotte?"

"Yes, Kevin is very talented. You did well with him."

"He says the same about you. Can I still expect your proposal on Monday?"

"Yes, you can." The door opened and the cook brought in two plates, sitting them down in front of them.

"It's a new dish, roasted Cornish game hen with a Mango glaze and a special dressing. It's a bit spicy, but I think you will enjoy it."

"Thank you, Pierre." Michael waited until he left. "Pierre is the finest chef in the area. My patrons want the finest in everything, so I cater to their wishes and desires."

Charlotte took a bite, but it was hard with Michael watching her so intently. She never tasted anything so heavenly before. It was spicy, but it woke up the sense. "It's delicious."

Michael took a bite now that he knew Charlotte enjoyed it.

It was a little distracting to eat in the room with the way it was being set up. There was a small group of tables, not more than five, but the central point in the room was the large, four-poster bed in the center. It had a white satin bedspread on it, but in each corner of the bed where black, leather cuffs attached to the high posts, the metal buckles shiny from their newness. The bed was large, and Charlotte could almost feel the ache in her crotch as if she were spread eagle on the bed to the four corners. Above the bed were mirrors on an angle so that the people at the tables could see everything that transpired on the bed in vivid detail. At the foot of the bed were more cuffs, this time at the top and bottom of the bed, ready to secure any victim standing up and spread open.

Michael saw the way her eyes scanned the room, opening up wider as she took in all of it. Her mouth opened slightly, her tongue licking her lips as she took in all the possibilities that the room would afford. He finally said something. "I have got lots of requests for a room like this."

"What did they request?" As Charlotte ate, she continued to look around the room.

"Many female patrons requested the comfort of a nice bed, but also wanted to be restrained at the same time."

"Obviously spread, also," Charlotte blurted out before she realized it.

"Yes, in various ways, standing at the foot of the bed or on the bed, spread to the four corners, face up or on their belly. It leaves a lot of possibilities."

It was only the first time in her fantasy the other night that anything anal had ever crept into them, and in that dream, it was only a tongue that ravished her back there. She never considered anything as perverse as sodomy before.

He saw her staring intently, knowing that something was running through her head, wondering what it was. "There will be other furniture, benches, chairs and tables, all with cuffs and similar ways of restraint. None of the victim's treasures will be able to hide."

It was strange that she was having this conversation, but she found her thighs clenching in unexpected excitement as he describe what would happen. The victim, he said, almost as if it were so natural.

"How is the wine?" Michael changed the subject.

She was almost grateful. "Excellent, it goes so well with the Mango glazed chicken." They began to talk about his business again, Charlotte trying to put the room out of her mind, but she always turned back to the leather cuffs and the metal clasps that almost cried out for her wrists and ankles. The time went quickly, Michael charming as well as intelligent, but, he was still her largest client, and she didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that.

A waiter came out of nowhere to take away the plates.

"I have some business to attend to, and I'm monopolizing your time. Just to make sure that your proposal on Monday takes into account all the aspects of how my club runs. I will have a limousine pick you up Saturday night so you can be my guest. You can see how it operates when it is in full swing. You will have full access to the whole club, behind the scenes as well. I want to make sure that you take into account all aspects in your solution." Michael got up, taking her hand and kissing it softly. "Nice seeing you again," inhaling the sensuous fragrance of her perfume on her soft skin. He left her without waiting for an answer or expecting one.

He was gone before she knew what happened, doing it again. He was demanding with a power that left her no choice but to submit. The last time he did that, she felt his hand under her skirt and touching her sex. Was Saturday night a prelude to something more than business? She left the club, sitting in her car again, her mind racing in sexual excitement.

Charlotte worked her ass of during the week. She had Michael's presentation to finish up, though the final touches would wait until after she visited the club on Saturday night. She also had to take care of her other clients, each one just as important to her.

She talked to James on Friday, stopping off at his adult bookstore. "Hi, James," she greeted him as he sat behind the register. "I promised you this information." She talked to him for about fifteen minutes on the latest tax changes that would help him. He seemed grateful that she came out to see him so soon. "Mind if I look around again?"

"No, enjoy." He watched as she walked to the back of the store. She knew exactly where she was going, James curious at what she would come back with, sure that she was going to buy something.

She stood staring at the wall lined with whips. She tried to imagine how they would feel if they hit her body, her naked body. She didn't understand how pain would be sexually stimulating. She wasn't about to whip herself, so she looked at the chains with the clamps on them. She would often pinch her nipples while masturbating, sometimes too hard, but instead of hurting, it actually sent pleasure through her body. It was in her hands before she even thought about it. Her fingers fondled the silver chain, as she stared at the clamps at the end. It looked like a metal square, but in the center was a screw that drew the two edges together. Her nipple would be between the two thick metal bars and the more they were tightened, the more they would bite into the flesh. She put a fingertip in one of them and turned the screw on the other. Her finger was large so it didn't take long before it was pinched between the unyielding metal bars. She felt the pressure, and her fingertip began to turn white where the blood was pushed from the tip. She stopped, releasing her fingertip. She brought them over to the register, James ringing them up without saying a word.

"Thanks, Charlotte. See you soon." James's wife had a pair just like them.

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Charlotte spent Saturday in Philly, shopping for a new dress. She had seen some of the way women dressed when she stopped by the club when she first came down. The club catered to sex, so the women dressed to entice, Charlotte not wanting to feel out of place. Or was it more than that? Am I trying to entice Michael? Entice him to do what? She had never shopped at Victoria Secrets for dresses, but this time, she found exactly what she was looking for. It was a plunge-neck halter dress. Hot tamale was the color, made of spandex that clung to every curve in her body. It took her a few minutes before she could walk in them, but she bought the black Jessica Simpson strappy sandals. All five inches of the heels, it would make her taller than six feet, but it made her legs long and lean. She bought a pair of cheeky panties in the same color as the dress. It didn't cover much and left a lot of her buttocks revealed. She wasn't sure who was going to see them, but she wanted to make sure that she looked good if someone did.

The limo company made the arrangement during the week, calling her and confirming the time they would pick her up. The stretch limo was on time, the door held open by the chauffeur, but it was a woman, though Charlotte was sure that she was eyeing her just as lecherously as a man would. She was an attractive blonde.

"Good evening." She closed the door behind her but not before she got a good glimpse of long, pale legs and sexy red panties underneath the dress that she must have poured herself into. She got into the car and started to drive off for the twenty-minute ride to Fantasy. "First time?" She leaned back to talk to her.

"First time for what?" Charlotte answered back, not expecting a question.

"For the Fantasy Bondage Club." She drove lots of clients to the club but most were couples. This one was alone.

"Yes," Charlotte answered. "Have you ever been there?"

"I take lots of clients there, but I did go once with my former boyfriend. Are you going to be in the show?"

Did I look like I was going to be in the show? Was the dress too much? "Did you enjoy it?" She chose to ignore the other question.

"He's a former boyfriend because of it. I wanted to indulge in my fantasy, but my boyfriend couldn't get into his part. I wanted to be taken, and he wanted to please me. It didn't work out, but I would try it again if I could find a man that knew what I wanted and could deliver. He would be rewarded for his efforts by me, though I doubt that I would have a choice." She waited for a response but got none. "You meeting someone?"

"I'm a guest of the club."

That was odd. She drove many guests of the club, but all had been there before, and the limo was a perk for frequent guests. Was the club trolling for clients or was this one special? "You must be plenty special for this service if you've never been there before."

"Michael invited me."

"The owner Michael?"

"Yes."

"Now that's a man that could have his way with me anytime and any way. He must have quite an imagination. Sexually that is."

"He's a great businessman, too." Charlotte almost felt compelled to defend him.

"He sure knows women and how to please them and himself, though I never brought anyone to the club for him before. You must be something special." She would have loved to trade places with this one for the night.

Charlotte sat back and smiled. Am I special and Michael has plans for me tonight? Nothing more was said as they pulled into the parking lot of the club. The driver pulled into the front of the club, the doorman opening up the door as Charlotte tried to get out of the limo with such a short skirt, but he was every bit of a gentleman and turned away, though she almost wished he had watched. "Thank you," she said to the driver.

"Just tell the doorman when you're ready to go, and I'll pull around front."

"You mean you are going to wait? All night?"

"I was paid to pick you up and take you home. That's all tonight. Enjoy yourself. Don't worry about me; most of the drivers are males so I will have lots of company without much competition." However, she would rather be inside enjoying something decadent and perverse.

"Thanks," she called out as the limo drove to the side of the building, a long line of cars behind it, all wanting to get into the club. There was a standing line around the side of the building, but Charlotte was escorted in without so much as a word as though she was known by all. Michael was efficient.

"If it wasn't for the red hair, I'm not sure I would pick you out to be an accountant," Bill said as she walked in the door. "I'm Bill Luster, the club manager. You are Charlotte, I hope." Damn, she was hot, one of the hottest girls he saw tonight and there was lots of competition. The red hair made her stand out, but there was nothing shabby about that luscious body that was packaged in the sexy dress and five-inch heels.

"Thanks, Bill," shaking his hand, but he almost refused to let go of her hand and his eyes refused to leave the deep cut of her dress and the naked flesh that was revealed. Charlotte never felt as sexy as she did now.

"I'll take you to your booth, and you can drink in the ambiance for a few minutes. Anytime you want to see the behind-the-scene action of running this club, just tell anyone that works here you want to see Bill. I'll come running. Michael told me to give you all the help that you want, and I do what Michael wants. We all do. The show doesn't start for another two hours, so you might want to get the work done before that. The show is not to be missed and the action in the club tends to slow up while it is going on, all except in the other rooms." He led her over to the booth to the left of center of the stage, one of the best booths in the house. It was a large booth, but there would be no one else but Charlotte and maybe Michael. The table moved in front of the booths bench. Patrons would often get intimate at the booths, and there was to be nothing as rigid as a bolted table to ruin the experience. There were no details that were overlooked.

"Is Michael here?" The waitress was already at the table.

"Yes. He is busy, the beginning of the night the busiest, greeting all the patrons and making sure that they are all given first-class service. I am sure that he will join you." He'd be a damn fool to let this one get away. She was dressed to impress, and it wasn't Bill that she was trying to impress. He never saw an accountant look like this before.

Her drink was back before she could say anything, noticing that other tables got similar quick service. The club was filling up fast. Charlotte could tell that the patrons were moneyed, nothing cheap about their dress or what they were eating or drinking. The women were dressed impeccably and sexy, but Charlotte didn't feel inferior to any one of them. She never felt as sexy as she did now. The stage was dark, so she couldn't tell what type of show it would be, but sure was sure that she would be surprised and amazed by it. She waited before ordering a second drink, telling the waitress she wanted to see Bill. He appeared in seconds, as if he was waiting around the corner for here.

"You ready?"

"Yes, I'm impressed with what I see already, I'm sure that I won't be disappointed."

"Michael doesn't pay me to disappoint. He doesn't pay anyone to disappoint. He believes in first-class service at all times and Michael always gets his way."

He took her behind the bar, showing her the set up with the bartenders and the serving staff, as well as the NCR system to keep track of the patrons tabs. She was all Accountant, though Bill had a hard time keeping his eyes off her breasts. She asked insightful questions, showing Bill that she truly understood how it operated. Michael had said that she would be automating the systems if she had the expertise, and she was proving it to him. He would welcome any changes that she could bring, Bill wanting more efficiency and the ability to track all transactions as they happen. They went from the bar to the kitchen; the kitchen filled with rushing busboys, waiters and cooks, thought they all seemed to know exactly what was going on and got out of each other's way in just the nick of time.

"I'd like the ability to track the time of orders and delivery by the waiters in real time so I can prevent problems before they happen. Now, my only warning is when I am called to a table, in the dark, when the patron tells me of my problems."

"What I am proposing will do that and more. You can program in a 'normal' wait time for an order, and it will kick out anything that doesn't conform to the standard. You can also flag special orders that might require longer preparation or a particular chef's expertise and make sure that patron is continually updated of the situation. A patron wouldn't mind waiting for something truly superb as long as they know you haven't forgotten them."

Bill took her to the private rooms, but most had nothing going on yet, though they were all ready.

"Only our most experience staff works these rooms. Large dollars are spent for a night in one of these rooms, so everything must go according to plan, though the plan is often changed by the patrons as it progresses. The staff must be able to adapt as well as not be offended on what happens in them, discreetly going in and out almost mysteriously and silent." Bill looked at his watch. "The show will start soon, so you should get back to your table. I hope you can strike a deal with Michael. I think your changes will enhance our efficiency and profitability, and you are the right person to do it. I have seen many come and go, trying to sell Michael a magic bag of tricks that wouldn't work or they can't put together. I don't see that in you." Bill hoped that it would work out with Charlotte.

"Thank you, Bill. I appreciate your trust." They walked back into the main room, but this time Bill was behind her. Charlotte was sure that he did it on purpose so he could watch her as she walked, just as Michael had done. It made her feel even sexier and so much a woman.

Michael had watched her ever since she came in. He loved the dress, his eyes glued to the gentle sway of her naked breasts. She had large breasts, but naked beneath the dress; they stood up high and proud, swaying gracefully from side to side as she walked. He could make out her nipples through the dress, seeing them slide back and forth inside the dress, the tips stimulated by the material. She was already tall, but she looked even better in the high heels, long, lean legs that were revealed by the short dress. There wasn't a hint of a bulge beneath the dress, wondering if she was wearing anything at all. The red dress clung to her, and her red hair and pale skin were a nice contrast.

She had one drink, and then Michael followed her as she explored the rest of the club with Bill. He went back to work, but whenever he had a chance, he would see where she was and what she was doing. Bill called him when he took her back to the booth, his report promising. So far, everyone she talked to was impressed with her abilities and expertise. She was intelligent as well as beautiful. He liked that.

He hoped she liked the show he had arranged for tonight. It took quite a bit of planning, but he hoped it would do all that he expected. The lights began to dim, but he wasn't ready to go to her table yet. He wanted her to see part of the show first.

Another drink appeared just as the lights dimmed. Charlotte looked around but no Michael, Charlotte disappointed. The stage lights came on, and she could see the set. It was a classroom, but not like the one in her fantasy. This was a small class, with individual desks and a teacher's desk facing them. In the center of the room there was something out of place, but Charlotte not sure it was out of place for this scene. It was a large wooden bench. Charlotte stared at it. It was padded, though Charlotte wasn't sure exactly how the victim would be situated on it. There was one low board that was padded only about a foot from the floor that ran the width. The top was angled downward about twenty-five degrees. It was padded also, but there were leather cuffs along the bottom board and also along the top. It was wide, at least three-feet wide. It suddenly dawned on Charlotte. If the victim kneeled on the bottom board and bent their upper body over the top, it would thrust out her bottom at a convenient height and angle. The straps would hold the victim's legs apart and the front ones would secure the wrists. A large belt would go around the middle to restrain the victim from anything more than bucking up and down.

A door opened and in walked a man. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, but it looked out of date. He wore a pair of black horn-rimmed glasses, but the man was not old, though he was dressed to give that appearance, even to some gray hair on his temples. Charlotte looked carefully to see if it was Michael, but it wasn't, though this man was every bit as handsome and virile as he was. He sat behind the desk, rustling some papers until there was a knock on the door.

"Enter," his voice gruff and loud.

She walked in, Charlotte surprised to see her. She had red hair, natural like hers. Did Michael do this on purpose? Was he showing me what I would look like if I did this? She looked to be about Charlotte's age, but like the man, she was dressed to disguise her real age, to make her look younger. Her red hair was pulled into pigtails that hung to the sides. She wore a white button-down blouse and a blue schoolgirl skirt that had become popular as a fashion, blue knee socks and black loafers. There was no hiding her womanly body, her breasts straining the buttons on the blouse, her cute ass pushing out the back of the skirt and a pair of lovely legs with lots of skin showing. "You wanted to see me, Mr. Smith?" You could tell she was nervous.

"Come in, Justine." Mr. Smith stood up. His erection was already showing.

"Did I do something wrong, Mr. Smith?" Her lip quivered as she spoke; a small drop of sweat on her forehead.

"As headmaster for this school, it is my responsibility to instill discipline in the students. It has been brought to my attention that you have failing grades and have been inattentive in class."

"I'm sorry, Sir, I will try to do better." She gave him a fake smile, but he only gave her a scorned look back.

"This has happened before, and you have not changed your attitude. I think it is time we progressed onto something more." The door opened and two more teachers walked in. "Just in time, gentlemen."

A frightened look shown in the girl's eyes, Charlotte wasn't sure if this was in the plan or was the girl surprised by the other men. "Please, Sir. I'll be good."

"You need something to remind you of the consequences of your actions. You need to be punished so next time you will remember what will happen if you misbehave."

"Don't hurt me; I'm just a young girl."

"You will be punished and submit to it. You have to pay for your misdeeds." His cock grew harder when he saw the first tears in her eyes as she began to sob. "The school is empty so no one will hear you. You will be punished, and then you will have to satisfy each of us that you're sorry for your deeds."

"Yessss, Sirrrr," the young girl crying louder now as the men came closer. Her sobs increased when she saw the bench. Other girls had told her of being disciplined, though none would give the details. They were too embarrassed.

"Good girl. Remove your blouse first so it won't get wrinkled."

She turned red when he said it. "I can't do that; you would be able to see my bra. No man has ever seen that before."

Mr. Smith picked up the leather paddle. "You will do as I say or else we will start with the leather paddle first. It'll cut your skin." Her hands were already moving to her buttons as she stared at the paddle, still stained from the last victim. The other two men moved around in front of her so they could see. Her upper body was flushed and pink in shame by the time she put the blouse on one of the desks. She put her hands over her breasts as six eyes stared at her lustily. "Put your hands at your side," he ordered her in a loud voice, her body jumping at his voice, but her hands went to her sides, her fists clenched tight. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she stood half-naked in front of these grown men.

She wished she hadn't worn this bra today, the cups frilly and low and the cleavage deep. She had large breasts and they were hard to conceal. Her body was covered in goose bumps as she stood there shivering in shame. The men's eyes were staring at her breasts.

"Does standing like that humiliate you, Justine?" His hand went to his crotch, shifting his growing erection in his pants. The young girl would soon take care of his arousal, all of their arousals. It would be her fault that they got this way, so it was only fair that she take care of satisfying them all. She would never forget how she got here and what she had to do for penitence. It was the only way for young ladies to learn obedience. They would need that when they got married and would submit to their husband's desires.

"YYyess, Siirr," she stammered. "Can I put it back on now, Sir? Pleasssee!"

"We are just beginning, Justine. I want you to remove your bra and put it on the desk with your blouse." She didn't move right away. He took the leather paddle and slapped the wooden desk with it until the sound rang out in the room like a shot. Her hands went behind her instantly; her finger shaking as she slowly opened the catch of the bra.

Her hands went to the front as the three men watched her, holding her bra over her naked breasts as though she could somehow stop from being stripped naked to her waist. She shivered in fear, unable to do the last thing that would bare her breasts to them.

"On the desk. I won't tell you again, Justine. I am tiring of telling you numerous times. Your punishment will grow more severe if I am continually being defied by you." Mr. Smith smiled when the bra was slowly lowered, a beautiful pair of youthful breasts revealed to the three men. She had large, dark brown areolas and nipples, the size of quarters that begged to be stroked.

She put the bra on the desk, her hands submissively at her sides as the men's eyes burned a hole in her skin as they stared at her naked breasts. She could see the thick erections pushing out the front of their pants. What were they going to do to me? Or what would I have to do to them?

"Lace your hands behind your neck. Then push your elbows out to the side." She submitted instantly, the reluctance leaving her as she was slowly and methodically stripped of her clothes. Her breasts rose up, the nipples beginning to harden in spite of being forced to submit. "Arch your back, Justine. A young girl has firm tits that will stand up by themselves. Yours are big, but firm. Show them to us."

She felt shameful as she posed lewdly for the men, their hands reaching for their crotches. Her upper body was a deep red, her naked breasts rising and falling as she tried to fill her lungs as she stood before them. Mr. Smith moved in front of her.

"Hold still, Justine." She began to cry again, when his hands slid up and cupped both of her naked breasts, but she held the position, Mr. Smith becoming bolder as she submitted. Such silky skin, his fingers crept up until the tips of his fingers ran circles around her areolas, her nipples springing to greater hardness from his unwelcome touch. He pinched her nipples, watching her face, daring her to defy him, as his grip grew tighter on the hard flesh. Her lips clenched tight in pain, but she didn't move a muscles. "Yes, nice hard nipples." His fingers danced over the tips, rubbing them back and forth, a soft moan from her lips as he stimulated them in spite of her reluctance. He pulled his fingers away. "You must sample them," he told the other men.

Justine stood motionless as each man fondled her bare breasts, rubbing and pinching her nipples, a strange tremor running through her body as she suffered the indignities of this lewd act. She cried louder when he said it.

"I must taste that juicy morsel," his head moved down to her chest, one hand holding her breast out until his lips could curl around the thick nipple.

He sucked nosily as Justine held still for his suckling. She cried out when he bit too hard, but he never stopped, moving from one nipple to the other until both were soaked in his spit and sensitive to the touch. Mr. Smith and the other men each took their turn, sucking and biting her nipples until they were swollen and purple, the tips sensitive from being bit and gnawed on. She was glad they were finally finished, all of them standing back to look at her, their erections still growing in their pants.

"The skirt now, Justine. It is short and shows your fine legs, but we want to see more. We want to see those pretty, white panties." Mr. Smith licked his lips in anticipation.

Justine saw the paddle in his hand, the leather stained from use. She wouldn't be able to stand them beating her ass with it, so she reluctantly submitted in hope that she would be spared. Her fingers fumbled with the button at the side of her skirt, the zipper sliding down noisily in the quiet room as the men waited for her to strip to her panties. She fumbled with the skirt, losing her grip on it and it fell to her feet before she knew what was happening. She closed her eyes tight in humiliation as she stood there, her hands at her sides, fists clenched so tight that her fingers turned white.

"Open your pretty eyes, Justine, so we can see your shame. If you weren't such a naughty girl, this wouldn't be happening to you." Mr. Smith gazed lewdly at the girl, her white panties tightly molded to her body. He could see the bulge of her bush and the gentle slit of her pussy even though her thighs were clenched tightly together.

She stood there shaking in shame as they walked around her, their eyes staring at her butt as she clenched her cheeks in humiliation. It was made worse by the fact that she was still wearing the blue knee socks and black loafers, looking out of place with the rest of her body only covered in the briefest of panties.

Charlotte wasn't sure if the girl was a good actress or was she really humiliated to be stripped naked in front of the men and also a large audience. Charlotte could only imagine how it must feel, forced to take off your clothes to strangers, afraid of what they would do next. Charlotte was aroused by what she was watching. She was glad that she was alone in the booth, hidden in the darkness from the others as her hand slid down over her belly and under her dress. The dress was short, so it was easy to slip her hand between her legs. She pinched her sex as a man would do to her, then her fingers began to slide up and down the silky panties, pushing aside her pussy lips and pushing the soft fabric into her moist slit.

"It looks like there are two redheads being naughty tonight." Michael slid silently into the booth, catching Charlotte with her hand under her dress.

She jumped so hard that she banged her leg on the table. She pulled her hand out from beneath her dress, but she knew he had seen her. Even in the darkness, she could feel her skin turn red and heated in shame. "Helllllo, Michael," she stammered nervously, just like a little girl caught masturbating in her bed by her parents.

"Did your tour of my business with Bill go okay?"

"Yes, he was very helpful and astute." She couldn't get her body to stop shaking.

"Good, then I will expect a detailed plan and proposal on Monday." Business was concluded. Now, he could enjoy the rest of the evening.

"Without fail, I think you will be satisfied."

"I do love to be satisfied. How do you like the show? Is it what you expected?" He moved closer to her until their hips met. He felt her jump, but she didn't move away.

"I never expected anything like this, not sure many could. Is the girl an actress, or is she someone that is fulfilling a fantasy?" She could feel him next to her and smell his aftershave.

"I never reveal details, Charlotte. You wouldn't want to be on the stage and have me tell everyone about you, would you?"

Was he telling me that I would be on the stage someday? I couldn't do such a thing, could I?

"Put your hands on the table, Charlotte."

His voice changed. It was no longer her client, but a man, a demanding man, his voice more assertive than normal. Her pussy was already wet from her fingers, but it grew wetter from his words. Her hands went on the table, her palms flat on the cold surface.

"Push them out a little more." He put his hands on her soft skin and pushed them out until she was leaning forward. "Good girl," he praised her. His hand went to her back, touching her. "Arch your back," Charlotte performing instantly as his hand rubbed her back. "Watch the stage, you'll love this part," he instructed her.

"Mount the bench, Justine. It's time to take your punishment." Mr. Smith helped her over to the spanking bench.

She was almost grateful, kneeling on the cold leather pad at the foot of the bench. At least they hadn't taken off her panties. Then she saw them, not sure how she missed them before. There were leather restraints on the bench. "No, don't tie me up," Justine cried out, trying to get off the bench. The men were on her instantly. Mr. Smith held her by her waist, keeping her pinned to her knees, the other men each grabbing one of her wrists. Their grip was too tight, her fingers already tingling as they pulled her arms up over the top of the bench. She couldn't stop them as her naked breasts squeaked noisily over the cold leather top, her nipples hardening from the unnatural touch. They continued to pull her forward until her head was hanging down, feeling her ass rising up from the strange position. "No! NO!" Her cries rang out in the room, but the men were too powerful, fitting the leather straps around her wrists until they dug painfully into her skin. Her arms were pulled far down to the base of the bench. She couldn't move them when they released her wrists. She couldn't see them, but she knew they were behind her.

"Hold her still, while I take care of the rest," Mr. Smith eager to spread and tie her legs open.

"AAAAAWWWW," the touch surprised Charlotte, lulled into a false sense of security as she watched the show. A hand, Michael's hand, slipped into the front of her dress, Charlotte finally realizing why he positioned her like this. Her dress had fallen open, her bare breasts almost hanging out the deep slit in the front of the dress, Michael well aware of how exposed she was. She felt one large, warm hand cradling her breast; her nipple feeling like it would burst if he didn't touch it.

"Very nice," Michael murmured softly, but he still neglected her nipple. She was squirming in her chair and that is the way he wanted her.

Hands held Justine's hips, while a callused hand grabbed one of her ankles. She tried to resist, but he was too strong, her leg pulled to one side, feeling the touch of leather encasing her slim ankle, pulled tight until it was secure. Her ankle was released. Justine tried to pull her leg back, but the leather dug into her flesh and prevented her. "No, no, no…" she cried out in helpless abandonment as her other ankle was pulled to the other side. The bench was wide, feeling her thighs parting. Her other ankle was secured in the leather bondage before she could cry out again. She cringed when she felt the hand released her bound ankle, but it didn't move away. Instead, it slid up her calf until it found the back of her knee, teasing along the sensitive skin behind her knee. It paused only for seconds before it moved up to her thighs, Justine's thigh muscles clenching, but the leather kept her spread and defenseless.

Mr. Smith caressed the smooth, soft skin of her inner thighs, feeling her muscles trembling beneath his fingers. He breathed in deeply, inhaling the smell of fear in the girl. Her panties were pulled tight over her buttocks, but the spread of her legs left her crack opened, the deep divide so inviting. He ran his hand up and down her thighs, each time almost touching her pussy, a shocked gasp from her lips when his fingers played along the edge of her panties or touched an errant red hair that peeked out from her bush. The other two men had secured the belt around her waist, Justine pinned to the table. She could move her hips, but only enough to bring the men pleasure when they were inside her.

"EEEWWWW, NNNOOOO, dooon't touch meee therrree!" It was Mr. Smith behind her, feeling his breath blowing on her naked skin, his face only inches from her butt, the humiliation too much for Justine. She felt two large hands cup her buttocks and squeeze them. She couldn't stop her muscles from contracting, his hand clenching and unclenching while her buttocks contracted uncontrollably. The hands began to move up and down, stray fingers running along her crack, Justine forced to clench her cheeks to protect herself. The hand slid lower, feeling a finger touch her sex from behind for the first time. She bucked, the leather creaking noisily, the bench banging, but it held her pinned and spread.

"Look at the way her ass cheeks dance for you, Mr. Smith." The panties couldn't hide the gyrations of her buttocks. "Time to warm her up, Mr. Smith. Then maybe she will be more cooperative."

She knew what they were talking about. "I did everything you said, don't spank me," Justine babbling nervously. One man moved toward her head, only inches from her, but it was her breast that he was after, his finger finding her nipple, rolling it until Justine couldn't stop the tingling that raced between her legs as it swelled in arousal. Don't let them do this to me! The fingers kept up the torment on her enlarged nipple, the man moving forward until Justine felt him kissing the tears from her cheeks.

"SSSMACCK! SMAACCKKK!" Two powerful blows pummeled her cheeks, one on each cheek. It drove her body into the bench. It stung. She didn't have time to catch her breath before he hit her again, this time just one cheek, but the power behind it was greater. "MMGGG," trying to clench her scream of pain. She didn't think she would be able to sit down for a week. She flinched when his hand touched her, but it fondled her buttocks, Justine almost grateful for the soft touch.

He stuck his tongue in her mouth, her lips opening when he pinched her nipple too hard. She hated that an older man was kissing her, his tongue forced through her lips as it explored her gums and teeth. His fingers continued to pinch her nipple as he kissed her, Mr. Smith's hand continually fondling her buttocks.

"My turn." The other man began to spank Justine, starting softly, but striking harder with each blow. He rocked her body, his hand fondling her long enough to feel the heat of her skin from his spanking, eager to continue. He went at it for five minutes before he stopped.

Mr. Smith knelt behind her, planting a kiss on her ass cheek, the panties pulled aside. Her body jerked when she felt his lips, but she cried out louder when he grabbed the edge of her panties and pushed them into the center, both of her firm buttocks revealed, the skin a lovely pink from the spanking. He grabbed the top of her panties and began to slide them up and down, the strip of panties sliding deeper into the crack of her ass and between her pussy lips.

She could feel the panties push aside her pussy lips, rubbing up and down just as she did with her fingers. It was worse with her butt, the panties grinding back and forth over her anus, sending tremors through her body as the tiny hole began to spasm. "DDDDOnnn't tttakee themmm offff!" She cried out in protest, but it was too late, feeling the cool air blowing over her naked buttocks. She tried to clench her cheeks and thighs, but the leather straps kept her open. "Don't touch me there," a fat finger sliding between her legs until she felt the unmistakable touch of a man's finger on her sex. It curled between her lips and rubbed the soft, inner lips of her sex. It began to explore her, just as her own fingers had done so many times. He was masturbating her, and Justine couldn't do anything to stop him but clench her muscles and try to think of something else beside the pleasure that his fingers were bringing to her.

At the table, Michael pinched Charlotte's nipple, each time harder, but except for an occasional grunt that escaped her clenched lips, she didn't do anything to stop him. Her nipple grew thick and aroused, his finger rubbing back and forth over the sensitive tip as it grew longer. His other hand slid down to her leg. He found naked skin, the dress pulled up high, Michael not sure if by accident or on purpose. His hand slid over her leg and sought out her thigh, a gentle persuasion with his hand the only thing needed until he felt her legs began to part submissively. He pushed his hand deeper between her legs, forcing them to spread wider and wider.

With one hand fondling and pinching Charlotte's nipple, his other hand found her naked leg and began to explore her. It felt like her nipple would explode from his touch, but the hand between her legs, forcing her to spread them wantonly only made her more excited, just like Justine on the stage. Mr. Smith was masturbating her and she had no choice but to accept it, her body responding to his expert touch. The hand didn't stop until Charlotte's legs were spread wide, almost able to feel leather straps holding them open like Justine. "EEEEWWW," she hissed through clenched teeth when she felt his hand grab her sex, just as he did the first time they met. Charlotte still remembered what it felt like, her ass rising up, not to escape, but to give him better access to all that she had. Charlotte wanted to be masturbated against her will just as Justine. She felt a firm finger settling between her pussy lips, rubbing back and forth until it was snuggled between the hot, wet lips.

"Don't do this to me," Charlotte cried out softly, but her hips humped up against his hand as the finger snuggled deep in her lips. The fingers pinched her nipples, harder this time, her pussy muscles clasping on an unseen lover inside her. Another pinch and now the finger began to move, rubbing up and down her slit as Charlotte spread her legs wider in submission. "Don't make me cum," she begged, but by the time the words came out, it sounded more like a request than a protest. She couldn't control her lower body from moving as she humped his hand lewdly.

Justine was suffering a similar fate, the men working the girl over, first fingers exploring all of her sex, touching her in places that only her own fingers had touched. Two, three, four hands touched her at once, bumping into each other over the excitement of feeling up and fondling her pussy as she bucked in the tight bondage of the spanking bench. Her ass still stung from the spanking, but the men were beyond that. They had her naked and bound and they were exploring every intimate inch of her body. No boy had ever touched her like these men. She felt the thick fingers pushing against the opening of her pussy. She was no longer a virgin, but no boy had ever entered her, but these fingers were insistent. "Don't penetrate me," she cried out as the fingers pushed open the muscles of her pussy. Wider and wider, they stretched her until she finally called out in shame as they entered her. They didn't stop, twisting from side to side; thick knuckles stretching and teasing at the soft muscles of her pussy, each time the fingers driving deeper inside her.

"Hot, tight pussy, Justine. Grip my fingers, show me how much you like it." She didn't do anything right away, but when her nipple was twisted harshly, she gripped his fingers so possessively. "Yes, make her do it again," he told the man.

It hurt when he pinched her nipple, Justine finally surrendering to their command of her body, squeezing her pussy muscles on the fingers that were probing deep inside her. The fingers stretched and rubbed her insides, but she felt the shame of her wetness flowing freely over them until they slid in and out noisily.

"Good girl, Justine, nice and wet," Mr. Smith fingered the girl, two fingers met with another, three fingers shoved deep into her hot, tight hole. They slid easily in and out. Not to be denied, he pulled his fingers out, but it was his tongue that replaced them. He licked and lapped at the girl's abundant juices.

"AAAWWHHHHHH!" It was shameful, feeling relief when he pulled his fingers out, but then Justine felt something hot and wet touch her. She cried out when it slithered inside her, moving from side to side as it entered her pussy. It is his tongue! He is tasting my pussy! How could he do such a thing?

The hand under Charlotte's skirt moved higher up, grabbing the top of her panties. She raised her ass obediently off of the seat so Michael could slip her panties off. It took only a second before they were below her knees, Charlotte reluctantly closing her legs until he took them off until they disappeared from sight. She felt his fingers nudge her naked thighs and she spread her legs until they were opened wide. She could feel her pussy lips parting and the wetness of her juices cooled by the air. She held her breath as she waited for his hand to touch her naked pussy.

Michael's fingers were soaked when he touched her, her gasp louder this time when his fingers slid between her drenched lips, feeling the heat of her body. Charlotte was hot. He began to masturbate her, two fingers pushing apart her pussy lips and exploring the soft inner lips from the top of her slit all the way down to her pussy. She opened up for him, two fingers entering her with ease, not needing to pinch her nipple, Charlotte gripping his finger with such passion.

Charlotte never felt anything like this before. His fingers were inside her as she watched the show, another girl having the same thing happen to her. The only difference was Justine was bound and spread. Charlotte spread her legs wider, closing her eyes as she imagined Michael tying them to the corner of the booth so she couldn't close them. His fingers filled her, two fingers becoming three, Charlotte fighting back the moans that were deep in her throat. She knew he was going to make her cum and that she couldn't stop him or wanted to. She jerked up higher, raising her ass up off the chair as one finger slid between her cheeks until it was nestled in the tight crack of her butt. She tried to clench her cheeks when she first felt it, but she only succeeded in trapping it between her cheeks, the tip of his finger touching her anus. She could feel the pounding in the tip of his finger on her anus, sending spasms into the tight muscle.

Fingers pinched Justine's nipples, fingered her pussy and now she felt the humiliation of a man's face between her cheeks. He pulled apart her buttocks until she could feel her tiny hole opening from the strain. Then his nose dug between her cheeks, crying out in protest when she felt the wet touch of his tongue. This time it took a broad stroke up her sweaty crack to come to rest on her anus. It almost tickled when he flicked it over the tiny hole, but the humiliation was overpowering. The other men were fondling her body, one tugging and pinching her nipples, the other fingering her pussy as she bucked under the tongue that was trying to enter such a filthy place.

Michael's finger was insistent against her anus, teasing at the tight, virgin hole as Charlotte watched Mr. Smith orally assault Justine's ass hole. Charlotte felt her anal ring opening under the pressure of his finger, just as Justine was opening up to the wet tongue that penetrated her anally. "Eeeeehhhh," Charlotte cried out softly when the tip of his finger opened her up and sank up to the first knuckle in her rectum. She felt it moving inside her, like a tiny animal nibbling at her insides where she couldn't scratch. She now had his thumb to contend with, his large hand engulfed her pussy and ass. Two fingers were inside her, one finger was pushing hard against the soft walls of her rectum and now his thumb sought out her clit, the thick thumb pushing down on her pleasure button and grinding it hard into her pelvic bone. When she tried to move away, it only drove his finger deeper into her rectum, her body bouncing back and forth between the two digits. All the while, his fingers reamed out her pussy with such expertise.

Justine couldn't control her body any longer, too many fingers and tongues for too long of a time had driven her to the edge. It was the tongue that squirmed up into her rectum that did it. Instead of the shame of being orally assaulted like this, it drove her over the edge. It hit her like fireworks exploding in her head. The fingers continued ravishing her body as she flooded them with her cum. The more she bucked, the more the leather dug painfully into her skin, the more she came. They never allowed her rest, taking her from one plateau to another, fingers and tongues forcing her orgasm to continue until her body slumped in sheer exhaustion. Even then, the fingers and tongues didn't desert her, rubbing her softly and gently as her body lay spent in the tight bondage.

Luckily, Justine came loudly and as the audience watched her orgasm, the men never letting her come down until they drew every last drop of pleasure from her body. The audience applauded loudly as Justine lay limp in her bondage, but it was Charlotte that came next. Charlotte cried out loud, no one hearing her as she spent on Michael's fingers. Like Justine, the finger in her ass hole was what drove her over the edge, subjected to being penetrated and fingered anally too much for her body to resist. She bucked up and down, but she kept her legs spread and she bounced up and down on the finger that continued to penetrate her rectum. It took her long minutes to explode, but Michael continued to fondle and probe her until she was finished.

Michael could feel her pussy and ass hole gripping his fingers so possessively as if she were milking his cock. She kept her legs spread as though they were bound, but it was still not the real thing. He was sure the pleasure would be greater for her when she was bound, spread and defenseless. He would take her to places that she had never been before. He could tell that no one had every touched her anally. She finally slumped in the seat as the show ended and the people applauded. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy, finding her mouth and rubbing her juices on her lips. "Open your mouth, Charlotte." Her lips parted and his fingers entered her mouth, her tongue waiting to lick her juices from them.

Even though her orgasm had passed, she still felt some excitement when his fingers entered her mouth. She licked them as if they were his wet prick, but she struggled when his other finger entered her mouth and she tasted his soiled finger that had penetrated her anally. She grimaced, but her tongue lashed at it until it was slick with her spit. He pulled them out of her mouth.

"Good girl, Charlotte. I'll see you Monday."

He left her before the lights came on. She straightened up her dress, but her panties were gone. There was only a reminder of his fingers inside her and the drying cum on her thighs. She couldn't get up, staying in the booth for another drink before she decided to leave. She was walking out when she saw her. It had to be her, how many attractive redheads could be in the club at once. She was talking to another man, but it didn't look like the man on the stage, but Charlotte was sure that this was Justine. Charlotte was afraid of intruding, but she had to know.

"Excuse me, but are you Justine?"

She smiled at her, seeing another redhead. "Yes, but my name is Marilyn."

"You were great. Are you a professional actress?"

She was almost embarrassed to answer. "No, this was my fantasy, though I never expected it to happen. I've been trying for six months with no response and all of a sudden I got a call this week and they said I could be on the stage on Saturday. I don't know why." She turned to the man that was standing next to her. "This is my boyfriend Jesse."

"I'm Charlotte. Your boyfriend wasn't on the stage, was he?

"No," he answered. "They thought it would be more realistic with strangers."

"It didn't bother you?"

"Marilyn promised to make it up to me as soon as we get home." It was her boyfriend that interrupted.

"How about you, Marilyn?"

"My fantasy was to be bound and forced to submit. I never felt anything like it before. Not only the men doing things to me, but knowing that the room was filled with people that were watching me get ravished against my will."

"You were great, Marilyn. I better let you go or else Jesse won't be able to contain himself any longer." Charlotte watched them leave, Jesse's hands already all over her, sure that Marilyn would find herself bound once again when she got home.

She said goodnight to Bill and her limo found her.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes, very much so," she told the driver but was too tired to say anything else. Or know what to say. So Michael had arranged this especially for her. Why else would he suddenly find a redhead to perform? Charlotte was afraid of what else he had planned for her, but she still felt the arousal of where his hands had penetrated her.

 

 

CHAPTER 5

Charlotte and Michael Intensify

Charlotte spent all day Sunday finishing up the proposal for Michael. The visit to the club on Saturday was stimulating sexually, but it didn't change her proposal substantially, just some small changes that Charlotte knew Bill would appreciate. She didn't know what to expect on Monday when she would meet Michael again, though she suspected that he would act as if nothing had happened. She was okay with that. As time passed, the more she thought about it, the more unreal it became, as if it really didn't happen.

* * * *

Michael was every bit as handsome as he ever was, but Charlotte's eyes were continually drawn to his hands and fingers. She could still feel them moving inside her and forcing an explosive orgasm from her body. No one had ever done that to her before. She had to put it out of her mind, the proposal too important to let sex get in its way.

"Good to see you, Michael. I want to thank Bill and yourself for the tour Saturday night. It gave my proposal the final touches that were needed." She shook his hand, holding her hand longer than normal, a wetness between her legs as she felt the male presence of his firm grip arouse her. Pay attention, Charlotte, she told herself. He finally released her hand, and they sat down. She handed a copy of the proposal to him, and she began her spiel before he even opened it.

"This will give you everything you want and more. You will be on the cutting edge of technology, but it will also save you twice the cost of the project in a short period, less than two years, depending on your growth rate. Your business is unique and your technology will allow you to be able to track profitability, but also identify new trends as they are happening. This is important to keep you as the front-runner in your field. It will also allow you to manage your service to keep it at peak performance, another high priority to keep your unique patrons coming back time and time again. This will free up your time so you may spend your talents on the marketing of your products, an area that you are creative and powerful in without losing control of your operations."

Michael was skimming through the proposal as she spoke, already looking at the total before he started. His staff had already green lighted her proposal, sight unseen. They knew talent when they saw it, and Michael trusted his staff's judgment. That is what he paid them for. "Yes."

Charlotte looked up at Michael. "Yes? Yes, what?"

"Draw up the contract, and I'll sign it. When can you start?"

Charlotte had a surprised look on her face. "Of course. I'll have it for you tomorrow." She was shocked. He barely asked a question and never mentioned the price or tried to negotiate it. "It will take a couple of weeks for some of the more specialized equipment, but the rest I can have in a couple of days, and we can start work on Wednesday."

"Good, I have many ideas I want to try, but I need to be able to analyze their success or failure quickly. This will do that for me." Michael looked at her, dressed in one of her usual suits.

"Phase one will be up in two weeks," she blurted out suddenly. It was an aggressive schedule, but she wanted to impress Michael. She would have to spend a lot of time here, but she would have to be present when the systems were in actual use, which in the case of the club was at night.

"I expect I will see lots of you."

"You're going to think I'm one of your employees."

"I'd rather think of you as one of my special patrons." Michael was sure that Charlotte would be able to handle her duel role. She was not scared off after two encounters with him. He enjoyed pushing her over her comfort level each time. That is what his patrons wanted and that is what he delivered, Charlotte no different.

"As you wish." Charlotte was too excited, and not only for the acceptance of her proposal with Michael. She was treading into dangerous and unknown territory with Michael, and that was more exciting, sexually exciting. He was older than she was, but he knew just what a woman needed, even if that was not what she thought she wanted.

"I have to leave for another meeting. I have all the confidence in you, Charlotte. I am sure that you won't let me down." He stood up and she did, too, his eyes drawn to her body again, the long legs that were revealed by the short skirt. He had felt her, but he longed to see her naked body. He moved to the door, holding it open until she moved next to him.

She felt his hand reach out and she stopped, almost knowing what he would do. Her body trembled until she felt the pressure of his hand on her waist.

"You do not have to dress so businesslike during the day, but I insist that you not stand out at night among the patrons. I saw the lovely dress you wore the other night, and I expect you to look equally elegant and sexy each night. I am sure that you will be here many days late at night, so you may change here so it is more convenient. I will have an office made available for your use. Just ask Bill, and he will show it to you."

He noticed how she looked the other night. So, he was watching her. "Thank you, Michael." He said sexy. He thought she was sexy.

"I appreciate women that not only have brains but a body to match." His hand smothered over her buttocks, turning her body until he could see the gentle swell of her buttocks. She didn't move as he fondled her buttocks, feeling the gentle contractions of her muscles beneath the tight dress. He lightly tapped her ass. "A lovely body, Charlotte. It just needs to be trained." He turned her back toward him, noticing her flushed face. "Have a good day."

She rushed out to the car this time, the top up, Charlotte wanting her privacy. She pushed the seat back, spreading her legs, her hand sneaking beneath her skirt. Her panties were drenched; pushing them aside and two fingers entered her wet pussy with ease. It took her only two minute to cum, Michael's word driving the orgasm from her body. It was his words that made her orgasm explode. "Needs to be trained."

* * * *

It was a busy week, Charlotte bringing in the sub-contractors, working with Kevin to get everything into place. They were going to test it a week from Sunday night, one of the slower nights. The first couple of days she wore her usual suits, but by the next week, the work got messier as they installed the new computers in the server room, a tightly filled room that was getting more cramped.

Michael had given her an office next to his. She looked at the door that connected them, but it never opened, not even sure if Michael was around, though she felt his presence.

"Looks like everything's ready to go from the tech side, Charlotte," Kevin said late Saturday afternoon.

"The system seems to be running okay. We'll shut it down tonight, but bring it live tomorrow night. I already alerted Bill. Everyone will be here to take care of any glitches that I am sure will happen. I'll see you at three tomorrow for final test. Thanks for all your hard work, Kevin. You really made this work."

"You made it work, Charlotte."

"We all did."

* * * *

They raced around like crazy people on Sunday, but with all a single purpose in mind. The usual problems came up, but her team was able to overcome each one quickly and efficiently.

"Good job, Charlotte," Bill checking all of his monitors, all the stats coming back to him with ease.

"It will get better with the new equipment. Next month you'll have everything, and I'm sure you'll be impressed."

Bill was impressed with Charlotte. Not only her skills, but also her looks. Even in jeans, she looked good, three-inch heels and a pair of jeans that looked like it was poured over her body. The blouse had two buttons opened at the top, and he could see lots of lovely pale, freckled skin and also lots of deep cleavage. "You're going to make my job look too easy, Charlotte."

"Your job will never be easy. You have the people skills to handle the patrons. Just like Michael. I'll never be able to automate that."

"I just serve them, Michael anticipates them." The people were starting to come in. "Time to serve."

"Call me with any problem. I'm going to change." Charlotte went upstairs to her office. She looked for Michael but didn't see him. She would see him tonight, she was positive of that. She hoped it would be more than work.

She opened the closet and took out the dress she had for tonight. This one was not as revealing as the last one, but it was just as sexy. It was a little black dress, and when she tried it on, it felt like it was made just for her body. It clung to every nook and cranny and highlighted each of them. It had buttons from the neck to the hem. There would be no bra, only panties, a thong, tonight. A new pair of five-inch heels was in the box. Michael liked them last time, and she didn't want to disappoint him. The office that she had, opened up to the main floor below, a wide expanse of windows looking down to the patrons beginning to file in. Her cell phone was silent, testament to no problems with the system, the others still downstairs monitoring it for the slightest variations. She jumped when the door opened, surprised but pleased to see Michael walking in. He wore a tan suit with a thin black sweater underneath it. He didn't have an ounce of fat on him, the muscles rippling beneath the sweater. The pants were tailored like her dress, clinging to everything, especially his bulge. Her hands wanted to reach out and touch him, but she didn't move until her came over to him. "Everything is working fine, Michael. You and Bill are going to be impressed."

"We already are, Charlotte. You might not see me, but I see everything that goes on. I'm a hands-on person. You did everything you said you would and more. I look forward to the next phase."

"Thank you, Michael. It's good to hear you say that. My team worked hard to make it happen."

Michael pulled up a chair next to where Charlotte was standing. "Come over here."

Charlotte could tell by his voice. They had finished with business. This was something else. Her legs could barely move the few steps over to him, her eyes staring at the two large hands that were waiting for her. It was strange, able to hear the hundreds of voices below talking, able to see them. She knew the glass was one way, but she still felt like they were going to watch. She stood next to the chair, looking down as Michael scanned her body with an intense look in his eyes.

"I love that dress. I can't wait to see you in it, Charlotte. First, I want to see you without it. Turn this way."

"Yes, Michael," she said as if he had hypnotized her. She looked down as his hands touched her hips, turning until she was facing him. She felt a surge or arousal race through her body. She knew he was going to strip her naked and watch her dress.

"I love those jeans, Charlotte. They fit you so nicely." His fingers went to the waist, finding the zipper and slowly drew it down, the soft hiss of the zipper overshadowed by Charlotte's heavy breathing. He opened the belt and the button at the top of the jeans, pulling them back to expose the flat plane of her sex, the tight panties pulled over her mound. He began to pull them down her legs, the jeans clinging to her flesh as he drew them down her hips.

She couldn't catch her breath as Michael's hands touched her, pulling the zipper down, and then unbuckling the belt and pulling open her jeans at her waist. His hands yanked them down her hips, sliding back and forth, as the tight jeans clung to her flesh and fought him every inch of the way. It only prolonged the act of having her jeans stripped from her body. She stood there until her jeans were around her ankles. She knew that he was looking at the wet spot on her panties, Charlotte turning red in shame at her arousal. He lifted each of her feet and took off her heels, finally pulling the jeans from each leg. He picked up the jeans and neatly folded them while Charlotte stood in her panties.

"Turn," his hand finding a naked cheek as he turned her until he could see her naked buttocks. "I love thongs," he commented, but his hands were clutching her twin buttocks and squeezing them with such passion. He saw the top of the thong disappear in the sharp crack of her ass and remembered how tight and hot her ass hole was when he penetrated her anally. He released her and stood up.

She watched as his fingers worked on her blouse, slowly and methodically opening them and drawing back her bra until he could strip it from her. It didn't take him long, turning her so she was facing the window below, shivering in her bra and panties as if they could see her from below. Her hands were at her sides as his fingers nimbly opened her bra. He slipped it off her shoulders, Charlotte feeling the cool air blowing across her nipples as they were revealed. The bra sank to the floor. She felt Michael behind her, this time feeling him press up against her. It was the first time that she felt his erection. She felt the thick flesh of his cock rubbing across her naked buttocks.

Michael pushed her hair to the side so he could look over her shoulder and gaze upon her naked breasts. Her skin was pale, but her large brown nipples protruded out prominently, even without as much as a touch of his fingers.

His lips were soft as they nuzzled her naked neck, but his fingers slowly crept up her sides, running over her smooth skin, Charlotte frozen in anticipation when he would touch her nipples. His fingers were demanding the last time, pinching and teasing her nipples until they ached. She had bought the nipple clamps but was too scared to put them on, but she loved the way Michael pinched her nipples so hard. She leaned back into him, letting him have his way with her body. She didn't have to wait long until she felt him.

Michael looked over her shoulder as his fingers teased around her areolas, her nipples growing in thickness without so much as being touched. His fingers moved closer and closer to her big, brown nipples, goose bumps appearing like miniature hard nipples. He wet his two fingers, the light touch of his wet fingers over the very tips, a soft moan from Charlotte as she arched her back provocatively. He began to squeeze the hard tips, as they grew thick with her arousal.

It was strange to look down to see two large male hands fondling and rolling her nipples as he pinched them tighter until she felt the pleasure of the pain. Would the nipple clamps feel the same way, or would they hurt as they did when I used them on my finger? She looked down at the throng of people below, as she stood almost naked above them. She found her hips moving without knowing it, rubbing back and forth rhythmically against the growing erection of Michael. She had to stop herself from reaching back and grabbing the glorious thick cock that rubbed on her ass.

Michael pulled away. "Put the heels on," he ordered her. He enjoyed the way she had to bend over, her naked, pendulous breasts reaching for the ground as they swayed sensuously. She finally stood up, naked except for the briefest thong, her long, lean legs stretching up to reach her crotch, perched high on the heels. He wished he could march her around the club that way, but that might be another night. He handed her the dress.

She looked into his eyes as she put the dress on, wishing he had finished her off, leaving her aroused and unfulfilled. She knew how he must have felt the last time when he forced her to cum but left her without saying a word or taking his pleasure from her. She was afraid of the first time with him. Michael didn't care whether she consented or not. He would take her in any manner he desired, and she knew she wouldn't stop him. Not only her pussy, but also her mouth or her ass would be available, the last two still-virgin territory.

"Leave four buttons open." She had only left two open, three more revealing, four bordering on exposed. She had nice tits, and she would have to learn to let others see and explore them.

The dress could barely keep her bare breasts contained, but she dared not defy him. She could see her reflection in the mirror. She looked and felt so sexy. She felt him slap her ass, the familiar sting welcome as he got up and left without saying a word.

Kevin's tongue dropped out of his mouth when he saw her, and all through the night, she caught him looking into her dress and at her naked breasts. Sam was equally impressed, though less obvious. She couldn't keep her nipples from staying into a permanent state of erection. Is it because I am openly displayed for all to see? She couldn't imagine what it would feel like to be on one of the stages and forced into sexual acts with strangers as everyone watched and wished it were they with her. She didn't see Michael again that night, though she could feel him looking at her.

* * * *

The next few weeks were frantic and exciting. She worked hard to please Michael with her abilities, the new system implementation so successful, though she did have to keep on top of it constantly and adapt to problems. Charlotte worked hard to please Michael in the other way. Once or twice a week, she would find herself in his office, alone with him. Without as much as a word, he would touch and fondle her at will, Charlotte standing before him as he had his way with her. He made her cum each time, each time she came harder than the last. He seemed to find something in her and drew it out, something that Charlotte didn't even know existed. Yet each time, he never made her satisfy his lust, though she longed to feel his cock in her hands and between her legs. Is he doing it on purpose? Is he leading up to something more dramatic? Tonight she would out.

"I'm pleased with everything you have done, Charlotte. The system is up and running without any problems."

Charlotte was disappointed that the job she contracted was complete. Her frequent visits were not needed any more, and she should be devoting more time to her other clients. She was almost working day and night to keep all of them happy, and she should be glad that her time here would free up time for her to have a life beyond work. "Yes, Michael. I'm glad you're satisfied." She had been thinking about this for a week now, running it through her head at night until she could hardly sleep. She finally blurted it out before she could change her mind again. "I want to be in one of your shows. With you!"

"I have been waiting for you to say that, Charlotte. It is something that you had to come to your own decision. Saturday night. It's our busiest night. You will be on the main stage. No mask, I want them to see your beauty and every expression on your face."

It was decided that quickly. Charlotte was already having her doubts, but the sexual excitement was overpowering. Hundreds of people would see her naked. "What will happen?"

"The unexpected is much more exciting, Charlotte. You will not know until Saturday night. The limo will pick you up at 7 P.M. A costume will be here for you, so casual wear is appropriate. I look forward to enjoying your body, Charlotte."

He didn't say a word after that, picking up the phone that rang. She left with just a nod to him, but her legs barely kept her up as she walked to the car. Her mind raced, as she drove home, not even a quick masturbation could quell the lust that continued in her loins. It was going to be a long week until Saturday.

 

 

CHAPTER 6

Charlotte Performs

Charlotte paced the house all day Saturday. She took a hot bath late in the afternoon, but it failed to calm her nerves. She hadn't masturbated for days, though the desire was overpowering. She didn't want anything to dampen her desires. She could barely eat as the clock slowly ticked off the minutes. She put on a sweater and jeans, wondering what the costume would look like. If only she had the nerve to tell Rachel what she was going to do, but she wanted to wait until after it was over. She wanted to make sure that she felt the excitement, not the shame, of what she had submitted to. Then she would invite Rachel down, sure that Michael would have an interesting show for the two of them. She wasn't sure if she wanted to share Michael with Rachel, but it would be Michael's decision. It was always Michael's decision.

The limousine was on time, Charlotte not surprised it was the same blonde driver as before. She was holding the door open for her.

"Good to see you again," the driver said, looking at Charlotte as she got in. She was dressed casual, not like last time, but she didn't say anything yet. They drove off silently.

"I'm supposed to drop you off at the back entrance, is that okay?"

"Yes, that's okay."

"Are you going to miss the show tonight? I heard it was supposed to be special. Michael is going to be in it." Michael rarely participated in the show. She wished she could see it instead of waiting around the corner all night.

"I'm in it," Charlotte said, seeing the blonde driver look at her through the rearview mirror in surprise.

"Damn, never met anyone that was in the show. Mind if I ask you what it's about?"

"I don't know. It's always unexpected."

"Michael must have a thing for you. I hope it's everything you desire."

They didn't say a thing after that, the driver dropping off Charlotte at the back door. Bill was waiting for her, but besides the usual greetings, he didn't mention anything about the show. She should have realized that he would also see the show, already feeling a little shame at the thought of him watching.

He brought her to the office she had used before; Charlotte looking down at the blackened stage below as a few people began to trickle in. She opened up the closet door to see what she was to wear, surprised, not what she had expected. It was a full skirt and blouse, but it was in bright colors. There was a bra and panties, but they were far from anything sexy, more Wal-Mart than Victoria's Secret. Even the shoes were nothing sexy, a pair of wedge sandals, though the wedge was at least five-inches tall. Michael liked the way her legs looked in heels, the taller the better. She paced the floor nervously as more and more people filled the floor beneath the window, Charlotte able to see the same people that would soon see her intimately. The more she looked at her clothes, the more it looked like she was going on vacation. She tried to imagine all the scenarios that Michael might conjure up, but she knew that his sexual imagination was far superior to hers. The knock on the door scared her for a second, shocking her back to the reality of the situation. She saw the clock, almost time for the show to start, time for Charlotte to go on stage. "Come in." She didn't recognize him.

"Michael sent me to take you downstairs." He looked at her, loving his job of escorting the girls to the stage. One minute he saw them completely dressed, the next he could sneak a peek at the stage as the show progressed, seeing the lovely girls as they were stripped of their clothes.

She followed him down the back stairs, not passing anyone until they were at the back of the stage. It was still dark, Charlotte straining to see, but except for some dark objects, she didn't have a hint.

"Get ready. Just improvise at the beginning. You'll do fine." He left her on the stage.

The lights came on gradually on the stage and the scene began to unfold. The walls were lined with signs giving directions, but they were all in Spanish. The stage got bright and Charlotte could feel the heat of the lamps as though the outside temperature went up twenty degrees. The loudspeaker blared loudly, Charlotte jumping.

"Please grab your bag and get in line for customs immediately. Do not let your bag out of your control." It was repeated in Spanish.

A soldier appeared next to Charlotte. He had a dark complexion and a black moustache, but close up, she could tell it was makeup. He was young and handsome, but it wasn't Michael.

"Is that your bag?" His voice was gruff as he pointed to the red suitcase next to her.

She looked down at the bag, turning over the tag until she saw her name on it. "Yes." She was already beginning to sweat from the heat of the lights. She looked around the stage, the chairs filled with people looking like they were waiting for a plane.

"Grab it and get in line, Puta!" Damn Americans, thinking the world revolved around them.

She recognized the Spanish word for slut, but the soldier had a pistol strapped around his waist and stripes on his arm, Charlotte not willing to go against him. His armpits were ringed in sweat. He was taller than Charlotte, but he was muscular, with large hands that looked like they could wring her neck without any trouble. She was in a different country, obviously on vacation by her dress. From the language and heat, it was central or south America. "Yes, Sir." She picked up the bag, heavier than she expected it to be. It obviously had something in it, but she didn't know what.

"Don't forget your purse," grumbling something in Spanish at her inability to grab her own things.

Charlotte picked up her purse, a bright red fake-leather bag, swung it across her shoulder and carried her suitcase over to the line, two women in front of her, both Americans. She waited patiently as a young soldier, no stripes on his arm, obviously a new soldier. He opened the bag of each of the women in front of her, pawing through it without much attention to the owners, the women older. It was her turn, Charlotte putting the bag on the table next to him.

"How long will you be in our country, Senorita?" He looked at her, this one young and attractive. There was no one else in line; he would take his time with this one.

"Two weeks."

"Purpose of trip?"

"Vacation."

"Do you have anything to declare or carrying any contraband?"

"No," watching as he opened up her suitcase. It was filled with clothes, just like the ones she was wearing, cheap bargain-basement clothes and a little flashy. He was taking them out one at a time now, not like the other two women. He piled them up, dresses, tops, shorts and a bathrobe. He was half the way through, the lingerie lining the bottom. He pulled out a bra, holding it up and looking at her breasts as he did.

"Grande pecho!" He showed the bra to the other soldier, and they both laughed.

She didn't need to know Spanish to understand what he said, her face flushing in shame as he put the bra aside, handling each one as though he was caressing her breasts encased in them. Her panties were next, holding a pair up in the air, the white panties abbreviated, not like the pair she was wearing.

"Amable e traseros." He rubbed them over his hand, putting them down, but inspecting each one intimately.

She was almost afraid he was going to pick them up and smell them, but he fondled each pair as he looked at her, Charlotte only imaging what he was thinking as he did. The heat and the shame made her face feel flushed. At least the shoes were the only thing left, the guard not very interested in them. He picked up a cosmetic case, but he pushed it aside with only a glance when he saw the brown bag in the suitcase.

He picked it up, Charlotte hearing something clanging inside it. His face lit up as he looked inside, staring back at her as his fingers drew something out of the bag. She recognized it instantly, a pair of nipple clamps, but they were different then the one she bought. These were cheap imitations, the clamps at the end had sharp serrated edges and she could tell that the springs were strong. These were meant to pinch harshly.

"You like?" He dangled them from his fingers.

"No!" She protested, but he just grinned wider. She was afraid of what he would take out next. It hummed loudly as it bounced on the table where he had dropped it. She didn't have one like this, but she knew a rabbit vibrator when she saw it. She couldn't believe it as the powerful motors made it move and vibrate nosily on the wooden table. The shaft twisted, the thick rubber module sticking out making it move up and down. It looked so perverse in the open light, the wing sticking out obscenely as it vibrated.

"Puta needs a man."

It only got worse, this one Charlotte not even sure what it was. It was a vibrator, the guard turning it on as soon as he pulled it out. There were three balls on it, each one vibrating, but they were connected by a slim shaft, the shaft not straight, almost wavy. The end ball was the smallest, but as they went down the shaft, they grew bigger. It vibrated next to the other one on the table as the guard continued.

He dumped out the rest of the bag, at least half a dozen wooden clothespins. Not the new ones, but the old fashioned with the heavy springs. Among it was another chain, but this one had a sliding clamp on it, taking Charlotte a minute before she realized where it could be placed, noting a heavy weight at the bottom of the chain that would drag it down toward the ground. It was meant for a woman's clit. At last, the suitcase was empty and she could end this shameful search. More guards were gathering around as they saw what was in her suitcase.

"Your purse, Puta."

She handed it to him. He dumped it out on the table; at least nothing was in it except the normal things a woman carried.

It didn't take him long, knowing he would find something. Any woman that carried this many sex toys wouldn't stop with just them. He opened up a make-up case, but there was no make-up in it. Inside were ten neatly rolled cigarettes. He took one out, holding it up to his nose as he inhaled the sweet smell. "Marihuana."

"It's not mine," Charlotte cried out in protest, but she knew it would do no good.

"Of course," the guard said, smiling. "Put your things back in your bag and suitcase.

She hurried to put everything away and get out of there. She had a hard time closing the suitcase, but at least the incessant vibrating was stopped. She threw the things in her purse, leaving the make-up case on the table.

"This way," the guard ushered her out the door.

The lights turned out, plunging the stage into darkness. Charlotte waited; her heart racing. She was afraid of what would happen now. She could hear things being moved, but the blackness prevented her from seeing anything but black shadows. It took only a few short moments before the lights came back on, the air cooling down, but heating up once the bright lights beat back down on the stage.

"In here; the captain will be with you shortly." He closed the door behind him, Charlotte finding herself in another room. This one was sparsely furnished, a large table in the center, a small desk and chair to one side. There were ten soldiers in the room, some of them privates, young boys, but others were hardened soldiers with many stripes on their sleeves. All carried pistols strapped to their waists. They looked at Charlotte. She scanned their faces, but none was Michael. Maybe he was the captain. They snapped to attention when the door opened, an older man, the bars on his shoulders signifying his rank as well as the respect the men gave him.

"They weren't mine," she blurted out when he came in.

"Silence! Do not speak unless I give you permission." He sat down at the desk, opening up the folder.

She could see a picture of her in the folder, wondering what else it said. He looked up at her once, then back to the folder. He pulled the make-up case out of his pocket and put it on the table. He finally put the folder down and spoke to her. "Here on vacation?"

"Yes, Sir." She stood in the middle of the room, the soldiers behind her, the captain in front of her. It was warmer than in the crowded room, the sweat beading up on her forehead.

"You bring lots of sex toys to my country. You don't have a man to satisfy you?" He rubbed his crotch as he looked at her. She was a lovely redhead, rare in his country. He scanned her body from her pretty face, full breasts to her long, lean legs. A tall girl, young, twenty-five. What was wrong with American males, were they all gay?

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"I asked you a question; don't you have a man to satisfy you?" He thumped his fist onto the table, making her jump in fear.

"No, Sir," she hated to admit.

"What a waste of a lovely body, Charlotte. You need the feel of a real man's cock, not a plastic toy that works with batteries. While we don't like you bringing in perverted sex toys into our country, it is only immoral, not illegal. The marihuana is different. We have very strict drug laws, especially for foreigners trying to pollute our country with such filth.

"It's not mm—"

"Silence, I won't tell you again. I never heard a drug smuggler admit that it was their drugs. They were all framed. We are not stupid, Charlotte." Captain Martinez stood up and walked over to her, his eyes devouring her body. "We will investigate. Your cooperation will play a great part in my decision. Do you understand?" He rubbed his crotch, his erection growing.

There were eleven men in the room and still no Michael, but the captain made it perfectly clear what he expected of her. "Yes, Sir."

"First, we will have to make sure that you don't have any more drugs on you, Charlotte."

"I don't," she blurted out, but she saw his steely glare at her. Her lips clenched tight in silence.

"We cannot trust you, Charlotte. You must prove yourself. Now face my men and remove your blouse. You are a well-endowed, young girl. You could be hiding lots of drug in there."

Charlotte hoped that Michael would come in and save her, but she waited and nothing happened. She walked over to the ten men, almost able to see out into the audience and the hundreds of other people that were watching her. She knew that they wouldn't stop with her blouse. She would have to strip completely naked, and then she feared what else they would require of her cooperation. There were lots of soldiers, all of them showing the obvious bulge in their uniforms of their erections. With shaky feet and trembling hands, she waked the last step in front of the men and began to unbutton her blouse. She looked at the soldiers, but they never saw her, their eyes glued to the front of her blouse as it pulled open and revealed the pure white bra that kept her large breasts encased. It felt like hours before she slipped it from her shoulders.

"Walk over and place it on my desk then back to stand in front of my men." The captain was very explicit.

She was going to have to parade in front of the men until she was completely naked. She walked over, placing the blouse neatly on the desk, then back until she stood in front of the men again.

"Lovely pale skin and lots of freckles, Charlotte. Very generous cleavage. What size are your breasts, Charlotte?"

She had always been proud that she was 36-C, but now it was shameful to admit it. "36-C."

"I love a full-breasted woman, Charlotte. Do you have big areolas? Are they dark brown?"

It was bad enough that she was going to have to show them, now he wanted her to tell them first. "Yes, Sir, they are brown, about the size of quarters." Her upper chest began to get flushed in shame as the men continued to stare at her chest.

"Are your nipples sensitive? Do you like when your clamps bite deep into them. A little pain to get you wet, Charlotte?"

She couldn't stand the sexual interrogation, but she was afraid of defying him. She was at his mercy. "Yes, Sir, they are sensitive. I've never used the clamps. They are new." She had to play his game.

"Remove the bra now, Charlotte. Show my men your beautiful American tits. Slowly, tease us with that lovely, young body.

Charlotte put her hands behind her back, arching her breasts as she opened the simple catch. She held the straps, keeping her breasts covered, even as she felt them lose the support of the bra. She held it, just as he asked, teasing them before she let the straps slip down, one at a time, all the while one hand held her bra over her naked breasts. She finally uncovered her breasts, her hand holding the bra at her side, the soldiers' eyes lighting up as they ogled her bare breasts. In spite of the heat of the room, her nipples began to harden, Charlotte's body betraying her.

"Put the bra on my desk, Charlotte."

All eyes were on her as she walked the short distance to the desk, but it felt like her breasts had a life of their own, swaying sensuously back and forth as she walked. She bent over to put the bra down, standing back up when she realized how that looked as they hung down. She turned around again to face the soldiers and take the walk back as they watched her move.

"Stop," the captain stopped her, turning her until Charlotte was facing him. His eyes took at her breasts, beautiful mountains of young, womanly flesh, pale skin but tipped with chocolate areolas and nipples that thickened without any stimulation. "You have nice tits, Charlotte." He waited for a response. "Tell me thank you."

"Thank you, Sir." He nodded for her to continue to walk over to the soldiers, catching many of them rubbing their crotches and rearranging their erections. She stood before them, waiting for the next command.

"Let my men see the beauty of your tits, Charlotte. Lace your fingers behind your neck. Bow your elbows to the sides. Yes, like that, Charlotte. Even your heavy tits stand up tall and proud. Arch your back and thrust them out for my men. Let them see your proud, soft tits."

She stood there obscenely, posing lewdly, thrusting out her breasts as if she welcomed the ogling eyes of the soldiers. They continued to stare at her bare breasts as she posed for them.

"Very good, Charlotte. You are doing a good job obeying. Now play with your nipples. Show my men what you do in the privacy of your bedroom at night when you don't have all your toys." He saw her turn and look at him, hatred in her eyes, but he stared back at her, daring her to defy him and suffer his wrath. "Smile when you do it, Charlotte. Show my men how much you like to play with your body for them."

She forced a grin on her face, her hands moving down from her neck, cupping under her breasts and holding them out in mock offering to the men. Her fingers curled around to her nipples, the tips of two fingers lightly tracing across the sensitive tips, Charlotte fighting not to show the pleasure that her fingers brought her. She felt her nipples begin to thicken as her fingers began to work them into hard, thick flesh. She felt the dampness between her legs, and it wasn't sweat as her fingers began to work on her nipples as if they had a mind of their own.

"Pinch them, Charlotte. Get them nice and hard for my men. Pull on them so I can see how elastic they are as they stretch."

She felt the pain her own fingers inflicted on her nipples, but the pain was of pleasure, Charlotte shamed as her nipples grew as she squeezed them tight and pulled them until the dark brown nipples stretched out into ribbons of flesh. She seemed to lose track of time, her finger bringing too much enjoyment to her, almost forgetting that she was fondling her half-naked body in front of a room full of horny soldiers and an audience.

"You certainly do enjoy your own body, Charlotte. My men enjoy it, also. Now, show us some more leg. Pull up your skirt, slowly. You are a tall girl with long legs. Men love to imagine them wrapped around their back as they hammer their cocks into your snug, tight hole."

Her panties were getting wetter, the fondling of her nipples exciting her. Now they would know her shame, Charlotte forced to raise her skirt and show them her wet panties. Her hands went to the hem of the skirt, and she began to raise it up. Slowly, inch by painful inch, it rose up higher and higher. She looked down, the edge of her panties showing, but her hands continued to pull up her skirt until it was over her waist, only her panties protecting her from their prying eyes. She held the skirt high up.

"I like those pure white panties. Not like the short, tight ones in your suitcase. Spread your legs and tighten the material so we can see your panties outline every curve, crevice and slit in your sex." The captain was behind her, but he would see her ass before the men would.

With one hand holding her skirt up, she spread her legs, slowly, a foot at a time, stopping, then another foot, until her legs were spread three feet apart. Her free hand slid down over her belly and the gentle swell of her pubic mound, smothering the silky panties over her flesh. She could feel the panties slide in her slit, the wide spread of her legs opening her up. Her hand went behind her, finding her crack, one finger sliding the panties in it so the captain would see all that she had to offer.

"Very nice, Charlotte. You are learning to please me." The young girl was growing aroused by her display to his men. "A lovely ass, Charlotte. Clench your cheeks; show me how tight your muscles are." His cock reared up when her cheeks clenched tightly together, imagining what it would feel like if his prick was between her cheeks when she trapped it with her powerful muscles. "You could squeeze a cock into cumming with those tight muscles, Charlotte. Turn around and show my men, contract your muscles as if you were pleasing a real man inside you instead of those phony dildoes."

She kept her skirt up high as she turned her back to the men. The captain stared at her pussy, while she clenched and unclenched her cheeks for the men that were staring at her ass. She was always proud of her ass, enjoying when men looked at it, but this was obscene, openly exposing herself to the men.

"I can see you are enjoying this, Charlotte. Your wet panties can't hide your shame. Take off your skirt and put it on the table."

She couldn't stop her hips from swaying back and forth as she walked; in fact, the more she tried not to, the harder it was. She could feel her wet pussy lips sliding back and forth over the smooth, silky panties, soaking up her obvious arousal, staining her panties in her shame. The captain stopped her as she neared him.

He stared at her mound, the panties pushed into the sharp divide of her slit. He could see the thick bush of her pubic hairs, almost forgetting that she was a redhead. He had never seen a red-haired bush. He couldn't wait to run his fingers through it. "Nice pussy, Charlotte. I can't wait to see it. Back to my men. This time, sit in a chair and take off your panties slowly. Keep your legs spread as you do it. Show them all you have to offer." The captain followed her over to his men. He didn't want to miss it as she revealed her pussy to them.

There were eleven horny men in front of her as Charlotte sat in the chair. Her back stuck to the chair, her naked legs squeaking as she spread her legs slightly. She stared into the eyes of the captain as she raised her ass off of the chair, her hands moving to the sides of the panties as she slowly began to pull it down over her hips. She felt the tremor of excitement as the elastic band of the panties slid over the top of her bush, tingling to the roots of the follicles. She struggled to pull the panties over her sweat-drenched skin, inch after inch of her skin revealed, her red bush revealed for the first time, the soldiers' mouths opened in surprise to see such a thing. Her ass arched up higher and higher as she struggled to pull the panties down. Finally, her ass naked, settled back down onto the chair, her panties at the bottom of her pussy, hiding most of her treasures.

"Slowly, Charlotte. Let us take in the beauty of that pink, tight pussy." The captain was as excited as his men.

Charlotte lifted up her legs until the bottom of her feet were on the edge of the chair. Her legs were together, the panties covering her sex. She moved her legs to the side until her panties were tighter, not able to spread any wider and get them off. She began to pull them up her legs, higher and higher until the panties were at her knees, then she slid them back down her legs until they were at her ankles.

"Kick them off; you can put them on the table later. Leave your feet on the chair seat, but spread your legs and show us your pussy, Charlotte. Show us everything; we want to see inside you."

Some of the men were openly masturbating, rubbing the bulging erections that pushed out their uniforms as Charlotte began to part her thighs and legs. She could feel the wet lips of her pussy pulling apart as she opened up like a flower. Not only was her pussy revealed, but also Charlotte could feel the pressure as her anus begin to open. She hadn't thought of that, but it was too late. She spread her legs shamefully as the wet lips of her pussy felt the heat of the bright lights shining intimately on her open sex.

The captain didn't say a word for almost five minutes, all of the men drinking in the beauty of the naked girl that was exposing herself for all of them to see. Her white skin and freckles were covered with a light sheen of sweat, her nipples swollen into tiny rocks, her pussy glistening in the bright lights, revealing her arousal. Even the light brown hole of her anus was exposed, a tiny hole in a sea of white flesh and firm muscles.

"Put your panties on the desk now, Charlotte," the captain barely able to speak, his mouth and lips parched in arousal.

Charlotte could feel her wet pussy lips sliding back and forth as she walked, completely naked except for the five-inch sandals that made her walking more obscene than it already was. She clenched her buttocks tight; her back was to the men, shamed that she had exposed her anus to them already but not going to make the same mistake again. She put the last of her clothes on the table, stark naked, fearful of what would happen now. This would be a good time for Michael to come in and save her from anything else. She walked back over in front of the men.

"Spread your legs, Charlotte. Real far this time, at least four feet between your legs. You have nice long legs and all girls legs should be spread wide."

She did as he ordered, her legs spreading wider and wider until she felt a gentle ache in her crotch. She cringed at his next command.

"Pull your lips apart and show us lots of pink pussy."

Her fingers crept through her bush, the excitement of touching her soft, pubic hairs tingling through her body. Her fingers slid on her oily lips, pinching harder until she felt them straining to open. She pulled wider, feeling her pussy open up until it hurt. She struggled to keep her wet lips open as she stood there for all of the soldiers to stare up into her. She felt the shame as her arousal slid down her inner thighs.

"Yes, a lovely pussy, Charlotte. Now, show us what you do with your fingers at night, Charlotte. Masturbate but don't you dare cum," he warned her.

As humiliating at it would be, she almost welcomed the chance to rub her pussy. She was so wet. She began to perform for them, one hand sliding down between her lips, sliding each one back as she explored the smooth, wet, silky inner lips almost clinically. She just wished it were Michael's fingers that were doing it, but the pleasure began to race through her body. For long minutes she played with the inner lips, her finger moving up higher, finding her clit already pushed out of its protective hood. She knew what the captain wanted, two fingers squeezing her clit at the base until all the blood was pounding in the tip. With her other finger, she began to rub the tip, slowly and gently at first, but gradually moving up until she was almost slapping it with the tip of her hard nail. Each thud sounded so loud, her body shaking in unexpected pain and pleasure.

She wasn't going to last much longer, Charlotte's eyes glazing over in lust, her pussy dripping her juices down her thighs, her fingers moving with speed and skill. He had to stop her, wanting her still aroused so he could continue. "Enough, Charlotte. I want you to bend over the chair, your hands on the seat. Spread your legs so we can see your ass."

Michael touched her back there, but except for the brief glimpse that she had inadvertently given them when she spread her legs while sitting down, no man had ever seen her ass hole. She turned her back to them; at least she wouldn't have to see their faces as they gazed shamelessly at her. She bent over, spreading her legs as she did, feeling her cheeks begin to part until she could almost feel a breeze blowing on her exposed anus. That still wasn't good enough for the captain, his voice ringing out his lewd command.

"Reach back and peel apart your cheeks, Charlotte. I want them stretched so wide that the pucker is gone from your ass hole."

Tears fell from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as her hands went to her cheeks and she fought her own muscles until they relented and her buttocks began to open. It wasn't only the eleven men on the stage, but hundreds of others in the audience gazing at her ass hole, her virgin ass hole. She never felt as humiliated as she was now, hiding her face in shame on the seat of the chair. She pulled her cheeks apart until they would go no farther, struggling to keep them open. She felt the air blowing inside her, knowing how exposed she was.

"Are you a virgin back there, Charlotte?"

"Yes, Siiiirr," she sobbed in shame.

"So pink and tight, Charlotte. Can you clench you ass muscles and make it dance for us?" It wasn't a question.

"Please, don't make me do that, Sir. Please!" She begged, but he didn't respond. She knew what his answer would be. He wanted to shame her. She fought every bit of her being, finally surrendering. She wasn't sure what he wanted, starting out by clenching her buttocks. She did it three times rapidly, feeling her anal ring suck inward with each clench then flower open again.

"Look at her ass hole pucker open and shut, so tight. Nothing has been up there yet. Very nice, Charlotte. Now push out with your ass hole. Just as if you are going to have a bowel movement. I want it to flutter open for me."

Her shame would never end, Charlotte grunting as she pushed out with her muscles, afraid of having an accident, yet trying to please the captain so she could end this humiliation. Each time she performed, he asked for more, her buttocks and anal ring contracting rhythmically.

The captain could only imagine what it would feel like to have his cock up her ass when she did that, the contractions of her muscles milking the cum from his balls as they raced over his cock. "Keep it up, Charlotte. It is such a delight to see a young, girl's ass hole work so hard."

Through the shame of it all, her pussy was flooding her thighs, her pussy muscles forced to clench tight as her ass muscles contracted. How can my body do such a thing to me?

"You may stand up now, Charlotte."

She stood up instantly, glad that this was over or hoped it was. She was naked; they could see that she didn't have anything on her. They had almost peered up inside her pussy and ass hole. What else was left for them to shame me with?

 

 

CHAPTER 7

Intimate Examination

"Sit on the edge of the table. Then we can begin the internal examination."

The men began to crowd around the table as she sat down on it. She knew what they were going to do now. She would be penetrated with fingers, just as Michael had done to her. Her shame would know no bounds if she came while they examined her.

Charlotte never felt as naked as she did now. The men were all crowded around her; their erections looking like tent poles in the front of their uniforms. She looked at the door but no Michael to save her. She looked over to see the captain opening up her suitcase again, the crackle of the paper bag and the metal sounds as the toys bounced around inside it. He was grinning evilly when he brought them over to the table.

"Since you made special plans to bring these toys into our country, you should at least show us how they work, Charlotte."

She knew better than to protest her innocence; it would do no good.

"Women have so many places to bring drugs into our country." The captain began to lecture his men on the correct procedures of search. "The mouth is the first place I'll check. Open your mouth, Charlotte. Wider," he encouraged her.

His hands were on the side of her head, pushing it up until she was almost staring at the ceiling. She began to open her mouth, but she wasn't fast enough for him, his fingers going to the corners of her mouth and pulling her lips open wide until they felt like tearing. Her jaw hurt by the time she had her mouth open as wide as possible, but his fingers were already being stuffed into her mouth. She could taste his foul fingers, not sure where they had been, drool already running down her chin as the fingers began to explore her mouth. They were everywhere, pushing out her cheeks as fingers searched between her cheeks and her teeth, running over her gums. Two powerful fingers grabbed her tongue, one hand holding her mouth open, the other yanking her tongue out until it felt like he was going to tear it from its roots.

"They can hide drugs under the tongue," pulling her tongue up so high that they could see the bottom of her mouth clearly in the bright lights. He didn't let go of her tongue, enjoying the way the spit flowed over her lips and down her chin onto her naked breasts.

"GGLGGHH," is all that would come out of her mouth. He finally released her tongue, but it felt like he was jamming his fist into her mouth, her lips tearing, her jaw feeling like it was busted as the thick heel of his hand pushed into her mouth. The fingers shoved to the back of her mouth. "EEEEGGH! EEEGGHHH!" She gagged, but the fingers only pushed in deeper, feeling them tickle her tonsils, her stomach turning over, afraid of vomiting if he didn't stop.

"They can swallow a bag of drugs and use a string to pull it out when they get by customs." He loved the way the tears fell from her eyes and she gagged on his fingers, but she sat still on the table, her hands clenched at her sides, making no attempt to stop him. He finally pulled his fingers from her throat, but he left two fingers in her mouth. "Close your lips around them, Charlotte."

She had no choice; at least he wasn't choking her any longer. Her lips clenched tight on his fingers, and she wasn't surprised when he began to move them in and out.

"You ever sucked a cock before, Charlotte?"

She shook her head no violently in protest, but she dared not release her lips' hold on his fingers, no matter how obscene it looked. She was sure that all the men were imagining it was their pricks in her mouth.

"Use your tongue, lick my fingers, Charlotte." Her tongue went to work immediately. She might have never sucked a cock before, but she had natural ability. He hoped he could teach her what she didn't know. He began to thrust his fingers in and out, fucking her mouth just as if it were his cock. "Yes, good girl, suck it, Charlotte."

It was crude what he was doing to her, but all the soldiers were staring at her as she was forced to suck his fingers. Suddenly he pulled them out of her mouth, Charlotte happy but not sure why he did it.

"Damn. I should have thought of it sooner." The captain picked up the rabbit vibrator. "Stick your tongue out, Charlotte." Her pretty pink tongue pushed out of her mouth as he brought the tip of the vibrator to it. "Lick it, Charlotte. Get it nice and slippery so I can put it in your mouth. I hope you already came all over it," he laughed at the thought of her sucking her own climax.

She never saw a rabbit vibrator that close up, but it was big. Her tongue ran lightly over it, hoping whoever put it in her suitcase had never used it on a girl before. It was lewd that she was forced to do such a thing, her tongue licking up the side, feeling the bumps and ridges on it and then her tongue ran over the head. It was thick, just like a man's cock. It took her a few moments, but soon, it was glistening with her spit.

"Open wide, Charlotte. I'm going to teach you to suck a cock."

She felt the thick head sliding between her lips, her mouth not open wide enough, her lips stretching until the smooth head slipped into her mouth. The clit vibrator tickled at her chin. She didn't have to be told, her tongue swirling around the head, thankful that cum wouldn't leak from the fake cock. The captain began moving it, Charlotte feeling the bumps on the shaft passing through her lips and entering her mouth as he pushed it in deeper. She was afraid how far he would shove it, the vibrator much longer than her mouth. She never believed that normal women could swallow a cock. It was only whores and porn actresses that did that. It was impossible to get something that big and thick down a girl's gullet.

The captain put one hand behind her head to keep her from moving away as he began to fuck her mouth with the fake cock. "Keep those lips nice and tight, Charlotte. I don't want to see that tongue stop moving. I can see it move on your cheeks. Good girl, take more of it in your mouth, Charlotte. More fake cock."

He held her pinned, Charlotte worrying now, the fake cock sliding over her tongue and moving to the back of her mouth. Her lips were stretched around the fake shaft, feeling the bumps rubbing harshly over her silky lips. Her tongue continued to work on the fake cock as if it were real, bathing the head until she could almost take the thick, saltiness of a man's sperm. She had licked one of her fingers after she was fucked, her face grimacing when the thick crème stuck to her tongue and coated it with the saltiness. She never did that again. He pushed the fake cock in her mouth and then stopped. It began to move in her mouth, but side to side, feeling her cheeks stretched one at a time as if it were exploring every inch of her mouth. It pushed down onto her tongue until it slipped under it, pushing hard into the floor of her mouth. It let her tongue return, but it began to move again, this time so slowly, a millimeter at a time, but, it was driving deeper into her mouth. She clenched her lips tighter as if she could stop it, but it was too slippery. Another ridge slipped through her lips, another millimeter of plastic prick filled her mouth. "NNGGGG," she tried to plead with him, but the captain was too excited, Charlotte could see it in his eyes.

"Yes, you bought a big, fake cock, Charlotte. Now you have to contend with it. You can do it, breathe through your nose and concentrate, Charlotte." He pushed again, this time rewarded with a gag, her eyes opening wide, wet with tears. He could see her throat contracting as she gagged.

"GGGLLGGH." It was hard, hard plastic, not the flesh of a man that pushed against the opening to her throat. "GGLLGG," gagging again as it stayed there, teasing at her throat muscles. Her mouth was filling with spit. She could hear her ragged breathing as she sucked in precious air through her nose, her mouth stuffed with fake cock. His hand on the back of her head was firmer, making sure that she couldn't escape. "EEEGGGG," her mouth opened wide, choking this time. The captain pushed when her throat opened, Charlotte feeling her throat muscles snaps shut on the head of the fake cock. It was in her throat, plugging her as she struggled for air.

"Our pretty Charlotte got her fake cock in her throat. I knew she could do it. Look at the way her throat muscles ripple." He pushed another millimeter into her throat, another painful contraction of her throat muscles, her mouth opening wide as she choked again, this time her spit dribbling out again on her nipples.

He didn't move it for almost five minutes; Charlotte forced to gag over and over again. It felt huge inside her throat, her throat muscles trying to expel it, but the captain was too powerful to let it escape. Charlotte was forced to suffer the painful gags every minute, unable to get used to having something that thick blocking her gullet. He finally pulled it out, releasing her head, a flood of spit falling on the floor beside her as she sucked in the precious air to fill her starved lungs. Now she knew why she never sucked a man's cock before.

"Stand up, Charlotte." He was ready to move on to something new now that he saw the fine collection of toys she had brought. He would decorate her and let her parade around naked for all his men. He gathered up the clothespins and the clamps.

She saw them sprawled out on the table. "No, don't put them on me," she panicked when she saw the nipple clamps, the sharp edges. They would tear her nipples.

"Put handcuffs on her."

Two men were on her in seconds. She was forced to bend over, a hand pushing her head down as her wrists were grabbed and pulled behind her back. She felt the cold steel of handcuffs on her wrist, and then felt the steel bands snap and tighten until she heard the click that secured them around her wrists. She tried to pull lose, but her hands were connected by the short chain. She should panic, but instead, her pussy got wetter when she felt her wrists secured. Was this like Rachel? Is that what she felt when she was bound. She tried to squirm away when one of the soldier's took liberty with her butt, his hand sliding over her cheeks and squeezing one buttock. He pulled his hand away, but it returned with a stinging swat on her cheek. "OOWWWW!"

"You must learn to behave, Charlotte." The captain stood her back up. Her tits seemed to stand up more with her arms bound behind her back. "I know you are looking forward to the nipple clamps, so I'll start there." He opened one of the clamps and closed it on his fingertip. The blood was pushed from the tip until it turned white. "Yes, you are going to love the delicious pain of them, Charlotte." His fingers moved to her nipple, two fingers grabbing on of them as one soldier stood behind her to keep her from moving away. "I'll tease them big and hard, Charlotte. Then the clamp can bite real tight into them. I don't want them pulling out when I stretch them." She might not like what he was going to do, but you couldn't tell it by her nipples. They were already hard, his fingers rolling and teasing them to greatness.

She felt the soldier behind her, pushing up against her. Her bound hands behind her trapped her fingers against the bulge in his pants. He didn't stay still, two hands on her naked hips as he began to move from side to side slowly as Charlotte felt the prick in his pants jerking against her bound hands. He was masturbating against her hands as if she were doing it voluntarily. Her bigger problem was her nipples. The captain's fingers made her nipple swell, a fingernail rubbing back and forth over the sensitive tip, Charlotte able to feel it grow and swell with blood.

"EEEEEEEEEWWWWW!"

Even the captain was surprised by her scream, but the clamp was formidable. He saw her eyes pleading with him as he opened it as wide as he could, moving it until it surrounded her engorged nipple. He saw the serrated teeth glistening in the light as he released the clamp and let it bite into her nipple. She jerked, but the soldier behind her kept her pinned to him, her breasts shaking back and forth, but it only irritated the clamp and the chain that hung down from it. He had done a good job, the clamp standing out a right angle to her body, the metal clamp capturing almost all of the brown nipple flesh and crushing it in its metal teeth.

The pain laced through her chest with a terrible agony. It felt like a knife pierced her nipple, digging deep into it. He released the clamp, the chain pulling it down, another sharp pain racing through her breast. She could taste blood where she bit her lip in pain. The slightest movement made it hurt again, Charlotte trying to stay still, in spite of the soldier masturbating against her bound hands again. She could hardly breathe, not sure how she would stand another one on her other nipple, but the captain wasn't about to stop now. He was having too much fun.

"It looks so nice, pinching your nipple, Charlotte, but the other one looks neglected." His hand slid over her belly, enjoying touching the smooth, silky skin before he cradled her other large breast. It looked like her nipple was already reaching out for his fingers, swelling up as he finally captured it between his two strong fingers. He stared into her eyes as he began to squeeze harder until he saw her lower lip quiver and her eyes clench tight. His finger would be nothing like what the clamp would do. He teased and stroked the hardening tip until it grew in arousal.

She couldn't stop her own arousal, her nipple swelling until it stood out, an easy target for the clamp. The captain grabbed the other clamp, opening it up, but he teased her with it first, rubbing the sharp serrated edges over the sensitive tip of her nipple until it felt like needles stabbing deep into her breast. He had to open them wide, spreading it around her aroused nipple. No matter how much she knew the pain was going to be, she still wasn't prepared for it. "EEEEEEEWWWWWWW!" It was worse than the other clamp. It felt like her nipple was crushed in a vise, but it was lined with shredded glass that tore into her flesh. "No, please don't," she begged but the captain picked up the middle of the chain and began to pull it out.

"Hold her; don't let her move with it."

She felt the guard behind her put his hands around her naked waist, pushing his cock into her bound hands as he pulled her against him. She had no choice but to curl her fingers around the thick shaft of meat in his pants. She arched her back, but it did no good as the captain pulled the chain until all the slack was gone. There was only the pain returning as her nipples began to stretch, clamped tight and unable to escape. He pulled the chain up higher, making her stand on her toes as he pulled her breasts into cones that lifted toward the ceiling. He tugged and yanked on the chain for painful minutes until he finally let the chain drop, her nipples pulled down by the weight of the chain. She dared not move, the slightest movement igniting the agony, the clamps settling into a painful ache in her breasts.

The captain's hand slid down her belly and through the fine, red hairs of her bush, pulling out errant hairs. His fingers curled between her pussy lips, his fingers instantly drenched in her sticky, wet juices. "Just as I thought, Charlotte. Your pussy is drenched. You might cry out in pain, but your pussy cries out in tears of arousal."

"These are interesting, Charlotte." He picked up the clothespins. "I am sure I can decorate you with them."

She looked down as he kneeled in front of her, Charlotte able to feel his breath blowing on her sex. His fingers found her sex, pinching on the upper lips of her pussy and then she felt the pinch of one of the clothespins bite into her soft lips. She expected it to hurt more, but it was more of a pressure that a pinch. His fingers moved over her pussy, Charlotte losing the battle from keeping her juices from coating his fingers with her oily secretions. He lined her pussy lips with the clothespins, down one side and then went to work on the other. Her lips began to peel open from the pressure of the heavy clothespins as gravity tugged them down to the ground. Her lips were so open that she could feel a river of her arousal running down her inner lips.

"One left, Charlotte. Where should that go?" He already knew the answer. "Turn around." His hands guided her by her naked hips until her ass was in his face. "Keep your cheeks relaxed, Charlotte." He pushed her bound hands out of the way, as his fingers dug into her cheeks and peeled them apart unceremoniously.

At least she didn't have to wrap her fingers around the guard's organ when she turned around, but she feared where the other clothespin would go when she felt him blowing between her cheeks and the tight knot of her anus went into a spasm from the obscene puff of air. His fingers dug into her buttocks, Charlotte struggling to keep her muscles relaxed. She hated the things men did to her ass and the way that they forced her to expose her most intimate hole to them.

He put the clothespin in his mouth and wet the end. He would at least give her some lubrication for it. He looked at her tiny, virgin ass hole, putting his fingers on each side of it and kept her open as he brought the clothespin to the brown hole. "Hold still, Charlotte."

She was afraid that she would feel his lips on her anus, his breath so close that she could feel the vibrations of his words. She felt it, hard and wet, it had to be the clothespin, but Charlotte was still in the dark on what he was going to do. She felt the pressure, the thick wooden clothespin trying to enter her. She struggled to relax her anal ring as it was slowly forced open. Was he going to shove the clothespin up my ass?

He tilted the clothespin to one side, squeezing it open as her ass hole began to flower open and accept the wooden clothespin inside her. With one end of the tip entering her, the other slipped outside until it went all the way down to where the spring stopped it from going any farther. He released the clothespin as it bit into the flesh of her ass hole.

She couldn't help it, the bite of the clothespin inside her, her buttocks clenching and her hips shaking as she tried to dislodge it. She felt her ass opened up, the clothespin stopping it from closing.

"Turn and show my men, Charlotte."

She turned her back to the men, forced to spread her legs, the clothespin keeping her cheeks from shutting. It felt terrible, her anal ring forced open by the pinching clothespin. How cruel could the captain be?

"One more and then you will be decorated like a Christmas tree, Charlotte. I think you will like this one best. I know, I will." He picked up the clit clamp, the sliding clamp hooked to a metal chain, a four-ounce weight attached to the end of the chain. "I'm surprised you bought such a heavy weight, Charlotte, but you know what you love."

She refused to look down when he kneeled at her feet. His fingers slid easily between her pussy lips, the clothespins holding them open lewdly. Her body was on edge, racing back and forth between pleasure and pain. She shivered in lust when his finger found her clit, squeezing the base of it until she could feel the blood pounding in the tip in sync with her heartbeat. His fingers were tender as he began to tease it with his finger, the pleasure coursing through her body the second it ran over the sensitive tip. She didn't know what to expect with the clit clamp. Would it hurt, or would it feel good?

"You have such a big clit, Charlotte," the captain exclaimed so all could hear. "It grows red and swollen with just the slightest provocation."

Charlotte couldn't help it; her body began to rock from side to side, her muscles tense as she waited for the clamps or clothespin to bite painfully into her flesh. His fingers felt good as he masturbated her, Charlotte almost forgetting the purpose behind it. She shivered when she felt the cold metal slid over her clit, the metal moving with ease on her wet flesh. He threaded her clit through it, Charlotte feeling the pressure as it moved higher, the two metal edges of the clamp growing tighter. She could feel the pressure as the blood was pushed to the tip, pounding hard as her clit engorged with blood. He continued to push the clamp up until it felt like her clit would explode.

He looked at her pussy, no longer the pure, pink flesh of before. The clothespins bit tight into her lips and now her clit was pushed into a red, bulging ball of blood by the clamp. He was nice to her, slowly lowering the chain down until it came to the end, the weight next, letting it go until gravity pulled it toward the ground.

"EEEEHHH," she hissed through clenched teeth as her clit felt as if it was crushed then yanked down to the ground. Her body froze, the slightest movement making it sway, her clit trapped in the unyielding bite of the metal clamp. The captain stood up in front of her, his eyes taking in her clamped body.

She never felt so abused. She was standing naked in front of a bunch of horny soldiers, all of her most sensitive parts of her body clamped painfully in unyielding metal and wood.

"Let's go for a walk, Charlotte." He grabbed her arm and pushed her to move.

The first step was the most painful. The clamps on her breasts swayed, pulling on her nipples, the sharp points digging into her flesh. The weight between her legs banged against the inside of one knee, making it rock back and forth, pulling and tugging on her clit as if the captain's fingers were doing it. She walked crooked, the clothespin in her ass hole, hurting as her cheeks squeezed tight and trapped it painfully as her anal ring stretched from side to side to try to accommodate the thick wooden clothespin that penetrated her rectum. "It hurts," but no one was listening, only watching as the clamps bit into her flesh.

"Good girl, another step, Charlotte." The captain walked her around the room, the men getting a good view of her front and back, their cocks growing harder as they saw her endure the pain of the clamps.

He made her take at least twenty steps, each one as painful as the last, the chains moving rhythmically as she walked. In spite of the pain, she felt the juices flowing from her pussy and knew they could see it too, the clothespin revealing all of her inner sex.

"Stop, Charlotte." He stood in front of her. Before he took the chains off of her, his hands caressed her body. He started with her full breasts, cupping them, making sure the clamp was trapped in his palm as he squeezed them.

"NNNNOOO," she cried out when the clamps and her breasts were crushed in his powerful grip. It felt like the clamps were tearing her flesh, but he soon finished. His hands slid down over her belly and through her bush, tapping against the clothespin, making them dance and pinch on her pussy lips, his fingers grabbing the chain dangling from the clit clamp and swinging it widely until it moved almost a foot forward and back. It felt like he was trying to tear her clit off, but it only got worse. He pressed his body up against hers, crushing the clamps and clothespin against her as his fingers grabbed her ass cheeks and rubbed on the clothespin that stuck out her ass until it felt like he was trying to drive it into her bowels. He rubbed up against her as she fought the pain.

"Would you like me to take them off, Charlotte?"

How could he ask such a thing? His rubbing ignited such pain in her body. All except between her legs. She felt the shame of pleasure there. "Yes, Sir."

"Turn around and bend over."

It only made it worse, the clamps on her nipples moving as her pendulous breasts hung down, the clit clamp swaying back and forth as she spread her legs so he could retrieve the clothespin that Charlotte was sure shoved deep into her bowels. She felt the shameful probing of his fingers as they teased around her swollen hole, touching her as Michael had done. She felt the stretching as a thick finger entered alongside the clothespin, feeling the edges of the wooden clothespin rubbing against the tight knot of muscles that protected her anus. "Please, hurry," she begged him; sure that he was enjoying this too much. The finger dug into her rectum deeper than it needed to, but he finally pulled it out, the clothespin coming out with it. Her rectal muscles went into spasm before she could control them. She stood back up, turning to face the captain so he could finish releasing her body from the biting pain.

He kneeled down in front of her pussy, looking at her clit, so hard and swollen. He wanted to bite and suck it, but he was sure that she would cum without question with just the slightest touch. He rubbed it first, feeling her body quiver, his other fingers slapping at the clothespins that lined her pussy lips until they fell off onto the floor. He didn't take off the clit clamp immediately, grabbing the chain a short way down, taking the slack out of it and began to pull it out. Her clit began to stretch and Charlotte began to moan. He couldn't believe that it could stretch that much, growing longer and longer as he continued the pressure. He turned the chain until the clamp twisted her pleasure button, making it contorted.

Instead of taking them off easy, he slapped the clothespin until they pulled from her flesh painfully, but Charlotte was grateful they were gone. He continued to abuse her clit, refusing to take off the clamp, yanking on it until it felt like he was trying to rip it from her body. It hurt, but her body was flooded with her juices. The metal clamp was unyielding, refusing to release her clit from its painful grip, only the captain could do that.

He finally tired of the sport. He dropped the chain, letting it pull her clit painfully to the floor one last time.

"OOOWWW," the clamp pinched harder before it released, Charlotte finally feeling relief as the blood rushed back into her clit. It was almost as painful as when it was clamped, finally a dull ache returning, Charlotte wishing she could touch it and see if it had survived the painful torture.

The captain stood up, his fingers teasing at her trapped nipples. He looked into her eyes as he opened up one of the clamps.

"EEEEEWWWWWWW!" Her scream was almost inhuman, the pain as they were released feeling as if a knife was stabbed through her nipple and into the meat of her breast. His finger rubbed and pinched her nipple until only a dull throbbing remained. Her body was frozen as he went to work on the other, another scream, another horrific pain and then the gentle pawing of her nipple by the captain made the hurt go away.

He loved the tears that ran down her face. Her nipples were almost purple, swollen into hard tips that refused to shrink. Her thighs were stained with her juices. He was still not finished with her yet. He saw the two vibrators sitting on the table. "Spread your legs wide. I am going to give you some pleasure with your toys."

He picked up the rabbit vibrator, but he was curious about the other one. "Let's try this one first, Charlotte." He flicked it on until it came to life, vibrating noisily. He rubbed it down her belly, the smallest ball tingling along her flesh as it rode it through her bush and spread apart her pussy lips with ease. Her lips curled around it possessively, vibrating beneath the soft folds of her pussy.

At last, she felt only pleasure, the strange vibrator touching her between her pussy lips. Her lips were still a bit sore, but the vibrations felt too good to complain, her body needing release. She began to move her hips, rocking back and forth; as the vibrator touched her intimately. If only he would touch her clit with it, sure that it would drive her over the edge. She didn't know how she would react when she came in front of the soldiers, or the audience, but she no longer cared.

The door opened and he walked in yelling loudly. "What are you doing, Captain?"

The captain snapped to attention, dropping the strange vibrator on the floor. All the other soldiers snapped to attention. "Sorry, General Miguel."

He had finally come to rescue her, though Charlotte almost wished he had let her cum first. He looked so handsome in the general's uniform and the bulge in his pants made her pleased. She stood naked in front of him as he eyed her naked body with obvious lust. First, he would deal with what the captain did to her. She couldn't wait to see her get her revenge for what he had submitted her to.

"Take the cuffs off of her, Captain."

He did it quickly, Charlotte rubbing her wrists as soon as she was free of the tight metal cuffs.

Michael bent down and picked up the vibrator, wiping it off on his sleeve. "What were you going to do with this, Captain," he said loudly with anger in his voice.

"I was going to put it inside her, General.

"Where?"

"In her pussy, Sir.

"I thought I taught my officers better, Captain. You disappoint me."

"What is your name, my lovely girl?" He took in all of her naked body, the first time he saw her in the bright lights without a stitch of clothes to cover her body.

"Charlotte."

"Is this yours?"

She knew better than to defy any of them. "Yes," she lied.

"I must apologize for my men, Charlotte. They don't know how to treat a woman properly. It was disgraceful that he was going to shove this into your pussy." He moved her over to the table. "Bend over the table, Charlotte. Reach your arms over to the other side and grab the edge of the table." He pushed down on her back until she bent over. "Spread your legs, Charlotte. Real wide, I want your ass to open up."

She couldn't understand what he was doing, but she found herself unable to stop him as he bent her submissively over the table. She grabbed the other edge of the table as he ordered. Her legs spread without protest. She felt his hand on her buttocks, softly caressing her flesh.

"Captain, you must know how to treat a woman. The rabbit vibrator is for her pussy. This is an anal probe. This is where it belongs." Michael put the smallest egg between her cheeks and on the tiny brown hole.

"I'm sorry, General. Of course, you are correct. Would you be so kind to penetrate her with it? I am sure she'll enjoy it much better." The captain stood back so he could observe.

She felt the vibrating egg tingling at her anus. She thought Michael was going to save her, but he only saved her for himself. She didn't understand the vibrator. It was a probe, not sure she would be able to stand it as each egg entered her rectum, stretching her as the shoved into her backside. Yet she could do nothing but grip the table as she waited for the first thrust of the probe up her ass. "Please, General. I never had anything that big up there."

"Are you a virgin in your ass, Charlotte?

"Yes, Sir," she begged.

"This will be good training for you. It will stretch you so you can take a man in your ass and give him the pleasure he deserves. Relax and accept it Charlotte. My men want to see your toy go to work on you."

She gritted her teeth as she felt the pressure of the vibrator. It didn't hurt, just a strange, uncomfortable feeling as her anal ring began to open up under the pressure of the hard, vibrating egg. At least it was rounded, not like the clothespin that entered her.

"Look at the way her tight, virgin hole opens up to accept it. This must be a new toy nothing like this had even been in there before." Michael applied more pressure as her ass hole began to swallow up the first ball, wishing it were his cock that was entering her instead.

It still didn't hurt, but she felt the gradual stretching of her anal ring as if she were having a bowel movement, but this one was entering her, not coming out. It was smooth, but she could feel the girth growing as Michael pushed harder. Her buttocks clenched, but the pressure continued, Charlotte feeling her anal ring open and accept the thickest part of the first ball. It felt strange that her anus was opened and she couldn't close it. Michael pushed on the vibrator, the smallest ball entering her deeper, the vibrations sending tingling through her rectal muscles, lulling them into a false sense of security. Charlotte had seen the other two balls, each one thicker and longer. They would not only stretch her by their girth, but they would fill her. Just as a man's cock would do. Is Michael preparing me for a painful sodomy?

Michael watched as her small ass hole swallowed up the first ball, the thickest part of the first bulb passing through the tight knot of muscles. Once the ball began to shrink in size, her rectum swallowed it up like a vacuum cleaner, sucking it inside until her anal ring closed tight around the thin shaft.

Her anal ring went from stretched to shutting tight; as the ball filled her rectum with its thickness. She couldn't stop her muscles from clamping on the ball and pulling it in with veracity that took her by surprise. One minute she felt it entering her, the next it filled her elastic tube with its thickness, the small egg vibrating inside her, soothing the spasms in her anal muscles.

"She swallowed it up," the captain remarked with awe as the ball disappeared from sight, only the gentle humming muffled by her bowels.

Michael's hand rubbed over her ass cheeks, sliding down to touch her wet pussy from behind. "Relax for a moment, Charlotte. Then I will give you another ball, a thicker ball." He began to finger her wet pussy lips from behind, her legs spreading wider to aid him. "Good girl, maybe when I fill your ass hole, I'll take the rabbit to your pussy. Then you can cum on both of them for us, Charlotte."

She hated what he was doing to her, the others watching as she had her ass filled with the vibrating balls, but she couldn't deny the pleasure of his hands. He always excited her with his powerful hand and this wasn't any different. He stroked her with a familiarity that she loved.

He fingered her wet pussy until it opened up and bathed his finger with her wetness. He moved his hand back to the anal probe that stuck out her tiny ass hole like a tree branch. "Now for another, Charlotte." He began to push the end of the probe, the slim shaft connecting the first and second ball sliding easily through her slick ass hole. He saw the next ball push against her tight ass hole, this one much more formidable. He applied more pressure as her ass hole tightened up when confronted with the thick ball. He slapped her ass, the skin turning pink instantly. "Relax your ass hole, Charlotte. Take the ball inside."

The slim shaft slid easily through her anal ring, but it was the first ball that worried her. It pushed deeper, into her rectum, pushing aside the soft walls of her ass, fighting her muscles that tried to squeeze it out. It stretched her from the inside, Charlotte feeling a fullness inside her as it spread her open. She felt the hardness of the next ball pushing against her clenched anal ring, her muscles resisting the intrusion. She felt the sharp slap on her ass cheek as Michael spanked her like an errant child and scolded her. She had no choice, fighting all of her muscles, willing them to surrender as the pressure increase, the ball beginning to spread her open once again. This time she knew it would have to open much wider. The last time she barely felt it, but she didn't expect that this time. She had seen the ball, much more formidable than the last. Her ass hole would have to open up much bigger than anything she ever squeezed out before. All while the soldiers watched the slow penetration. She only hoped the vibrations would somehow soothe the entry.

"Her ass hole is beginning to flower open again," Michael standing to one side so all could have a good view of the evil probe that was being shoved into her virgin ass hole. The ball began to get larger, her anal ring slowly opening up to accept it, though it still had a long way to go before her muscles would suck it up inside her. Her buttock muscles began to contract, her ass ring clenching shut and then flowering open as the ball began to get bigger.

It began to burn, her anal ring stretching wider as the pressure continued, Michael pushing hard to pass the larger ball through the tight knot of her reluctant muscles. The smaller ball moved deeper into her bowels, stretching her until she felt a cramp deep in her belly. What would it feel like when all three balls filled me? It felt like her anal ring would tear, biting her lip as Michael pushed. She felt it stop, her anal ring stretched tight around it. She knew why, all of them watching her ass hole for the moment when the ball would shrink back down and her muscles would suck the large ball into her guts. At least it wouldn't have to stretch any more. "AAAHHHH," she cried out in shock when the ball passed through her anal ring and shoved into her rectum. It was much bigger than the last one and the sheer speed that it plunged it surprised her with fullness; two balls expanding her anal passage with their massive girth.

One minute it was fighting to get in her ass hole and the next it was deep inside her, only the shaft and the largest ball jutting out her clenched ass hole. "Good girl, Charlotte. You have two inside you. Only the last one to go. I'll let you relax and enjoy the soft vibrations of the balls inside." Michael's fingers moved back down to her crack and found her pussy open and receptive to his fondling fingers.

He praised her like a dog that he was training, but she welcomed his fingers on her pussy. The larger ball pushed too hard against her rectal muscles, sending them into spasms as the smaller ball felt as if it was deep in her stomach and pushing painfully against her other organs. How could a woman ever take a man's cock up her ass? She couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have the thick flesh of meat moving in and out of her ass hole rhythmically. She tried to focus all her attention on Michael's fingers that masturbated her and the gentle hum of the vibrating balls in her ass hole.

Michael let her ride his fingers for long minutes, but he was eager to have her take the final and largest of the balls in her ass. It was about the size of a ping-pong ball. Once he had that inside her, he would let her feel why the shaft was wavy and not straight. At the same time, he would fill her pussy with the rabbit vibrator and make her cum with both of her holes filled to overflowing. He pushed one finger into her pussy, able to feel the thick balls on the other side of her pussy, vibrating away in her anal passage.

His finger felt so big, her ass hole filled with balls, not much room for anything left. She didn't know how she would take the other vibrator in her pussy when her ass hole was packed, but that wasn't her problem right now. Michael pulled his fingers from her and she felt the slim shaft slid through her anus and push the twin balls deep into her bowels. The second one was the worst, stretching her elastic passage around the rigid plastic ball as it vibrated inside her.

"One more, Charlotte, and then I will let you cum." Michael pushed the probe until the last bulb was pushed against her clenched anus. This one was huge compared to the tiny hole, but she would be surprised what would pop inside with only a little pain.

Charlotte felt it starting; this one feeling like a big rock was shoved against her hole. Michael began to push, harder this time, Charlotte knowing that it would be hard to take something that formidable in her virgin hole, but she never expected to be able to take the last two. The other two balls began to stretch her deeper into her guts, the pain of them mingling with the stretch of her anal ring as it slowly began to open from the penetration of the largest ball into her ass. Her fingers clenched the table so tight that they turned white, her legs spreading wider, hoping to ease the pain and accommodate the thickness of the ball.

Michael didn't give her much time to accommodate the thickest ball, pushing harder as her anal ring began to open. The tiny hole was pink from the stretching she had already endured, but she had to take this one before he was finished with her tight ass hole. "I think Charlotte is beginning to enjoy this," her ass hole opening up as it began to accept the new ball.

She grunted and bit her lip as the familiar stretching threatened to tear her open. It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved up her backside, not only through her anus, but also through the painful contractions of her guts, as they were forced open by the other balls that lay deep into her intestines. There was no relief for her, Michael still shoving balls into her virgin ass hole.

Millimeter by millimeter, her ass hole opened up, the ball stretching her wide. "A little more, Charlotte. Suck it in with your muscles," he urged her, her buttocks arching up as if she was willingly taking the balls up her ass. It was almost there, the thickest part of the ball just passing through her widely stretched anal ring.

The burning grew worse, Charlotte praying that it would be over soon; even having the three balls inside her couldn't be any worse than this. She was just afraid that they would have to come out and she would have to stretch one last time. "EEEWWWWWW!" She clenched her lips tight, but nothing could stop the shock of her ass hole swallowing up a ball so large. She felt the painful contractions in her rectum as they beat her muscles into submission and the other balls dug deeper into her guts. There was a new pain, as the wavy shaft began to work its evil on her. Instead of in a straight line, the balls were on the uneven, wavy shaft, each one, pushing out her elastic anal passage at different angles, making the balls feel bigger than they already were. She felt Michael push on the anal probe one last time, each of the three balls, stretching her inner muscles as they drove deeper into her intestines. She felt like she had just finished a big Thanksgiving dinner, her guts cramping painfully around the three balls. She turned red in shame, thankful that she didn't have to face them as they clapped loudly.

"Our lovely Charlotte swallowed up all of the balls. She deserves her pleasure now. Captain, would you please hand me the rabbit vibrator?" Michael's fingers strayed down to her pussy, Charlotte arching up on the table to welcome the masturbation of her pussy.

The anal probe was silent inside her, the vibrator muffled by the tightness of her virginal ass hole, but she felt all of the balls vibrating in her guts. She couldn't stop the muscles from contracting, clenching possessively on the balls as they tried to shove them out, but they were too big to squeeze out without difficulty. Charlotte felt the tip of the rabbit vibrator playing along her slit from behind, her hips beginning to move even though it forced the anal probe to press painfully against her elastic walls and stretch them. "Yes," she begged him, but she already felt the tip of the vibrator push against the opening to her pussy. It felt so huge, her ass hole already stretched around the balls, little room for anything else, but she welcomed it as the vibrator began to spread her open and accept the fake cock. She wished it was Michael's cock, but she would take anything right now, anything to relieve the stretching and cramping in her anal passage.

She groaned, but he continued to feed the other vibrator into her pussy until it was sticking out like a thick tree trunk, a slimmer branch pushed out her ass hole. He turned on the rabbit vibrator as it hummed to life inside her, her body shaking. "Ride them both and cum for us, Charlotte." Michael grabbed the anal probe and began to fuck her with it, at the same time his other hand fucked her with the rabbit vibrator.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" It felt like one giant log was between her legs, vibrating her muscles into submission as it sawed in and out of her twin passages. The anal probe was the worst, the thick balls stretching untouched territory as they shoved in deep, pulling out and stretching her elastic passage with the wavy shaft that made her anal tract bulge. She was thankful for the other vibrator that finally brought her closer to the relief she sought before he penetrated her with the anal probe. She didn't care who saw her cumming, the soldiers, the audience and Michael. She just needed to feel the relief that he could only give her. She had let him penetrate her anally so she deserved her welcome relief.

There was a puddle on the floor between her legs, her pussy flooding rivers of her juices as Michael fucked her with the twin toys. He had picked them well, Charlotte's body appreciative of them both, even the anal probe. She was humping the table, her hips frenzied as her muscles clenched on the two vibrators. Her upper body had lifted up from the table until she could rub only the twin nipples on the hard surface.

"IIIIII'MMMM CCCCCUMMMIINGGG!!!!!" Her body jerked up and down as the explosive orgasm consumed her very soul. She never felt anything like it before, the soldiers watching her, the audience gazing at her naked body in the throes of orgasm. It only drove her harder. "EEEEEHHHGGGG," she cried out, another cum racing through her body when Michael began to pull the anal probe from her ass hole. She bucked up and down frantically as the thickest ball fought to escape from her ass hole, stretching her until it escaped into the open, the other two balls making their way up her ass hole. The next one made her orgasm continue, Michael shoving the rabbit vibrator deep into her pussy just as he pulled another ball from her tortured anus. She screamed as she came all over the table and floor, one more ball fighting to escape the tightness of her virgin ass hole, all of them vibrating her beaten muscles. She screamed one last time as her ass hole finally closed and snapped shut, free of the anal probe, even though she could still feel it deep inside her. Her body slumped in exhaustion on the table as Michael pulled the rabbit vibrator from her pussy. She felt good, but her insides felt deserted.

 

 

CHAPTER 8

Michael's Reward

Michael helped her up off the table, her legs feeling like rubber as she tried to stand. Her thighs were thick with her drying juices as Michael turned her to face the soldiers and the audience. The shame returned as she realized what she must have looked like when she came almost on command. She got back into the part of this act. "Please, I did what you wanted, Sir. Can I go now?"

"You were a good girl, Charlotte. Just one small task and then you can leave."

She was afraid to ask, wishing she could leave the stage now, her body content. She looked over at Michael, seeing the gigantic bulge in the front of his uniform. It was not a small task that he wanted. She only wondered how. "Yes, General Miguel. Whatever you want." Charlotte surrendered. He pushed down on her shoulders, Charlotte realizing instantly what she would be required to perform. She had never sucked a man's cock before, but Michael wasn't about to take no for an answer not by the size of his erection. She kneeled on the floor, her face only inches from the bulge in his pants. "I never did it before, General Miguel."

He put his hand under her chin and lifted up her head until he could look into her brown innocent eyes and the lovely lips. "I will teach you, Charlotte. Unzip me and take out my cock."

Her fingers fumbled in excitement with his pants. She undid the belt and the simple button holding the front. With two hands, she held the top of his pants and drew the zipper down, the room quiet except for the sound of the zipper sliding down. She pushed his pants to the side, the bulge of his erection pushing out, only his tight shorts holding it in, but they could barely contain the head, pushed up to the top of his shorts until it almost broke free. Her fingers curled around the shaft, feeling the muscles jerk in excitement from her soft hands, holding tighter to contain it. It had to be eight inches of cock, eight inches of hard flesh. Her fingers ran over the shaft, from his balls, up the thick shaft until her finger found the edge beneath the head. She pinched it tight, the head pronounced against the outline in his shorts. With one hand pinning the head, her other hand sought out the smooth dome of his cock, rubbing it until she was rewarded with a small wet spot on his shorts.

Without any more fanfare, she drew his shorts down his legs, the massive organ bouncing up and down until it stood out at a forty-five degree angle from his body. She took off his shoes and socks and then pulled the pants and shorts off until he was stark naked from the waist down. His thighs were thick with muscles, but Charlotte's eyes were drawn to the lovely cock that bobbed before her. She licked her lips in anticipation. It was big. Bigger than her mouth, but she didn't fear it.

"Worship it with your lips and tongue before you take it in your mouth, Charlotte." Her soft hands gripped his shaft, as he looked at her wet lips move closer to his cock as she held it in front of her mouth. She blew on it, making it flutter, but her hand held it tight.

She kissed it first. Right in the center of the head, the wet juice of his leaking pleasure coating her lips with the first touch of his salty cum. She licked it from her lips as she stared up into his eyes. His cum filled her mouth with his essence. Her pink tongue snaked out of her mouth, licking around the head as she felt the heat of his flesh touch her tongue. She struggled to hold the powerful shaft as she licked the ridge and then began to work on the smooth domed head, gathering up all his juices as the tip of her tongue played over the tiny hole in the center of the head and coaxed out his salty sperm.

She worked his cock over with her mouth and tongue, broad swipes of her tongue licking up and down the shaft. It swirled over the head as Michael struggled to contain his lust as his cock leaked onto her willing tongue. He hefted up his heavy ball sack, Charlotte licking it in spite of the thick hairs that tickled her lips. She even went as far as shoving one ball into her mouth until her cheek swelled. She finally spit it out, his cock and balls glistening with her saliva.

"Very good, Charlotte. Now put the head of my cock in your mouth and work your magic on it."

She pressed her head closer, her hand holding his cock out at a ninety-degree angle until she felt the smooth head slide over her lower lip. Her lips parted, but the head was bigger than she expected, her lips forced open until the head popped into the hot confines of her mouth. It filled her completely, sitting heavily on her tongue and pinning it to the bottom of her mouth.

Her breath excited him when it blew on his cock, but it was nothing like the hot furnace of her mouth that engulfed the head, her lips feeling like a tight rubber band trapping it in her mouth. "Swirl your tongue around it, Charlotte and I will reward you with more of my cum."

She had to fight to get her tongue from the bottom of her mouth, the thick cock pinning it. It finally slipped out, darting all over the trapped head of his cock in her mouth. Her other hand slid down between her legs and began to rub her pussy, the pleasure coursing through her body as she kneeled submissively and sucked Michael's cock in front of a stage of soldiers and a room of strangers.

She needed very little instructions and no encouragement as she went to work on his cock with her hot mouth. He felt her tongue exploring every inch of his cock as he continued to leak his precum onto her waiting tongue. She grimaced from the thick, salty crème, but she continued. Michael saw her hand slide down between her legs as she began to masturbate. "Charlotte loves sucking my cock so much that she is going to masturbate and get off again." It didn't humiliate her; in fact, she took to sucking his cock with a renewed enthusiasm. She began to draw his cock in and out her tightly clenched lips, her head beginning to bob rhythmically as she sucked him off. He watched his massive cock slide in and out her tiny mouth as she moaned around his cock. She took the first five inches of his cock until it banged against the back of her throat. She pushed it back out, then back in, stopping just short of her throat each time. It was time for the instructions.

"Good girl, Charlotte. Keep your tongue moving and your lips tight. Put your over hand between your legs and use both of them to caress your wet pussy." Her hands left his cock and went between her legs, both of them vigorously working her pussy into a sexual lather.

She felt his hands on her head and she knew what would happen. She no longer controlled the depth of his cock in her mouth. Michael lifted her head up until she was staring into his eyes.

"I'm getting her neck straight," General Miguel explained to the soldiers. Michael's hand caressed her silky throat. "Take a deep breath and fill your lungs, Charlotte."

She tried to fill her lungs, but her mouth was almost completely blocked by the thick cock. She knew that her throat was next, but her hands continued the frantic masturbation of her pussy.

Her nostrils flared open as she sucked in air, his hands tighter around her head. He began to rock her head back and forth, his cock filling her mouth with each thrust, each time a little deeper into her mouth. Her eyes pleaded with him, but he was beyond lust now. He pushed harder into her mouth, his cockhead banging against the back of her throat. He held her hard against him as she gagged for the first time, tears filled her eyes.

His hands controlled her and Charlotte could do nothing to stop him. It was as though her hands were tied behind her, just as Rachel's man had done to her. She felt the head slamming against the opening to her throat, but it didn't stop, the powerful thrust of his hips, the tight hold on her head and the slick head began to enter her throat. "GGGLLGGH," she gagged, unaccustomed to having something that thick in her mouth and throat. The head of his cock was jammed to the back of her mouth as he held her pinned to him.

"Good girl, Charlotte. More this time. It's okay to gag; it makes it easier for you to swallow my cock." He pulled his cock back out, her tongue and lips working their magic on him in hopes that he would cum before he fucked her throat, but Michael tightened his prostrate as he began to pierce her mouth for the second time. He shoved harder, feeling the head of his cock hit the opening to her throat, another gag, but as she choked and her throat opened up in protest. He shoved hard and the thick head of his cock was squeezed into the tight confines of her throat, crushing his flesh with her tight throat muscles as they fought to keep the invader out.

He made her gag again, but this time he didn't stop. Her stomach turned when she choked, but the hard cock was relentless as she felt for the first time a cock sliding down into her gullet. It was too big to fit in such a tiny opening without a lot of protest, her throat muscles rippling as it tried to push it out. She gagged again, but his hands on her head were insistent, keeping her pinned as the head sought entrance to her throat.

She struggled for air, but she didn't stop him as he used her mouth as if it were her pussy, fucking in and out, her throat muscles rippling up and down his cock like thousands of vibrating fingers caressing it lovingly. He began to ride her mouth and throat, each time going deeper, pulling her head back until he could feel his cock on her neck. Tears ran down her eyes, staining her silky flesh, but he was only concerned with his own pleasure.

Michael's thrust became harder and deeper, her throat going from empty to full in seconds, her gags and choking louder as she was forced to swallow his massive cock until her lips were tickled by his wiry pubic hairs, his cock buried so deep that it felt like it was coming out in her stomach. He grabbed her red hair, his fingers twisting her soft strands in his hand as he used it like reins to ride her throat. Her head bobbed up and down, as her fingers worked their magic on her pussy. It excited her the way he used her for his pleasure. He took what he wanted and she could only submit. Her only disappointment was that she wished she were bound. Like Rachel.

Michael' breathing became erratic as his cum bubbled in his balls. He wouldn't last much longer but it looked like Charlotte wouldn't either. He had seen her too many times not to be able to see the throes of pleasure building in her body. "Get ready to cum, Charlotte," he ordered her.

She had to fight not to cum, wanting to cum when he did, not sure how she would take all his cum into her mouth, but it was already too late, feeling his body stiffen. His cock suddenly popped free of her throat. One hand released her head, grabbing his cock as he pulled it from her mouth, Charlotte desperate to keep it inside. She wanted him to shoot off in her mouth.

"Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue so I can cum on you," he ordered her. Her pink tongue pressed far out of her mouth as he put the head of his cock on the end and pumped the shaft with his other hand.

She couldn't see the head, but she felt it. It jerked on her tongue and then she felt the scalding cum land deep into the back of her mouth, almost going down into her throat. It was so thick, covering her teeth and gum with the thick, salty sperm. He pulled his cock from off her tongue, pumping his cock in her face as she stared at the hole in the tip until it opened up and shot out his milky cum onto her face. She came when he did that. She could only imagine how it looked to the hundreds of people that saw him cumming all over her face as she kneeled naked before him like a sex slave as she masturbated and climaxed for all to see her degradation.

Michael rubbed his cock all over her face and lips as he came, pushing some into the opening of her mouth with his head, Charlotte eagerly licking his cum coated cock as it continued to ejaculate into her mouth.

She couldn't believe how much cum came out of his cock. She could feel it drying on her face, but her mouth was filled with load after load of the thick cum as Charlotte struggled to swallow it, feeling it slowly dripping down into her stomach. Her belly groaned as it filled with his hot cum. As much as she came last time, it never dulled this one. Her body was responding to be taken for the pure pleasure of a man; Charlotte forced to give her own body its release. She felt Michael slip his wet cock into her mouth, semi hard and wet.

"Lick it clean, Charlotte." Her tongue swirled around his cock as he scooped up the thick cum on her face and shoved in through her lips. He finally was satisfied with her performance, taking his cock from her mouth, a line of wetness running down her chin where his cock left a trail.

She was finished at last, Michael satisfied. Her body was cramped from kneeling on the floor, her mouth tired from pleasuring his cock.

"You just need to show your gratitude to the captain. After all, this is his territory."

How could Michael do such a thing to her? She never expected it. It was bad enough what the captain had done to her before Michael showed up, but not she was expected to suck his cock and swallow his cum. The captain was eager, his cock already out, and his pants around his ankles. It was every bit as formidable as Michael's cock and every bit as hard.

"Do a good job or I'll let my men sodomize you, Charlotte."

Her ass was still sore from the probe; she would never be able to take a man up such a tiny hole. That was all she needed for encouragement. She went to work sucking his cock as if she had been doing this for years. His cock tasted different, but her lack of experience gave her no reason why. As much as her mouth was tired from Michael's mouth fuck, she had to work on the captain's cock for ten minutes before he finished off in her mouth. Not like Michael, he dumped his gallons of cum inside her swelling cheeks, Charlotte swallowing repeatedly to keep from choking on the abundant sperm. She licked him clean, the captain wiping his spit covered cock onto her silky red hair when he was finished. The lights finally went out on the stage.

 

 

CHAPTER 9

Submissive Charlotte

Charlotte sat next to Michael in a booth. She was dressed now, though she was sure that everyone that passed by was looking at her naked, sucking a man's cock. Michael had brought her a drink, but she didn't take a sip of it. She didn't want to wash the taste from her mouth. She could take the salty, thick cum that coated her tongue and gums. She didn't like the taste, but she still refused to rid if from her mouth. Charlotte couldn't believe that Michael let another man stick his cock in her mouth and force her to suck it and swallow his cum, just as he did. She didn't expect it, but it was the unexpected that made her cum so hard. This wasn't real-life lovemaking; it was a fantasy. Michael was no different from the captain and the soldiers. They all wanted her body, forcing her to perform the most degrading and humiliating acts for their pleasure.

Michael was the first one to say anything. "You were very good tonight, Charlotte." His hand slid over and touched her naked leg.

"Better than the redhead last week?"

"She pales in comparison to you." His hand slid to her inner thigh until he felt her legs begin to part, allowing him unfettered access between them.

She clenched her legs together, trapping his hand between them, feeling her pussy clenching tight, wishing it were his cock that was inside her. He managed to move his hand between her legs until she felt his large hand engulf her hot pussy. She moaned softly, relaxing her thighs so he could touch her easily.

"Next Saturday you will appear in one of the other rooms, not the main stage." Michael squeezed her pussy hard, her legs spreading wider, her ass rising up from the chair to give him better access. His fingers dug into the soft skin of her pussy.

"Will you be there?"

He goosed her pussy again, one finger pressed between her slit, as his thumb crushed her clit into her pelvic bone and ground it back and forth. "Yes, but so will others."

"What if I refuse them?" She almost came as his finger rubbed her clit so hard that it felt like it would explode.

"You will have no choice." He released her pussy as Bill came over to the table.

Bill stood in front of the table. He hated to spoil the night for the two of them, but business was urgent. "I need your help, Michael."

It was the first time that Michael had ever kissed her. Bill had walked away, Michael ready to leave, but he leaned over and she felt the electricity jump between their lips before they touched. His lips were demanding, pressing hard against hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth until she opened it submissively. His tongue fucked into her mouth, just the way his cock had done only minutes ago. It was long and thick, just as his cock and it took possession of her mouth, exploring every inch of it until she felt it jammed to the back of her mouth, Charlotte almost expecting it to breach her throat as his cock had done. His hand found her naked breast beneath the dress and his fingers pinched her nipple but the pain only made her wetter.

Michael finally broke the kiss; her sexy lips that only recently were wrapped around his cock were wet with his saliva. Her eyes were glazed over in lust. He hated to leave her like this, but he knew that it would make her more willing for next Saturday. He would test her resolve at that time. "Good night, Charlotte. The driver will take you home."

He was off before she could say anything. She drank her drink slowly until she could get her heart to stop racing. In spite of already cumming numerous times, she was horny and aroused, wishing it were next Saturday. He said it would be in one of the smaller room. That could only mean one thing. It would not be suitable for the general patrons, the smaller rooms used for the more specialized acts. The more perverted acts. Charlotte could only hope.

Charlotte got into the limo, the driver looking back in the rear view mirror as they drove off.

The driver had heard about it, wishing she could have seen it. "How did you like it?" She almost didn't expect an answer, but was surprised by the response.

"You're picking me up next Saturday."

"You're going to be on the main stage two weeks in a row?"

"No, one of the private, smaller rooms next week."

No one ever talked about what took place in the smaller rooms. "Go for it, girl."

Charlotte masturbated that night and the next. Each time she relived what had happened on the stage, her mind refusing to try to conjure up what would happen on Saturday. She could never stretch her imagination enough to come close to what Michael's mind was capable of. That is what kept her on the edge of sexual excitement all week long.

* * * *

"Hello," Rachel's voice on the other end of the telephone.

"I haven't heard from you in a long time, sorry." It was good to hear her voice again. Charlotte finally called her.

"I was wondering when you would call me." It had been over two months since Charlotte moved, not even a phone call.

"I've been busy with the new company and some demanding clients." That was all true.

"Maybe that is what I should be, more demanding. Then I could get your attention." Rachel would love to throw her over her lap and spank her naked ass.

"I thought you were the one that wanted to get tied up and forced to perform?" Charlotte knew that if she gave her the chance, Rachel would take her to bed and show her how girls made love.

"My man would make me perform on you, before he had his way with both of us. Did you call me to talk pillow talk? If so, I'll take out my vibrator." Rachel had never heard Charlotte talk like this before. It was exciting and inviting. Was she fishing for a sexual encounter? If so, Rachel was more than ready and willing.

"Sorry, Rachel. Guess my mind is preoccupied with work and sex."

"Do you have a man for both of them? A demanding boss and a demanding sexual partner?" Rachel wasn't sure where this conversation was going, but she was interested and growing wet.

"Yes," she admitted for the first time to her best friend.

"Which one?"

"Both, the same one for both." There, Charlotte had said it in the open for Rachel to hear.

"I didn't know you had it in you, Charlotte." Rachel was jealous and horny.

"Neither did I, but I never met a man that didn't ask for permission."

"I think I should come down and visit you next weekend. I want to meet this man."

"I can't this weekend, Rachel." Charlotte had plans for this weekend, or she should say Michael had plans for Charlotte this weekend.

"Just as I thought, Charlotte. This man is all in your head." Rachel was disappointed. She wanted to meet a man like that.

"He is everywhere in me, Rachel, not only in my head. How about the weekend after?"

"I'll be there Friday night, late. Am I going to meet your mysterious lover?"

"Bring your sexiest clothes. He owns a club and we'll go Saturday night. You can meet him there."

"I love dancing. I have this new dress that I haven't worn yet. I hope I wouldn't steal him away from you."

"It's not a dance club, but I think you'll enjoy it." She didn't tell her what kind of club it was. As Michael said, the unknown is much more exciting.

"A mysterious man with a mysterious club, you're making me wet, Charlotte." What other secrets has Charlotte been keeping from me? "Are you going to share him with me?"

"You still have your fantasy, Rachel?"

"My fantasy?" It dawned on her the conversation they had just before she left about being tied up. It was curious that Charlotte had asked her, not what she expected from her best friend. "That one, yes, Charlotte. Can you hear my vibrator going now, Charlotte? My pussy is gushing in excitement." She had never heard Charlotte kid her like this before, but she played along.

"I told you he was demanding, Rachel."

"Is he that good, Charlotte? Can he satisfy two of us? Without you getting jealous?"

"The question is whether the two of us can satisfy him."

"Are you sure we can't do it this weekend, or tonight? You're making me extremely aroused, Charlotte. You better not be teasing me." Could Charlotte really be serious? Rachel didn't think she had it in her, but maybe this mysterious man had unlocked something deep inside her that wanted to be released. Rachel would like him to do the same thing to her, though she already knew what she wanted unlocked.

"No, it has to be the following week, but it will be worth it. Just make sure that you are willing to go all in. Nothing will be off limits. He will bring you to the edge each time and push your over."

"This man seemed to have changed you, Charlotte. I can't wait to see you."

"In two weeks, Rachel. I can't wait." Michael would be please, though Charlotte almost felt like a pimp, bringing Michael another girl.

"Are you telling me everything, Charlotte?" Rachel was going to be doing lots of masturbating in the next two weeks, wanting as much details to fill her head with as possible.

"No, but some things you don't need to know. It will make it more exciting."

The rest of the conversation was small girl talk, though Rachel had a hard time concentrating, her fingers between her legs rubbing her pussy with obscene thoughts racing through her head. They talked for ten more minutes until they finally hung up. She had never shared a man with another woman before, but then again she never had girl sex before, but she fantasized about it long enough to know that she wanted to try it.

* * * *

Charlotte had lots of catching up to do with her other clients, though she did stop in to the club once, disappointed that Michael was not there, but Sam gave her a glowing report on the new systems she had implemented. He didn't mention the show last week; or the coming show this week. She was thankful for that, Charlotte still not truly believing it had all happened, more of a fantasy in her head. She couldn't get her head around the reality that so many people had seen her humiliation as she was stripped naked and probed with the evil anal probe or watched as she sucked Michael's and the captain's cock, swallowing it down her throat and letting them cum on her face and in her mouth. The only reminder was when Sam said goodbye.

"See you Saturday, Charlotte."

She went to the Adult Book store run by James. Not because she had to, but she made it sound like she did as she explained some of the tax laws and how much money he could save.

"I'm going to look around before I leave." That was her real reason as she went directly to the back of the store.

James had seen her interest in bondage gear, though she had only bought the nipple clamps. He hoped she had a man that supplied her with all the toys she needed. He left her alone to stare at all of them and imagine what they would do to her. Many women came in with the same thoughts and desires.

She could imagine how they would feel. Spreader bars, her ankles pinned in them, her legs spread obscenely wide until her crotched ached and her pussy lips split apart and they could see inside her. There were all kinds of bars and cuffs that would put a woman in positions that would leave her available for a man to do anything he wanted of her. Charlotte could feel every one of them biting into her soft flesh and leaving her vulnerable. She knew Michael would have many of them and he would use it on her Saturday. At least she hoped he would.

"Thanks, James," though she felt bad about not buying anything. He smiled at her as she left.

* * * *

She was nervous all day, taking a long, hot bath, wanting to masturbate, but wanting to be highly aroused when nighttime came and she went on the stage. She couldn't believe what she was going to do, or more to the point, what she expected Michael to do to her. She only knew that he would make her cum. Cum hard and often in spite of what he did. She had already felt the pain of clamps on all of her most sensitive body, but she knew Michael would drive her to the next plateau.

The limo was there on time, the same female driver. It was as though they were becoming good friends, but Charlotte suspected that she was a bit jealous. Charlotte waited nervously in her former office until the same man came for her. She wore a pair of jeans that were molded to her body, a tiny pair of panties underneath them. A sweater covered her breasts, but there was no bra this time, her firm breasts standing up high and proud, her nipples already pushed out into twin points.

This time she was led down the long hallway, small rooms on each side. At the end, there were four solders waiting for her. She didn't know if there would be a stage or not, but they surrounded her as soon as the man left her off.

"Put your hands behind your back," one of the soldiers told her, spinning her around.

Charlotte felt the cold steel on her wrists and then the sharp snap of metal pinching the delicate flesh of her wrists in the heavy, metal manacles.

"Inside, the doctor is waiting for you."

She was led into a room, a larger room than she expected. It didn't have tables; all of the patrons were seated in movie theatre type seats as if they were entertaining the patrons. There were no grand dresses and suits, the men and women dressed in casual clothes as if they were called in to witness this when they were shopping. She cringed when she heard the word Doctor. The room was bright. Charlotte's eyes went to the front of the room, an officer in his uniform sitting behind a desk, but next to him stood a man in a white coat, Michael. There was a chair in the front of the room that faced the audience. The arms were worn; looking like someone had clawed them with their fingernails. There were other objects, but they were covered with white sheets, making them look more ominous and evil.

The officer rose up from the desk. "Where did you find her?"

"At the airport, General. She was attempting to flee the country."

"Did you find anything in her belongings?"

"Nothing, General. They have already searched her hotel room, nothing there either, Sir."

The general turned to Charlotte. "You have been a naughty girl, Charlotte. You have embarrassed our country with your stories of rape and torture in our prisons. We know that you only sent the first installment. Where is the rest of the stories and who is your source?"

"I don't know what you are talking about, General. I am in your country doing a story on rice exports to China." Charlotte ad-libbed as best she could.

"Of course you are. I know that J.L. Hanson is your pseudo name. You will tell me what I want to know, Charlotte."

"But I know, nothing, General. Release me, my newspaper will wonder where I am and start looking for me." She tried to bluff him.

"They are not expecting the next installment until tomorrow night. That will give me more than enough time to convince you to give me what I seek." His cock hardened at the thought of convincing this lovely girl to divulge her sources. "As you can see, I have an audience of people that will witness the interrogation."

"I won't tell you anything, General," Charlotte spat out spitefully.

"Maybe not to me, but Doctor Michael has techniques that are very persuasive, especially with the more vulnerable female flesh. Our distinguished audience enjoys witnessing his work. I had to limit the audience to forty, though many more wanted to attend."

"Doctor Michael, you may begin."

"Do not be afraid of me, Charlotte. I am only here to convince you of the errors of your way. You might find that our time together is enjoyable, I know I and the rest of the room will find it very stimulating and enjoyable." Michael walked up to Charlotte, her bound hands pushing her unfettered breasts out provocatively. "Sit in the chair, Charlotte, so we may begin."

The one soldier pushed her over to the hard, wooden chair, pulling her arms over the back before he pushed her into the chair, her bound arms pinned behind the chair back. She saw him take out a Billy club, afraid of what he was going to do with it, but he threaded it behind her arms and pulled it up, forcing her back to arch, Charlotte looked down as her breasts pushed out until they were almost pointed to the ceiling. He stood behind her, Charlotte feeling his erection pushing into her upper arms, but she held still. Doctor Michael circled in front of her; his eyes devouring her body as his mind planned out what he intended to do to her. She knew first she would be stripped naked and spread for all to see. This would be more humiliating, able to see the faces and the expressions on their face as they watched her degradation.

Michael had the black rubber strap in his hand. "Raise up your legs, Charlotte. Do as I say or you may anger me."

She lifted up both of her legs, keeping them together, feeling the tension in her belly as they hovered in midair. Michael put the strap around them, feeling the rubber dig into her ankles as he thread the end through the buckle, pulling it tight until the strap dug into her flesh. She put her feet down, at least thankful that her legs weren't spread.

Michael moved close to her now, sure that she couldn't kick him in the balls. He straddled her legs, his hands on the side of her face. He pulled her head up to look at him, his hands digging into the side of her head. He moved closer until his erection pushed against her face, rubbing his hips from side to side. "The thought of what I will do to you, excites me, Charlotte."

His clothes felt like sandpaper as it rubbed across the silky skin of her cheeks, but all she felt was the throbbing flesh of his cock beneath it. She was excited being bound, her arms and legs pinned tightly together, unable to stop him from whatever he wanted to do to her. Now she knew what Rachel felt like.

He stepped back from her, speaking to the guard behind her. "Pull up her sweater, show everyone her tits."

She struggled but bound she could do little more than squirm in the chair as she felt the excited hands of the young guard run over her breasts. He mauled her breasts with his hands first, then he gripped the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up to her neck. He pushed part of the sweater over her shoulders to keep it from falling. He pushed her head back, forcing her to arch her back, his hands waiting her, his large paws gripping her breasts harshly as he squeezed and dug his fingers into her breast flesh. He stepped behind her, Charlotte naked to the waist as the people in the audience gazed at her.

Michael moved back into position until he was straddling her once again, this time lowering himself down until he could rub his cock against her naked breasts. His cock jerked and jumped in pleasure as he rubbed from side to side, feeling her nipples rubbed raw by the harsh fabric of the coat he worn, but her nipples grew in size and red in color. His hands went down, cupping them both and pressing them together. "Such lovely tits, Charlotte. There is so much I can do to them. All of them painful." He humped her tits for a couple of minutes, enjoying the bound girl beneath him.

She could feel his cock against her breasts, humping her like a mad dog while everyone watched. He pulled away, but his hand reached down, grabbed the waistband of her jeans, and yanked her onto her feet. She almost fell, unsteady with bound legs, but he had a grip on her jeans that pulled the crotch tight against her slit. He released his grip on her jeans, but he unsnapped them, slid the zipper down and pushed the two sides of her jeans to the side. "Pull them down to her ankles and sit her back down."

The eager solider spun her around. He gripped her jeans and began to slide them down, struggling to get the tight fitting jeans over her hips. He finally succeeded, pulling them down to her ankles. He pushed her back into the chair and stood behind her. He pulled her head back as his other hand went to her belly, touching her naked skin as his fingers snuck into the waistband of her panties. He pulled them out; Charlotte forced to look at him as he gazed into her panties and ogled her naked, red bush.

Michael moved next to her again, his hands exploring all of the naked flesh exposed, starting with her breasts, but then he caressed her naked hips and legs. "So lovely, Charlotte. Look at everyone looking at your almost naked body." He grabbed her by the panties and yanked her up once again. "Let's get rid of these, shall we, Charlotte." He yanked her panties down as she struggled with him. He pushed her back into the chair. "Lift up your legs again and I'll take off the band."

She stood there naked, her panties around her knees only her shoes left on. She was back in the chair, her ass sitting on the cold, wooden seat. She was forced to raise up her legs so he could take off the rubber band around them. She feared that, free to spread her legs open and show everyone all she had. The last time the audience was in the dark, this one she could see everyone's faces as they stared at her as she was stripped naked.

Michael came back to her, this time with two strips of the rubber bands. He grabbed one of her legs and threw it over the arm of the chair, Charlotte's body slumping down. He made short work of securing her ankle to the chair arm, her knee forced up high in the air. "Open up, Charlotte." He grabbed her other ankle, enjoying her groan as he spread her open like a wishbone, her crotch opening up as her leg was forced high up on the armrest, Michael strapping off the other leg. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Not only was her pussy lips opened up, but you could almost see inside her. The thrust of her legs had forced her ass up, her cheeks split deliciously to reveal the tiny brown ass hole peeking out from between her white cheeks.

She sat bound in the chair, her body flushed in shame as she saw the sea of faces staring at her naked sex. Even the women gazed at her. She saw Michael pull up a chair next to her, afraid of what he would do. He was seated to the side, sure that he wanted everyone to have an unobstructed view of her naked body.

"What a lovely cunt, Charlotte. Not only that, but you have such a tiny ass hole. I bet you never took a man up there before." Michael's hands began to go to work on her pussy. He yanked her lips apart until they strained open, all of her pink flesh revealed to the bright lights and voyeuristic audience. He began to caress the soft, inner flesh of her pussy, finding her hot and moist to his touch. His finger went from the top of her slit all the way down to her perineum. He touched her lightly, feeling his fingers draw out her juices in spite of being bound. "Yes, get wet for me, Charlotte. Show everyone how much you love to be masturbated in public." He ignored her clit, even as it began to swell in expectation. His finger teased next to it, but he didn't touch it, moving away, hearing her sigh softly, disappointed. He knew her hips would be rocking if she weren't bound so tight.

It felt too good, Michael masturbating her as she shamelessly got wet as everyone watched her. As much as she struggled, she couldn't control her own emotions, her pussy clenching internally, wishing she had a cock to pleasure, hoping it would soon be Michael that would take her. She wished she could say that she hated being bound, but she didn't. She was excited that he had her spread so obscenely and was masturbating her in public for all to see. She only hoped what else he had planned for her excited her just as much. "OOOHH," she couldn't contain herself when one finger entered her with ease, her pussy soaking it with her desire. It began to fuck her, first one finger, then two, finally three until everyone could hear his fingers sloshing around inside her drenched pussy. She clenched her muscles on the fingers that speared her so delightfully.

Her clit was huge and swollen, time to go to work on it. He pulled his fingers out of her, feeling her muscles clench on them, not wanting them to leave. She sighed deeply when he found her clit, rubbing softly over the tip as he felt the blood pounding. "Such a big clit, Charlotte. It makes such an easy target." He rubbed her clit as the juices flowed freely from her pussy and dripped down between her legs. He drove her higher and higher, her body on edge, stopping just before he thought she would cum.

He stopped! Please touch me, she silently begged, but his fingers slid down lower, Charlotte knowing where it was going. He gathered up her juices until his fingertip slid over her perineum, teasing at the sensitive patch of skin before it slid into her crack. She felt the spasms in the muscle of her anus, remembering how he had shoved that evil probe up her ass and fucked her with it until she had cum. His finger sat poised on her anus, Charlotte feeling the blood pounding in the tip as her body stiffened, waiting for the moment when he would penetrate her. His finger was slick, so it slid in with ease, thought Charlotte still felt uncomfortable and violated to be probed in such a place. She tried to move up and away, but the tight bondage kept her pinned as the finger began to slide from side to side and push into her rectum. He bent his finger, pressing hard against the soft muscles, corkscrewing his finger in her ass.

Her ass hole swallowed up his finger into the hot furnace, her tight muscles clenching on it. "Yes, such a tight, hot ass hole, Charlotte. Do you like my finger in there?" He taunted her, but his finger never stopped moving, digging deeper into her ass hole. He had his finger all the way in, his knuckles rubbing against her anus. He flexed it inside her, seeing the look of anguish on her face. He began to fuck her with his finger, making her take it all with each thrust.

She squirmed but she couldn't get away from the finger that pierced her very soul. The anal probe was worse, but this was Michael's finger in her ass as everyone watched her being sodomized by it. She hadn't expected that, though she should have. He fingered her for long minutes, Charlotte feeling the hard knuckles rubbing harshly against her straining muscles that tried to force out the intruder. She hated what he was doing to her, not even the arousal could help the way she felt, his finger soiling her, humiliated as all watched. He finally pulled his finger out, wiping it on her naked buttock. He stood up and she saw that his erection had grown larger and thicker

"Get her up. It's time to string her up."

Michael went to the center of the room and pulled down the chain that held the two wrists straps. "I'm going to make you tall, Charlotte. Stretch that lovely, naked body out."

She was thankful that she was unbound, even the handcuffs taken off of her, but she feared what he had in store for her. She could still feel his finger moving around in her ass hole.

She looked up at the two cuffs hanging from the chain. They were connected by a short piece of black iron. She looked up as her arms were raised, each of the soldiers taking on of her wrists and securing it in the cuff, Charlotte feeling the leather straps pulled tight until they were secured. The doctor moved next to her, Charlotte looking up as her wrists suddenly began to rise up slowly. Her body began to stretch; her feet unable to stay flat on the ground as her wrists rose too high, Charlotte forced to balance on her toes. She was thankful that it finally stopped. She could feel the doctor behind her, but she couldn't turn. She felt the slightest touch on her hips, his fingertips grazing across her skin like a caress. They slid up her side, Charlotte unable to stop her body from moving, chills running across her body as they moved up her sides until she felt them grazing across her nipples with the lightest of touch. Her nipples swelled to erection, Charlotte arching her back and trying to thrust them deeper into his fingers, but his hands slid away, tickling along her armpits. She looked down as she saw them move toward her nipples, arching, thrusting out her breasts as they lightly traced across the sensitive tips that desired a harder touch. His fingers slid over her naked breasts and down her belly. Charlotte thrust her ass cheeks back until she felt the hardness of his erection push into her naked cheeks.

Doctor Michael's slid down over her ass cheeks, delighting in the silky flesh of her skin and the gentle contractions of her buttocks as his fingers slid close to the sharp divide of her ass. He kneeled down behind her; his hands slid between her thighs and pushed them out.

She had no choice, his powerful hands on the soft skin on her inner thighs, forced between her clenched thighs until she had no choice, his large hands like a wedge, her legs spreading open. Her feet slid on the floor, his hands urging her to spread wider and wider until he finally relented. She could feel his breath blowing on her naked ass cheeks, but it was his fingers that she felt more. They slid up her thigh until the tip of his fingers found her wet pussy, sliding in with ease, Charlotte suddenly impaled on two thick fingers that drove into her drenched pussy. She couldn't stop her knees from pushing in, but then his fingers would open her up again, her legs bowing out to give him the access that he desired. Her body began to move, rising up higher on her toes each time he impaled her on his fingers, Charlotte's pussy muscles gripping them tight as they drew out, only to greet them on their return. It felt good, too good, the bondage releasing her body from any choice she might have. She looked into the audience, the faces all on her spread legs and the fingers that drove into her.

Doctor Michael stood back up, wiping his wet fingers on her belly so all could see her shameless arousal. "Tie her legs open to prepare her."

The word prepare, scared her, but the soldiers jumped on her as if she were a wounded animal. Leather cuffs were tightened around her ankles, but she feared the leather straps that hung off the metal ring. Each grabbed one of the straps, but they moved in opposite directions. "NNNOOO!" They began to spread her legs, not as Michael had done, barely a foot. They pulled her legs, dragging them across the floor by sheer force. She cried out for them to stop, but they stared up between her legs as her pussy opened up, her legs spreading obscenely. Two feet, three feet, four feet between her legs, her crotch feeling like it was going to tear, but they still didn't stop. It had to be five feet when they secured the leather straps through another ring on each side, this one higher up until her feet barely touched the ground. She felt the strain in her arms and shoulders, but the soldiers didn't care as they stroked her naked legs.

"You have an impressive body, Charlotte, especially when it is spread open like that. Did you ever ride a horse before, Charlotte?"

She shook her head no, she was a city girl, but didn't understand the implications. All she knew was that she was so vulnerable between her legs and Doctor Michael had an evil grin on his face.

"I'll start you off slow, Charlotte. You can ride the pony." Doctor Michael nodded to the soldiers to bring it over. It still had a sheet on it, Charlotte's face puzzled as they placed it at a right angle to her body, between her legs. Michael saw her gaze down between her legs, fearing the large object that jutted out from her sex. "You're going to make love to the pony, Charlotte." He pulled the sheet off of the object and heard the audience gasp when they saw it, but none was as loud as Charlotte's cry of protest.

It was a simple device, but cruel. Between her legs was a wooden bar, though it wasn't rounded like a bar. It rose up to an apex, the sides tapered as it spread out wider. It was about four inches thick. The apex was barely a sliver wide. Charlotte would it have thought it was sharp as a knife if it were metal, but it still commanded respect by the edge. If that wasn't bad enough, it wasn't smooth along the edge. There were dents, raised edges and all sorts of bumps and protrusions that made jagged spurs along the sharp edge. The bar was supported by triangles and Charlotte could see that they were adjustable, up or down. "Don't put that between my legs. You'll tear me up the middle!"

"You might want to tell me where the rest of your story is, Charlotte. I might get too excited when I watch you ride the pony to release you later if you tell me where it is." Doctor Michael nodded to the two soldiers as they went to the two triangles that supported the wooden beam. "Slowly raise it, let her enjoy all of the suspense until she has to get on her toes."

Charlotte looked down as the soldiers went to work, slowly pumping up each end, the menacing bar between her legs moving in a jerking motion. She could almost feel it touching her, even though it was still a couple of inches away.

"Slower, let her grow accustom to it," Doctor Michael urged the excited soldiers. They only wanted to hear her cry out from the pain, but Michael wanted her to feel the pleasure that it could give her.

Charlotte felt the first touch of the wooden bar slip between the soft folds of her pussy, splitting apart the delicate flesh with the sharp edge of the wood. She stood higher on her toes, arching her body up until she could pull free of the wooden torture. She balances precariously on her toes as she looks down, the soldiers moving away, leaving the bar up high enough to split her up the middle, her only hope is to stay balanced on her toes like a ballerina.

Doctor Michael began to stroke her flesh, feeling her body begin to perspire as she balanced on her spread legs. He ran his fingers through her armpits then over her nipples, teasing them into sharp points as his fingers slid through the silky red hairs of her bush. "Get the clamps ready."

The eager and horny soldiers were ready, two chains pulled down from the ceiling until they dangled in front of Charlotte's face.

These were nipples clamps like those that she bought, bright, steel clamps and they looked menacing as they dangled so close to her breasts. She hated that her nipples were so swollen and easy targets for the cruel clamps. She could only look in despair as Doctor Michael's fingers played over each nipple as he teased it to greater prominence. The first clamp was unexpected, Charlotte couldn't even comprehend how painful it would be until the pain laced through her chest and raced to her brain. She looked down, sure that her nipple was torn from her chest, but it lay trapped between the two pieces of unyielding metal, the blood pushed from the trapped flesh. "EEEEHHH," unable to stop the scream that was torn from her mouth when the second clamp bit into her nipple flesh and trapped it in its ugly, steel jaws.

Doctor Michael pulled the chains tighter, forcing her body up and bent to the side, the chain drawn taunt. The slightest movement by Charlotte would tear at her pinched nipples. He ran his hand over the globe of one breast as Charlotte struggled to stay still.

Charlotte could only remain as still as possible, even as Doctor Michael's hands continued to roam over her naked flesh. His hand slid down over her ass and down her sweat-drenched crack to find her pussy wet, Charlotte shamed by her own desires. His hands ran down her thighs, her muscles clenched tight as she struggled to keep balanced, a cramp already in one toe, as she feared how long she could hold out balanced like this. Doctor Michael seemed in no hurry, stroking her as he waited patiently.

Doctor Michael only had to wait a few more minutes before he saw the surrender in her eyes. He looked down as she used the last of her strength to lower herself slowly down onto the cruel rail. His eyes lit up in excitement as her lips peeled open to accept her painful lover, Charlotte groaning as the hard wood and rough edges dug into her flesh, the first of many small bruises on her vulnerable sex.

The wood was hard as her own weight forced her down and pressed her sex into it until it was smashed against her pubic bone. She could feel the wetness, not sure if it had cut her, but she felt the jagged spurs on the rail pushed into her most tender flesh. She rested on the cruel rail for long minutes until she could pull herself off of it, standing back up on her toes again. "Please, it hurts," she begged, but he was enjoying her pain too much. She moved, a cramp forcing her backwards, one of the clamps biting so hard into her nipple that she was afraid it would be torn from her chest.

"Of course it hurts, Charlotte. Otherwise you wouldn't have any desire to tell me what I want to know." Doctor Michael stroked her belly and found her pussy drenched in her juices. He looked down at the spot where she had sat on the rail, the wood stained. The pleasure and pain was mixed in her body. It took only a few minutes this time, Charlotte lowered herself down onto the rail, this time a new spot, a new bruise between her lips as she groaned louder as her pussy lips spread wide around the cruel rail and accepted the pain. Doctor Michael watched her take longer to rise up, losing the strength in her legs, but she gradually rose up from the rail.

It was only a minute before she had to lower herself back down on the rail, trying to find a soft spot, but she only found the jagged ridges that sawed across her soft inner lips and cruelly tore the flesh. Each time she fell on the rail it was harder, unable to stop her legs and toes from giving out, each time her pussy hitting the sharp rail with greater force. Charlotte didn't know how long she could continue doing this before her pussy would be shredded into ribbons.

She rose back up, balancing on her toes. "Do you want me to take you off the rail, Charlotte?" He knew she would never reveal what information he wanted, but there was other things he was interested in from this lovely, naked girl.

"Yes, Yes, I'll do anything." She waited a moment. "But I don't know anything about the story. Please, let me off."

Doctor Michael's hand slid around to her buttocks, running over the clenched flesh, her muscles rippling beneath the firm flesh. He traced his fingers down her crack. "Keep your cheeks relaxed," he warned her as his finger found the damp knot of her anus. His finger touched the moist hole, feeling the muscles go into spasms. He pushed with his finger until it popped into her hot, tight hole up to the first joint.

She struggled to stay still as she felt his finger penetrate her rectum. She struggled not to move as it dug into her bowels.

"How about here, Charlotte? Would you allow me in there?" He pushed his finger in a little deeper, feeling her muscles rippling on his finger. He couldn't wait until he felt the heat of her ass hole around his cock.

"No, No, you don't mean that," she sputtered, but the finger in her ass hole was insistent, opening her up to something much bigger and harder.

"Will you allow me in your ass, Charlotte? Will you accept my cock when I sodomize you?" He pushed his finger in deeper into it was buried completely in the hot depths of her ass hole.

There was no doubt what he wanted to do to her, the finger giving her a taste of what it would be like, only longer and thicker. She would have to allow him to fuck her in the ass as everyone watched. "Not here, not with everyone watching," she tried to whisper to him so no one else would hear.

"You will lie on the table, Charlotte. On your belly and stare at the audience. They want to see your face as you take a cock up your ass for the first time. I'm going to enjoy shoving my cock deep into your intestines, but they are going to enjoy the humiliation as I sodomize you. Will you submit?" He saw her legs trembling and then she lowered herself down on the rail once again.

"OOOWWW," she cried out when the jagged spurs dug into her pussy lips and the hard wood bruised her flesh. Her legs felt like rubber, cramps racing through her toes. Soon she would be forced onto the rail and not able to get off.

"Show me you want to please me, Charlotte. I want you to slide your body back and forth along the rail. Masturbate on the rail for me."

She looked at him in dismay. "It would cut me up the middle. I can't do that." It was bad enough that he wanted to sodomize her, now he wanted her cut her pussy up on the rail for his pleasure.

"Yes, you can, Charlotte, if you want to please me. Now do it, rock back and forth." Doctor Michael pulled on the nipple chains until Charlotte had to bend forward more. "Dance on the pony for me, Charlotte."

Her nipples felt crushed as she leaned forward, driving more of her slit onto the hard wood. "EEEEEHHH," she cried out as her hips moved, slowly at first, sliding her pussy along the jagged edge of the rail. She could feel every bump, ridge and indent in the rail, feeling them slice her tender flesh. Pulling back was just as every bit as painful, new flesh torn by the cruel and uncaring wooden rail. She struggled to get back on her toes, looking down and expecting to see her red blood staining the wood, but it was only stained in her juices.

"That's good, Charlotte. Rest for a second and then you can do it again for me. I love to see you rub your pussy raw for me." Doctor Michael's cock was hard as a rock, but he was saving it for her ass hole. She would remember the first cock up her ass.

She couldn't believe that she did it, but after a few minutes, her legs tired and she lowered her pussy onto the rail. She didn't stay still, but rocked her hips back and forth along the jagged wood. It hurt, but there was something else that she felt. Her anus tingled, her muscles clenching on the inside in anticipation of Doctor Michael sodomizing her publicly. Even her pussy was seeking out a lover. She rose up one more time.

"Again, Charlotte. Ride it harder and longer. Give me my pleasure."

She didn't wait, obeying as her pussy sank down onto the wood. Her pussy welcomed it this time, her lips spreading around the wood as if they were covering it in a warm blanket of her flesh. She pushed forward, scraping her pussy along the wood, feeling every bump, ridge and knot as it tore through her sensitive flesh. Then she pulled back, reliving the feeling of the wood, pulling back until her nipples were stretched by the chain and crushed between their powerful metal teeth. Only then did she rise up off of the board.

Doctor Michael released her from the rail, starting with the nipple clamps, Charlotte singing out her pain as the blood rushed back into the tips. He saw the relief etched her in her face as they pulled the rail out from between her legs, finally releasing her legs from the wide spread. She stood up, but her hand went between her legs, seeing the surprised look on her face as she realized there was no blood on her fingers.

She saw them bring in the table and place it strategically in the center of the room. She didn't have to be told, lowering herself down onto it, feeling the cold wood against her naked breasts as she lay submissively down, and staring at the audience that gazed at her.

"Spread your legs, Charlotte."

She did his bidding, her legs spreading wide, Michael bent her legs at the knees so he could push them out, Charlotte feeling her body open up to his demanding hands. She could felt he rush of cool air blowing between her cheeks and on her virgin ass hole. She heard the noise and turned her head to see another man enter, another doctor with a white coat on him. She recognized him instantly, how could she not. It was the captain from her last display on the stage and the only other man besides Michael that had her in the mouth, Charlotte still able to taste the two men that filled her unwilling mouth with their sperm. What was he doing here?

"Thank you for joining me, Doctor Jesse." It was Michael talking to him. "She is ready for you."

He looked at her, naked and spread on the table, as Doctor Michael's fingers dug into her full, fleshy, rounded white buttocks and pried them apart as the muscles quivered and trembled. She was no match for his powerful hands, exposing the full length of her wet, juicy slit and the opening of her pink pussy, but his eyes were drawn to her ass hole. It was so tiny, a tight, brown hole that looked like a starfish. It was wrinkled, the muscles already clenching in an erotic dance that made it open and close in lewd fear.

Charlotte never felt as humiliated as she was now. Two men were behind her, strong fingers digging into her buttocks and pulling them apart until she could feel the tight knot of her anal ring begin to stretch open in lewd invitation. No matter how much she fought, she was helplessly exposed for all to see. She felt the suddenness of Doctor Michael's hands leave her ass cheeks, but new fingers, just as strong and demanding pried her open. She couldn't understand why Michael was not going to sodomize her, almost wishing that it were his cock that would split her up the middle.

Doctor Jesse took his place between her spread legs as he peeled her open like a ripe fruit. He leaned over her ass, stopping momentarily to inhale the sweet nectar of her aroused body, his tongue already out of his mouth. He found the tight hole with the tip of his tongue, moistening the elastic opening, his hand already unzipping his pants and taking out his cock in preparation of sodomizing her.

She cried out in shame when she felt a wet tongue touch her in such an obscene place. It was bad enough that his cock was going in her ass, the humiliation too much for Charlotte to bear as she felt a wet tongue lashing at the throbbing muscles in her anus. It felt like a tiny, wet cock fighting to gain entrance, rimming her anal ring as the muscles clenched uncontrollably. Her buttocks tried to shut tight, but his fingers kept her spread open for his oral assault. "No, not your tongue," she cried in shame. "Not there!" It was just like in her dream with her Professor.

Doctor Jesse licked her ass hole for long minutes until she was wet, pulling back to see the glistening tiny hole, her anus still in the throes of spasms from his tongue. "Nice and wet and juicy, Charlotte. Hold still now," he warned her.

She braced for his cock, but what she felt was a thick thumb fighting to penetrate her. Her tight hole fought him off for only seconds, his oral ravishment leaving her wet and vulnerable, Charlotte groaning as the thick flesh of his thumb forced her anal ring to stretch until it opened up like a spring flower and his cruel finger sank into the depths of her rectum like a giant rock. "OOOHHH," the finger filling her as he dug into her guts. It was only mild discomfort to what she knew was coming, but it was more the shame of being fingered before the audience, all of them eager to see her degraded and sodomized.

Doctor Jesse enjoyed the feeling of her ass hole as it clasped around his thumb and her hot insides sucked him deeper into her guts. He twisted his thumb until he pressed against the elastic walls of her rectum, pulling his finger out just as fast, replaced with the long index finger, which he plunged into her clenching rectum up to his knuckles. He watched as her body tried to escape his finger, but she was pinned to the table and could only accept her fate.

Charlotte's fingers dug into the edge of the table as the finger wormed into her intestines. One finger twisted and turned inside her, making her feel the hard bones of his knuckles. It drew out, her anal ring forced to open to allow the thicker knuckles to pull out, but when it pushed back in, it was joined by a second finger that stretched her anal ring wide until it popped into her ass. He twisted and rotated his fingers in her, stretching and teasing at the resisting muscles. She felt the fingers pull out, her anal ring going into a series of spasms as she was left empty, but she knew that there was more to come, the fingers just preparing her for the assault on her virgin rectum.

Doctor Jesse lubricated his cock until the rigid member glistened with the oil. He grabbed her legs and pulled her back towards him, standing between the breach, his cock in one hand, his other hand pulling her cheeks apart. The tiny hole was slightly opened from the fingering, but it paled in comparison to the size of his prick head.

She felt it, soft and rubbery, but as he rode it up and down her crack and over her anus, she felt the hardness in it as it throbbed against her tight hole. She felt the pressure as his hips began to push, the hot flesh of his cock pressing tightly against her helpless anus. Charlotte held her breath when the cruel wedge of flesh strained forward, pressuring between her cheeks as her anal ring was forced to spread open to accept the cruel ravishment of her behind. It started slowly, but the pressure continued until Charlotte cried out. "PPPLEEEASSE, OOOH." Her anal ring fought a losing battle, suddenly forced to pop open and give way as the thick head of his cock slipped into her anus with such power. Her buttocks writhed wildly under the assault as she tried to evade the ravishment, but each movement of her buttocks only drove the thick head deeper into the tiny hole of her once virgin ass.

Doctor Jesse enjoyed the way her muscles caressed his cockhead, rippling up and down the head, feeling as if it was enclosed it in hot, tight press. Unable to contain his lust, the thrust with his hips, another inch of cock pushed into the squirming redhead beneath him. He looked down as the tiny hole that was stretched tight around the shaft of his cock, the jerking head of his cock snuggled deep into the warmth of her rectum. He pulled out, feeling her tight anal ring tugging on the ridge just below the head as he pulled out, watching as it stretched out, shoving back in just before the head would slip from her tight ass hole. Her ass hole swallowed up two inches of cock this time, a gasp from her lips, her hips shaking from side to side as he impaled her on his cock. He began to piston his cock in and out of her clenching rectum, drawing out until the head threatened to pop free, then thrusting back in, each time harshly into the tightness of her rectum.

Charlotte cried out in despair, suffering through this debauching act, inch after agonizing inch of rock hard cock shoved up her violated backside. She could feel the monster stretch her where she should never be stretched, her anal ring feeling like it would tear if it opened any wider. It was as if a red-hot poker was shoved up her rectal passage, burning as it sought the depths of her bowels. She looked at the audience through tear-stained eyes, but their eyes were lit up with excitement as they watched her anal ravishment.

Doctor Jesse began to fuck her ass, feeling her muscles give up the fight, beat into submission until his cock began to slide with ease inside her tightly, clenching ass hole. "How do you like my cock up your ass, Charlotte? It is bringing me so much pleasure."

She tossed on the table, but he body was pinned down by the cock that speared her like a fish. Doctor Jesse began to speed up his thrusts, more and more of his cock fed into her bowels until she could almost feeling it come out her throat as she gulped on the iron flesh of his cock in her ass. The pain began to lessen as she lost the fight, but the humiliation of having a cock up her ass as all watched her ravishment shamed her, knowing they were watching his cock pull up and back down into her violated rectum. She fought her own body, knowing the only way to survive was to relax, but it was hard, his rigid flesh hellishly shoving deeper with each thrust inside her. She relaxed the muscles in her anus, the pain decreasing, Charlotte concentrating all her attention on the muscles of her anus and her tightly stretched anal ring. She tried to put everything else out of her head, concentrating on the feeling of his cock as it teased and taunted the muscles of her ass hole. With a final flick of his hips, he filled her to the tortured depths of her ass hole, feeling like a baseball bat was shoved up her ass, her stomach cramping on the huge man flesh that filled her round tube. She could feel the wiry pubic hairs tickling her naked ass cheeks, but it was the jerking cock that bounced inside her ass hole that made her dance. She never felt so full, arching her back as if the cock was forcing her back rigid as it pierced her. The slightest movement by Charlotte or uncontrollably clenching of her torture muscles made his cock dance inside her ass tube, banging harshly against the elastic walls and stretching them in ways they weren't meant to be stretched.

Doctor Jesse didn't want to pull his cock out of her ass hole, feeling like it was bathed in a blanket of hot flesh, pulsing muscles rippling uncontrollably on his flesh when it jerked in pleasure. He pulled his cock reluctantly from her ass hole, sweat pouring down his body as her insides formed a vacuum behind it as he pulled out of her sucking hole. He watched as inch after inch of his cock pulled from the tight hole, but thrust back in with a single thrust that sank his cock into the deepest depths of her bowels. His abdomen slapped harshly against her naked buttocks with the thrust.

She thought he was sucking her guts out when he pulled out, but then she went from empty to full with a single thrust that knocked the air from her lungs. It felt like his cock was going to push out the other side and pin her to the desk, jerking and throbbing deep into her intestines. In spite of the pain and humiliation, Charlotte felt the lusty sensations from this forbidden act. His thick cock head pulled at the lips of her anus, the thick ridge yanking them open, then her sphincter snapped shut as he thrust back in. Doctor Jesse was swiveling his hips, almost like a rolling motion as he ass fucked her, touching her in places that had never been touched. She began to push back on his cock when he thrust in, responding to his cock, her hips moving from side to side, clenching her muscles tight when he pulled out, relaxing them when he shoved back in so he could thrust hard and fast inside her. She wanted him inside her, wanted the fullness that his rigid cock gave her. She began to feel sensuality in her ass as his cock slid back and forth through the tightly stretched hole.

Doctor Jesse wouldn't last much longer, her clenching muscles no longer fighting his cock, but massaging it with such vigor and determination. His hand slid under her body as her ass pushed back to take his cock up her ass hole, her pussy soaking the wood beneath her as his fingers found her pussy and slid up to grasp her blood swollen clit with two fingers. He twisted it, her inner muscles gripping his cock until he couldn't move, her hips moving deliciously from side to side. "I love your ass, Charlotte. Give me a good ride and I'll fill you with my cum."

"Fuck my ass, cum in me!" Charlotte heard that voice as if it were someone else that was saying it, shaking her ass in lewd invitation, bearing down with all her muscles in hope of provoking him to shoot his hot cum into her rectum and sear her bowels. His fingers were twisting and tormenting her clit with such delight, the pleasure building in her body as his cock continued to impale her ass with bone shocking thrusts of thick, hard cock. As much as she hated to admit that she was enjoying the degradation of being ass fucked in public, she couldn't deny the way her body was responding to this dark and defiling act. She was bursting with sensations that rippled through her body.

He waited as long as he could, finally feeling her back arch up, her ass thrust out as Charlotte stiffened and shuddered beneath him. His fingers kept up their abuse of her clit as she cried out.

"NNNO, doon'tt make meee cummm!" But, cum she did, her ripe body bucking and jerking beneath him as the orgasm raced insanely through her with such force. How could he make me cum from his cock in my ass? What did he do to me to make me cum while being degraded with this perverted act? She cried out in shame and pleasure at the same time.

Doctor Jesse could contain his lust any longer. The wildly churning buttocks of Charlotte beneath him trigged an orgasm in him, ramming his cock in with one bone shattering thrust deep into the darkest part of the helpless girl's bowels. His cock exploded inside her, jerking uncontrollably in the vise of her tightly clenched ass tube.

Then she felt it, powerful jets of scalding cum spurting deep in her bowels. She cried out in ecstasy as he held her cruelly pinned to the table, fresh jets of cum flooding her guts until it felt like he dumped gallons of his sperm into her body. She never wanted it to stop, even after he emptied all his sperm into her. She had never felt anything like it before. Through it all, the humiliation returned as she felt his softening cock squeezed out by her resisting muscles but not before she squeezed the last drop of cum from his cock. She felt her muscles squeezing out the white, thick crème from her ass hole when his cock pulled free. The lights went dark.

 

 

CHAPTER 10

Girlfriends

She was sitting at the table, trying to nurse a drink, still able to feel a cock in her ass. Bill walked over to the table. "Michael would like you to come to dinner tomorrow night. He will have a table waiting for you."

"I would love to, "Charlotte still wondering why it was Doctor Jesse that took her anal virginity, not Michael. Maybe he would explain it tomorrow night.

The limo took her home, Charlotte quieter than usual and the driver knew her place and didn't push it.

* * * *

It wasn't as crowded as last night in the club, Charlotte ushered to a small table far in the corner, private. It was set for two, Charlotte sitting down, looking around for Michael. The waiter brought her a drink. Charlotte wore a dress that was cut into a deep V in the front, her braless breasts leaving a lot of available cleavage to entice Michael. She crossed her legs until her dress rode high up her legs, but she would be more than willing to uncross them and spread them if Michael ordered her.

"May I join you, Charlotte?"

She recognized the voice, but it wasn't Michael's voice. She looked up, not surprised by who she saw. "Should I call you doctor or captain?"

"Jesse would be okay."

She looked down, her eyes drawn to the front of his pants. After all, that is the part she knew must of this man, his cock. She had taken him in her mouth and yesterday in her ass. "I'm waiting for someone."

"Actually it's me. Michael arranged this for me. I hope you're not disappointed." He stood there, hoping she would invite him to sit.

He looked different not in a uniform or a white coat. He wore a sport coat, a pullover underneath it. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him. His pants were cut to fit him to precision, even to the gentle bulge that was already appearing. Charlotte was torn. She was disappointed that Michael didn't ask her to dinner, but she was not disappointed to finally meet Jesse under circumstances that are more normal. Yet, she couldn't give up the opportunity to kid him. "Should I get on my knees and suck your cock, or would you like to bend me over the table and fuck me in the ass?" There was a big grin on her face as she said it.

"I think a drink and maybe dinner first. Then we can see how it progresses."

"Do I have a choice, Jesse?"

"I don't think you want to have a choice, Charlotte."

She patted the seat next to her, making sure that he got a good glimpse of her long, naked legs. "Sit down."

He slid in next to her, their hips touching; a jolt of electricity shooting between them, but it was more imagined than real. His cock thickened as he drank in her beauty, the deep V leaving little to the imagination. He put out his hand. "My name is Jesse."

She took his hand, feeling his grip, more firm than most, demanding like Michael's grip. "Charlotte." She could almost feel his hand touching her in other places. I could say that it was as if we just met, but that wasn't the case. It was hard to get his taste out my mouth or the feel of his cock in my ass.

The waiter brought him a drink without him ordering. "I wanted to meet you for a while under different circumstances."

"I didn't dislike the times we did meet. As Michael told you, I love a man that makes up his mind and takes what he wants." Charlotte boldly put her hand on his leg and slid it up until her fingers curled around the thick shaft of his cock. "And knows how to use this on a woman in all the right places, even if she doesn't realize it right away." His cock hurt when he first shoved it up her ass, but she never forgot the orgasm that blew her mind away.

The waiter came over to take their order, Jesse ordering for both of them, but Charlotte's fingers never moved away from his cock, though they did stroke it as he ordered, Jesse very calm and collected in spite of her openly masturbating him.

Charlotte had to take her hand away from his cock while she ate, but her hand would casually go under the table to find if he lost his arousal, but he was always hard and waiting for her. They ate slowly and talked, but their hands had a different conversation. Charlotte would touch his cock, but Jesse began to play the same game, first his hand slipping into her dress to cradle and stroke her nipples until they became hard and sensitive.

"Spread your legs," he whispered to her as he was cutting his steak, putting down the knife, his hand sliding under the table and finding long, sleek naked legs to stroke as he ate. Her legs spread willingly, Jesse teasing her, his hand sliding all the way to her crotch, but stopping short of touching her pussy.

They had a lot in common, professionals, Charlotte and accountant, Jesse a lawyer for big business. He lived outside of Philadelphia, not married, Charlotte asking outright if he was married. Both did work for Michael. Charlotte didn't have to ask him of his fantasies, she already knew some of them, and would rather be surprised by others. She became very comfortable with him in a short time, but after all, they had a lot of history between them already.

"I was hoping to see Michael tonight, though. I have a good friend of mine coming to visit me next weekend. I wanted to show her the club in a very special way."

"I could talk to him, I will see him tomorrow. I have some business with him. I know he isn't here tonight, off into the city talking to investors."

"Have you told her about what you have done here or what kind of club it is?" His hand slid up her leg until he found her pussy, his fingers pressing into her damp panties and squeezing, her thighs clenching tight and trapping his hand.

"A little, but only enough to get her interested." Charlotte moaned softly when his fingers began to move against her pussy, one fat finger finding her slit and pushing in, her lips curling protectively around it.

"Does she have a fantasy?" His finger crept up until the tip of it found her clit, pushing it hard into her pelvic bone as he ground it from side to side.

She loved when he abused her clit, just as he did when he made her cum while sodomizing her. "She was tied up once by a man, and would love to find another to do it to her and force her to perform unspeakable acts." She waited, but didn't say anything else, though she wanted to.

Jesse could see her lips quivering. There was something else that she didn't say, something else that she wanted to come out. "Something that maybe you would like, Charlotte?"

"She always is teasing me with talk of girl sex. I can see it in her eyes; she would love to get me into bed with her." Her voice trembled as she said it. "I never was with a girl, not even a casual kiss while in college."

"Would you like her to take you and make love to you?"

"No, I'm too scared, afraid I wouldn't be able to do it with her." Her heart was racing a mile a minute, but she had to say it all. "She would have to force me."

"Of course she would, Charlotte. You enjoy that much more. Would she be willing to do it on a stage for all to see?"

"I never mentioned that, but I think I could entice her." She knew if she told Rachel that she could have her way with her, only if she forced her on a stage for all to watch, she would go for it. She would be surprised that Charlotte would do such a thing, but Charlotte is always surprised what she allowed. Michael had found something in her that she couldn't put back. Now there was two men that knew her weakness and both would exploit it for their own pleasure, but Charlotte knew that neither would forget her pleasure.

"Would you like to do it Saturday night? On one of the smaller stages, not all women enjoying watching girl sex, afraid that their husbands might demand the same from them."

"Can you arrange it?" She released his fingers from the tight grip of her thighs muscles, his fingers finding the edge of her panties and slipping inside until she felt two fingers impaling her wet pussy. "OOOHHHM," she cried out softly, rising up in the chair as the fingers pushed deep into her pussy. Her fingers curled around his cock and began to stroke up and down as his fingers fucked her juicy pussy.

"Yes, I am sure that Michael will find it enjoyable for the audience and you have been a crowd pleaser." He saw her turn red, blushing at her popularity. "What is your friend's name?"

"Rachel."

"You and Rachel have to remember, that how things start out is usually not how they end. Michael loves the unexpected, so both of you must be ready for the inevitable." Jesse already imagined how it would go, but he wouldn't say a word to Charlotte.

"I know and I will convey the same to Rachel. I don't think it will defer her from joining in." She clutched his arm with one hand, her other hand moving frenziedly rubbing his cock as she clutched his fingers in her drenched pussy and came, biting her lip until she tasted blood to keep from screaming out. She shuddered in pleasure as he held her with one hand and the other hand continued to fuck her pussy until her body slumped against his. "Thank you," but before the words were finished coming out her mouth, his wet two fingers found her lips and smeared them with a thick coat of lipstick of her juices.

"You should learn the taste of another woman, Charlotte. I suspect one or the other of you while find your tongue between the others thighs next week." He pushed his fingers into her mouth until she submissively licked all the juices from them.

* * * *

Rachel called and said that she would be early, the doorbell ringing at 8 P.M. Charlotte could tell the excitement in her voice. She went to the door and opened it, looking at Rachel in a new way. Rachel had natural black hair, not long, below her collar. She was beautiful, dark complexion with big brown eyes, a small pert nose and full lips that since she told her story of being bound, Charlotte always saw her lovely lips split by a man's cock. Her breasts weren't as big as Charlotte's, but they were more than adequate to attract a man's attention, or a woman's. Charlotte wondered what her nipples look like. Were they big and sensitive? What would they feel like in my mouth? She had full hips and long legs, though not as tall as Charlotte.

Rachel felt like a man was devouring her as Charlotte looked at her. She waited patiently, enjoying the way her eyes raped her body. They went from her face, to her breasts and down, Rachel growing wet with desire. She didn't know if she could wait until tomorrow. Charlotte finally looked up at her face again. Rachel moved in close, kissing her softly on the cheek while one hand slid behind her head and kept her still. Her lips moved until they touched the corner of Charlotte's mouth, feeling their lips touched for the briefest second before Rachel pulled away. She wanted to make sure that Charlotte wanted her tomorrow, wanted her in every way. "I couldn't wait to see you." She finally pulled her hand away from her head, but she enjoyed the way that Charlotte obediently stood still for her.

"I noticed you were early. Did you take off from work?"

Now it was time for Rachel to devour Charlotte's body. After all these years, she was only days away from seeing her naked. Rachel wasn't sure what would transpire, but she was hopeful. Rachel loved Charlotte's red hair and couldn't wait to see her red bush. Rachel could already see her nipples harden beneath her sweater, big firm breasts that were meant to be suckled by another woman. Maybe Charlotte would be naughty, Rachel eager to spank her and warm up her cute ass.

"Rachel?" Rachel was staring at Charlotte but she wasn't listening. She could only imagine what was in her mind.

"Yes," Rachel forced back to the reality. "Sorry."

Rachel sat down on the couch, Charlotte on the chair opposite her. "Tell me."

"You mean tomorrow?"

"You know what I mean." She definitely deserved a spanking.

"The club is called Fantasy Bondage Club. It's very high class. People come from the City to visit it. There are lines on the weekends."

"You've been there? While is open at night?" Rachel knew that she was doing work for the owner, but had she really seen what it was like when it was open.

"Yes. They have one big stage in the main room and about ten smaller rooms."

"What do you mean stages? They have actors performing?"

"No, they are all the patrons."

"You mean people voluntarily go on the stage?" Then it dawned on Rachel what she was saying. "You didn't, did you Charlotte?"

"Yes, I did."

"Can you do it?" Rachel knew that she would back out.

"I already have. Twice." Charlotte said it almost smugly.

"That man you talk about must be something."

"Actually, it's a different man."

"You mean you did it on stage with two different men?" Somehow small town life had done something to Charlotte.

"Yes, at the same time."

"You want me to do the same thing? Tell me about it."

"It wouldn't be in the main room, which has about four hundred people in the audience. It will be a smaller room, about twenty or thirty people only. The smaller room is for shows with more limited appeal to the patrons."

"Why are we limited appeal?" Charlotte was teasing her, Rachel wanting to know the whole thing, but she only fed her a little bit at a time.

"I see the way you look at me and tease me. Not like a girlfriend, more like a potential lover. I'm giving you the chance, though it's by my rules." Charlotte was getting wet at the thought of what would happen, trying to keep her legs still and not show her arousal.

This was more interesting than she expected. Charlotte was going to surrender to her and they were going to have girl sex in front of an audience. "What are your rules?"

"You are going to have to force me." Charlotte grew more excited as it unfolded in her head, especially the way Rachel was looking at her.

Rachel would rather have been tied up by a man, but the thought of doing anything to Charlotte, even spanking her naughty ass excited her. "What about your men?" She remembered her demanding men.

"That's the unknown part. We only get to start it. We don't know what will happen once it gets going. You have to be willing to go along with it, though I doubt there will be much choice in it."

"And no way to stop it? No safe words?"

"No, you are at their mercy and they know how to play their parts well."

"What did they do to you?"

"I'm not going to tell you, I don't want to scare you off. In addition, it's what they may make you do to them. It could me many more men than just them. It's the men's fantasies also."

"You are agreeable to this?" Rachel was nervous, but excited. She couldn't wait to get Charlotte naked, but she worried about the men. Many men. Rachel never had more than one man at a time, worrying about where multiple men would take her. She could only imagine what these men's fantasies were.

"Yes," her voice still answered nervously.

"I'm not going to let you scare me off, Charlotte. I think you're bluffing, but if you want to be forced, I would love to be the girl that does it to you. You realize that it will be hard sleeping in the next room tonight."

"Yes, me too. Let's have a drink. My mouth is so dry. I'll tell you all about Allentown."

* * * *

"How come we have to split up?" Rachel was more nervous than Charlotte, now that the time had come. The limousine picked them up and took them to the club. Charlotte was right, the club was huge and it was jammed packed, limousines strung around the corner. They were ushered through the front door, but were instantly shown down a long hallway and into a small room.

"We both have costumes to wear, and considering what is to transpire, they thought it best if we started out surprised."

"Don't worry about me, I've been dreaming about this day for a long time, though I couldn't even have considered this." Rachel was excited, so excited that she barely got any sleep last night and couldn't concentrate on anything but imagining Charlotte's naked body under hers.

Rachel put on her costume after Charlotte left. It was a pair of five-inch stiletto heels, a short leather skirt with a leather halter that barely contained her breasts. All she needed was a whip and she would be the ultimate Mistress.

Charlotte was in the other room, surprised by her outfit. It was a pair of abbreviated cutoff jeans, but she struggled to get them on her body. They were so tight that they cut into her slit, but every step she took made her more excited as they pressed into her warm, soft flesh. The blouse was meant to be tied under her breasts and she did, the top button opened to expose her cleavage. The door opened and the man walked in. "You go in first." He held the door open. He handed her a pack of cigarettes. "Just light it up, you don't have to smoke it. I doubt you will have time anyway."

Charlotte took a deep breath as she walked onto the stage; always hard the first time to confront a sea of faces that would soon see her naked and performing perverted acts. It looked like an alley behind a restaurant or club, Charlotte taking out the pack of cigarettes realizing why she was out here. She put one of the cigarettes into her mouth and took out the lighter. She sucked the smoke into her mouth, but blew it out instantly; she didn't smoke and had no desire to.

"Got one for me?"

Charlotte recognized Rachel's voice, but she didn't look anything like her best friend. She was dressed in leather, perched on a pair of heels that made her taller than Charlotte. She was dominating, but then that was the point. "Suurree," she said nervously. She handed her the cigarette, but she saw the way she looked at her.

"Thanks, I'm Rachel."

"Charlotte. Sorry, but I have to get back." She was frightened of the woman.

Rachel took the cigarette from Charlotte and snuffed it out on the floor. She never lit hers, throwing it down on the floor. "Stay!"

"Please Rachel, I have a boyfriend waiting inside," she lied.

"I saw you inside. You're by yourself. Not anymore." Rachel put her hand on Charlotte's arm and squeezed tight. "Call me Mistress."

Charlotte felt her pushed against the cold, brick wall. "Don't hurt me," she begged, her lips quivering in fear.

"You be a good girl and I wouldn't." Rachel was really getting into it. She saw the audience, but it was Charlotte that she was interested in. Charlotte looked like she was really scared, but Rachel would show her what it was really like. She put her hand under Charlotte's chin, pushing her head up, until her fingers squeezed around her soft neck. She could feel Charlotte gulping from beneath her fingers as she tightened them. "You're a pretty young thing, all dressed up sexy." Rachel moved closer until their bodies touched, but continued to press until their breasts were crushing each other. Her knee shoved hard between her legs until Charlotte gasped and allowed her legs to be spread. Rachel moved in and kissed her, their lips meeting for the first time, gently, but then Rachel pressed hard and pushed her tongue into Charlotte's reluctant mouth. Rachel moved her hips from side to side, able to feel Charlotte's pussy through the worn jean cut-offs she wore.

Rachel took her breath away with the kiss; the tongue entered her mouth as if it was a cock, moving around the inside of her mouth, exploring every inch of her teeth and gums. Rachel was moving against her, grinding her body against her, Charlotte forced to spread her legs when her knee pinched the naked, sensitive skin of her thighs. Rachel humped her like a crazed man intent on raping her. Rachel lifted her arms up and tried to push her away, but Rachel was stronger than she expected.

"Settle down or I'll have to teach you a lesson." Rachel grabbed her arms and pushed them over her head, surprised that she could hold them with one hand, but she crossed Charlotte's wrists and pinned them against the brick wall. She had one hand free, pulling away so she could see the lush breasts that were revealed by the unbuttoned blouse.

Charlotte felt powerless as her arms were pinned high over her head, stretching her body taut. She heard the tearing, her blouse ripped open, and her naked breasts spilling out. She felt it for the first time, the soft hands of a woman on her breasts, not grabbing them harshly like a man, but caressing them, as she would do herself. "No, No, don't," she cried out but her nipples sprang to life, soft fingers knowing just what to do to make them stand out. A thumb and forefinger slipped over her nipple and began to softly rub the fingers together, the brown flesh of her nipple twisting between them. Charlotte struggled but she felt a warmth in her chest as Rachel softly stroked her naked breast, her palm making circles around the one breast, her nipple hard and sensitive to the touch.

She had such big breasts and hard nipples, Rachel delighting in playing with her sensuous flesh. Charlotte was responding to the touch. Rachel ripped open her own top, a small catch in the front, until her naked breasts spilled free. She moved her hand away from Charlotte, pressing naked flesh against naked flesh until Rachel shivered in lust when she felt their hardened nipples touch each other, feeling like tiny hard rocks rubbing back and forth.

Charlotte never felt anything like it before; another woman's breasts rubbing against hers, Charlotte feeling their nipples rub like rocks across each other's flesh. Rachel let her hands lose, but Charlotte struggled when she saw her head bending over and then felt a hot, wet mouth engulf one of her nipples. She panicked, her hands pulling on Rachel's hair until her head rose up, feeling the cool air blowing on her spit covered nipple. "Don't do that," she protested.

"I got just the thing for you." Rachel took out the leather strap that was in her pocket, knowing why it was there. She saw the ring conveniently placed in the brick wall above Charlotte's head. She grabbed her wrists again, this time wrapping the leather strap around them and slipping the end through the metal ring. She tightened it, enjoying the way Charlotte's arms were forced up into the air, but her eyes watching as Charlotte's breast rose up prominently. She secured the leather strap tight and then released Charlotte's arm.

Charlotte tugged on the straps, but they held her fast, her body bound and stretched out, half naked and available to Rachel. Rachel wasted no time, her head dipped down again, powerful suction pulled her hard nipple into her hot, wet mouth. Charlotte arched her back as her nipple was stretched, a tongue waiting for it as it slapped back and forth over it. Her tongue was torturous, as it lightly slid over her nipple like a feather, teasing and taunting it to greater hardness until it ached. Her mouth moved from one breast to the other, her free hand keeping the one that was still wet with spit hard while the other was subject to the oral assault.

Rachel pulled back, seeing such big hard nipples on a sea of white skin. "Damn, I could eat those all day." Her fingers went to one nipple, grasping it firmly with two fingers, staring into Charlotte's eyes as she slowly began to apply pressure to it. She waited until she heard the first moan from her clenched lips. "Spread your legs so I can feel what you have in those tiny shorts."

Charlotte refused even as her nipple was crushed between her fingers, but Rachel tired of the game, two fingernails found the tenderest part of her nipple and dug into them until it felt like a knife pierced her to her very soul. She had no choice, slowly spreading her legs until her nipple was released. She expected to find it dribbling blood, but it was hard and thick, an angry red, throbbing with desire. "NNNNOOO," she cried out, but she kept her legs spread as a soft hand slid over her naked belly and down the front of her shorts until it clutched her crotch like a ball. She felt the hand squeeze, fingers digging into her mound, Charlotte unable to escape, the brick wall keeping her pinned.

"Nice pussy, Charlotte. I can't wait to taste it." She squeezed, but she was more interested in getting Charlotte naked. She stepped back. "You like showing off that pussy, Charlotte. The shorts barely cover anything."

Charlotte heard the sound of her zipper going down in the quiet room, a hand sliding over her belly and slipping into the waistband of the abbreviated panties until fingers played over the first touch of her red bush. No girl had ever touched her there, but Charlotte stayed frozen, her legs spread as the fingers sought out her slit. "Nnnno," she cried out, but her protest was no longer as convincing when she felt the touch of a woman's hand softly touching her pussy lips. She knew that Rachel found her wet, a slim finger sliding between her lips and rubbing up and down the moist slit.

"Hot, wet pussy, Charlotte. You want this, I can feel it." Rachel grabbed the shorts, finally ripping them when they refused to slide easily off. Rachel was surprised that she had so much power, flinging them to the floor. She kneeled down in front of Charlotte, looking up at her, fear in her eyes. "Let's slip these tiny panties off and see what I have." She licked her lips in lust.

Charlotte moved her hips from side to side, but she couldn't stop her panties from being pulled off, naked in front of the audience, but even worse, her best girlfriend's hot breath was blowing on her pussy as he lips licked her lips in anticipation like an eager man ready to rape her. Charlotte didn't fight it when Rachel spread her legs wider, hands on the inside of her thighs as she felt her pussy lips opening up like a spring flower.

Rachel inhaled her wetness, her hands moving to her mound and running her fingers through the fine hairs of her red bush. She wasn't surprised when her fingers found her puffy lips wet and oily with her desires, peeling them back until the wet, pink inner lips were revealed.

"EEEEEEHHH," Charlotte cried out with the first touch of her tongue on her pussy. It started on her belly, through her hair and then touched her pussy lips. She felt the tongue lapping at her pussy like a kitten. Her body froze when her teeth bit into the soft lips of her pussy, fearing the sharp pain, but she only tugged on it. Charlotte never felt anything like it. It was different from a man, this tongue knowing exactly where to go and what to do. It nibbled at her clit, Charlotte no longer afraid she would bite too hard, enjoying the pleasure as the soft lips clasped onto the growing bud and sucked it into her mouth and her tongue went to work on it. Charlotte's naked ass rubbed back and forth across the rough, brick wall, but she couldn't keep her hips still as Rachel's continued her oral assault.

It was everything that she thought it would be and more. She lapped up Charlotte's juices that coated her pussy, hungrily eating her pussy until Charlotte was writhing against the wall in unbridled lust, her cries no longer of protest but desire. For the first time, Rachel slid two fingers into a woman, feeling the hot, furnace of her pussy clenching on her fingers as they drove in and out of the wet, clutching hole.

Charlotte didn't know whether it was the bondage, the act of being stripped naked in front of everyone or whether it was the skillful mouth and fingers that were working her up into a frenzy of molten pleasure, but she was ready to cum and nothing could stop her. Her head shook from side to side, her thighs trembling as a sexual eruption began to explode in her body. She shook and vibrated into a blinding release, the orgasm overcoming all of her senses. "AAAGGGGGHHHH!" Charlotte cried out as she flooded Rachel's face with her juices, coming like a man all over her. Her body bounced, but the fingers and tongue continued to work her over until her body was exhausted, hanging from the straps, naked in the alley.

Rachel waited for the orgasm to finish before she pulled the straps off of her hands. "I like the way you cum, Charlotte." She let Charlotte sink to her knees, her legs unable to hold her. She slipped her leather skirt off and pulled off her panties. She spread her legs. She grabbed Charlotte by the hair and pulled her head up until her face was only inches from her pussy. "Do me, Charlotte. I want to feel your tongue in me. Make me cum or I'll whip your ass." She grabbed Charlotte's head and rolled her hair into her fingers until she had a firm grip on her head. She pulled her head forward until she felt a nose touching her, a bit more and she felt wet lips on her mounds. She tugged harder onto her hair until she felt it. It moved slowly and tantalizingly at first, but it was unmistakable that her tongue began to move. "Yes, good little girl. Show me how you make girl sex."

Charlotte hadn't expected this, figuring that it would be Rachel doing all the work, and Charlotte forced to accept the pleasure. Now she found herself on her knees, not with a man in her mouth, but forced to use a tongue on another woman, her best friend Rachel. She didn't taste bad, just like her own juices. It was just the thought of what she was doing, having girl sex while everyone watched. It felt like her hair was being pulled out by the follicles, Charlotte moving her tongue more until she felt the hands relax on her head. Her tongue slipped between Rachel's lips, lapping up all of her juices as her hips began to hump her pussy against her face. She felt her wetness coating her face but she couldn't do nothing except continued the cunningness. It was such a strange word, sounding nothing like the actual act she was performing. Her lips found her clit, sucking it as Rachel had done, teasing it with her teeth but Rachel only moaned in pleasure and humped her face harder.

"Stick your fingers in me, Charlotte. Feel how hot and wet I am for you." She spread her legs wider, as three fingers slid into her pussy, pressing hard against her soft walls. "Yeah, that's the way to do it, Charlotte. Make me cum in your mouth."

Charlotte knew she would have to submit to this until she came on her, almost afraid that she would be flooded with her cum. Her fingers and tongue continued to work on her sex for long minutes, feeling her orgasm approaching, Rachel's hands in her hair pulling her tighter against her.

It was building in her body, an explosive orgasm that had building for years since she knew Charlotte. She never expected it to end this way, but it was better than she could have ever imagined, to have Charlotte, kneeling naked before her while her tongue worked Rachel into a sexual frenzy. She felt free of all her inhibitions, naked before an audience as she readied to cum on her best friends face for all to see. It couldn't get any better than this.

"What have we here?"

"It looks like a couple of lesbians going at each other."

Rachel looked over, four men in flannel shirts in jeans walking into the alleyway. "No, don't stop Charlotte." It was too late, Charlotte pulling away from her pussy, her tongue deserting her and leaving her wanting.

"You know why a girl turns to another girl for pleasure?"

"Yeah, she just hasn't felt a good man's cock inside her."

"Get out of here," Rachel yelled at the men.

"You can cure a lesbian; she just needs to be trained."

"Nice bodies on these two. Maybe we should train them."

He stood in front of Rachel, his hand on his cock, the bulge in his pants massive. "You want some of this baby?"

"Help me, Rachel raped me." Charlotte cried out when she saw what the two men were saying.

"Shut up, Charlotte," Rachel spit out. She wanted to feel her tongue inside her again, but she had to get rid of these men. If she were strong enough, they would back off. "Get out!"

"She must be the Domme," he kidded.

"I'm going to tame this one." It was Michael speaking. Michael went up to her, his hand grabbing Rachel by the hair and swinging her around like a rag doll.

She didn't expect him to be so strong, Rachel swung around until her legs gave out and her knees scraped painfully on the floor. So, this was the part that was unexpected. This was definitely unexpected, Rachel never expecting four men. She found herself on her knees, naked, four men crowing around her.

"Tie her hands behind her back. She'll only need her mouth for this."

They pounced on her like a wounded animal; the same leather strap that bound Charlotte's hands for Rachel to have her way with her was used on her. Her arms were yanked hard behind her, the strap wrapped too tight. Charlotte stood up, but the men made no move on her.

"Rachel, that's a pretty name for a lesbian slut." Michael opened up his pants, sliding the jeans down to his ankles, his shorts following. He fisted his cock, jutting out in front of him as he stroked it.

"Are you going to suck his cock?" One of the other men asked her.

"Never." She cried out when a belt lashed across her back. She never expected it, the pain stung. Another lash, this time lower, caught her across the top of her buttocks, her hands unable to shield her. This was more than play-acting; the pain in her butt was real. "Yeees."

"Yes what?" Michael asked her.

"Yes, I'll suck your cock." Rachel saw the man with leather belt fold it in two and make it snap loudly.

"Wet your lips and get ready for me."

He moved closer to her, Rachel rising higher on her knees, her mouth opening as she felt the smooth head of his cock slip through her lips. He was big, but he was growing with every touch of her lips as they stretched tight around the girth of his cock. She began to bob her head back and forth, keeping her lips tight as the head slid back and forth over her tongue. She applied suction on the cock, drawing it into her mouth, all the while keeping her lips tight around the shaft. She could feel the thick veins rubbing across her lips and tasted the first of his precum dripping into her mouth, but she feared stopping and the belt that was close by. The cock began to grow and harden in her mouth, amazed as her lips tried to contain the thickness of it. She had a hard time keeping it in her mouth, her lips stretched so wide that the corners felt like they would tear, more and more of his cock fed into her mouth and sliding over her tongue.

"I can see why you need to have woman suck you off. You don't know how to please a man."

"Show her how."

Michael put his hand on the back of her head, his hips beginning to pump, the head of his cock going deeper into her mouth with each thrust until it banged against the back of her mouth. He didn't release her, keeping her pressed up against him, the head of his cock pushed into the tiny hole of her throat.

She tried to fight him off with her tongue, but his cock was too big and hard, her tongue forced to the bottom of her mouth as the giant cock slid back and forth over it. She struggled as he pulled her head back until she was staring straight up into his eyes. He thrust with his hips and the head of his cock thrust in and bashed against the tight hole of her throat. "GGGLLLGG," she gagged her stomach turning as she fought the urge to vomit. It felt like a giant wedge was lodged in the deepest part of her mouth. She struggled to pull away.

"Face fuck her like she was doing to her lesbian friend."

"Lay her down on her back."

Rachel struggled as they pushed her down on the floor, first on her belly, the straps taken from wrists, but only long enough so her arms could be drawn over her head. She looked up; her wrists bound again, the end of the strap tied to a ring in the floor. She still tasted the cum of the one that was in her mouth, but the others had all stripped their pants and shorts off, stroking their cocks as they watched him force her to suck his cock.

He stood over her, one leg on each side of her head. He lowered down, kneeling between her head, his cock jutting out in front of him, laying it onto her face as he rubbed it back and forth over her smooth skin.

She felt the hot flesh of his cock burn her skin as he rubbed his leaking cock onto her face and lips. It left a trail of sticky hot cum wherever it touched. He leaned over her until his body shaded her head, but his cock jerked and shuddered every time it touched her skin.

"Open up your mouth."

"WWWHaapp!" Her body jumped when she felt a hand spank her. But, it wasn't her ass, but between her legs, forced apart by many hands, but the force of the blow shocked her as the palm of his hand hit her full force on her mound. It stung, but there was something else too. A delightful tingle that continued, her body on edge that he would do it again, Rachel almost willing to defy him to make sure that he did.

Michael watched as her mouth yawned open. "That a good girl, Rachel. You know you want to swallow my meat." He didn't hesitate, thrusting his cock into her waiting mouth and shoving with his hips.

She couldn't believe it. It drove into her mouth, past the opening of her throat. She gagged, but as her throat opened in protest, it slid past, going into her throat tube and sliding down it. She never felt anything so big jammed into her throat like a giant cork. It was hard, yet flexible, feeling the head bending as it slid down into her throat. She was forced to swallow it or choke to death on it. She gagged, but he only shoved another inch of cock into her throat until she felt it ready to come out in her stomach. "GLLGGG," her muffled cries of desperation, shaking her head but the cock refused to leave her throat sitting like an unyielding brick. Her throat burned, his pubic hairs pressed up against her lips. She struggled to breathe, her nostrils flared as she tried to bring precious air into her starved lungs. She knew the contractions of the muscles in her throat were her own downfall, milking the cum from his balls as they rippled up and down the sensitive head.

He looked down at her, seeing her face turning red as she struggled to breathe. He pulled his cock, watching in delight as his spit covered cock shaft slowly pulled from her tightly clasped lips. He felt the thick head slip from her throat, Rachel coughing and gagging as she struggled for air. "That's enough."

He thrust back in again until her lips were crushed against his abdomen, his pubic hairs slipping into her mouth. Her throat felt like she had a bad sore throat, rubbed raw, her muscles fighting to force the fat prick from her stomach. "That's how a man fucks a woman's mouth, Rachel. You have to swallow it all."

He pulled out, but she sucked in air as quick as she could; feeling him entering her throat again, pushing deep into her throat. She swallowed it as best as she could, but her stomach turned as she gagged and coughed on the thick cock. He never stopped, fucking her face and throat with a regular rhythm. She had to end it, using her tongue to rub over the shaft as it pulled from her mouth to give her a chance to take a breath. He had such endurance, fucking her mouth for long minutes, sliding his cock in and out of her throat with greater speed. She could only suffer under him, gulping and gagging on his cock as it slid back and forth into her gullet. She had never been used so harshly before. He was going to empty his cum into her mouth and there was nothing she could do about it.

Michael didn't last much longer, enjoying her throat too much to continue. He pulled his cock from her throat as he came; making sure that he filled her mouth with his cum. "Drink it all my lesbian bitch. This is what you should be doing."

She had no choice, grateful that at least he pulled his cock out her throat. She felt his body stiffen, the head of his cock growing, filling her cheeks with his massive flesh. He shoved hard into her, Rachel tightening her lips on his cock as she felt the cum racing up the shaft and into her waiting mouth. One minute she only had spit in her mouth, the next her cheeks bellowed out as he filled her with his hot, salty cum. It coated her tongue with a thick layer of milky cum, her taste buds flooded with the pungent cum. It was either swallow or choke to death, Rachel gobbling as her mouth was continually flooded with his cum. She hated what he did to her, but she wanted it all the same. She never expected this when she agreed to do this with Charlotte, but she wished her hands were free so she could climax with him. He finally pulled out of her mouth, Rachel turning on her side, the thick, lewd cum still on her aching lips.

"On your knees, Rachel. Now that we know you can suck cock, you just need more practice."

Hands grabbed her hair and pulled her up; Rachel forced to kneel, her back straight, her chest thrust out until they approved of her position.

"Yes, like that Rachel. That is the position you assume to suck your Masters cock."

They were lined up, her hands still bound, but they didn't need to be, Rachel surrendering to them. Another cock was thrust into her mouth, not as long as the last, but the girth was just as thick. Hands held and guided her head, Rachel using her tongue and lips to please him, but that still didn't keep the cock from her throat. Another man was behind her, bending her back until she was almost staring up at the ceiling. Then the cock was back, punching down her throat and into her stomach, as he fucked her throat for long minutes. He came on her face, but he didn't finish until Rachel was forced to lick the last of the drying cum from his shrinking cock.

Two more were waiting, Rachel seeing Charlotte kneeling naked on the floor, but the men were only interested in her. It was a long time before she finished them both off, her tongue tired, Rachel barely able to cry out, her throat rubbed raw by the cocks that punctured her throat. When she was finished, it felt like there was a gallon of sperm sitting heavily in her belly.

She hoped they were finished, but Rachel was wrong. They found some rope, this time Charlotte forced into the same position as Rachel. She knew she was in trouble when they threw her on her belly on the cold floor. Ropes held her wrists to the ring above her head, but her legs were tied separately, each one pulled out to the side until it felt like she was going to be split up the middle. They faced her towards Charlotte so they could watch each other's expression. Rachel saw the men, completely naked and it didn't even look like they had cum once already. Their cocks jutted out just as hard and thick as before.

Rachel felt one of the men kneeling between her legs, looking over at Charlotte as another man did the same thing. He was fisted his cock, Rachel feeling the hot flesh of a man on her inside thigh. The man was fumbling between Charlotte's legs, Rachel feeling hands stroking her buttocks, strong fingers pulling her cheeks apart. "NO, Not there," she cried out when she felt the hot flesh of the man's cock sliding up and down her slit and then pressed against her anus. She couldn't understand Charlotte. She looked so calm, but the man behind her had his cock jutting out until it was placed between her spread cheeks.

Rachel cringed when she felt it, the rubbery head pushed against the tight knot of her anus. He pulled her cheeks apart so wide until Rachel felt the pucker go out of her anus, the flesh of his cock feeling harder as it throbbed against her defenseless ass. The man behind Charlotte grinned evilly, lowering him down onto her best friends body, Rachel forced to watch as his cock began to penetrate her in such a perverted place. Then Rachel felt it, the hot, hard flesh pushing open her anal ring, struggling to close her legs but the ropes kept her spread to be sodomized. It was beginning to enter her, Rachel fighting to keep it out, but he was too strong and hard. His weight sank down on her body, the shock of it hitting her suddenly. "TTAKKE ITT OUTT!" She could believe it, but the head of his cock popped inside her, stretching her, taking her with an intensity that shook her body. She could feel it, like a baseball bat inside her rectum, stretching and tearing at the soft walls of her intestines. She looked over at Charlotte, her face pressed up against the floor, her eyes clenched tight, but her lips were clenched tight, not a word out of her. She looked at the man that hovered over her, half of his cock disappearing between her widely stretched buttocks. How could she take such a thing up her ass without crying out?

"What's the matter, Rachel? Don't you like a cock up your ass?" He flexed his cock, looking down to see it jutting out her tiny brown hole. "Relax, you have lots more to take before I begin ass fucking you. See, your lesbian friend likes it. She likes a man up her ass, forcing her to submit to being sodomized."

She heard the man grunting and groaning behind her, Rachel trying to put it out of her mind as she concentrated on the cock that was slowing inching up into her bowels. It was so big, the head pushing her muscles aside and stretching her elastic passage as the shaft followed behind it, filling her round tube with the hardness of his man flesh. He pushed in, and then pulled out, each time driving deeper into her guts. She watched Charlotte's clenched face, but saw the excitement in the man behind her as he began to fuck her in the ass. He was making her take the full measure of his cock, Rachel surprised to see it pull all the way out and then thrust back in with a powerful thrust, yet barely a whimper came out of Charlotte's mouth. She lay there on the ground, naked on her belly; her legs spread as the man behind her shoved his hard log of flesh in and out of her ass hole.

The man had half of his cock up Rachel's ass hole, feeling like there was a foot of it already. He pulled out, feeling the powerful suction pulling out her guts, but then he thrust back in, filling her guts with his hard cock. Over and over, he fucked her ass until she felt the head deep in her belly, the man flexing it until it sent cramps in her stomach. She never felt such a fullness; the man's jerking flesh moving in her ass hole.

He began to fuck her ass hole, Rachel no longer making any noise except an occasional grunt when he fucked too hard. He loved the way her hot insides blanket his cock, her muscles rippling up and down his cock as they milked the cum from his balls. "Yes, that's the way, Rachel. Grip me with your ass hole and I'll cum in your ass sooner."

She had no choice. The pain was gone. There were other feelings, though she couldn't call it pleasure. More submission, his long cock sliding in and out of her ass hole with abandonment. It churned her guts when he was in her, but she almost missed it when he pulled out. It took only a couple of minutes before she felt it. It stretched her more when the head swelled up when he came, but the cum that blasted into her bowels with such a powerful jet almost made her cum. She hoped that the next one would rub her pussy because she knew there would be another one in her ass. The other two were already looking down at the cock that split her buttocks, seeing the look on their faces. They wanted to be in her ass. She looked over at Charlotte as the man on her back came inside her. She was almost relaxed and calm as he pumped his cum into her ass hole. He could see her buttock muscles flexing. Was she gripping his cock, making him cum in her ass? Did Charlotte already have a cock up her ass before tonight? She said she was on the stage twice. Did someone already sodomize her?

The others took their time with her. The ropes were taken off her arms and legs, Rachel submissive as she was posed on her hands and knees, her back arched, her ass thrust out, her legs spread. One cock was placed against her ass hole, the other on her lower lip. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, taking the cock in her mouth just as the cock breached her ass hole. It didn't hurt, just a fullness, a cock in her mouth and one in her ass. The one fucking her ass reached around and played with her pussy. By time he came in her ass, she came with him too. She never felt anything like it, the muscles in her ass hole gripping his cock with such pleasure. She had two loads of cum in her bowels, but the last man didn't care. He fucked her ass hole, but it was Rachel that was forced to lick Charlotte's pussy at the same time. All three of them came at the same time, Rachel exhausted, never having cum so many times. Or having so many men and women fuck her at the same time.

 

 

Epilogue

One Year Later

It had been a year, Jesse and Charlotte living together in Allentown. They had grown closer over time, Jesse satisfying Charlotte's fantasies and Charlotte satisfying Jesse's fantasies. They had a lot in common professionally, most of Jesse's clients, including Michael nearer Allentown then Philadelphia. Their lust had turned to love, with talks of marriage softly discussed.

Charlotte and Jesse never appeared on the state at Fantasy Bondage Club again, though they both attended lots of the shows, especially when it featured Rachel. They enjoyed watching her put through the paces by demanding men, but they still preferred to have her visit them for the weekend. It always made it interesting, Jesse enjoying dominating two women at one time. There was always heavy use of ropes and chains, loving to see naked women bound and spread and available for anything and everything he desired. He was like Michael, having a vivid imagination, especially sexual imagination.

Rachel still hadn't found a man that swept her off her feet, though lots of men satisfied her sexually and her need to be dominated. She was glad that Jesse and Charlotte were together; glad that Charlotte never got jealous when he had them both in his bed for the weekend. He always had more than enough stringent bondage and submission for the both of them.

Michael was more then busy enough, opening up a third club, this one in Tokyo. The Japanese loved rope bondage and the club was doing well since its opening. Charlotte and Jesse still worked for him, both of them kept busy with his expansion plans. He was happy that it worked out with Jesse and Charlotte. Michael was kept satisfied with a bevy of girls that passed through his clubs, all of them searching to satisfy their deepest and darkest fantasies. He was more then willing to help them reach their goals, all the while his own lust was satisfied with their willing bodies. He had no desire to settle down with one woman. Not when there were so many women to satisfy.