The President's Club

The young wife gazed nervously into the full-length mirror on the door of her
closet.  She almost didn’t recognize the gorgeous creature standing in front of
her.  So much had happened to her in the last couple of months.  So much about
her life had changed and been turned upside down. Still, she didn’t think she was
there yet, wherever ‘there’ was.  She felt like a pupa stuck in
mid-metamorphosis.  She wasn’t a caterpillar anymore and not yet a butterfly,
either.  She knew that tonight was the next step.  She didn’t know how she knew. 
She could just feel it.  Maybe it was just because she wanted so badly for
something to happen.

Something would happen tonight, something <had> to happen tonight to complete her
metamorphosis, make her whole.  Her whole being yearned for that to happen.  Yet
as excited as she was about tonight, she was even more afraid.  God knew she
didn’t have a good track record with her relationships up to this point in her
young life.  She pessimistically wondered how she was going to mess this one up.

As she stared at the emerging butterfly in the mirror, she thought back on the
events leading up to this night.  How? Why?

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Karin's life was a mess.  A total mess.  But that was nothing new.  It had always
been a mess....

She was just 18 years old, and had barely graduated High School with a D average.
 The irony that her grade point average was the same as her bra cup size didn’t
escape her. She thought it was funny.  Her teachers would have been stunned to
learn that she not only knew what irony was, but that she could identify aspects
of it in her own life, and see the humor as well.  She wasn't stupid.  She was
just easily distracted, bored and terribly insecure, which she hid from everyone
by being aloof.  Unfortunately, her body had encouraged all kinds of distractions
from the boys at her high school.

Karin was tall for a girl, almost 6 feet tall, feminine and graceful.  Her
aloofness scared all but the most aggressive boys and kept them from asking her
out.  They just didn’t know how to deal with a female that didn’t pant like a
bitch in heat.  They never found out it was an act, a sham. The ones who did ask
her out were treated with icy coolness.  Look but don’t touch.  She was a trophy
date to take to the country club or the prom, but never into the backseat.

Which was surprising, considering how universally horny teenage boys are and how
drop-dead beautiful Karin was. Her face was regal, more serious than she was. 
Clear blue eyes, blonde hair, a long, graceful neck.  Smooth, rounded shoulders
tapered into delicate arms, ending in soft slender fingers.

Her legs drew a lot of attention, especially in Spring and Summer when she wore
shorts.  They had been a featured attraction ever since the sixth grade when she
sprouted up. They were constantly a source of embarrassment to her. When she sat
and innocently crossed them in class, or when she walked down the hall, they drew
unwanted attention to her.  They were endless and the short skirts she wore
emphasized their length and shapeliness.

Her hips flared nicely, but still retained the trimness of a younger girl.  The
firm clean lines of her ass cheeks swayed when she walked down the school
hallways, never failing to bring at least one, if not a chorus of whistles behind
her.

Her breasts, however, were truly amazing.  They were huge, stupendous, but her
height made them seem almost proportionate to her body.  Almost.  The sensuously
rounded orbs sat high and proud on her broad chest, firm and large, defying laws
of gravity and physics by standing straight out without support.  At their
quivering tips were quarter- sized circles colored a dusky pink with perfectly
centered crinkled red buttons that always seemed to be sticking out through
whatever she was wearing.

Early on, she had been proud of her chesty development until the girls in her gym
class had spited her in their juvenile envy.  The very same girls who had been
her ‘best’ friends the year before ostracized her when her tits ballooned over
the summer.  She was never invited to any more parties, sleepovers, nor included
in the gossip.

The boys on the other hand, although they pestered her a lot, mostly just looked,
drooled and jacked off.  They were immature and the image she presented to them
made them nervous.  Even the quarterback of the football team fumbled around her.
 She had been the chief actress in many a high school fantasy and wet dream but
ended up dateless on most Saturday nights.

When she did date, they went one of two ways.  Either the boys were so
overwhelmed with her beauty and nearness that they creamed their shorts just
sitting beside her, or they would explode at her, and try to rape her.  Those who
exploded at her also exploded in their shorts.  None of the immature bastards
even tried to kiss her.  It they had only known....

Her home life had not been much better.  Her mother drank a lot, her father
fooled around a lot, or at least, that's what the neighbors said.  The times
Karin had liked best were when her mother was unconscious and her father was ‘out
of town’.  On those nights at least, although she was alone, neither one of them
would beat her or humiliate her.

So it was not surprising that when Mr. Saunders, a wealthy businessman from the
big city, showed an interest in her, she was drawn to him.  He had chanced to see
her walking home from school as he drove through her small town.  He had been
looking for a service station.  He was so impressed he decided to stay and look
into this statuesque creature.  He was a big man, tall and handsome.  She looked
like she would be an ideal set piece for him.

When he approached her, he did so without fear or nervousness.  Not at all like
the boys who stammered and gasped.  As she thought back, she figured she must
have fallen in love with him when he introduced himself.  He treated her so kind,
and was the perfect gentleman on every one of their dates.  He didn't try to kiss
her or have sex with her or touch her during their whirlwind courtship. Never
once did she sense he had soiled himself.  She took this to be a measure of his
self-control.  In her short life, Karen had never met a man like Bill Saunders. 
Not because he was a gentleman, intelligent and refined, but because he was gay.

Bill’s business was in a close-knit industry that demanded a "normal" family
image and he desperately needed a wife. His initial assessment of Karin was
confirmed as he researched her family and the boring little town:  Karin was the
perfect trophy wife.  Beautiful and dumb, a girl no one cared about.

He quietly gave her parents $10,000 cash at their daughter’s wedding to forget
about her.  No phone calls, no letters, no visits, no contact at all.  With that
much money for booze, it was guaranteed they wouldn't remember anything for long.

Bill had insisted that Karin pack up everything that was hers in her parents
house and bring it with her when she moved to the big city.  He wanted no traces
of her left behind, no little articles or knick-knacks to stir long forgotten
memories in her parents minds of their one and only child.

He needn't have bothered.  Her parents had resented her from her conception.  Her
striking beauty and aloofness had only infuriated them more.  They resented how
plain and ordinary she made them feel.  They accused her of disdain. Karin was
already forgotten before she and her new husband had left town following the
small reception.  Her parents both drank themselves to death within two months. 
The local banker, seeking to curry favor with the big city businessman, contacted
Bill about their deaths.  Bill didn’t tell Karin, so she didn't go to the
funeral.

The marriage had been six months ago and her brief, 6-month marriage to the
55-year-old successful businessman was a total failure.  Nothing worked between
them.  No matter what she tried, no matter how hard she worked to please him, she
always upset him.  She couldn't relate to her husband’s work or his education. 
She never thought it might not be her fault.

The façade of her fairy-tale marriage to the handsome Bill Saunders had started
cracking on their wedding night.  He had complained of a headache, of all things,
that first night.  The second night he passed out drunk, something she was used
to.  The honeymoon had ended abruptly with a well- planned emergency in another
city.  He apologized, but was sure she would understand.

Other business trips came up and he was away for weeks at a time.  When he was
home, he came back from the office late at night.  She had been married for six
months and was still a virgin.  To her way of thinking, she had been a failure as
a daughter, she had been a failure in high school and now she was a failure as a
wife.

She even thought she was a failure as a woman.  She had realized her husband was
gay early on, but thought she was the reason for it.  At first it was the pool
man who only came to clean the pool when Bill was home.  The job always seemed to
take two people, especially the part that took them into the cabana out behind
the pool.  It wasn’t until she needed to turn off the pool filter one day and
looked for the filter equipment in the small outbuilding that she found there was
no reason for them to be in there.

Lately it had been the butler that didn't butler.  Her new home was a big house
and she initially appreciated the gesture from Bill to provide her with some
help.  She didn’t think twice about the butler moving into the quarters off the
kitchen.  That’s what a butler did.  But this one did more.  And less.  He was
absolutely no help to her around the house.  As time passed, the relationship
between the three of them became tense.  The normal roles of husband and wife
were mixed up helter skelter.

Karin became more and more isolated and alone.  She had nowhere to go and no one
to turn to.  She never went out, she didn't drive, and she had no friends.  She
didn't know anyone but Bill and the household staff.  The cook only spoke
Spanish, the gardener was deaf, and the butler, well, the butler resented her
very existence.  That had been made very clear to her two weeks ago.

Two weeks ago, Bill and the "butler", Bruce, had surprised her as she lay sunning
herself by the pool.  Bill insisted that she maintain her youthful appearance and
beauty.  He liked her to appear as if they had spent time on the islands, so she
spent as much of her time in the sun as possible.  As his trophy wife, she had
the finest clothes to wear, and, of course, the tiniest bikinis.

That afternoon, as she lay soaking up the last of the day's light, the two men
had quietly sneaked up behind her and overpowered her.  She had been immediately
blindfolded.  A thick hand towel had been stuffed, crammed in her mouth by one of
them.  Bruce, she thought.  Her arms had been pulled hard behind her back as she
lay struggling on her stomach. Her assailant tied them with a piece of stiff
twine or wire.  It was tied tight and cut deeply into her wrists. There was no
love or tenderness in either of the men's actions.

She had been picked up, thrown over a shoulder, and hauled like an old rug down
into the basement.  There, they had strung her up and proceeded to torment her as
only two mysogenistic men were capable of.

Her hands had been re-tied from behind her back to the thick pipes running
overhead, leaving her feet dangling about two inches off the floor.  As tall as
she was, her feet didn't reach the floor to support her.  They had not bothered
to take off her skimpy covering, but merely pushed the tiny triangles of her
bikini top up off her firm tits and yanked the bottoms down around her thighs. 
Doing it that way made her feel more exposed and naked than if she had been
completely nude.

Bruce, the sadistic butler, had started slapping her firm tits with his hands. 
He had to reach up to hit her chest, but he still managed to hit her hard.  He
was a wimpy, emasculated, effeminate man and was jealous of Karin's femininity. 
He was especially jealous of her natural charm and beauty and above all, her
perfectly rounded tits.

He began to work her tits over, going from slapping them side to side to using
them as a punching bag, hitting them straight on with his closed fists.  Karin
screamed into the towel gag as the blows jarred her body.  He was working so hard
that the sweat was running down, staining his silk pajamas.  Sadist that he was,
he got excited beating up a helpless woman.  His erection tented the
loose-fitting pants until the tip slipped out between the buttons of the fly. 
The short pink organ was highlighted against the black shiny fabric.

Bill watched as Bruce tormented the stupid country girl that he had married. 
That’s essentially how he thought of the cunt.  Too dumb to boil water.  But with
her folks gone, he figured he could be a respectable widower in a year of so.  No
one would miss the bitch.

Until then, though, he figured he might as well get all the mileage out of little
wifey as he could.  This whole brutality thing had been the butler's idea.  It
hadn’t escaped his notice that it had been Bruce’s idea that had gotten him into
this mess with the big Hong Kong bank in the first place.  Now it was the
butler's idea to get out of that trouble with the bank by prostituting his wife
to the bank’s president.  All they had to do was to get Karin to go along with
the idea.  Bruce had convinced him that beating the shit out of her was the only
way to convince her to follow through with it even if they weren’t around to make
sure.

Bill watched the barbaric butler beat on Karin a little longer.  He wasn’t sure
but he thought he detected a subtle change in the girl's reactions to the
punishing blows.  Her screams had softened to moans and were coming less
frequently, but that could be exhaustion.  Her pink nipples seemed to be puffing
up and darkening in hue, but that could be due to the beating they were taking. 
He was not an expert in female sexual responses - he had never had an interest in
it - but he thought he noticed moisture seeping from between her flailing thighs.
 That one had him stumped.

For her part, Karin had been taken by surprise by her reactions.  The blindfold
confused her and she couldn’t get her bearings.  She never realized how much she
relied on her sight.  She wondered if perhaps they were just playing a trick on
her.  Then she thought they were really kidnappers, until they spoke to one
another and she recognized their voices.  Why would her husband want to do this
to her?

The ropes around her wrists had hurt, but there was also another deeper feeling
building insider her she couldn't quite put her finger on.  It was like it was OK
what was happening.  It was like security blanket, the feeling that she was not
in control.  Whatever happened, she was not responsible, there was no pressure on
her to act in any particular way.  She couldn’t screw this up.  It was comforting
in a strange way and she relaxed and let it happen to her.

She had gone limp as they had lifted her and allowed them to hoist her over a
shoulder.  She didn’t resist as they had strung her from the overhead pipes in
the basement. She had blushed, unnoticed, when her breasts and pussy had been
exposed, but that blush quickly faded as Bruce, she had guessed correctly, had
started slapping and then punching her in the tits and tummy.

The initial slaps had surprised her and the sudden pain in her boobs had made her
scream.  It was the only defense she had left.  The pain had quickly been
replaced by surprisingly intense pleasant feelings that zipped straight to her
cunt.  The wonderful tingling had built with each slap and punch of her tits. 
Tensed and primed by endless hours of using her finger as her sole source of
pleasure, the virgin wife was quickly teetering on the edge of a ripping climax. 
For the first time in her life, she felt really alive.  She was charged up. 
Something wonderful was going to happen, she could feel it building in her
sopping cunt.

Whether Bruce sensed her impending orgasm, or whether he just got lucky doesn’t
matter much, because just as she was about to free fall over the edge, he punched
the defenseless dangling girl in her relaxed, untrained stomach with two powerful
jabs.   The air was forced completely from her lungs, squelching any possibility
of her pending orgasm.  Bill stepped in to stop the raging butler from doing too
much damage to the gasping woman.  They did, after all, have to keep her in
relatively good shape for her ‘date’.

"My turn, Brucie.  Why don't you rest a while?"

Bruce was in a blood rage and wasn’t about to quit.  All the frustrations he had
had all his life at having a female mind and a male body were finally coming out.
 Anger at all the teasing from the other kids.  Anger that this cunt was his
lover’s legal wife.  He turned to Bill, whining.  “Just a little longer, Bill. 
The bitch deserves it."

"No, Bruce.  That's not the reason we're here, now, is it? We can't be selling
damaged goods to this client now, can we?"

The mention of the banker calmed Bruce down.  That mean son of a bitch would make
this beating seem like a ballroom dance lesson.  Bruce had worked for the banker
up until last year.  The banker had fired him after it was discovered Bruce had
embezzled a lot of money from him. More than a lot.  Too much money for the bank
to publicly admit to, and still keep the confidence of its depositors. Way too
much for the banker to admit to the board of directors and still keep his job.

Bruce had been well aware of the banker's reputation with the ladies.  The ones
he dated always seemed to have trouble sitting down - or even moving without a
gasp of pain, for that matter - after a ‘date’ with him.  After talking with a
couple of them, quietly, of course, Bruce had discovered that the banker liked to
tie up his unsuspecting victims, then spank and whip them mercilessly. Bruce had
never known a girl to voluntarily go on a second date with the banker.

Bill was not aware that the banker and Bruce knew each other.  Bill was the rich
patsy Bruce was using to pay the banker back for the money he had stolen.  The
money that could be skimmed from the new building loan for the new manufacturing
plant should more than cover his losses.  The rest was just gravy for the banker.

Being the thorough man that he was, the banker researched all potential
relationships before he made a move.  Bruce, the flaming gay, had been forced on
the bank by the fucking liberals and their EEOC policies.  He had simply shown up
in his department with the access codes.  Those idiots in Personnel hadn’t even
done a resume check.  By the time the money was missing, it was too late to point
fingers.  It was his responsibility by then.  And he was pissed.

So when he finally did move to get his due, he applied the screws to both Bill
and Bruce.  He had them right where he wanted them.  He had been quietly pressing
Bruce to get his money back, and then began blackmailing Bill when he found out
he was gay, and was that Bruce was living with him. Butler, my ass...

He had seen Karin by the pool on one of his rare visits to Bill's mansion.  That
day he had been there to pick up a late payment, and his mood was foul.  He had
walked by the huge windows that overlooked the pool, automatically glanced out, a
flash of color catching his attention.  He nearly stumbled over a chair as he had
done a double take at the sight of the beautiful near-naked creature lying there.
 His research had not picked up this piece of information.  His eyes had glazed
over, his heart beat like a trip hammer and his cock swelled up like a young bull
in mating season.  He let the two faggots know of a way to cancel the rest of the
debt.  Just one weekend with the girl.  Longer, if it worked out.

The two gay lovers couldn't agree fast enough to give him Karin.  Any way he
wanted her.  Bill didn’t mention that she was his wife, but it wouldn’t have
mattered to the banker.  They made arrangements for three weeks hence.  She would
be moved to an isolated apartment, unprotected, no alarms and no neighbors.  Bill
smiled coldly as he thought of the perfect location.  All they had to do was get
her to cooperate for the first part of the date.

Bruce thought that with the bitch out of the way and out of the house, he could
consolidate his position with this rich businessman.  For his part, Bill felt he
had to protect his business at all costs.  Karin, to him, was simply an asset he
was finally able to put to use.  The banker had threatened to expose him to his
more pious colleagues, and he couldn't let that happen.  They would drum him out
of business within a month.  They wouldn’t even need proof. Just the rumor.  God
knows he’d ruined one of his more pesky competitors that way and had passed on
his share of gossip that he was sure had no basis in truth.  He was in a
precarious position, and he knew it.  Karin was a write- off.  So was Bruce, as
soon as this was finished.

So they ended up in the basement, with Bruce using Karin as a punching bag to get
her to agree to the deal.

Bill stepped up to the gasping girl.  Tears leaked out below the blindfold and
streaked down her flushed cheeks. Reaching out with both hands, he captured a
bruised swollen nipple between each thumb and forefinger.  Somewhat
distastefully, he rolled them around, stimulated the hard buttons until they
puffed up even larger.

"Karin, I want you to listen very carefully.  I need you to do something for me. 
It's very important.  If you don't agree to do it, I'm afraid that I'm going to
have to let Bruce hit you some more until you do.  Do you understand me?"

Karin fearfully nodded her head in the direction of the voice.  She wasn’t afraid
of what Bruce might do to her. She was afraid, because this was the most words he
had spoken to her since the day they were married.  And he was talking to her as
if she were an adult, too.  If it was that important, she just knew she would
mess it up.

"I want you to escort a friend of mine to a dance at a convention.  He is a very
important man and you will be nice to him. OK?"

Again she nodded, puzzled.  All this for a date?

Bill twisted her nipples viciously, threatening to rip them off.

"I mean very nice, bitch.  Do you understand what I mean? You will do anything he
wants, right?  Anything!"

The tight twisting of her nipples sent Karin over the edge she had been close to
before the wind was knocked out of her.  Skyrockets of light burst in her head
and her cunt gushed slippery fluids down her long tanned thighs.  She whipped her
head back and forth in her ecstasy, screaming into the towel.  This was better
than her fingers by a long ways.

"Right, bitch?" Bill demanded again, emphasizing the question with another
sadistic twist.

Coming down from her orgasm, Karin weakly nodded her agreement.

"What a fucking whore!" muttered Bruce, standing off to one side.  "A fucking
good-for-nothing cunt!"  He had wanted her to resist.  He had dreamed of her
resisting, ever since Bill had agreed to this bizarre technique.

Turning to Bill, he pleaded, "Let me give her some more, just to make sure she
understands.  Please?"

"No," came the answer.

Bill looked at the hanging girl.  He noticed the excessive wetness between her
thighs and poked an exploratory finger up into her pussy.

Karin jerked spastically at the unaccustomed intrusion by someone else’s finger.

His manicured finger slithered between her slick puffy lips and entered her
virginal tunnel.  Part way in, the tip encountered a tough membrane.

A look of surprise crossed his face, followed quickly by outright rage.

"You BITCH!" he exploded,  "You're still a fucking VIRGIN! I figured you would
have at least gotten rid of it in high school.  Shit!  You're too fucking stupid
to have even done that right"

He looked around in a blind rage, seeking something, anything, to show her how
incredibly worthless she was. Spying the perfect object, he grinned wickedly.  It
was just what he wanted.  He stepped over to the cleaning closet and pulled out a
soiled, stinking toilet plunger. Pulling a condom from the pocket of his open
robe, he ripped opened the foil and slipped it onto the dirty wooden handle.

Bruce watched the proceedings with excited bright eyes, his stubby hardon
bouncing with each beat of his rapidly beating heart.  This was going to be even
better than he had dared hope.  He quivered with anticipation, his hand lost in
the folds of his pajamas as he stroked his puny dick.

Bill strode back over to his suspended wife.  He set the plunger on the floor
next to her.  Reaching up he grabbed the bottoms of her bikini and jerked the
useless fabric off her thighs.

"Bruce, hold her legs apart.  We've got a block in the plumbing and a helper to
help," he said maliciously.

Bruce quickly moved behind the dazed girl and squatted down.  He wanted to see
this close up.  This should finish the bitch.  Raped by the plumber’s helper.  He
grabbed an ankle in each hand and spread them as wide as he could.

Karin was now struggling as best she could, but she was tired.  She had been
hanging for almost 30 minutes and her shoulders and arms were sore from the
strain.  Each weak kick of her legs jerked her stressed joints painfully.  It
couldn’t be good what they had planned.  She had never heard such an evil tone,
from anyone, much less her husband.  She suddenly realized she didn’t really know
this man.  She cried out fearfully, but it was too late.  Her strength was
sapped.

Bruce didn't have too difficult a job to spread her shapely legs and expose the
target to Bill's advancing plunger.  He gripped her slim ankles tighter than he
needed to, leaving angry red marks on them.

Karin was not aware that she was about to be mechanically violated.  She had
heard the two men talking.  She figured out that Bill was going to finally make
her a woman.  If it hadn’t been for his anger and tone of voice, she would have
been excited about it because she had waited for six months for him to exercise
his conjugal rights.  And now he was.

She was unprepared for the sudden jab of the long hard handle into her cunt.  The
unlubricated condom irritated the sensitive tender skin in her cunt.  After
advancing about two inches, the blunted head hit her hymen.  She screamed into
the thick towel gagging her.  The pain was blinding, different than before.  This
just fucking hurt.

Bill nodded silently to Bruce, who tightened his grip on her ankles.  With a
fierce hateful yell and a twisting lunge, Bill shoved the handle forcefully into
Karin's virgin tunnel, forcing the handle of the plunger past the thin membrane
barrier.  It parted with an almost audible tearing sound.

Karin screamed into the gag in horror, almost freeing her legs from the vicious
grasp.  White hot flashes coursed through her body.  Searing, horrible pain. 
This was awful.

The handle continued in until the serial numbers on the condom covering the top
of it were hidden in her soft pussy hairs.  Bill yanked the handle out, then
jabbed the handle in, then out, then in and out twice more.  Satisfied that the
disgusting unused conjugal passage was now clear, and his precious reputation
protected, he set the toilet plunger down carefully on the basement floor.  He
wiped his shit covered hands on her heaving tits.

Bruce and Bill untied Karin's hands and let her drop heavily to the floor.  Her
rubbery legs wouldn’t support her.  They left her lying there to come to by
herself. Bill also left the bloody rubber on the handle of the stinking plunger. 
He wanted that bloody post to be the first thing that she saw.  He hoped she
realized it for what it was - her first lover.

Chapter 2

That had been two weeks ago.

Karin had crawled painfully up the stairs out of the basement, then up more
stairs to her room.  She hurt all over.  She was confused.  The next day, she was
efficiently moved to a small apartment in one of the company’s commercial
warehouses downtown.  Not an excess word was exchanged between the three of them.
 Bill had the cook had come in to her room early in the morning and pack a few of
her things while she was in the shower.  By the time she made her way out of the
bathroom, there was a pair of shorts and a halter-top laid out on the bed.  She
dressed herself in those and she left the mansion in a taxi.  She wasn’t offered
any breakfast.

The building they moved her into was in one of the older industrial sections of
town.  The apartment had it's own separate entrance via the parking garage. 
Originally it had been designed to house an on-site General Manager of a factory.
 Built in the twenties or thirties, it was big and solid.  One of the previous
owners had sealed off and isolated from the work area.  The factory was long
since abandoned, and the building was now used as an overflow storehouse for raw
materials.  The inside of the warehouse was gritty with dirt, vermin and disuse. 
The apartment, although separate, had been vacant for a long time and some of the
grime of the warehouse filtered into it.  It was dirty, smelly, and in the middle
of nowhere.  As far as she knew, Bill had intended this to be an insult to her.

She identified with the little apartment, however.  It felt like she and it
belonged together.

Just before she had closed the door to the taxi, the cook had shoved an envelope
into her hands.  She sat down and read the short, terse note inside.  She learned
that Bill had provided her a bank account.  Each week, money would be deposited
into the account automatically, provided she 'behaved herself.'  Food would be
delivered by a ‘local’ store, all she had to do was call and order.  There were
directions for her to go shopping for a suitable dress at a fancy boutique the
next week.

Bill would have been astonished had he seen his beaten wife’s expression.  Karin
was literally astonished at her new wealth and the wonderful apartment.  She had
more money now than she ever had before, and she was happy to be alone on her
own.  She sat for a long time on the dirty couch, hugging herself, laughing
joyously at her freedom.

She immediately threw herself into various diversions. Part of the first day was
spent examining the rooms, determining what needed to be done to fix up the old
apartment.  There was surprisingly little to do, other than cleaning.  It had
apparently been a luxury apartment at one time with an extra-large bath, a
beautiful rooftop patio with a hot tub, and good quality solid furniture.  But
that had been several years ago, as was obvious from the out of date fabric and
fashion of the furnishings.

Karin had plunged into what she knew best.  Hell, it was all she knew how to do. 
Housework.  She had swept and cleaned and scrubbed, put up new drapes. dusted and
swept and mopped the floors. The activity helped keep her mind occupied.  For
about a day and a half.  Then she set about re-arranging the furniture to her
liking.

During the re-arranging process, she discovered that Bill had lived in the
apartment, long ago, when he was just starting out.  This must have been one of
the first buildings to house his company’s manufacturing plant.  She discovered a
section of a diary kept by a much younger Bill.  The bound notebook had been
wedged down behind a section of a bookcase and the wall.  It had apparently
fallen down and was forgotten when he moved out.  She didn’t know at first what
it was and was about to toss it out when a clipping from an old newspaper
fluttered to the ground.

Picking up the clipping, she read it.  Her interest piqued, she leafed through
the book, looking for other information. What she found stunned her.  The diary
picked up in the middle of an involved plot, as this was just one section of a
multi-volume diary.  The more she read, the more familiar names she read, names
she had heard in the last six months. They were the names of Bill’s competitors
and clients. Some were unfamiliar.  But she got the gist of it.  In Bill’s own
writing were detailed plots he had made to destroy one of his rivals.  As far as
she could see, the only thing the rival had done was to be an honest businessman.
 There were several sneering passages about how goody-goody the bastard was.

At first, she thought the plotting had just been theories, mock rage stuff. Then,
as she read the daily entries, the chilling story unfolded. It told how, after
careful planning, Bill had set in motion a fabrication of lies and half-truths
that had wiped the man out.  The passages became savage, describing the depths to
which the man had fallen.  Bill described how the man had come to him, not
knowing it had been Bill who had planned and started the whole thing.  Bill
described how he had ‘helped’ the guy out – for a price, of course.  That price
was a partnership in the failing company.

What chilled Karin to the bone was that the old newspaper clipping was the story
of the gruesome murder-suicide of the broken man and his wife.  A couple of the
passages in the diary led her to believe it had not been a voluntary suicide, but
that someone, namely Bill, had been there to help him out of his misery.  The
same misery Bill had put him in.

The thought that Bill was that calculating, that cold, that unfeeling hit her
like a hammer.  It suddenly became very clear to her that she had to grow up,
take charge of her life.  Now, this didn’t happen like a bolt of lightning from
the sky, but the mental shift was there.  Being alone and on her own for the
first time helped.  But she also realized that she was totally unprepared for
living in a cruel world.

Such deep thoughts were frightening to her.  She tried to keep as busy as she
could during the day by exploring the blocks surrounding the apartment.  She
would walk for hours, pushing her body until the soreness from the beating was
indistinguishable from the soreness of the overworked muscles.  Gradually, she
healed.  She was even able to wear heavier blouses and shirts over her tenderized
breasts. She had been receiving a lot of cat-calls and wolf whistles on her walks
around the area.  Some of the guys were gross, but a couple of them were cute,
too.  Although she still wasn’t comfortable with all the attention blatant
sexuality, she was making tremendous strides in her level of self-confidence. 
Besides, she kind of liked turning on all those men.

She had discovered, drained, cleaned and filled the hot tub on the terrace, and
was pleasantly surprised when it ran perfectly.  It had been an exorbitant luxury
when it was installed 20-25 years ago and it had been built to last. She enjoyed
the hot soothing bubbling water often in the evenings.  It felt so decadent to be
naked in the middle of downtown and outside in the open air.  She spent hours
soaking in the bubbling water, letting the soothing currents soak away the last
of her aches and pains.  She kind of zoned out in the hot tub.  The cares of the
day and the fears of tomorrow faded away.  But eventually she had to get out of
the water.  To try to sleep.  It seemed to her that she would lay in bed all
night long as her thoughts raced forwards to her date.  She wondered what the man
would be like.  What would he ask her to do?  Could she do it?  Could she not do
it?

Then the itching would start.  It was the kind of itch she couldn't quite
scratch.  But she tried to and she would almost succeed.  She would then remember
those intense feelings she had felt in the basement at the hands of those two
sadistic brutes.  Fresh tears of humiliation would fill her eyes as she realized
just how turned on she had been at the rough treatment they had given her.  Her
cheeks would flame red with her shame, but even embarrassment could not diminish
the rising urgency of her need.

Pushing her shame aside, she focused on trying to feel that same sexual rush
again.  Her fingers blurred in between her legs in frustrated persistence as the
itch wouldn't go away and she couldn't get off.  After several frustrating
nights, she started doing things to try to get herself off. Like pinching her
nipples hard.  Like Bill had done that night that had felt soooo goood.

That stimulus worked for a while, but it wasn't enough. Something was missing. 
She started to play with some old cords from the drapes, first twisting them
around her legs, binding them tightly together.  The heat she felt in her sex
told her she was on the right track.  While her feet and legs were tied, she
fantasized about being totally controlled, totally restrained.  The idea made her
hotter and wetter between her legs.

She tried running the cords through her legs and pulling the twisted strands up
tight against her pussy.  She twisted the ends in her hands and sawed the braided
coarse rope back and forth across her clit.  She managed to cum a couple of times
that way, too, but something was still missing.

These limited excursions led to her attempting full self- bondage.  First she
would tie her ankles together and secure them to the foot of the bed with a short
rope.  She tied her knees together next.  She put another band of cords across
her calves and one around her mid-thighs. Again, the tightly tied ropes cut into
her skin, dividing her shapely pins into segments.

She would then twist a rope belt around her waist and knot it tight, squeezing in
her waspish waist.  She could then run a rope through her tightly closed thighs. 
She tied one end to the belt in the small of her back and pulled the rope in
front up tight between her cunt lips so that it pressed against her clit and her
asshole.  She didn't tie the front until later.

She had pondered what to do about her breasts, and had tried many ways to
stimulate them.  She finally came up with a way that satisfied her.  A loop of
thin cord was placed around the base of each tit, hard against her chest. She
pulled each of the loops tight as if to try to separate her tits from her chest. 
A second loop placed about midway up around each ballooning boob was tied with a
slipknot. She held the ends of those in her mouth.

She then pulled the cunt cord firmly into her pussy and tied it to the corded
belt in front.  A cord looped around the post in the headboard ended in a
slipknot to hold her hands up over her head.  By pulling the knot tight after
raising her arms over her head and slipping her hands through the slip knot, she
could close her eyes and pretend she was tied tight, thrashing around on the
over-sized canopied bed.

She would spend hours in this position at night working out her sexual
frustrations, flexing her hips to rub the cord against her magic button,
stimulating herself to orgasm after orgasm.  But there was still something
missing.  It just wasn’t complete, somehow.  She was frustrated that she had to
leave an escape route by tying a bowknot in the cord that tied her arms to the
headboard.

The only time she really got off and lost herself in the feeling of helplessness
was the time the cord holding her arms over her head twisted and got a kink in
it.  The knot stuck and there was a half-hour of panic-filled orgasmic
struggling.  She so enjoyed that time, she seriously contemplated not using an
escape route and just masturbating herself until she died of starvation.

But if she did that, she would miss her appointment with the mysterious stranger.
 And that date and that unknown man were becoming increasingly important to her. 
Call it curiosity, call it duty.  She didn't know.  All she knew was that he was
important to Bill and that Bill owed him something.  She felt no loyalty to her
faux husband anymore, but she had said she would do this.  Her word had to mean
something, right?

Added to all of the mysteriousness was one burning bit of information.  Probably
the most important one to her.  As she had left the mansion for the last time,
Bruce had maliciously pulled her aside.  With evil intent, he had instructed her
very specifically to ask the man she was going out with to do something to her. 
Something kinky. She was to ask him to tie her up and then to spank her. While
telling her to do this, Bruce had threatened her with a very large knife that had
frightened her terribly, especially because Bruce was the one holding it and she
thought he was crazy.

Bruce had intended that this information about what she was suppose to ask the
man to do to her that night would terrorize her, scare her out of her mind.  It
did just the opposite.  Those sinister instructions he had whispered to her fed
her nighttime fantasies.  She was very much looking forward to her 'date' with
the mysterious man.

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Karin shook her head to clear these thoughts.  She still stood in front of the
full-length mirror on her closet door.  She had deliberated a long time about
what she would wear tonight.  She had spent longer shopping at the exclusive
boutique.  She didn't know her mystery man’s name, or anything about him.  He was
just a blind date she was to ask to do kinky things to her.

The titillating thrill had a slight taste of fear mixed in as it swept through
her at the thought of the unknown adventure on which she was embarking.  Goose
bumps rose on her silky skin.  She watched in the mirror as the tiny bumps slowly
faded away and she shivered again.  Her perfect, silky skin covering her breasts
was clear once more.

The effects of the beating and rape by Bill and Bruce had faded on her skin, if
not in her memory.  She examined her youthful body closely.  Other than the goose
bumps that were still visible on the rosy tips of her breasts, her body was
flawless.  The bumps on her boobs made a miniature circular mountain range with
the semi-erect nipple in the center.  Her breasts rode firm and high on her
chest, the effects of age and gravity not yet evident.  Small triangular patches
of creamy white skin surrounded by a golden tan indicated the minuscule size of
her bikini top.

A similar white triangle pointed like an arrow to the secret place between her
legs.  The rest of her body was a healthy golden tan, but not a deep one.  She
did not want to have to deal with anymore wrinkles than she had to later on in
life.  She pulled on a thin black thong panty that just covered the white
triangle.  It would be her sole undergarment tonight.

Her nylon stockings gripped the tops of her shapely thighs. Her long legs were
accented by the sheen of the fabric. The distinctly feminine curves of her upper
thighs held them up with ease, with no need for garters or leg bands.

She had to honestly evaluate herself as beautiful and desirable.  This ability to
appraise herself honestly was new to her.  Her shyness was rapidly slipping away
as she turned into a woman who would make her own decisions from now on.  Why a
man had never fuck her was a mystery to her, especially as she had been married
for six months!  Her increased sexual tensions in the last two weeks heightened
her awareness of her sensuality and sex appeal.  She was going to go all out
tonight.  She wanted to be fucked, and soon.

Picking up her dress, she slipped it over her head and let it settle gracefully
over her trim body.  The dress was ivory white on top with a jet-black micro
skirt.  The fabric was translucent and filmy, like fine satin. Reaching behind
her waist, she zipped up the short zipper and fastened the single hook closure at
the top.  This pulled the close-fitting material in tight across her upper
thighs, hips, and lower abdomen.  She looked closely and could see the faint dark
outline of the black panties over her pubic patch, as well as every hair, dimple
and ripple as she moved.  The stretchy fabric molded to her like a second skin
and it would be obvious to everyone who looked exactly what she was wearing
underneath her short skirt.

There was no back to the upper part of the dress starting from the top of the
skirt.  The creamy white front panel hung loosely around her body, dangling
precariously from a pair of fragile thin spaghetti straps that tied behind her
neck.  Karin tied the straps a couple of times, adjusting the scooped neck to
hang at different levels, finally deciding on a length that allowed the front of
the dress to readily fall away from her chest.  When that happened, it exposed
her completely from her neck to her navel.  When she twirled around, the wind
would catch the sides of the dress, billowing them out to expose her magnificent
breasts from the sides.

"Well, that should give him an eye-full!" she said to no one in particular.  She
experimented with the dress, spinning around a couple of times.  "I hope he likes
it.  I know I do."

She selected a pair of high heels that accentuated her height.  The five-inch
heels pushed her to almost six and a half feet tall.  She had no idea of the
devastating impact her height would have on a short man or one of average
stature.  She only knew she looked very sexy in these heels, and she wanted to
look sexy for this mystery man. How would he know she wanted him to fuck her
senseless if she didn’t look sexy for him?

She had just thrown a sheer white shawl around her shoulders when the limo
arrived in the downstairs parking garage.  Just like his message had said.  The
note, with a white wrist corsage, had been delivered to her apartment this
morning.  There was no name, just that a driver would show for her at 6:00 sharp,
and to please be prompt.

The driver got out of the car and rang the bell.  She hurried to the elevator and
went down to meet the waiting driver.

The stoic chauffeur gave a visible start when he saw the extraordinary beauty who
stood in the open elevator.  He gave an embarrassed grin at his lapse, then bowed
formally and opened the rear door of the limo for her.  She stepped gracefully
into the luxurious passenger area and settled back into a decadently soft leather
seat.  The windows were tinted so dark, Karin imagined she could be naked and no
one outside would know.

A glass of freshly poured champagne was waiting for her on the small tray beside
her seat.  She picked it up and took a sip.  It was delicious and the bubbles
tickled her nose. She hardly noticed they had pulled away from the curb and were
on the way to meet her mysterious man.

Two glasses of bubbly later the car drove into the underground garage of a large
downtown corporate building. The driver pulled up next to a brightly-lit elevator
door.

"Top floor, Miss," said the driver, turning around.  He paused, stunned once more
by her beauty. Uncharacteristically he added, "Have a good time."

She flashed him a sincere 'Thank you' smile and stepped out of the car.

Her 5-inch heels caught her by surprise when she took her first steps.  She
stumbled slightly when one slipped off her foot.  She was not quite used to
wearing them.  The alcohol made her kind of tipsy, as well.  As she bent to
retrieve her errant shoe, she thought of the childhood fairy tale and the glass
slipper.  An uncharacteristic giggle took control of her and eased some of the
building tension in her.  Finished putting her shoe on, she stood and walked
purposefully over to the open elevator.  She stepped in, surveyed her options,
and giggled again.  No more champagne for her!

She paused and took a deep breath, clearing her head.  This was it, time to get
serious.  She pushed the top button, waving goodbye to the driver as the door
closed on her past.  She was on her way.  She wondered if Cinderella had been
this scared on her way to the ball.

Chapter 3

The elevator doors opened silently on a sumptuous boardroom that had been
converted into a ballroom.  There was music playing, performed by a live 8-piece
orchestra.  Karin was impressed.  Not that she had ever seen a room this nice
before.  She had never heard a live orchestra before.  She stood still and let
the soothing sounds steady her nerves. Several people looked up as the opening
doors announced her arrival.  She stepped out of the elevator and waited, her
hands hanging easily by her side.  This was as far as her instructions took her. 
She had not screwed it up.  That part of her was gone forever.

A well-dressed man stepped forward to meet her.  "Karin Saunders?" he asked.

"Yes, I’m Karin."

He smiled warmly at her and held out his hand.  "Welcome to the President's Ball.
 Thank you so much for coming.  My name is 'Sam Adams', and I am to be your
escort for the evening."  He continued in a conspiratorial tone, as if she were
being let in on a secret. "This is an annual event. All of the men here are
presidents of their companies."

While he was speaking to her, she tried to scope him out with a casual glance. 
What she saw started her heart racing.  Her breath came in short gasps.  She knew
her cheeks were flushing crimson and that she was now staring at him openly.  She
did manage to close her mouth before it gaped all the way open.  She felt her
nipples harden and poke through the thin fabric of the dress.  She began to
wonder if she had made a mistake about flaunting herself so openly tonight.

Sam Adams was a handsome man.  Definitely!  He looked to be about 45 years old
and tall.  He was taller than she was in her heels.  He had a strong face, rugged
features, and kind eyes that crinkled when he grinned.  She saw his eyes dance
excitedly as he looked her over as well, his gaze dwelling briefly on her exposed
nipples.  She blushed deeply again, but knew instinctively that the dress had not
been a mistake.  Tonight she would get fucked.  Finally!

His chest was broad and his waist was slim.  He obviously kept himself in top
shape and watched his diet.  She took his offered hand in hers and smiled up at
him.  His hand was smooth but strong.  It excited her to touch him, stirring her
emotions.  There were no sharp calluses or nails.  A man of wealth, but what else
had she expected?

He had been appraising her at the same time.  What he saw set his sex drive on
overload.  It was all he could do to keep from ravishing her right there on the
floor.  It had been done before at these affairs, and often.  He had seen a lot
of potential in the young girl that one time he had seen her lying by the pool. 
But this was more than he had even hoped to imagine.

She was a statuesque beauty - a vision of sexual delight and promise.  But the
was more.  There was something about the look in her eyes that kept him from
being able to catch his breath, as if she had a grip on his heart.  It was an
unaccustomed feeling for him.

Taking her wrap and giving it to the hatcheck girl, he caught his breath once
more as her gown was completely revealed to him.  It confirmed what he had only
suspected. She was totally on display for him tonight.  He was enough of a cad to
appreciate the effort she had gone to for him. He could see her nipples as they
peeked through the thin fabric of the loose top.  Her trim waist was highlighted
by the hint of her miniscule panties, and, as she walked in front of him into the
ballroom, he thought he could imagine the dark thin line of the narrow thong as
it disappeared into her ass crack.  Her tightly covered cheeks tantalized him as
they swayed back and forth.

Walking into the main area was like something out of an investment commercial,
the one where every one listens when this guy speaks.  Everyone stopped to look
at them.  The orchestra just happened to stop playing at the same time. Karin
surveyed the room.

There were several men in attendance, all of them with that certain air of
self-confidence that made them seem debonair and handsome, regardless of their
drivers license photo. They were obviously men of wealth.  There were a few other
women scattered around the room, as well.  All of the women were young and
pretty, some were beautiful, but none of them were close to Karin's class.  She
stood out not only because of her height, but because her poise and beauty set
her apart as something truly special.

Sam was gloating inside, beaming graciously outside.  He had just won the contest
for best date.  It was sophomoric, he knew, but still, it was a big deal. 
Winning that contest meant that the next President's Ball would be at his company
building.  That meant he personally would get a percentage of all of the
‘contracts’ negotiated on his premises.  It was a point of honor among the
members of the club to be truthful about the amounts of the contracts negotiated.
 The disclosure of the parties involved was another matter entirely, as the
majority of those deals were probably illegal.  But what the SEC didn’t know…

And besides all that, the pot for tonight’s best date was over $100,000 cash,
tax-free.  Sam allowed a touch of smugness to touch his gracious smile.  This
arrangement with those two queers was beginning to pay off already. And he had
yet to have his way with the guy’s wife!

Sam asked Karin to dance.  They moved around the floor effortlessly.  They fit
together perfectly, and they danced as if they had danced a thousand times
before.  The first time he twirled her, his pupils widened at the peep show
presented to him by the billowing dress.

She saw his eyes glitter when his gaze dropped to her tits. She smiled happily up
at him.  He liked her!

He saw that she had caught him looking at her chest and grinned sheepishly.  It
wasn't often that a woman – just a girl, actually - could make him feel like a
bumbling teenager again.

She saw his chagrined look and leaned her head against his chest with a sigh. 
She felt so safe with him.  Sam.  Sam Adams.  It was a good name.  One she would
remember for a long time.  They continued dancing and then he dipped her. The
twin perky nipples of her breasts floated on globes of spongy flesh, slipping out
from under the edge of the fabric.  It looked like they winked up at him.  He
couldn't resist the tempting treat they offered.  He bent his head and kissed
each one lightly before raising her back upright.

She giggled, her heart pounding.  Her head was spinning, thrilled at the illicit
sensations he had given her.  She hugged herself to him tightly.

"Oh, Sam!  That tickled!"  It was clear she wanted him to do it some more.

He grinned to himself and lowered his hand to stroke her ass.  His hand
automatically molded to the rounded shape of her cheeks and squeezed firmly. 
After kissing her exposed nipples, he felt more in control of the situation.  He
was back in command, something he was used to.  Still, her mere presence in his
arms sent a thrill through him he had not felt in years, if ever.  His swollen
cock dug into her stomach as they continued to dance, holding each other tight.

She felt his hard flesh rubbing up against her body and moaned.  She took every
opportunity to grind her throbbing pussy into his thigh.  She was going to cum
soon.  She was suddenly frightened, wondering if perhaps that type of lewd
display would displease him.  She grit her teeth and held on to him tighter.  Her
hot moist breath saturated his starched white shirt.

He seemed to read her mind as to the perilous closeness of her climax.  He
casually danced her over to a table and they sat down.  Her breathing slowly
calmed down, and she smiled her thanks to him with her clear blue eyes.  Sam sat
silently, entranced with this young girl, drinking in her beauty and grace and
the raw sexual aura she exuded.

Within minutes of them sitting down, one of the other gentlemen approached their
table and asked her to dance with him.  She immediately looked up at Sam,
silently looking to him for direction, for what he wished her to do. He seemed
somehow pleased at her actions.  He nodded that it was ‘OK’.

She danced with that first gentleman and with most of the other men in the room,
as well.  Maybe all of them, she wasn't sure.  She only knew that she hardly sat
down at all for a long time.  Some of her partners were shorter and stared
straight at her boobs the entire time they danced. Others were as tall or taller
than Sam.  To a man, they danced with her respectfully without groping, but each
one twirled her around or dipped her, somehow managing to catch a close-up view
of her magnificent unfettered breasts.

It was after she had danced with Thomas Jefferson and George Washington, among
others, that Karin finally figured out that the men at the dance were using false
names.  Why they were doing this, she didn’t know.  She also wondered casually
who 'Sam Adams' really was, but strangely, it didn’t concern her a whole lot. 
She was certain he would reveal himself to her when he was ready.  She didn’t
seem overly concerned that she could not identify the building she was in, nor
could she identify by name a single individual at the dance.  There was no sense
that she was in danger and it didn’t enter her thoughts at all.

After each dance, each with a different partner, she returned to Sam and sat
beside him.  Almost immediately, another club member would ask her to dance. 
Each time, she would look up to Sam for his permission.  He smiled his approval
at her behavior and deference to him.  His approval pleased her beyond anything
she had felt before. This stranger she had not known for more than two hours was
making her feel as she had never felt.  She honestly felt she would do anything
to please him.  She knew she could not mess up with him.  That he approved of
her.  He was a magical man, this Sam Adams, whoever he was and Karin felt like
she was in a fairy tale.

Finally, as if by a signal, no one else asked her to dance. Sam indicated for her
to sit in the seat beside him and she sat down, waiting expectantly.  When
nothing happened after a couple of minutes, she snuggled into Sam’s side,
relaxing.  It felt good to get off her feet for a while. Just being next to him
was turning her on again, though, and she squirmed impatiently in her chair.

They sat and watched the others dancing by.  Sam seemed content to have her sit
silently beside him for now.  The dancing she had done with the other gentlemen
had warmed her up.  Rivulets of sweat dripped down her chest making the thin
fabric cling to her skin and appear transparent. Her tits were proudly on display
for everyone to see. Everyone who passed their table looked appreciatively at her
near naked beauty.

Still impatient, she decided to go for it.  She didn't know how to ask him to
spank her and she just jumped in.  "I haven't been too naughty tonight, have I?"
she asked coyly.

"Well, Karin, let’s see now.  If you had been naughty, I would have to spank you,
wouldn't I?" he answered teasingly.

Her heart jumped to her throat.  There!  It was out in the open.  Oh, please,
God.  Please!  She turned in her chair, facing him.  Slowly and deliberately, she
leaned forward slightly and thrust out her chest while shimmying her shoulders,
exposing herself to him alone.  "Is this naughty?" she asked him innocently.  She
shimmied her shoulders again so that her breasts jiggled invitingly. The blatant
movement of her tits made her blush becomingly. She had never acted so brazen in
her entire life.

"I'd say it was very naughty, wouldn't you?" he murmured to her, not taking his
eyes off her bobbing breasts for one instant.  With the index finger of each
hand, he caught the edges of the front panel of her dress and pulled it towards
him.  The fabric pulled away from her body, and from his point of view, she was
exposed from her neck to her navel.

"Oh my!  Yes, I’m afraid so." she said quietly.  "I’ve never done anything like
this before.  You make me want to do the most naughty things.”  Her voice got
quiet.  “Does that mean you're going to spank me now?"

Sam wasn’t sure if she was anxious to be spanked, or afraid.  "Yes, I’m going to
spank you...”

She gasped as a small, but definite orgasm rippled through her body.  Sam noticed
and smiled to himself.  She was perfect.

“...but not now.  Later."

"Oooohhhhh, yyyeess," she sighed.  "Will it be hard?" Still in the quiet voice. 
Sam decided it must be wistful.

"Yes, it will be hard.  And long."

"Oooohhhhh, YYEESS," came her quiet answer.  She was wet and ready for him now. 
Right there.  On the floor.  She didn’t care.

Sam stood and took her hand.  She stood up obediently and he led her out onto the
dance floor.  As they began dancing, he took her hands in his, kissed the palms
of each and then placed them behind her neck.  She quivered with excitement at
this strange posture he wanted her in.  Her excitement inflamed his lust, making
the front of his pants bulge with promise.  He nudged and encouraged his pupil
until she inter-laced her fingers behind her neck and spread her elbows wide, a
quizzical, hopeful look on her face.

Smiling reassuringly at her, he moved in closely to her offered body and held her
close to his own.  He could feel her pulsating tension.  When she started to move
her hands down, he pinched her firmly on her buttock.  She gasped at the sudden
pain, winced and then, with his encouragement, raised her hands back to the
position he wanted them in. She looked up at him with a hurt wonderment in her
eyes. Karin was not used to having someone else dictate anything to her.  She was
experiencing the first glorious feelings of total surrender to another’s will. 
She drank it down as if she was dying of thirst.

With her hands remaining clasped behind her neck, Sam began to take liberties
with her luscious body right there on the dance floor.  He brazenly slipped his
hands up under the front panel of her dress and possessively cupped her a
succulent breast in each of his large hands.  They fit nicely over the curved
orbs, but there was still plenty left over.

He began to tease and torment the dazed woman.  Her breathing became even more
ragged and she began to loose her balance.  He grinned knowingly, placed his arm
around her tiny waist, and pulled her lower torso against his lower body.  He
made her lean back slightly to give him easier access to her tits.  She willingly
complied.  She was literally falling into him as they swayed softly to the
sensual music.

Rolling her stiff nipples softly between his fingers, he watched her reactions. 
Gasping slightly, she gazed up into his eyes but didn't flinch or pull away.  Her
shallow breathing became more rapid.  Excited little mewls and moans escaped from
her throat, music to his ears.  The blood rose up from her throat into her neck
and then her cheeks.  She was not embarrassed, just excited.  A slow smile
twitched at the corners of her lips.

"Am I naughty to let you do this to me? she asked him teasingly.

"Very naughty," he said in mock seriousness.  "I'm going to have to punish you
really hard."  He roughly twisted her nipples back and forth, pulling them
outwards slightly for emphasis.

"Oh, oh oh OH OH OH OH OH!"  Her eyes took on a slightly defocus look and she
shuddered, leaning all of her weight against him for support.

He continued to gently roll her nipples throughout her orgasm to stimulate her as
much as possible.  As she came back to her senses, he pulled her into his chest. 
She relaxed into him and smiled up at him.

"Thank you, Sam."  She lifted her lips up to his face for a kiss.

He complied.  "That was just the beginning, kid.  Just the beginning."

They continued to dance for a while, his hands a constant source of arousal.  She
drifted along in his arms, felling no embarrassment at what he did to her or at
what he exposed to the others watching.  For her the others didn’t exist.  Only
Sam.  Her Sam.  For their part, the other club members sat and enjoyed the show. 
They had all seen it before, but still, they appreciated the skill of ‘Sam’ and
the beauty of the innocent girl.  The other women who were present were engaged
in similar activities as Karin.  Some had had more of an idea of what would be
expected and were actively satisfying their partners.  One or two had resisted
the blatant advances and had been restrained and forced to comply.  The coercion
of the women bothered some, but the anonymity provided by the event allowed them
to rationalize that their reputations, if not their consciences, were clear.

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Back in the isolated apartment, he danced with her again. Sam had selected some
music while Karin was in the bathroom freshening up.  Actually, she was shaking
so much with sexual frustration and excitement she could barely pee. Sam had
turned off all the lights but one overhead spotlight.  This light was now turned
to create a circle of light in the center of the floor.  The rest of the room was
in deep shadows.

She had finally gathered back together a semblance of composure, but then lost it
when she stepped into the dramatically lit living room.  All she could see on him
were his two hands and forearms where they intersected the circle of light,
inviting her into the circle.  She tried not to seem to eager as she walked into
the light and felt his arms around her once more.  Her heart felt like it was in
her throat and she had to fight to take a breath.

When Sam finally felt the tension began to ease from her body, he began to move
her around, always keeping her centered in the light.  She had thought he was
bold in the ballroom, but here he really let loose.  Her hands were placed back
behind her neck again.  This time he held them there, adding an extra dash of
spice.  Using them as a grip, he pulled her face up to his.  Kissing her gently
and tenderly, he tasted her lips and eyes.  The salty taste of her tears
intrigued him, but he saw they were tears of joy. There was no hesitation, no
pulling back from him or his advances.  In fact, it seemed that she rushed to
meet his lips and fingers as they violated her.  His kisses became more insistent
until their tongues were thickly entwined. Both of them were breathing hard,
their feet moving only slightly.

He pulled back a bit and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.  She closed her
eyes in sheer pleasure.  They were dancing close.  It was a dream, a fairy tale.

Sam reached down with one hand and fingered her butt after pulling the hem of her
dress up to expose it.  She giggled at his touch on her bare ass and moved the
firm flesh lewdly up and down under his wandering finger.

Not satisfied to be passive, she experimentally rubbed his crotch with her thigh,
teasing him as he had been teasing her all night long.  She felt his hardness
move back and forth in his slacks.  He groaned slightly, but did nothing to stop
her.  She grinned up at his reddened face, his mouth open, panting.  She pressed
harder against his erection and felt him shudder.

"Now you’ve done it!  You've been a naughty girl tonight, Karin," he said to her.

"Oh, really?”

“Yes, you have.  I'm going to have to punish you for being so naughty."

"Oooh.  How are you going to punish me?”  Karin and Sam were nose to nose,
speaking softly to each other.  She saw he was pleased when she played the role
of an innocent little girl, asking him naïve questions in a tiny voice. It
excited her, too, to let him explain in detail what would have.  Kind of like a
verbal foreplay.

“Well, normally little girls who are as naughty as you have been get spanked. 
I’m inclined to agree.”

She continued the game.  “Are you going to spank me hard?”

He nodded seriously.  "Yes.  It wouldn’t be much of a spanking if it weren’t
hard, now, would it?”  He fondled her bottom, still bare from his earlier
groping.  “I much prefer to give spankings on the bare bottom, too.”

“Oh, Sir!  If you do that, spank me on my bare bottom, you may have to tie my
hands."  She looked down shyly.  “I, uh, I don’t know if I could keep them still.
 You would help me, wouldn’t you?”  She glanced back up to see a happy man.

“Yes, Karin, I think I may be able to help you."  He cleared his throat.  Games
were fine, but there was business to attend to.  “Enough of this.”

He eased her hands down to her sides.  Kissing her gently on the lips he said,
"Dance for me, Karin."  He sat down and made himself comfortable.  "Be naughty. 
Be very naughty for me."

The music was still playing softly in the background. Karin stood in a brilliant
pool of light in the center of a darkened room.  Slowly, she began to sway to the
sensuous music Sam had put on.  She stood in one spot on the floor and let the
erotic sounds ease through her limber body. The straps of her dress came loose
with a jerk on one end. The small thin strands slithered off her shoulders and
down to her breasts.

Only her erect nipples and his imagination held up the top of the dress.

Karin pirouetted suddenly in perfect time to the music.  As she turned, the
fabric flowed away from her body, revealing her upper body to him completely. 
She brought her hands up to cup her tits and began to caress herself.  She
pretended these were his hands and let herself go as she made love to herself for
him alone.  She wanted to arouse him, inflame him, to incite him to do all kinds
of wicked, wonderful and terrible things to her.  She wanted to push him to go
beyond his limits, to fulfill himself by using her body.

She fingered her nipples, pinching them between her long fingernails.  Her
elongated buttons were tortured and tantalized by the nails, finally being
stretched and pulled out as far as she could pull them.  Her tiny hands copied
the things his hands had done to her, arousing her, teasing, and tormenting until
she shuddered with her release of erotic tension.

She slowly eased the zipper of the dress down the crack of her ass.  With a sexy
shimmy, the dress fell in a little heap on the floor.  Her hands found their way
underneath her panties to her cunt.  Her legs spread slightly and she eased one
slender finger down along her dripping slit.  Her breath came in short gasps as
she went straight for her throbbing clit.

Standing up, Sam stopped her before she push herself over the edge for her second
climax.  "I think that's enough for right now."

She threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his neck.

"Are you really going to spank me, Sam?"  she asked him. There was more than a
little anxiety in her voice.  Games were one thing, this was real.

"Yes"

"Hard?"

"Yes"

She held him tighter, not daring to ask the next question.

"Sam?"

"What?"

"Are you going to fuck me afterwards?"

He paused at the question.  He knew he was going to, but he suddenly wanted this
to be mutual.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes," she said softly, without hesitation.

"Should I fuck you hard?" he teased.

"And long, too," she quipped back, her anxiety gone, lifted by his calm and
controlled demeanor.  He would not hurt her in a frenzy.  Then seriously,
"Please, Sam?  Please?"

"Yes."

He pulled off his tie, took her wrists and held them firmly behind her back.  She
squirmed against him, but didn't resist.  He looped the tie around her wrists,
pulled the silk tight and knotted it firmly.  She groaned and kissed him deeply.

"It's OK if you hurt me.  I can take it."  The barely audible words were
whispered directly into his ear.  The shakiness in her voice belied her brave
words.

Her eagerness to please him stirred something within him he had not felt before. 
He moved his hands down over her buttocks, marveling at the smooth silkiness of
her firm skin.  He squeezed tightly in answer to her question, as he did not
trust his own voice at the moment.

Moving his hands up, he took her by her shoulders and turned her around to face
away from him.  His hands moved caressingly down her smooth back, bumping along
each vertebra on the way down to her ass.  She wiggled her hips impatiently as
she shivered at the tickling sensations of his hands.  He slapped her ass cheeks
lightly to make her stand still.  That brought a giggle from her.  His hands
continued their exploration down along each leg and back up between them to end
at her sopping pussy.  He stepped back.

She stood there, an living statue of perfect nakedness, hands tied behind her
back, wearing only a tiny pair of black thong panties that just covered her puffy
lips, thigh high stockings and high heels.  A small drop of glistening moisture
creeping down the side of her inner thigh indicated her arousal.

He smiled.  He enjoyed the view of her from the rear.  He imagined what her
smooth silky ass would look like shortly, after he had reddened it with his hand
and his belt.  The mental image of her crimson cheeks was suddenly so real, he
could feel the heat from it in his hands already.  Stepping up close behind her,
he reached around her and took a pliant tit in each hand.  Slowly, he began
kneading the firm fleshy mounds, increasing the pressure until she gasped from
the arousal and pleasurable pain he was bringing her.

He bent his head and grabbed her ear lobe with his teeth. A sharp bite brought a
groan of pleasure from her core.  He grinned and knew she would take a hard
beating and love it.

Her nipples, already aroused, hardened and stiffened with the continued
manipulation of her tits.  He grabbed them between his first finger and thumb and
rolled them around. She sagged back into him, her hands tied behind her trapped
in between their bodies.  Her lithe fingers scrabbled into his crotch, seeking
his cock.  He teased her and shifted his body, reluctantly moving his throbbing
prick away from her grasp.  Just another indication of who was in charge.

Karin turned her head and captured his mouth with hers.  He allowed her this
victory.  Soon she would have no more opportunity.  Soon.

Her tongue probed his mouth, tasting his arousal, telegraphing her own to him. 
He dueled with her tongue, following it back into her mouth.  As his tongue
plunged into her oral cavity, he tweaked her swollen nipples savagely.  She
responded by sucking his tongue like a small cock.  He moved back up behind her
and allowed her hands to caress his swollen member.

She frantically managed to get the zipper on his pants down and free him.  The
pre-come on the tip got on her hands, lubricating them.  She formed a warm tunnel
with her clasped hands and he began to lightly fuck in and out.

"YYYES," she groaned.

"I think you're ready for your punishment."

"Please, not too hard."

"I think you want it hard, don't you?  You like it hard, don't you."

"No, no, please..."  She hesitated.  She was afraid to tell him, afraid not to. 
She went for it.  “I-I-I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.”  She started
to break down. “I’m sorry if I disappoint you.”

"Well, well, well.  I thought as much.”

She looked back up over her shoulder at him, fear, hope and lust all evident in
her teary eyes.

He continued speaking softly to her.  “Thank you for telling me the truth.  You
will not disappoint me.  But although this is your first time, I will not hold
back.  I will take you as far as I think you can go, push you to the edge.  I
don’t know where that is, yet, but we'll see, my love, won't we."

That said, he pulled a wooden chair into the circle of light.  He took her elbow,
and pulled her over to the straight-backed chair.  Before sitting down, he
quietly pulled off his belt.  She didn't see this, as he had turned her and bent
her over slightly so he could admire the way her firm ass stretched tight.  The
black fabric of her thong created a stark contrast against the creamy smooth skin
of her buttocks.  He ran his hands lightly over those soon to be heated cheeks,
and he maneuvered her so she ended up lying over his legs.  She groaned at his
light caresses.

"Count," he commanded.

She gave a small whimper as his hand continued to explore her ass, becoming more
assertive as it ventured over and into her most private areas.  Her legs spread
slightly, allowing him easier access.  He ran a finger lightly up the crack of
her ass, stopping to gently probe at the tight ring of her anus.  A sharp intake
of air told him this was probably a virgin hole, at least for now.

Drawing his thick fingers lower, he dipped lightly into her wet slit.  Her
copious fluids were tangible evidence of her arousal at being bound and of her
reaction to the anticipated pain.  He spread the swollen ruby lips and looked at
the pinkish glistening flower of her femininity. At the lower apex, he could just
make out the knobby sentinel of her clit.  Poking at it with his finger brought
an immediate squirming response from her and a swelling of pride from the
sentinel.  Grasping at the prideful knob with his fingers, he rolled it gently
around.

"OH OH OH OH!!!  I'm going to cum, don't stop, don't stop, oh, Please please 
please."

He quickly pulled his hand up and brought it down sharply on her right ass cheek.

"AAAAAWWWWW," she screamed, shuddering as she came.

Another sharp slap on her left cheek produced another wail of sensuous anguish.

He reinserted his still damp finger into her twat, beginning a slow in and out
motion.  Her body responded by humping desperately back on his hand, trying to
get as much contact and penetration as possible.  This motion also caused her hip
to rub over his bare prick, making it swell to even greater proportions.

Sensing his throbbing organ under her hips, she began to wildly wiggle her hips
up against him and around his lap until she had maneuvered the mushroom shaped
head of his prick to slide under her thigh and lodge against her clit. Only the
thin fabric of her panties blocked his entry into her tunnel.  A low animalistic
growl came from deep in her throat as she settled her cunt down firmly against
this magnificent intruder.

Wryly smiling at such aggressive behavior from a submissive, he continued to
alternatively spank and probe her for a long time.  Her ass cheeks began to glow
a charming rose color with areas of deeper redness.  After that first climax,
Karin remained balanced just on the edge of another orgasm, the tension building
up inside her body.

Slipping his fingers under the thin band at the waist of her panties, he pulled
the thong up tight against her ass hole and deep into her slit.  She moaned her
approval of this new pressure.  Steeling himself, he gave the panties a hard
yank, ripping the flimsy garment from her loins. Bucking his hips, he maneuvered
his cock up against the opening of her cunt.  Her excited movements caused him an
exquisite feeling as he nudged the head of his cock into her cunt.

Reaching down to the floor beside him, he picked up the belt he had dropped there
earlier.  Judging the time was right and that her ass was well conditioned to
accept this greater level of punishment, he swung his hand up and then down,
catching her across the taut part of her ass with the doubled up belt.

There was a sudden whoosh of air and then silence as her brain tried to make
sense of the confusing signals it was receiving.  Gradually, he felt a slight
shaking build up inside her body, much like an epileptic seizure. Accompanying
this shaking was a high keening sound.  Not a scream, but more like steam
escaping.

"OOOOHHHH SSSSHHHIIIIIIIIT. I'M CUMING   I'M CUUUUUUUMING AGAIN, OH FUCK."

Her cunt gripped his partially buried prick, squeezing the head in a velvet glove
of indescribable tightness.  Seizing the moment, he raised his hand and delivered
another sharp blow to her ass.  Again and again, he swatted her ass with the
belt, concentrating on the fleshy part that jiggled after each hard blow.  Then
he began to swat her lower down, bringing his hand up from underneath to catch
her at the juncture of her thighs and ass.  This brought the belt into direct
contact with her aching cunt and asshole.

Throughout this beating she continued to scream and shake. One orgasm rolled into
the next one for several minutes, each one greater than the last.  Her hips
pistoned and humped up and down on his meat, hungry for more and more of him in
her.  The pain in her ass was intense, but it only increased the pleasure she was
feeling.

As the belt continued to caress her cunt and asshole, painting a deep red color,
a sudden burst of bright light filled her head.  Something snapped in her mind. 
All resistance to Sam and the wondrous pain they were sharing was swept away as
was her fear.  She knew this was the element that had been missing before, this
bondage and pain or discipline was what she craved.  There was a second burst of
light, and she lost all sanity, sliding softly down into a single dimension
existence.  She only felt. She focused on the sensations.  His next stroke landed
right on top of her pulsating vaginal lips, causing her to arch her back, bowing
her body across his lap.  The only point of contact between them his cock
partially buried in her cunt.

Collapsing from her fantastic spasm, she fell limp across his legs.  Amazed at
her reaction to his belt, he gently palmed her ass with one hand, soothing the
burning in those now fiery red orbs.  Taking advantage of her relaxed state, he
moved his other hand around and inserted his thumb into her sopping cunt. 
Rubbing up against his still inserted prick, he thoroughly moistened his thumb up
to the second knuckle.  Then, using her own juices as lubrication, he firmly
pushed his fat thumb into her now unresisting anal ring.  With a soft plop and
without even a groan from her, he worked his thumb all the way up into her dark
recesses.

He continued to soothingly rub her ass with his hand as he twisted his thumb
around in her rectum.  Flexing the thumb brought a stirring from her as she
pushed her ass back up against his hand.  She felt strangely filled with the
intrusion into her ass.  She had never taken anything up her ass, not even her
own fingers.  Now this thumb had her aching for something more and bigger up her
shit chute. Maybe it was his spanking of her ass that had aroused these feelings
within her.

She continued to push back onto his thumb, seeking both the filling of her ass
and the comfort of the soothing rubbing. This movement allowed his cock to escape
the tight confines of her cunt.  With a cry of emptiness, she continued to move
back.  Because of his thumb up her butt, she didn't go to her knees, but moved
back until she was standing bent over at the waist beside his chair.  Her hands
were still tied behind her back.

As she slid back, his cock rubbed first along her stomach and then moved up
between her swollen and sensitive tits towards her chin.  Finally, she was
staring at his ruddy tool.  She had never contemplated sucking on a man’s penis,
but when she saw it winking at her, she had to have it inside her.  She opened
her mouth wide and awkwardly lunged at the wobbling shaft.

After a couple of tries, she was able to capture his cock in her mouth.  Without
hesitation she plunged down on that long hard cock.  The helmeted head bumped
into the back of her throat.  She savored the feel of his hardness filling her
oral cavity before she moved her head down more, sliding this wonderful hardness
smoothly down her gullet. The tightness of her throat was intensified when she
began sucking on the root of his organ.  Once she was totally full of his cock,
she slowly lifted her head off his prick, keeping the suction high the whole way
up to the flared rim on the head.

To Sam it felt like his prick was being gripped and pulled by a velvet sleeve. 
Up and down she moved her head, fucking his meat to the root on each stroke.  He
put his free hand on the back of her head and tangled her hair in his strong
fingers.  He didn’t regulate her movements except to keep her from coming all the
way off his cock like she had the first time.  He wanted her mouth on his meat
the whole time.  Slowly she built up her pace until she matched the rhythm of the
thrusts of his thumb into her ass.

As the cock-sucking beauty ground her ass into his thumb, he took his hand from
the back of her head and reached down under her.  There he grabbed one of her
swaying tits.  With a fierceness that bordered on cruelty, he squeezed and
twisted the firm mound, leaving deep red finger marks in the soft flesh.  Then he
sharply swatted at one of the hanging globes, knocking it into the other.

She responded by increasing her sucking.  Her tongue teased and licked along the
bottom and sides of his huge manhood. As she continued her efforts, he suddenly
tensed.  She felt his penis swell larger yet.  With a deep groan, he began to
bathe her tonsils with cum.  Simultaneously, his rough manipulation of her tits
and his thumb up her bunghole brought her to another electrifying orgasmic spasm.

Slowly recovering from their mutual climax, he pulled his thumb from her ass. 
Her knees buckled and she collapsed into a heap beside his chair, his deflating
cock still locked between her soft lips.  In her awkward position, her swollen
tits were pressed tightly against the sharp edge of the seat of the chair,
bringing her titillating discomfort. She didn’t complain.  His hand rested
against the back of her head, slowly stroking her fine golden hair.

Sam’s head was thrown back and he was breathing heavily through his open mouth. 
The raw force of his orgasm had surprised him.  He was also surprised by the
stiffness remaining in his cock.  Normally, once done, he would quickly deflate. 
But this kneeling beauty was still sucking on a half erect cock.  Though she was
obviously a novice at this, she brought an enthusiasm and willingness to her task
that he found incredibly stimulating.  He rested him chin on his chest as he
watched her labor over him.  This kid was incredible.  He was beginning to grow
hard again.

Using her hair as a grip, he pulled her head up to better position her mouth over
his prick.  He began giving her quiet instructions, how to use her lips and
tongue, to lick his balls, then suck them in and mouth them gently.  He scooted
forwards on the chair, giving her access to his anus.  When he instructed her,
she licked him there without hesitation, rimming his tight sphincter with her
dainty tongue.  Then back to his hot meat.

Groaning with a mixture of lust and exhaustion, she worked her mouth around and
around his growing slab.  She shuddered with palpable lust as she imagined that
hard slab of muscle shoving in and out of her unused cunt, or maybe even back
there.  The thought of doing something so nasty as that sent a delicious thrill
through her.  With renewed effort, she sucked on him harder.  With a grunt of
disbelief from her date, a sudden thickening of his cock preceded a fountain of
salty cream that spurt-spurt-spurt- spurt into her mouth as a reward for her
valiant efforts. She swallowed her second cum shake ever, and loved it.

Chapter 4

They both were still for a while, recuperating from the intensity of the initial
orgasms.  But there was a long night ahead of them.  He still had a lot of
frustrations to work out.  Jerking Karin’s hungry mouth up off his prick by her
long blonde hair, Sam stood up suddenly.  Without his solid prick for support,
she collapsed in a lovely heap on the floor.  Even as she oozed over onto her
side, she was graceful and alluring.  He gazed at her loveliness for a moment,
marveling once more at her beauty.

Then, leaning over her, he reached down and helped her to her shaky feet.  She
still had on the dark thigh-high stockings and her high heels.  She swayed
unsteadily back and forth, finally leaning heavily into him, resting her head on
his broad chest.  They stayed like that for several moments, he smelling the
delicate fragrance of her hair, she listening to the steady beat of his heart.

They could have ended the kinky activities right then and just gone into her
bedroom and fucked the rest the night and into the next day.  Or into the next
week.  He had no doubt he would be able to rise to the occasion repeatedly with
this incredible woman simply because she was lying beside him.  He had cum in her
mouth twice, and more importantly, he had stilled the most urgent of the dark
desires.  The urges surged up within him without warning, as they had when he had
spied her by the pool those many weeks ago.  They could only be still by the
little sex games they had played so far this evening.

Contrary to Bruce’s opinion, he was not a mean bastard.  He did not hurt women
just to cause pain.  In fact, every woman he had ever tied up, spanked, or
whipped knew exactly what was going to happen before it happened and each one had
the opportunity to refuse.  Very few ever had refused him.  A very young Sam had
learned from an older lover that pain, for some women, could enhance their sexual
enjoyment. This wizened lover had taught him to watch for the signs of a woman’s
arousal and of other signs when her limits were reached.  Since they had gone
their separate ways, he had learned of other signs that told of a limit that
could be stretched, or of a desire for more.

This vixen he had secured for tonight had no limits he could detect.  She incited
his bloodlust as no partner ever had before.  He wanted to push her, to find the
edges that defined this creature.  He wanted to give her as much pleasure – and
pain – as she could bear.  From his past experiences, he knew this Karin Saunders
was a rare find.

Moving her off his chest and into the crook of his strong right arm to hold her
up, he led her over to a heavy leather upholstered chair he had positioned in
another part of the room.  He turned her to face away from him and then moved
carefully forward, forcing her to move with him until the arm of the chair
pressed into the front of her thighs. He pushed on her smooth shoulders and bent
her over the arm of the chair.  This put her ass at just the right height for
ramming his cock in either of the orifices she offered up in that position.  He
told her to stay still, not to move.

He walked over to the wall and flipped two light switches. The first plunged the
room into darkness, turning out the single spotlight.  The second turned on a
spotlight he had adjusted to illuminate the heavy leather chair.  The lighting
was dramatic, but so much stimulation came from the visual senses.

He stepped back to her and admired her standing there, bent over the chair.  He
ran his hand over the still glowing cheeks of her smooth ass.  If he had read
about this in a story in a sex newsgroup, he wouldn’t have believed it was
realistic, but the fact was he was getting hard again. This was highly unusual
for him.  Hell, it was unusual for any male outside of erotic fiction.

Taking advantage of her obedience at holding her pose, he finished undressing. 
He stopped to admire and touch lightly the beauty before him twice more before he
was completely nude.  Bent over the arm of the chair, her large tits were mashed
into the rough leather upholstery of the seat.  Her feet were spread wide at his
insistence, opening her up, inviting him to plunder her treasures that she
willingly exposed to his view.  Her hands, still bound, pressed into the small of
her back.  Her head was turned to the side, allowing her to breathe.  Her eyes
were closed tightly in anticipation of his next action.

Padding barefoot into the kitchen, he quickly found three dishtowels neatly
folded in a cupboard.  Returning to the form bent over the chair, he tied one
trim ankle to back leg of the heavy chair with one of the small towels. Spreading
her legs about 6 inches wider than they were, he then secured the other ankle to
the front leg of the chair.

He met with no resistance from her during all of this.  She complied with his
slightest indication or touch.  When he wanted her to move her foot, all it took
was the slightest pressure in the direction he wished her to move.  He ran his
hands up the outside of her legs, lingering over the soft curves, marveling at
their firmness and tone.

He paused again when his hands reached her hips.  He could still feel the heat
radiating from her pink cheeks.  He traced with his fingertip the criss-crossed
lines the leather belt had left on her unblemished skin.  He noticed there were
no marks from prior beatings or spankings. Usually, some untrained dominant would
get too excited, swing too hard, and break the skin.  It always left a small
mark, sometimes imperceptible.

He looked closer, his grazing fingertip following and caressing the areas
examined by his eyes.  When he had examined her ass, he kneeled down and examined
the backs of her thighs, knees and calves.  The skin in this area was so soft and
could be pulled tight by being bent over, as she was now.  It could easily be
damaged if one was not extremely careful.  Again he found no marks.  His
excitement at the prospect of truly having a novice was building.  That would be
just too good to be true.  It was a special thrill – as well as a privilege and
tremendous responsibility – to break in a novice.  He stood up and moved behind
her to continue his examination of her arched back.  He leaned over her, pressing
his swelling cock into the crack of her taut ass.  This exam also revealed no
marks or scars.  It was truly amazing.

He kneeled down in front of the chair and caressed her mussed hair.  She moved
her head to facilitate, turning her face towards him.  She lazily opened her eyes
and slowly focused on his face.  She had felt it in his caresses, now she could
see the blazing excitement in his eyes.  But there was more there, too.  There
was a battle with a darkness waging within him.  He needed to exorcise that
darkness, or learn to control it, before it completely took him over.  Before he
could speak, she simply said, “More? Please?”

He leaned over and gently kissed her sweaty cheek.  He took the third towel and
gagged her securely.  She opened her mouth at his command and he filled it with
the knot he had tied in the center of the towel.  It took some shoving but it was
finally behind her teeth.  Without being told she turned her head away from him
and pointed her chin down so he could tie the towel firmly behind her neck.  He
swept her hair up off her neck and tied the two ends of the towel tightly.  His
fingers lingered over the soft hairs at the back of her neck.  She was so frail,
so fragile, so trusting.  He almost stopped as he toyed with those fine hairs,
but steeled himself to play out at least the rest of the night.  Let tomorrow
take care of tomorrow.  He shook himself.  He was already thinking of tomorrow,
the future. This was some scary bitch!

Finally, he untied her hands and retied them together in front of her, extended
over her head.  Using the long free end of his tie, he pulled her hands and arms
up and over the other arm of the chair.  He fastened the tie to the front leg of
the chair.  Tying her arms like that levered her head up and brought her torso
parallel to the seat cushion.  Her tits lifted up off the leather seat cushion.
They swung freely, the sensitive nipples just grazing the coarse leather, sending
waves of pleasure coursing through her body.  Each wave ended at her cunt.

He kneeled down in front of the chair again.  She turned her head to look at him.
 Her eyes were shining brightly. His long and tender examination of her ass,
thighs and back had aroused her to a fever pitch.  She was ready to explode at
his first touch.

"Are you ready for your real punishment now, Karin?"  His voice was steady,
betraying his intense arousal.

She nodded hesitantly, unsure what he meant by her ‘real’ punishment.  She had
thought the spanking she had just received was real enough.  But she was willing
to trust this handsome stranger.  Besides, she wasn’t really in a position to
object.

"Are you sure, Karin?  If you’ve had enough, we can stop." He had thought he
detected a bit of hesitation.  Best to be sure.

She gave him a confirming nod, no hesitation this time.

Returning to the straight-backed wooden chair he used originally, he retrieved
his belt.  As he slowly walked back to the trussed woman, he admired once more
the perfect curves of this woman.  She was tensed, eager for him to continue, to
vent his rage on her virgin flesh.

Swinging the belt back, he brought the smooth leather hide forcefully into
contact with her right thigh, just above the back of the knee.  Her eyes flew
open with the unexpectedness of this sudden and very painful attack.  The
non-sexual pain seared up her leg, past her cunt and drove deep into her belly,
forming a knot she couldn’t breathe around.  She felt as if she would vomit from
the intensity of the pain.  The next stroke was placed just above the last.  She
began thrashing about in panic, fear and her natural flight instinct eradicating
all vestiges of sensual pleasure from her body.

Her gag kept her constant screaming to a quiet murmur.  He ignored her panicked
jerking and worked up her right thigh until the hard, fast blows were just below
her cunt lips. The pain so close to her sexual core began to arouse her again. 
Groaning in disbelief at her body’s betrayal of her once again, she rolled her
hips sensuously, rubbing her mound against the arm of the chair, seeking
additional stimulation for her trembling clit.

Just as she was about to leap into a tremendous cum, he began on the other leg,
starting just above her knee, working the lashes slowly up to just below her ass.
 The effect this time was the same as before.  The overwhelming pain from the
savage blows to the back of her knee effectively blocked her pending orgasm. 
Then, as he worked his way higher on her leg, that arousal returned, stronger
than before.  This time it seemed to be doubled, and she trembled excitedly as
she waited for the next blow to take her over the edge of the climactic abyss.

He stopped for a moment to assess the effects of the beating.  The backs of her
widespread legs glowed with a deep inner fire.  Because she was bent over and her
leg muscles were stretched tight, he knew she would feel this whipping for
several days.

But he also noticed the cunt juice leaking – hell, flowing down her legs. 
Bending down he placed his nose just against her anus.  He could feel the
vibrations in his nose as she began screaming at his first light touch.  Licking
out with his tongue, he cleaned up her salty musky legs. Kneeling up under her
crotch, he tilted his head to fit his mouth to her cunt and sucked as much of her
into his mouth as he could.  She continued to cream into his mouth and scream
into the towel.

The different stimuli he was giving her body were too much for her to take.  She
was torn between the pain and the pleasure.  The one was so good, but the other
made that one even better.  She knew he would hurt her again.  She wanted him to
hurt her.  Somehow, she was beginning to understand she needed to receive it as
much as he needed to give it. But he was so gentle in between it drove her crazy.
 His slightest touch and she would violently orgasm in a sexual release she had
never dreamed possible.  The difference between the two sides to his lovemaking
made her enjoy each of them more.  She had lost track of the number of her
orgasms.  It felt as if she had not stopped coming since she stepped out of the
elevator and saw him standing there like a shy schoolboy.

His tongue left her twat and slid along her crack to visit her ass hole.  He
palmed her rosy ass cheeks and placed his thumbs next to the tight rosebud.  With
a firm pressure, he spread her open in an obscene invitation to come and visit.
She could barely move, but she made the effort to thrust her exposed bunghole out
to him.  He felt her backward pressure and grinned to himself.  She was a greedy
bitch, and he meant that in the nicest way possible.

Pushing lightly, he got an inch of his tongue into her past her sphincter. 
Slowly sawing in and out, he massaged the ass muscle with his thick tongue.  New
thrills chased up her spine at this novel invasion.  She reached a new level of
excitation and expectation.  There was no thought in her mind to stopping.  She
would accept whatever he wanted to do to her.

Sensing her heightened excitement, he left his butt burrowing. He stood and moved
to position himself next to her.  Her arched back presented a perfect target for
whipping.  He started beating her high on her smooth back, up next to her
shoulders.  He used a figure ‘8’ stroke, criss-crossing his strokes all the way
down her back to the beginning swell of her ass cheeks.  His strokes were firm
and forceful, but not excessive.  He wanted to carry her forward, past all her
reservations about pain and pleasure. This beating was not intended to stop her
orgasm altogether, but rather to delay it until every fiber of her body would be
suffused with sexual energy.

Karin writhed in glorious agony with the pain of the beating and the emptiness of
her cunt and ass hole.  She was not sure which pain is greater.  And these
sensations melded with her growing need to cum.  The burning need in her loins,
not just from the emptiness, but from the need to be filled, to be used, to cramp
every muscle around a hot throbbing shaft of male flesh.  All these sensations
collided in her inexperienced mind and blossomed into a full-blown craving.  She
started grunting rhythmically, in time to the tattoo of the belt on her back

As the lashes approached her ass, the anticipation of him striking her there
became unbearable.  She swayed her hips back and forth, trying to seduce him into
diverting the next blow, then the next, then the next.

Without warning, he leaned over and began to lash her so that the thick end of
the belt reached around her side and smacked the tender sides of her swollen
tits.  First on one side and then the other.  The surprise, the pain, and the
glorious sensations shot from the tips of her swollen orbs directly to her clit. 
She began to cum, hard and long, without breaks.  She took off like a rocket and
never looked back.

After several deliberate measured direct hits on her nipples, her system reached
the extent of its capability. Her skyrocketing orgasm short-circuited her brain
and she swooned, collapsing in her bonds onto the arms of the chair.  He saw his
young victim faint in the chair and stopped whipping her.

For long moments he stood beside her, amazed at her endurance.  When his
breathing evened out he moved around behind her, between her legs.  He placed the
head of his cock at the entrance of her vagina.  He held there, not moving,
almost in reverence.  With a single lunge, he shoved all ten inches of his
re-hardened cock into her sopping tunnel.  He fucked her with a slow movement in
and out, pulling out until only the engorged head remained embedded inside of
her.  Gradually, she regained her senses, thrilling to the novel fullness of his
cock moving inside her.  She urged him as best she could to a faster fucking pace
with her limited hip movements, rotating and twisting as much as her bonds would
allow.

"So, you're back with the living?"

An enthusiastic nod 'yes.'

"Good.  I wouldn't want you to miss this next part."

He pulled himself out of her, much to her dismay.  She tried to look back at him,
her eyes tearing in sadness. Positioning his cock head at her rear portal, he
slowly pushed forward.  He grabbed a creamy ass cheek in each hand and pulled
them apart as far as he could.  She screamed into her gag.  The fat head of his
cock pushed hard against the straining sphincter, splitting it wider and wider. 
She thought she would be ripped apart.  The pain was intense, worse than anything
she had ever felt before, including the rape with the plunger.

Frantic thoughts ripped through her mind.  "He is too big! He will tear me up! 
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"

The head of his iron hard cock suddenly plopped past the courageous, but
over-matched involuntary muscle of her asshole.  He stopped pushing as soon as it
breached that bottleneck to give her a chance to accommodate to his size. The
pain in her butt eased slightly and she was able to catch her breath.  The
telephone pole in her rectum was huge, but slowly her anal tissues stretched out
and relaxed.  The pain was replaced by an oddly pleasant feeling of being stuffed
in the nastiest way possible.  She blushed at this new betrayal of her untried
body, closing her eyes as the erotic feelings took possession of her.

He felt her tensions drain and slid forwards another inch, burying more of
himself into her.  She gasped at this new invasion, but shoved her ass back up
against him as best she could, wanting more.  He accommodated her wishes. Still
more of the hard cock slid up her poop chute until finally, she felt his balls
lightly swinging against her cunt.

"I'm in."

His statement was one of amazed fact.  She nodded her head.

"It's tight.  Your ass is so fucking tight.  It's the absolute best!"

He slowly began to pump in and out.  She helped him as much as she could. 
Normally, on the two or three occasions in his entire life he had gotten it up
more than twice, he had lasted almost an hour before he blasted off the third
time. Never had he gone four times in one evening, and the evening was still
young.  But this time, because of the vice-tight grip of her ass hole, he felt
himself peaking after only 15 or so strokes.

Feeling the inevitability of his eruption, he drove himself quickly to
conclusion.  As he blasted off, he buried as much of his cock in her ass as he
could, squirting his juice deep into her bowels.  He fell forward onto her
striped back.  His prick deflated and slithered out of the previously virgin hole
with a soft kissing sound.  His white cum leaked out for a little while until her
sphincter reinstated its tight seal on the contents of her rectum.

Sam shook himself.  He went into her bathroom, and looked through the medicine
cabinet until he found the things he was seeking.  He carried them back into the
living room, where he poured some lotion into his hands to warm it up. With her
still bound to the chair he began rubbing the healing and soothing lotion into
her legs, her back and her fuckable ass.  Last, he reached under her and gently
massaged her heaving tits with the soothing lotion.

He untied her legs and removed the gag.  Leaving her hands still tied in front of
her, he loosened the tie from the leg of the chair and helped her to her feet. 
Placing her bound arms around his neck, her tied wrists behind his neck, he
gently lifted and carried her into the bedroom.

He laid her down on the four poster canopied bed, then stood and surveyed his
surroundings.  She caught his attention and held her hands out and up to him,
silently asking if they were to be untied.  He checked the bonds to determine if
they were cutting off the blood or chaffing her wrists.  Seeing that they were
not too tight, he smiled and shook his head at her.  Her eyes got wide as she
realized there was more in store for her that night.  She closed her eyes and
relaxed into his will.  He smiled at her surrender, but she didn’t see it.

He took her hands and raised them over her head.  He tied them with the loose end
of his now wrinkled tie to the headboard of her bed.  She was again fully exposed
to his whims.  His hands teased and caressed her straining breasts.  Flicking her
swollen nipples sharply, he held up several clothespins, squeezing one open and
letting it snap shut.  Her eyes flew open at the unfamiliar, but ominous sound.

"Ready for round two?" he asked her wickedly.  He already knew her answer

Her eyes opened wide with realization that she had finally met a man who could
fulfill all of her fantasies ... and more.  She groaned as he got up from beside
her.  She watched him silently as he wandered around her room.  He made a motion
as if to open her dresser drawers, but looked to her for permission before he
actually explored her personal items.  She nodded it was OK, an amused expression
on her face.

When he finished with her dresser, he searched through her bedside nightstand
drawers, not sure what he was looking for or what he would find.  He was still
learning about this bewitching girl on the bed.  To his surprise, he found a
couple of vibrating dildos.  Eight and ten inches of solid shaking rubber.

Holding them up to her, he grinned.  "Isn’t one enough for you?"

She blushed, even though she knew he was teasing.  "I just got them this week. 
I, uh, I just wanted to have something, uh, well, uh, I though I needed....”  She
changed her track.  “The lady at the store said to use one at a time.  Since I
didn’t know what size I liked, she gave me a couple of different sizes that she
liked.  She said that way I could have variety.  But I haven't used them, yet. 
Honest!"  She blushed a deeper red at that admission.

"Well, we'll have to try some variety, too."

He went to her dresser and retrieved two long scarves he had seen there.  They
were expensive, but he would replace them later.  Fastening one to each of her
ankles, he secured her wide spread legs to the end posts of the bed. Taking a
pillow, he shoved it under her ass, elevating her blonde muff and further
exposing her cunt.  She watched him silently, her pounding heart jiggling her
tits with each pulse.  Her breathing had settled down, but the anticipation was
building in her.

He picked up the black 10-inch dildo and brought it up close to her cunt. 
Turning it on he rubbed the realistic head over her clit.

"AAAAAHHHHHH  SHIT!  OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!!!!"

Her head snapped back into the mattress as the electrifying sensations coursed
through her body.  Her juices began to flow again, lubricating her cunt walls. 
Pushing the realistic cock head lower and in, he inserted the dildo completely up
her snatch.  The vibrator was still on.  The unfamiliar vibrations focused all
her feelings in her loins.  With her eyes closed and her head rolling around, she
didn't see him pick up the second rubber prick until he placed the head to her
lips.

"Suck it good, Karin. Get it good and wet."

She opened her mouth obediently and swallowed the hunk of rubber as far as she
could, making a gagging sound as it hit the back of her throat.  It was smaller
than his cock, but this was stiff and unforgiving.  It was harder to get down her
throat at this angle, too.  But she did manage it. Shoving it in and out a couple
of times, he pulled it out and put the tip against her anal sphincter.

"How's this for variety?" he asked her as he shoved the smooth sided vibrator up
her ass.

Since she was already stretched out from his thumb and his cock, the spit-lubed
rubber prick slid all the way home with no discomfort.  With a twinkle in his
smiling eyes he turned this one on as well and turned to leave the room.

With tension growing rapidly in her assailed genital area, she watched him leave
her room.  The clothespins were lying there on the bed beside her.  They were the
new ones with tight springs.  She had just bought them last week and hadn't even
used them.  What they would do to her if he used them she couldn't imagine, but
just thinking about the squeezing pain made her nipples stand stiff and erect.
They were swollen with the sudden surge of adrenaline pumped blood.  The constant
vibrations dominating her nether region were building to a tantalizing promise of
orgasmic release, but without direct stimulation to her clit she knew she
couldn't climax.  The way he had tied her left her no way to touch, rub, wiggle,
or roll.  She started to moan in glorious agony and laid back to enjoy the
tortuous ride that this mysterious man was taking her on.

Several minutes passed.  She heard him in the other parts of her apartment,
opening and closing drawers and cupboard doors.  Sometimes he would give a wicked
chuckle as he found something in the kitchen or the other room that tickled his
fancy.  She shuddered at what was in store for her.

"Miss me?" he smirked as he stood over her in the darkened bedroom.  She jumped,
surprised at his nearness.  She had drifted off into her own world of tormented
bliss and had not heard him come in.  He was holding his hands behind his back. 
He knelt down and placed the items he had discovered on the floor, out of her
sight.  Leaning over her, he kissed her tenderly, passionately on the lips.  He
broke off with difficulty.

Looking directly into her blue eyes, he asked, "Do you want to go on?  The rest
will be painful, but rewarding.  I think it will be a new experience for you".

She smiled at his comment.  “This has all been a new experience for me.”

“I thought as much.  Maybe you want to take it easy your first time, save some
for later?”

She was quiet for a minute.  Actually, there was no decision for her to make, as
she would rather die than stop now.  It was just getting good, though her sanity
did rebel a little at the ‘this will be painful’ part.  But a minor orgasmic
spasm was passing through her at the moment, and she wanted to enjoy it to the
fullest.

But there was one question she had, one lingering doubt. “Are you doing this just
for me, or will you enjoy it, too?”

The question caught him off guard.  He had never had one of his partners ask that
question before.  He laughed spontaneously before he could stop.  “Oh, yes, Mrs.
Saunders.  I’m going to enjoy this.  A lot!”

She tilted her head as if filtering out the truth from the levity.  Satisfied
with what she had heard, she simply said, "Do it."

He kissed her, harder this time, more of his own urgency in evidence.  He was
careful not to touch her anywhere where she might receive that critical
additional stimulation to push her over the edge.  She groaned in anguish and
frustration as he stood up, his large prick standing at half-mast.  She opened
her mouth in a tight ‘O’ and strained her neck as she invited him to satisfy
himself there.  He laughed at her obvious attempts to divert him and then again
at her little-girl pout when she was found out.

He busied himself around her bed.  First three long lengths of strong string were
threaded up over the canopy rods of the four-poster bed and pulled back down so
that the ends were resting on the mattress.  Next, a two-inch rubber ball was
produced.

"Open wide," he commanded.

Meekly, but with a growing anticipation and a bit of fear, she obeyed.  She
opened her mouth wide until he could force the ball into her mouth.  The firm
rubber of the ball stretched her jaws wide.  He pulled out a roll of duct tape
and wrapped the tape over the ball in her mouth, sealing it in her mouth.  He
then completely circled around her head with the tape twice.  It was clearly
overkill, but the psychological feeling of the tape across her cheeks filled her
with dread.  That’s what he was after.  He wanted her to feel her helplessness
flavored by a good dose of fear, terror, and panic.  She could breathe only
through her nose.

Before continuing, he waited for her breathing to settle down.  He knew what she
was feeling.  He wanted her to. But he wanted her to submit to him, trust him,
even in her terror.  He sat by her side and caressed the soft skin of her cheek
above and below the duct tape.  Slowly the wildness, the terror drained from her
eyes.  This was all so new, so demanding of her trust.  It was what she had
dreamed of, wished and prayed for, but now that it was here, it was almost too
much for her.

Closing her eyes she fought for control of her emotions. But the darkness behind
her eyes amplified her terror.  Her tear-filled eyes flew open and she reached
out with her eyes to her knight in shining armor.  That he was the one who had
placed her in this situation was irrelevant to her at that moment of her need. 
He brought up his hands and caught the single tear as it trickled down the side
of her face.  He raised his finger to his lips and kissed the tear away.  He did
the same when a tear escaped from her other eye.  That simple act began to
breakdown her terror, to let her surrender her trust to him.  He continued
stroking her face, making reassuring sounds to her, staring into her eyes until
he could see her total submission to his will.

She was ready.

Leaning over her prone spread-eagled body, he brought his mouth to her nearest
tit.  Capturing the somnolent nipple between his teeth, he chewed on the nub
lightly.  Then he sucked as much of the soft flesh into his mouth as he could. 
There was much of the huge mammary remaining outside his ravenous mouth.

Bringing both hands into play, he cupped them around the base of her breast and
squeezed, forcing the nipple even farther into his mouth so that it bumped up
against his tonsils.  His tongue was massaging the captured tit flesh constantly,
working in a frenzied manner.  Her nipple responded to the stimulation by
standing up as high as it could.

Feeling the bloated nipple in the back of his mouth, he quietly reached over and
grabbed one of the clothespins. Bringing it up beside his mouth next to her tit,
he pulled back, exposing the glistening erection.  The clothespin snapped around
the surprised button and brought a stiffening of pain from the girl attached to
the tortured nipple.

Very slowly and very deliberately, he repeated the process on her other breast. 
Even knowing what had happened to its partner and knowing exactly what was in
store for it did not deter the brave nipple from responding to his erotic
manipulation.  The poor soldier was captured and smashed inside the wooden cage.

She knew immediately where the third clothes pin was going from where he kissed
her next.  She tried to block it out, but she felt her body responding to his
insistent skillful and highly erotic manipulations.  First his fingers rubbed
lightly over her labia, exciting the already over-heated bud of flesh hidden
there.  The nodule grew larger under his skillful touch, then larger still.  Its
growth and size surprised her.  She had never had that happen to her when she
touched herself down there.

Her clit was expanding like a tiny penis, until he could actually slide his
finger and thumb up and down it.  When he kissed the tip of her clit and sucked
the tiny bit of flesh into his mouth, she gave up all pretense of coherent
thought and fell into an orgasmic stupor.  If this was what it felt like to a guy
when they got a blowjob, it was no wonder the entire male population was
sex-crazy.  She only revived when the tender bud was cruelly trapped between the
jaws of the unforgiving clothespin.

"Should I continue, Karin?"

"More?  What more could there be?" she thought.  But she knew she wanted it.  She
wanted it all.  Shakily she nodded her head ‘yes’, her eyes wild with lust, pain,
fear and excitement.

Reaching down by the bed he pulled up some more items he had retrieved.  He held
them up for her inspection and they caused her to quake to her very soul.  Such
simple things, but in his hands she had no doubt they would cause her unendurable
torment.  And pleasure.  She knew where he had found the large peacock feather,
but where had he gotten those large rubber bands?  She trembled as he gently
caressed her tits.  Her quick breathing and erect nipples holding the clothespins
upright betrayed her true feelings of excitement.

Squeezing her large boobs tightly, he slipped one of the fat elastic bands from
his wrist and moved it down to the base of the pliable globe.  He doubled it with
a quick twist of his hand.  The doubled band caused the already firm and swollen
flesh to stand even taller.  Another band, smaller and tighter than the first,
followed and settled around the middle of her tit.  A third, smaller yet, was
placed just behind her nipple, causing her tit to look like a two-tiered jiggling
mound with a cherry on top.  He quickly made her other tit into a matched set.

The feelings in her chest were strange.  Not pain, exactly, but there was a
restricting feeling that pumped her cunt full of dripping juice.  As the bands
constricted, the flesh between them became even more sensitive.  The trapped
blood in the banded sections of the globes swelled to a maximum, the throbbing
pain increased to become an ache in her chest.

Moving quickly, he took one of the strings he has strung up over the canopy.  He
tied one end of two of the strings to each of the clothespins.  She looked like
an obscene puppet on a string, and he knew that she would react to just like one,
too.  Taking the loose end of one of the strings attached to her tits, he gently
pulled the string taut.  A sharp intake of breath told him that the flesh between
the jaws of those wooden maulers was not numb.  He secured a small glass animal
from the collection on her dresser to the end of the string with a tight knot. 
When he dropped the small weight from the height of his shoulders, the string
jerked on the clothespin attached to the nipple. She squealed in pain and
pleasure as the waves of her next countless orgasm crashed on the shore.  She
began panting in anticipation of the next two weights.

He did not disappoint her.  A similar sized weight was attached to the string of
her other tit.  Knowing the pain was coming didn't lessen the intense feelings. 
For her newly discovered erectile clit, he selected a lighter weight, as this was
extremely sensitive flesh.  He played with the three weights for a while, keeping
her keening in agony and delight.  Sweat covered her frantically shaking nude
body.  Unladylike rivulets coursed down her chest and ran between her tortured
breasts to pool in the depressions in her delicate neck.

He picked up the stiff feather with a wicked grin.  A light caress along her
sternum surprised her with the intensity of the tingling tickle.  Brushing the
tip of the feather back and forth over her stomach started her giggling
uncontrollably.  But being gagged, the sounds were muffled. Her giggling made the
tied weights bounce up and down.  She arched her back as the next great wave of
orgasm crashed over her.

Several minutes later he tired of this isolated pastime and traversed her entire
body with the exception of her cunt and tits.  The constant laughing and giggling
strained every muscle in her stomach, neck and arms.  She learned a new form of
pain as the muscles knotted tightly.  The tendons of her legs were flexed rigid
and stood out as she tried to get relief from the diabolical feather.  She never
knew she was so ticklish.  Sweat was running off her body now, soaking the sheets
of her bed.  She didn't know if she could take much more.

He set the feather down on the bed beside her.  Relief flooded through her as the
laughing reflex settled down, and she grinned up at him, though the confining
duct tape hid her mouth from view.  He was grinning, too, but too wickedly for
her taste.  Her pulse quickened as she realized there was more.  She closed her
eyes in abject surrender as she realized as well, that, whatever it was, she
wanted it.

He stood by the bed for a moment, letting her catch her breath.  He leaned down
and picked up the last item from the floor.  At first she didn't recognize what
it was and then it dawned on her.

"Oh, God!  The old drapery cords!" she thought.

He had made a multi-tailed whip from the familiar cords and put a hard looking
knot in the end of each strand.  This was a use she had not put them to.  He
lazily dragged the makeshift cat o' nine tails across her taut belly.  A sudden
flick of his wrist wiped all traces of laughter from her shocked frame.  Nine
points of burning pain burrowed into her mid section where the knots collided
with her damp flesh.  A second flick and nine more tiny welts rose up on the now
irritated flesh.  It looked like measles or chicken pox.

"Nice effect," he said, mostly to himself.

Then, very methodically, he whipped her over every inch of her exposed flesh,
save her face, starting at her fingertips and ending with her toes.  He also
avoided her breasts and pubic areas.  Tiny angry red welts covered her body. 
Even her neck, chin and ears were spotted.  Tears were running unimpeded down the
sides of her face.  She had never felt such pain.  And she loved it.  Deep down
she knew she loved what Sam was doing to her.  She also realized she was falling
in love with him.  Her sham marriage to Bill Saunders never entered her mind.  It
was Sam whom she wanted, with all her being.

Karin knew Sam wasn't finished with her yet either.  His eyes were still gleaming
with excitement, watching her every reaction.  He was playing her body to the
max, like a virtuoso.  She was a magnificent instrument, bringing out the very
best of his skills and talents.  Karen knew she could and would take every thing
Sam had to give.  The next stroke brought searing pain to the sole of her right
foot. Two of the knots landed between her toes.  The other foot received similar
treatment.

"Now for desert," he said, almost to himself.  He seemed to know she was beyond
comprehending.

Picking up the feather he had laid down, he lightly touched the stressed flesh on
the bottom side of her breasts.  It was as if he had used an electric charge.  A
shock ran straight to her cunt and she came hard, screaming into her gag. 
Another feathery touch on the underside of the other globe, and she spasmed
again.  Back and forth, back and forth the marauding feather took her ever
higher, never letting her find balance or catch her breath.  Her head whipped
around the bed, her blonde hair flying in frenzied disarray.  She was in a
perpetual state of orgasm.

He deliberated carefully his next and last move.  He wanted her conscious for
this, but only at the very brink of sanity.  She would have to be crazy to enjoy
this, and she was almost there.  One more stab and flick with the long feather
across her ballooning nipples put her in what he hoped was the right state of
mind.

He heard a constant babbling escaping from behind her gag. Her eyes rolled up in
her head.  He had to hurry.  Quickly he flicked the wrist of the hand that held
the whip.  Nine hard knots of cord pummeled into her mound, her clit, and her
slit.  Another second quick flick up her legs terrorized her anal area.

The surprise of the twin blows was so great and the pain so intense, she squirted
both vibrators out of her holes at the same time.  She promptly fainted in a
completely sated orgasmic coma, continuing to moan and spasm even though she was
unconscious.

Chapter 5

Karin revived slowly.  For long minutes she resisted the persistent call of
awareness and laid there in blissful peace.  But the call was too strong.  So was
her curiosity. She allowed each of her senses to engage one by one. Gradually,
she became aware of her surroundings.

The first thing she noticed was that she was no longer bound in any way and that
all the pain seemed to be gone. She felt as if she was floating, kind of. 
Opening a wary eye, she saw she was in the large hot tub on her apartment deck. 
The gently bubbling hot water soothed away the aches and pains of the strange
ordeal she had just gone through. She felt safe, secure.  She felt loved, for the
first time she could ever recall.  It was an entirely new feeling for her and
scared her more than a little bit.  There were too many complications in her life
to have to deal with that, too.

Sam was sitting behind her in the tub, carefully keeping her face out of the
water by holding gently, but firmly onto her breasts.  He was continually amazed
at the feel of them in his grasp.  It felt like they belonged there.  He sat
there waiting for her to rejoin him, quietly whispering into her ear, humming
familiar lullabies, caressing her hair and neck with soft kisses.  Karin felt him
behind her and relaxed into him.  She grinned to herself as she felt his erection
between them.

Turning her face to his, she smiled at him, then kissed him long and hard,
urgently.  She raised herself up in the tub and reached beneath her for his
prick.  When he tried to remove his hands from her breasts, she pinned them
lightly against her sides under her arms.  She liked them right where they were. 
They seemed to fit just right.

Positioning herself carefully, she lowered herself onto his erect manhood.  When
she was fully impaled, she leaned back against his chest once again.  She reached
her arms up over her head, providing him with full access to her body and the
freedom to explore it at will.  She began to massage his cock with her cunt
muscles.  No other action was needed as she slowly, rhythmically coaxed the cum
out of his one- eyed snake.  They both knew there was still a long night of
fucking ahead of them.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

She rolled over in the rumpled bed.  Strong sunlight was assaulting the other
side of the curtains, trying to force reality into the isolated apartment. 
Slowly stretching her arms above her head, she felt the deep satisfaction of
having been well fucked.  She felt like the cat that had eaten the canary and
purred softly under her breath. Noticing the emptiness in the bed next to her
filled her with a sudden panic, rudely jolting her to wakefulness.  He was gone!

She was halfway to the front door of the apartment when she smelled the freshly
brewed coffee and the peculiar fragrance of burned toast.  A quick peek into the
kitchen showed the table set for two, but no Sam.  She heard the shower start
running and grinned.

Walking into the steamy bathroom, she was totally at ease with her nakedness.  It
seemed natural around him.  She slipped silently into the shower enclosure,
coming in behind him.  The water beating on his bowed head covered the sounds of
her entry and he was unaware of her presence. She stood silently behind him,
enjoying the chance to observe him unawares.  He was a handsome man, strong and
virile, the kind of man that made young girls hearts beat a bit faster.  As hers
was doing now.  Water beaded up across his broad shoulders, then combined into
streams and coursed down his muscled back.  She started to reach out to touch the
pale dimples of his ass cheeks, but stopped short, wanting more time to memorize
his image.

As she watched him standing there in the pulsing stream, she suddenly felt as if
she were intruding into something very personal.  His face, that part she could
see, was a picture of tormented indecision.  That was something she would not
have expected to see there.  He had exuded an almost overpowering aura of
strength in the short time she had known him.  To see him like this made him more
human somehow, more lovable.  It was at that moment in the steamy shower, that
Karin lost her heart to this man whose true name she still did not know.

Karin cleared her throat.  He didn’t hear her.  Again.  He opened one eye and
squinted at her under his armpit.  His pleasure at seeing her standing there,
naked, was rapidly apparent.  She dropped her gaze to his swelling appreciation,
fascinated by the velvety hardness that had given her so much pleasure the night
before.

She moved up behind him.  Her arms went around him, hugging him close.  Her hands
explored his chest, as much a turn on for her as her firm tits pressing into his
back was for him.  Her sharp fingernails terrorized the skin around his
pectorals.  He groaned, wiggling his butt slightly into her tickling pussy hair. 
She gave a laughing squeal, and attacked his upper body with renewed vigor, her
tormenting fingers pinching lightly here, pulling a hair, kneading his well
defined muscles.

Reaching down with one hand, she picked up the bar of soap and a hand towel. 
Savagely, she soaped his entire body, leaving his skin a dangerous shade of red. 
She spared no part of him and was extremely thorough, but she didn’t dwell on his
erect penis.  He voiced his disappointment when she clinically washed it and
moved on.  Her lilting laughter enflamed his passions more than the magnificent
touch of her hardened nipples as they brushed back and forth as she labored over
him.  She finished with his face. He had steeled himself for an abrasive
cleansing here, too. She surprised him.  Using just her fingertips sans
fingernails, she worked the soap into a lather, swirling the tiny bubbles into
his relaxed expression.  She aimed the jets from the showerhead over his face and
removed the last of the soap from him.

Sam remained standing with his eyes closed, savoring the brief respite from a
world that demanded so much from him. Karin stood easily in front of him, pleased
she had been able to do this simple task for him.  She looked up at his relaxed
face, so different from the tormented expression she had seen him wearing
earlier.

When he did open his eyes, she silently offered him the bar of soap and the hand
towel, lifting one eyebrow in a teasing challenge.  He accepted.

As he lathered up the hand towel with a fresh charge of soap, she slowly lifted
her hands and laced her fingers behind her neck, simulating the posture he had
put her in on the dance floor.  She spread her feet as far apart as she could,
bracing them against the walls on either side of the shower stall.  Her eyes
never left his as she assumed this position.  When he nodded his satisfaction,
that he was pleased, she blushed with a rush of pleasure, giddy as a schoolgirl.

Sam was as thorough with her body as she was with his.  He did, however, take the
opportunity to linger over her charms, almost to the point of obsession.  Her
skin glowed with a hot fire as he moved from washing one area to the next.  It
reflected the flames his ubiquitous touch ignited in her core.  When he finally
stepped back, the last patches of soap scum circling slowly around the drain, she
was literally shaking.  She had closed her eyes as he had washed her face and her
eyes remained closed.

She heard the water shut off and felt the cool rush of outside air as the door to
the shower opened.  A soft thick towel, compliments of the previous tenant, had
been placed over the radiator.  She melted into its warmth as Sam dried her
tingling body.  She notice he patted her skin to dry her, not rubbing as most
males would have done.  She wondered where he had learned to do that, then
realized it didn’t matter.  What mattered was that he cared enough to take the
time to do it with her.

When he had dried her and had used another towel to wind up her long wet hair
into a turban, he kissed her lightly on the forehead.  “Time to wake up!”  He
gently released her interlaced fingers from behind her neck.

A small crack appeared in one tightly closed eye.  She caught him as he was
staring at her tits.  She giggled and did a little shimmy for him, making the
tips bounce provocatively.  With a playful slap on her flanks, he chased her back
into the kitchen, where the coffee had long since finished brewing.

Sitting at the table with him seemed the most natural thing to do.  Even being
naked didn’t seem out of the ordinary. They kidded back and forth about
unimportant things, both of the comfortable with the other. He didn’t apologize
for the dark shade of the toast, but she could tell it bothered him.  There
hadn’t been much else in the apartment suitable for breakfast.  She hadn’t
bothered to stock the pantry. She hadn’t been expecting overnight guests.  He
seemed pleased when she admitted that to him, for some reason.

It would have been a perfectly idyllic morning, but Sam suddenly farted.  This
was not something he was accustomed to doing, even by himself. He had been
reaching for his cup of coffee.  Karin had said something that struck him funny,
and he had chuckled.  And then, ‘BLATTTTTT!’  Just like in the cartoons.  He was
so surprised, he dropped the cup of coffee.  Which wouldn’t have been nearly as
devastating, if he had only been wearing some clothing.  Hot fluid splashing on
your thighs, heading for higher ground, is not a suave-inducing stimulus.

Karin hadn’t recognized the sound of passing gas, but she would have undoubtedly
identified it by smell in a short time.  She did, however, see the scalding hot
coffee headed for her favorite recreational area.  She acted with instinct and
self-preservation as she grabbed a pitcher of water and a towel.  She dumped the
water over the areas of his legs where the coffee had landed, diluting the heat
with a torrent of water.  Falling to her knees by his chair, she began to blot at
his wet thighs with the towel, which was much too small to do any good.

She didn’t know when she recognized the telltale smell and then associated it
with the rude sound that started the whole mess.  But she did, and, in spite of
the eye-watering effects of the noxious gas, she started to giggle.  She snorted,
actually, when she tried not to laugh at him.

Afraid she had offended him by snorting, she looked up. His look of abject horror
and embarrassment fueled her funny bone.  This time she just about blew a gasket
trying to keep from laughing.

Seeing she wasn’t totally grossed out, Sam began to laugh himself, at himself. 
He didn’t realize that it was these little imperfections that endeared him to
her.  Not that he should go around farting.  But he need a few chinks in that
shining armor to make him seem human.

For Karin, it was nice to know he was human, after all. Although she had found
that out earlier this morning when she had worn him out in bed.  Nothing she had
done to or for him could get him hard again.  He had sheepishly admitted defeat
and promised her, if she would only let him sleep that there would be more in the
morning.  Karin had reluctantly given up her efforts to rouse him, and they had
snuggled down into the disheveled bed for some rest.

”How do you feel?"

The question came during a lull in the laughter.  Its seriousness marked a change
in the direction of the conversation.  She stopped and took a minute to do a
quick self-assessment.  "Fine," she answered, somewhat surprised. "You were
wonderful last night," she continued with a giggle.

"So were you."  He paused as he got serious.  "Karin, you seem to like your sex
rough.  Just how rough can you take it?"  He still wasn’t convinced she was a
rookie at this. That would just be too good to be true, and, as he had learned
the hard way, there was usually something wrong with anything that looked that
good.  He didn’t consider her marriage a problem.  It had never stopped him
before.

"I don’t know,” she said hesitantly.  “I really have only tied myself up.  And
once they tied me up and beat me in the basement.  They hurt me then.”  She
looked up at him. It didn’t make any difference to her why she had felt and
reacted as she had.  She had liked the rough sex with him, with her Sam, and she
knew she wanted it again and again and again.  She answered his question as
honestly as she could.

“How rough do I like it?  If it is with you, as rough as you want.  I, uh, well,
I trust you," she ended simply. She didn't say she loved him, but that was what
she meant to say.  She thought she had better wait and see how things turned out.
 Besides, this was all new to her, and on top of that, she was a married woman!

He thought about something for a moment, and she could tell this was the
important question.  The one he had been tormented by in the shower.  Men were so
funny.  Even with her limited experience, she could spot a nervous sweat. With a
wry smile, she watched him squirm as he struggled with his question, shifting in
his chair uneasily, clearing his throat, tugging at his earlobe.  Then he seemed
to make up his mind.  She noticed the quickening of his pulse at that ticklish
spot at the base of his neck.  Her tummy flip-flopped, not knowing what was
coming next, but knowing she would do it without question and love it.

“Karin?  Do you - “

“Yes.”

He raised an amused eyebrow at her.  “May I finish?”

“I’m sorry.  I’ll listen.  But the answer is ‘Yes’ to whatever you want to ask
me.”

“Thanks for the warning!”  He laughed, relaxing.  Once again, he posed the
question.  “Do you want to continue?”

He didn’t have to specify what he meant.  She knew.  With her heart in her
throat, she quietly answered, “Yes.” There was no doubt in her voice.

He was silent for a while, as if weighing the truthfulness of her answer.  Then
he continued.  “If we continue, you will only have one more chance to stop. 
After that, I will decide what, how much and how long.  In addition, you will
address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ at all times.  Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

He waited, looking at her expectantly.

“Oh!  Yes, sir!”

“That will cost you.  All lapses of obedience will be dealt with harshly.”  He
stopped for a moment.  “Karin, from this point on this is not a game.  Up to now,
we’ve both been dancing around.  We’ve had some fun, a few laughs, and, if I’m
not mistaken, we’ve both enjoyed it.  However, if you take this next step, go
with me to the next level, I will expect you to obey me without hesitation.  I
will do to you and with you what pleases me.  You will not climax unless I
specifically permit it, regardless of the situation.  Do you understand?”

Karin sat quite still, her eyes wide.  He was describing something she had never
even fantasized possible.  Heaven. Two tears leaked from her eyes and headed
towards her chin. From the crestfallen look on his face, it was clear he
misunderstood.

“Sir?  May I speak?”  Her voice was tiny.

“Yes.”

“What you are describing; I would be your slave, Sir?  A sex-slave, or
something?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”  She paused, thinking.  “Sir?  May I ask for one favor?  Please?”

“It would be unusual for a Master to grant conditions.  But let’s hear it.”

“I have a fantasy, Sir, this recurring picture in my head, of being tied up in a
certain way.  If I describe it to you, do you think you could, you know….? 
Please, Sir?” She was quivering.  It was hard for her to admit her deepest
secrets, even to him.

His outburst of deep laughter startled her.  "OK, Karin. Pack an overnight case. 
You can tell me in the car."

It was not a question or statement.  It was a command from her..., her..., her
what?  Her lover?  Her friend?  Her Master?  She didn’t know what the
relationship was becoming but she did not even think of hesitating or questioning
his absolute authority or his intentions.  She packed a small bag, with very few
clothes.  Her cunt was really wet now.

While she was packing, Sam straightened the apartment.  He readjusted the lights,
moved the heavy chair back to where it had been originally.  He also put all the
toys he had used away.  The only item he kept was the corded whip.  It had proven
very effective and he wanted to keep it.  He also retrieved a bag from his car
parked in the garage downstairs.  He had about $175,000 in cash, his prize money
from last night.  He didn’t want to take it with him or leave it in the car.  The
banks, even his, was closed.  He found a loose seam in the couch and stuffed the
bundles of money in between the springs.  He pulled the fabric back in place and
surveyed his work.  Not bad, but it wouldn’t last if the couch were moved.  But
it shouldn’t have to hold up for long.  Just a few days.

An hour later, after a telephone call to his secretary, and a quick fuck with her
leaning over the back of the leather chair, they were on the road in his car. 
She sat as close to him as she could get, curled with her feet drawn up under her
on the seat.  His arm was draped across the back of the seat and she had her head
resting on his chest.  She was contented to let him take her wherever he wanted.
Occasionally she would slip a teasing finger in under his shirt to twirl the hair
on his chest.  He smiled to himself as he drove, his Cheshire grin inflaming her
passion.

They had traveled for about two hours, out of the city, through the endless
suburbs, until they were winding up into the mountains of a neighboring state. 
He pulled off the road onto a graveled road and then onto a narrow dirt path, the
ruts bouncing them around his car as he hurried to get it out of sight and into
the cleverly camouflaged parking area.  The car could not be seen unless you were
standing right behind it.  Even a view from the sky was blocked.

Stopping the car, he tilted her head up to his and kissed her.

"We walk from here."  Again, it was a command.

He got her bag from the back and helped her out of the car.

"Stop.  Turn around."

She did as he commanded.

Taking a length of cord from the trunk, he walked up behind her.  Pulling her
wrists behind her back, he looped the cord around them.  He pulled the rope
tight, and it dug into her skin.  This would leave marks before too long.

Next, another cord was looped around her elbows.  It, too, was pulled tight.  Her
elbows came together in the middle of her back until they were touching.  The
discomfort this caused her was incredible.  Her position pushed her tits out in
front of her, her erect nipples just exposed over the top of the low-cut shirt he
had told her to wear.

Sam had only allowed her to wear the small cotton tank top, a pair of cut-off
shorts and the 5” high-heels from last night.  He had modified her shorts so that
they were obscene.  When he was done trimming the fabric, only the fat central
seam was remaining to run between her thighs and that rode up tightly into her
slit.  The sides and back of the shorts were cut high, too, so that both her ass
cheeks were glaringly exposed.

She felt little or no embarrassment being dressed as she was.  Because this was
what he wanted.  She would have gone to the opera dressed like this.

The cord tied around her elbows was next looped around her neck.  He tied a
slipknot in the cord and pulled the loop tight.  Her eyes opened wide at that,
real fear visible in them.  Holding on to the end of the cord like a leash, he
started walking up the trail.  He tugged on the cord firmly, urging her to
follow.  The slipknot cinched up tight against her windpipe and she lurched after
him.

"Don't trip and fall," was all he said.

That was going to be easier said than done.  Still struggling for breath, she
tried hard to focus on the rough terrain of the narrow trail he was taking.  It
was not used very much, and was occasionally crossed with thick roots and fallen
branches.  Somehow she managed not to strangle herself as they climbed up the
side of the mountain for about an hour.  At last they approached a sturdy cabin
set up against a cliff.

He stopped in front of the door and worked the huge lock. The smooth click told
her it was obviously in good working order.  He hadn’t pulled her after him so
she stayed right where she was as he carried the bags into the cabin.  He was
inside for some time.  She waited, strangely calm, given the circumstances.  She
looked up as he came out the door and walked back to where she was standing.  He
seemed pleased that she hadn’t moved but didn’t comment on it.  He bent slightly
and kissed her on the lips.

"Karin.  Listen to me very carefully.  This is your last chance to back out. 
After this, I won't ask you again nor will I listen to your pleas for mercy.  And
you will plead for mercy, believe me.  So, are you in or are you out?"

She looked him deeply in the eye.  Stunned at the intensity of the emotions she
saw there, she turned to look out over the scenic vista at the front of the
mountain cabin.  She turned back to her lover.

"I’m in."

He smiled at her and kissed her tenderly.  As he kissed her, he undid the snap of
her cut-offs and slowly, teasingly unzipped them.  She wiggled her hips
impatiently to help him and the obscenely cut shorts fell to the ground around
her feet.  She stepped out of them and kicked them away from her, naked from the
waist down but for her shoes.

She felt the cold steel of a hunting knife sliding along the skin between her
breasts.  In her forced posture, the stressed fabric of her shirt stretched
between the two huge mounds.  It was cut like butter by the razor sharp knife. In
seconds, she stood nude in front of him.

He stabbed the big knife into a log on the side of the cabin several feet above
her head.  Pulling on the cord around her neck, he forced her to stand with her
face pressed up against the rough logs.  He tied the cord from around her neck to
the handle of the knife.

He had retrieved some more rope and a couple of tent stakes when he had gone into
the cabin.  He pounded the stakes into the ground, one to each side of her, and
tightly tied her feet so that they were spread far apart.  She was forced to
stand on the very tips of the toes of her high heels and the strain in her calves
made them stand out even more than the high heels did.

"You can scream up here and no one will hear you..."

She had wondered why he had not gagged her.  He seemed to enjoy her helplessness
to communicate with him.

"...but then I'd have to listen to you caterwauling, so we'll just put this in
here for now," he continued, as he shoved a large phallic gag into her mouth. 
Two straps around her head secured it deep within her mouth.

He threaded a cord between her body and the wall.  Pulling the cord up under her
tits, he looped the cord over and around them in a figure ‘8’, then pulled it
tight.  The thin cord bit into the soft pliant tit flesh.  The large orbs stood
out even more than they normally would as they were pulled and smashed against
each other.  He tied the ends of that cord behind her neck.  Any backward motion
by her head pulled the rope tighter.  The slipknot he tied there would slowly
strangle her tits off her chest.

His finger ran down her ass crack to explore her asshole. She began to moan with
arousal and tried to hump back onto the inquisitive finger.  Reaching farther
around under her, he found her sopping slit.  Putting two of his large fingers
together, he jammed them upwards and buried them up to the palm of his hand.  The
suddenness of the assault took her breath away.  He started roughly sawing them
in and out until her body began to respond to the crudely erotic actions.

Seeing the response he was waiting for, he stepped back from her and exposed his
ramrod-hard prick.  Quickly, he jammed his cock into her steamy twat.  He got
about six inches buried into her and had to move in and under her to shove in the
last four.  Each thrust lifted her up off her toes and mashed her tits into the
rough exterior of the log cabin wall.  The logs she was smashed up against were
placed just right so that by chance her stiffened nipples began to work their way
insidiously into the crack formed by two of the logs.  As he continued to fuck
into her, her nipples began to swell even larger and stiffer from the arousal of
the fucking and his rough treatment of her.

Each ramming thrust pounded her tits into the wall, shoving her pliable breasts
further and further into the crack. Eventually, her nipples became firmly
embedded in the narrow crevasse between the upper and lower logs, held fast by
their swollen state.

He shifted suddenly, throwing his hips from side to side while he was buried to
the hilt in her steaming cunt.  This side-to-side motion amplified itself as her
upper her upper body was whipsawed back and forth.  Her elongated nipples slid
along the narrowing crack, pinching them in tighter, even without the increased
swelling.

Given the rough hewn logs that made up the cabin, it was not surprising that the
sharp point of a huge sliver jammed into the side of one of her nipples,
skewering it clear through on one of his more forceful thrusts into her cunt.
This painful situation, unintended by him, set of fireworks of pain and,
strangely, pleasure in her body.  She shook violently as she climaxed for the
first time at the cabin. Her cunt squeezed tightly around his cock as she came.
Grunting franticly through her gag, she urged him to fuck her faster and harder.

He plowed into her clasping pussy harder and faster, racing toward his own
finish.  Panting and jerking, his cock spewed his slippery cum deep into her
pussy.  Once, twice, three, four times his cum squirted into her.  He couldn't
believe it when his prick caught a second wind and poured another three spurts
into her milking cunt.

"Shit!  This girl is special, all right.  My prick is still stiff," he thought in
amazement.

He pulled out of her and stuffed his prick back into his pants.  She remained
hanging on the wall for a few painful seconds.  Her feet no longer were in
contact with the ground.  She was being help up only by her pinched, and now
terribly stretched, nipples.  When they did finally pull free of the grasp of the
logs, the large sliver broke off the log and remained skewered through her
nipple, looking like a small harpoon through a tiny rosy whale.  The pain of her
tortured, stretched flesh flashed straight through to her brain, blossoming into
a fireball.

As she passed out from the sudden pain, her knees gave way. She slumped towards
the ground, strangling herself on the cord around her neck.  Re-acting quickly,
he caught her up under her arms and raised her up, propping her against the wall.
 Reaching up, he pulled the knife out of the wall and loosened the cord that was
tight around her neck.  He used the knife to slash at the ropes binding her
ankles to the tent stakes.  He quickly picked her up and tossed her like a limp
doll over his shoulder.  He carried her like that into the cabin and laid her
gently on the bed.

That was when he first noticed the small trickle of dried blood that had run down
over her breast when the sliver impaled her nipple.  Grimacing at the unintended
pain she had felt, he carefully leaned over and licked the blood away.  Then he
gently cleaned the wound, but left the large wooden sliver in place.

Chapter 6

She came to on the narrow bed about an hour later.  Her hands and elbows were
still tied, as was the cord around her neck.  Her legs had also been tied at the
knees, calves ankles and mid-thigh.  Carefully, she tried to move her legs and
found that any movement tightened the noose around her neck.  She was loosely
hog-tied and any movement, any movement at all, would tighten the noose around
her neck strangle her.  It sent a stab of fear through her gut, twisting and
tightening her involuntary muscles.  It also brought a tangible tingle in her
cunt.

This was the treatment she had unconsciously longed for all her life.  She
couldn't explain it.  That's just the way she was put together inside.

She slowly turned her head to look around the cabin.  She could see nothing.  The
cabin was dark and she was looking directly into the wall.

She heard Sam come back into the cabin.   He was stomping his feet on the porch
outside to clean most of the mud and dirt off his boots.  The door squeaked open
and footsteps wandered around the room as he first set down the sacks of
groceries he had just purchased, then checked on the fire in the stove and other
details.  The footsteps stopped by the bed.

Karin craned her neck around to look up at him.  She looked in his eyes, worrying
that she had displeased him somehow. But he was not angry.  Not as far as she
could tell, anyway.  He stood there with a strange questioning look in his eyes,
as if he was trying to find an answer in her eyes to a question he didn’t want to
ask.

Sam was carefully watching her to see what her reaction to her situation would
be.  He was mildly concerned that he might have gone too far this time.  He
needn’t have worried.  He had way of knowing that this young woman’s capacity for
pain, especially when that pain was inflicted by him, was made almost endless by
her growing love for him.  He could have done anything to her.  Much more than he
had so far.  But they had only just begun.

Permanent damage was not his style.  He had a dark need to inflict pain, yes, but
it was pain with a purpose and with willing participants.  The pain he gave to
his partners when they were in the city was mostly a game of control or
domination.  He loved the feeling of total control.

Up here in the cabin, it was different.  Here it was not a game.  He didn’t bring
just anyone up here.  Here he bared his soul, and gave vent to the raging
darkness in him.  It was controlled, yes, even calm.  But not cold.  It was as if
his total emotions were brought boiling to the surface to be poured out on his
partner.  This time, it was just a young girl.  He questioned again his decision
to bring one so inexperienced to his particular hell.  That thought quelled the
rising tide of emotions.  What if...?

She saw his face was somber.  The first thought through her mind was that
something was wrong with him or that she had displeased him. "Is everything OK?"
she asked.

He gave a half laugh.  "You tell me!"

She looked surprised.  Why shouldn’t she be OK?  "You mean with me?  Sure, I'm
fine, but I mean, is everything OK with you?  You're not mad at me are you?"

He grinned down at the bound girl.  "Yeah, everything's fine...”  He reached down
and ran his fingertips lightly over the curve of her ass.  You couldn’t see the
marks he had put there just last night.  He was pleased with his skill, even with
crude homemade whips.  He continued, “...and, ‘No’, I'm not mad at you."

He turned and gestured toward the stove.  "Are you hungry? I ran down the
mountain to get some food for us.  We may be here a while."

She had not noticed her hunger, but now that he mentioned it, she was famished. 
"Yes, I guess I am at that.  Would you like me to fix it?"

He busied himself with the ropes that bound her.

"No.  I want you to rest up some more.  If you go out side, there is a little
steam around back.  A little way down it widens into a pool where you can clean
up.  Go for a swim and freshen up.  Follow the trail around to the left and be
back in about half an hour, OK?  Stay on the trail, and you won’t get lost."

She clumsily got to her feet.  She had been bound in one position or another for
so long that the muscles her legs and arms were cramped and the joints stiff.  He
helped her walk around the cabin until she was a bit steadier on her feet.  She
was still wearing the high heels she had on last night.

He tossed her a towel and a bar of soap.  A stinging slap on her fanny sent her
scurrying out the cabin door.  She had 30 minutes to herself.  She sensed it
would be a mistake to be even a minute late.

It was a beautiful afternoon in the high mountains.  The crisp clean air filled
her lungs as she wandered down the path to the pond.  The path was clear, but a
little overgrown.  She hugged herself with happiness.  She had never felt so free
or happy before.  She was naked in the outdoors, and she didn’t mind at all.  He
had sent her out this way.  It was what he wanted.  She laughed out loud. Sam
would probably not have understood the reason behind that delightful sound coming
from her.  She had found a man who understood her, who had taken her to heights
she had never imagined, who had answered her unasked questions, and, most
importantly, who had fucked her beyond her wildest dreams.  She trusted Sam.  She
laughed again as she realized she also loved him madly.

The water in the deep mountain pool was cold and clear. The steam was glacier
fed, and this high up the sun didn’t have much chance to warm the icy waters. 
Karin put down the towel, set the soap on the bank within easy reach and dove
into the deepest part of the pool.  The shock of the cold water wiped all other
thoughts from her mind and all traces of pain from her system.  She burst to the
surface, gasping for air.

The penetrating cold caused her nipples to go rigid, but not with excitement.  It
was damn cold, and her skin felt like it wanted to crawl off her body and head
for the warmth of the stove.  Especially the tormented areas, like her nipples.
The spear of wood was still through the one. Now that she could get her hands up
to her tits to move them around, she took the time to looked at her wounded bud
more closely

It had been a sliver from a hardwood tree, a clean, slender piece of wood with no
little barbs.  The wood pierced her rosy button right through the center of the
body of it on a horizontal axis.  Sam had obviously cleaned it, but he had left
the sliver in.  The small shaft held her one nipple out in a constant state of
semi-erection.  A light fingertip to the tip of the pierced nipple brought a
shudder.

"He must want it to stay," she thought.

Getting the bar of soap, she stood thigh high in the frigid water and lathered
her body, careful not to disturb the wooden skewer.  She didn't notice any
remarkable soreness or bruising on her body as she soaped up, evidence of the
mastery and skill of her tormentor.  She hugged herself in her giddiness at the
thought that he must really care for her.

She stood and breathed in the clean mountain air, now carrying the clean smell of
the soap.  It was a manly scent and reminded her of the smell of Sam.  She
desperately wanted to be completely his, to remove all the traces of herself,
even down to removing her own scent.  She lathered up her hair with the soap to
remove the traces of her shampoo, piling and scrubbing the soapy tresses on her
head in a twisting motion.  When she had soaped up all she could, she dove back
under the icy waters and rinsed her glowing body.

The icy waters numbed her after a while and she was able to stay in the pool. 
She floated on her back, happily looking up at the fluffy white clouds as they
chased each other across the sky.  She was happy, relaxed and at peace.

The refreshed young woman got out of the pool, dried off and then wrapped her
hair in the towel.  She wore it like a turban as she made her way back up the
winding path to the cabin.  She walked proudly, her breast thrust out, her head
high, her nakedness a badge of love.  She had no idea what would happen next, but
she was not worried.  She trusted Sam.

When she entered the door, the first thing Sam noticed was that the wooden dart
was still in her nipple.  He grinned to himself.  "Good," he thought to himself. 
"I'm glad I went back to get that equipment.  I just may be able to use it
again."

His prick lurched in his pants as he watched the young girl sit quietly by the
fire, drying her hair with the heat from the cheery blaze.  She was so trusting
with him.  He began to feel a stirring of emotion toward Karin that was foreign
to him, but not all that unwelcome, either.  Her complete trust in him stirred
his paternal instincts.  Maybe it was her youth, her innocence.  He didn’t know. 
It wouldn't stop him from carrying out plans he had for her, but now he rethought
them to make sure he took the extra effort to make special for her.  To his
surprise, he found that he was looking forward to it being special for him, too.

He went back over their brief history in his mind as he watched her finish drying
her hair.  There wasn’t much to review.  He had seen her once before last night
and lusted after her body.  Then she had stepped off the elevator. She looked so
scared, so fragile, so trusting of him as he introduced himself.  She had been so
fucking beautiful.  He realized it was at that moment she had captured his heart.
It was something about the look in her eyes, her willingness to please him, her
wanton display of sensual pleasure and pain - this girl was special and he
responded strongly to that specialness.

Sam finished preparing the meal in a pensive mood.  The scene was very domestic,
not at all the way things normally went up here.  Definitely not what he had
imagined it would be like.  He shook his head to break away from these tender
thoughts, and caught her eye with the motion.  She saw him looking at her and
smiled at him.  Her smile was radiant, open and honestly happy.

He motioned her over to the table, indicating the chair where he wished her to
sit.  She rose and came over to him, her heels clacking lightly on the rough
stone floor.  He helped her into her seat gently, careful not to jar her tit with
the pierced nipple.  She noticed his attempts and playfully punched at him.

"Oh, come on silly, I won't break.  You should know that by now, don't you?" He
blushed sheepishly that she had seen through him so easily.  He got serious. 
"Karin, I just want to be sure that this is what you want.  It can be rough. 
Very rough. If you want to stop now, just say so and we'll go back to the city."

She looked at him curiously.  "Do you have something else planned to do to me? 
Something you want to do?"

He slowly nodded his head.

"Is it something special?  Something you haven’t done before or, maybe, ... very
often?"  She blushed at her brazen attempt to find out if he had had others up
here. She knew he probably had.  But the curiosity had just leaked out of her
mouth.

"Yes."  He didn’t which part of the question he was answering.

She looked at him steadily.  "Then I want to do it."

"Don't you want to know what it is before you decide that?"

She paused before answering him.  "Will it excite you?"

"Yes."

"Will you fuck me?" she continued, teasing him with the game they had started at
the dance.

"Yes," he grinned back.

"Hard?" she whispered, her eyes closing dreamily.

"And long," came the reply as he leaned into her and kissed her tenderly.

"Often, too, I hope,” she giggled, adding another line to their special dialog. 
She tipped her head back, lifting her face to his.  “God, I love your cock!  Does
that make me bad?"  She giggled again into his mouth as they kissed, their
tongues dueling playfully.

The light dinner he had prepared was a delightful affair, quiet banter back and
forth.  Were it not for the setting and her dress, it could have been the first
date it actually was.  Sam discovered much more about her than she did about him.
 He was pleased to find a quick wit and a sharp, but untrained, mind sitting
across from him. Somehow, that increased her appeal to him.  He marveled that she
could sit there, unconcerned about her nakedness, totally at ease.

The food was gone, the table had been cleared and the dishes cleaned and neatly
put away.  He had postponed the next session as long as he could, and they both
knew it. He walked quietly over, sat in the big chair by the fire, and stared
into it, thinking.  He pulled out a worn pipe and filled it with his favorite
blend.  There were too many places in the city he couldn’t enjoy a leisurely bowl
full of tobacco, too many sensitive pink lungs he could infuriate.  This was the
only place he could smoke, and not worry about it.  He was also putting off the
inevitable.

Karin stood quietly behind his chair, watching him struggle with his decision. 
She took the opportunity to drink in some of the details about him she had not
had a chance to before.  The way his lightly graying hair curled up over the
collar of his flannel shirt.  His hair was tousled now, not perfectly groomed as
it had been at the dance.  The touch of silver was just at his temples, giving
him a wise, distinguished look.  She could see why he was successful in banking. 
He just looked like you could trust him with your money.

She followed the curve of his neck across his broad shoulders.  She had never
seen a man with such strong shoulder and arms.  She was not small, but he had
lifted her as if she had been as light as a cheerleader.  His strong hands were
holding his pipe.  No, they were caressing it, making love to the carved burl
wood.

She sighed softly to herself.  Men were so easy to read. Well, this one was,
anyway.  Karin had watched Sam’s emotions change over the last 24 hours.  The
change was as obvious to her as if she was watching a television drama. It must
be a natural female ability.  She had sensed that he was in love with her even
before they came to the mountains.  She thought it was kind of funny, in a way.
Now that this big strong man had feelings for her, he couldn't continue and give
her what she really wanted. What she needed.

She went over to him and sat on the arm of the chair. "Sam?  I could be naughty
if it would help you.  I'm already stark naked.  See?”  She lifted her uninjured
tit to his lips.  He blew a ring of smoke that settled around the succulent
flesh.

“And I've already fucked you."  She reached between her legs and spread her lips
wide apart, giving him a glimpse at the moist cavern of her desires.

She moved her hands into his lap and loosened his belt. His pants opened as she
slowly lowered the zipper, tantalizing them both.  She slipped her soft hand
inside. Grasping the shaft of his stiffened cock, she pumped it up and down. 
Freeing his prick from his pants, she got off the arm of the chair and knelt in
between his legs.

Looking up into his steady eyes, she said, "If you'll tell me what to do, I'll be
a naughty girl and lick it for you. I’ll be anything you want me to be."  She
leaned forward and placed a kiss on the tip of his cock.  A clear drop of pre-cum
was pooling in the pee slit, and she stuck out her tongue to lick it up.  The
salty flavor sent shivers down her back.

He looked down at the blonde head slowly engulfing his cock.  “You’ll really be
anything I want?”

She nodded, not taking her mouth off him.

“Would you be my sex slave, my sex toy, a whipping post for my darkest
fantasies?”

She halted her movements on his cock.  He could feel her shudder, her hands
tightening slightly on his scrotum.  She looked up, tears in her eyes.  “If you
would have me. Yes.”  They were tears of joy.

“Good.  That’s what I want.  You are my slave.”  He settled himself in his chair.
 “Just keep doing what you’re doing, slave.”

"Like this?” she asked coyly.  She leaned forward and kissed his prick again,
this time circling the head with her tongue after.  "Was that good?"

"Shit, slave,” he bellowed gruffly.  “Will you quit teasing me?"

"But Sam...”

“SILENCE!”

Her eyes opened wide.  He was into the ‘game’ now.  He sounded serious, not just
gruff.  Something warned her not to push him.  She waited silently for him to
continue.

“First, let’s get something straight.  I am not ‘Sam.’  We both know that.  I
will tell you later what my name is, but for now, you can call me ‘Sir’ or
‘Master.’  Second, you do not speak unless spoken to.  Not a word, unless I give
you permission.  Third, and most important, you are here for my pleasure, not
yours.  Unless I allow you up, you will kneel on the floor, by my side.”

His stern voice filled her being, carrying her along into this new definition of
her roles.  She had heard nothing she could object to.  She was his to command,
his toy to play with, his body to beat.

“That will do for now.  I will inform you of other rules as you break them.  You
will remember them better after you have been severely punished for displeasing
me.”  He smiled as he felt her tremble at this last part.  “Believe me, slave,
you do not want to be punished.  You will not enjoy it.”

She continued to hold his large cock in her mouth, and after a while he noticed
she was not doing much with it. Like she didn’t know what felt good to him.  He
tapped her lightly on the top of her head to get her attention.

“You call that a blow job?  Explain yourself and your poor performance!”

Her eyes lowered and he could see tears forming.  She had been trying to please
him.  When she first started speaking, it was so soft that he couldn’t hear her.

“Speak up, slave.  When you have the opportunity to be heard, I don’t want to
have to listen to you twice!”

I’m sorry, Sir.  I truly am.  I've only done this once before.  That was last
night when you spanked me so nicely. I want to do it right, so it will be good
for you.  Please, Sir.  You'll have to tell me what to do."

He looked down and saw the hurt in her eyes.  "She really doesn't know how!" he
thought, amazed at her innocence and unspoiledness.

"You're doing fine, Honey," he said aloud.  The term of endearment slipped out so
naturally he didn't even notice.

Karin did hear it.  Her ears burned and her eyes brightened as she approached his
prick again.  With patience and caring, he instructed her between his groans of
pleasure how to suck him off the way he liked to be sucked.  She was a willing
student, often going above and beyond the call of duty, even to the point of
forcing herself to take him down her throat.  After a while it was easier and
almost seemed natural.

His load of cum pumped deep into her throat.  Karin quickly pulled back so that
just his swollen head remained in her mouth.  She sucked voraciously on the
spewing organ as he had instructed her earlier and milked it dry.  She pulled
back when he was done and rolled the sticky white fluid around her mouth with her
tongue, savoring it as would a connoisseur.

He watched her with a wry smile.  “Do you like the taste, slave?”

"Ummmm, yes, Sir.  It tastes good.  I liked it," she announced.  "Sir?” she asked
him quietly.

He nodded for her to continue.

“Sir, do all men taste the same?"

Her innocent question made him burst out in laughter, doubling over in the chair.

She got a hurt, pouty look on her face.  She thought he was making fun of her. 
He lifted her up onto his lap, settling her down with his still erect cock
trapped between her thighs.  He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face
in her hair.

"I don't know the answer to that, Honey, uh, slave.  I've never tasted another
man, or even myself."

"Oh.  Yes, Sir.

“Sir?” she asked a moment later.

He again nodded.

“Sir?  I know I’m not very smart or sexy, but I really want to learn about
things.  Please don't make fun of me, OK? That hurts too much.  In here."  She
pointed to her heart.

"I know it hurts.  I would never intentionally hurt you that way.  Never. 
Sometimes the things you say make me laugh, though.  It’s because you are so
innocent, not because you are dumb."

They sat in comfortable silence for several minutes.

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

“Are we talking now, or do I still have to be quiet all the time”

He grinned at her sincere face.  “You may speak, slave, but do not try my
patience with trivia!”  He slapped her bare asscheek for emphasis.

"Will you really punish me if I displease you?"

He squeezed her tight.  “Karin, I don't want to hurt you. I care about you too
much."

"I know you care about me, Sir.  I’ve known that when you danced with me."  She
reached down and grasped his throbbing cock that was nestled between her thighs. 
"I also know you want to hurt me.”  She caressed his hardness, feeling the
hotness.  “It excites you."  She gave it another squeeze.  "It's all right.  I
don’t mind.”  She looked up at him.  “You can do anything you want to me.  I want
you to."  She paused.  "I, uh, I-I-I love you, Sir."

With that, she lowered her head and watched her hand stroke his cock.

"And I like it, too," she added quietly, “when you hurt me, when you like when
you hurt me.  Looking up, she asked, a plea for understanding in her eyes, "Does
that make me weird or something?"”

If he hadn't loved her before, he did now.  His heart softened as the beautiful
young girl on his lap confessed her love to him.  After he had beat her.  Asking
him for more.  What more could he ask for in a woman?

He reached around and cupped the pierced breast.  He gradually squeezed the soft
flesh until she squirmed against his lap, his cock inching its way towards her
cunt.

"Ummmmm.  Yessss."  The feeling that he was back in control filled her with a
glow that started the fires burning in her belly.

He reached out and gently grasped the piece of wood piercing her nipple by the
two ends.  She inhaled through her clenched teeth but did not pull away.  She
looked up at him and smiled.

"It's OK.  Really.  Play with it."  She pushed her chest into his hand in
invitation.

He slowly twisted the wood around like a tiny propeller. She squeezed her eyes
shut and arched her back into the pain as it gradually built, burning, twisting
at the tip of her tit.  She bit her tongue to keep from screaming.  She didn't
want to stop him because of her cries.

The nipple snapped back to its normal position when he let go.  She sagged into
his chest, gasping for air.  She had climaxed hard.  There was a wet spot on his
pants leg where she was sitting.  She felt the spot grow as more cunt juice
leaked out.

Karin looked down and shifted her buttocks to see the stain.  "Oooohhhhhh, now
you're going to have to punish me, huh, Sir?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes, now you're really going to get it," he grinned back.

Chapter 7

Standing up suddenly, he deposited her unceremoniously on the floor.  "Stay
there!" he said commanded.

Karin smiled to herself, the tingles starting already.  Her man was back to
normal.  Or what passed as normal for their relationship.  She didn't want him to
be gentle when he needed to be rough.  That just made him confused.  There would
be a lot time for gentleness - for 'normal' sex - later, she was sure.  Right
now, she wanted him to be her master, her tormentor.

Sam walked over to a pile of equipment in the back of the room and selected
several items.  Coming back to where she sat on the floor, he gave her a single
hand motion.  She stood.  He led her out onto the wide porch across the front of
the cabin.  A twirling of his finger and she turned to face away from him.  She
had tried to read his face to see what was coming, but he had kept all expression
off his face.  He had also kept his body between her eyes and the equipment in
his hand.  Karin sighed and tried to relax, but the excitement kept her dancing
from foot to foot.

“Stay still, slave!  I’m not going to chase you around the room.”

She grinned to herself, teasing him with her swaying hips. An unfamiliar ‘whoosh’
preceded an incredible stinging pain on her buttocks.  She yowled and grasped her
burning ass cheeks with both hands.  Her eyes were squeezed shut, trying to block
out the pain.

Roughly, one of her wrists was grabbed and pulled away from her soothing efforts.
 He fastened a thick, wide cuff around the wrist and laced it on.  It was more
like a bowling glove with a thumbhole but the thumb and palm exposed.  That hand
was dropped and the other fitted with a similar glove.

He reached behind him and pulled over one of the benches that lined the porch. 
He manhandled her until she was standing on the bench.  Because of her height,
her head was close to one of the large crossbeams that held up the roof. He stood
on the chair behind her.  A brief squeeze of his arms around her reassured her. 
She closed her eyes as she leaned back into him.  The moment passed quickly.

He shuffled her forward until she was on the end of the bench.  He lifted her
right arm up and out.  He hooked a ring on the back of the gloves to a clip on
the outermost crossbeam. She had not noticed the rings on the gloves. Her arm was
stretched out wide to the side and to the front.  Her left hand was raised and
clipped, her arm stretched out wide to the other side.  Satisfied she was secure,
Sam stepped down off the low bench and retrieved another piece of equipment.  She
felt him step back up behind her.

He ran his hands up her exposed sides deliberately, feeling each rib carefully as
he advanced up and around towards the undersides of her tits.  The air she took
into her lungs went no farther down than his hands.  By the time he lightly
touched the bottom of her breasts she could barely breathe.  Her breath was
coming in short gasps.  He kissed the top of each bare shoulder until she calmed
down. Reluctantly taking his hands from her chest, he pulled her hair back,
tilting her face up.  Her mouth dropped open.

He gently inserted a large rubber ball into her mouth.  It was the same one he
had used the night before.  He had fashioned it into a ballgag now.  He pulled
the ends behind her neck and tied them tight.  Her mouth was stuffed.  He could
feel her groaning now that the gag was in place, but he could hear nothing.

Sam stepped down off the bench.  He walked around in front of her, going down the
two steps to the ground to do so. Her hips were at shoulder height.  He grasped
her around her waist, lifted her feet off the bench and slowly lowered her until
she was holding her weight entirely by her gloved wrists.  Her bare feet dangled
several inches off the ground and out away from the floor of the porch.  If she
had been aware of it, she had a beautiful view down the mountain towards a deep
blue lake in the distance.

He walked back into the cabin, mostly to calm himself. Something about seeing her
that way excited him in a way nothing else had.  And he hadn’t even started
whipping her yet.  Just the one stripe of the riding crop crossed her perfect
white hemispheres.  He had to get himself under control, or he could easily hurt
her, leave a permanent scar.  He had, in the passed, left his ‘mark’ on a special
woman or two.  But it wasn’t a scar caused by a poorly wielded whip.  He picked
up his pipe.  He hadn’t finished smoking it, as he had been interrupted, albeit,
not rudely.

Sitting down in his chair he looped his legs over the arm so that he was looking
out the door of the cabin.  He re- lit the old pipe, gazing quietly out the door
as the aromatic smoke filled the cabin and beyond, calming him. The sight of the
naked girl hanging from the roof of his porch pleased him.  He had dreamed of
doing this, but had never done it before.  The imagery of whipping a naked woman
hanging exposed to the wide outdoors appealed to his sense of the twisted and the
absurd.  It was fantasy come to life.  One of his oldest and dearest.

He knocked his pipe against his palm when it was empty to clear the bowl. 
Thoughtfully he put it back in the sealed humidor to protect it from drying out
in the thin mountain air.  The moisture-tight seal closed with a ‘click’.

Karin heard him move away from her, leaving her hanging by her wrists.  She was
thankful he had used the wide cuffs. The extra width and strong lacing provided
support over a greater area and didn’t cut off the blood flow.  She wiggled her
fingers occasionally, and couldn’t sense any signs of circulatory distress.  She
had heard him move away, then there was silence.  For a while, the only sounds
she could hear were the sounds of her body, her heart beating, the blood
whistling through her aorta, the gurgling of gas.  Then she heard the birds
calling out, but buzzing of the millions of insects.  She heard the underbrush
rustle as something slithered or crawled nearby. The sun heated the board in the
roof and they cracked with expansion.  The world of nature, when you get out away
from the city, is a noisy place.

She had smelled the smoke from his pipe as it drifted out the cabin door.  Its
sweet pungent odor enveloped her mind, giving her visions of golden forests,
crisp autumn walks hand-in-hand, cheerleaders and football games.  The invisible
tendrils of smoke wove their magic in her brain, binding her tighter to her
mystery man.

The ‘click’ of the humidor in the silent mountain air sounded like a gunshot.  He
was moving again!  She braced herself as best she could, but she had no idea what
was coming.  Only that one stoke that still burned across her butt.

Her arms ached now, the muscles and tendons being stretched more than usual.  She
tried not to kick her feet as any motions tormented her already stressed
shoulders and arms. She strained to hear him, to find out where he was, and
perhaps that way get an idea of what he was going to do.

Sam slipped off his loafers, then his socks.  The cool stone of the cabin floor
felt good against his feet.  The bare wood on the porch itched a little as he
stepped quietly out of the cabin.  He wasn’t intending to sneak up on her.  He
knew that after a while, the pain would focus the mind, much like meditation.  He
did not want to disturb Karin’s focus.  Just yet.

When nothing happened and no sounds were made to give away his position, Karin’s
mind wandered to the scene in front of her.  She saw the lake in the distance
more clearly than ever before.  The trees were so clear; she could see each
needle, each leaf, and each branch.  She saw the tiny animals; the ones no one
ever saw because they never moved if they thought you were there.  Their tiny
bodies darted back and forth, as if they needed to be in two places at once.  She
wondered at the color of their fur, puzzling that it looked so soft and...

RED!!!!

Karin shook her head.  Where did that come from?  She looked back up at the pink
clouds.  There were red tinges to all the leaves.  What was...

WHITE!!!!

Now the sunlight reflecting off the shimmering leaves left white spots in her
eyes.  Karin’s dulled pain receptors were coming back on line, but her mind was
fighting it. The colors were too pretty.  She had never seen such vivid colors
before.  The REDS!!! and GREENS!!!! and BLUES!!!! filled her mind with rainbows.

On the sixth stroke, she heard the soft ‘whoosh’ just before the supple crop
caressed the bottom crease of her ass, just above her thighs.  A trickle of pain
leaked through the rainbows.  It was the beginning of the dam breaking.  She
struggled to hold on to the various colors, and managed to find a couple images
she could retain. These she wrapped in her memory, holding them tight as her
lover covered her naked exposed bottom with stripe after burning stripe.

When he could stand it no longer, he moved behind her and thrust his steel shaft
into her compliant anus.  She did not resist him, but he used no lubrication
except the sweat that dripped down her back and into her ass crack.  It was
insufficient to ease his way.  He forced his way into her burning ass one
centimeter at a time.  He went slowly, almost leisurely.  There was no hurry now,
no urgency. There was no need to conquer, no reason to hurt.  What was important
was to possess this woman completely.

When he was finally inside her to the hilt, he fucked in and out of her clasping
hole.  He was not necessarily gentle, but he did not want to tear her apart
either.  He grunted into her ear when he came, filling her back passage with his
spunk.  He wasn’t sure if she came or not.  It wasn’t important right then.

He pulled out with a soft ‘plok’.  The acrid smell of feces drifted up between
them.  He grinned, thinking that he would always think of this moment when he
took a shit from now on.  It was not an unpleasant prospect.

He retrieved the riding crop from where it lay.  Karin was back in her own world
now.  The ass-fuck had not hurt her, not like it could have.  She had not found
this one that enjoyable, but she was there for his pleasure.  She cried a little
when she felt him spurt his seed in her rectum, because now he would leave her. 
She didn’t fear what would come next.  She just missed him inside her.

She was not aware of the stripes rising along her back until they reached her
kidneys.  She was being thoroughly flayed as he worked his way up her back.  By
the time he had reached the midpoint, he was hard again, hard enough to take her.
 He methodically finished pummeling her back from her sacrum to the shoulders.

He dropped the whip and entered her once more.  This time his prior deposit eased
his entry.  This time he did not hold back.  His fucking was frenzied, frantic,
maniacal. He was a madman, a throwback to earlier times.  He grunted and howled
as he took his pleasure in her hanging, beaten body.  The primitive urges that
overtook him would have shamed him at any other time.  They were the urges that
civilization made laws against, to prevent moral decay. These urges he vented on
her defenseless body until, once again he released his cum into her with a howl
that set the hairs on her arms on end.  It was the call of the wild and she
responded to it.

Karin had felt the blows coming higher on her back and had flipped her head back
and forth.  Not in pain, but to clear her long hair from her back, giving him a
clear shot.  She urged him on, willed him to sate himself on her body, in her
body.  She did not feel the pain anymore, not even the aches in her arms.  She
could feel the thud and hear the slap as the crop landed solidly on her back, but
there was no stinging pain.  She knew in the back of her mind that her brain had
shut down to protect itself, but she wondered why she was still conscious.  Who
could she ask who would know?

When he entered her a second time, she was ready for him. She relaxed her anus as
much as she could to ease his entry.  She pushed back as much as she could with
each forward thrust of his pelvis.  When he came, so did she, in a satisfying
quiet flutter of her pelvic muscles.  In a way, it was the best orgasm she had
ever had.  It had been for his pleasure, and because of his pleasure.  It pleased
her that he had found satisfaction in her again.

Sam stood back and looked at the figure hanging there.  In the dying light of the
day, the red blotches looked less angry, the raised purple welts looked black. 
As he took a moment from answering the call of the primitive urges, he examined
her back and buttocks for breaks.  There were none.  She would hurt, but she
would not be scarred.

In the silence, he moved up behind her.  His intentions were just to hold her, to
quiet her down, then, perhaps, if she would have him, make love to her.  He had
had his fantasy.  And more.  He reached around her and held her lightly, not
putting too much pressure on her inflamed back.

Karin felt him there.  She knew, somehow, he was not finished.  There was more in
him, more anger, darkness, something.  He needed to release it, to find his
limits, too.  To relish the release of his dark side, and savor the taste of it. 
She needed it, too.  She felt his limp cock up against her butt.  It took every
ounce of will power and muscle control she had, but she pressed her tender ass
back against that slick smelly cock.  Slowly she enticed it to a turgid state,
half hard, half soft.  Feeling her efforts paying off, she redoubled them,
becoming almost frantic, begging for more from him.  He left tears on her
shoulders as he moved back from behind her.

There was no place else to attack her luscious body but in the backs but her
legs.  He was not unfamiliar with whipping lower limbs, but he was tired.  He
needed to be extra careful not to hit the tendons in the backs of her knees.  He
decided the best approach was to go down one, the back up the other.  So he beat
her that way, using a backhand/forehand cycle.  Only the fastest moving part of
the riding crop, the tip, met her taut flesh.  Deep red welts rose up in a
herring bone pattern down one thigh, across the knee, down her long calf to her
heel.

His cock was hard again, much to his amazement.  He had never been able to
perform like this.  She incited him, inflamed him, inflated him as no one had. 
He was beyond his fantasies now.  Her remaining unblemished skin drove him on
like an unfinished work of art.  Meticulously he matched the stokes on the first
leg, duplicating them in reverse order on the other.  He ended with two stokes,
one to her outer thigh, the other splashing in the flow of cum, her cum, running
down her legs.

Throwing the crop out into the clearing in front of the cabin, he took her again.
 Again, he took her in the ass. This time he took her soul, her very being and
made it sing.  They moved together, joined in that obscene, depraved union until
he emitted his essence into her once more.  He stayed embedded within her long
after he had cum, her compressions and spasms holding him captive.  She seemed to
cum forever, the spastic clenching on his raw prick seeming beg him for more. 
They stayed together like that until he realized she had fallen asleep, hanging
from her wrists on the front porch.  He pulled out of her still- clasping anus,
sat down on the rough-hewn floor, and watched his lady love drift into dreamless
sleep.

It had been better than any fantasy he had ever had.  He tipped his head back
against the wall of the cabin, deep in thought.

Chapter 8

The first rays of the sun peeked over the cabin, dulling the darkness with a
muddy light.  The stars winked out of sight behind the bluing sky.

Karin lurched awake with a small cry.  Her chin had settled on her sternum as she
slept and the spittle from her mouth had run down between her breasts.  The
rivulet of moisture chilled her as it dried in the early morning mountain air.
She went to wipe up the dribble off her chin, but her arms wouldn’t move.  The
memory of the night before came rushing back to her.  She opened her eyes and
looked at her hands. She was still suspended from the rafter on the porch.

As she slowly came awake, she took stock of the changes in her condition from
last night.  The gag was gone.  She was not hanging freely as her feet were
resting on one of the benches from the porch.  What surprised her most was that
there was no pain in her back, her legs or her ass.  If she were not still
hanging where he had put her the evening before, she might have thought it was a
dream.  But it had been real.  Her vaginal muscles still twitched, as they had
all night long, the nerves firing randomly as they tried to catch up to the
intensity of what she had been feeling. The was only so much adrenaline to go
around, though, so they stored up their impulses and then fired later as her body
labored to fill in the backlog of adrenaline.

Sam had heard her cry out as she came awake.  He had debated long and hard about
leaving her strung up, but in the end, her peaceful slumber was the deciding
factor.  She needed to rest to allow her body to recover from what she had gone
through.

He had removed the ballgag and placed the bench under her feet.  Then he had
taken a moist towel and cleaned her up, drying her with a big fluffy towel so she
wouldn’t chill in the night air.  After she was clean, he took some salves he had
had specially made up.  One of the other men in the ‘Presidents Club’ was a major
pharmaceutical manufacturer. His research facilities were able to combine the
right ingredients to get the effect Sam wanted.  He didn’t know what was in the
stuff, but it did what he wanted.

The salve he had put on Karin’s back reduced the pain, primarily.  It had
antibiotic properties, incase one of the wounds broke open.  It also reduced any
swelling.

Consequently, Karin looked like shit from the back, but she felt a lot better
than she looked.  He knew she still needed the time to heal, but wanted to wait
to see how she reacted before coddling her, as he knew she would claim he had
done.

Karin felt his touch as he came up and stood behind her. She automatically spread
her feet on the bench, widening her ass cheeks to give him access.

“Good morning, Karin.  How are you feeling?”

“This slave feels glorious, Sir.  Thank you for asking. And...”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for last night, Sir.  I hope I did not disappoint you.  I should not
have fallen asleep.  I promise to do better next time.”

Her words shook him.  It had not been a game to her.  She was still his slave,
still acting or pretending to be.  Or she thought he had really meant that that
was what he wanted of her.  He was silent as he rested his head on her shoulder. 
She turned her face to his but couldn’t focus her eyes because of his nearness to
her.

“Karin.  You were wonderful.  Beyond my wildest hopes and dreams.  I have never
had a night like last night.”

“I am happy for you, Sir.  I, uh, I enjoyed it, too.”  Her head tipped over to
the side and rested up against his. “Sir? I, uh, ummm.”

“What is it, Karin?”

“Well, I, uh, well, are we, umm, are you going to do me, Sir?  I mean, well, it’s
OK and all, but, uh, if you aren’t, you may want to move your feet before I,
ummmm, well, Sir, I have to go real bad.”

With two ‘clicks’ her wrists were freed from the rafter. He caught her in his
strong arms as she collapsed, her ankles and knees refusing to hold her weight. 
He managed to grab the roll of toilet paper that hung on its customary nail on
the porch rail and headed with her into the brush. He found a clearing and gently
settled her into a crouch.

She rested on her haunches, her feet and knees spread wide. He crouched in front
of her, holding both her hands in his to give her support so she wouldn’t keel
over backwards. She was embarrassed by his scrutiny at first and couldn’t release
the fluid in her bladder.  As he continued to hold her and look into her eyes, a
tiny hissing indicated the release of the urine.

His eyes turned downward, his curiosity overcoming his control.  She urinated for
several moments during which time he watched her genitals intently.  When she was
done, he gathered both her hands in one of his.  He took several sheets of tissue
and blotted her dry.  He looked back up at her to see she had blushed a deep
crimson at the intimacy he had taken with her.

He helped her stand up.  Her legs seemed able to hold her now.  He took the
shovel he kept in the clearing and turned the soil so the wet tissue and the
damped ground were buried.  The bacteria in the soil could break down the faster
when it was covered.  And it didn’t blow all over, either.

“Are you finished?” he asked her.

She looked at him quizzically.

“Number two?  Do you have to poop, crap, shit, build a dung heap, dump a load,
float a log...?”

She was laughing as he tapered off.  Her musical laughter was infectious and soon
he was grinning, too.  He had been trying to be so serious.

“No, I don’t.  Not yet, anyway.  But if you want to wipe that, too, I can try...”
she said coyly.

He growled at her in mock anger and swept her back up in his arms.  She wrapped
her arms around his neck and snuggled into his broad chest.  As he started back
to the cabin, his foot caught an errant root and he stumbled slightly.  She
tightened her grip around his neck.  He caught his balance and stopped, swearing
quietly under his breath.

“Sir?”

“Huh, what?”

“I think I can walk, Sir.  You do not need to carry me.”

He looked at her serious face.  His mood softened.  “I know, Honey.  But I want
to.”

He stood there quietly for a moment staring at her face, memorizing its shape,
the color of her eyes, and the innocence he saw there.  She watched him looking
at her, nervous at first.  A lingering kiss to her nose, then one to each of her
eyes, then one in the center of her forehead brought a contented sigh from her
and she relaxed under his inspection.

She peeked out of one eye, squinting up at his face to see if he was still
looking at her.  He was.  With an impish wiggle, she cleared her throat.

“Uh, Sir?”

“Yes, Honey?”

“Ummm, I could go pee again.  If you wanted to play with me down there again,
that is...”  She squeezed both her eyes shut tight, not wanting to see his
reaction.  She missed a very adolescent blush, she having caught him out on an
irresistible impulse.  It had been a spur of the moment thing that, in
retrospect, was probably not the thing to do.  He decided to play along.

“Uh, yeah, I’d like that.”  He set her down and positioned them as they had been
before.  This time he did not look at her face, just down at her cunt.  Karin
worked for about three minutes before a tiny dribble emerged.

“That’s it?”

“Yes.  I’m sorry, Sir.  I’ll do better later.  After breakfast...?”

He blotted her dry again, this time spending more time than necessary fondling
her.  Her breathing was ragged when he finished.

“Hmmm.  I can’t seem to keep it dry.  It seems to be seeping something from down
here.”  He emphasized his point by inserting his finger into her damp pussy.  She
gasped at his invasion of her but stayed as she was, with her knees spread wide
to give him access.  He fingerfucked her until her eyes rolled up into her head. 
She shuddered satisfactorily.

Sam helped her up, and she stood, weaving from side to side.  He turned and
started up the path.

“Sir!” came her panicked voice from behind him.

He turned and saw her leaning heavily against a convenient tree.  He cocked his
head, silently asking her what was wrong.

“I-I-I-I’ll take that offer of a ride, if it’s still open. My legs don’t seem to
want to work...”  Her voice tapered off as she started to slump to the ground.

He reached out and caught her before she hit the ground. He lifted her again and
carried her limp form to the cabin. There he gently laid her on the cot.  She
felt his tears as they ran down his face and dripped on her naked body.  She felt
a certain sadness he was crying for her, but her lassitude wouldn’t let her
generate the effort to show she cared.

Over the next 24 hours, she allowed him to care for her completely, even letting
him clean her ass without comment when she had to shit.  He did not make love to
her that night.  He wrapped her in his arms and rocked her back and forth in his
big chair all night long.  She was feeling much better by then, but he didn’t
trust that either of them would be able refrain from sex if they were both in the
cot.  As it was, her soft hand worked down into his shorts and claimed his cock
as her own.  She would not give it up after numerous attempts by him to dislodge
her, but she did tacitly agree not to stroke him or make him cum. She slept with
his hardened cock firmly in her grasp.  He was amused to see that even in her REM
state she kept her grip on him.  He wondered what she was dreaming of.

Sam caught a couple of hour rest that night.  He woke with a guilty flinch.  He
looked down to see her looking up at him.

“Good morning, Karin.  How are you feeling this morning?”

“Good morning, Sir.  I, uh, I’m fine.  Really.  This time I am.”  She was gnawing
on her lower lip, a sign he was beginning to recognize.  She wanted to ask him
something that meant a lot to her.

“What is it, Honey?”

“Huh?  Nothin...  Oh!”  She jumped as he slapped her lightly on the rump.

“Truth.  No lies, OK?”

She buried her face in his chest as she nodded.  It took her some time for her to
continue.  “Sir.  You said you would, uhm, you know, that we would, uh, ...shit!”
 She glared up at him.  “You said you were going to fuck me. Are you ever going
to?  Uh, sorry.  ...Sir?”  She tacked on his title a bit late.  He let it go,
given the question.

“You have been through a lot.  I didn’t want to push you too much.”

“I was ready last night, Sir.  I tried to let you know by, you know, this.”  She
rubbed her hand up and down his shaft.

“I wondered about that.  But I must admit I liked the feeling of sleeping in your
grasp all night long.  It could be habit forming.”  He grinned.

“I liked holding you, too, Sir,” she said shyly.  “I could feel your heart
beating.  It felt warm and nice.”  She looked up at him.  “Well...?”

He threw up his hands in mock surrender.  “Oh, hell.  If I <have> to, I guess
we’ll just get it over with.”  She fell to the floor with a squeal as he stood
abruptly.  She was still squealing as he carried her over to the soft double bed
and laid her down.  Stripping quickly, he got into next to her.  She squealed for
a long time that morning and into the afternoon.

Karin lay on her side, her head resting on her lover’s chest.  The minor twinges
of pain from her bruises forgotten.  She had finally been fucked.  Sure they had
done it before, that first night, but he had held back. This time she knew she
had taken all he had to give.  He was so big and strong he had to hold back with
other women. With Karin, he could let go, fuck her long and hard, without the
fear of injuring her.  Not that she was built like a tank, far from it.  But she
had substance and endurance in her trim frame.

She twirled the tiny strands of hair on his chest around her finger.  As she
passed his nipple, she flicked it with her fingernail.  He groaned in his sleep. 
The little nub of flesh stood up and begged for more.  She leaned over and kissed
it, sucking it into mouth.  She chewed on it lightly.  That brought more groans
from him.  Blowing on the moistened nipple resulted in his hand slapping sleepily
at the pesky irritant.  She captured his hand in hers and laced their fingers
together.  It fit nicely.

“Don’t think I’ve ever been woken up as nice as that.”  His voice came quietly
from above her head.

They lay in silence, contented, sated.  They were both aware time was flying by
and that this idyllic trip would soon be over.  Neither wanted to talk about
that.

“Have you ever been tied up before, done this kind of thing before?”

“No.”  She decided to skip the brutal rape by Bill and Bruce.  She could tell him
later, and she knew that wasn’t what he meant.  “I’ve only tied myself up with
some ropes and stuff.  But it never feels right, because I always have to leave a
way out. That kind of ruins it.”

“Oh.”  He thought a moment.  “What about the painful stuff?”

“That just seems to be a part of it, I guess.  I like not being able to do
anything.  Which means you can do anything, everything you want.  The pain isn’t
that bad. It makes the feeling of being helpless so much more intense.”  She
thought a minute.  “You know, you could have tied my feet last night.  I wouldn’t
have minded.”

“I know.  But you didn’t kick you feet.  I was ready to.”

“Oh.  OK.  I guess I’ll just have to kick you next time, then.”

“Ouch!”  This last was due to a double assault on his senses.  She had kneed him
in the thigh as she had pulled several chest hairs out by the roots.

“Ohhhh!”  Karin suddenly found herself sitting on the cold stone floor.

Sam growled ferociously as he grabbed her arm and dragged her to one of the
cabin’s main center posts.  There were four large posts in the large room, widely
spaced in a square, holding the roof up.  This post was not too near the fire,
but was close enough to warm them both.  The flickering light from the open stove
cast a dancing satanic light on the salacious proceedings.  Twilight was falling
outside the cabin.

He made her stand with her back up against the rough wooden post.  Going around
behind her, he grabbed her wrists and tied them tightly behind the post.  He
picked up a short broomstick and shoved it between the post and her elbows,
forcing her back to arch and her chest to stick out.  Her breasts stood proudly
on display in this forced posture. He passed a loop of rope around each end of
the stick. Slowly he worked her elbows together until they touched. He tied off
the loops, keeping her stressed joints together.  This forced her tits to jut out
even more.

He knelt down at her feet.  Her high heels were lying there.  With a wicked grin,
he slipped them on her feet, then readjusted her tied arms behind the post to
accommodate her new height.  Her feet pointed down at an extreme angle that
shaped her calves, thighs and butt. Kneeling again, he tied a rope tightly around
her ankles, first binding them together, then fastening them to the post.  A rope
binding her knees in a similar fashion followed.

He took care with the ropes, tying her tight but not dangerously so.  His loops
and knots were neat, the white cotton fiber making a pleasing patterns as he
bound her.

Karin’s cunt started creaming, her fantasy was coming to reality.  It was even
better this way.  Tears of joy streamed down her face and dripped on her tits as
she watched him labor on her restraints.  She had to strain her head far forward
and peek between her swollen globes to see him working.

He glanced up and saw her tears.  A shocked look crossed his face and her started
to stand up.

"No!  No, don't stop!  Please!  I've dreamed of this happening and now it is. 
It's OK, really."  She gave him a teary smile.  Her sniffle didn’t help convince
him.

He looked up at her for a long moment.  "OK.  Tell me what to do.  Help me make
it good for you, OK?"

She leaned back her head against the post and sobbed in joy.  He jumped to his
feet and nearly tripped on the ropes on the floor.  The look on his face and his
actions struck her as humorous and she started to giggle.  Then laugh.  He joined
in with her and the tensions eased between them. Finally catching her breath, she
said,

"First, kiss me."

"OK, I can do that"

"Hard."

"Oooh, I see.  And long?"

"Yessss, Sir!"

He spent several minutes kissing.  He kissed not just her mouth, but her ears,
nose, chin, eyes and neck.

"OK, now what?"  They were both breathing heavily.  The thought of tying her up
so completely was turning him on, too.

She instructed him to tie the ropes around her calves and mid thighs, in addition
to the ones around her ankles and knees he had already tied.  They weren’t
necessary, she just liked the feeling of the ropes.  Twice she made him tie the
ropes tighter, cutting into her flesh and molding her upright to the post.

She had him tie a thick rope around her waist, but not around the post.  The rope
cut into her soft waist.  Then she had him show her all other ropes he had.  She
selected the thickest, roughest fiber rope he had.

When she told him what to do with it he looked dubious. She repeated her
instructions, reassuring him that it would be OK.

Sam forced the end of the rough rope between her thighs, just under her pussy. 
The stiff sharp fibers that made up the rope scraped and irritated the tender
skin of her inner thighs as it was pulled through to the back.  She hissed out
her breath as the rope was pulled up against her crotch.  Her asshole and pussy
lips flamed with the fiery touches.

He tied the rough rope tightly to the waist belt in the small of her back.  He
forced the knot of the rope in between the post and her back so that the rough
rope was centered down her ass crack.

Looking her directly in the eye, he grasped the end of the rope dangling in front
of her.  He pulled it up steadily, firmly embedding the scratchy rope against her
cunt lips.

"Harder," she gasped.

He pulled it up tighter.

"More!"

He gave a it sharp jerk.  Her eyes rolled up into her head as the rough rope
pushed aside her protective outer lips and rubbed directly on her hooded clit. 
Soon, it, too, was under direct assault from the sharp fibers as it swelled out
of its protective casing.

"AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH.  Oh SHIT, OH YES, YES, YES, YES!"

Sweat broke out on her forehead from the force of her cum. A weak smile greeted
his bewildered eyes.  He would never have thought of that insidious feature.

Her hips move tentatively against the crotch rope.  She would be rubbed raw in a
short time.  She stopped her movements short of her climax.

"Now do my boobs," she said.

She told him how to tie off the spongy orbs from her chest with thin cords,
making them stick out even more and slightly askew.  She saw his growing
fascination with them as he tied them.  She decided against the second banding
around the center of the bulging spheres.

The tension in her crotch was phenomenal.  She was completely restrained at last.
 Her hips moved back and forth rhythmically as she lost her battle with her self-
control.  She popped off with a major climax almost at once.

He waited until she was done.

"What happens next?" he asked.

"That’s up to you, Sir,” she said, slipping back into her slave mode.  “Now it's
your turn.  You seem to enjoy whipping me,..."  She looked awkwardly down towards
her ass, protected by the post from any serious punishment. "...but maybe you
could pick another target...?"

Her stomach was bare, and her cunt was fairly accessible. She wasn't sure which
of those targets he would pick.  Then she saw his gaze linger and fixate on her
breasts.  Her tender, swollen breasts.  A shudder of anticipation went through
her body.

"Oh God, he's going to beat my tits.  I don't know if I can stand that.  But look
at his thing!  It's so big and hard. It excites him."  These thoughts went
through her mind at a race.

"Sam?"

"Yes?"  He didn’t look up at her, just stared at her bound, jutting breasts.

"It's OK.  You can whip me there.  Really."  She hesitated, and then went on. 
"But you had better gag me.  I wouldn’t want you to stop until I've had as much
as you think I need."  She looked him directly in his eye.  "Please?"

He saw the fear in her eyes, and the determination.

He kissed her softly before he gagged her with a piece of thick, soft rope. First
he stuffed a small towel in her mouth.  He tied the rope around the post, holding
her head fast against the wooden post.  This added to her feeling of
helplessness.  Tears of fear and happiness streamed down her cheeks.

When he was finished tying her up, the first thing he did was to pull the sliver
through the nipple the rest of the way.  It had purposely remained there through
their lovemaking.  She had cum like a wild woman whenever he had twisted it. 
When she felt he had ignored it for too long, she would dig into his chest or
thigh or groin with one of the sharp ends.

He needed to remove it now because he didn't want it to break off and permanently
injure her, and with what he had planned, it would have been broken.  He cleaned
her perforated nipple with alcohol to prevent infection.

Standing in front of her, he braced himself.  He wanted to do this.  It excited
him.  The fact that he cared about her more than the any of the others made him
want to back off from what he was about to do.  But she wanted him to do it. He
steeled himself and swung his big hand up.  The resounding slap sounded like a
gunshot in the small cabin.

Her tits swung violently around her chest from the blow. Because of her posture
and the ropes, her breast tissues were swollen and firm.  The open handed blow
had caught the lower half of the right hemisphere, mashing it into the other tit.
 Her eyes opened wide and she screamed into the gag.  Immediately her hips began
grinding frantically against the post, flexing against the crotch rope.

A second slap reddened the left tit to match the color rising from the first
blow.  His cock was at the bursting point.  A third blow to the other tit
followed quickly. His breathing was raspy from his excitement.  He was quickly
loosing reason and the animalistic glaze in his eyes thrilled her and filled her
with dread.

He walked over to the pile of equipment and selected a heavy leather strap about
three inches wide and two feet long.  Her eyes were wide with fear as she watched
him move back to her.

He paused to kiss the inflamed nipples.  Then he lightly licked the tip of her
nose, licking up a teardrop that had collected there.  He savored the salty taste
as he looked questioningly into her eyes.  She saw he was looking for
reassurance, so she nodded to him as best she could with her head tied to the
post.  He understood her and smiled softly, almost sadly, at her.  He dried her
tears with his sleeve.

Stepping back from her, he swung the heavy strap in a wide arch.  The target this
time was her smooth belly.  The thick belt smacked into her just below her ribs,
curling around her sides.  A second heavy blow landed just below the first.  By
the third strike, she knew he was going to satisfy his need to beat her and she
relaxed into the pain that flooded her being.  It was different this time.  She
felt the pain, screaming to ease the biting stings.

A fourth and fifth stripe crossed her body.  He proceeded lower, down across her
smoothly mounded lower belly.  He took nothing off the blows as he dropped his
aim and the sharp, stimulating pain coursed through her mind in a cleansing
flood.  The next blow covered her cunt with stinging leather.  She came, hard,
her cum juice spurting out of her in an arc and splashing down between them on
the stone floor.

He continued to beat her down thighs and shins, letting the fat belt wrap around
her limbs to get maximum coverage. Sweat was dripping from his face because of
his exertions. They were both breathing heavily, he from the work, she from the
climaxes she was having.

He set the strap down.  As she looked at him, she could tell by the gleam in his
eye that he wasn't finished yet. She hoped that he would continue to the end of
what he had planned, what he needed to do, and not stop short because of her.

He went over to where he had hung his jacket and pulled out a small leather case.
 Coming back, he gently caressed her breast with the punctured nipple.  It was
still quite sore, but he flicked at it until it stood painfully out from the
swollen globe.

Opening the case, he pulled out a small gold ring.  Gazing into her eyes, he
threaded it through the hole made by the wooden sliver.  She inhaled sharply at
the intense pain of those nerves being battered, but kept her eyes glued to his
tender ones.  She saw a tear trickle down his cheek.

He swabbed the pierced nipple with alcohol, cleaning the newly inserted ring. 
The cool stinging liquid made her wince. Her eyes grew wider when he cleaned the
other nipple.  Her breath caught in her throat as he took an odd tool from the
case and fitted a sterile needle in its fat jaws.  It didn’t look familiar to
her, but its purpose was clear.  It was meant to make holes in flesh.

"He’s leaving his mark on me!" she thought, closing her eyes in anticipation.

The piercing machine was fit against her breast.  The metal of the handles was
cool on her hot flesh.  She opened her eyes when nothing happened.  He was
looking to her for permission.  She wrinkled her nose at him and winked, teasing
him and gave him a definite nod.  As definitive as she could with her head tied
to the post.  His eyes lit up and he squeezed the stainless steel plunger through
her nipple.

Her eyes widened at the incredible pain that shot through her nipple.  She
screamed into the gag.  Even the piercing of the other nipple by the sliver had
not hurt this much. She fought her bonds in earnest for the first time, but
couldn’t move a muscle.  She finally calmed down, reveling in her utter
helplessness.

He threaded another gold ring through this freshly pierced button.  She was
breathing heavily from the experience. Even her flexing hips could not raise the
sexual tension in her body higher, to push her over the edge.  She was exhausted,
limp in her bonds.  She her eyes closed and did not see him preparing the
soldering iron.

The first drop of jewel’s solder touched the split in the golden ring and flowed
into the narrow opening, sealing it into a solid ring as it cooled.  The second
drop flowed onto the second ring.  It was angled a bit different, and the hot
solder met the delicate nipple tissue.  Karin didn't even jerk as she fainted
from the pain.

Chapter 9

Sam had released her from her stringent bondage after she had fainted.  He didn’t
want to put her through another night of having to sleep standing up.  He had
massaged her wrists and legs with his special soothing lotion he had used before,
but, as with the stripes on her back, the marks would last for days, especially
those between her legs and cunt lips where the rough rope had rubbed the tender
skin almost raw.  She was very tender in her nether regions.  The salve didn’t
help when that much of the protective layers of the skin were damaged and the
nerves almost exposed.

She stirred on the bed.  He stopped what he was doing and went over to stand by
the bed.  She looked up at him, the focus in her eyes far away.  A grin slowly
came to her lips when she was able to bring him into focus.  He had removed his
clothes while he has whipped her and had not bothered to dress after she had
fainted.  Reaching over to him, she grabbed his prick firmly.

“More,” she said.  It was neither a question nor a demand.

“More?”  Sam’s voice cracked when he spoke, causing them both to crack up.

"You promised."

"I know I did.  I just want to be sure you’re OK."

She turned a defiant eye to his tender one.  "You promised!" she repeated, this
time emphatically.  “You promised you would fuck me after.”  She looked up at him
and he could see the desperation in her eyes.  “Pleeease?”

He sighed as he lay down beside her on the bed.  His hands floated over her body,
slowly arousing her, bringing her to the edge repeatedly.  His lips suckled at
her tits, his tongue flicking over the gold rings.  It was a novel sensation for
her, and it drove her to the brink as easily as his feathery touches to her raw
clit.

When he took her, he treated her with extreme care.  It was much too gentle for
her taste.  She eased her body out from under him and pushed him over on his
back.  Her sore muscles screamed at her actions but she was determined to have
him her way.  She lifted her leg up and over his torso and settled down over him,
straddling his hips.  She froze, squeezing her eyes shut.  It hurt so good she
almost fainted.

Karin laid her palms on his shoulders and pressed down, resting on her
straightened arms.  She kept her eyes closed and breathed deeply several times,
willing the pain into the background.  He lay still under her, his prick nestled
between her pussy and his body.  She had not yet gotten to the point of sliding
back and inserting him into her pussy. Even so, he was amazed at her
determination and stamina to get this far.  Against his dominant instincts, he
decided to let her set the pace this time.  He was completely satisfied with
their trip so far, having satisfied his dark needs for inflicting pain and
domination.  This rest was gravy for him.

With a catch in her breath, she raised her pelvis up off his stomach.  She
reached beneath her, feeling between their bodies.  She carefully positioned his
fat cock head against the tight opening of her cunt.  She pushed back firmly,
crying out to the darkened gloom, and fully seated herself on his saddle horn. 
Pleasure mixed with pain flooded her senses as she was filled with his hot
pulsing meat.

Karin just sat there for the longest time.  This fucking thing was so new to her,
and his cock was so massive, she still needed time to adjust to it filling her. 
When he was inside her, deep and hard as he was now, she could think of nothing
else.  She could feel nothing else.  The fullness, the completeness pushed all
other feelings out of her mind. She blushed as she realized that when he filled
her, she became a cunt.  Just a cunt.  A living, throbbing hole that needed to be
satisfied.  She could feel his slow steady heart beat through his prick, a
drummer in counterpoint to her own rapid beat.

Giving in to