[In PARTS 1 through 4 of our story (contained in files AFAN-05,AFAN-06, AFAN-07 and AFAN-08), Tony seduced his beautiful, hot-bodied(40EE-24-35) divorcee sister-in-law, Claire, whom he had long desired. During the course of that seduction, he discovered that she reallygot off on dirty language and a strong approach, and used thisknowledge to his advantage to gradually develop her tendencies towardssubmissiveness and bring her under his total dominance, despite thefact that she was engaged to be married in the near future. At Tony'sinsistence, Claire engaged in several sexual adventures of graduallyincreasing boldness, including exhibitionism, public masturbationand intercourse, the masturbation of a elderly gentleman at a pornomovie, and a full fledged threesome with another man they picked upin a nightclub. Although he held her under the constant threat ofpunishment if she questioned him or disobeyed his will, he had onlyactually subjected her to two punishment sessions, the second moresevere than the first, but still rather mild by some standards. Duringher wedding reception, Tony had lured Claire into a private room andscrewed her up the ass. After she returned from her honeymoon, hehad forced her to arrange a threesome with her secretary, secretlyvideotaping the action. When She tried to break off their affair,he threatened to send copies of the tape to her superiors at thecompany where she worked, thereby blackmailing her to continue theirrelationship. At a later date, he had her perform as the entertainmentat a bachelor party, stripping naked and masturbating for the 18 menin attendance, and then going on to service them sexually in variousways. Through no fault of her own, however, she had not met all ofthe requirements he had set for her that evening in that one of theguests had not had sex with her. Therefore, Tony had informed herthat she would have to submit to another punishment session at a laterdate. As PART 4 ended, he had told her to meet him at his home thenext Friday night right after work, and to arrange to spend the entirenight with him.]
PART 5
On Friday night at about six-thirty, Claire arrived at Tony'shouse. They greeted each other with a kiss, and he led her into thedining room. Supper was already on the table. It was shrimp scampiwith linguini, augmented by candlelight and a good bottle of wine.
"This is wonderful," she said sincerely. Did you make it allby yourself?"
"I sure did. I've been working at learning how to cook for thepast six months or so. Living alone as I do, I had to. I just gottired of eating out or having tasteless microwave dinners every night. Come on, let's eat before it gets cold."
As they consumed their dinner, which tasted surprisingly good,by the way, Claire reflected on how thoughtful and considerate Tonycould be when he really wanted to. She guessed that was part of thereason she loved him so much.
When they had finished eating, Tony spoke. "I guess we shouldstart getting ready now. First of all, I want you to strip nakedand take a shower. Then put on the black garter belt, stockingsand high heels I've laid out for you in the bedroom. There's a blackcombination waist cincher and bustier in there too. Put that on aswell. I intentionally got it in a size that's probably a little toosmall for you, so I might have to help you cinch it up. You'll noticethat the bustier part has no bra cups, only two underwired shelvesto hold your breasts up high and separated. You'd better go getstarted now."
Claire showered, dried herself off, and went into the bedroomto start getting dressed. While she was getting herself into the combination waist cincher and bustier, Tony walked in. She was gladhe did. He had been right, the garment was a bit too small for herto properly fasten by herself, so he assisted her, pulling it goodand tight.
It was not an easy job, and he really had to pull hard on thelaces to get it hooked properly. When they were finished, however,it was clear it had been worth it. She truly looked great. The waistcincher/bustier made her stand up straight and tall and really thrusther breasts up and out so that they look even larger than theirnormally impressive size.
"Good," Tony said. "Now go brush your hair out. I want youto wear it down and long tonight. Also, put on a lot of makeup,especially dark eye shadow and liner, and bright red lipstick. Putrouge on your cheeks, and put some on your nipples and the edges ofyour cunt lips too. I want you to look like a real whore tonight.
Claire went back into the bathroom to comply with his directive. When she returned, she looked slutty and hot. Tony smiled and said,"That's just the effect I was looking for! Perfect. You look likea high class hooker, but not too high class. More like one who reallyenjoys her work and would do it for nothing if she had to, just becauseshe loves cock so much. I like that.
"Now put on your trench coat. Leave the liner out so that itclings to your body more. Then we'll go down to the car, we're goingfor a little trip."
Claire felt somewhat disappointed. She had assumed they wouldbe spending this night alone together, secluded in Tony's house, justthe two of them. She said nothing, however, not wanting him to thinkshe was questioning his wishes. She knew something like that wouldprobably get him upset with her, and she didn't want that. Shewondered where they could possibly be going, dressed the way she was,but again, she didn't ask. She knew that if and when Tony wantedher to know, he would tell her.
Tony and Claire got in his car, and start driving south on theParkway. Shortly thereafter, he spoke. "Reach behind the front seat. There's a bag there. Bring it up front here, open it and look inside."
She turned and reached behind her seat and found the smallovernight bag he had referred to. She turned back towards the front,placed it on her lap and opened it.
"As you can see," he went on, "there's a bottle of vodka, a bottleof mouthwash, a couple of small packages and a wide mouthed half-literwine carafe. We don't need those now, so put them back in the bagagain. We'll get to those later. The next item is a double shafted,vibrating, cock-shaped dildo. Given the fact that the shafts areparallel to each other and about an inch or two apart, connected atthe base, and both face on the same direction, can you guess whatthey're for? How would one use something shaped like that? Comeon, take a wild guess."
She looked over the odd shaped device for a bit before shereplied. "I'm not sure, but I guess someone could put one of theshafts in their pussy, and the other one up their behind at the sametime."
"That's right. You'd use it to fuck yourself in the twat andasshole simultaneously. The third item is a jar of lubricant. I'msure you know what that's for.
"Now let's put those items to work. First return the overnightbag to the back seat, and then recline your seat about half way,unbutton your trench coat and pull it wide open. Of course, I realizethat someone driving past us in a truck or van might be able to seeyou, but you wouldn't mind that, do you?."
Claire looked over at Tony and hesitated, but said nothing.
"Just do as I told you," he prodded.
She then did exatly as she was ordered. When she was in positionwith her coat appropriately arranged, he spoke again. "Good. Nowlube up both shafts of that dildo, and start working it into yourholes."
Claire felt somewhat nervous on several counts. Exposing herselflike Tony had ordered was the first, but she had done similar thingsfor him before. She felt more anxious about putting the device sheheld in her hands inside her body. It was rather ominous looking.
"The shafts on this are both kind of fat. I'm not sure I'llbe able to get them in me," she said to him. "Yes, they are kind of wide, but I'm sure you can make them fitif you put your mind to it. Raise your legs up and prop up your heelswide apart on the dashboard in front of you. Then start pushing thatthing in a bit at a time. It'll go in, you just have to work at ita bit."
She resigned herself to the fact that she wasn't going to geta reprieve, and followed his instructions. In her splayed position,the double-shafted dildo began to enter her cunt and asshole, butit was certainly a tight fit.
"That's right," he encouraged, "keep working them in... Rubyour clit a little to help loosen you up. There you go, they're almostin you all the way now, just a little more, and... good, they're in!"
He paused a bit to allow her to get used to being doublepenetrated by the artificial cocks. "Now start pumping it in andout of yourself."
Tony glanced over at her to ensure she had started the devicemoving. "Good, but don't let yourself come. The object of thisexercise is to get and keep you good and hot, almost on the vergeof coming, but never quite getting there, at least for now. If youfeel yourself getting too close to coming, just stop moving the dildosand rubbing you clit for a while until you have it under control,and then start all over again. That's right. Keep it up, now.
"You look really hot, lying there pumping that thing in and outof yourself. If a passing truck driver looks down and sees you, I'llbet he'll have trouble keeping his rig on the road. Just keep thatup until we get to Fort Monmouth."
Claire turned her head towards Tony with a questioning look onher face. "Fort Monmouth?"
"What? Yes, that's where we're headed. Actually, we're goingto a little motel just off post that has a combination nightclub andbar. I'll tell you more about why when we get there."
For a time, they drove in silence, the only sounds being Claire'slabored breathing and those which were made by her two holes as thedouble pronged dildo slid in and out of them. When they approachedtheir exit, he allowed her to close her coat as they went throughthe toll booth, and then had her open it again and continue fuckingherself with the dildo as they drove the rest of the way. When theyarrived at their destination, he pulled into the motel's lot and parkedthe car.
"Close your coat and wait here for me," he told her. "I'm goingto the office to get our room key."
Tony left to register for a room. When he returned about fifteenminutes later, he proceeded to give her additional instructions, andexplained something about the activities he had planned for the night.
"Now take that thing out of you and wipe off the excess lubricantfrom your twat and asshole... Good. Button your coat, but leave2 or 3 buttons open at the bottom and a couple open a the top. We'regoing into the bar/nightclub now and I want plenty of leg and cleavageshowing when we do.
"When we walk in, we're going to walk up and down the full lengthof the place one time, as if we're looking for someplace to sit. Walk kind of sexy, swinging your hips a bit and letting the coat flyopen at the bottom to show some leg. Then you'll take a seat nearthe end of the bar. I'll stand to your left. Sit facing me, so yourleft side is facing away from the bar, and let the hem of the coatfall open to expose a good deal of your stockinged legs. Since yourcoat opens to the left, that will allow any observant patrons whohappen to be at the correct angle to get a peek inside.
"Then we'll order drinks, sit and talk for a while. While wedo, be very expressive with your hands. Also, smile and laugh a lot. I want you to do that so you'll subtly draw attention to yourselfso the men in the place will notice you, although I don't think that'llbe a problem.
"This place is a hangout for young soldiers. They range mostlyfrom 19 to 24, mostly male and all races. Although there'll be somefemales in there as well, they'll be outnumbered by about three orfour to one. It's payday, so the males will be out to spend theirmoney and have a good time. To most young soldiers, that means boozeand women, women and booze, plenty of both and in no particular order. Now let's go."
Tony and Claire entered the nightclub, and after performing theirlittle parade as he had explained, they took seats at the bar. Thenthey ordered drinks, and proceeded to make small talk for about halfan hour. The place was pretty crowded, and her appearance causedquite a stir among the young soldiers present. Many of them keptwalking past where Claire was sitting on one pretense or another toget a better look at her.
Finally, Tony interrupted their light, aimless conversation. "Wait here for me. I'll be right back. I'm going to have a littlemeeting with that young bartender over there to make the arrangementsfor the rest of your night."
"What are you talking about?" Claire asked.
"What am I talking about? O.K., I'll tell you. That bartenderis a real go getter. He'll do just about anything for a buck. I'mgoing to make an arrangement with him whereby he'll market your sexualservices to the soldiers in the bar here for a cut of the proceeds."
"Tony," Claire interrupted meekly, "I don't think I understandwhat you mean. You can't mean what I think you do."
"Oh, I think I do," he said with a smile playing at his mouth. "To put it rather bluntly, you're going to work as a whore tonight."
Claire's eyes appeared to double their size in astonishment. Although Tony thought that she did not protest his plan because ofhis power over her, the simple truth is, she was literally stunnedspeechless.
Tony continued with his explanation. "As I was saying, I'lllet the bartender have $5 a head, so to speak, for every customerhe sends us. He knows most of these guys by sight, and can screenout any undesirables or cops. Meanwhile, you'll be in the roomupstairs and I'll be right outside collecting the money and makingsure everything is O.K. inside.
"We're going to charge bargain rates so that we can do morevolume. The object of this little exercise tonight is for you toget as much dick as possible. Of course, if we make a little moneywhile we're doing that it wouldn't be a bad thing. Therefore, I'vecome up with a plan which will enable us to do a lot of volume ina relatively short period of time.
"We'll run them through in groups of five guys who will all havesex with you in one form or another at the same time. This is theway it'll go down. One will lie on his back. You'll lie on yourback on top of him and he'll fuck you up the ass. While this is goingon, the second guy will kneel between your legs facing you and fuckyour twat. The third guy will kneel above your head and stick hisdick in your mouth so you can suck him off. Since we don't know anyof these guys, we'll require these three to wear rubbers. That'swhat's in one of those packages you saw in the overnight bag. Thefourth and fifth guys will kneel on either side of you and feel upyour titties while you jerk them off, one in each hand. When thosetwo are ready to come, they can shoot all over your tits.
"We'll charge $25 each to the three guys who get to stick theircocks in your various holes, and $15 each to those who are gettinghand jobs. That comes to $80 per group net for us, even after wegive the bartender his cut."
"Five men at a time? she said unbelievingly. "And how many ofthese groups of five men do I have to... to... do that with tonight?"
"How many guys am I going to make you do tonight? Well, I figurewe can run three groups like this through per hour, 15 minutes pergroup, plus 5 minutes cleanup and rest time for you between groups. It's 8:45 p.m. now. By the time the first group gets started it'llbe about 9:30. The bar is open until 2:00 a.m., so I figure we'llrun until at least 3:30 a.m., maybe later if you do a good job. Ihope you didn't have a tough day at the office today, because it'sgoing to be a long night.
"Remember, I want you to get as much strange dick as possibletonight. The more you get, the happier you'll be making me. Exactlyhow much you get depends largely on how well you do your work. Ifyou work hard at satisfying the customers and making them happy, theword will get out and they'll keep coming, so to speak. A bigcontributor to that will be your attitude. If you act like you'reenthusiastic about your work and really enjoying it, the customerswill be more likely to enjoy it more too, so keep that in mind. Also,I'll be asking them how good you were as they leave the room afterthey do you, and if too many of them complain I'll just add on tothe punishment you already have coming. Do you understand?"
Claire was still silent. She simply looked down at the bar andnodded her head very slowly.
"Now wait here for me and I'll be right back," he said as hewalked away towards the bartender.
Tony successfully made his arrangements with the bartender andreturned shortly.
"It's all set. Let's go," he ordered.
They stopped at the car first and picked up the overnight bagfrom the back seat, and Tony's video camcorder from the trunk, alongwith several blank video tapes. Then they went to the room.
As soon as they walked in the door, Tony spoke. "Well, herewe are. You strip the bedspread, blanket and top sheet off the bed. We won't be needing them and they'll just get in the way. Then takeoff your raincoat and get in bed while I set up the video camera.
As Claire busied herself with her assigned tasks, Tony set upthe video camera in the room's closet, pointing out through thelouvered door at the bed.
As soon as they were finished, he said, "Now let's have a drinkto calm your nerves. The first group should arrive in about 10minutes."
As they had their drinks, Tony explained the rest of his planto her. "As you can tell from the video camera I've set up, I'm goingto tape everything that goes on in here tonight for posterity. Also,if you've been wondering what the wide mouthed wine decanter is for,I'll tell you now. When each group is finished and leaves, I wantyou to deposit all their come in it. Have the guys who are usingthe rubbers drop then in the waste basket here next to the bed. Then,during your breaks between groups, you can retrieve them and justsqueeze the come out into the decanter."
He opened one of the packages that had been on the overnightbag. "Use these tongue depressors to scrape up the come off yourbody from the guys you gave hand jobs to and deposit that in thedecanter as well. I want you to collect as much of their come aspossible.
"This other package contains prophylactics. I'll hand them outto the customers before they come into the room and make sure theyagree to use them.
"I'll look in and check on you between each group to make sureeverything is O.K., and remember, while they're in here I'll be rightoutside the door, so don't worry. If you need me just yell, and I'llbe right in. We'll leave the front window open a little to be sureI can hear you if you do. There shouldn't be any problems about whogets what hole or anything either, because I'll straighten all thatout before they come in here."
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Well, Tony said, "that must be your first group of hornycustomers. Oh, one other thing, make sure you keep the groups onschedule. Remember, no more than 15 minutes per group. Now I'llgo outside, collect their money and make sure they understand therules before I let them in. Good luck."
Tony give Claire a kiss, started the camcorder, and went outsideto meet the first five men. After they had paid him and werefamiliarized with the required terms and conditions, he sent themin, closing the door behind them and waiting outside for them tofinish. About 17 minutes later, the group came out straighteningtheir clothes and smiling, and Tony went back in.
"How did it go, O.K.?" he asked.
Claire looked a little shaken by her experience, but noddedaffirmatively.
"Good. Just try a little harder to keep them on schedule. Thatgroup went a couple of minutes over their allotted time, and don'tforget to collect all their come."
He immediately went back outside, where the second group wasalready waiting. After giving Claire her allotted five minute breakto clean up and deposit the come of the first group in the decanter,he send the second group in to the room. These men came out righton time, also smiling broadly.
The groups of sex seeking men kept coming (no pun intended) forthe rest of the night, one after another. True to his word, Tonylooked in and checked on Claire after each group left. The bartenderobviously had done a good job of screening their customers, becausedespite the volume of men passing through the room, no significantproblems occurred.
When the last group finally finished, it was 4:30 a.m. Then thebartender came up and Tony give him his commission. Tony offeredhim a free shot at Claire as a tip for doing such a good job. Thebartender declined the offer, thanking Tony for making it, butexplaining that he'd had a long day and was just too tired. As soonas he left, Tony went into the room.
"Hi, Claire. Is everything O.K.?"
"I guess it is, except for the fact that all my openings areextremely sore and tender, and I feel exhausted."
"Well, I figured you'd be sore, and I don't blame you for beingtired either. You look beat.
"Do you know how many guys did you tonight? You serviced exactly100 guys. Even after we deduct the bartender's commission, the costof the room and our other expenses, that means you made over $1,400for me tonight. I have to say it, you did a really nice job. Almosteveryone was commenting about how great you were as they left. Afew guys even came back for seconds. How much of their come did youcollect?"
Claire held up the decanter. It appeared to contain approximately16 ounces of milky come.
"That's great, Tony said with a smile. "It's just about whatI figured you should get if you were careful and conscientious aboutcollecting it. Let me have it so I can cover it up.
"Tony took the bottle, covered it, and placed it in a plasticbag of dry ice the bartender had given him.
"You know, I was just thinking. You did 100 guys tonight. Figuring an average cock length of somewhere between 5 and 6 inches,you had over 40 feet of cock tonight. That's pretty impressivenumbers, don't you think?"
Even Claire managed a laugh at that one.
"Did any of the groups give you any problems?"
"Not really," Claire replied. "They were all surprisingly wellbehaved."
"That's good. How was that group of old guys that came in? I know they went a little over schedule. I guess it took them longerto come than the younger guys, but when they came out I think theirsmiles were broader than anyone else's."
"It did, but they were very nice about it. They even took thetrouble to make sure I came before they left," she explained.
"That's good. How about that all Black group? Did you knowthat they were all from the army of one of those new African republics. They were in this country to get some kind of specialized militarytraining from our army at Fort Monmouth."
"They were about the same as all the others." Claire said. "Butnow I know why I had a little trouble understanding them. They seemedlike nice enough guys."
"Yea, they did. I could hear them get a little loud while Iwas standing outside, but it sounded like good old enthusiasm fromoutside the door so I didn't come in. I have to ask you though, didthey live up to the reputation that Black men have regarding cocksize? They say it's just a rumor, but I have to tell you, you can'tprove it by what I've seen."
Claire thought about his question a minute, and then simply said,"They were O.K., I guess."
Something in Claire's voice when she said that made Tony lookat her carefully. At first, he thought he noticed a hint of a smileplaying at the corners of her mouth, but before he was certain ofwhat he thought he had seen, it was gone.
"Are you sure?" he asked, and then retracted his question quickly. "Never mind. If I remember correctly, I had to reload the camcorderright after they left. They came in towards the end of the night,so that means they should be the last group on the third tape. Letme just load up that particular tape and we'll watch it together."
Tony hooked up the camcorder to the T.V., found the right spoton the tape, and pushed the play button. Then he immediately hoppedon to the bed next to Claire to watch it.
The tape had started playing at the point where the five menwere already undressed. The television showed their muscular backsand tight butts grouped in a tight circle around a kneeling form,apparently belonging to Claire. From their reactions, she wasapparently switching from one to another, sucking their cocks to getthem hard and ready. They could be heard speaking to each other,presumably in their native tongue. Although Tony couldn't understandthem, the mere tones of their voices and the lusty laughs which wereliberally interspersed with their words made it pretty obvious theywere talking about Claire and what she was doing to them.
Since looking at men's asses was not Tony's thing, he advancedthe tape to find something that better suited his interests. Nowthe screen displayed a picture of them gathered under, on and aroundClaire in the position Tony had prescribed earlier for the night'sgroup sex sessions. One man lay face up on the bed, with Clairepositioned supine on top of him, his dick up her ass. Another kneltbetween her legs and was banging away at her pussy. She had a dickin her mouth, and stroked another one in each hand. All that darkskin encircling her made Claire's form seem even more fair than usual.
"Why you sneaky little bitch," Tony said as he laughed.
"Whatever do you mean?" Claire asked, feigning innocence.
Still laughing, Tony continued. "When I asked you about thesize of these guys cocks, you said they were 'O.K.'"
"Well," Claire commented, now laughing herself as well, "theywere."
"If that's just 'O.K.,' I'd hate to see what your impressionof 'big' is," Tony said. "That guy fucking your cunt has about a12 inch cock! The one in your mouth must be 10 inches long, the onein your ass must be 9 inches, and the one's you're jerking off mustbe at least 8« inches each. That's 4 feet of cock at one time. Notbad by my standards. This looks more like a group pole vault thana fuck-fest!"
As he watched the spectacle closely, Tony began to stroke hishand over her back and ass as she lay on her stomach facing thetelevision. "Looking at that scene is making me horny," he said.
He rose from the bed, stripped off all his clothes, lay downnet to her again and resumed stroking her body. Claire could feelthe hot shape of his stiff prick pressing against the outside of herupper thigh.
"Tony, I'm really sore and tired. Can't this wait at least untilmorning after I get some sleep?" she entreated.
"No, it can't," he replied. "Watching you get stuffed by allthat dark meat has made me hot as hell, and I need to slip my dickinto you right now. Just stay on your stomach facing the screen sowe can both can watch it while I fuck you. I know you're tired, butyou can just lie there and relax while I get off."
Tony greased up his pole and took up a kneeling position overClaire's buttocks. Then he spread her legs apart, and after rubbingthe head of his dick up and down in her crack a few times, implantedit firmly inside her well-used cunt.
"Your twat hole is sure stretched," he commented, "but I'm sureit'll recover it's shape in a week or so. Besides, it still feelsgood. Just constrict your vaginal muscles a bit so I can feel a littlemore friction on my cock. Mmm, that's better."
He started to hump her pussy. "Damn! Look at all that hot darkmeat you've got stuffed in you. Mmm... They really look like they'rehaving a good time, and you do too. Those two guys you're jerkingoff look like they're really into your tits. They're really maulingthem, kneading them like they were loaves of bread and pulling onthe nipples. I didn't think your nipples could stretch that far out.
"You look like you're enjoying it though. And just look at theway those other 3 guys are slamming their meat into your mouth, pussyand asshole. It looks like they're all getting ready to dump theirloads, and so am I."
Tony continued to bang away at Claire's cunt from behind. Shewas simply too sore and fatigued either to actively participate orto really enjoy the act, so she just lay there passively and let himdo her. He must have been as aroused as he had claimed, because inless than two minutes, he sprayed his seminal juices deep into herwomb.
After he was finished, he let her take a shower while he threwon some clothes, packed everything up and brought it to the car. He stored the decanter of come in a small cooler that he had in thetrunk. When Claire was finished cleaning herself up, she emergedfrom the bathroom.
"You've earned yourself a good night's sleep," he told her, "soget in bed now and rest. I'll sleep on the couch so I don't botheryou during the night.
"You really did a good job tonight. You cooperated and gaveme what I wanted. I have to say I'm very pleased and proud of you.After I take you home, I'm going to give you a break for a coupleof weeks before we get together again so your holes can recuperate."
Claire got into bed and Tony kissed her goodnight. Due to herexhausted state, she didn't wake up until mid-afternoon the next day,at which time he took her home.
About two weeks later, Tony called Claire at her home. "Hi,Claire. How are you feeling?"
"Not bad, I guess. Well, actually I'm still feeling a littlebit sore. I can't talk much right now, Bill is here."
"That's O.K., I'll do all the talking. I've decided to giveyou another week to finish getting well, but on Friday night, threeweeks from now, I want you to come over to my place. Wear a skirtand blouse, makeup, black thigh top stockings and high heels. Throwa trench coat on top, but don't put on anything else. Be here byeight."
"Alright," Claire responded. "I'll be there. Can you tell mewhat we'll be doing?"
"All I can say is, we won't be going out. It'll just be thetwo of us. I'll see you then. Bye."
Claire felt warm and happy inside. She was delighted that shewas finally going to spend some time alone with Tony without any otherpeople getting involved. She couldn't wait.
The three intervening weeks went by slowly for Claire, but atlast, the appointed Friday arrived and found her standing on Tony'sporch, ringing his doorbell exactly at eight o'clock per theinstructions he had given her. Tony opened the door and greeted herwith a long, warm kiss.
"I missed you," she said. her voice filled with emotion.
"I missed you too," Tony replied, "but we should get startedright away. We have a lot to get accomplished tonight. Follow me."
Claire was a little confused as to what he meant, but she wasgetting used to that, so she simply followed along behind him as heled her through the house and down into the basement. When they weredown at the foot on the basement stairs, he turned to her and spokeagain.
"Remember the bachelor party about a month and a half ago, whenyou failed to meet the requirement that you had to get everybody thereto come at least once?"
"Yes," Claire responded apprehensively.
"And do you remember I promised you would be punished at sometime in the future for that offense? Well, the future begins now. Tonight you will receive your punishment. Are you ready?"
"Do we really have to do this, Tony?" Claire asked. "I've triedso hard to be good since then."
"Yes, you have," Tony responded, a note of compassion in hisvoice, "but that still doesn't make up for the fact that youdisappointed me back then. Are you going to willingly submit to yourpunishment?"
Claire hesitated momentarily. She had submitted to two of Tony'spunishment sessions before, and in retrospect, they really hadn'tbeen that bad. "Yes, I will," she responded.
"That's a good girl." Tony said. "Now take off your trench coatand attach these leather wrist and ankle cuffs to yourself."
He handed her the sinister looking devices, and waited as shecomplied. This was something new to her, and Tony had to show herhow to put them on. When she was done, he handed her a strip of cloth. "Good. Now put on this blindfold, and I'll lead you to where we'regoing to administer the punishment."
Tony grasped Claire's arm and led her to the rear of the basement,where he attached ropes to each of the four cuffs. He ran the ropesattached to the wrist cuffs through pulleys affixed to the rafters,used them to pull her arms up over her head and secured the ropes.
She was now suspended from her wrists with her feet barelytouching the concrete floor. He ran the ankle cuff ropes throughpulleys secured to the floor on either side of her. Then he usedthese ropes to pull her legs wide apart laterally and tied off thoseropes as well. Beads of perspiration began to form on Claire's upperlip. This was a totally new routine from their previous sessions,and she was understandably nervous. She had no idea what to expectnext. Although she wanted desperately to ask, she didn't want totake the chance of angering him, so she decided remained silent, atleast for the time being.
"Now we'll just get rid of all these clothes," Tony said. "They'll just get in the way anyhow."
He proceeded to roughly tear off as much of her clothing as hecould. Then he picked up a long, sharp knife and methodically cutthe rest of it from her body. As he did, he worked slowly, takingspecial care to make sure that she felt the dull back edge of theblade's cold steel sliding along her skin.
His technique was intended to increase her level of tension stillfurther, and it apparently had the desired effect, making her extremelyagitated. She started to shiver and perspire more freely, and a lightsheen of sweat soon covered her entire body.
He didn't say another word until she was completely naked exceptfor her black stockings and high heels. "That's better. Now we canget to work. Remember the wide leather garrison belt I said I wouldkeep here for you? Well here it is."
At first, he simply caressed the front and back of her body withthe belt, dragging it lightly over her skin. "We're going to startoff with a dozen lashes on your back, ass and the back of your thighs. First, 3 on your back. 1... 2... 3... Then 3 on your ass. 1... 2...3... Then 3 on the backs of your thighs. 1...2...3... And then3 more on your ass again. 1... 2... 3...
Tony delivered the lashes fairly forcefully, causing Claire towrithe about and cry out in pain. "We can't have you screaming likethat through this whole thing," he said. "We don't want the neighborscalling the cops. After all, that was only the beginning. There'slots more to come. We'll just have to gag you. That should keepyou quiet."
He picked up another strip of cloth, and tied a large knot atits center. Then he placed the knot in her mouth and tied the clothtightly at the back of her head. "There, that should do it. Canyou breathe alright?"
Totally unable to speak now, Claire nodded affirmatively.
"Good," Tony commented. "Then we can proceed with the next phase. Do you know what I have here? Of course you don't. It's a pair ofnipple clamps. I'll just attach them to each of your nipples, likethis... I'm glad it's cool down here. It's making your nipples standup good and hard. That makes it easier to attach these clamps. NowI'll tighten them up good and snug."
He tightened the nipple clamps down quite hard, causing Claireto moan pitifully through her gag and try to twist her body away fromthe source of her pain, but her well secured wrists prevented herfrom getting away from it.
"There, that's that," he remarked, as if proud of his handiwork. "Now I'll just take this fishing line I've attached to the clampsand run it through these pulleys on the rafters."
Tony accomplished what he had described, and then began toincrease the strain on the pieces of fishing line. "Now I'll putsome tension on the lines to pull your tits upward and away from yourbody as far as I can without pulling your nipples off, and tie offthe line."
Claire's breasts were now stretched up and out with quite a bitof tension, causing her raise up on her toes and arch her back totry and relieve at least some of it. When she did this, however,Tony simply snugged up the lines again to reapply the tension, forcingher to hold this position so as not to cause herself even furtherdiscomfort.
Then he reached into his pocket, and took out several spring-typeclothespins. "O.K. Now I'll just take these clothespins and attachthem to your pussy lips... like this... three on each side.
Claire winced and whimpered. Again she tried to somehow getaway from the pain, but it was still to no avail. "How does thatfeel? I'll take that whining to mean that it hurts. Well, it'ssupposed to hurt. That's what punishment is all about. That, andlearning to obey and to accept discipline from your master.
"I have one more clothespin left. What do you think should Ido with it? Hmm, I know. I'll attach it to your clitty. Wait aminute. All this pain has caused your clitoris to withdraw way backunder its hood for protection, and I can't get a good enough gripon it to attach the clothespin. That just won't do. I guess I'lljust have to massage it for a while to get it to stand up again."
Tony began to rub her pussy mound and clit until the sensitiveorgan began to become erect and emerge from under its protective hood. "Good," he said. "Here it comes. Just a little more should do it. There, it's good and hard and standing up nicely. I always likedthis big clitty of yours."
He went down on one knee in front of her, took her clit betweenhis lips, and sucked on it for a couple of minutes like it was a littlecock. When it appeared to be fully engorged, he pulled his head awayand stood up again.
"Now I can get a good grip on that little mini-prick and attachthis clothespin... like this... Boy! That sure made you jump!
"Let's see, what's next? Ah, yes, your asshole is still empty. Well, let's take care of that right now. I'll just lube up this buttplug, and stick it in your puckered little hole back here."
The butt plug Tony held was enormous by any reasonable standards,and he had difficulty inserting it. "It seems like we're having abit of a problem getting this thing to go all the way in. I knowit's big. It's quite a bit bigger than any butt plug we've ever putup your ass before, but you have to try to relax your ass musclesbecause one way or another, we're going to get it in you. Now relaxthose rectal muscles and open yourself up."
Despite his additional efforts, Tony only succeed in gettingthe extra large butt plug in her ass about half way, and as heincreased the pressure to try and get more of it in her, she triedto squirm away from it.
"It looks like I'm going to have to convince you to cooperatewith me on this thing. Well I can handle that," he said decisively.
Tony proceeded to attach 1 ounce lead fishing weights to bothof the nipple clamps and to each of the clothespins attached toClaire's pussy lips and clit, stretching them downward, causing herto writhe in painful reaction to the increased pressure on thosesensitive organs.
"There, now let's give this butt plug another shove and see ifyou'll let it in further now." He reached behind her and pushed onthe butt plug. It went in only a little further than before. Tonywas still not satisfied.
"Well, I guess you need a little more incentive. Those nippleclamps seem like they could use a little tightening." He tightenedup the nipple clamps more, causing her to moan and writhes from thepain.
"And the lines attached to your nipples could be a bit tightertoo." He proceeded to snug up the fishing lines, stretching hernipples out even further from her heavy breasts.
"Now let's see whether we can get this butt plug to go in more." Tony gave the butt plug another push, but again succeeded in gettingit to enter her asshole only little more.
"Not willing to cooperate yet? Maybe a little more weight onthose clothespins will help." He attached another ounce of weightto each clothespin, and then tried pushing the butt plug in again. This time it went in about 3/4 of the way.
"Well, we're making progress," Tony said, "but it seems likeyou're still resisting me. I guess I'll just have to pull out allthe stops and give you the whipping you deserve. If you thought thefirst dozen I gave you hurt, wait until you feel these."
Tony took the belt and begin lashing her body with it very hard. Starting on her back, at the top of her shoulders, he worked his waydown her body, lashing as he went, down her back, over her ass andthe back of her legs to her ankles. Moving to the front, he startedat her ankles and worked his way up her legs, hit her pubic mounda few times as he passed it, over her belly, onto her sensitivebreasts.
As Claire jumped and tried to twist away from the blows, thetethered nipple clamps tugged hard at her nipples and the weightshanging from her pussy bounced around, tugging hard on her pubic areaand causing her additional pain and suffering. Tony administeredabout 40 lashes in all, finishing with several carefully aimed blowsdirectly between her splayed legs. When he was finished, her bodywas covered with wide, raised, red welts and she was sobbinguncontrollably.
"Now, are you going to cooperate?," he asked.
Claire shook her head up and down very quickly.
"Let's see," he said, and gave the butt plug a good shove. Itstretched her asshole extremely wide and popped in all the way.
"That's better. You could have saved yourself a lot of painand suffering if you would have cooperated with me sooner. I guessthat's another lesson for you. One way or another, I always get myway. We can do it the easy way, or we can do it the hard way. It'sup to you.
"Well, the hardest part of your punishment is over. I'm justgoing to go upstairs for a while and leave you hanging here tocontemplate your servitude and the lessons you've learned heretonight."
Tony left Claire suspended from the rafters and went upstairs. She could hear his footsteps as they faded into the distance. Hewas gone for about an hour before she heard them start to return onceagain. The footsteps appeared to stop right in front of her. Thenshe heard his voice.
"Hello, Claire. Have you thought about the lessons you learnedtonight?"
Still gagged, she emphatically nodded her head "yes."
"Good. Are you thirsty? Do you want something to drink?"
Again Claire nodded "yes."
"O.K. I made you a nice milk shake. I'll give it to you, butyou must agree to drink it all, every drop. Do you agree?"
She nodded "yes" yet a third time.
"Good, but first let's make you a little more comfortable."
Tony removed the nipple clamps, clothespins, butt plug, blindfoldand gag in that order, but he left her suspended from the raftersby the ropes on her wrist cuffs, and attached to the floor by herthose tied to her ankle cuffs. Claire sighed with relief and thankedhim profusely.
"You're very welcome," he replied. "Now here's your milk shake."
With that, he held out a frothy, creamy looking, pale pink drinkin a large shaker glass towards her. It appeared to be almost a quart,and had a long straw in it.
"How foolish of me," he said. "Your hands are still tied. Iguess I'll have to help you."
With that, Tony put the end of the straw in her mouth. Clairestarted sucking hard on it immediately, gulping down the creamymixture. She was indeed more thirsty than she had realized. He smiledas he watched her drink it.
"Do you like the taste?" he asked.
Claire nodded affirmatively and kept on drinking.
"I made it especially for you. It's my own recipe. Would youlike to know what's in it?"
Apparently sensing something was up, Claire stopped drinking,looked directly into his eyes, and nodded "yes" again, the straw lyingmomentarily idle in her mouth.
"Well, it has a couple of scoops of ice cream, two teaspoonsof vanilla extract, some grenadine, and... ALL THAT CREAMY COME FROMTHOSE 100 GUYS WHO DID YOU DOWN AT FORT MONMOUTH!!!"
His startling message took a two or three full seconds to sinkin. When it did, Claire reacted as if she had been struck. She spitout the straw and tried frantically to pull away from the glass. Obviously, her ability to do this was severely impeded by her bonds.
"What's the matter?" he asked facetiously, with a maniacal smileon his face. "Don't you like my recipe anymore? I thought you saidyou were enjoying it. The freezing should have killed any germs thatmay have been in it. Besides, I told you right at the beginning thatit was a 'milk' shake. I guess I failed to mention it was made with'man-milk.' That was just a slight oversight on my part. You didagree, however, to drink it all, so come on, let me see you finishit. We can't let all this protein go to waste with all the starvingpeople there are in the world."
Tony tried to put the straw back into Claire's mouth, but shetwists her head away violently.
"Do I have to get the belt again?" he asked in that strange,super calm voice he tended to use when he was extremely serious aboutsomething. "I really don't want to beat you any more tonight, butif you force me to, I will. You can either drink it now, or drinkit after another beating, or after several more beatings, if that'swhat it takes. It's your choice."
Claire looked long and deeply into Tony's eyes. She knew himwell enough to sense that his threat was deadly grave. Therefore,she reluctantly took the straw back into her mouth and started suckingon it again. Her drinking was now at a much slower pace than before,and she gagged repeatedly when she tried to swallow.
"Come on, woman," he said, still using that voice, "finish itall. Don't spit any of it out, and if you're even remotely thinkingabout throwing up, you'd better reconsider. If you puke, I'll scoopup your vomit and feed it to you with a spoon. Drink it all downand keep it down."
Her efforts accompanied by much suppressed retching, Claire forcedherself to finish the creamy come milk shake, gagging all the waybut slurping up and swallowing every last drop of the now detestableliquid.
When she had finished, Tony spoke. "Good girl. Your punishmentis completely over. Now I'll give you a reward for taking it so well."
With that, he moved behind her. He took his handkerchief andfastidiously wiped all the lubricant from the outside of her assholewith his handkerchief. Wrapping it around his forefinger, he nextwiped the inside of her butt hole free from it as well. Then, withoutgiving her a word of warning, Tony took his long, stiff cock out ofhis pants and shoved its entire length up her ass in a single strokeso powerful that it literally lifted her feet several inches off thefloor.
Claire let out a shriek and jumped from the sudden, painfulinvasion of her dry puckered orifice. She tried to squirm away fromhim, but he grabbed her firmly by the hips and held her body tightagainst him, keeping his throbbing prick buried deep in her ass. Then he started stroking it in and out in elongated, forceful strokes,slamming into her asshole again and again, over and over, as shecontinued to wail. Tony held back his climax as long as he could,until at last, he came powerfully. The moment his prick stoppedspurting come, he yanked the still hard organ out of her ass.
"There," he said, panting hard, "wasn't that nice? Aren't yougoing to thank me for giving you that reward? I think you should. It's only good manners."
Through the sobs that racked her body, Claire submissively thankedTony for dry fucking her up the ass. Then he let her down and untiedher bonds. Tossing her coat to her, he coldly ordered her to leave,turned his back on her and walked away. She covered her bruised,naked body with the trench coat, and walked out the door, still cryingpitifully.
As she drove home, many thoughts ran through her mind. At firstall she felt was pain, both physical and psychological. In a shortwhile, these sensations were joined by a sense of outrage directedat Tony for what he had done to her. By the time she arrived at herdoor, however, the thought had started to creep into her mind thatif she hadn't disappointed Tony in the first place, he wouldn't havehad to punish her. She felt certain that there was something wrongwith this line of thinking, but she couldn't quite determine whatit was. All she was certain of, was that she was hurt and confused.
When Claire entered her condo, her husband, Bill, was preoccupiedwatching a game on television. She greeted him with a kiss on thecheek and went directly to the bathroom. There she showered, changedinto a long nightgown to cover her many bruises, and then went straightto bed.
Meanwhile, Tony was sitting in his own living room. He too hadthe television turned on, but was not really watching it. He feltill at ease. Something was bothering him, but he wasn't sure whatit was. After the evening's events, he thought he should feel contentand powerful, but he did not. Although he had enjoyed himselfimmensely while they were going on, that feeling was now gone. Hetoo was confused, and depressed as well.
He decided that a good, stiff drink would straighten him out,so he had one, and then another. They didn't help.
Tony turned off the T.V. and went to sit out on the deck at therear of his home. Sometimes just sitting there, looking up at thestars helped to clarify his thoughts when he was wrestling with aproblem he couldn't solve. As he sat there sipping another drink,he reviewed what had occurred that evening in his mind, searchingfor a clue as to what was bothering him. He went over the eventsin detail, one at a time, looking for something he had overlooked,but to no avail. Finally, he just decided to sit there and clearhis head. Maybe it would come to him if he did that.
Several hours passed with Tony just sitting there. He was tired,but had no desire to sleep. Then, as the first, feeble streaks ofsunlight began to chase away the stars, it hit him. It wasn't a detailthat was bothering him. It was the whole damn thing!
He was faced with the reality that this thing he had aboutdominating Claire had taken on a life of his own. When he had startedit, he had simply been searching for a way to ensure that their sexualrelationship and their emotional involvement would continue. Nowit had become the be all and end all of their entire relationship.
He really loved Claire in every sense of the word, and now hewas deriving pleasure from hurting her, both physically andemotionally. He knew he had to stop it, but how? It was as if hehad become addicted to the practices that had crept into theirrelationship, those very practices that had replaced the love in thatrelationship with an uncontrollable urge to dominate and humiliateher in every way. There must be a way to stop it, he thought. Theremust be. But how?
All of a sudden the solution was clear to him. Of course, whyhadn't he thought of it before? Now that he had the answer, he feltcalm.
He went into the house and gathered up the originals and allthe copies of the pornographic video tapes he had made of Claire: the one at the motel with Dawn, the one at the bachelor party, andthe one showing her with all those soldiers at the motel near FortMonmouth. Then he destroyed each and every one of them, smashingtheir cases and cutting the tapes up into unusable bits. He disposedof the remnants of the video tapes in his neighbors' trash can, therebyreducing the possibility that they would be found.
Then Tony went back inside and found some writing paper.
"My Dearest Claire," he wrote. "Please forgive me for what Ihave done, and what I am about to do. I have allowed our mutualdevotion to become subjugated to my desire to dominate you. By thataction, I have killed the feelings of love which existed between usand replaced them with nothing but hurt and pain. It must stop, andit must stop now.
"By the time you read this, it will all be irrevocably ended. In time, your wounds will heal, and all will be as if our twistedrelationship never happened. I give you your freedom, the freedomto laugh, to be happy and to love. The freedom to be yourself onceagain. If you can find it in your heart, please forgive me, and thinkkindly of me from time to time.
"You don't have to worry about the videos I made falling intosomeone's hands. They no longer exist.
"They say that a person's last thoughts on this earth live onlong after his death. I hope that is the case, because my lastthoughts will be of my love for you."
He ended the letter, "With All My Love, Tony." Then he sealedit in an envelope, drove over to Claire's condominium, and droppedit in her mailbox. He felt good.
When he returned home, he went up to the attic and retrieveda small carton which he had brought home with him after his militaryservice. He hadn't looked inside the box in years. From it, hewithdrew a large caliber, miliary issue automatic pistol along withsome ammunition.
As he loaded the pistol, the idea struck him that the ammunitionmight not work after all those years in storage. That would certainlybe anticlimactic, he thought, chuckling to himself as he worked.
Then he placed the barrel of the pistol at his temple, closedhis eyes, and pulled the trigger. He didn't open his eyes again.
A couple of hours later, as Claire left her condo to go to work,she noticed a letter sticking out of her mailbox. "That's strange,"she thought. The mailman usually didn't arrive until after 10:00a.m. She removed the envelope, and thought it was stranger stillwhen she noticed it didn't have a stamp. There was something elsestrange about it, but she wasn't sure what it was. Her curiositywas mildly aroused, but since she was running late, she simply stuffedit into her purse and continued on to her car.
When she arrived at work, she sat at her desk having her firstcup of coffee and planning her day, as was her custom. All of a sudden, she realized what the third strange factor about the envelopewas: It had been addressed in Tony's handwriting!
She quickly pulled it from her purse and opened it. As soonas she finished reading it, she picked up the phone and dialed Tony'snumber. There was no answer. Claire hung up the phone and ran outof her office in a panic, not even bothering to tell her secretarywhere she was going. She got in her car and drove at breakneck speedto Tony's house, even though her vision was partially obstructed bythe tears falling from her eyes.
As she turned down Tony's block, she couldn't help but noticethe two police cars and the ambulance double parked in front. "Anambulance!" she thought. Maybe it wasn't too late!
Claire pulled her car over to the curb across the street andbegan to get out. Just as she did, she saw the white coated EMStechnicians emerge pushing a stretcher. At first, she was puzzledas to why they were moving so slowly. "Shouldn't they be hurryingmore?" she wondered.
As they made the turn to put the stretcher into the ambulance,however, the reason for their lack of hustle became evident. Thestretcher carried a packed, zipped up body bag. Claire fell backdown onto the seat of her car and began to sob uncontrollably. Shewas too late! It was all over!
She remained sitting in the car and crying for a very long time,after which she forced herself to drive home, and then cried somemore. Claire was still crying when her husband came home. When Billasked her what was wrong, she told him of Tony's death at his ownhand, leaving out any incriminating details of their affair, of course.
Bill knew that they had been close, but just how close he hadno idea. He held her in his arms and attempted to console her, buthis efforts were of no avail. Claire just kept crying. As a matterof fact, she cried most of the time until well after Tony's funeral.
She felt lost and without purpose. She couldn't even find themotivation to go to work, so she took a few days vacation. She stoppedshaving her pussy. There was no longer any sense in it now that Tonywas gone. Bill was a bit disappointed when he noticed she was lettingher pubic hair grow back in after keeping it clean shaven for so long. He had grown to like her bald pussy, but he said nothing about itto Claire. She noticed his disappointment about it the first timehe went down on her after she started to let it grow, but she justdidn't care, and let it keep growing in. She even started to wearunderwear again after she had generously re-stocked her supply onan all day shopping spree.
About a week or so after Tony was placed in the ground, Billinformed her that he had to go out of town on business for a coupleof weeks. At first, she didn't want him to go. She didn't thinkshe could take being alone just yet. As she thought about it, however,she mellowed to the idea, thinking that she could use this time topull herself together and prepare herself to get on with the restof her life, a life without Tony.
During those two weeks, Claire spent a lot of time thinking abouthow her life had been when Tony was alive, and how it would be nowthat he was gone. She also sought out and read quite a bit aboutdomination, in both popular works and psychological texts, tryingto gain an understanding of Tony's motivations in their relationshipand how she had allowed herself to be drawn so deeply into it as easilyas she had.
She became truly conscious of the fact she was now genuinelyfree, free to live her life as she pleased with her loving husband. She was again in full control of her own existence. When she allowedherself to realize this, it was as if a great weight had been liftedfrom her shoulders. Her depression dissipated and a confident calmsettled over her. She finally knew the course she had to take toput her life on back on track and be truly happy.
Bill got to the airport shortly before 1:00 p.m. after his returnflight and immediately caught a cab to rush back to the condo andsee Claire. He had missed her terribly while he was away, and hopedshe was finally recovering from her depression over Tony's death. He couldn't wait to see his loving little wife and hold her tenderlyin his arms.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and traffic was light, so the tripdidn't take very long at all. He arrived at their building at about2:00 p.m., and walked briskly up the stairs.
When he opened the door to his apartment, he came upon a scenethat jolted him so forcefully it literally knocked him back againstthe door with his mouth hanging open. There was Claire, sitting onthe floor in the center of the living room, facing the doorway wherehe stood. She sat in the lotus position, with her back straight,each foot crossed over the top of the opposite thigh, and her armshanging limply at her sides, palms upward. Her head was bowed deeply,causing her chin to rest on her upper chest.
Claire was completely naked, and in her open-legged posture itwas obvious that her cunt was once again shaved bald. It took hima moment longer to realize that it also had the broad end of anapparently very large dildo sticking out of it. In the dead silenceof the room he could clearly hear it buzzing.
Neatly arranged on the floor around her was a vast array of sexrelated toys: dildos and butt plugs of many sizes, shapes and colors,wrist and ankle straps, handcuffs, ball gags, nipple clamps, whips,and curiously enough, a wide leather garrison belt. Beyond her,against the far wall, was a large pile of what appeared to be theshredded remnants of many pieces of lingerie.
Bill had not uttered a sound since he entered the apartment. He had been actually been stunned speechless. A hundred questionsraced through his mind, but he could not find his tongue to give themvoice. They all became irrelevant when, a few seconds later, Clairespoke.
"Welcome home, my husband and master. I vow to be your obedientslave in all things, and to devote my life to your pleasure. Howmay I serve you?"
Several days later, two psychics in the area independentlyreported that, beginning at about 2:05 p.m. the previous Saturday,they had heard what could only be described as a long, loud andmournful wail of despair emanating from the direction of the localcemetery. One month later, they both quietly moved to another county. Apparently, they couldn't stand the screaming.
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