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CHAPTER 17 ( NO REST FOR THE WICKED )
He sent off a deliberately vague outline of the evening in an e-mail to Bob.
Bob,
I have the perfect
location for your wife’s kidnapping and eventual rape scene. (Of course
As a subconscious
reassurance her plight is hopeless make sure you phone a friend or neighbor while
she is in your presence and say these exact words, “Hey, it’s Bob. Sue and I
will be on a little excursion and may not be home for a couple of days. If you
get a chance could you check on the house for us. We
shouldn’t be gone too long.”
This is just to give
your wife a sense of lost hope about anyone looking for her once she realizes
she has been kidnapped. It’s a powerful thought that no matter what you guys
wouldn’t be missed for awhile. Trust me it works.
Lastly, make sure you
don’t tell anyone of these plans. Something this kinky isn’t a subject the best
of friends can keep a secret about.
On Friday morning,
I’ll send you a quick note as to where to go and how to go about creating a
situation where she will eventually be attacked.
I have much to do and
need to get me some Viagra for you know what buddy.
DB Slaver
Bob got very aroused imaging Susan in some sort of elegant evening wear and having it torn from her body while struggling in ropes. He hated to admit it to himself but it was a fantasy he had always thought about. But he was a little skeptical about this calling his neighbor and telling him they would be gone away for a while. After all during their initial meeting, they agreed that the ordeal shouldn’t last much more than 12 – 14 hours. Bob was concern anything more might be too much even for his kinky wife.
Hell, I guess it’s just for mental impact he told himself. Bob decided this DB Slaver probably had a lot more experience and he should just follow all his advice.
As instructed, Bob deleted the e-mail and went into the bathroom, once again imagining his gorgeous wife’s reaction to being stripped naked and perhaps fucked in an alley.
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Meanwhile, someone else who was thinking of the same blonde naked and paying homage to his cock, was dialing Susan cell phone. “Slut, this is Master Larry. Make up any excuse you want but you will be meeting me on the corner of Jackson and Platt at 9 tonight.”
“Please Larry. This is the first night Bob and I have a chance to be alone. Please, I’ll do what you want tomorrow night or…”
Larry cut her pleading short. “Shut the fuck up cunt. Jackson and Platt in Bryerwood at 9 tonight. You are to wear only a long t-shirt, your collar and those fuck me heels. It’s time you paid old Larry back for being so good to you. Some rich fuck who heard about your bar exploited from the other night is willing to pay some big bucks for a few hours with your ass and if you don’t want old Bobby to get a pre-released copy of your video whoring in my own bed, then you’ll be there, on time.” Larry hung up knowing damn well she would do it. His hand rubbed his cock. Damn had he fallen into a good thing or what? First he got himself a fantastic piece of slut ass and now some horny dude was willing to pay him a grand to rent it. Man if he could get himself a few contacts like this he bet and when the word got out that his slut slave would do anything, the price would skyrocket.
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Bob was so psyched about the whole set up Strict Master had sent him that he went right out to buy Susan a dress. However he did not go to a clothing resale store. He knew exactly the style of dress he wanted to see his wife be grabbed and raped in. Or more accurately wore before it was torn from her.
Bob wasn’t sure if Sue was a size 6 or 8. It was always one of those things over their years of marriage when he bought presents that it seemed her sizes changed. In reality Sue was a perfect size 6 however some cheaper dress cuts weren’t roomy on top for Sue tits. She would complain but Bob loved the look of her full breasts oozing out of a tight top.
“Exactly what type of an affair will the outfit be worn at ?” the sales lady asked.
“Ah, well she’ll be meeting a new friend of mine for the first time and we want to make a real good impression on him.” Bob snickered. The sales lady suggested a nice pants suit and blazer top to be a little conservative.
“Ah no. I mean I’ve been talking her up to him and we want to kind of, … well show her off if you know what I mean.” The sales clerk raised an eyebrow but went and picked three nice summer dresses. It wasn’t at all what Bob wanted but felt embarrassed even suggesting something more revealing. He wondered how his wife could deal with all the humiliation and exposure she went through over the past weeks. Just trying to buy a revealing dress was embarrassing him. “I’m sorry but, well she feels kind of frisky about this meeting and I was thinking something sexier.”
When the older sales clerk pulled two more dresses off racks she was actually being patronizing and never expected them to be considered. “That one.” Bob eagerly pointed to a shinny silver dress the sales clerk felt was designed more for a college girl going to a night club rather than some 30 year old going to meet her husband’s new friend.
“Are you sure sir. This dips drastically low in back and is pretty short for a lady.”
“No, no, she was looking at something along this line the other week. She’ll love it.”
The sales clerk was sure this wasn’t the type of dress some married woman would want for such an event. Men can be so stupid when it comes to women’s clothing. Too many hot babes on TV or in their magazines wearing stuff no one in their right mind would walk out in public in. “Oh you said she might be a size 8. I’m sorry but we only have this in a 6.” She lied in hopes to persuade him to look for something else.
“I’ll take it.” Bob excitedly replied.
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“When will this ever end?” Sue thought as she prepared another drink that would knock her husband out for the night so she could meet up with the scum ball Larry Parker. I can’t keep doing this. The bastard will never let up. She knew this now. Susan promised herself she would come completely clean about what has been happening to her and how Larry has been blackmailing her. She knew Bob would be very upset with her for letting this all get out of hand but she knew he would eventually forgive her and figure a way out of this predicament. In spite of the videos the fucker had of her, she figured once Larry was told Bob knew everything his hold on her and them would be drastically lessen.
As she thought this over she also realized she had better not give Larry any indication of her intentions of confessing all to her husband or the weasel might come up with something more that they could not get out of. In spite of her fervent hatred for him, Sue knew she had to make Larry believe he had broken her of any reluctance on her part. It made her stomach turn to visualizing herself submitting to whatever he wanted of her tonight but that was what she must do to get through this. Then she would play out Bob’s planned ordeal to make him happy and finally begin to put and end to all this.
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“What do you say we go on up stairs early this evening?” Bob asked as they finished up the dinner dishes.
“It’s only 6:30, honey.” Sue replied.
“I know but I have a big evening planned for you, well us, tomorrow night and I think we should get a lot of rest but first I was hoping you could take care of a certain urge I have dealt with all day thinking of you and tomorrow.” Bob looked down at his crotch and grabbed the bulge in his pants. Sue knew they had plenty of time before she would have to meet up with Larry but also knew she could let Bob fall off to sleep on his own without the sleeping potion or he might awaken before she returned home. Bob pulled her arm and they went up to the bedroom together.
It had been some time since Bob had been this aggressive in bed with her. Whatever had stirred his loins was one hell of an aphrodisiac. Bob pounded away at her cunt but wasn’t seeing himself fucking his wife but rather the slut slave she would be tomorrow night. While Susan relished in the pleasure of this rare opportunity to make love with her husband rather than being fucked by some many stranger’s cocks.
Both were panting as his spent cock remained in her hot pussy. Bob closed his eyes and enjoyed his wife’s still convulsing pussy. Her knew he was a lucky man to have such a sexy wife. In his mind, he was sure tomorrow night would be beyond any experience she could imagine. He only hoped he hadn’t planned too much for her. Bob finally rolled off her luscious body.
Sue looked over at the clock. It was
“No thanks. Your hot pussy was all I needed.” He said kissing one of her breast.
“Oh come on. Have one glass with me. I don’t want to drink alone.” She lied.
Bob agreed and was about to get out of bed to get them when she jumped naked from her side of the bed and told him, just lay back and she would serve him.
Bob watched her sexy naked ass as she left the room to get the wine. “You bet you will be serving me and probably old DB Slave tomorrow night.” Just the thought of her helplessly spread out was working it’s magic on his cock again.
When Susan returned with the two glasses he was in no mood to sip wine with her but for whatever reason she insisted he sit up and drink. Bob took a small sip and put his glass on the bedside table. You know I think I could get it up again in a little while you sexy thing, you.”
Susan smiled to hide her own guilt. Here her husband was showing her all the attention any wife craves and she was in the process of knocking him out for the count to meet up with that fucken bastard Larry. Sue lean over and picked his glass back up. “A toast to my husband, who is one hell of a tiger tonight.”
Bob really didn’t want the wine but because of her insistence he downed the remainder before pushing her back on her side of the bed.
Sue spread herself open and he worked his semi hard cock back up into her still very wet pussy. He slowly began to work his dick in and out when the heavier than normal spiked drink began to take it’s affects. Sue kissed him knowing what he thought was his failure to continue was her fault. “I’m…. sorry honey. Maybe give me a few minutes more to get it up. I think I shouldn’t have drank the wine so fast. I feel….” Bob dropped off into the heavy drugged unconsciousness. Once again, Sue kissed her husband. “I’m so sorry honey. Honestly, I am.” She said ash she covered him up and slipped out of bed to begin to get ready for her appointment.
Sue showered and made herself up. Putting on make up to look good for such a scumbag was difficult, but she kept telling herself once again she had to suppress any hate toward Larry and make him think he was breaking her. She put one of Bob’s long t-shirts on which along with her fuck me heels was the only clothing he indicated she would be allowed.
One more time she kissed her deeply sleeping husband’s cheek
before leaving the house. It was
t-shirt allowed little cover once she seated. Her hairless cunt and her ass peeked out as the shirt pulled back. At least the car would conceal her situation. Sue reached into her bag and took out the dog collar. She dutifully locked it around her neck knowing this simple act signified from that moment until her release, she was Larry slut slave.
All kinds of thoughts ran through her head as she drove to the appointed location. She had concerns of Bob possibly waking and finding her gone. How could she ever explain what had all transpired. She of course was leery every time a truck or those big SUVs came along side her. A woman alone in a car often gets a glance from most men. Sue’s looks got her a fair share more. The trouble was wearing only a t-shirt made her appear to be wearing either and extremely short skirt less. The later of course being the case. Several times some guy tried to get her attention but she refused to look toward anyone calling out to her from the other vehicle. Lastly, most assuredly, she began thinking what perverted time was Larry planning for her and who was this other guy who was willing to pay him to use her?
Sue hated the fact that the very thought of being paid for or sold to another made her pussy twitch. She never had any fantasies of being a hooker or anything like that but she knew, as sick as it was, that the very thought of someone wanting to pay for her body and probably more was exciting her. This coupled with the fact that no matter what he looked like or seemed like, she would be helpless under Larry’s domination to do anything about any of this.
Sue kept telling herself she hated the very idea. She hated being forced into all this. She was not that kind of person and yet her hand dabbed up a slight trickle of her own cunt juices as she approached the Jackson and Platt.
Susan had never been in this section of Bryerwood before.
Being somewhat of a more industrial area, the only time Bob and her ever went
to Bryerwood was to pick up building or gardening supplies. As she drove down
“All mine!” Larry thought as the stunning blonde approached
in her flashing high heels. “Give me the t-shirt.” Susan stopped. She glanced
around and was about to protest. “I said take the fucken shirt off now slave.”
Sue looked around in a panic. “If you don’t give me that shirt in 5 seconds
well be doing this on
Sue knew he meant it and would do it. She immediately pulled the shirt up over her head. He told her to toss it over to him. Although she hadn’t seen anyone the last two block while driving her, she was in a panic as she stood naked out on the street. Larry enjoyed not only her naked humiliation but more so his power over her to make her do such a thing.
Larry was holding a bag in his hand and tossed it to her when she was within a few feet. “Put this on slut and get your ass in the car. I don’t want to be late.”
At first she was extremely relieved to get anything to put on but when she took a couple identical articles of clothing out of the bag, she looked puzzled. There were two tube tops but no skirt. She soon learn one of the tight scanty stretchy tube tops was her skirt. The tight bottom just cross an inch under her shaved cunt. While the bottoms of her curvy ass cheeks poked out from behind. Larry was very satisfied by the look. Coupled with the collar and fuck me heels, the whole look screamed slut.
During the short walk over to Larry’s car, Susan had to pull the bottom of the so called skirt down twice. Any movement or the slightest bend exposed her front and back. Susan knew it made no sense to complain. He’d only make things worse if she did.
Larry snapped his finger. Sue wasn’t prepared to react as he wanted. Here she just changed clothing out on a street and looked cheaper than any hooker she ever saw in the movies. “You fucken cunt. Can’t you remember anything. One snap is position one. Sue begged him to forgive her as she dropped to her knees and locked her hands behind her head as required. Larry would have loved to have come up with some kind of humiliating punishment but they were pressed for time. He was however delighted with the effects of her number one position. By kneeling with her legs spread the bottom tube top used as the skirt simply slither up around her waist leaving her cunt completely exposed. Also with her arms up and hands laced behind her neck, the skimpy tight top also slink up her on hefty tits. The taunt underside elastic of the petite tube top was edging all the way to the bottom of her tit’s nipples. It wouldn’t take much for the top to pop off her smashed mounds.
“Perfect.” Was all the bastard said as he noted both tight stretchy tubes basically essentially automatically raised up to expose his slut as if they were curtains opening on stage. “Bend over cunt. We got to stretch that asshole of yours for some possible heavy use tonight.”
Susan sighed but refrained from even attempting to protest when she spotted the outrageously large bulbous plug he began lubricating. Larry gave her little time to try and relax her asshole before forcing the thick rubber plug up in to her backside. At least he was using lubricant, she thought to herself. Susan let out a grunt when the large plum finally seated it self past her tight opening. She slowly raised up trying somehow to tolerate her packed ass.
Larry laughed at his slut. He couldn’t decide whether her humiliation or pain was more entertaining to him. Get your ass in the car we got to go. And oh, you might want to consider covering your fucken ass and tit before you get yourself arrested.
In spite of being a little late Larry just couldn’t resist humiliating the submissively ensnared wife even further. He commanded her to bounce upon the plug while they drove. Knowing all the while that the massive plug would feel like to her back hole. It felt like Sue was being raped by a horse.
Oh life was so good for him, he thought as they drove to the very same bar he first met this slut when Bob and he meet one evening months ago. Susan would soon know this was a bar they use to patronize often before Pam came into their lives. Many of Bob’s old friends could be in there most any night. Larry was fully aware of this. Just one more way to humiliate the slut. He picked out the bar when he set up meeting his slut slaves very first paying client.
As they pulled into the parking lot of the Pinewood Susan let out a shrieking cry. “Nooo, no not here. Please Larry. This will get back to Bob for sure.”
Shut the fuck up cunt. Maybe if you work fast and finish up with this client, you might just get out of here before someone real important sees you. Lets just say this is to ensure you don’t hesitate with anything demanded of you slut. And understand this, if you piss me or the client off for any reason what so ever, any reason at all, you will be stripping and doing lap dances in there to make up for the money you blow for me so you better not show the slightest reluctance. Susan eyes were filling with tears when he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “Do you understand slut?” Susan nodded yes.
When they walked into the lounge, Sue did a quick look around. It was hard to see everyone considering the dimness of the environment but other than the bartender, Ken and an old guy and his wife who’s name Sue could not recall at the moment, she didn’t notice any of Bob’s old friends in the place. Then again it wasn’t a weekend yet. Still being so skimpily dressed as she was, Susan and Larry quickly got the attention of everyone in her outer bar area.
“Wooo, hey there sweat cheeks, that is one hell of an almost outfit you have on. What do you call it, a cloth recession design?” Someone from a booth asked. Ken the bartender noticed just who’s ass and tits weren’t, by any stretch of the imagination, conceal in the twin bands. “Sue? Is that you Sue?” he asked.
Susan blushed even deeper than she already was when the bartender recognized her. Her hand unconsciously went up to hide the collar locked on her neck. Larry noticed this and slapped it away.
When the bartender started to say something about this Larry just informed him she was with him and to mind his own business. He knew the slut was his to do as he pleased with and unlike Sue, he didn’t care who knew it. Predictably, everyone in the bar by this point was looking at her as nothing more than a trampy slut. This was just the way Larry liked things.
Sue could feel both tiny elastic bands once again beginning to sliding up. Her attempt to disguise her abatement of this movement was spotted by Larry. To her horror she heard the bastard snap his fingers once. She forced herself to obediently respond and the second her knees hit the floor and her hands went up behind her head, both of the insignificant tubes snapped up. A roar went up at the bar as her tits wobbled free and her cunt and ass became fully exposed.
“Holy shit look at them tits!” someone exclaimed.
“Fuck the tits. The look at that thing shoved up her ass.”
Sue thought she was going to be sick. Considering all the humiliations Larry the bastard had put her though, this felt like it was the worse. Maybe because this was so close to home. With a few people who have a slight acquaintance with her and her husband. She knew she had to obey but just how far could she go?
“I believe that cunt and ass is scheduled for
Larry left Sue exposed and spread open on her knees as he went to the concealed booth. Sue’s heart was pounding. To the delight of the customers enjoying her quandary, they watched her tits rise and fall with each involuntary seductive breath.
From where Sue knelt she could not see the man Larry was talking to, however she did see him hand Larry an envelope which he opened and looked inside before stuffing it in his coat pocket.
Larry got up and ordered Sue to remove the two rolled up elastic tubes and bend over one of the barstools. “It’s time to warm up this bitches ass.” Larry announced to the bar patrons? Are there any objections?”
Sue was a little surprised that not one person what was taking place in this bar was considered a bit too illicit. Not one person saw a vulnerable woman being ordered to expose herself and obey commands but instead only saw a piece of slut ass and apparently wanted to see what would happen next.
Larry pulled Sue’s wrists all the way down to the stool bottom wrung and locked them there with handcuffs. Her plugged ass was held up high on the seat but this wasn’t enough. Larry proceeded to tie her upper thighs apart on the stool legs. Her cunt and ass spread lewdly open.
Anyone wanting to help redden this slut’s ass may take their turn with five lashes each. And can get a second turn until she has received 50 lashes.
Larry lean down towards Sue’s head. “Tell the people this is ok with you and you want this slut.”
Sue knew there was nothing she could do to stop this but could only make things worse by disobeying. “I accept my beating.” she said.
Larry corrected her and whispered in her ear exactly what to say.
“Please whip Master Larry’s slut’s ass as hard as you can.” She tried to sincerely implore.
What happen from that point on for the next half hour or so became a blur to Sue. Various degrees of lashes rained over her taunt open bottom. Her upper thighs and ass burned when it was over. Larry untied and recuffed her hands behind her back before attaching the leash to her collar and leading her naked and blindfolded out of the bar, leaving the joke of an outfit on the bar room floor. Sometime during her ass whooping, the stranger Larry had spoken to and obviously received payment from, left the place.
He lead her way out behind the bar and past some storage building. Suddenly Larry’s tugging on the leash stopped her and she heard a gasp, a brief struggle and finally what sounded like a moan from Larry. “What is happening?” she asked in a frightened whisper?
No one answered, however, her leash was pulled upward and she soon discovered it was affixed to what felt like a chain link fence.
After trying to make out what some other sounds were about she could tell someone was near her. “Master Larry is that you?” The only answer was a shocking touch to her shamingly wet cunt. The sound of a zipper and some heavy breathing was followed by the warm feeling of a hard cock pushing up into her. Whether it was all the humiliation and sexual stimulations Sue had endured over the past hours or simply the acceptance at some point lately she’d been just succumbing to the fact she truly was the slut others saw her as, she responded to the cock sliding up into her cunt. She fucked back as enthusiastically as he pounded her. And the climax that followed was incredible. So much so that she passed out and nearly cut off her own breath when she went limp and hung from the collar and leash which was still attached to the fence.
Sue awoke still naked, cuffed and blindfolded only she could
tell she was on a back seat of a moving car. Her ass was still stuffed but
whatever it was it felt like s metal plug. “Master Larry?” she weary asked. The
fact she didn’t get a smartass reply or comment scared Sue. He mind began to
race. Was she being kidnapped? It dawn on her how perfectly easily it could be
since neither her drugged husband at home nor anyone else knew where she might
be.
“I’m sorryyyyyyyyy ahhhh” once more the electrical blew into her back end.” When she finally recovered she knew she better not say another word. Sue heard her captive chuckle from her reaction.
For the next 20 minutes she lay thinking this was the end.
Being both an accomplished slaver and true sadistic,
“Listen to me Suzy slut. You are about 2 blocks from home. I’m going to leave the controller for your ass zapper as well as the key to your cuffs on your front porch. So I have good news and bad news for you.” Again he had to snigger. “Once I leave you, all you have to do is enjoy your stroll home, unlock your wrists and go join your hubby in bed. Your night is over but first get on your knees, I want to dump a load of cum down your throat. A slut like you can make a guy climax several times a night.”
To Sue this was a small price to pay to get home alive and
not all that worse for wear. Indeed her substantially used sucking skills
drained
“Please don’t do this. …………….aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
“Stupid slut. You just earned yourself the highest setting on this thing. Slut cunts like you are for fucking, sucking and beating, not listening to her whining. You better learn this now, it may save you some pain later.”
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