Bodice Ripper

This is a fantasy, you should not try this stuff in real life. In real life people who do these things can get hurt, killed or locked away for a very long time.

The characters exist only in my imagination and any resemblance to persons living or dead would be coincidental and very creepy.

Robin Winter was terribly sad. She knew she had no right to be. She was 27, attractive healthy and had a job as a romance writer that had allowed her to purchase and renovate a cozy farmhouse on 5 acres. But as she drank her second glass of wine and watched a third car head down the little two lane road towards her only neighbors, the Blakes about half-a-mile further on, she still felt sad.

When the Blakes had moved in and started their own renovations about 6 months ago, she’d gone over with a bottle, some cheese and crackers; just to be neighborly.

They’d hit it off right away. Elizabeth Blake looked to be in her early 30’s but Robin was sure she was older. Her hair was still a raven’s wing black and she had a firm figure many 20 year olds would kill for.

William. Never Bill and definably not Billy, He had to be mid 40’s if the distinguishing grey at his temples told Robin anything. He had to work out a lot considering how his pecs and arms strained his fashionable T-shirts.

Despite the age difference they became close. When Elizabeth found out what Robin did she went out and bought all of Robin’s books. She would ask Robin probing questions about her process, especially the parts that Robin used to spice up her work. Robin always included at least one long chapter, sometimes more, where the heroine was captured, striped and tortured; sometimes she was sold into slavery, sometimes kept as the villain’s sex toy, but always rescued in the end.

Robin was flattered by Elizabeth’s interest, but writing those particular scenes always made Robin uncomfortable, she’d always feel strangely aroused when imagining her heroine’s capture. Elizabeth seemed to sense this, but would keep probing anyway, and Robin didn’t want to hurt her new friend’s feelings.

But all that changed two months ago. With the renovations finished Robin began to see cars headed down her little road to the Blakes. The only explanation was some sort of party to which she had not been invited. She still got together with the Blakes on other occasion, but always just the three of them. They never explained all the traffic on certain weekends and she never pressed the matter, fearing it would be rude, but it bothered her. Why would they exclude her when they’d gotten on so well? Were these older, more sophisticated friends and the Blakes were embarrassed by their acquaintance with someone so young and inexperienced? Her curiosity was such that on one occasion she took a midnight spin past their place. She spied half a dozen cars in front.  The house was dark but she could just make out lights in the barn. She had nearly walked up pretending to drop by, but her nerve failed.

Now after watching the another car go by and with the first bottle of wine empty, Robin felt her sadness turn to anger. What was wrong with her anyway? She was smart, witty, attractive and damn good company. How dare they be afraid to introduce her to their other friends.

Then an idea struck her. She’d see for herself what was so special about these gatherings. There was a hedgerow that blocked the view of the road from the barn and house. She could park her jeep there, and sneak up along the tree line to the barn. It was an old barn, there had to be a knothole of gap through which she could watch undetected.

The wine and anger had quieted the part of Robin’s brain that might have told her what a bad idea this was, and so she slipped on her boots, grabbed her keys and headed out.

The moon was nearly full so Robin drove with her lights out. She parked behind the hedge, out of sight of the barn and began to sneak along the tree line, or as close to it as she could in her tipsy state. The adrenaline starting to pump, sobering her a bit but not enough to convince her to turn around and go home.

She saw no opening at the rear of the barn and began to move along the side away from the road, but in the moonlight. She was about to give up when she found a small hole and peered through. The light was too bright inside to catch anything clearly the first look, so she stood up and pressed her hand to her eye before trying again.

“See anything interesting?”

Robin froze at the sound of William’s voice behind her. But before she could react or try to explain she was slammed forward into the barn wall. The wind momentarily knocked out of her, she opened her mouth to scream, but as soon as she did a small rubber ball was forced between her teeth and tied tight.

Robin began to panic and tried to struggle, but she was at an awkward angle and William was a great deal stronger. Then she felt the touch of metal close about her wrist; handcuffs!!! Before she knew it her hands were secured behind her back and then everything went black. Some sort of bag had been dropped over her head and was cinched at the neck.

Robin was now terrified as she was half dragged, half propelled toward; what, she wasn’t sure but inside the barn was a safe bet.

When the voices she had heard from outside went silent, robin figured they were inside, then she was forced to her knees.

“What have we here? “ asked Elizabeth

“Well I was going to give you a piece of jewelry, but my dear it seems I caught you a much better gift. Happy Birthday!”

With that the bag was whipped of Robin’s head. Her mind already reeling with William’s words, she found herself blinking rapidly to clear her vision in the brightly lit barn. What she saw only served to increase her confusion.

Directly in front of her sat Elizabeth on a chair that looked more like an electric chair than a throne. By Elizabeth sat with a regal air, wearing a bustiere that she seemed to be in danger of falling out of, a g-string and a pair of knee high boots. Around her stood about half a dozen people all wearing similarly black clothing, many of them in similar stages of undress. All save one who wore an incongruous white chef’s hat.

Robin’s eyes grew wider as the reason became clear.  A bit to his left a naked woman lay strapped to a gurney like table. One of the straps ran across her mouth holding an apple in place. What has she gotten herself into.

Robin shook her head to try to clear it, but this broadened her view of her surrounding and that didn’t help. The horse stalls had been turned into cages three of which were occupied; two by naked woman and the last by a naked man. Further back were all sorts of crossed and tables, another four of these also held bound, naked bodies.

“Well” Elizabeth purred “I suppose I should unwrap my gift.”

Robin found herself being pushed onto her stomach. William quickly removed her boots and socks as Robin tried to kick and squirm.

“Angie” he called “give me a hand.”

To Robin’s terror a blond woman for whom the term Amazon seemed to be coined strode toward them.

The two got Robin to her now bare feet and propelled her forward until she stood between a pair of posts. As William held her still, Angie fitted a sort of harness over Robin’s head, which was then secured to the posts. Next her sweater was raised a bit and a belt with several rings on it was secured around her waist and tied to the posts. Finally cuffs were placed around her ankles and tied off.

Robin now stood helplessly between the two posts and watched as Elizabeth approached her brandishing a pair of sewing sheers. Robin’s eyes widened and she did her best to plead through the gag for her friend not to do this to her. Elizabeth seemed to understand.

“Sorry sweetie” she said “but this is where the heroine suffers indignities. Try not to squirm, I really don’t want to injure you.”

Elizabeth pulled Robin’s sweater toward her,

“I’m afraid a cable knit is more difficult to rip than a bodice, so we’ll have to do this the easy way.”

Elizabeth quickly cut the front of the sweater open. Then moving behind Robin, she cut the length of both sleeves and with a quick tug threw what was left on the floor. Likewise Elizabeth made quick work of Robin’s jeans. She stepped back to admire her work.

“Tsk, tsk, this will never do Robin” Elizabeth said, “what were you thinking to go out like that.”

She had worn an old athletic bra and white cotton granny panties, never imagining anyone would see them.

“Well there’s nothing for it” Elizabeth intoned, “they’ll have to go.”

With three quick snips Robin’s bra joined the rapidly growing pile. Her breasts were not particularly large, but they were well firm and pert. To her shock Elizabeth palmed each, jiggling them like she was weighting a melon. Elizabeth then lowered her head and ran her tongue around Robin’s nipples bringing each to attention; worse still Robin felt her juices begin to flow under Elizabeth’s sensual ministrations.

“Well now for the bow” Elizabeth lilted.

Robin tried to shake her head but was held tightly in place. She didn’t think it would have mattered, but felt she should make some protest. Elizabeth took her time in cutting away Robin’s panties, then nonchalantly tossed the rag aside.

“Oh look’ she enthused, “Robin’s a natural redhead”. Elizabeth rubbed her hand over Robin’s neatly trimmed pubic hair, and then favored Robin with a particular nasty leer. “And” she continued “she’s moist”. Elizabeth raised her fingers to she Robin that they glistened with her own juices; them licked her fingers clean, as if savoring a particularly rich dessert.

Robin felt herself blush furiously. She closed her eyes briefly, hoping it would all go away. When she opened them, things had gotten worse. Elizabeth had laid aside her shears and replaced it with a bamboo cane. Elizabeth put her mouth against Robin’s ear and whispered.

“I’m sorry sweetie, this is going to hurt; but I think things will go easier afterwards.”

Robin tried to plead with her eyes and beg into her gag. Elizabeth either didn’t get it, or ignored her.

The first few taps were light, almost massage-like, but Robin heard the rush of the wind and tensed as the cane struck her. Every nerve exploded as she strained against her bonds. The next two blows send Robin’s mind reeling into a world where nothing existed but the pain. The Elizabeth began the lighter taps once more.

“Was it over?” but Robin barely got the thought out before she heard the swish. She saw red as the pain once more flamed through her body. Another blow struck her and she screamed into her gag until she thought her throat would tear.

As Elizabeth came back into her view Robin realized her beating really was over.

“There, there, sweetie” Elizabeth cooed, as if to confirm. “all done.”

Elizabeth undid the harness that held Robin’s head in place and used a wet wipe to clean the tears and snot running down her face. She kissed Robin gently on the forehead.

Elizabeth cupped Robin’s chin meeting her eyes. “Now I don’t want to have to do that to you again tonight Robin, so you will behave.”

Despite the fact that Elizabeth had made it a statement, Robin nodded vigorously in agreement; she really didn’t want Elizabeth to have to do that to her again either.

While Angie and William undid Robin’s bonds, Elizabeth affixed a slim collar around her throat and attached a leash to it. With some ceremony she led Robin back to the chair, and with a bit of help Robin was able to kneel by Elizabeth’s throne, “like a trained poodle” she thought.

“Time for the cake” announced William.

The reason for the girl strapped to the table became apparent as the large man in the white chef’s hat began to spread warm chocolate over her torso. He’d stop every once in a while to arrange fruit or candy in the chocolate. After he had finished, the chef used a cake decorator to create whip cream mounds over the girl’s breasts and topped each with a ruby red cherry. Finally he created a mound of whip cream over her navel, into which he placed one candle. He lit the candle and the assembled group, at least those without gags in their mouth, broke into an enthusiastic rendition of happy birthday.

Elizabeth tied Robin’s leash around the arm of the chair and rose gracefully, taking the acclamation as her due. She walked over to her living cake and with a quick puff blew out the candle.

“Did you make a wish?” Angie cried.

“Oh yes, indeed” Elizabeth replied and looked over her shoulder at Robin with a leer that made the younger woman shudder.

“First bite to the birthday girl” the chef intoned.

Elizabeth lowered her mouth over the girl’s whipped cream covered breast, licking, biting and teasing. The girl began to squirm under Elizabeth’s ministrations.

Finally Elizabeth turned to the company, looking a little ridiculous her face smeared with chocolate and cream.

“Will my guests please join me?” She asked

With a cheer the other guests fell upon the living cake. No one used their hands, rather with tongues and teeth, they licked and pried away the covering sweets and excited the morsel beneath.

Robin watched with fascination and her own growing excitement. She could feel the dampness between her legs increase. Twice she watched wide eyed as the captive on the table tensed and realized that Elizabeth’s cake was having an orgasm.

Eventually the strange dessert ended and the cake was released. Her chef helped her from the table as she seemed a bit wobblie.

“Ladies and gentlemen” said William “a round of applause for Master Chef and Slave Dish.”

There was a hardy cheer and the objects of admiration took their bows.

“And now” William continued “it is time for birthday licks.”

A young man was led forward he was naked and his hands were bound behind him. He knelt in front of Elizabeth and with a little help from her undid the bows with his teeth and removed her leather panties. He then began to perform cunnilingus. Robin watched with fascination as Elizabeth began to moan with pleasure. Even more amazing to her while this young man brought Elizabeth to orgasm, her husband watched without a trace of jealousy. In fact Robin thought he looked absolutely happy and something else that Robin preferred not to think about.

Once Elizabeth had relaxed and the man led away, William returned to his role as master of ceremonies.

“And finally” He intoned “the untraditional birthday spanking.”

“Untraditional” Robin thought. She didn’t have long to see why. Instead of Elizabeth being placed across someone’s knee for a spanking, a naked woman was placed across hers.

The woman was bound and foot and gagged. She squirmed as Elizabeth gently rubbed her hand over the woman’s behind, then Smack, “ONE” the assembled group cheered. Smack, “TWO”.

Robin watched as the woman’s rear went from pale white, to rose pink and finally to a firey red. At 41, the spanking ended to a general cheer.

“She won’t sit for a week” Robin thought.

The spanking over, Elizabeth, now san her spankee, rose from her throne.

“My dearest friends” she said ,”I am touched by this wonderful celebration, and I thank you. I know the hour is late but please feel free to avail yourselves of our little playspace before bed.”

With a final cheer Elizabeth’s guests began to scatter. Naked men and women were affixed to various tables, wooden crosses and other, stranger, pieces of equipment to be beaten, tortured and fucked.

At first Robin tried to take it all in, but eventually all her attention fixed on Angie. The beautiful blond was beating a woman tied to a cross. A flogger in each hand, her arms seemed to move in intricate patterns that Robin could barely follow.

Robin was snapped out of her reverie by a sharp tug on her leash. Startled she turned to find both Elizabeth and William staring at her in a very predatory manner.

“Come sweetie” said Elizabeth, “time to give your captor his reward.”

Robin felt a chill go down her spine, but bound, gagged, collared and leashed as she was, there was little choice but to follow where Elizabeth led her.

Where she was led was a high table whose purpose was very apparent. Robin tried to struggle but she was so tired, hungry and scared at this point it wasn’t much of a fight. Within moments she was bent over with her upper body laying on the table surface. Heavy straps across her shoulders and back held her in place. Her legs were spread apart and her ankles cuffed to the table’s supports, her toes barely touching the ground. A slight curve in the tabletop lifted her ass slightly and left her sex obscenely exposed.

The next thing Robin felt was soft fingers manipulating her clitoris and gently probing her virgina.

“Shall I get the lube?” asked William

“Not necessary dearest.” replied Elizabeth with a deep chuckle, “Our little Robin is quite prepared for you.”

It was true, everything Robin had seen and experienced that night had brought her to a high state of arousal. That her body should so betray her was one thing; that Elizabeth and William should learn about it was more humiliation than she thought she could stand.

Robin’s thoughts were interrupted by what could only be the tip of William’s cock penetrating her. She found herself responding as he inched himself deeper into her, taking his time and driving her to distraction. At one point, to her horror, she even wriggled her ass to tempt him into faster action.

“My God” she thought, “how big could he be?”

Robin felt a sheen of sweat rise on her body. Then William rammed himself fully into her. She gasped as she felt the tip of his penis bounce off her cervix. It didn’t last long as a white light engulfed her followed by darkness.

When Robin next opened her eyes she found her self cradled in a pair of strong arms, her head resting against a nicely hard chest. Elizabeth’s face looked into hers with what seemed to be real concern.

“Can you hear me Robin?” she asked, “Are you alright?”

Robin nodded, how could she tell Elizabeth what she didn’t understand herself. That she was better than alright, that she felt utterly well and safe.

“Thank you.” Robin murmured as sleep claimed her.

To be continued