BDSM Library - Imaginings I: Bernadette in Wien

Chapter 1

Bernadette Winkler, a pretty, twenty-something Austrian who had recently moved to Wien in search of a better job, a better apartment and a better love life, had been exchanging erotic e-mails with a peculiar American. This correspondence had kept her excited for some months, excitement which she worked off by writing female-submissive pornography and posting it on the Internet, but now that she had moved, it would be some time before she could resume the relationship, having temporarily lost the use of her computer. So, although excited by her new flat and challenged by her new job, she felt bored. And horny. And this is how all of her troubles started.

After only a couple of weeks on her new job, Bernadette had nearly settled in, becoming confident enough to look around at what her co-workers were doing. And wearing. One man – no, a boy really – who was interning in her department had started about the same time and they often helped each other to find things, or to learn procedures. He seemed very friendly and Bernadette thought for a while that he had been flirting with her, but that afternoon he had mentioned going to see the new Star Trek movie with his BOYFRIEND(!).

Bernadette was depressed to learn that Erwin was a homosexual, especially since he didn't wear underwear and he seemed to have a pretty respectable 'package'. When she left work that night the temperature was hovering around freezing. Big, fat, wet flakes of snow were lightly drifting down from above the street-lights. In the city, you can never see the stars, but these twinkling little lights were coming down to her. She smiled and let a couple of flakes melt on her face, then shrugged herself deeper into her furry coat and decided to explore a little of her new city before returning to her apartment. The best way to see anyplace is on foot, so she began walking – at first perpendicular to the path that would lead her home, but she quickly found herself bending with the Strasses. Long before midnight she found herself – or, rather, DIDN'T find herself – walking in a completely unfamiliar district.

A dingy, hard-to-read sign proclaimed her to be on Die aeussere Kaerntnerstrasse, which she knew to be kilometers from her apartment. The entire Strasse seemed somehow darker and dirtier than the districts she was accustomed to. Some of the doorways had men, women or couples loitering in them, many in various stages of intoxication or drug-induced stupor. Most of the storefronts had curtains pulled down or waxed paper across their front windows, which would have given them a grimy, sinister appearance even at high noon. At midnight the effect was... disturbing. She had just decided to get onto another Strasse as quickly as possible when a pleasant young male voice called out from just ahead, "Fraeulein! Would du like to make some money?"

Bernie rolled her eyes. 'Oh, great. He thinks I'm a prostitute.' She smiled at him as she drew level with the doorway where he stood. 'Hmm. Attractive, too bad...' "Sorry, Herr. I'm on mein way home."

"Wouldn't du like to get home fuenfhundert euros richer?"

'Fuenfhundert?' Bernadette slowed as she passed the grinning young man. With that kind of money, she could get a decent, though out-of-date, computer, or make a couple of payments on her automobile. It was ridiculous, of course… but what could it hurt to hear the fellow's story? Without realizing it she found herself halted, facing him from a few paces down the Strasse. From what she could see in this light he looked very Aryan -- blonde hair, not too long, blue eyes, sober, maybe twenty, maybe less, only a couple of centimeters above her own height, and slim, with clean clothes. 'Safe,' she thought. 'This one doesn't look dangerous.' She smiled again. "Fuenfhundert euros? Who do I have to kill?" she joked nervously.

The fellow lifted his face and laughed from his belly, "No one dies tonight, Fraeulein. No one even has to be seriously hurt. We're making a movie inside here und we're short an actress. It's about zwei or drei hours work, und we've already rented the cameras und studio. We'll be out more than fuenfhundert if we don't get this wrapped up by 9am . Are du interested?"

Bernadette rolled her eyes again. 'How naive does he think I am?' "Und this film would be pornographic, I suppose?"

The fellow shrugged. "Sort of. You'd have to be mostly nude, which shouldn't be embarrassing for a pretty Maedchen like du. Du would be wearing a leather outfit und holding a whip, und du would have to 'convince' our other actress to lick deine Muschi. It's quite warm in the studio; du wouldn't have to worry about freezing off anything irreplaceable..."

By this time Bernadette had lost track of what the fellow was saying. 'Wearing leather... holding a whip... convince her to lick... nearly nude....' She shuddered, and the budding Fellini fell silent to await her reply. "Und I'd only have to pay du..." she began, then reddened and closed her mouth.

The fellow laughed again, knowing that he had hooked her and had only to reel her in, "No, no, Fraeulein! WE pay DU." He opened the door behind him and waved her in. "Come along. The sooner begun, the sooner ended, ja? Und what is deine name, Fraeulein?"

"Mein name?" Bernadette was startled. "Why do du need to know my name?"

"Du must sign a model release form, stating that du are of legal age to make a contract, und that du are not under any coercion or intimidation und are of sound mind." He winked, "Most of the Maedchens who work in these films give a false name, but don't let us know that, eh?"

She took a deep breath. Well, that sounded reasonable, and if they just wanted ANY name... 'I'm sure Annette wouldn't mind, und it would make a gut story to tell mein Sir when I e-mail him on mein new computer.' She grinned. "Annette Meyer. Du can call me Annie."

He extended his hand. "Hello, Annie. I'm Erich. I'm in charge of the lighting... und the casting, I guess. Rudolph is our camera operator und director, und Frieda is our other actress. We're up on the dritte floor at the rear. Come along."

Bernadette followed Erich down a dimly lit, but clean, hallway and up two flights of stairs to a heavy door at the top, where Erich paused and rapped in a sort of code that she didn't quite catch. There was a little peeling paint in the stairwell, but it didn't smell too bad -- all in all, nothing to give her an excuse to leave, yet.

The door was opened by a small, dark, weasely looking man in his thirties who peered first at Erich, then at Bernadette, then conjured an oily smile and gestured them in. "So, Erich, du have found us a new Dietrich?" Bernadette rolled her eyes and extended her hand as Erich made introductions. The room was about ten meters on a side, with a high ceiling, and sparsely furnished aside from the filming equipment. Erich hadn't lied about the heat, either. Rudolph's hand was sweaty – although that might have been it's usual state – and Bernadette was already looking for a place to put her coat as she felt her own perspiration break out.

Erich called, "Frieda! Come out und meet deine co-star!" A dark, anorectically thin woman about Bernadette's age stepped around a partition along the far wall. She was smoking a Turkish cigarette and was about six centimeters shorter than Bernadette, with small, floppy tits and large dark areolas and nipples. She was also totally nude, and unlike the two men, seemed like she was on something. Too nervous for heroin… maybe cocaine? She made a small motion with the hand that wasn't holding her cigarette, probably meant to be a wave, and arched her neck oddly to blow an unbelievably long stream of smoke at the ceiling. Well, at least she had good breath control.

Rudolph smiled, "Frieda is one of our regulars -- maybe du will be, too?" He saw the look on her face. "Oh, well. Frieda, show Annie the dressing room und explain to her how things will go tonight." He looked at his watch. "I'd like to get this wrapped up before dawn."

"Dawn? I need to be out of here long before that! Erich said zwei or drei hours," Bernadette exclaimed, dismayed at the thought of losing an entire night's sleep.

"It won't be more than drei hours... from the time we begin filming," Rudolph said, soothingly. "We're all set up und ready to go as soon as du are."

Frieda made a small gesture with her cigarette that might have meant 'follow me'. "This way, behind here." She disappeared behind the partition. Feeling less and less in control of her situation, Bernadette trailed behind like a lost puppy.

Behind the partition a doorless doorway opened into a smaller room containing a cot, a couple of over-stuffed chairs, a coffee table with three overflowing ashtrays and an empty bottle of cheap wine, and a pair of portable wardrobes. Unlike the windowless main room, this dressing room had two small windows for ventilation, but no shades or curtains. A quick glance outside showed only the backs of several other equally run-down buildings sharing what was at one time a courtyard.

"There's no one out there to see du change, Annie." Bernadette turned to see Frieda looking her up and down, checking her out from behind the cover of her smokescreen. She released

another long stream toward the ceiling, which spread out to thicken the air. "Do du smoke?"

'Well, I do, but not that stuff.' Aloud Bernie replied, "Uh, ja, but only mein brand... und I left them at home."

Frieda smiled lazily. "Du could try eins of mine. It might help du to relax. I think du will probably need something..." she trailed off as she turned to search through one of the wardrobes.

Bernadette crossed her fingers as she lay her overcoat on the foot of the cot and thought, 'Forgive me, mein Sir.' "My master will punish me if he finds I have been smoking again -- I don't dare."

Frieda minced over to the nervous Bernadette, carrying a tangle of leather straps which she dropped on top of the coat. "Deine master?" She seemed amused. "Und how would deine master find out? None of us would tell him." Up close Frieda seemed to radiate a kind of musk. She seemed a little older, a little more tired -- not a pretty woman, but exotically attractive. And she stood very close....

"I would tell him."

Frieda raised an eyebrow, "Du? I see, du WANT to be punished." She grinned slyly, "Our kleines Annie is a bad Maedchen." Bernadette's eyes widened. What had she said? All of her secrets seemed to be revealing themselves. Frieda took a deep drag and tossed the butt of her cigarette onto the coffee table. Her left hand went around Bernadette's neck to pull her down, while the right traced the line of her jaw. She spoke without a wisp of smoke escaping, "Let's give him something to punish du for."

Their lips met. The kiss seemed to go on forever. Freida used her warm, wet tongue to pry apart Bernadette's lips, then while stroking the tip of her tongue across the back of Bernadette's, she began to exhale. Bernadette's lungs filled with the sweet, harsh combination of tobacco and marijuana, then over filled. Her eyes widened as Frieda continued to exhale, and she blinked when she saw a cloud of smoke seeping from her own nostrils, yet still the kiss went on and on. She couldn't draw any air into her lungs because they were completely inflated. She began to grow dizzy, and Frieda eased her down onto the cot on her back, finally releasing her as her eyes began to roll back. She came to awareness to find Frieda looming over her, smiling, so close they were still exchanging breaths.

"That ought to have been worth sechs of the best, don't du think?" Frieda murmured into her ear. "Du had better get dressed now. The boys will think we've been fucking in here."

Smiling nervously, Bernadette sat up and stripped off her sweater as Frieda faded back to the coffee table and lit another cigarette, "Haven't we?"

Frieda squinted through the smoke. "Nein. The fucking comes later. That was just to get deine engine started." She could already see Bernadette's nipples, erect through her cotton brassiere, and grinned knowingly as her trousers came down to reveal a wet spot at the crotch of her underpants. "I think deine crank needs eins more turn..." She pushed the helpless Bernadette back down on the cot and straddled her. "Du have never done this mit a woman before, have du?"

Bernadette made a whimpering noise, half wanting, half fearing what Frieda was offering... no, forcing upon her. She could feel the heat of the cigarette radiate against her ear and jaw as Frieda held her head in place and raped her mouth with her tongue. Although it was easier to breath this time, she soon became dizzy again and recovered from a near-swoon to feel Frieda's hand inside her panties while she wetly licked the hollow of her throat. Frieda's dark, hooded eyes bore into her own, and she blew a last long stream of smoke from her nostrils like a dragon, wreathing them in vapor. "We're going to be friends, aren't we, Annie? Du are going to be mein... sehr... gut... friend."

"Ja, ja. Friends. I will be deine..." She didn't want to say 'friend'; she wanted to say 'slave', but couldn't form the word.

Frieda removed her hand from Bernadette's panties, rubbed the moisture from her fingers under Bernadette's nose, then licked them clean. "Du had better finish dressing. I'll get the

forms du must sign, and a pen. I'll be back soon." And she was gone, leaving Bernadette breathing in the scent of her own arousal. When she returned a few minutes later, Bernadette was nude, sitting on the cot and holding up the tangle of straps, trying to puzzle out how it fit together. Her brain seemed to be working in slow motion, but she wasn't sure she could have made anything out of that mess on her best day.

Frieda clucked and guided her over to the coffee table and onto her knees, clearing a space to place a small stack of papers and a pen. "Here, du sign these while I straighten out deine mess."

Bernadette wasn't at all certain that she had made the mess out of the pile of leather straps, but she picked up the pen and began to look the contract over. It was three pages, and the third was filled with tiny print on both sides. The other two didn't seem as bad, if it weren't for the poor lighting.

"The top page is an affidavit that du are of legal age to engage in a pornographic performance for pay. Sign next to the bottom. I'll sign as witness as soon as I get this verdamt thing straightened out."

The paper seemed to be exactly as Frieda described, and Bernadette signed, remembering that she was Annette Meyer, at least until dawn. 'I'll have to tell mein Sir to thank Annette for me. Kleines Bernadette would never have had the courage to attempt this,' she pondered as Frieda explained the next page.

"The second sheet says that du agree to work for eins day in exchange for fuenfhundert euros. The 'day' is a formality; du should be out of here before first light, even if we re-take some scenes, which we usually don't. Rudolph doesn't like to waste the film."

Bernadette was a little surprised. "This isn't going to be electronically recorded?" she inquired as she signed.

"Nein," Frieda sighed as the pile of straps suddenly separated into its component parts. She picked up a couple of them, moved over behind Bernadette and began fastening them around her ankles, nudging her legs farther apart as she worked. "That would be too easy. Rudolph considers himself to be an auteur und only works in celluloid. Pompous ass." With her left hand she reached for more straps while her right snaked around Bernadette's waist and dipped down between her thighs to search out her clitoris. In an instant, Bernie was halfway to an orgasm. Frieda alternated applying pieces of leather here and there – almost at random, it seemed to Bernadette – with stroking Bernie's thighs and running fingers up and down her spine.

She licked the back of Bernadette's neck, then whispered in her ear as she stroked slowly back and forth across her belly, "The last page is a description of the story. There isn't any real script. It says that du are a dominatrix und I am deine slave." She chuckled and licked Bernadette's ear before she continued, "What a horrible piece of mis-casting." She licked her fingers and began to move Bernadette's nipples around in little circles. Bernadette could feel Frieda's soft breasts pressed against her back, and she shivered. "Du will have a buggy-whip und du will use it to force me to lick deine Muschi. I will resist. Hit me hard, anywhere but mein face. It will leave marks that the camera will see, und it will hurt like a little devil, but that is what I'm getting paid for. Du don't... mind... hurting me, do du?" She reached around from both sides and trapped Bernadette's clitoris between her index fingers and proceeded to saw back and forth, gradually increasing the pressure until Bernadette thought her head would fly off. She was so close...

"Nein, nein! I will hurt du. I will hit du, und hurt du..."

"I know du will," whispered Frieda as she slowed her stroking to keep Bernadette a degree below boiling. "Sign the bottom of the last page und we can begin filming, Annie," she breathed in her ear.

'Annie! I'm Annette,' Bernadette thought desperately, just in time to keep from putting 'Bernadette Winkler' on the dotted line. With shaking hands she finished the 'Meyer', then Frieda stood up, kissed the top of her head and collected the pieces of the contract.

Taking Bernadette's hand, she pulled the trembling girl toward the open doorway. "Gut! I'll just hand these to Rudy, then we can get started."

'Started! All I want is to be finished! Preferably zwei or drei times!'

As Bernadette was pulled into the warm main room of the make-shift studio, she looked down at the leather costume Frieda had strapped her into. She broke out in a sweat as her eyes widened in shock! There was really quite a bit of material, but nothing seemed to be covered. Her forearms and lower legs each had a ten centimeter cuff with four odd-looking 'D' rings spaced around them, and her throat had a similar collar half the width. Her waist was encircled by a substantial girdle-like device that extended from the top of her hip-bones to just below her breasts, with more straps extending from its top and bottom. The straps at the bottom fell from directly above her pussy, split to pass on either side of it between her plump vaginal lips and her inner thighs, then continued through the crevice of her behind to rejoin the girdle along her spine. They were pulled tight and her pussy bulged outward obscenely with the head of her clitoris peeking out from its hood. Every step she took caused her thighs to rub against the sides of her puckered labia. The straps on the top crossed between her breasts, then passed under her arms to rejoin the girdle in the middle of her back. This caused a considerable downward pressure to be exerted across the tops of her breasts, while the upper edge of the girdle kept them propped up from below. The combined effect caused her breasts to swell, and her nipples were engorged to the size of the last joint on her littlest fingers. She felt like they were entering the room a half-pace before the rest of her did.

'Mein Gott, all anyone will see of me is mein Nippels!' A quick glance at her crotch caused her to reconsider that, though. She slowed as she stepped into the room, eyes wide, heart pounding, suddenly realizing that two strange men were about to see her naked. No, WORSE than naked! Obscenely displayed, with all of her private parts swollen and thrust forward like a nymphomaniac! Oh, this would be good for the camera, but very, very bad for little Bernadette! She felt her face redden as she stepped from behind the partition, not quite believing that she was actually doing this, and knowing that she had to keep moving or she would certainly drop dead from her shame. She only realized that Frieda had long since let go of her hand when she saw the smaller woman across the room handing the signed contract to Rudy. Contract? Her death warrant! How could she ever go through with this? Her hands were shaking, so she tried to cross her arms over her chest and ignore the stares she must(!) be receiving from the men on the other side of the room. She couldn't believe how cool her breasts were, and was distracted by the feeling of her nipples rubbing against the leather of her cuffs. She quickly dropped her arms and clasped her hands behind her back, but then realized that that made her breasts thrust even farther forward, so she let them dangle at her sides and shifted her weight back and forth from leg to leg, until she realized that THAT was stimulating her pussy. In frustration, she clasped her hands on top of her head and spread her legs until she couldn't feel them rubbing against the plump lips of her pussy anymore, then squeezed her eyes shut when it occurred to her what her little performance must look like to her audience.

Closing her eyes actually allowed her to calm down and think about her situation more rationally. Wasn't this what she had always wanted? Displayed in front of men who, this time, she KNEW – not just fantasized – were looking at her. About to have her pussy licked ON CAMERA by a woman! Of course, she would orgasm... maybe four or five times, while it would be recorded on film for all of eternity. She would have to see that her step-brother got a copy. Little shit. Show him what he was missing out on... and Tina. Tina would love this. Tina could spank her while they watched it together. Too bad her Sir would never see it... he would cum in his pants.... She would have to tell him, of course. She'd get a couple more orgasms just typing it out, and hundreds more thinking about it through the years. Years! God! Maybe someday her GRANDCHILDREN would see this and think what a hot piece of ass their old Granny used to be! If she hadn't been standing in the pose she was, she'd have cum in an instant.

'Du can do this Bernadette. Nein, nein, ANNETTE. Bernadette did not enter this building, Annette did. Annie, I'm Annie. I show my body off before a hundred men at a time. They pay me to dance for them. They pay me for sex. Tonight they pay me to have a woman lick me while they capture it on film. I'm Annie. I do this kind of thing every day. I can do this.' She lowered her hands and opened her eyes to see Frieda smirking at her from the center of the room while Erich and Rudy finished positioning the camera and lights. 'I'm Annie. I'm much more experienced than this... tart, und I'm not going to let her get the best of me.' She looked around and saw the buggy-whip leaning against the partition. Fascinated, she walked over and picked it up to examine it.

It was leather, of course, braided around flexible wood over a meter in length. As big around as her thumb, where it was meant to be held, it tapered to half that thickness at the far end. A single strand of smooth, soft, thick leather sprouted from the top and hung back down all the way to the handle and beyond. Bernadette rubbed it against her cheek and inhaled deeply. Not new. This weapon had seen use, but had been well cared for. She could smell the oil... and the sweat... and maybe just a hint of sex. It was hard to believe that something this soft could hurt the way Frieda had claimed. Still stroking it, she turned to look at Frieda, who was smoking again while regarding her with amusement. The boys had completed their last-minute details and were watching expectantly. There were three stationary cameras set up around the room and Rudy held a smaller one at his side. "Is that the respect du show deine mistress?" Bernadette purred. Rudy quickly swung the hand-held up to his eye while taking a step to his left.

Frieda looked around in exaggerated fashion. "Mistress? Has mein mistress arrived?" She took another puff.

Bernadette smiled slowly as she sauntered over to stand before the insolent older woman. "I see du know little about being a submissive. Fortunately, I am just the woman who can teach du."

Frieda laughed. "Du? What can du teach me?"

Bernadette brought the whip slashing down backhand at a 45 degree angle, catching the hand Frieda was using to hold her cigarette and knocking the butt to the floor. Frieda gave a short shriek and clutched her two smallest fingers with her other hand while Bernadette continued her motion with the whip, bringing it down, up, around, and back to cut a forehand stroke with the tail directly across Frieda's unprotected belly, as hard as she could swing. Frieda gasped and sank to her knees, legs and eyes both opened wide.

"Erste, I can teach du to say 'Sie', not 'du'," Bernadette glowered. "But I like 'Madam' even better. As in 'What may this worthless slut do for Sie, Madam?'" Frieda dutifully repeated the phrase, but Bernadette was certain she was still being laughed at. "Why, it's really more a question of what I can do for du, und right now I'm going to give du sechs of mein best." Frieda was startled, then a bit rueful as Bernadette strode behind her. "Eyes front, slut, und count for me." Bernadette caught the tail of the whip and gathered it up against the handle so that it wouldn't fly wildly around and hit her co-star somewhere she shouldn't be hit. "Give me a gut target. On all fours, like a dog." Frieda slumped forward onto her hands and knees as Rudy and Erich moved to better positions and Bernadette swiped the sweat off her brow and worked to get her breathing under control. 'I can't believe this! If I don't have a heart attack this is going to be the best sex EVER!'

After a long moment she brought the whip slowly above her head, then rapidly down on the fleshiest part of Frieda's skinny behind. "Ah! Eins! Danke Sie, Madam. May I have another?"

Bernadette was momentarily startled by this obviously rehearsed response, until she remembered that this was what Frieda was being paid for, and the actress had likely been in this position dozens of times before. She recovered her composure while re-adjusting the tail of the whip in her grip. "Why, ja, slut. Du may."

This established their pattern – Bernadette trying to find someplace covered by at least a little bit of fat to deliver the stroke, followed by the whack!, the count, the request for another, the adjustment of the whip, and the granting of the request. By the sixth stroke she could find no new places to strike and was going to try to lay it over the first stripe again, but as the stroke was already on its way, realized that she could instead come at Frieda's bottom from the, uhm, bottom, so she altered the direction of her blow in mid-swing. Unfortunately, this resulted in the tip of the stick striking squarely across Frieda's open pussy lips. Frieda squawked and shot bolt upright on her knees, then grabbed her crotch with both hands and slowly folded forward until her face lay on the floor.

Bernadette paused a moment, asking herself what Annette would do in this situation, then assumed a stern look and said, "I didn't hear 'sechs', slut. We will have to start again."

Frieda looked amazed for an instant, then nodded minisculely to show that she approved. "Ja, Madam. Madam, may this worthless slut make a request?"

Bernadette hesitated, then agreed, "Du have learned some courtesy. What is deine request?"

Frieda looked Bernadette in the eyes, challenging her. "I beg Sie to deliver these next sechs on mein front, with the tail of the whip, Madam."

Bernadette locked eyes with the more experienced woman while she rapidly thought the situation through. The stick might break a bone on this skeletal creature, but the time she had hit her with the tail had barely left a mark, though it had seemed to hurt.... "Granted. Assume the position." Frieda simply bent over backwards, knees spread and on the floor, hands spread to keep her head from hitting, and arched her back, thrusting her belly at the ceiling. Bernadette noticed that in this position Frieda's arms would shield her face while making it look as though she was totally unprotected. Clever. Deciding that this was what was expected of her, Bernadette spaced the first five strokes down Frieda's torso from her armpits and upper chest past her breasts – which flopped around marvelously when struck – her stomach, her lower belly and onto her upper thighs, each of the middle three strikes bringing a gasp from her frail-seeming victim. After the fifth Bernadette walked over to stand where Frieda had to look at her upside-down. Bernie straddled the smaller woman, giving her a good look at what she would soon be licking. "Du have taken deine strokes sehr well, slut."

"Danke Sie, Madam, but I still have eins coming," she trembled, struggling to maintain the severe arch in her back.

"I am going to give du a choice, slut. Isn't that nice of me?"

"Very nice, Madam." Frieda was shaking all over with the strain. "What is mein choice?" she inquired through clenched teeth.

Bernadette danced the tail of the whip back and forth across Frieda's shuddering torso, wondering how long it would be before she collapsed and what the punishment for that should be. Both of them were bathed in sweat and Bernadette was wishing for something cool to drink. At length, she decided to take pity on her victim – and more importantly to move closer to getting her pussy licked. So, as she tickled Frieda's gaping vagina with the tip of her whip, she asked, "Where would mein hard-working slut like her Mistress to deliver her final stroke? Take deine time, I have all nacht."

"Mein Muschi! Please Madam, strike mein Muschi, hard," she gasped, on the verge of collapse. "Please!"

Bernadette sighed. Reflecting that all good things must come to an end, she moved back a bit to get a full arm motion, wound up, then paused. "Are du certain?"

Frieda's eyes bulged and she shook like a leaf, "PLEASE!"

Bernadette seemed quite concerned, "I wouldn't want to hurt du...."

"PLEASE!!! HIT ME! PLEASE!!!" Bernadette brought the whip straight down the length of Frieda's body, as hard as possibly could. "SECHS!" Frieda screamed, then curled up into the fetal position and whispered, "Danke Sie, Madam. Please, no more."

Bernadette turned the whip around and poked the handle between the moaning woman's vaginal lips, fascinated by the red streak that bisected them, "Come, come, kleines slut, du have had deine Muschi cared for, now it is time for du to look after mine."

At that moment, the heavy door of the studio burst open, and Bernadette whirled about to see a pair of huge men racing towards her.

Chapter 2

Bernadette was so focused on her pussy that at first she couldn't figure out what was happening. Two large, angry-looking men were running across the studio at... her? Was this in the script? She felt her wrists being grabbed and forced together behind her back, then she fell forward, trying to roll a little to keep from hitting the floor face-first. She hit just as the men

reached her, and struggled to free her arms, which seemed to be locked together somehow. She was rolled onto her chest, crushing her breasts and folding her nipples back against the floor,

as her ankles were locked together in the same way as her wrists. Someone was lying on her legs... it must be Frieda; she could see everyone else. Rudy and Erich were still filming, and the two strangers had each grabbed one of the 'D' rings on her collar and were pulling her upright, hurting her throat and temporarily cutting off her air. Obviously she was the only one to be surprised by this turn of events, so it was five against one, and the one was effectively restrained. Things were looking very bad for Annie. 'Nein,' she thought sadly. 'Annette would never let herself be caught like this. I'm just kleines Bernadette, und I am in big trouble.'

While the strange men held her in place and Rudy circled to get a full frontal shot, Frieda slowly lifted Bernie's joined wrists up the path of her spine until she felt the wrist-bands 'clink' against the 'D' ring at the back of her collar and they joined together, folding her arms neatly up along her spine and forcing her to thrust her chest forward. The men released her collar and took a step back, leaving her on her knees before them while Frieda stood and walked around to face her. All three of them were looking at her greedily. The weight of her arms pulling on her collar made it hard to swallow and even a little hard to breathe. Frieda seemed to be waiting for something. 'Oh, Gott,' thought Bernadette. 'Don't tell me it's MEIN LINE. Isn't it enough that they've tied me up und are choking me? Damn them! Und damn me!'

She coughed, "So... du had this planned..." She broke off when Frieda stepped forward and slapped her across the face, which caused her to cough again.

"That would be, 'So SIE had this planned all along MISTRESS', wouldn't it?" she demanded.

Bernadette had a hard time concentrating on the question, being unable to take a deep breath. She started to sag to the floor, but one of the men stepped behind her and held her up by her collar, which made it even harder to breathe. Her pretty face was turning red. "Mistress! Mistress! I am so sorry, Mistress. Please, let me go."

Frieda slapped her again, back-handed, then pulled her close by the front of her collar, which countered some of the backward pressure and made it easier for her to breathe. "Pathetic. Du were completely mis-cast as a dominant; now we will show the world what a gut kleines sex slave du can be, ja?"

The two hard slaps across her face, combined with her choking, caused tears to mingle with the perspiration running down Bernadette's face. Rudy came in for an extreme close-up, held the shot until Bernadette looked into the lens, then cut.

The lights dimmed and Frieda, Erich and Rudy began moving equipment around while the two new men examined their captive. She was lifted to her feet, then the taller (Hugo) began to squeeze her buttocks and run his hand back and forth through the crack of her ass. "A little meat on this one," he nodded approvingly. "A man could bruise himself on Frieda's bony butt."

"Tall, too" remarked the heavier one (Hans). He palmed both of her breasts and began slowly to squeeze. "I like the way she won't look du in the eye. This cunt knows her place."

"Please don't hurt me," Bernadette squeaked. "I won't resist, I swear! Just please don't hurt me."

Hugo ran his huge, meaty hand farther between her legs and jammed two fingers up her pussy. "Cunt's wet," he reported, "She's getting off on this." He pulled his hand out of her crotch and moved his wet fingers to her mouth.

She started to explain, "Nein, Frieda und I were doing things before Sie... mmph,"

"No more complaints, cunt; we've got deine number. Suck. Lick mein fingers clean."

Hans switched from crushing her breasts to pulling on her nipples. "Besides, cunt, what do du think du are getting paid for? We're going to fuck du, und we're going to hurt du, und Rudy is going to pay du a lot of money, und we all go home happy, ja?"

"She's gut mit her mouth," Hugo decided, wiping his fingers on her hair. "You'll enjoy that, Hans, und I'll enjoy this," he clapped both hands onto her rear and began kneading it like bread dough.

"Nein, nein," she sputtered, leaning forward to relieve the pain in her nipples, which pushed her rear more firmly into Hugo's hands. "Not mein behind! I'm getting paid to have Frieda lick me. I didn't agree to any of this." She began to cry in earnest now, as the men laughed at her.

Frieda walked up to her and turned her head so that she could see the expression on her face. "Silly, kleines Maedchen. Du should have read the final page of deine contract. When I recognized how submissive du are, not to mention how foolish, I convinced Rudy to substitute mein 'duties' page for deine, und to call in Hugo und Hans for some special work. Do du have any idea what du have agreed to do tonight?" Bernadette began to cry harder and shook her head in denial. Frieda pulled her face down, kissing her lips and licking away her tears. "Du poor thing. By the time du go home, du won't know dir selbst any more." She reached lower and patted Bernadette's pussy. "Und du won't be looking for sex for a long, long time, geil Maedchen."

The next few minutes passed with more groping and laughing from Hugo and Hans, more vague threats by Frieda – who was now wearing an outfit similar to Bernadette's – and more begging and pleading by our poor, unfortunate little Bernadette. Finally, Rudolph and Erich announced that the set was ready for the second act. A strange-looking frame with ropes and pulleys, hooks to tie off the ropes, and timbers of wood poking out at odd angles now occupied the center of the studio, and all of the cameras and lights seemed to be focused on it. The only thing that kept Bernadette from screaming her head off was recognizing that these people were quite practiced at this, which meant that they had done this many times before and so were unlikely to hurt their girls too severely, else they would have gone to prison long since. Well, that and her wet pussy.

"Cameras to speed," called Erich. "Action!"

Before Bernadette could react, Frieda stepped forward and struck her four times – forehand and backhand across her face, stunning her, then forehand and backhand across her breasts, which made her buckle and cry out. "Bring her over here," Frieda gestured with the whip toward the frame. "Und don't be gentle mit her!" Again Hans and Hugo each took hold of a ring on her collar, and they strode forward pulling her off her feet. They dragged her to near the middle of the machine and threw her over a waist-high beam, knocking the wind out of her – if not for the leather girdle, she would have been bruised. "Legs!" Frieda gestured again. Hans bent down, did something to the connection between her ankles, and her legs sagged free. While Hugo and Hans each took an ankle and tied it off to separate posts behind her, spreading her painfully and concentrating all of her weight onto her stomach, Frieda moved around to her head and began braiding a leather thong into Bernadette's hair, making a pony-tail. Bernie could smell Frieda's pussy, centimeters from her nose. It was not like her own juices smelled – more musky… a little spicy, perhaps – did she perfume herself down there? Bernadette was aware of her breasts, already swollen from the leather straps that bound them, hanging below her like a cow's udder.

Frieda was aware also and reached down to jiggle them. Bending over, she whispered in Bernadette's ear, "Moo for me, Annie." Confused, frightened, and unwilling to humiliate herself by making cow noises with the camera's running, Bernadette refused, shaking her head and closing her eyes to hide her shame. "Stupid Maedchen!" Frieda hissed, "Du are going to make this even more difficult than it had to be." She straightened and gestured again, "Hands!" One of the men unhooked her hands from the back of her collar, which caused her to gasp in relief, then her hands were separated, eliciting a groan. Each man took an arm and pulled it up and to his side, fastening them at eye level to the posts that held up the beam she was draped over. This was a different strain on her arms and shoulders than the last but, 'A change is as gut as a rest,' she thought. Besides, her arms were now supporting some of her weight, making it easier – though not easy – to breathe).

While the men were doing this, Frieda tied the left-over tail of Bernadette's hair thong to a pulley and slowly lifted her head, stopping when her victim squeaked, "Nein, nein, please, it hurts!", then allowing a centimeter or so of slack as she tied it off.

Bernadette's neck was arched severely, and she was looking straight ahead rather than at the floor – indeed, she could not turn her head – as Frieda knelt down to her eye level and purred, "Moo for deine Herrin, Annie. I promise du, I can make this worse." She smiled evilly, and began to stroke Bernadette's sweat-slick breasts and finger her nipples expertly when Bernie began to 'moo'. Bernadette's voice was shaky, quavering, and the 'moos' not too loud. Frieda shifted around a bit beside her and changed her grip. "Louder," she commanded. "Und put more feeling into it, dumkopf!" She began a milking motion on Bernadette's breasts, first the left, then the right, back and forth, wringing and stretching and reddening them, as Rudy came in for a close-up of her face and hanging breasts.

"Moo! Mooooo! Mooo!"

"Better," Frieda laughed, then slapped each tit and straightened up. "Du just needed some motivation."

She knelt again, rubbing her tits across Bernadette's nose. "Now, Annie, deine Herrin has been sehr gut to du, playing mit deine Brueste. Don't du think du should return the favor?" She traced Bernadette's lips with first one hard, dark nipple, than the other, but Bernie kept her teeth closed, although her lips twitched. Frieda sighed, "Annie, du are a sehr slow learner," and reached out to firmly grip Bernadette's right nipple between her finger nails. "Are du re-considering, foolish Maedchen?" Bernadette blinked and twitched her head, as close as she could come to shaking it. Frieda grinned again, "When do change deine mind, just scream...." She held the pink nugget in place with three fingernails, and began to push with her thumb. Bernadette's eyes widened in shock, then she opened her mouth and shrieked. Frieda didn't move, neither tightening nor releasing her grip, just staring into Bernadette's eyes, watching the tears stream down her face. "Du are sehr pretty when du cry, Annie. I shall have to see that du do it often." After another pause she prompted, "Don't du have anything du would like to beg deine Herrin for?"

"Please, Herrin! Please may I lick Ihrer Nippels?" Frieda tightened her grip, and a drop of blood fell to the floor. "AHHH! Please, I beg of du, Herrin! Please may I suck deine Nippels, may I lick deine Brueste?"

Frieda relaxed her grip a little, but kept her thumb-nail dug into Bernadette's bleeding nipple. "Since du begged so pathetically, reach for it." Frieda's teat was hanging in front of Bernadette's mouth, and Bernie stretched her tongue out to taste it, but Frieda moved back a centimeter, then dug her thumbnail in harder. Bernadette screamed and Frieda baited her, "Du will have to do better than that, kleines Annie, or soon du may not have a Nippel left. Stretch for it, Maedchen. Don't du want to please deine Herrin?" She leaned in a bit, then backed away as Bernadette tried to stab her tongue as far forward as it would go.

Blood was dripping slowly but steadily from her torn nipple now, and she seemed to shrink as she began sobbing, "Please, please, Herrin, I'm trying! Please let me lick deine Nippel. Please don't hurt deine kleines Maedchen any more. I'll be gut... I'll be so gut... please don't hurt me..." she broke off into uncontrolled weeping.

Frieda calmly released Bernadette's bleeding breast, then used both hands to wipe off and collect as much of the blood as she could, smearing it on her own bosom. She was red-chested and running out of places to wipe the blood off on herself by the time Bernadette calmed down enough to realize what was happening. Bernie tried miserably to snuff up the mucus that was running from her nose, "Wha... what?"

Frieda placed a blood-stained finger in Bernadette's mouth. "Clean deine mess."

Grimacing, Bernie slowly began to lick at the slender digit, not pleased with the salty iron taste, but not wanting to even think about the alternative. Over several minutes she cleaned all the blood from both of Frieda's hands, then some more that Frieda collected before the bleeding stopped, and then the mucus that Frieda wiped from her upper lip, interrupted only by occasional orders to "Lick," "Suck," or "Clean this."

Finally, everything was clean except for Frieda's chest. Frieda moved a nipple to the defeated girl's lips. "Would du like to try again, Annie?"

"Please, Herrin. Please don't hurt me any more. I will do anything for Sie."

Frieda smiled, "Lick."

Slowly, Bernadette extended her tired tongue. She flinched when it touched Frieda's hot breast, not because of the taste – which she was getting used to – but because she was afraid she would do something wrong and be punished again. The blood on Frieda's chest had started to dry and darken, and the odor was strong and metallic. Bernadette found it harder to wipe the blood from Frieda's slack tits than it had been from her rigid fingers. Also, Bernie's tongue was cramping and drying out. It took over ten minutes before Frieda decided that she wasn't going to get any cleaner – indeed, for the last two the blood was mostly moving from place to place. For the first few minutes, Bernadette had tried to enjoy her first lesbian encounter, but as she got tireder and her tongue hurt worse, she again began to gently weep.

Finally, Frieda called, "Cut!" and stood, stretching. "Gott! Mein back hurts. I need a break. Und a cigarette."

"How long a break?" Rudy asked. "What shall we do mit Annie?"

"Please, let me go. Mein back hurts, too. Mein Nippel... mein tongue... I want to go home...."

Frieda silenced her by stepping forward and slapping her again. "Du do not speak unless we tell du to." Then she grinned, "Stay in character, Annie. It will be gut practice for du."

In a very small voice, Bernadette peeped, "I want to go home."

Frieda slapped her repeatedly – three, four times – until Erich stepped forward and grabbed her hand. "Save that for when the cameras are running. Look, you've got her bleeding again." Blood was running from Bernadette's left nostril and the left corner of her mouth. Her face was swollen in places and was starting to bruise.

"She's too stupid to learn!" Frieda exploded. She took three tries to light her cigarette, then inhaled deeply, swallowing the smoke, and continued, "What's so hard to understand about 'Do not speak'? I need a drink."

Bernadette blinked, then whispered, "May I please have something to drink?"

Frieda strode forward with death and destruction in her eyes, but was quickly swung around by Erich and marched toward the dressing room. "Not without the cameras running! Come on, I'll get du something."

Rudy crouched in front of Bernadette and sighed, "Maedchen, du are a mess; we'll have to see if Erich can clean du up. My Maedchen don't usually work mit make-up, but I think I'll have to make an exception...."

Bernadette wondered just how bad it was. Her nipple ached like it was caught in a vise, her shoulders were strained, her stomach felt like someone was standing on it, her scalp hurt from where her hair was being pulled up, her whole face throbbed, and she couldn't get the foul taste of her own blood out of her mouth. How could she ever go to work in the morning? She HAD to work; she needed her job! Oh, how could she ever have been so stupid? 'This is what comes from thinking mit mein Muschi,' she lamented. Rudy seemed a little sympathetic, though maybe not as much as Erich. Surely he had to see to the well-being of his actresses? "Please, a little wasser. Just a little..."

Rudy rolled his eyes and stood. "Refreshments are not in deine contract."

Bernadette broke down again. "Please, let me go. Drei hours! Du said no more than drei hours..."

Rudy shook his head in disgust. "Frieda is right, du are stupid. Und du can't tell time; it hasn't even been zwei hours yet."

Bernadette's eyes widened. "Wha... not even zwei? Herr, du must let me go! I can't take another hour of this..."

"More like achtzig minutes," Rudy interrupted.

"SHE'LL KILL ME! She is crazy! Du must let me go!"

Rudy seemed to be losing interest in the conversation. "Read deine contract. Everything that has happened so far was mentioned. I hope she doesn't kill du; I don't do snuff films, und I would hate to have to burn all this celluloid. Erich! Bring the medical kit… und the make-up bag, if du brought it. This Maedchen is a mess."

Erich sat down cross-legged by Bernie's head as Rudy wandered off to check on the cameras. "Ouch! That has to hurt," he said sympathetically.

"Erich, I am so thirsty, please, a little wasser. Just a little?"

Hugo walked past with a couple of beers and offered one to Hans. "Ja, working under these lights, it's as dry as a desert. Du should have negotiated for a beverage in deine..."

"Contract! I know!" she wailed in despair as Erich worked on repairing the damage to her pretty face. "Hugo... Sie are Hugo, ja? Hugo, can't Sie share deine beer mit me? Du owe me for the free feels!"

Hugo looked regretful. "If they were free, then I don't owe du. Besides, I only have the eins," as he drained the last drop.

Hans did the same, then asked thoughtfully, "What would du do for a drink?"

"Anything! I would do anything, mein Herr."

Hans raised an eyebrow. "Anything? Be careful what du say, Maedchen. Think about what du mean." He began to unzip his trousers.

Bernadette thought. 'Hugo said earlier that Hans would enjoy mein mouth. I do NOT want to suck his filthy prick, but they can make me, at any time, und I am SO thirsty.' She ran her dry tongue over her parched lips and moaned.

Erich finished his work and got out of the way. "That's the best I can do. I'm going to have to adjust the lighting. Take ihr time."

"Well, Maedchen," Hans asked, taking out his thick, uncut, 20 centimeter weapon, "how much do du want it?"

Bernadette moaned again, "Please, I will suck Ihrer prick, mein Herr." It was only half-hard now, and she wondered just how big it would grow. She opened her mouth as he strode forward.

As he inserted his prick into her mouth and began to press it forward, he held her tongue down and her jaw open with an index finger. "That wasn't quite what I had in mind." For a moment she thought that it wasn't that bad – clean, not a horrible taste, not a bad smell – but when he kept pressing forward and into her throat, she started to panic.

Hans pressed down on her tongue while, at the same time, pulling up on her hair-thong, "If du bite me, cunt, I will dislocate deine jaw, break deine nose, und then we will try again." A high-pitched whine escaped from Bernadette's nose. "Calm down. This won't kill du, und du said du were thirsty."

'What is he talking about? Thirsty...' she thought desperately, then Hans began pissing down her throat.

"Mmph! Eee!" Strange noises flowed from her nasal passages as Hans urine flowed down her throat. It took her a second to realize that she was neither drowning nor choking. With the head of his prick ten or twelve centimeters past the opening of her throat, she had no need to swallow; it all just flowed downhill into her stomach. Soon, she realized that she couldn't taste a thing, her taste buds having also been by-passed. Resigned, she relaxed, upon which Hans let go of her head and pushed another centimeter deeper, so her nose was buried in his pubic hair. As with all good things, this too eventually came to an end. Hans grunted, then pulled his (now even softer) prick from her throat. Bernadette gagged momentarily, but soon recovered and licked him clean, which caused a stirring, but Hans stepped away and tucked himself in... to reveal Hugo stepping forward with his semi-soft prick in hand. 'Oh, nein!' she thought, but then he was in and the process repeated itself. Hugo was only 3/4 the size of Hans (and apparently had only 3/4 the fluid capacity), and Bernadette was soon milking the last drops from his cock as well. Resigned, she looked around as much as her bindings would allow and spotted Rudy. "I suppose Sie will be wanting to use me, too, Herr?"

Rudy threw her a look of complete disgust. "Nein. I used the OTHER Toillette."

Bernadette's cheeks burned as she closed her eyes to hide her shame. 'Mein Gott! What must he think of me? I just asked a man to pee in mein mouth!'

She didn't see a refreshed Frieda approach, and the voice of Erich, "Cameras to speed. Action!" barely registered.

"Now that du have had a rest, Annie, it is time for du to earn deine keep," Frieda sneered. She took a step forward, burying Bernadette's face in her pubic hair. "Lick mein Muschi. Or, do du need more encouragement?" Frightened, the exhausted girl tried desperately to put her tongue on Frieda's flesh, but was again thwarted. Not by Frieda's pulling away – she held quite still this time – but because Frieda's legs were so short that her pussy was below the reach of Bernadette's questing tongue. All the miserable girl got for her efforts was a mouth full of muff. Frieda shook her head. "Du will never learn, will du? By refusing to lick mein Muschi, du have insulted me greatly. The only way such an insult may be wiped away..." she paused dramatically, "...is mit blood."

"Nein! Nein! Don't let her touch me! I tried! I am trying! It's not fair! It's not fair...." she trailed off in tears.

While poor little Bernadette was yelling her head off, Frieda had picked up something that was hanging from one of the posts and walked around into the 'V' of Bernie's outstretched legs. She playfully ran a hand along the backs of Bernadette's taut thighs, feeling the muscles jump and twitch, and watching her flex her behind. "Why don't du scream a little louder, Annie?" She knelt between the broken girl's thighs and began to peel back the hood over her clitoris. "I don't think they heard du in Salzburg ." With that last word, she snapped a toothed clamp onto the small, pink head of Bernadette's clitoris.

The tortured girl bucked and thrashed and pulled against her restraints. Her shriek ran up to high 'C', than slowly faded. She had no idea what had happened, but was afraid that the crazy woman had cut her clit off. She had never imagined pain like this, and it just went on and on.... When she finally stopped thrashing and slumped in her bonds, Frieda snapped another on her undamaged nipple. She shook uncontrollably, which made the pain worse, then sagged again, whimpering. When she was still, Frieda clamped the torn nipple as well. Bernadette just twitched and moaned.

Each of the clamps had a light chain hanging off of it, and Frieda joined their ends beneath the beam Bernadette was lying across, then gestured to Hans and made a cupping motion with both hands. Hans tossed her a small weight which she neatly caught and hooked to the chains where they joined. Bernadette groaned, then groaned again, louder and louder, as Hans kept throwing weights to Frieda, and Frieda kept hanging them from the chains and from each other. Bernie had given up on protest; resistance was futile. Her torn nipple had begun bleeding again immediately, but Frieda only stopped adding weights when all three clamps were drawing blood.

Frieda crawled out from beneath her victim to stand on a short box that Hugo had placed under Bernadette's head. Bernie couldn't focus her eyes properly, but she felt Frieda's clit rub across her nose, leaving a wet trail. "Would du like to try again, Annie?" Bernie's tongue sluggishly fell out of her mouth, and she began to lick the juicy lips in front of her. She didn't really know what she was doing, so she licked up what juices she could feel and transferred them to her mouth, while rubbing against Frieda's little bump with her nose. After one or two minutes Frieda intoned menacingly, "Du have to do better than that, Annie. If deine tongue-work does not improve rapidly, I shall be forced to show du what real pain is."

'Impossible,' thought the exhausted Bernadette. 'Nothing could hurt worse than this.' She sighed, then spoke calmly, though hoarsely, "I can't; I don't know how. I have never done this, und hurting me worse won't change that." She closed her eyes and resigned herself to her fate. "Besides, I am too tired.... Herrin, I can't go on."

Frieda stared down at her a moment, then stepped off the box and kicked it out of the way. She slapped Bernie twice, ruining all of Erich's good work, then gestured to Hans and Hugo. "Sehr gut, du lazy cunt. If du are too tired to serve deine Herrin, then du can serve mein servants, instead."

In spite of herself, Bernadette felt compelled to see what this bitch had planned for her. She was almost relieved to see Hans, nude, standing before her with his familiar half-erection. She knew that this time he would want something other than to pee down her throat, but she didn't care. She already knew she could take his prick any way he wanted to give it to her, and she had earlier realized that the way they had positioned her (pulling her head back and lining her mouth up with her throat) was designed to allow her to breathe with her throat filled. As the head of Hans' prick grazed her lips and she opened to take him in, she felt Hugo rub his erection over her pussy. She was so relaxed she hardly felt him push deep inside her and stroke two, three times to get his prick wet, but she certainly felt it when he pulled out and pressed into her bottom hole. The pain briefly roused her from her torpor. 'Gott, that's sehr worse than meine kleines dildo! Haven't these people heard of lubricant?'

Hugo and Hans quickly established a rhythm, both pressing in to the hilt, then both pulling nearly out simultaeneously, then repeating. Over and over. When Hans would pull back, Bernie lashed the head of his prick with her tongue to try to get him to cum more quickly. Hans looked up and nodded to Hugo. "Du were right, she is gut mit her mouth."

Hugo smiled, "She's gut back here, too. Du should try her." Bernadette's eyes widened; relaxed or not, Hans would tear her!

"Later," she heard Hans say. "After I've cum once. I'll last longer, that way."

She felt as though her body was being folded up like an accordion every time they thrust together, and she could feel the weights swinging and the clamps tearing at her nipples and clit. Then she felt something else.

It was... a kind of tickling, around her groin, her lower belly, her upper thighs, the lips of her pussy, then finally the tiny shaft of her clitoris. It was like her skin was crawling with thousands of insects. She swore she could feel their tiny feet everywhere, from her navel to her knees. She could feel isolated patches of her skin ripple, trying to throw the imaginary creatures off of her. The sensation was everywhere, but it seemed to become stronger in some places and weaker in others, and to be rolling over her in waves. It wasn't... unpleasant. In fact, the longer it continued the more she decided that, while it was creepy and strange, it was actually... quite... pleasant.

Hans grunted and stopped thrusting, leaving the head of his prick on the tip of her tongue and filling her mouth with warm cream. He milked a few more drops down his shaft, and while Bernadette licked him clean, Hugo bellowed and tried to cram half of his lower torso into her bottom hole, which set the weights to swinging more violently and temporarily overwhelmed the tickling sensation. The two men walked around her and changed ends, using their hands to keep themselves from going soft. By then the tickling was back, and Bernadette almost didn't mind the awful taste of Hugo's penis, but her eyes abruptly widened in pain as Hans slowly worked himself inside her bottom. 'Danke Sie, Gott. If Hans had gone erste…."

They worked differently now, Hans stroking much more slowly – though even more deeply – in her rear, while Hugo mostly left his soiled prick in her mouth and let her do the work, adding only a little thrusting. The tickling seemed to be becoming more intense. It would move in smaller and smaller circles, centered around her clitoris, then widen back out, then in again.... She became aware that, if this continued, she was actually in danger of having an orgasm! How was this possible? With all that she had suffered, and with her clit and nipples still being stretched, how could she possibly cum?

But, cum she did, a few minutes later. Not much of one, just a pleasant little orgasm, but an orgasm just the same. She tensed and tried to roll her hips, but not much happened, and her

movements caused the weights to sway, cutting her orgasm short. Another few minutes and she had another. She tried to control her movements this time, and it lasted a little longer, but was still nothing earth-shaking. She wondered if that was all, but just as Hans and Hugo began to pick up speed toward their own climaxes, a stronger wave rolled over her without warning. She grunted, then squeaked, as what felt like a static-electric shock struck the head of her clit. It was there… and then gone, and with it went the tickling sensation. Then she was too busy dealing with the men's orgasms to worry about her own.

The pair dropped their loads in her tired holes, then pulled out and left her to hang over the beam. Frieda approached again, replaced the box, and pressed her clit lightly against Bernadette's lips. "Who is deine Herrin?" she asked calmly.

"Sie are mein Herrin," Bernadette replied, as if they had rehearsed it.

"Kuessen me." Bernadette puckered her tired lips and wetly kissed Frieda's clitoris, then French kissed it with her tongue. She teased it into her mouth and milked it with her lips while swirling figure-eights around its head with her tongue. Frieda clutched Bernie's head, gasped, shuddered, then stepped back off of the box and smiled. "I knew du could do better. All du needed was a little... incentive."

She also walked away, leaving Bernadette alone – thinking of nothing, just accepting – for a long minute, then Rudy called, "Cut!" and the lights dimmed.

There was some bustling about – people picking up their things, Erich and Rudy packing the equipment and putting it by the door, the three other actors leaving (Frieda paused as she passed by to stroke Bernadette's battered face and tell her how much she enjoyed working with her and how she hoped Annie would be back next week) – but for a long time, no one came to release her. Finally, when everything was out of the room except Bernadette and the apparatus she was attached to, Rudy and Erich came back and began to release the clamps from her abused nipples and clitoris. She was shocked by how much the pain increased as the weights fell away, then groaned from down deep in her soul when her legs were released and flopped to the floor, taking most of the weight off from her stomach.

As Erich reached for her right wrist to release that arm, Rudy stopped him, then pushed Bernadette down as she started to rise. "If du think I'm going to pass up an opportunity like this, du are crazy, Erich," he said, and she heard the zipper on his trousers. "Don't worry, Annie," he said, oblivious to the irony. "I am using a condom. No diseases." He rammed her pussy from the rear six, eight, ten times, driving her pelvis into the beam, then yelled and stiffened. "Come on, Erich, she's warm und tight. Du have got to give her a try. Here, if du are worried, I always keep a spare." Rudy pulled another condom from his wallet and handed it to the lighting man, then stripped off his used one and draped it over her sweat-drenched neck. On his way out the door he stuck something in her left hand as she was trying to get her feet underneath her. "Don't forget deine payment," he said, then was gone.

Erich looked down at Bernadette and saw the cum dripping down her spine toward the back of the leather girdle. She could feel more of it in her bowels as well, like a small cream enema, trying to get out. He looked in her eyes, and she gazed back, expressionless. After a long moment, he shrugged and said, "Du know how it is." She nodded, and leaned forward over the beam again, arranging herself more comfortably, while Erich removed his jeans and put on the condom.

They fucked easily for eight or ten minutes, Erich pumping smoothly and steadily, running his hands up and down her sides and back, trying to stay away from the trickle of cum oozing from Rudy's rubber. He carefully cupped her breast, avoiding her nipples, and stroked her shoulders and below the bottom of the girdle. She bounced lightly back against him from time to time, but mostly stood with her eyes closed, chin down against her chest, pulling against the posts where her wrists were secured. Eventually he picked up speed, and she heard more than felt his flat stomach smacking against her hips. She smiled to herself. No orgasm this time; she just hurt too much. But, under better circumstances... the boy had potential.

Erich finished and withdrew. Bernadette straightened for the first time in what seemed like forever and tried to work the kinks out of her back. Erich peeled Rudy's rubber from her neck, threw it and his own into a wastebasket, then unbraided the leather thong from her hair while she just stood. She tossed her head and shook her hair free as Erich put his jeans back on, then waited patiently while he unfastened her right wrist. He kissed her forehead and took his leave. She idly wondered whether her clothes were still in the back room, or if she'd have to walk home barefoot dressed in just the harness, while she worked out how to unfasten her other wrist. Finally, she was loose, and feeling quite liberated. She began to remove the cuffs from her ankles and wrists, then noticed the crumpled piece of paper in her hand. Her payment. Curious, she unfolded it.

A business draft, in the amount of five hundred euros.

Payable to Annette Meyer.

The end?

Imaginings I: Bernadette in Wien

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