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Legally Bound

By: Northsider



"Oh, that's OK, don't worry about it, thanks for calling and letting me know. Sure, Tuesday at one fifteen works, I'll see you then. Bye now."

"Alright, sweetie, my last appointment just cancelled, time to crack that merlot!"

Lena was already one step ahead, as usual. Out behind the salon on the makeshift patio, she already had two glasses poured as she watched the long rays of the evening sun sparkle off of her fresh pedicure. It never seemed that Kim and her spent enough time together, and the extra couple of hours that Kim's cancellation bought them both was a welcome little bonus on a gorgeous Friday evening. The two had been friends for years, more than that for a time. Lena had been only eighteen when Kim and her husband approached her about joining them in a threesome, and things had been going great for nearly a year until Kim's husband, Vince, started to come onto Lena outside the confines of their arrangement, which she rebuffed immediately. Lena was far more interested in Kim as a lover, and tolerated Vince's ego and porno movie approach to the relationship for the sake of being able to be with Kim. After being turned down by Lena, he did what he could to end their relationship, but Kim and Lena remained friends. Years later, he still became paranoid any time the two girls did anything together, fearing that he was being left out. 

The deep rumble of the dark green GTO resonated down the narrow street of the old industrial neighborhood. On either side, fresh, new shops alternated with abandoned stores, a neighborhood that tried hard to keep it's dignity in spite of the encrouching blight of crack dealers and meth whores. It was the neighborhood Ken Sinclair grew up in, and had returned to. Sometimes, even after seventeen years, he still had to remind himself that he was a cop. An off duty cop at the moment, but a cop nonetheless. As he saw the scrawny prostitute rattling the doors on the businesses along the street as she stumbled along in a meth induced stupor, part of him just wanted to keep driving; there were cold ones in the fridge less than two minutes away, and it had been a long, hot day. But he sucked it up and pulled over, knowing who the whore was, knowing she was HIV positive, that she'd stink like a sewage lagoon, and cause nothing but grief for anyone behind an unlocked door, which she found at the salon Kim worked at.

"Did you hear that? It sounded like someone just came in the front door, Fuck, I forgot to lock up!" Kim rushed back into the shop, and saw the whore hammering her scabby fist against the cash register.

"Get the fuck out of here, you smelly fucking pig! I'm calling the cops!" Kim scrambled for her cell phone, just as Sinclair ran in through the door. Knowing the crazy bitch would try to bite whoever got hold of her, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her head, and dragged her back into the street, resisting the urge to throw her into a dumpster. She stumbled off screaming as Sinclair turned back into the salon.

"Everthing OK in here?" he called out as Kim and Lena came out from the back. Seeing Kim, he let a broad smile cross his weary face.

"Ken? My God, how long has it been?" She threw her arms open, as Sinclair happily embraced her.

"Five years in November," he replied as he felt Kim's ample chest pressing against his, squeezing just a little tighter to savor the moment. It had been that long since he'd sold his house that was on the same block that Kim and Vince lived on and moved back to the Northside.

"Hey, Lena, this is Ken, he used to be my neighbor, Ken, this is Lena, my friend and sweetie."

Sinclair shook Lena's hand warmly. He recognized her, but decided not to show his cards, discretion being the better part of valor.

"Nice to meet you, Lena", he said after the briefest pause, looking directly into her eyes as she quickly glanced away, wondering if he knew something she didn't.

"You know, Kim, you should really keep things locked up after five or so. There are some people in the area you really don't want to deal with."

Kim knew she'd fucked up by not locking the door after the last customer had left, and promised not to let it happen again.

"So, we just cracked a bottle of wine if you'd like a glass", Lena asked Sinclair, trying hard not to make the fact she was totally checking him out too obvious.

"That actually sounds really good, but if I start drinking wine now, those cold Kokanees in my fridge are going to get jealous and make things rough on me tomorrow morning, if ya know what I mean. Why don't you ladies finish that bottle up and come over to my place. It's just a few blocks away, and I'd love to catch up, Kim. It's been too long."

"I'd love to, you cool with that, Lena?" Before she could even answer, Kim was writing Sinclair's address down, and the look on Lena's face made it clear that she was very cool with that.

"So, what is HIS story?" Lena purred as Sinclair's GTO rumbled off.

"Ken is a sweet guy. He's a cop, and he was our neighbor for eight years. His wife was a real sweetheart too.....fuck, she wound up with lymphoma. Ken took a leave of absence from the force and took her travelling for as long as she was healthy enough. She knew what was coming, though, and drove herself into a concrete bridge divider before the worst of it came. She didn't want to put him through that. He took it pretty hard, but I think she did the right thing."

Sinclair had taken the loss of his wife badly; worse than even those closest to him could have known. Evie had been the One, and to have such a strong, vibrant woman screwed out of her life by some fucking disease would be something that he knew he'd have to deal with for the rest of his life. Having to deal with people like that useless fucking whore he'd thrown out of Kim's salon was just a daily twist of the knife. She was the daughter of a prominent architect who never seemed to get enough of pissing off her parents, went out of her way to find the worst trash to hang out with, and now was a walking biohazard. He cranked the hot water in his shower until it was as hot as he could bear it and was finally able to start relaxing as the faint stench that clung to him having barely touched her was washed from his body. Soaping himself down, his thoughts returned to his old neighbor, Kim, and her knockout pal Lena. He knew about the thing they had going on; Kim's husband Vince was the kind of guy who would brag to anyone who could stand being around him about his exploits. One afternoon after he'd helped Vince get his lawn mower running, (it was out of gas), they'd kicked back a few and Vince figured he'd impress him by showing him a videotape of one of their particularly intense sessions. In the few seconds that he watched what was on Vince's massive projection screen, he saw Kim and a barely eighteen year old Lena going at it hot and heavy, Lena kissing and sucking Kim's gorgeous tits as Vince came in from the side of the scene and started jacking off on his wife's face. Vince turned to him and started suggesting that maybe Evie and Kim might like to......and the look Sinclair gave him made it perfectly clear that he should probably shut his fucking mouth. He got up and asked Vince what the fuck he ever did to deserve a woman like Kim, and walked out.

Kim and Lena had a barely legal buzz going by the time they drove to Sinclair's little wartime house, The Doors' "L.A. Woman" cranking out of the stereo as they held hands and sang along. As Sinclair got out of the shower, he could hear the two pull up, singing "Mister Mo-Jo Risin'" as they walked up the pathway toward his house. Nearly breaking into laughter, he wondered if they knew how appropriate their little serenade actually was; Mister Mo-Jo had indeed been risin' after thinking about the two of them together and was now throbbing and carbide hard. 

"Hello-oh! Anybody home?" the two called out in unison through the screen door.

"Come on in, I'll be out in a minute!", Sinclair hollered out to them, flustered by his out of control hard-on, and realizing he had nothing but a towel to cover up with. "Uh, help yourselves to anything in the fridge, there's beers and some barbequed chicken if you're hungry." He thought he'd be able to sneak into his bedroom quickly if they were checking out the contents of his refrigerator. He thought wrong.

"Did we, um, interupt anything?" Kim asked after a brief, open mouthed pause, looking back up at Sinclair's face after her query. Lena stood dumbfounded, Kim nudging her to bring her back to some semblance of decorum.

"No, sorry, uh, oh shit, Kim, get me a beer, will ya?" Sinclair stuttered, breaking into nervous laughter as he tightened the towel around himself and scooted off into his room like a little kid. He didn't want to come off like some kind of sleazy jerk, and it really was all innocent, just one of those things. He took a little sigh of relief when he remembered that Vince constantly walked around the house like that when Kim had friends over, so she was no doubt used to it. He could hear them rooting through the fridge, giggling, so he couldn't have freaked them out too badly.

"Fuck, what a body!", Lena said in a semi-hushed tone that actually made her more audible, "And he's (again, trying to be even quieter) fucking HUGE!"

"SHHHHH! Jesus Christ, not so fucking loud!", Kim whispered, louder than if she'd just said it in a normal, conversational tone, as the two started giggling and took their beers and the plate of chicken to the kitchen table. Sinclair could hear all of it, and would have pissed himself laughing if he wasn't such a cordial host, and he didn't have that wicked fucking erection.

Sinclair got himself dressed and got his prick somewhat under control and came out to find Kim and Lena sitting at the table devouring the chicken he'd cooked up the night before. Kim turned and handed him a Kokanee, frosty cold and smeared with barbeque sauce.

"I'd forgotten what a great cook you were, Ken, this chicken is awesome!" Kim said with as much sauce on her face as she had on her hands. Lena nodded in agreement, unable to get out more than a satisfied "mmmmmmm" with her mouth full.

"Yeah, the secret is that Vietnamese hot sauce, I get it up at that Asian Market. I love that place, every time I go in there, that old gal that works there makes a point of telling me (assuming a remarkably accurate Vietmamese accent), "Yeau neau, deah eez noh Veetnameez twranslehshun foh KEHN!!"

Whether it was the authenticity of his accent, or the way he spat out his own name as if clearing his sinuses, Lena, who had been taking a swig of her beer, cracked up and blew the mouthful of frosty suds all over herself. Kim made a crack about not being able to take her anywhere nice, shaking her head in mock disgust. Sinclair sat down and picked up a piece of chicken, and tried to remember the last time he had such charming company over for supper.

While finishing all of the chicken, as well as most of his other leftovers and a six-pack of Kokanee, the three had settled into one of those intense conversations usually reserved for philosophy majors. Sinclair was impressed by Lena's clarity and depth of thought, in spite of her slightly spinny facade. Kim was basking in the experience; more often than not, Vince would be trampling over any conversation they would have with anyone, constantly interrupting like a spoiled eight year old in order to be the center of attention. Sinclair simply rode it like a wave, he had few people he could speak this openly with, not since his partner on the force, Terry Grey Wolf, had moved back to Saskatchewan. His new partner was a good kid, but still full of macho spunk, and at this point, didn't quite get The Big Picture.

If there was one thing about his little pad that Sinclair found tough to deal with, though, was that in the summer it got as hot as hell in there. The three of them were starting to wilt slightly when he suggested they retire to the basement, besides, there was a fridge full of beer and a pool table and his stereo down there. The girls were all over that idea, and the three of them retired to what Lena referred to as his "man cave", the temperature dropping a couple of degrees with every step downward.

It actually did have a bit of a "cave" atmosphere down there; pleasantly dim and deliciously cool, with comfortable, plush furniture. It was almost the perfect adolescent hangout with the pool table and a vintage pinball machine, but the details were anything but juvenile. The quality of the woodwork was stunning, the stereo was a monstrously expensive audiophile rig, and in the corner was a top of the line personal workout system. As Sinclair put Santana's "Abraxas" on the turntable, the girls sank into the calfskin sofa, simultaneously emitting a delighted "AHHHHHHH!" as they did.

Sinclair handed each of them an ice cold Corona, each topped with a slice of lime as he sat down across from them. He couldn't help but notice that Kim's blouse had somehow opened up by the span of a couple of buttons as she leaned forward to put her beer down on the coffee table. Her breasts were definitely larger than they had been when they were neighbors, and they spilled over the cups of her lace bra in a most delicious manner. He also couldn't help but notice that there was a joint tucked just under the lace strap.

"You know, Kim, you ARE in a cop's house. What is that sticking out of your bra there?" Sinclair was only half serious.

Kim looked down at her cleavage, holding her blouse away from her as she did. She'd completely forgotten that she'd twisted one up to smoke with Lena after work, and yeah, she was busted. She really was embarassed, and pulled it out and handed it to Sinclair.

"Sorry, Ken, I really didn't mean to put you into an uncomfortable spot." 

Sinclair took the spliff and sniffed it, then asked her if it was Vince's weed.

"Yeah, fuck, Ken, I really am sorry...."

Sinclair tossed it into a wastebasket as he got up and pulled out an ornate wooden box out of a cabinet beside the pinball machine. He sat it on the floor next to the coffee table, then looked at Kim with a dead serious look on his face.

"Listen, don't bring that shit into my house, OK?" Sinclair had dropped the tone of his voice, and both Kim and Lena looked nervous and ashamed.

"You are MY guests, and for you to put me in that position is really, really not cool." 

He opened up the wooden box and pulled out a small silver container and looked Kim in the eye, telling her, "Vince thinks that that crap he smokes is the best that can be had, but I'll tell you, it's garbage. So rather than stinking up my house with that ragweed, Check THIS out.

Kim and Lena were astonished as Sinclair opened the silver container and proceeded to twist a fat spliff in a nearly transparent French Chantecler paper. Sinclair started chuckling to himself, and as soon as the relief had sunk in, the two girls started swearing at him, calling him a bastard for scaring the shit out of them.

"OK, does that mean I have to smoke this myself?" Sinclair asked in a cavalier manner as he sparked it up and took a huge drag. As Lena snatched it from his hand, Kim grabbed the pillow from the end of the couch and started pummelling him mercilessly.....................

"What the fuck year are you living in, Lena? Tahiti Treat? What, are you just going to ride your ten speed back to the Amazing Year Nineteen Seventy Five and pick us up a six pack of Tahiti Fucking Treat?!" Kim looked over at Sinclair and broke up into absolute hysterics. Lena had a slightly disappointed look on her face until she finally figured out that she hadn't had a bottle of Tahiti Treat since she started wearing a bra, and joined Kim in the mad pursuit of not pissing themselves laughing.

Sinclair was as ripped as his guests, and man, they were ripped. They'd only finished half of the joint, but it was enough of what they were smoking. The two women had gotten barefoot and were grooving out to the smouldering latin beat being pumped out of the stereo. This was something he certainly didn't see coming earlier in the day while he was dragging that wife beater out of his house while his wife screamed at him to 'Leave my baby alone!' No, the true buzz here was seeing these two babes circling each other, eyes locked as their hands skimmed over the other's body. Lena put her face into Kim's cleavage and started pulling buttons open. Kim put her hands into the small of her back, pushing her breasts forward into Lena's face. Lena reached down into her shorts and started rubbing herself, moaning as she did. As the record ended, they separated, bowed, and skipped back to the couch.

"I'd better flip that record over, NOW!" Sinclair blurted out as he got up, his prick aching, but by now he just didn't care. These 

two didn't care, far from it. Lena wasn't hiding the fact she was staring right at his bulging crotch, and Kim's blouse was now completely unbuttoned, and she was only a small bounce away from spilling out of her bra altogether. He dropped the needle into the groove and sat down between the two.

"Truth or Dare! We should play truth or dare!" Lena was really pleased with her idea, and Kim jumped right in.

"C'mon Ken, It'll be FUN!" She nuzzled up to him as if she was five, and shmoozing for a bedtime story.

"Christ, why not?" Sinclair resigned joyfully, not wanting to change the flow of things

"OK, Ken first!" Lena blurted out. "Truth.......or.......Dare!"

"OK, OK. Ummmmmmmm......truth."

"OK, where did you get that weed?" Kim stated in her best 'bad cop' voice.

"Fuck! I knew it! I can't tell you that! Shit!" 

"TRUTH!! WE WANT THE TRUTH!!", the two girls chanted simultaneously.

"OK, it comes from a ghost town in Saskatchewan." Sinclair knew it sounded ridiculous, but it was true.

Kim and Lena looked at each other, then back at Sinclair. 

"Really?" they both asked, slightly disappointed by Sinclair's answer.

"Really. I know a guy out there. His family has land with an old townsite on it. A few years ago some rich hippie kids started growing organic vegetables in this solar and wind powered facility they built in the townsite. They were doing pretty good, but things went for shit when they lost their investment capitol in the stockmarket, and their parents refused to bail them out. My buddy moved in a complete hydroponic rig that his cousin had set up on the Morley Reserve. It was too close to Calgary, though, so Middle of Nowhere, Saskatchewan is where the operation is now. My turn. Kim. Truth.....or dare." Sinclair looked at her with a nasty little smirk.

".......hmmmm.....Truth." 

"How come your tits seem a lot bigger than they once did, Kim?" 

"Because they ARE bigger. Vince just wouldn't shut up about it. I would have never done it on my own. They ARE huge, and yeah, they get a lot of attention, but there is just some things they can't handle anymore; things I really, really liked to do." Kim surprised herself with her own candor. Unfortunately, after her augmentation, she had lost a lot of sensation in her nipples, and if her tits were squeezed too hard or bound, they'd hurt like hell, and not in a good way.

"OK, Lena, your turn, Truth, or Dare?" Kim turned and looked her pal dead in the eye, knowing that whatever the category, Lena would deliver.

"I'll keep with tradition. Truth."

Kim stood and looked down at Lena and Sinclair. Kim knew she could ask Lena anything, and she would answer without hesitation. She might as well make it a good one.

"OK, Lena. Describe the biggest cock you've ever sucked.

The vibe was instantly kicked up a notch, Sinclair could feel it. His prick was just starting to ooze, and now he was about to listen to this absolute knockout go off about sucking cock. 

"The subject was a twenty five year old circumcised male caucasion of Mediterranian descent...."


Legally Bound Ch. 02



"Good morning, Maynard, Goldblum and Associates."

"Good morning, may I speak with Lena Stewart, please."

"This is Lena Stewart, how may I help you?"

"Hi, Lena, this is Cindy, from Outer Fringe Salon, just calling to remind you of your appointment at one fifteen today."

Lena sat silently for a second; she didn't remember making an appointment, but that wasn't to say that her friend, Kim, who had recently purchased the salon with a portion of her divorce settlement, hadn't made the appointment for her. Now that she owned the place, she had the luxury of pampering her best friend.

"Hey, Cindy, I can't remember what I was coming in for, could you tell me what I had booked again?"

"Sure, let's see. OK, I'll be doing your manicure and pedicure, and Kim will be doing a cut and color. Is one fifteen still OK?"

"Certainly, Cindy. I'll see you then."

Lena wondered what Kim had up her sleeve. Since Kim's divorce, she had really bloomed into a full on freak, and both of them spent a lot of time hanging out with their cop buddy, Ken Sinclair. And, fucking his brains out as well. 

Fridays at Maynard, Goldblum and Associates were a breeze, with the day ending at noon, and either Bert Maynard or Cy Goldblum rounding up the staff for scotch or lunch. Lena was treated like gold; she was the first face that clients would see when entering their office. Bert Maynard had made sure that the first face his clients would see was a stunning one, with a voice and personality to match. It had been like that since nineteen seventy, and in all those years, Lena was the most efficient, had the best personality, and a knack with clients. And by far, she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever hired. She hated to bail out early on Fridays; it was a great place to work and she loved hearing Bert's wild stories about his college days, or Cy telling everyone about how his wife nearly murdered him after discovering yet another exotic motorcycle in the garage. 

"Sorry you won't be joining us for lunch today, Lena," Maynard said as he rounded the corner from his office. "I was in for a haircut at your friend, Kim's, shop the other day, and she asked if it was OK to steal you away this afternoon. I grudgingly agreed, but don't make this a habit!"

It seemed she was the only one who didn't know about this "appointment", and she knew that Kim and Sinclair were up to something........

Sinclair had set the day up weeks before. Getting his partner to do a shift of city park bicycle duty on a Friday afternoon had been a piece of cake. Today, Sinclair had the asphalt gray Crown Vic Interceptor to himself. He drew a deep breath as he wound the big Ford out onto the freeway, thinking about Lena. He knew the night he met her that she was something beyond anything he'd ever experienced. She was beautiful, and the most talented, intuitive cocksucker, no, Fellatrix, he could imagine. But it was more than that, and probably more than she realized herself. Watching her and Kim together, the way she'd relentlessly drive her huge breasted friend to the point of convulsion when licking her pussy, the way she'd go wild when Kim took a riding crop to her breasts, there was something about it that made Sinclair want to see her at her limits...

Lena arrived at Kim's salon, and although the place was very busy, Kim came over to welcome her. Before Lena could even inquire as to the nature of this mystery appointment, Kim looked her in the eye and told her to follow Cindy to the back room, and do exactly as she was told. It took nothing more than the seriousness of Kim's tone to realize that this would not be a run of the mill Friday afternoon. As she followed Cindy to the back room, she could feel how slick she had become.

"Close the door behind you." Cindy turned and looked at Lena, and crossed her arms. Lena did as she was told, as Cindy was not the kind of woman to be tested. At just over six feet in height with raven black hair and eyes, she cut an imposing profile; a Cree girl with a warrior's body and will. She sized up Lena as she pulled up a chair and sat down on it with it's back facing Lena, her strong legs apart as she pondered her attire. Lena had picked up some cues from that "Mad Men" TV show, and had been putting an early sixties spin on her wardrobe, much to the appreciation of her bosses.

"Take your clothes off, blond girl." 

Lena felt her skin turn to goose flesh at the command. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, watching Cindy's eyes follow her fingers as she did. Her heart was pounding, her fingers fumbling at every snap and clasp that she undid.

"Nice touch....." Cindy purred with a raised eyebrow as Lena's skirt hit the floor, leaving her standing in her nylons and garter, a full support bra that brought her breasts up high and proud, and four inch heels. "You can keep the nylons and garter, and the heels, for now, but loose the Jane Russell contraption."

Lena unclasped the bra and let it fall, glancing at her reflection in the mirror as she did. She loved looking at herself, loved the way her breasts hung full and heavy on her chest, the way she'd dreamed her body would look when she was a girl longing to be a woman. She could feel Cindy's eyes on her, feel her lust surrounding her. Lena was soaked, and throbbing. Cindy stood and sauntered toward her, taking Lena's hands into her own.

"OK, blond girl, let's get started on that manicure, shall we?"

Kim was a master at appearing to be really interested in what her clients were talking about because she WAS interested, but today, she had to fake it as best she could. She and Sinclair had mused about doing something like this with, and for Lena for months, since the three of them had driven out for a weekend in a Saskatchewan ghost town to visit Sinclair's friend and former partner on the force. It was the weekend that had changed the lives of all three of them.

Kim understood how deep Lena's love of the intense actually was, whereby Sinclair could only suspect, although correctly. Any time that Kim could spend alone with Lena in the years she was still married to her ex was precious, and though they rarely went past the point of kissing and fondling each other, their conversations were deep and frank. Kim and her ex were swinging lifestylers, had done plenty of the typical swinger stuff. Kim herself had some really twisted turn ons, but Lena never failed to shock and astonish Kim with the depravity of her fantasies. The thing that made Lena's fantasies so compelling, though, was her brutally innocent craving of the experience, even if it could never be realized. That was exactly what Sinclair saw as well. Today, Lena would taste that experience in a manner she would have been unlikely to come by on her own.

"So, do you still ride much?" Cindy asked Lena softly as she peeled the expensive nylons from the blond girl's legs. Lena was caught off guard by the question, and after a brief pause, realized it was one thing she wished she could do more of.

"Whenever I get to my parent's farm, how did you know?" Lena smiled at Cindy, her nakedness suddenly feeling comforting.

"You have legs like mine, strong, and just a little bit bow legged." Cindy pulled up her T-shirt and showed Lena a Ladies Barrel Racing Championship belt buckle from the Calgary Stampede. "That's OK, though, strong legs are a cowgirl's best friend, wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah....", replied Lena wistfully, thinking about how hard she'd ridden Sinclair the night before. She could still feel how deep he'd been within her, how her pussy was still swollen, and the sensation of Cindy's strong hands massaging her calves was turning her into a soaking wet mess......

Sinclair watched as the unremarkable looking semi-trailer pulled out of the shipping gate of a crumbling old factory, followed by an equally average looking Dodge Caravan. Those vehicles were Sinclair's cue, the next step was his. A week from now, no one would ever even remember seeing any activity at all at the old building. That was as it was supposed to be. The best kept secrets were the ones that didn't have to be kept; they were content to appear boring and ordinary. 

The colors Lena saw on her body seemed so strange. Her perpetual summer blond was now a deep chestnut brown, her usually understated nails now a brilliant red, the same shade as Kim was applying to her lips. Her eyes were darkly shadowed, intensifying her brilliant green irises. But she liked what she saw in the mirror; there was a woman she'd love to fuck, and caught herself before she ruined her fresh manicure by fingering her pussy.

Kim stood back and looked at her friend, knowing that she'd outdone herself. Lena looked like a different person. Kim was wildly turned on, and nervous, knowing what was in store for for her friend, but maintained a cool, detached demeanour. She opened a drawer and handed Lena a small stack of clothing and a pair of sandals with five inch heels.

"Put these on, Slut."

She pulled on the faded Levi's cutoffs , the crotch nothing more than the remnants of the center seam attached to the fly. She thought of the word that her friend just called her. Slut. It fit, just as snugly and transparently as the threadbare men's wifebeater that she slipped over her chest. She looked at herself in the full length mirror after strapping on the sandals. Her nipples protruded rock hard through the flimsy cotton, her aureoles more obvious than if she were naked. She could see pubic hair in the crotch of her shorts. Slut. Her back straightened at the thought of the word; she liked it, it felt good to hear herself whisper it. She looked at the Slut in the mirror and wanted to fuck her so badly. Kim handed her a small purse.

"There is cab fare and money for condoms in here. I'll take care of your clothes and car." Kim opened the rear door of the shop. There was a cab waiting for her in the alley. "He knows where to take you, Slut." Kim closed the door behind her friend, wishing it was her getting into that cab. She smiled to herself, knowing that Lena would most certainly return the favour.......

Lena stared out of the window of the cab as it made it's way through the city's old industrial section. The driver tried to make small talk with her and she could see the way he was leering at her in the mirror. She answered politely, distracted by the waxy, stifling smell of unwashed cock that permeated the cab. She thought of Kim, how she had a thing for that smell, how it sent her into pheromone induced overload. Finally, they pulled into the parking lot of an ancient, run down gas station on the old highway running out of town.

"Seventeen fifty," the cabbie said as he clicked off the meter. "Or......... we can work out a deal."

Lena pulled a twenty out of the little purse that Kim had given her and passed it to the grimy cabbie. As she got out of the cab, she saw where the rancid cock stench had come from; the driver had been jerking off the whole time she'd been in the car. She walked toward the station, ignoring the cabbie's inquiries as to whether she wanted her change.

The door creaked as she entered the old station. Every eye turned to her as she walked across the weathered wooden floor toward the cash register. Two Kid Rock wannabes started snickering when the dumpy woman behind the counter sniffed indignantly as Lena sauntered toward her.

"I'd like a box of condoms, please, and a pack of Doublemint as well."

"I'll just bet you would...." Lena heard the ugly female voice behind her, as another cackled in agreement. Lena could see their reflections in the grimy mirror behind the counter. Two bloated skanks with little more to offer the world than the Doritos dust under their dirty fingernails. She turned her attention to the woman behind the counter, and smiled sweetly at her as she passed Lena a twelve pack of Trojans and the pack of gum.

"Thirteen dollars," the woman stated flatly. Lena handed her the other twenty that was in her purse, telling her to keep the change. She made full eye contact with the two men, and their trashy companions, as she walked past them. 

Not surprisingly, as she walked out the door into the searing afternoon heat, she heard the same ugly female voice mutter, "Slut". Lena smiled to herself, knowing full well that she would have been called that even if she would have been dressed as she was when she left for work that morning. She leaned against a post in a shady spot beside the old station. Anyone who saw her there would instantly assume she was a prostitute, waiting on the welders and mill workers who'd be getting off work soon. 

Sinclair could see her, standing beside the station. Several cars pulled up, and then pulled away as she waved them off. He checked his watch; it was time. He pulled into the parking lot, stunned by how different she looked. He parked the Ford and slowly walked over to her. Lena stayed within her character, staring at him with mock contempt.

"Good afternoon, Ma'am. How are you today?"

Lena lifted an eyebrow and answered, "Fine."

"We've had a complaint of someone using the premises for some......illegal activity. Would you happen to know anything about that?"

"Why, of course not, Officer," Lena stated in a flat deadpan. "Just, enjoying the day."

"Fair enough. You wouldn't mind showing me some identification then." Sinclair's stare put a chill down Lena's spine. She also realized that she was not carrying any I.D.

"Sorry, Officer. I guess I must have left my I.D. in my other purse." Lena shot Sinclair a cute look, wondering where this was headed. She found out.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, you have the right to remain silent........." Sinclair advised her of her rights as he pulled his cuffs from his belt, turned her around and cuffed her hands behind her back in one smooth, practiced motion. The yokels that had been in the gas station soaking up it's meagre air conditioning came out to gawk and giggle. Sinclair turned to them and asked them what the fuck they were looking at, causing them to scuttle back into the station and peer out from behind a display of Hawkins Cheezies through the grimy window. Sinclair went through Lena's empty pockets, letting his fingers slide across her dripping cunt. Her legs began to shudder. Sinclair stepped away from her, leaving her near orgasm, standing in the sun, her hands behind her back, and her now sweat soaked shirt all but transparent. He left her there as he returned to his cruiser, and made a call on his cell phone.

Slut. It was exactly who she was at that moment, and she was aroused to the point of near madness. She could see her reflection in the window of the cruiser, feel the eyes of everyone who was staring at her. Whatever Kim and Sinclair had cooked up was working, and she just wanted Sinclair to drive her out onto some dirt road and rape her, to use her and humiliate her. She would do anything he wanted her to, anything. She thought about the cab driver's filthy cock, wondered if she had been expected to suck it, to feed Kim's nasty fetish of hearing Lena tell her about her cock swallowing exploits. She was so turned on that it seemed the ground beneath her feet was shaking, until she looked up and realized that the shaking she felt through the soles of her fuck sandals was caused by the two motorcycles that had just pulled up to the pumps. When she saw who the riders were, the shock tore the breath from her lungs........

The rider closest to her got off of his machine and removed his helmet, revealing him as a dead ringer for Robert DeNiro's character as the Devil in that movie, Angel Heart. It was her boss, Cy Goldblum. And his newest Italian mistress, an obscenely expensive and beautiful Ducati Desmosedici. Glancing down at her toes, she grinned at the fact that they were exactly the same shade of red as her boss's motorcycle. The other rider was one of the firm's rising stars, Greg Blackburn. His Buell stood in stark contrast to Cy's bike; all business, brutal, matte black and carbon graphite, like some sort of weapon from an H.R. Giger painting. Cy finished filling his tank and checked his BlackBerry, while Greg pulled some cash from his pocket and headed inside to pay for the fuel, looking directly at Lena as he walked by her. She began shaking, terrified that he'd recognized her. She looked over at Sinclair, still on the phone, staring at her. She could feel the sweat running from her body, between her breasts, down her legs. She could smell herself, smell her aching cunt as she stood in this broiling heat with her hands cuffed behind her. 

"You may need this." The voice from behind her made her nearly jump out of her skin, as a gloved hand held up a business card in front of her, then slipped it into the back pocket of her shorts. He stepped in front of her, his eyes having their way with her as he scanned every sweaty inch of her overheated body. He looked directly into her eyes, intrigued at the similarity this working girl had to the beautiful receptionist at the law firm he was soon to be a partner of. 

"You look really familiar....", Blackburn said in a rather matter of fact way.

"Yeah, I get that a lot. For the right price, I'll be anyone you want." Lena's heart was pounding. She was no receptionist at the moment. Slut.

"No, just offering my services, as legal council, Ma'am. My card is in your pocket, if the need should arise........." Blackburn slipped his helmet on and glanced back at her as he fired up his machine. As the two bikes rumbled into the foothills toward the Continental Divide, Lena breathed a tiny sigh of relief. But she was now wound so tightly, she felt as if she would explode.....

"Trust me, you will be impressed, on both counts. I'll be there in ten minutes, East gate." Sinclair clicked his cell closed, still staring at Lena as she stood in the hot sun. The man he'd just talked to was his oldest friend, Dave Bennett. They went back as far as Junior High, and had been headed in a bad direction, stealing car parts for a local greaseball who had ratted them both out when he got nailed for Possession of Stolen Property. The nastiest motherfucker on the force at the time, Fritz Zollner, had questioned each one of them individually, for hours. Neither Sinclair or Bennett rolled over on the other, or the scumbag they'd been stealing for, even though Zollner had a reputation for taking uncooperative fuckups down to the river bottom and kicking the shit out of them. Zollner admired their loyalty, especially in light of the fact that so few kids their age had any balls. He had them both join the Cadet Corps, where they could focus their loyalty and energy. And, they both had to stay on the honor roll at school, or, get the shit kicked out of them. It was the best thing that could have happened to either of them; after graduating, Bennett enrolled at Royal Military College, Sinclair backpacked through southeast Asia for two years, then became a cop. They hadn't seen each other since Zollner's funeral a couple of years earlier, where Sinclair delivered his eulogy....

The air conditioning felt delicious on Lena's skin as Sinclair pulled away from the gas station. The small group of white trash had reappeared on the steps of the dilapidated building as Sinclair put Lena in the back seat of the Crown Vic, jeering as they pulled away. Sinclair said nothing to her, in spite of how hot she looked as a sweat soaked Slut. His prick was rock hard, but they would both have to wait for it. In a few minutes he'd deliver her to Bennett, and her evening would begin.....

The gate swung open on it's own as Sinclair's cruiser approached. He pulled around the back of the old factory, into a large shipping door and nearly a hundred yards into the facility. Bennett had contacted Sinclair about a month earlier and requested a favour or two, and Sinclair was happy to accommodate him. Bennett gave no details as to why he was in town, and Sinclair knew better than to ask.




Legally Bound Ch. 02



Bennett had been in the military long enough to learn the protocols, and how hopelessly inefficient they were when it came to covert engineering operations. Even worse was when huge corporations took on defense contracts requiring high levels of secrecy. So, when the United States Department of Homeland Security finally woke up and realized the degree of chaos that would ensue if the massive amount of electricity that flowed out of Alberta into the Western portion of the U.S. were interrupted, even for as little as a few days, it did something about it. And Dave Bennett was the guy to make it happen. 

He'd assembled a team of engineers and technicians, guys who'd shown their worth in less than optimum conditions in places like Kosovo and Mogadishu. They came up with a system that could be seamlessly integrated into the grid at ten mile intervals. It combined a foolproof detection system that could monitor any threat to the grid from over a hundred miles away, with a very old electrical device, whose existence was buried by the Edison Company back in the early nineteen hundreds. It's purpose, in this application, was to shunt any excessive electrical current to ground before any damage could be done to generators or substations. Terrorist groups with electromagnetic pulse weapons were a microscopic threat, although it was a good story to scare the public with. Solar flares, tornados, and ice storms, however, were a huge risk, especially with no redundancy built into the grid. All the power was needed, all the time. Once the prototypes were proven effective, Bennett and his crew had worked non-stop for three months, and had shipped the final unit out for installation less than hour earlier, months ahead of schedule. The completion bonuses were enormous, and not one man on Bennett's crew would ever have to work again. But any of them would, if Bennett called them........

Lena dropped to her knees as Sinclair pulled her out of the back of the cruiser. She looked up at him, straining her face toward his crotch. 

"What the fuck do you want, Slut?" Sinclair took a step back away from her, taking in the image of this luscious, sweat soaked woman on her knees in this vast, empty building. He knew she'd do anything.......

"Please, let me suck your cock, please....."

Sinclair squinted at her incredulously. "Suck my cock? Do you have any idea how many times a day I could get my cock sucked?"

Lena felt a cold jab of hurt and jealousy, knowing it was true, and knowing it was none of her business. It only made her want whatever he would do to her even more. She looked up at him, shaking. "Please,...........I'll do anything...."

"Fuck you. Talk is cheap. What the fuck does 'anything' include, Slut?"

"Rape me. Now. Gag me with your big fucking cock, please...... tie up my tits, I fucking know that gets you off, anything, please, fuck my ass with your nightstick........."

He looked at her and understood Kim's fetish for hearing Lena saying such filthy things; it seemed so surreal to hear such obscene honesty. Suddenly, the door behind her opened. 'Anything' had arrived. 

"Rape me....Gag me...with your Big Fucking Cock. Tie up my tits. Fuck my ass...with your.......nightstick." Bennett looked down at her as he recited her little wish list, smirking with a cocky, Donald Sutherland insolence. He liked what he saw; a hometown prairie girl, turning her back on the limitations of political correctness and embracing her God-given right as a Sex Object.

Sinclair pulled Lena from her knees. Bennett looked her deep in the eyes, putting a chill down her sweat soaked back. 

"So this is 'The Fellatrix'. That true? Do you have a thing for putting cocks in your mouth?" Bennett took a step toward her, and sniffed at her breath, nodding at it's mint sweet freshness.

Lena glanced at Sinclair. She had no idea who the fuck this guy was, she was starting to feel creepy about the whole thing........what the fuck was going on.....her wrists were starting to hurt...but she was so fucking turned on....she shoved her tits toward Bennett, twisted her hips so that the seam of her shorts rubbed against her cunt....

"Yeah, I suck cock. Really fucking well, and I look really fucking good doing it, I might add." Lena pursed her lips slightly, intensifying her stare as she waited for Bennett's response.

He didn't bother responding. He turned and walked back through the doorway, and Sinclair took her by the arm and followed him down a dingy hallway into an old office. Bennett sat down behind a desk. Sinclair stood her across the room, pushing her feet apart with his boots, then placed a briefcase on the desk. Bennett opened it, then slid a set of photographs out of a manila envelope. He sorted through them, glancing over at Lena as he did. After a few minutes, he picked up a few of the photos and walked over to her.

"You're right. You do look good with a cock in your mouth. Pretty cute as a blonde, too." Bennett held up an eight by ten black and white photo of Lena with Sinclair's cock buried down her throat, her eyes wild. She wondered how the fuck he'd even got that picture, she couldn't remember any cameras anywhere, ever. He held up another, this time with her legs spread and Kim driving her fist into her flushed cunt. Then, one with her breasts tightly and meticulously bound, impaled on a large dildo. Another of her licking Sinclair's semen off of Kim's tits. Anger and betrayal began boiling within her. What the fuck was Sinclair doing? Who the fuck was this prick? Bennett went back to the desk, checking the other contents of the briefcase. 

"So, this is the fabled 'Starlight', eh? What's the story on this stuff?" Bennett held up a vacuum sealed bag, checking out it's sparkling, purple-green contents with a magnifying glass.

"Cannabis Indica, a mutated Mikado strain, two and a half times the strength of anything else available. Cool thing is, the evaporation point of the aromatic ingredients is ninety degrees celsius. You can't smell this shit until it's lit. Even the dogs have a tough time with it. Enjoy." Sinclair glanced at Lena. She was shooting bottle green daggers at him.

"Cool. So I'll call you tomorrow afternoon. Let's take your GTO for a cruise, and hit the Shanghai for supper. I'm buying." 

"No shit, you're buying. Talk to you tomorrow, then." Sinclair took the cuffs off of Lena's wrists and walked out the door, leaving her alone with Bennett......

Bennett opened up a ziplock with a dozen or so joints in it and sparked one up. It had been months since he'd smoked anything, or had so much as a beer. When he ran a project, everything was run kitchen clean; there was no margin for error. His crew had been together in this building for ninety one days, focused on the end result. Spare time was spent honing or teaching each other skills they were adept at; hand to hand combat, the tricks of performing complicated math in your head, foreign languages, gourmet cooking. As intense as the schedule was, it was a hell of a lot better than having to deal with ten year old snipers and IED's in some rat infested hellhole. But after ninety one days, the testosterone was running wild, and everyone was in a mood to cut loose after a job well done. Bennett passed the joint to Lena, who took a deep draw, and passed it back to him.

"I......... won't need any more than that." The look she gave Bennett gave him no reason to doubt her. He picked up the bag of joints and left the room, returning less than a minute later.

"You don't do this kind of thing for a living." Bennett's voice had mellowed slightly, but his gaze was no less intense.

"No, I don't." Lena's anxiety had receded slightly, and her nipples stiffened as she noticed the bulge in Bennett's pants.

"Well, here's the deal. There's the door, and the gate is still open. I'm sure it won't take long to catch a ride, dressed the way you are. But I'm willing to bet that you are too fucking horny to do that. I'll bet that you'd rather stay here..........."

Lena thought about leaving as Bennett walked toward her, grabbing one of her breasts roughly as she began to turn for the door. His hand clamped down, stopping her in her tracks. He unbuttoned her shorts and they fell to the floor.

"Ken says you like to talk dirty. Tell me about the last time you took it up the ass, Slut." He released his grip on her breast and sat down at the desk, leaving her standing with her shorts around her ankles, a stream of juice running down the inside of her leg.

"It was about five years ago......", she started, not believing that she was telling a stranger about this, one of her darkest secrets. "I was meeting a friend at a club. When I got there, it turned out that there was some punk rock show going on. I still had my work clothes on, a cardigan and a hound's tooth skirt. The doorman asked if I was sure that I wanted to come in, being a 'conservative lady', as he saw me. I did, and met my friend, who was celebrating his divorce. As we proceeded to get smashed, my friend got drawn into a philosophical scrap with some loud, obnoxious bull dyke, while these guys at the bar were pouring Jack Daniel's down my throat. I started teasing and flirting with the little fuckers, rubbing my tits against them and letting them squeeze my ass....... I was so fucking horny, I snuck into the men's bathroom behind my friend so that I could corner him and finally get to suck his cock, knowing that the best blow job he ever got from his ex was the first one. The guys who'd been buying the JD spotted me, and came into the can and locked the door behind them. They saw me with a cock down my throat, lifted up my skirt and yanked my panties down. I didn't fucking care. I reached back with both hands and spread my ass cheeks, moaning with my mouth full of prick. The first one drove his rude little dick up my ass, pumping for maybe five seconds before dumping his load. The next one was a lot bigger, but he slipped in easily now that my asshole was slippery with cum. I sucked my friend's prick like an animal while the crazy little bastards fucked my ass raw, five or six of them. After about twenty minutes, we finally got out of there because there were so many people people pounding on the door......... The best part was when the nasty bitch that had been arguing with my friend got up to dance, she told him to 'make yourself useful and hold my drink'. Once she was on the dance floor, he slipped it up the back of my skirt, and I, well, let's say I 'topped up' her Kaluha and milk...."

Bennett broke into a broad smile, pulled her shorts up, took her by the arm, and said, "Come with me, My Dear....."

She glanced through doorways into rooms that were empty, unaware that they had been barracks and dining rooms and recreation areas only a few hours earlier. The smell of men hung in the air; not the crude stench of the cabbie, but of strong, healthy men's sweat. It sent tingles down her back, stiffening her nipples and covering her with goose bumps. She could hear them, talking and laughing, and could begin to smell weed and barbeque. She felt nervous, her heart was racing, at once terrified and elated at what she now knew was imminent, what Sinclair and Kim had been up to. Bennett led her into a large room, which instantly fell silent. Every eye turned to her, the rush she felt, overwhelming. Slut. Bennett stepped away from her, motioning toward her with a flourish.

"Gentlemen, it has been a long three months, and I'm sure that I'm not the only one who's tired of jerking off. I'd like to offer you a token of my appreciation. Enjoy her." 

It was now unavoidable, and Lena knew it. She also knew that if she turned and ran, she'd silently regret it for the rest of her life. Her back stiffened as the men moved toward her. She pulled her shoulders back, her swollen breasts straining against the damp, transparent cotton. She'd never felt such power, or vulnerability. There were at least fifteen, maybe twenty men, now grabbing at her flesh, tearing what little clothing she wore off of her body. She felt hands covering her, squeezing and pulling at her breasts, twisting her nipples, pulling her ass cheeks apart as thick, calloused fingers entered her engorged cunt. Stiff pricks pressed against her on all sides. The dark, lonely fantasy of something so unreal, to be used by so many men, gang fucked and violated, was now staring her in the face, and she wanted it, more than anything. She felt herself lifted, as though weightless, to a table where she was held down spread-eagle, her legs pulled apart, her cunt naked and gaping. She saw Bennett shoulder his way through the group with a coil of rope in one hand.

"Our little Slut likes things a bit on the kinky side, and I would really hate it if she left disappointed." Bennett looked at her pretty tits, then dragged the end of the rope across her nipples. She looked into the faces of the men surrounding her, not hiding her arousal, absolutely lost in her role as Sex Object. 

She felt the rope being wrapped around her breasts, being pulled tighter as it was wrapped around her back, and around her breasts again. She could feel them swell, recalling a dark, filthy pleasure she'd been haunted by since she was a teenager; secretly masturbating while looking at a magazine filled with pictures of women in extreme breast bondage, when she'd stayed over at a friend's house...... 

"Fuck, yeah, oh fuck I fucking love that, yeah, tighter, ooooooooh..........fucccccccccck!!!" Her lower lip shook as she watched Bennett wind the rope slowly and deliberately around each of her tits while two other men pulled and twisted her aching nipples. Every inch of her body was being grabbed and felt, her legs pulled apart by a dozen arms as she felt countless fingers reaching inside of her. She could smell cock, taste it in the thick air around her. Her hand was forced around an erect prick, as another appeared above her face. She swallowed hard, her mouth watering, aching to be fucked.......

"Hey, not so fast now, let's give her a chance to get on her feet, show off a little bit...." Bennett motioned to them, and Lena stood, cupping her throbbing tits. She could feel her labia, so engorged that every movement tormented her clit. Every eye was on her, this Slut, every cock aching to violate her. She looked around the room at them, pulling at her nipples, moaning deeply. She could feel them closing in on her. She stiffened her legs and bent over, feeling the weight of her tightly bound tits as she reached back with both hands and spread apart her cheeks, digging her bright red nails into her flesh.

"You all fucking want me, so fucking do it. Any fucking thing you want. Apparently, you've earned me.......you all must have done a really fucking good job to get this...." Lena locked eyes with every one of them, seeing their boiling need for her, now. 

"Come on, isn't this what every man wants for Christmas?" She bent over farther, pulling her ass cheeks as far apart as she could. The fuck buzz in the room was incredible. She closed her eyes, felt her cunt lips throb, then yield as a thick, faceless cock slammed into her......gasping, another prick filled her mouth, hands pawing her...........she reached around, feeling muscle and cock, her mouth and cunt being fucked mercilessly.......her legs shaking as she started to come, squirting like a fountain as the prick in her mouth released it's load and she sucked it dry.......

Bennett had stepped back to watch the spectacle, along with a few of the guys he'd known the longest. There was plenty of her to go around, and to see and hear her screaming and going wild as one cock after another ravaged her just made her that much more attractive. He checked his watch; transport for these guys was now en route, and he wanted to make sure that everyone got their 'lovely parting gifts' before they left. Along with the number to a Swiss bank account, each 'gift bag' included a forty year old bottle of scotch, a prepaid Visa card worth five grand, clean underwear, and, a substantial quantity of 'the fabled Starlight'.

The ropes that had bound her breasts had loosened and fallen free as her tits swung wildly, fucked hard from behind as her mouth took every cock held in front of her. She orgasmed violently, but it did little to satisfy her, she wanted more, wanted every hole filled. As the cock within her pulled out and sprayed the crack of her ass with cum, she stood, turning to a man seated on the end of a bench. She strutted over to him, unzipped his pants, and impaled herself on his prick. She reached back with both hands and pulled her slimy ass cheeks apart, her bright red nails pointing like arrows at her straining anus.

"Come on, who wants to fuck my pretty little ass.........."

Before she could complete the sentence, she found herself in a position she'd only ever dreamt of, with a big fucking cock in her gushing cunt, and another stuffed up her ass further than she could have imagined was possible. She felt her head pulled to one side, and another prick was driven into her mouth.........full, fuck, she was so...........full........she rode the man she was straddling hard, her strong legs able to drain him, and the man violating her asshole, nearly simultaneously. She pulled a large black cock out of her mouth just as he started to ejaculate, covering her face..........Cindy was right, strong legs WERE a cowgirl's best friend...

Sinclair watched her on his computer screen, confirming his suspicions regarding the depths of her depraved lust. Bennett had run a video feed to capture the event for his own viewing pleasure at a later date, and to let Sinclair enjoy it as it happened. His heart pounded; he'd fucked that woman the night before, held her in his arms, and there she was, being gang fucked, her lovely face covered with semen. She was insatiable, screaming and howling like a mad woman as this group of sex starved, testosterone soaked men kept every hole in her cum and sweat drenched body stuffed with cock. There was no sweetness or romance, just the delicious invitation for each of them to use her, release their pent-up aggression and longing into her body, fill their strong hands with her soft flesh.......

Bennett checked his BlackBerry; transport would be arriving for these guys in ten minutes. Everyone but Bennett had done her at least once, some of them, two or three times. She looked up at him, on her knees as each of them ejaculated onto her, covering her face and breasts, filling her beautiful mouth. She was a just reward for a job well done............and soon he'd have her to himself...........

"Five minutes, Gentlemen! Transport will be arriving in five minutes, I suggest you get your shit together and see me in my office ASAP!" Bennett turned and headed to his office, leaving her alone with his crew. Each of them filed past her, getting one last look at this cum drenched Slut with his prick in her pretty mouth. She could hear the deep, heavy thump of helicopter rotors in the distance, and suddenly, she found herself naked, on her knees, and alone.

In a few short minutes, the empty factory was deathly silent. Lena stood, wondering if she had been left alone in this huge, now very creepy building. She walked out into the hallway, now pitch black. She darted back into the room, the only illuminated place she could see. The smell of sex hung in the room, the smell of her own body having been violated and used and covered with cum. The reality of it began to sink in, filling her with an odd sense of pride and shame....

Bennett looked at her from the darkened hallway, naked except for her sandals, her body glistening. She was the perfect Slut, strong and relentless, unintimidated by the ridiculous expectations and conventions that sucked the life out of those fucking peasants who hid in front of their televisions night after night. His prick had been turned to steel, and now she was his. Silently, he crept up from behind , scaring the shit out of her as he grabbed her and threw her onto the table she'd been gang fucked on. She looked into his eyes, realizing that the shame she felt was due to the fact that she wanted him so fucking badly. He dropped his pants, and her mouth fell open; he was fucking huge, bigger than anyone she'd ever had. He walked around her, staring into her eyes as he wondered if she was as good a cocksucker as Sinclair had said she was. He grabbed the hair on the back of her head, holding his prick just out of reach of her tongue as she begged him to fuck her mouth. 




Legally Bound Ch. 02



"Please, God, let me suck your beautiful cock, come on, baby, pound my fucking throat, now...." She was nearly delirious, not caring that she'd never sucked anything that size. He put it to her lips, teasing her and pulling it away each time she opened her mouth. Finally, he drove it in, the head of it filling her mouth completely. He looked at her face as she gagged as much of it into her throat as she could manage, her eyes locked on his. Sinclair was right; this woman was one talented cocksucker, and she drove the point home as he felt her throat relax and saw his prick slowly disappear into her beautiful face. 

He'd never been deep throated before, and she knew it. She made damn sure he would never forget this, torturing his prick with the silky smoothness of her throat, then digging her teeth into it as she felt his cum boiling up inside of him. But he wanted more of her, and pulled his prick out of her mouth, savouring the look on her face as her mouth tried to follow it......

"Spread your fucking legs, Slut." Her legs parted as she pulled her labia apart, her cunt swollen and dripping cum. He buried the entire length of his prick into her with one brutal thrust, and proceeded to pound her like a machine, purging himself of the frustration and disgust of having jerked off for the last three months. She screamed like a wild animal, her tits violently swinging and slapping against her body as he drove his prick into her deeper than she'd ever dreamed. She howled every obscenity at him she could imagine, begging him to dump his cum into her, to fuck her the way a filthy fucking Slut deserved to be fucked........and as his aching load reached the point of agony, he grabbed her by her bruised and abused nipples and pumped an endless, burning stream into her tortured cunt..........

The cool night air brought a chill to her as she walked alone out of the old factory, toward the road, where Bennett told her a cab would be waiting. She was still covered in semen, having pulled her shorts and undershirt on without bothering to wipe herself off. She opened the door of the cab, mildly disgusted by the fact that it was the same dirty prick that had driven her from Kim's shop earlier.

"Looks like you had an interesting evening", he lasciviously drawled as he looked back at her in the mirror.

"You might say that", Lena replied, only dimly concerned with the stench that filled the cab. She looked directly at him in the mirror, suddenly asking him if he was jerking off again. He didn't reply, embarrassed by the fact that he had been.

"So, tell me, truthfully, has anyone, ever, taken you up on 'working out a deal' instead of paying cash for cab fare? I mean, really, who the fuck would do that?" Lena could see the anger in his eyes; he'd been busted, and jerking off with whores in his cab was as close to actual sex as he ever got. She gave him the directions to Kim's house, happy to not have to listen to him babble for the rest of the ride. Pulling into Kim's driveway, she leaned over the front of the seat, and looked him in the eye.

"So, Mr. Cab Driver, it seems that I don't have my purse with me. I'll just run inside, be right back, OK?" He shrugged sheepishly, not having much choice.........

Lena let herself into Kim's house, and went downstairs, where she could hear a television. Kim was curled up on the couch, wearing a skimpy baby doll nightgown. She looked up at Lena, shocked by what she saw; her best friend covered with cum, reeking of sweat and sex, and looking hotter than she'd ever seen her. She got up, reaching out to embrace Lena, to hold her, wanting to lick her body clean. 

"Before we get started," Lena stated as she took a step back from Kim, "There is the matter of settling up the cab fare for the ride back here." She took Kim by the hand and led her out to the cab, not letting her grab a robe or her purse on the way out. She opened the passenger door of the cab, and told Kim to get in.

"I guess this is finally your lucky night, Mr. Cab Driver. My friend here would be more than happy to 'make a deal' with you." A greasy smile crossed his face as he leered at Kim's huge tits. Kim's lips began to quiver as he unzipped his pants, helpless as a junkie as she reached out for his cock. The pheromone rush hit her like a freight train as she peeled back his foreskin and drew his nasty prick into her mouth......

It was a particularly jovial morning at the offices of Maynard, Goldblum, (and now) Blackburn and Associates. Maynard had arranged to have the signs changed over the weekend. He also had the lobby and Blackburn's new office redecorated while Cy and Blackburn were hanging out at Blackburn's hippy shack in New Denver, and tearing up some of the finest sportbike roads on the planet. Lena sat at her new desk, her hair just a shade darker now that the temporary dye that Kim had used on her on Friday had all but washed out. Everyone had loved her new cut and look, but she could not calm down or relax after what had happened on Friday. She was still insanely aroused, her tits still covered in rope burns, her nipples aching, her cunt howling for more. Blackburn had noticed that she seemed a little out of sorts, and tried to chat her up a bit.

"You know, that new hair color really suits you. But, you could have probably gone quite a bit darker." He looked at her intently, his calm manner serving only to further inflame her anxiety. He picked up one of the firm's new business cards from her desk, proudly admiring the fact that his name was right there with two of the best lawyers he'd ever known. As she glanced up at him, his steely gaze locked onto her, making it impossible for her to look away. He slipped his new business card into the pocket of her blouse.

"Remember, my card is in your pocket, if the need should arise..."



Legally Bound



"Jesus Christ, Lena, did you meet this guy at an autopsy?!", Kim shrieked at her as she took a swing with her pillow.

"No, it was aboard an Air Canada flight from Toronto to Calgary.", Lena continued in a flat, technical deadpan. She knew Kim was dying to hear her talk dirty, and was bent on making her wait it out. Sinclair was nearly pissing himself laughing.

"I was seated next to the gentleman in question. It was the red-eye flight and there were only about a dozen passengers on board. I was ridiculously horny, and after some tedious, obligatory conversation, I asked him if he would mind if I gave him the best blow job he'd ever had. Although initially surprised, he accepted my offer. To answer your query, Ma'am, his penis was approximately twenty five centimeters in length and as far as diameter, I could not get my hand around it. Yes, he did indeed state that it was the best head he'd ever had, as he had never been deep throated before the evening in question....." Lena was trying as hard as she could to remain in this character, but finally screamed out,

"Fuck, he was huge! The head of his cock was at least a third of the length of it, I've never seen anything like it. It took some concentration to get it down my throat, but once I did, I was sure glad that the few people on board were asleep, he was going fucking wild!" 

Lena looked over and saw Kim squeezing her knees together, as she bit her lower lip. She knew she had her going now.....

"I kept bringing him right to the edge, his body was just fucking shaking like he was having a seizure. Then I'd slide his prick out of my throat, dragging my teeth along it just hard enough to settle him back down a bit. After about half an hour, I got down on my knees in front of him and just cupped the head of his cock with my tongue, barely touching it. He was begging me to deep throat him again, but I just licked the back of his prick as lightly as I possibly could. Finally, I could feel him starting to come, so I clamped down hard on his urethra at the base of his cock and slowly slid the whole glorious fucking thing down my throat. He was so fucking hard and swollen I thought it would just rupture, if he didn't have a heart attack first. Once I had it all the way down, I released my grip on the base of his prick and he just started to pump. As soon as it started flowing I sucked as hard as I possibly could while looking him right in the eyes. He was in the most exquisite state of agony I've ever seen a man in. Later, I saw him walking in the airport terminal, still slightly hunched over and quivering. Ken. Truth or Dare."

Sinclair looked at Lena's face and thought about how good she'd look with his cock in her mouth. Kim was not even hiding the fact she was stroking herself anymore, and the smell of girl started mingling wih the fragrance of pot and hardwood. He knew that something would seriously have to crash and burn here to derail this scenario. Lena was ready for anything and Kim, shit, Kim was obviously up for it but married, even if it was to a dipshit. Fuck it, there was no use in overthinking it now.

"Dare."

"OOOOOOOOOOH........DARE!!!!!!!OK, I DARE you to let us look in your little Tickle Trunk!! Is it full of more contraband?!" Kim wiggled in even closer to Sinclair like it was Christmas morning.

"Again with the contraband, Jesus, are you trying to get me fired? OK, sure, why not......." 

Sinclair knew there was some interesting stuff in there, and yeah, most of it was confiscated from people who probably had no business with it in the first place, like the handcuffs that Lena had just pulled out and was examining.

"Are these, like, real, official cuffs?", Kim asked as she took them from Lena and held them to her nose for a split second.

"Actually, no, those are German, and a LOT nicer than standard issue here. I took them from a fourteen year old kid, God knows what he needed them for." Sinclair still found it amazing, the things people just happened to be carrying around with them. Not amazing was the fact that he really had to piss, so he excused himself and let the girls rifle through his little box of secrets..........

"Jesus, this stuff is amazing.....look at the handle on that knife!" For Kim, this was as good as Christmas.

"I just love this 'FORBIDDEN' stuff! God, I wonder what's on these discs......Hey, CHECK THIS OUT!!" Lena began to lay the contents of a lambskin bag onto the coffee table as Kim's mouth fell open......

Sinclair sat on the toilet, knowing he had at least four beers in him by this time and he might as well enjoy it as he cracked the seal. He could hear the two girls giggling downstairs and by this point, it was obvious that "if" was no longer the issue in the matter. But, Kim, fuck, she WAS married. To a guy that he had little respect for, and that was true. Sinclair knew more about certain parts of Vince's life than Kim did, that was certain. She probably didn't know that Vince had shown him that videotape. She probably didn't know that Vince had ratted out his hash dealer after being pinched with a tiny bit outside a bar one night. Or that rather than using that information to bust the guy, Sinclair simply placed an anonymous call to the dealer, telling him that Vince had ratted him out, and that he didn't need customers like that. What she certainly did not know was that a few years back, Sinclair and Terry Grey Wolf had gone into a semi-legal after hours club to check I.D. and came across Vince doing lines with a fifteen year old girl. Bad, and probably bad enough, but, the girl just happened to be the daughter of a high ranking member of the local chapter of The Motorcycle Club Whose Insignia Is A Death's Head on a White and Red Patch. Sinclair grabbed the girl, and Terry grabbed Vince and they carried the two out. Terry started talking to the girl in French once they were outside, she was from Montreal, and could understand him perfectly when he asked her if her dad would be happy to see his little girl hanging out with such a douchebag. Sinclair took Vince over to the station and showed him some very graphic photographs of a gentleman who'd tried to blackmail a woman who worked for an escort agency run by the local White and Red. Vince only threw up a couple of times. Terry sent the girl home in a cab, and on the following Monday morning she signed up for an Advanced Studies Course that Terry said he'd make sure was ready to go for her. It was, and she is presently studying Law at Osgood Hall.......... 

...... as Sinclair squeezed the last few drops into the toilet, he was certain that had been the longest piss he'd ever taken.

He knew something was up when he couldn't hear the two girls downstairs. He hoped they hadn't plugged any of the discs into his computer; there was some things that they definitely should not see on some of those discs. Most of them were simply "insurance policies" that he'd accumulated over the years. It was truly amazing how easy it was to change the behaviour of someone once they knew that fucking up again would mean that all their macho buddies at work would end up seeing them going down on a big old drag queen, or some filthy, but grateful homeless guy. It saved a lot of paperwork, which made Sinclair's Captain happy because Sinclair's reports were always ridiculously detailed and courtroom ready, and took hours to read. No crime, no criminal.....easy as pie.

"OK, Ken, Who the hell did you confiscate the lambskin bag from, and DON'T try to tell us it was a fourteen year old kid." Kim was waiting at the bottom of the stairs holding one of the items contained in the bag, a well used riding crop. That was a really good question, and he had a really good answer, but as Kim stepped aside and allowed him passage into his cave, the sight in front of him stopped his answer dead in it's tracks.

Kim had made good use of the contents of that bag, and seeing Lena in the position she was in proved that neither of them were new to this kind of thing. She was seated, with her hands behind her back. The silk rope that was in the bag had been used to tie Lena's breasts tightly, and they stood hard and erect off of her chest, their purple sheen contrasting sharply over her faint tan. Looking down, he could see that she had been impaled upon the ornate, rhinestone encrusted dildo that had been the centerpiece of the bag's contents. Her mouth was fixed open by a device similar to a ball gag, but open through the center to allow insertion of whatever the person in control of the situation deemed appropriate. Kim sauntered over to her helpless friend and dragged the business end of the riding crop across her nipples, giving them a sharp smack as her aureolae began to pucker.

"Cat got your tongue, Ken? Maybe you should just sit down and tell us where on earth you found this stuff. I'll take care of our little victim here while you do....."

"Well, actually, I probably saved a lot of confusion and embarrassment by 'confiscating' that bag. It was the property of a seventy five year old lady who had suffered a heart attack while using that dildo that Lena is so proudly modelling. She had also bound her own breasts with that very rope, and had left some pretty nasty welts around her pubic area with that riding crop. There was also a photo album, that I destroyed, and let me tell you, that old gal had lived one hell of a kinky life. Her family was on their way upstairs when I got all the items back into that bag, and got the old gal covered up nice and cozy. Her family was relieved when they saw the peaceful look on her face, sensing she'd 'died happy'."

"Well, that was quite a story! What do you think, Lena, are you OK with having a dead woman's dildo inside of you?" Kim reached down and stroked Lena's clitoris, causing a little squirt to shoot out onto the chair, and a garbled moan of pleasure to emanate from her gagged mouth. She then swung the crop against Lena's quivering mound, causing her to scream out.

"You know, Ken, you would be a lot more comfortable if you just took those shorts off." Kim reached over with the end of the crop and lightly stroked the bulge in his lap. "It's OK, I won't hurt you............"

Fuck it. Sinclair stood and unzipped his shorts, letting them fall to the floor. Lena moaned and started to grind herself down onto the dildo.

"Very nice, Ken. VERY nice. No wonder Vince always seemed threatened by you, good God! Come over here so that Lena can get a better look at that thing. "Well, Lena, What do you think?"

Lena was squirming and moaning as Sinclair walked over to her. Kim explained that this was exactly what she missed after having her breast augmentation, the ability to feel such delicious, decadent pleasure. All the while she kept smacking Lena's tits with the riding crop, every sharp crack leaving her wound tighter and Sinclair's prick that much harder. Kim took the opportunity to wipe off the glob of juice that had formed on the tip of his prick with the riding crop and insert it into the opening of the gag in her friend's mouth. The instant she tasted it, she came hard, soaking the chair and the floor beneath it.

Kim removed the gag from Lena's mouth, stroking her face lovingly as she did. It was such a pretty face, it was a shame to see it so contorted. Besides, what was the point of hindering access to the mouth of a woman with such deep oral fixations? Kim stood back and set the riding crop down. She unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it to the floor. Lena's lips quivered as she sat fixated on Kim's tits as she unclasped her bra and let it fall. She stepped forward, causing her impaled friend to lean toward her in hopes of reaching those lovely melons, only to drive the jewelled dildo deeper into herself as she did. Sinclair was transfixed; Kim moved in just close enough to let Lena brush her nipples with her tongue, and the electricity between the two was palpable...........

..........."Does anyone hear that?" Sinclair looked behind him and saw Kim's cell phone light up, with "God of Thunder" by KISS as the ringtone. He picked it up and looked at the banner....'VINCE'. Fuck, if he just let it ring, it would never stop now that it was past nine o'clock and he knew Kim was off work. Neither of the girls were even aware the phone had rang; Kim was on her knees, licking Lena's bound and well flogged tits as her girl wailed in ecstasy. He stood beside the two women as their eyes locked in on his cock, then towards his face in shock as they saw him flip open Kim's phone.

"Hello?"

"Why, who's THIS?"

"Vince? Vince who?"

Kim looked horrified, covering Lena's mouth to stifle her laughter.

"Well, what kind of name is, 'Vince Kimsfuckinghusbandyouasshole', anyway? That's really a long name. What nationality is that?"

"Yes, Kim IS here."

"No, you CAN'T 'fucking talk to her'."

"Because you have poor telephone manners. That's why."

Kim was burying her head in her hands as Lena burst out in hysterical laughter. Sinclair was only making things worse by apeing some of Vince's mannerisms, like twirling his hair between his fingers.

"No, you listen to me. you can't talk to Kim because she's standing here showing me those awesome titties of hers. You can't talk to her because I'm about to stuff my big, nasty prick into her mouth. But if you want, I'll be happy to put the phone down so that you can listen to her getting fucked by someone who knows what he's doing."

All color had drained from Kim's face as she imagined the psycho tantrum Vince was on the verge of having. Lena had laughed herself into a near-stupor by this time, but could still not keep her eyes off of Sinclair's prick.

"Hey, hey, calm down, man, chill! Jokes! Jokes!"

Kim had heard Vince say that exact same line, the exact same way, dozens of times to people he'd offended the shit out of, figuring he could make it look like they weren't cool enough to have been able to dig his super-awesome sense of humor. She hoped the fucker finally had an idea of how it felt.

"No, man, just messing with your head. It's Ken Sinclair. How are things, buddy, keepin' your nose clean?" Sinclair knew that dig would hit hard, especially after knocking him so far off his horse.

"No, actually, she's in making a statement right now. There was a bit of an incident down here at her shop, Kim and her friend saw some of it go down."

"Yeah, everything is fine, she's OK."

"No, Vince, catching a cab down here is probably not such a great idea right now...."

".......uh, no, it's just that the K9 crew is going over the area and....."

".....yeah, you got it. Yeah, I'll have her call you. Later." 

Kim looked at Sinclair, not knowing what to say. Vince fucking deserved that. She knew that she wouldn't have to deal with any phone calls from him for the rest of the night, either. Lena was still bound and throbbing, and Sinclair was still.....throbbing, and quite pleased with himself. 

Kim regained her composure with a feline intensity, focusing the adrenaline rush from Sinclair's exchange with Vince.

"Anyway, before we were so rudely interrupted, I was about to put on display the formidable talents of my friend Lena, Fellatrix Extrordinaire. If you would be so kind, sir, as to stand in front of this willing creature, and let her examine that fine prick of yours...........yes... Very nice. Now, please stiffen that six-pack of yours, Lena has a weakness for muscles."

She certainly did. Kim took her by the hair and pulled her face into Sinclair's abdomen, where she attacked it with her tongue, rocking back and forth on the dildo. She licked and sucked his ripped belly as if it were a sex organ, moaning deeply as she did.

"Oh, come on, Ken, let her have all of it! put your hands behind your back and let that girl at that beautiful gut!"

Sinclair did as he was told, letting Lena have her perverted fill of what was obviously some kind of wild fetish she had. This was fucking incredible, it was........

click.

"Wow, that was easy." Kim smiled at Sinclair, who now found himself handcuffed, and pushed back into the chair that Lena had soaked. 

"A little vanity goes a long way, eh, Ken? I can't imagine that you'd let your guard down so easily on the job. But, then, I can't imagine that this sort of thing happens at work too often, hmmm?" Kim and Lena both had the most evil little grins on their faces as Kim untied Lena's breasts and gently massaged them. Lena put her arms around Kim and kissed her deeply......

Sinclair thought about the times when opportunity had presented itself in the line of duty, and it was never this good. At least once a week, he'd be offered a blow job to not write up a speeding ticket or some other half-assed infraction, and he loved when that happened, because it was so funny to see how thin the appearances that people kept actually were. From soccer moms to realtors to unstable former city officials, he'd heard every offer that could be made, and had never once taken up the offer; he didn't need to involve himself with someone else's bullshit. Besides, one thing was certain, there was no shortage of women NOT trying to get out of some shit who'd love to fuck a cop......

"Ken, I've gotta tell you, I've always thought you were a great guy, but here's the thing. For better or worse and all that other shit, I'm married. I would fucking love it if you did exactly what you said you were going to when you were on the phone with Vince. But I'll walk in that door and that fucker will assume that I have anyway, and I'm not willing to give him the satisfaction. I'll be able to sleep like a baby knowing he'll just be turning himself inside out, and all I'll be guilty of is making out with my Lena, which is none of his fucking business. So if it's OK with you, I'd like to sit back and fuck myself with that kinky lady's dildo while I watch my girl show you that there's a difference between a garden variety cocksucker and a card carrying Fellatrix."

Sinclair felt himself begin to shake as Lena sauntered toward him. He became intensely aware of his vulnerability as she dragged her nails down his chest, digging them into his abdominals as she slipped to her knees. She was a pretty woman, with pale green eyes and full, sensual lips that had whispered the word 'fellatrix' in the mirror every time Lena had put on lipstick since she'd first read the word when she was a teenager.

Sinclair glanced over at Kim, who's face was fixed on Lena's as she brought her lips to the head of his cock. She had driven the dildo into herself as far as it could go, and then some, and was growling the filthiest things to Lena as she did.

"Yeah, baby, that's right, make that thing hurt, he's a real fucking man, he can take it, can't you, Ken?"

Sinclair looked back down at Lena's beautiful face. She had both hands wrapped around the base of his cock, below his scrotum, and had pulled his balls upward toward the head of his prick, which was so incredibly swollen that it felt like it split open. Her lips brushed against it, then circled the tip as she forced her tongue behind his foreskin.

"Fuck, baby, suck that big fucking horsecock, sink your nails into those beautiful fucking balls......" Kim was fucking herself hard, and seeing Lena with Sinclair's cock in her mouth was driving her wild.....

Lena circled the head of Sinclair's prick with her long tongue, drawing it deeper into her mouth until she was able to bring her teeth down behind his insanely swollen glans. She increased the pressure, staring directly into Sinclair's soul with a savage intensity, and making it terrifyingly clear that she could easily bite the head off of his cock off if she felt so inclined. She pulled back her head without relenting her bite, still swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, then drew his foreskin between her teeth and continued to bite down as she pulled it away from his prick. Sinclair had never felt anything like it, suddenly realizing the primal groans of torment and ecstacy he heard were coming from himself. He looked down at Lena's face as she clamped down harder in nearly imperceptable increments, allowing him to enter this mad agony by degrees. She knew exactly how much further she could take this, releasing her grip on his balls and allowing them to fall back into place with a heavy tumble. Sinclair was at the threshold now, and as he was sure she was about to tear his foreskin off of his prick, she opened her mouth softly, and slowly slid the entire length of it down her throat. The endorphin rush was incredible as the jagged torture she had set upon his prick was replaced with the sweetest, softest, most loving sensation he'd ever experienced.




Legally Bound



Sinclair wanted nothing more than to drain his balls into her; between the sensation he felt as her throat muscles clamped down on his cock, and the sight and sound of Kim fucking herself senseless with the jewelled dildo, and being totally helpless as it all happened, it was all enough to send him into overload. Lena's eyes were locked onto his, able to read his every reaction. As she slowly dragged her mouth off of his prick, sinking her teeth into his vein covered flesh as she did, she could feel him beginning to come. But she was no where near ready to let that happen, and took the silk rope that her breasts had been bound with and wrapped it tightly around his scrotum and the base of his prick. She stared at his cock as it swelled and turned dark purple, moving in close enough to brush the very tip of it with her tongue, bringing Sinclair to the edge again. And again, she slowly and lovingly drew his obscenely swollen penis into her throat, her pretty face just as lovely even with his hideously engorged prick disappearing into her mouth.......

"Ooooohh, baby, I love watching you do that, what about you, Ken? Have you ever seen a woman that looks so fucking hot with a big fucking cock in her mouth?" Kim was in a nearly trance like state as she spoke, the dildo buried deep within her as she stroked her clit.

Sinclair had never seen, or experienced, a woman with such a finely tuned talent for sucking cock. She was aware of his every breath and heartbeat, able to read on his face or the way his prick would swell or tighten, what he was feeling at that instant. She savored every scent and flavor she was able to draw from him, deepening the physical connection between the two until it became more than that. It was nearly organic in the sense that her throat was able to slip open to fit his cock perfectly, but far beyond that, primal and ancient as he felt himself boiling up towards orgasm. She repeated the cycle over and over again, bringing him maddeningly close to release, then taking him just as far in the other direction, drawing his balls into her mouth and sucking harder and harder until he was unable to scream out, either from the pain or the bliss of seeing her gorgeous face doing those things to him.......

Lena released Sinclair's testicles from her mouth, allowing them to fall free, as she untied the rope from his genitals. She smiled sweetly at him, that look alone nearly enough to cause him to dump his aching load. Standing, she spread her legs slightly and stroked herself, then held her fingers to Sinclair's lips. She tasted and smelled sweet, like a tropical fruit as ripe as it could be, just before it turned. She put her arms around him as she straddled him, his prick slipping into her with the most delicate resistance. Kissing him deeply, she drew his body towards her own as she began to rock slowly back and forth on his ravaged cock. She could feel him coming, his penis throbbing at the same cadence as his groans of pleasure. She was close too, wanting Sinclair to fill her, to complete her......

"Oh, baby, fuck him, I want you both to come for me, c'mon, Ken, come in that sweet girl, oooooooooh, yeah! Yeah! Ooooooh, God, yeah!!!" 

As Kim began to come, Lena picked up the pace, grinding herself onto Sinclair's cock. Her eyes locked onto his as he began to ejaculate, and she squeezed her pussy hard, sending herself spiraling off into one orgasm after the next..........

Sinclair's moans of ecstasy broke into peals of relieved laughter, which Lena joined him in as she noticed Kim on the floor. She'd fallen off the couch while fucking herself, but didn't seem to care much as she looked at Lena and Sinclair, all fuckhappy with Sinclair's hands still behind his back and Lena beaming.

After a few minutes, Kim got up and unlocked Sinclair's handcuffs. Lena slowly got off of his lap, not wanting to have that beautiful prick slip out of her, but realizing she really had to pee. 

"Can you show me where the little girl's room is, Ken?" Lena looked a little unstable on her feet, reaching down to grab the back of the chair as Sinclair stood up.

"Yeah, c'mon, I'll give you a hand up the stairs. How about you, Kim, You O.K.?"

"Oh, yeah. I'll just regain my composure here for a minute, Ken. Thanks, though." 

Kim stood and got her balance back as she began to pick up all of Sinclair's little treasures that had been spread about the room. As she cleaned off the contents of the lambskin bag, she looked down at the collection of computer discs that were in that fancy wooden box. Picking through them, she noticed that none of them had much more than a phone number and a brief comment written on their paper envelopes. Then, she noticed her own home phone number written on one of them, along with the word 'asshole'. Opening the envelope, a business card fell out, a white card with 'Clement Prudhomme Precision Woodwork and Cabinetry' printed on it in elegant red lettering. She wondered what the fuck was on that disc......

Kim could hear the shower running upstairs, and could hear Lena and Sinclair laughing. She knew she shouldn't do it, but she had to know what was on that disc. Slipping it into Sinclair's computer, her hands were shaking....

That was Vince. That was Vince's cock. She didn't recognize that girl, but she WAS a girl, no more than fourteen, maybe fifteen. Fuck, she knew that Vince had a thing for jailbait, but had no fucking idea that he was actually stupid enough to..........God damn it, she'd suspected something a few years back, but he'd sworn up and down that she was 'trippin'...... Fuck, if Sinclair would have booked him for this......if this girl's parents found out.......Jesus Fucking Christ...............

Kim nearly jumped out of her skin as Sinclair's phone rang. It was an old, black, dial faced job, and it was loud as hell. She picked up the reciever, feeling like a deer in the headlights as she did.

"Hello?"

"Hey, can I speak to Ken, please?"

Kim could still hear the shower upstairs, along with the two of them laughing and shrieking.

"He's kind of busy right now, can I take a message?"

"Sure, tell him Terry called to remind him that there's gonna be a barbeque at the Starlight Community Hall tommorrow. He never checks his E-mail, so I don't know if he's aware of it or not."

"Sure, I'll let him know. Hey, would it be alright if he brought a couple of friends?"

Terry was actually a little surprised, and happy, that a woman had even answered the phone at Sinclair's house.

"Actually, tell him he's NOT welcome if he comes alone!"

"O.K. I'll pass that along! So, how do we find the Starlight Community Hall? Do we need directions?"

"Middle of Nowhere, turn left one block. It's right across from 'Stately Grey Wolf Manor'."

"I'll pass that on. Perhaps I'll see you tomorrow. Good Night, Terry."

Kim looked at the picture on the computer screen and knew exactly what to do. Putting this disc in the hands of Mr. Prudhomme, whoever he was, could very well be signing Vince's death warrant, not to mention putting Sinclair in a bad position if the shit did come down. On top of that was a girl who had her life in front of her, and certainly did not need a teenage mistake screwing up her life, and her parent's opinion of her. She sent copies of the photos on the disc to her E-mail address, then forwarded some of the most offensive photos, along with a brief note........

Sinclair shut the GTO off at a rest stop near the highest point of the Cypress Hills. On a clear day, you could see nearly to Winnipeg from there. The two girls were asleep in the back seat, after insisting that Sinclair drive them to that barbeque in Starlight, Saskatchewan, a town that hadn't even appeared on a map since the mid sixties. He got out to stretch his legs, and plot their breakfast destination. The air was perfectly still and fragrant, like wild roses. Behind him, he could hear one of the girls get out of the car.

"Hey, this looks like a good place to take a pee!" Sinclair turned around to see Kim squatting in the grass, a sleepy smile crossing her face. Finishing up, she walked over to where Sinclair stood, taking him by the arm and leaning into his shoulder, not saying anything, just happy to see him.......happy.

The sun broke over the horizon, sweeping over the vast western prairies, taking mere seconds to drift across thousands of square miles of wheat, and shine orange on the face of the Rockies, far to the west. Kim breathed a small sigh of relief as she realized that Vince would be checking his E-mail about now.........