0 comments/ 37024 views/ 1 favorites Sensible Shoes By: Vermillion "Congratulations, Tom," She said in a flat voice and was satisfied to see him wince when she tightened her grip. At a trim and athletic 5'10," Grace could "tighten a grip." "Another whippin' boy for Mr. Griffin," she thought. Then before her face betrayed her true feelings she excused herself from the group at the bar. She took her drink to a table in the corner to stew in her thoughts. Larry Griffin watched her turn to walk away out of the corner of his eye. "That'll teach the bitch," he mumbled. He couldn't help turn and watch her walk away. "Those damn sensible shoes," he thought. What that ass wouldn't look like being carried on 4 inch heals. And those suits. Where did she get them? Navy blue and black, everyday. Nicely cut, white shirts – great if you're a fuckin' dike. But he knew she wasn't. He remembers the first day he made her blush. Yeah, there was fire under there. There was fire on top too. Like everyone else, he noticed her red hair first. Yes, he certainly did. But he had never seen it down. He had no idea even how long it was. Well, he didn't care now. She was off to a new assignment. And she would never get that promotion, if he had anything to do about it. He smirked as he turned back to the bar to finish his drink. Grace was burning a hole in the back of Larry's head. She was surprised he didn't yelp from the pain. "If looks could kill"…well if they could, he'd have been dead long ago. And she'd be out on parole by now! She almost laughed, despite her sour mood. What a fool she had been to think that she could handle him in the "real world." After 2 years of side stepping his groping hands and pretending not to hear his lewd remarks, it had all been for naught. Larry had won; but not without a fight. And it was that "fight" last Friday that had been the final straw. * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Ms. Masters, Mister Griffin wants to see you in his office." Julia, her loyal assistant, said 'Mister Griffin' like it was a disease. "I'm just closing up to go. Did you need anything else?" Grace Masters smiled at her transparent assistant. "No. I'll be fine." She paused, then added, "Is there anything I can tell Mr. Griffin for you?" "Not that won't get me fired," Julia answered quickly. She smiled and went to her desk to close up and start her weekend. Grace looked at the clock. 5:15 on a Friday. Wasn't that just like that bastard. She shutdown her computer, grabbed her briefcase and locked her office as she went to meet with Larry Griffin. She didn't care if he knew she was done for the day. He could just live with it. She quickly went up the 2 flights of stairs to the floor Larry's office was on. She didn't care if everyone chided her on her "sensible shoes." She took these stairs 10 times a day and probably was walking or standing another 3 hours a day. She wasn't about to subject her feet to the torture of heels. And besides, heels were for play. She grinned. The grin was off her face before she even got through Larry's office door. Larry-the-Letch, was pretending to work behind his big desk. He motioned to a chair and Grace sat down and prepared for his routine. She knew it well. It was only the first month of working here that he could get her riled with his brazen attitude. Larry watched her come through the door out of the corner of his eye. He motioned her to THE chair and smiled slightly when she was obedient and took it. She wasn't always so. Well, that's to be expected - she had been at this for 2 years. She still looked as hot as the first day she walked in his office. But he missed the temper. Her hair was still as red – and still tied tight up behind her head. Her figure was still as perfect – but still covered in those damn tailored suites. Grace crossed her legs. Those wonderful legs. Tapering to flawless ankles and those damn sensible shoes. He gritted his teeth. Grace watched Larry pretend to read the report on his desk. But she knew he was watching her. THE chair was a Larry-the-Letch special. It was always just a little too well padded. When you sat in it you sank low, so your knees were just above your waist. And it was hard to get out of. Grace was in a mood, it was Friday, so she crossed her legs. He was SO predictable. She watched Larry's eyes widen. Larry composed himself and stood up. He started his well practiced speech. He rattled on about the challenges in a growing company; that they had to build leadership from within, yada yada yada. Grace knew what this was about. There was an opening in upper management. Larry was the key vote on who got the position. Grace wanted that job. She was the right person for that job. Everybody knew it. Larry knew it. It was why he tried what he tried and why at first Grace didn't react. Grace was amazed that she didn't jump when Larry put his hands on her shoulders. Larry kept talking, now about how he was the deciding vote for the promotion and she stiffened. He massaged her shoulders. Then he went too far. He ran one hand down the front of her blouse. She was wearing an oxford shirt and no bra; she hadn't put it back on after her late afternoon workout. She was out of the chair in a flash. And turned to face him. But her move had been a miscalculation. He stepped forward just as quickly and she found herself pinned between the lecherous Larry and his immovable desk. "You know you want it," he said. "Oh please. You can't be anymore original than that," she said with the right amount of sarcasm. "Bitch," he thought and pulled her head to his as he attempted to savage her mouth. She slapped him hard enough to make him step back. He brought his hand up, but stopped short of returning the slap. He rubbed his cheek instead, where it was now glowing with a red hand print. She shuddered at the sick pleasure she saw in his eyes. "Look, Miz Masters. You better stop flirting with me and give me the goods." With that he stepped forward and pushed his knee between my legs. With his hands, he pull her blouse from the waistband and had hold of her braless breasts quicker than she would have imagined. He popped the bottom buttons of her blouse as he tried to get a better grip. He leaned towards her with his face as if to kiss her. Enough was enough, she braced herself and got enough leverage to deliver a real blow – then they heard knocking. Someone was at his office door. "Larry, Larry?" She recognized one of Larry's peer managers from this same floor. Larry stepped back and straightened his suit. He looked at her with a combination of hate and lust and said. "You had your chance, bitch. Now get the fuck out of here and don't expect any favors from me. Not now. Not ever. Your career is over." Larry started for the door with no care as to whether Grace had time to straighten her clothes. Grace turned her back to the door and gathered her belongings. As the other manager came in, she managed to get out the door without him seeing her torn blouse. A few steps down the hall and she heard Larry laugh. God, she hated that man. * * * * * * * * * * * * * But that was weeks ago and now it was over. She was in another department. She had lost the promotion to that weenie she had shook hands with. She just wanted to get on with her life. So when the opportunity for business trip away from the winter in Chicago came along, she was very pleased. And it was back to her hometown – San Francisco. Not too many people new where she was from or the variety of experience she had had. While working her way up in the advertising world of San Francisco, she had found a very good source of supplemental income. She learned to make a hobby pay – so to say. During her nights at her second job, she had made lots of money and many good friends. As soon as she got into San Francisco she called up what was left of her old gang and had a week of evenings planned before she stepped into her first boring seminar. Grace was smiling when she sat down in the first lecture. Her smile did not last. At the break, when she got up to stretch, she saw him. Larry-the-Letch was at the seminar – here in San Francisco! How could he do that to her? He pretended not to see her. She was happy with that, true or not. She did her level best to avoid him. Larry had had to pull in a coupla favors to get this trip to San Francisco, but it was all worth it when he saw the look on Grace's face. He pretended not to notice she was there. But he had it all planned. He would watch her, follow her and when the time was right, he would let her know that she had made a serious mistake not to have taken what he had to offer. He had spent the last few weeks seething about that Friday night. Grace tried to forget that her nemesis was here in her favorite city. That night, she went out as planned. She almost didn't see Larry in the corner table of the restaurant she was in. She just barely caught a glimpse. "It couldn't be him," she thought. "Even he isn't sick enough to follow me." But on the third night, it was no mistake. Larry seemed to be everywhere she was. She had enough experience to know when annoying turned to dangerous and Larry had crossed that line. She had to take action. Maybe it was being in her hometown that made her so bold, but she had been pushed too far and she was going to take a stand. She waited until 3:00 am, when she knew her old cronies would be home from work. She called them and set the trap. Now it was time to put out the bait. The next night, Larry was sure this would be it. Grace had been very easy to track and he knew where he would strike. He had seen her going out with a different set of "freaks" each night. Each night, she left her friends a few blocks from the hotel. Then she would walk back alone. There were any number of alleys where he could take her. She had had the chance to have him back in Chicago, in his nice comfortable office. Now if she got a little dirty or a little hurt – well, she deserved it. He was not surprised that Grace had been dressing just like she did at work during the day. But at night he noticed she actually dressed like a woman. Her hair was still always up, and the shoes still very practical. But he could see where walking the hills of San Francisco was probably the source of her selection in shoes. He actually was looking forward to seeing what outfit she had on tonight. But nothing prepared him for what walked into the lobby of the hotel. Grace's years of working in clubs came in handy every now and then; when handling difficult men, when summoning up the courage to face a difficult situation and when preparing for a night like tonight. She realized she hadn't lost the touch when, as she entered the lobby, all eyes were on her. Larry nearly fell out of his chair. Her hair was down. Red fiery curls cascaded all the way down to just above her waist. She wore an electric blue silk blouse that just barely contained her ample cleavage. The skirt she wore moved with her thighs like it was a part of her. The black latex stopped just below what would have been her panty line. The skirt left no doubt that there were no panties. Her legs went on and on and on…and ended in black 4-inch stiletto heels. "Close your mouth, Larry," she thought as she walked by, pretending not to notice him. She waited outside until there were two cabs. She jumped in the first one and instructed the driver NOT to loose the cab that would certainly follow. The driver obeyed without so much as a blink. "The Green Door," she said without further comment. That did get a sidelong glance from the driver. But he shrugged and took off. Grace walked straight into the club when they arrived and didn't bother to look back to see if Larry was there. She knew he would be there. She went immediately to the back to complete arrangements. She was back at a table by the runway by the time Larry arrived. Larry walked through the door of the establishment quickly, as he was afraid he would loose her. He stopped cold once inside. It was a strip club! Very elegant, but nonetheless, a strip club. There were more women than you would find at a seedy roadside club, but it was still predominantly men. Men with women, and men with men. Business men drinking and making asses of themselves. And men WITH men – fags. He thought with disgust, "Just the kind of place a slut like her would go to." Grace watched with satisfaction, as Larry came in and after a short pause, took a seat near the runway, on the opposite side as her. She continued to pretend to be oblivious to his presence. As she carried on an animated conversation with her friends, she watched him order one drink and then another. The bartender winked in her direction as he fixed the third drink. "He'll never know what hit him," she grinned to herself. She watched him watch the action on the stage. Some of the best strippers, male and female, in the city performed here. She was sure the art was lost on that cretin Larry. After he finished his third drink, she decided it was time to start. She thanked her stars again for her good luck to have such friends as the ones helping her tonight. They were all going to miss out on $1000's in income tonight, just to help her. She committed that for them and for her, she was going to do it right. Grace stood up and casually walked to the back room. The same room several "couples" had gone to, for the couch dances. Larry didn't notice she had moved until she was half way to the room. He got up, a little too fast and stumbled to his feet. He walked, with just a slight tilt, to follow Grace. Just before he got to the curtain that separated the two rooms, two large men came up on either side of Larry. They moved in beside him and before he knew it, had ushered him through the curtain, through the couch room to a separate chamber. He was just about to complain when Grace came into view. She walked straight to him and leaned down to kiss him. Grace's didn't realize how short he was, especially with her in 4-inch heels. She delivered a rather savage kiss. Enough to leave him stumbling in his intoxication. He felt like the breath was being sucked out of him. Then she took his head between her hands and pushed it into breasts. "Oh Larry, you came to me." She hid his face, so he wouldn't see her smirk. "I want you now. I want you here." She buried his head further in her cleavage. "Oh yes," was all Larry could get out. Speed was important, keeping him breathless. After smothering him a second more in her cleavage, she latched onto him mouth with a deep and long kiss. The alcohol, the excitement, blood rushing to his groin – Larry passed out cold. And Grace didn't break his fall. Larry thought he heard voices. More than one. Was there one he recognized? He tried to scratch his nose. He couldn't move. OH MY GOD!, he thought. I'm paralyzed. Then he felt the constraints at his wrist. And then his ankles. He struggled with all his strength and when nothing gave, he opened his eyes. He was cuffed at the ankles and wrists to a wall. No, not a wall, some kind of rack on a wall. He looked around frantically. It was a circle, he looked like that sketch of Di Vinci's, the man in the circle. Except, he noticed as he turned his head, he had a collar on. And there was something in his mouth. He couldn't get it out. Some kind of gag. He panicked. He thrashed as much as his binds would allow. "Damien, feed him," Grace said. Damien walked over to Larry. He pulled his head back, removed the gag and feed Larry a jigger of a thick liquid. The standard pinched nose, head back routine got him to swallow it without a drop lost. He coughed once, his head lolled and then he was out again. Larry woke up in a fog. His head was clear enough that he knew he was still bound to a big iron ring. He tried to clear his head by taking inventory of the room. It was about 20'x 20'. Wood from ceiling to floor. Expensive wood paneling on all four walls. No apparent door. About twelve sconces with two candles each. Oriental carpets on the floor. To one side of him a table with wine, water and several goblets. To the other a table covered with sex. Dildos, vibrators, blinds folds and gags. Big dildos, Small dildos that he figured were for putting in the ass. One even had long hair on it, so when inserted it must look like a tail. There were paddles and whips. And oddly, there were a pair of very large women's pumps. He couldn't even think what all those things were for. And thinking made his head hurt. "Are you finally awake?" Grace spoke loud and slowly to get his attention. Then he looked up and saw…them. Six people, and the woman sitting in the middle like she was holding court, was Grace. "Larry, I am so glad you have decided to join us. Let me first explain your condition, so you do not distress trying to understand it. You are completely and safely restrained. You cannot move. You cannot escape. Of course, the drink Damien gave you will make it so you don't try. The gag in your mouth will be removed if you behave yourself. The drink Damien gave you is a very handy drug – Quip's own 'cocktail'. It will keep you from hurting yourself." Larry had stopped struggling and he stared at the strange scene in front of him. Grace was in a chair, large, black – it looked like a wooden throne. Behind and on either side of her were two large men, brutes, one white and one black. Bare chested except for large leather straps that crossed their chests. Some sort of long tight pants covered their legs, down to their heavy boots. They wore hoods that looked like executioner hoods. Grace continued. "With Quip's cocktail, you'll feel everything, but you won't SEEM to care, much. And you won't struggle as much. You'll tire easily. And in about 4-6 hours, you'll probably pass out again, if you are lucky. You'll wake up with a headache and no memory of what has happened tonight. And then in about 2 days, about when the pictures arrive, you will slowly remember everything. And we'll try so to make it a night to remember." Larry shook his head trying to clear it. It felt like he was moving in slow motion. He focused on the scene again. To the right of Grace were two more people, a man and a woman. They were dressed in white and on their knees, heads bowed. They wore short, flimsy white togas. And nothing else. Everything the two brutes were, the couple were not. The brutes were square, solid and muscular. The couple was soft, lithe and sensual. "Larry, concentrate. I don't want you to miss any of this." Larry focused on Grace for the first time. She looked quite natural in the big black chair, as if it were made for her. She was all in red, leather and latex. She wore a red vest that seemed to boost her cleavage and cinch her waist. Below that he could see a red skirt, tighter than the one she had on earlier, although he didn't know how that was possible. Then her white thighs showed for about 10," after which they seemed to be painted in shiny red, so skin tight were the boots that went from mid-thigh all the way down to the spikes on her heels. She had some kind of fingerless red gloves on her hands and half way up her arm. And to finish the look, her hand rested over a bullwhip in red leather, resting on the arm of the chair. "Let me introduce my friends," Grace continued. "Thor." She reached up to the white man on her left and grabbed his right nipple, pinching it between her thumb and index finger. "And Damien." She reached up and pinched the left nipple of the black man on her right. Larry thought he heard one of them growl. "Michael and Teresa." She point at the 2 kneeling next to her. "and Quip." Larry hadn't noticed the little … thing at Grace's feet. It was about 4 feet tall. Seemed to be naked. As he looked close he saw it must be female. It had short, cropped blond hair and was wearing nothing but a pink bikini bottom that blended with its pale pink skin. While it was flatchested, the well formed hips and waist suggested it was mature and yes, definitely female. At the mention of its name, Quip giggled and Grace patted its head. Sensible Shoes "My friends are highly paid professionals. Their loyalty to me is costing them more than a $1000 a piece for the lost night's work. So I owe them a good night, a good workout. And lucky you will be at the center of it all." Grace stood up, picked up her whip and walked over to Larry. Quip scampered to behind Larry and felt and saw his iron ring move out from the wall. Then somehow Quip was in his ear. There must have been a seat or something behind Larry, because Quips little legs were around his waist, but she was weightless. Quip's hands were fussing in his hair and she kept sniffing his ear. "Each of my friends have a specialty. Thor and Damien are excellent assistants and artists in exquisite torture. Michael and Teresa are the best slaves in San Francisco." At that both slaves blushed in pride. "Quip is …." Quip clapped a few quick times for itself. "Quip is…Well, Quip. My specialty is allowing people to give over control. It is taking the precious gift of trust and giving back intense pleasure. I am a Dominatrix. At one time, the most highly paid one in this city." "The whip, the whip." Larry heard Quip flutter in his ear. "Oh yes – part of my fame was due to my carefully cultivated skill with the whip." In a blink of an eye, Grace had unrolled the whip and in a fluid and powerful movement released its power. A candle on the wall was extinguished and the crack of the whip hung in the air like a crack of thunder. Quip applauded in his ear. Thor moved over to re-light the candle. Larry must be ... he was sure he was dreaming. He would wake up in the morning and it would all be over. He let his head drop and closed his eyes. Grace walked over to Larry and lifted his chin. His eyes remained closed. Quip removed the gag and his eyes opened. "Larry, Larry. You need to pay attention. I want you fully engaged. Your destiny is in my hands." "Bitch," is all Larry could spit out. Grace pinched his cheeks together with one strong hand. He hadn't noticed her long nails, but he felt them now as they dug into his cheeks. "You don't seem to understand. Your ass is mine. I can whip you until you bleed or have Damien here fuck your ass until you're inside out, and then leave you some alley. One little pill from Quip's medicine chest and you won't remember who did it too you – you'll hardly remember your name. And the doctor's won't find any evidence." Larry squirmed in his restraints. "One word from me and you'll wind up in the mental ward being buggered by every guard who can get it up. I can have Michael ride you like a pony while you chase around the room to avoid Thor's whip. I'll get it all on film and show it at the next board meeting. So show some fuckin' respect, you worthless worm." She accentuated each world in the last sentence with a hard slap to Larry face. When she finished, she was pleased to see no smile of perverted pleasure as the red hand prints developed on his face. Grace had read him right. He didn't like pain when he was not in charge. "Do you understand now, Larry?." Larry started to speak and Quip quickly had the ball gag back in his mouth. Quip then put a hand on either side of Larry's head and nodded it up and down. Grace thought – close enough for now. Larry was sullen and still. But Grace wanted more. She wanted to see fear in his eyes. "Damien, why don't you try out Mr. Griffin here for fit." Larry's eyes widened as Damien moved behind him. The iron rings moved again, so now he was facing the wall and his back was to the table of "tools." Quip wrapped her legs tightly around him and her arms around his neck. Then, he was bent at the waist. The brute was somehow bending the hinged ring and Larry was soon bent at a ninety degree angle with Quip on his back. He felt big hands on his bare butt and panicked. He tried to struggle, but soon was exhausted from very little effort. Effects of the cocktail, it must have been. He felt so weary he couldn't move. As one hand and then another pinched and probed his cheeks, inside he was in total panic. But outside he could not bring himself to even flinch. He felt something warm and oily being rubbed on his butt and when for the first time he felt something being pushed in his ass, inside he was screaming with fear and agony, but was unable to even cry out. Damien approached all his work with quiet precision. He checked out the butt checks for muscle tone. These were disappointedly flabby. Then he prepared his subject for probing. He used his own blend of oil. There just a hint of a heat enhancer, so with a little friction things got really hot, but not enough to cause any damage. Damien was the expert for pain with no damage. Ass's were fragile. And his favorite target. Knowing that this bastard wasn't enjoying this, that someday he would have nightmares about Damien, was really quite thrilling. Damien tapped Quip and she removed the gag from Larry's mouth just as Damien insert his thick index finger into Larry's ass. Larry let out a satisfying gasp and then started yelling. "You black bastard! GET THE FUCK out of my ass. If I ever get a hold of you I'M GONNA CUT OFF WHATEVER you stick in there. OH MY GOD. Stop or I'll kill you I swear I'll kill you." Larry was then silent and panting, exhausted from the effort. Damien loved that little genius Quip's drugs. This one was a dream. The Client, victim in this case, would struggle for just a few second then be limp in exhaustion, struggling enough to make it fun, but not enough to hurt himself. Damien started to move his finger in and out of Larry's ass. "You're my little pony for the night, Griffin. You need a pony name" He kept his finger moving in and out. "Let's see.." Damien put two of his big fingers in with the next thrust and Larry let out a weak arghhh. "I think your pony name will be Candy. Why don't you yell a little for me Candy." Using his two big fingers, Larry, didn't need any urging to start one long ARGHHH. He sounded like an engine that couldn't get started as his volume went up and down with each thrust. Quip rode him like a pony, jumping up and down in her "seat" with each of Damien's thrusts. Damien was working on wearing him out for the next onslot. He slowed and Larry's yells did as well. Then Damien added a little special oil to his finger. "You've got a great ass, Candy. It's a sweet white ass. Time to get it cookin' a little." He started again to finger fuck Larry with a vengeance. As the heat increased and became quite intense, Larry's cries became screams. "Oh god. Stop, please stop. My ass is burning up. Stop. My god stop." Then he just screamed. Damien stopped but he knew the heat was continuing from experience and from Larry's screams. He reached for a smooth dildo on the table, a stainless steel model, about 10 inches long and one inch in diameter. Without pause he stuck 8" of the cold steel into Larry which resulted in a choked Argghhh from the exhausted Larry. "Candy, you got such a nice ass. And a virgin butthole it is! But you aren't even fightin' it. Your butt is just swallowin' it up. You make a fuckin' good pony, Candy. And your candy ass is mine." Damien hammered home his last point by giving the metal dildo a push. He moved around to the front of Larry. He grabbed a hand full of Larry's hair in one hand and pulled his head back so their eyes meant. "Oh Candy, you are lovin' this ain't ya." Larry had broken out in a cold sweat. There was no doubt about the fear in his eyes. But Damien knew, in weeks to come, as he couldn't get tonight out of his head, he'd hear Damien's voice – saying how he took it like a fag. Damien knew how to make the humiliation last. "Oh yeah, Candy, your ass is so sweet and so willing. Like a bride that pretends to blush on her wedding night. You just can't wait for more. Why, your sweet ass has me gettin' a little horny." Larry's head was still pulled back and now Damien's crotch was right under his nose. With his free hand, Damien unbuttoned the middle buttons of his trousers and pulled out his half rigid cock. Even half way there, Damien had a huge cock. Larry couldn't help himself, he looked down at it and his terror grew. Damien let his dick hang, in its half aroused state. "Oh yeah, Candy" Damien took Larry's head in both hands and rubbed it against his crotch. "Isn't that just what you want. This big man meat up inside you. Maybe in your mouth. No, No Now, don't get to greedy." Damien continued to rub against him. "I'll save this meat for you. After all your hard work you deserve what you like best, my little candy ass whore." Damien now grabbed is cock and rammed it in Larry's mouth. Just four good deep thrust enough to make him gag. He pulled it out and Larry convulsed but didn't heave. Another side effect of Quip's Cocktail. "Mistress Grace, I think my Candy is ready for your inspection," Damien said. "Yes, you seem to have him well on his way. But let me just be sure" She walked behind the still bent over Larry. She put the bottom of her boot against his butt crack. He could feel the tip of her spiked heel against his balls. He thought the she would soon drive it through them. He didn't care. He just wanted this to be over. But would it be over? Would the pain of being impaled on her red stiletto heel make him pass out? Would he get the blessed nothingness that he now longed for with every new indignity? Grace then probed his ass with the tip of her shoe, as if touching him with her hands was below her. She pushed the tip in his ass and he groaned, painful and low. She then moved around to the front of him and Quip pulled up his head. Grace lifted his chin with the handle of her whip. "Well, Candy man, near as I can tell Damien has done a damn fine job of preparing your virgin ass. I really think you should thank him." Quip let Larry's head drop. He lifted his head but could not make a sound due to the fog and exhaustion. "Oh my! I do understand. You are just too overcome with passion to speak." Grace did not keep the wicked sarcasm out of her voice. "I am a lenient Mistress." Quip giggled. "So you may kiss his ass instead." Damien turned his backside to Larry, exposed his black hairy cheeks and back up to Larry. Larry whipped his head from side to side to keep from winding up with his nose in Damien's crack. Quip just giggled and did nothing to stop him. "Bad Bad, Candy! You are not doing as you are told." Grace reinserted the tip of her boot in his ass. "Maybe you didn't understand me!" She pressed home every word with the cold sharp tip of her boot. Then to finish the sentence, she pushed Larry with her boot. The contraption he was bound to moved forward, so Larry wound up with is ear smashing into Damien's rear. Damien growled. An ugly sound. "Candy, you are going to have to be punished. Thor get him upright. Quip watch his signs, we don't want him passing out on us." Before Thor could get to the Iron ring, Damien had moved around the back of Larry and rammed a rigged latex butt plug up Larry's ass. Thor snapped him up-right and rapid change in position almost had him blacking out. "Candy, I am very disappointed in you." Grace sat again on her throne, Damien behind her. The "slaves" were sitting cross legged, taking it all in in apparent nonchalance. Quip was still close behind him. His iron ring was now closer to and facing Grace so that Thor could stand to do his work. "Thor is going to give you another work out. It is really too bad you wouldn't kiss Damien. He had so many other sweet things planned for you. Now you may have made him mad. You may have to beg to get him to stick his cock in you mouth." Grace reached back and rubbed Damien's bulge which was back in his stretch trousers. Thor started with a wide leather paddle on Larry's butt cheeks. It was not hard enough to really sting, but hard enough to get his attention. About every 4 whack, he would hit the flat protruding end of the butt plug. After he had Larry's buns red and stinging he stopped and went over to the table. Thor absently rubbed his hard-on in pants. Knowing that Candy Ass was not enjoying this was giving Thor a righteous woody. Larry saw Thor get a 3," 5 foot long leather strap off the table and wrap one end around his right hand. Quip pulled his head back and dropped a pill into his open mouth. He didn't resist and swallowed it. Maybe it would put him further away from reality and this nightmare that wouldn't end. Larry saw Thor start back toward him with the strap. He noticed the bulge in Thor's pants and his apprehension grew beyond reasonable thought. Thor's hard-on was the last thing Larry saw for awhile, except the red stars of agony. Quip put a loose hood over his head. Grace smiled wider with each lash, with each flinch. "I just love the sound of fresh flesh flaying in the chamber!" It was hard to hear Larry's moans above the laughter. At a nod from Grace, Michael got up and served wine to Damien and Grace. Quip waved him off. Quip was keeping close tabs on Larry. They wanted him awake for more fun. After a few more lashes, Quip told Thor to stop. He delivered one more vicious whack. Larry cried out and then his head fell forward. Quip took off the hood and Thor turned Larry's ring to face the wall. He then went over to join the group and have his wine. "Do we please you, Mistress Grace?" Damien asked, in a soft voice the belayed his size and power. "Yes Lord Damien, you please me very much. And as usual your work has left me ... tense." He looked over at Teresa who starred back with eyes full of lust. Grace continued, "Michael removed my jacket. Teresa, pleasure your Mistress." Michael removed his Mistress' jacket to expose a heavy red leather bra – pushing up and exposing Grace's breasts. Grace spread her legs as Teresa took her place between them. Michael pushed Grace's skirt up and held Teresa's hair as she nuzzled down into position. Teresa started at the bottom of her Mistress' slit and ran her tongue all the way up to her clit. Then she expertly flitted, circled and plunged and Grace sighed. At the end a long sigh, Damien and Thor took turns devouring Grace's mouth and exposed nipples. Larry opened his eyes. Had he fallen asleep or passed out? His butt cheeks were on fire. His ass burned and the humiliation returned as he still felt the putt plug in place. Through the haze of suffering, he heard the other people in the room. He couldn't see them because he was facing the wall. He heard the unmistakable sound of a woman cumming. Grace came in a luscious wave of erotic electricity with Teresa's tongue on her clit and a 10" dildo in her cunt. Thor was still working over her breasts. Damien had move to behind Teresa. He fingered her hole while she finished Grace. After Grace's orgasm subsided, and she let it ease gradually, she waved Teresa away. Teresa moved to the side just enough for Grace to get up off the chair. As Grace got up and walked over to Larry, she said "Thor and Damien, be nice to Michael and Teresa." She then walked over and swung Larry around so he could watch the action. Teresa was bent over with her arms and head on the seat of Grace's chair. Damien was behind her. He had lifted her off the ground and impaled her. He moved her forward and back onto is cock as if she was a blowup doll. Larry didn't think any blowup doll could take what Damien was shoving in that slave's cunt. But Teresa's look and moans indicated she was in no pain. Michael was on his knees eating Quip's muff. Quip giggled and pushed Michael's head into her. As Michael started to moan, Thor walked up behind him, dropped his pants and speared his ass with his cock. Larry cringed as he remembered some recent anguish. But he was soon panting as he watched the two scenes play out. Grace pushed at Larry erect cock with the handle of her whip. "Enjoying the floor show?" About that time Damien took his last deep thrust and both he and Teresa let out a final gush of orgasmic sound. Quip cheered on Thor as he pounded Michael and then pulled out using his hand to finish, shot cum on Michael back. Quip twittered as she came soon after. He finally looked away and down at Grace, a cigar in one hand and her whip in the other. She prodded his cock again. "I see that little blue pill it working. Wish I'd invented that stuff. It certainly has Candy here as hard as a rock." The hormones and rest had made Larry reckless. He spoke with a raspy voice. Starring at her exposed breasts, he said "You finally gonna give me some of that?" Grace seemed to ignore him. "Give this man some water. It seems he has something to say." Michael rushed over to give Larry some water. Thor and Damien took up their positions by the "tool table." Quip sat cross-legged in Grace's chair, petting Teresa's head as she sat at the foot of the chair. "Go ahead Larry, you had something to say?" Grace puffed on her cigar and made lazy circles on the ground with her whip. "Yeah, now I know what you've been up to. You just couldn't admit you wanted me. So you came up with this elaborate scheme and these freaks to help you get in the mood. Well, no problem" Larry's voice was increasing in pitch as he plunged forward. "Well, no problem at all. I'm ready for you. I can fuck you and those two little cunts over there. I'm more of a man than any of these queers. San Francisco freaks! California psychos!! Let me down and I'll show you a real man, you god damned crazy bitch." Grace blew smoke in Larry face and then turned and walked away. "You demented whore! You can't even take a real man can you. Get the fuck back here and let me at you. Get back here!" Larry's voice was now a high pitched whine. He was going to wear himself out if she let him continue and his shrill voice was giving everyone a headache. So she motioned to Thor and he and Damien moved over to Larry and undid his restraints. They held his wrists as his feet touched the floor. They let go and Larry immediately crumpled to the floor. As Larry tried to get his sea legs under him, Grace crushed out her cigar and drank the cognac Michael offered her. She moved about ten feet away from Larry and then turned to face him. Larry stumbled some but finally go to his feet. Grace struck him without mercy. The first blow from the whip was such a shock to his body that he stood frozen in place, mouth gapping open. The next blow, delivered before the first welt was raised, brought him to his knees. With the next two he was on all fours. He fell onto his still hard dick, after four more blows at Grace's expert hand. Eight red welts were now glowing on Larry's back and not a drop of blood. Without giving him a second to catch his breath, Thor and Damien both took a wrist and put the other hand behind his head. They stretched out his arms to either side and arched him back. Finally, a sound of pain escaped from Larry. Grace walked over in front him. She took the handle of her whip and inserted the end into her cunt. It was still wet with her own juices. She wiped the end of the whip across Larry's upper lip. "You ain't never gonna get any of this," she said slowly and deliberately. She walked past him to her chair and dragged her nail over his welts as she passed. She smiled at his sharp cries of pain. Thor and Damien bound his wrists to a pair of manacles on the wall. One of them placed the hood on his head again. The manacles were padded – good thing as Larry did not have the strength to stand. He hung from the wall as Grace set-up the final scene. He opened his eyes again (from sleep or unconsciousness?) to feel hands on his body. The hood was off, but Larry couldn't focus. He could just barely hold his head up. He had the fleeting thought that this must be near the end for him. They had said he would pass-out. But despite the lack of clarity he kept his eyes open, trying to focus on the hands. They were caressing and enticing. Although Larry barely had the strength to talk, let alone stand, he could moan at the soft hands on his erection. Sensible Shoes Teresa continued to stroke as Thor unbound Larry's hands. Teresa was dressed in a school girl outfit. She even had her hair in pigtails. Had Larry been able to focus, he would have seen that with this outfit on the 24-year-old could pass for 16. Thor dragged Larry out to the center of the carpeted floor and dropped him on his back. Teresa moved over him and lifted her skirt. She kneeled over his cock and lowered herself onto him. Larry immediately started to pump her tight wet cunt. He stopped for a minute to try and see the girl fucking him. He could tell she had her head back and her hands were on her tits. Then his vision was obscured as another schoolgirl sat on his face. He barely had time to find her twat with his tongue before they were both gone. "Did you get the shot, Thor? Quip, why don't you sit on his face again so we can get a shot of just his dick." Larry couldn't understand what was going on, but he didn't care enough to try. No one was whipping him and he was about to get his rocks off in some sweet young pussy. "OK, enough. Get him on his knees again." Larry was not being pull around by big males' hands. Larry groped out to try and find the girls again. They didn't seem to be there. Before he knew what was happening, he was on his hands and knees alone. But not for long. Grace walked by and ran her nails over his welts. Behind him she ran the handle of her whip over his ass cheeks as she talked. He trembled and just hoped she would not whip him again. "Well, Candy man, you're on the last leg. I'm proud of you. You took it like a man. A dribbling, weak and ball-less man. But a man none-the-less. And for the final act, each of these real men wants to fuck you. Let's see who goes first." Damien was in front of Larry before he could move. He grabbed a large hand full of Larry's hair and pulled back his head. "Now, Candy. You are going to suck me until I fill your mouth with my mighty cum or our Mistress Grace is going whip the skin off your back." One small whack on his butt and Larry's mouth flew open. Damien put his cock in Larry's mouth and started to fuck it. He was hard and full length in just a few strokes. But he didn't plan to make this easy on 'ole Candy. "Oh yeah Candy. I know you like this. You're just my kinda pussy. You suck like you do this every Friday. I can just see you crawling to the big boss and saying 'please let me suck you, mister boss man, please. Please fuck my cheeks and let me eat your jiz.' Oh yeah you must be real popular around the office." Damien continued to ram his big meat in and out. It was so big, all Larry could do was try not to gag. "Candy, your enthusiasm is waning. I can feel it. You are just loosin' the mood. Thor, why don't you help Candy Ass here stay in the mood?" Thor moved around behind and pulled apart Larry's cheeks. Larry knew what was coming, but couldn't do anything about it. He could move, he couldn't protest. And he took it in the ass, as Thor pounded him with no mercy. Damien kept hold of Larry hair and kept raping his mouth. "Oh Candy. You look so good with a man in your ass. Your wife is gonna love these pictures. And how about a big blowup picture for your office of my beautiful black meat in your weaselly white mouth." Damien kept hold of Larry's hair but he pulled out his cock. Now with his free hand he stroked his dick, getting it poised to shoot. Larry's mouth remained open in silent cries of suffering, as Thor ravaged his ass. When Damien finally shot his wad, it landed in his eyes and on his nose and dripped down to his mouth. Larry tried to close his mouth, but Thor's final thrust had him groaning again in pain. As soon as Thor finished, he pulled Larry upright attached him to another device on the wall. It went around his waist and effectively kept him on his feet. "Well well, my Candy cunt, good job. It's not every whore that can satisfy both Damien and Thor in one male meat sandwich. You are getting into this. We just have to keep you. And look! You still have your little woody. I guess you deserve a good cum, after all you've done for us." Michael came over and got on his knees in front of Larry. He took Larry's dick in his mouth and started to give a very effected blow job. At this point Larry didn't care what he was fucking. He just wanted to feel something besides pain. "Oh dear! Stop Michael, I almost forgot! Thor. Damien" They pulled Larry off the wall and dragged him toward Grace, who had been directing from her chair. "Usually only my favored clients get my mark. But you are special." Even in the fog, Larry could see Grace stand up and brandish her whip. Larry closed his eyes and flinched against the pain that would come. Was she to flay his cock? Cut off his balls? They turned him so his back was two her. Five quick cracks and she had fashioned a bleeding "G" slashed in left butt cheek. They took him back to the wall and Michael continued. Larry couldn't hold up his head but he could grab Michael's head and push with each of Michael's thrusts. Grace spoke again. "Michael is good isn't he? You'll get your rocks off soon. But hey, we're full service sadists here. Quip has a special surprise she saved until the end. We can't very well let you cum and enjoy yourself, now can we. This is actually a low tech, but very effective means of delivering pain at the exact moment of climax. It works effectively on men and some women and few even stay conscious. But most pass out. I imagine in your weakened and well-thrashed state, we won't be seeing each other again. So goodbye, Larry." Quip had moved over to stand by Larry. She had a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. With a signal from Michael, she readied a spoon full of ice cream. With a second nod, she feed Larry two quick spoon fulls of the ice cold cream. Larry had already started to pump that first release into Michael mouth, as the brain freeze hit. Michael pulled away as Larry screamed out in excruciating pain as the combination of vein constricted from the ice and spasm from the orgasm caused his head to explode – or so it seemed as he black out in a peak of agony rather than ecstasy. "Well now, that was fun. I don't know why I ever left," Grace said with a sigh. "I hate for this to end! Swing Larry out where I can get a last few whacks him." Thor and Damien moved to put Larry in position. But as Grace moved into position, Michael stepped up and took her whip from her. He knew she might get carried away. He wouldn't blame her, but didn't want to see her get in trouble. "Mistress Grace," he said as she scowled at him, "you show a very slight lack of imagination." Grace began to forgive him as Michael passed out permanent marking pens. "Being the artists you said we were, we should sign out work." They all signed Larry on the back and buttocks: "To my sweetest Candy -Thor." "I'll tell all my high school chums -Teresa." "You were almost too easy -Q." "Your Ass is mine -Damien." "Cum for me big Daddy -Michael." "I own a piece of you -G." After the ink dried, Thor and Damien got him dressed and two other associates delivered Larry, still unconscious, to the agreed to location. Grace and her friends finished the wine, undressed and had a rousing orgy - just for old time's sake. Grace quite sated and on top of a pile of flesh, declared "I'm taking that marketing job in Seattle. And tell them Mistress Grace is back in business. You will come see me sometime, won't you?" By way of an answer, she was soon covered with 5 pairs of lips. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Larry opened his eyes and immediately closed them. His head felt like it was going to crack in half. "Those drinks last night must have been spiked" he thought. With his eyes still closed, he remembered going to the strip club. He remembered drinking and watching Grace. And then it was just blank. Oh God, his head hurt. He ached all over actually, but his head had all his attention. He realized he was still dressed in the suit he had on last night. He automatically checked his pockets – his wallet, and room keys were still there. Where was he? He opened his eyes. He realized he was in the back of the big auditorium at the symposium. There was a speaker just finishing up. Despite the pain in his head, he righted himself. As the other participants filed out of the room he rose to join them, acting as if he had just finished listening to the speech. As he walked he realized something wasn't right. He was conscious of what it was about the time they entered the lobby and everyone started to stare. Someone he knew came up to him. "Nice sensible shoes, Larry" he said then walked away laughing. Larry looked down to find himself wearing a pair of women's low-heeled pumps. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Larry was on the plane home now. He had hurried up to his room after the "shoe" incident. He hadn't even changed. He just packed his bag and got out of that "town full of freaks." On the plane, after finishing his first drink, he reached in his coat for his handkerchief and found a note addressed to him. It read: "Dear Larry, You won't be seeing me again. This symposium turned out to be very productive. Among other things, I accepted a position with another company. I am not giving 2 weeks notice. If anyone at the company asks why, I know you will have a reasonable explanation. And please process paperwork that will provide me with the full severance package. Oh, Larry. Wipe that look of disbelief off your face. All will be clear to you in two days. I suggest you delay any action until the two days are up. You'll be receiving a special package at your office. After seeing the contents I know you will give me your full cooperation. You will also not look for me. You will not look for any of my friends – even though I know at least one of them wouldn't mind seeing you. I doubt you return his affection. And finally, if I ever hear that you have harassed another women anywhere in the greater Chicago area, I will come back for you. And your Candy Ass will be mine, again. - Mistress Grace"