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Driven to Distraction

By: Robski



Mark parked up outside Chicago's Nitescene and turned the engine off. It was nearly 2am and soon the club would be closing and he'd no doubt get custom from someone who was too drunk to drive themselves. He hadn't been a cabbie long, but he'd figured out a few tricks of the trade. He always made sure that he got to the club shortly before closing, so as to park as close to the exit as possible. That way he'd one of the first cabs people saw, and he usually got a lot of customers that way.

Tonight was no different. Just after 2, people started to pour out of the club - most looking slightly worse for drink. Some headed straight for the many takeaways lined across the opposite side of the street, and some idiots even climbed into their own cars and drove away - despite the fact that they were obviously drunk. It never ceased to amaze Mark how many people drunk and drove - despite the obvious dangers.

He'd always thought of Saturday nights as a perk of the job. Parked up outside some seedy little nightclub getting an eyeful of all the young women who were dressed to the minimum. Even if he didn't get a lot of custom, he always knew that he'd get to see plenty of young, semi-naked women! All in all, being a cabbie wasn't a bad life. The hours were a little unsociable, but there were plenty of benefits - mainly the one stated above!

Suddenly all hell broke loose on the street next to his cab. A young girl, probably about 19, he thought, was having what appeared to be quite an argument with a young man. Mark could hear every word of what was being said, although most of the conversation seemed to be an endless stream of obscenities. One thing was for sure - they certainly weren't getting along!

After a couple of minutes of verbal sparring, the girl stomped over to Mark's cab and climbed into the passenger seat, leaving the young man desperately calling after her.

"Drive, please."

"Sure," replied Mark. "Where to?"

"Anywhere - just drive."

With that he turned the ignition on and drove away. After a minute or so of silence, he glanced across at the girl. She looked a little older close up, probably 21 or 22. She was very attractive, had short blonde hair parted in the middle and although she was slightly chubby, she had what appeared to be a great figure.

She was wearing what appeared to be nothing more than a bra, and her large breasts were pushed together, creating a cleavage you could ski down! And her legs! Oh, those legs! Mark was having difficulty keeping his eyes on the road. They were perfectly tanned, as was the rest of her body from what he could see. She certainly wasn't shy! As well as her bra-type top, her skirt was nothing more than a large belt wrapped around her waist, and her panties were clearly visible - as were some of her pubic hairs that were protruding out the sides of the flimsy fabric.

"So, I guess there'd be no point in asking if you had a nice night?" asked Mark, referring to her very public disagreement with the young man.

She looked across at him. "No. No not really. Every was going quite well…until I caught my boyfriend playing tonsil-hockey with my best mate."

"Oh…Sorry."

"Don't be. He's a tosser!" she stated vehemently. "My name's Debbie, by the way."

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Mark. I've just got one more question, Debbie."

"What's that?"

"Where am I going?"

Both laughed out loud. Debbie then told him where she wanted to go and also told him all the sordid details of the events of the evening that culminated in her finding her boyfriend in the arms of another.

"Well all I can say," said Mark, "is her must be a complete dickhead if he'd ever even think about cheating on a girl like you."

"Thanks, Mark."

"And besides, look at it this way, at least things can't get any worse," he added.

Suddenly a horrible realisation dawned on Debbie. "Actually, Mark, I think they can."

"What do you mean?"

She threw her head back and sighed. "The stupid lowlife piece of shit has got my purse. I don't carry a handbag, and well, I haven't exactly got anywhere else to put it," she explained, indicating to the clothes - or lack of - that she was wearing.

"Oh, right. I see your problem."

"I'm really sorry," she added with sincerity.

"Oh well. There's no point in worrying about it," Mark replied, although slightly annoyed at the revelation. After a few minutes of uneasy silence, Debbie's conscience got the better of her. "I feel really awful, Mark. I'm so sorry. Isn't there any other way that I could pay you?"

Mark, not being the sharpest knife in the drawer, didn't catch on. "How'd you mean?"

"Well, couldn't I pay you in some other way? You know, is there something you'd like that I could give you?"

He finally caught on to what she was suggesting - and couldn't believe it. He'd heard stories from some of the other drivers about the times when they've had female passengers who offered them sexual favours as way of payment. But he'd just dismissed it as wishful thinking on their part. He basically thought that they were talking - for want of a better phrase - bollocks! However, he now knew differently. He decided to test the waters before going headlong into sexual demands.

"What you mean, if for instance I asked if I could see you tits?" he blushed slightly at his own request.

Debbie didn't even flinch. She seemed completely at ease with his question. Mark began wondering just exactly how often she does this - but then again, he didn't really give a shit because this time it was him who was going to benefit!

"Something like that, yeah. What do you think?" confirmed Debbie, in a matter of fact kind of way.

"I think we can come to some sort of arrangement," agreed Mark, his mind whirling with suggestions of what payment he'd like!

"Good. You'd better find somewhere to pullover."

Mark found a quiet side street and parked up. He still couldn't quite believe what was happening.

"So what now?" he asked, in the hope that she'd make a suggestion, thus making it seem less sleazy.

"I don't know," replied Debbie, who then removed her top. "What would kind sir like?"

She threw her top onto the back seat of the car and shuffled in her seat to face him. Her tits were fully exposed and hung like ripe melons from her sexy, young frame. Mark could feel himself stiffening already.

"Jesus!" he whispered, whilst staring admiringly at her large exposed chest.

"You like?" Debbie asked, whilst seductively playing with her ever-increasing hard nipples.

"Oh fuck yeah!"

She took his hand and placed it on one of her large, heavy tits.

"Do you like the feel of them?"

Mark didn't reply. He was too busy fondling and squeezing her breasts in turn.

"You're gorgeous, Debbie," he eventually breathed, as the bulge in his pants became all too visible.

"Thanks…Would you like to fuck me?"

What a stupid fucking question, thought Mark. Of course I do!

Debbie removed her skirt and panties, and then Mark pushed the seat back into the flat position. She then laid back and opened her legs. Mark stared lovingly at her exposed, hairy twat. He reached down and searched out her clit with his fingers. He then began rubbing gently, bringing moans of pleasure from Debbie.

"We want to make sure that you're nice and wet, don't we?" he said, as he continued to stimulate her.

Debbie simply moaned her approval and began tweaking and pinching her own erect nipples as Mark pleasured her wanton pussy. After a few minutes, Mark slipped a couple of fingers into her. They slid in easily - his job on her clit had been a good one! He finger fucked her for a few minutes more, forcing his fingers inside her until his knuckles rested against her arse. 

He then stopped, undid his trousers and pushed them down around his ankles. His hard, throbbing cock sprang to life, pointing straight up towards his navel like a rod of iron. Debbie glanced down and looked admiringly at his long, thick length.

"Ooh, you are a big boy, aren't you?"

"I aim to please!" he replied light-heartedly.

"I've just got one request," said Debbie, a hint of seriousness in her voice.

"What's that?"

"Please don't cum inside me. I'm not on the pill and I haven't got any condoms."

"Don't worry, I won't - I promise. And anyway, I want to squirt all over your lovely big tits!"

With that he rolled over until her was resting on top of her. His hard cock pressed into her stomach, and he moaned softly at the feel of her warm flesh touching his dick.

"Oh you're so hard!" observed Debbie. "I want you. I want you to fuck me - hard and fast!"

Mark didn't need asking twice. He guided his erection to her opening and nudged gently. She let out a quiet groan of approval as the head of his cock slipped easily into her wet cunt. She was so wet that it seemed her pussy was literally sucking him into her. Slowly he eased the rest of his 7½ inches into her welcoming hole until his balls were pressed against her backside.

"Oh yeah!" she moaned. "Now fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

All Mark could think of was cumming over those lovely, big tits. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to last long - so it was just as well she'd asked for it hard and fast - because that's certainly what she got!

He began pumping his cock in and out of her at quite a speed. He withdrew until just the head remained and then slammed it back into her with vigour. Each hard thrust brought moans of delight from Debbie's lips - and an appreciative slurping noise from her wet pussy. He was going at it like a man possessed and each thrust brought him that little bit closer to shooting his load.

He lowered his head and began kissing her passionately, his tongue snaking around, tasting every inch of her open mouth. After a moment or two, he lowered his head again - this time to her jiggling tits. He took each nipple into his mouth in turn and greedily sucked and licked them until they were as hard as his cock was. All the while Debbie was moaning and shouting words of encouragement to him.

"Oh yesss! Oh, baby! Fuck me, baby. Oh, your cock feels so good. Fuck me harder. Don't stop! Harder…faster…harder…ohhhh!"

She suddenly started to buck and writhe beneath him as an orgasm swept through her spasming body.

Mark couldn't believe how quickly she'd cum. They'd only been fucking for what seemed like a few minutes. His first thought was that she was merely being polite and faking it. But then he felt her vagina violently spasming around his hard, aching cock and this, along with the dirty words of encouragement emitting from Debbie's lips, tipped him over the edge, too.

"Oh, shit! I'm gonna cum!" he cried, as he felt the onset of orgasm in his groin.

He then remembered his promise and quickly withdrew his glistening cock just as the first jet of cum shot from him, splattering onto her stomach. He gripped his cock firmly in his hand and began wanking quickly. A second jet shot from him and landed on her throat, trickling down her cleavage. 

"Oh yeah, Mark! That's it, baby, shoot it all over me. Cover me with your cum!"

More and more of his copious liquid shot from his twitching cock, covering her large tits with his sticky jism. Finally his orgasm dwindled to nothing more than trickles and he flopped forward onto, kissing her roughly.

"Oh, Debbie! That was great. If only I had more customers like you!" he stated, somewhat out of breath.

"Well," replied Debbie, who was struggling for breath herself, "now that I know what you can do, I might come to you more often…if you'll excuse the pun!"

Both began to laugh. Their joy was cut short, though, when there was suddenly a knock on the car window and the bright light of a powerful torch shone in. Mark looked up and his face was filled with horror and embarrassment - stood outside the car were two police officers, signalling for the two of them to get out of the car..!

Driven to Distraction



Dear reader,

My name is Hobblenock. A hob-goblin which could be best described as horny with a taste for the more bizarre and outlandish, in a place which suits my inclination.

Today my brain ( being where it is ) aches, clamped to my special high chair with a padlock by she ( who I must obey ). This is going to make writing this story very uncomfortable if I start to get frisky, so I better be careful and use my self control. 


Enough about me and my pre-dick ament because it's time to kick-off with another remarkable feet of filthy storytelling depravity.

All will be revealed 'Heah, heh!' ..... If you see what I mean.


    Driven to Distraction

The wipers on the car where going at a frantic pace but they still couldn't keep up with the torrential rain that made driving visibility extremely poor.

Glen hadn't been down south very much in the past, as most of his sales work was concentrated locally to the east and west regions. He cursed himself under his breath then proceeded to curse everyone and everything else around him at accepting an assignment that was so far away from home. It probably meant that he would be late home and he was already missing his wife who he had just recently married.

It made the journey even more frustrating as each moment away from her seemed like an injustice and the longing he felt inside refused to disappear even with all the distractions that came with his job. 

The appalling rain had made the journey take a lot longer than it should and the only solution had been to try and find a quicker route.

A quick scan of the map had revealed a faster set of roads through a small city called Alterville and it would save at least an hour on his travel time. It just seemed a bit strange that he hadn't seen it when he was planning the route earlier, as it was an obvious choice to take.



Glen took the next exit, his heart lifted as a large sign for Alterville loomed-up in front of him. A smile grew on his face and he realised that he could even be home earlier than expected if the presentation was done quickly enough.He checked his rear-view mirror while concealing his delight and remembered that he had to convince his clients without making efficiency look like impatience.

The strange thing was that Glen hadn't noticed the peculiar disappearance of the large sign in his mirror due to his urgency. 

Alterville was a lot closer than he had imagined and the miles covered where taking no time at all. In fact, he felt a strange pulling sensation attracting the car and himself towards the city like a giant magnet. The bridges and buildings began to grow larger, spreading out to fill his view to resemble a blocky representation of a female head with its mouth wide open.

The shape of the city manifested itself only briefly then the buildings continued to get closer, breaking the sinister illusion that glen was completely oblivious to.

The dark city gladly accepted another morsel, naive enough to gladly enter its trap without noticing the warning signs.

Glen tried to clean the black specks off the windscreen but then realised that they where actually large crows that hovered above him like messengers of misfortune.

The Gothic buildings and grey sky had done nothing to make his situation feel any better and it had soon become clear that the long, straight route through Alterville did not exist.

The hour gained had turned into hours lost. Each street that he took had just led him around in a circle, leaving him hopelessly lost on roads he couldn't find on the map.

He had stopped to ask for directions several times but they had either laughed or just shrugged their shoulders and walked away. The only information he had managed to get was that no street names existed in the city, which had just annoyed him further.

Glen bashed the steering wheel in frustration and began to wonder if he would ever find a way out of the dammed place.

He turned down yet another side road that quickly went from tarmac to graveled path. It snaked through an opening surrounded by trees and he continued in desperation along its direction, not caring where it went as long as it was away from Alterville.

The tires dug into the grit and sprayed it behind the car as he accelerated along, but his hopes where quickly dashed when the trees parted to reveal a house in the distance.

The building was too small to be a mansion but impressive enough to display the wealth and grandeur of its occupiers. Large trees swayed in the thinning rain, masking out most of the smaller buildings to provide some serenity in a city that seemed to have none. The only dark remainder was some of the more taller structures that reached over the green canopy that enclosed it.

Non of this was appreciated as Glen filled the interior of the car with colourful expletives in frustration.

It had been a long day and his anger quickly dissolved into dismay due to his driver fatigue. He stared despondently at the sky and watched the light slowly fade into the darkness of evening, knowing that his last chance could only be the house and its occupants.

He solemnly got out the car and walked up some steps to be greeted by two, regal-looking stone lions that sat either side of the door guarding the entrance.

Glen pressed an old fashioned silver doorbell and tried waiting outside but his impatience was till clearly showing and he moved about on the step, anxious to get home by the end of the night by any means possible. 

A tall woman in a butlers uniform quickly opened the door. She was of a slender build with short, white hair that had been heavily plastered down and styled with a severe parting on one side. The overall impression he had of her was of an overgrown bellboy.

Her face remained expressionless, but she gave him a look like he was a long way down the evolutionary scale.

"This is house of Vichkanova. What is name and state clearly nature of visit to house."

"I'm trying to get out of Alterville but I seemed to have got lost and I really need to get home. Can you help?"

The woman showed no reaction apart from raising one eyebrow.

"What is name?", she replied

"Err.. Glen. Can you help?"

There was an uncomfortable pause while she stood there just 

staring at him then she suddenly turned, the coattails on the jacket following behind her as she walked down the hall.

"You shut door behind and follow me ...Glen....."

The strange female butler led him to a lounge that was softly lit by two brass table lamps in either corner. The room itself was of a considerable size and the lighting would have been insufficient if it wasn't for the large, open fire that formed the centrepiece of the room.

Burning wood crackled and its flames emitted a deep, continuous rumbling sound that gave a warning of its ferocity if it was ever unleashed. It's dynamic light danced on the outline of an antique armchair that was occupied by a partially disguised figure, hidden mostly within its shadow.

A pair of shapely legs with an attractive nylon sheen where the only indication of the woman's identity. She sat in side profile to the fire with her legs crossed, throwing a long, flickering shadow towards Glen.

"I don't usually get many uninvited guests at my house."

She paused and turned in his direction to examine him from the darkness of the high-backed chair, constantly flicking her shoe on and off her foot.

"I suppose I could make exception in your case. What is it you want?"

"I've got lost and I need to get back home. Can you tell me how to get out of Alterville?"

"Hmmm.. What is name?"

"Glen."

He squinted and strained to get a better view of the woman but without much success.

"You drink with Nadia and I could help you, yes?"

"I need to drive back home and get out of this damned place. I've been trying for the last six hours and got nowhere, so would you please help."

"One drink won't harm. You keep Nadia company and I play good hostess and I help you, yes?"

She reached across to the small table next to her and filled a glass with red wine and began to drink.

"You come closer and let Nadia look at you..."

The female butler still lingered in the hall inquisitively as Glen walked towards the Russian woman in the chair. He was growing ever more impatient and something inside told him to be wary of both the women.

His eyes glanced at the mirror above the fire to see his reflection 

looking tired and rather forlorn, even in the poor light of the lounge. He was in no mood to exchange pleasantries and all he wanted was her help to escape from the sinister place as quickly as possible.

"Catalina!!....A glass and chair for guest!"

Glen nearly jumped out of his own skin as Nadia shouted for her butler. He had been totally surprised by the unnecessary loudness of her voice and his heart pounded in his chest from the shock.

She seemed very demanding and he wondered if all Russian women behaved in the same way.

"What is Glen doing in city of Alterville? I think you searching for something, maybe?"

"I'm a sales representative on business and I thought there was a short cut through this place that would save me some time. Look, I really need to...."

"Ah yes! You drive many miles. I need driver to take me places around city and I think that you, Glen are suitable for my needs."

The heel of her foot began flipping in and out of her shoe once again. This time more enthusiastically as she lingered on thoughts of him serving her.

"Look Nadia, I've had enough and I really want to get home now. My wife will be worried about me and I'm missing her."

Nadia's nose quickly creased liked it had picked up a bad smell and her hand waved dismissively in the air.

"Pahhh! ...Wives. Mere servants... they are insult to me!"

A similar chair was thrust behind him, hitting the back of his legs and causing him to fall into the seat without deciding to voluntarily do so.

The butler stood behind, looming over him with her hands resting on the back of the antique armchair. She continued to look curiously at him while he sat uncomfortably in the seat, opposite Nadia.

"Your butler is a servant. Is she an insult to you?"

"She is woman and Russian like me. She is treated well in this house and is often.....rewarded for her services."

Glen looked behind him at Catalina. Her flat chest and short plastered hair made her look like a boy and it made Glen wonder if it was her choice or Nadia's to look that way.

"Catalina!...."

Both of them suddenly jerked their heads in Nadia's direction as she once again became thunderously vocal.

She gestured in the direction of the wine next to her on the table, using a quick tilt of her head to remind Catalina of the duties she was given.

"I must apologise for Catalina's behaviour. She act strangely around men, like moth around light, yes?"

Glen tried to laugh at Nadia's remark but he couldn't hide the nervousness that he felt inside.

Catalina began to pour the wine into the glass as she requested then began to arrange the vase of purple orchids on the table.

Nadia anxiously rubbed her hands together, "Well, this is nice, yes?"

The sound of a large, ticking clock became noticeable for the first time and the tension in the room began to build.

Catalina picked one of the alien-looking flowers and began to smile in a slightly disturbed way at Glen while smelling its aroma.

"Well... What are you waiting for Catalina...Give it to him..."

She quickly scuttled towards Glen and forced the glass of wine into his hand then began to tastefully arrange the strange purple flower in the chest pocket of his jacket.

"Catalina likes to make fuss of guests. Now you must drink fine, Russian wine with your friend Nadia and we talk about being my special chauffeur."

"Look...Nadia. I...."

"Yes I already know... You delighted to accept job with me. I can feel that a special bond will grow between us while staying at house."

"Drink Glen! Drink to new life and fresh start!"

He began to get suspicious of a trap. The flower in his jacket had a sharp, acidic smell that began to irritate him and the butler continued to arrange it in his pocket.

It felt like she was deliberately trying to make him inhale as much of the scent as possible and both of them seemed rather eager for him to drink the glass of red wine that had been thrust at him.

"Alright Nadia, I'm tired of your games. It is obvious that you and your deranged butler are wasting my time and you're not going to help me so I'm leaving right now..."

Glen put the suspicious glass of red wine down and swiftly got from his chair to escape the pair of them. He felt a curious weakness in his legs and stumbled towards the open door but the poisonous orchid in his pocket was beginning to affect him. The room began to blur and distort while he struggled to keep his balance but it took too much effort to stay upright and he fell to the floor. He desperately tried to remove the repugnant flower from himself but his hands struggled to work properly, fumbling uselessly at his jacket with all the dexterity of a clown.

He was easily caught by Catalina, who stood over him. She gripped a crop of Glen's hair and used it as leverage to sharply pull his head back, leaving him unable to break free in his debilitated state.

"You insult me Glen... You not accept my hospitality then turn your back on me and try to walk away, and nobody does that to Nadia Vichkanova. Especially in my own house."

Nadia seemed more relaxed, now that Glen had been overpowered by the butler and her purple orchid. She smiled wickedly in their direction and was quite happy to watch the spectacle from the comfort of her armchair.

"I think Glen looks thirsty.. Maybe he needs drink...."

Catalina still obtained a tight hold of Glen's hair and used her other hand to hold the glass of red wine, laced with the orchid pollen. She began to pour the drink in the general direction of his gaping mouth, triggering a fit of coughing and choking from Glen. It splattered on his face and his shirt was quickly stained red as the contents of the glass where cruelly emptied both on him and into him.

She released her grip on his head and he slumped back to the floor, unable to do much else in his weakened state apart from retch and splutter. 

"Is something the matter Glen?? "

"I think that you look unwell, maybe you cannot take your drink, yes?"

Nadia's laughter went unnoticed by Glen who bravely struggled against the effects of the plant. His strength was being rapidly drained away by the drug and he was only vaguely aware of his surroundings as the disorientation intensified.

His basic feelings of fear and helplessness grew as he failed to break free from Catalina who prevented him from escaping.He looked up at a highly amused Nadia, her suspenders visible as they gripped the expensive-looking nylon around her legs.

His distorting vision was unable to notice the small but tantalising gap between both her thighs as one leg reached over the other to extend towards his face. 

"There is no escape from Alterville once the city has pulled you in and trapped you inside."

"It is like animal that devours people. It brought you here to me because I need another servant, and it is a servant I shall gladly make of you, my dear Glen..."

The stiletto shoe dangled perilously from her toes, briefly swinging in front of him before dropping to the rug of deep red below.

"It is time for first lesson in obedience. I want you to kiss my foot...."

Most of his vision was taken by her toes, visible through the fine netting of fabric that moulded around each then stretched to the next, diffusing the elegance of their shape to give them a sleek, sexy appearance. It was the only thing that remained detailed and in focus, as everything else around it distorted into a blurred mess.

He glanced at the foot for only for a brief moment before turning his head away in defiance.

Catalina began forcing his head towards Nadia and the struggle between both of them began once more until Nadia decided to intervene.

" Don't force him to fulfill duty as servant. I want to see Glen willingly perform my request."

Glen just remained kneeling in front of her with his head turned away, unwilling to obey a woman of such arrogance and cruelty.

"Very well....I'm pleased that you show disrespect to me and my demands, as this means that I can now have satisfaction in punishing you."

Her foot travelled down the front of his jacket to the orchid that still remained in his chest pocket. She levered it out with her toes and let it drop to the floor where she began to thoroughly grind it into the rug below like a cigarette end.

Glen wanted to back away but was denied. He tilted his head over his shoulder to see the butler fulfilling her other role as warden by preventing him from any kind of escape.

He felt the slightly coarse texture of nylon rubbing the side of his cheek and instinctively turned in reaction to receive the underside of Nadia's foot firmly pressing into his face. It began grinding and massaging his features, her toes pressing into his forehead for added grip. The heel pressed against his lips then moved to his chin, with the collection of toes trailing downward until positioned in and around his nostrils.

His head began to fall but was stopped from doing so by Nadia who used her foot to keep it in position. His nose looked more like a snout, forced upward by the toes underneath that wriggled and rubbed even in Glen's unconscious state.

She smiled satisfyingly down at him then let him fall with a dull thump to the floor then used his head as a convenient footstool while she finished her drink. Her dark eyes contained the reflection of the fire's energetic flames and the lustfulness inside began to awaken.

The effects of the pollen-filled wine and her power over Glen had begun making her more excitable.

"Get the keys to the glass room Catalina. I think Glen....or shall I say number six, needs a great deal of conditioning."



"We have to be more professional in the way we abduct men on future occasions."

It was the sound of Nadia's voice and Glen quickly recalled the bizarre circumstances of being held captive by the two, strange Russian women.



He opened his eyes and was instantly greeted to a dazzling whiteness that reflected off a floor made of glass. He blinked franticly to get accustomed to the shimmering surface but it painfully stung his sensitive eyes, making it difficult for him to distinguish anything else around him.

A persistent aching pulsed inside his head, magnified by the powerful lighting that shone directly down with considerable intensity. He urgently tried to scramble off the floor but his movement was ponderous and met with a firm push that sent him sprawling back to the ground once more.

The person behind held him firmly as something cold and metallic began to run up the inside of his trousers. It continued up his leg, over his bottom and up to his waist, snipping away at the cloth to split it into two pieces.

The same procedure was performed on his other leg to leave his trousers in shreds, then it began to run up the middle of his back to successfully cut away the shirt.

A hazy figure of Nadia wearing a large, brimmed hat began walking confidently towards him, casually swinging her shoes in one hand. She stood with her toes almost in his face to give him one more opportunity to redeem himself.

" I feel generous so I give you last chance to willingly obey your new mistress. Kiss my feet and I will show mercy..."

Glen began to frown, the expression on his face was of a deep loathing of her. 

Nadia gave a relaxed sigh, "Very well, I have given you enough chances...."




Driven to Distraction



There was a clattering sound as her shoes dropped to the floor then she grabbed him by the hair and physically lifted him into a kneeling position. The clothes fell away from Glen like a pealed orange to leave him in just his underwear, a view which Nadia examined for a split second before slapping him forcefully across his face.

"You are no longer Glen, you are number six and you belong to me."

Her anger echoed briefly in the empty, isolated room. Glen was about to retaliate when the blade of a pair of scissors was pressed against his neck by Catalina behind him.

Nadia began to laugh. "You are weak and in no position to fight me."

" I think now your training should begin, yes?"

He closed his eyes and a feeling of dread began to grow inside him as he thought of what might happen.



The back of Glen's head rested on a pillow and all seemed peaceful as he began to wake up in bed. He turned to see the face of his loving wife, a face that filled him with an inner warmth at the beginning of each new day. But she wasn't there.

A single stocking lay on the pillow next to him, deliberately put there as an instant reminder of the ordeal he had been through.



It seemed so sexy and seductive, delicately curled around itself like the skin of a snake, but now it was just an empty husk, pealed away and shed by his tormentor.

Nylon had been the instrument of his torture, removed from Nadia's left leg then passed to Catalina, who had been given orders to administer the punishment.

She had stripped out of her butlers uniform down to her rather large, white women's briefs and had began dressing her leg in the second skin.

He had watched her pealing it over her toes then gazed as it rippled up her leg to the top of her more slender, less chunky thigh. The entire spectacle had been observed without any desire or arousal, while feeling confused and unaware of the cruel game that both women where about play on him.

Now he held the stocking in his hand and it felt soft with a slightly gritty texture.

He began to think about how flushed Catalina's skin looked and about her large nipples that pointed out from her distinctly flat but curiously appealing chest. The image of them erect, slightly glistening from the harsh light above and the way they cast a dark shadow to accentuate their size even more.

At the time he was too concerned and fearful to notice, but now he felt a strange feeling of desire building up inside him at the thought of her.

Glen pulled the bed covers away from himself and saw the extent of the bruising on his aching, naked body. The nylon had been highly abrasive and had damaged the surface of his skin with great effectiveness to leave large, red grazes on his shoulders.

His sides where covered with marks, caused when her foot had skidded across his skin while sporadically kicking and jabbing at him. They felt tender as he pressed them with his fingers, with small patches of skin scraped away by the fabric to give it a colour of dark red.

He felt his cheekbone and remembered how Nadia had firmly held his head while Catalina vigorously rubbed her nylon foot down the side of his face to cause the painful mark. 

It had been the only time she had personally assisted in administering his punishment. Nadia had stood back and watched the spectacle during most of his ordeal, mocking him and occasionally gratifying herself as if he was acting as part of her own, twisted foreplay.

Glen draped the stocking over his abused body and began recall the sound of classical music coming from inside the glass room. It had sounded cold and harsh, echoing as it played an ironically calm melody while the brutality was carried out.

He had tried to crawl away from them both but his movement had been painfully slow and at the time it had felt like a pointless task.His mind and body had been totally drained by the poison and he had been far to weak to escape or defend himself properly.


All he could do at the time was tense his body after each of her blows in a fearful expectancy of the next.

He had been so powerless in the hands (and feet) of those cruel women but now they seemed so sexy and appealing. 

The lights had blinded his eyes as he lay on the floor looking up, gasping for breath from the attack with his body hurting all over. He had never felt so helpless before in his life and to be punished by the two women made it more degrading.

He remembered Nadia standing over him with her legs either side, stretching upward into her short, black skirt. Her face was still disguised by the large hat as the intensity of the light came directly down to cast a long shadow from its wide brim.

His view looking up also remained in the shadows to reveal nothing of the enticing gap that she flaunted in his direction, doing little to distract the strong, fearful emotions that he felt inside.

He recalled her words as she hitched up the skirt to release the remaining stocking from the suspender. 

"I hope my number six is not looking where he shouldn't be, otherwise more punishment is necessary for you."

Her nylon covered toes had pressed against his lips and then he shamefully remembered kissing them to try and prevent them both from hurting him any more. 

It had been humiliating act to perform. Nadia had been so cruel yet now he could see that she had a dark sensual attractiveness that was arousing.

He began rubbing the stocking over the marks left by Catalina then guided it further down over his stomach muscles that twisted and tensed as the both met.

The images of the stocking flooded his mind as it was pealed down her leg, over her knee, sliding down her calf then bunched and fed into his reluctant mouth. 

Glen felt aroused and ashamed, the material now lingering over a his stirring penis. He thought of how Nadia had fed him the stocking by using her toes to gracefully push it further down into his throat. The inside of his mouth had felt dry as the fabric soaked-up all of his saliva to leave him gasping and gagging. 

He had wanted Nadia to stop but she seemed unaffected by his pleading and seemed more interested in Catalina, who joined her to stand over him.

Both of them had kissed and embraced each other, unconcerned as he lay below them in a state of confusion, just watching helplessly while they felt each others bodies.

Catalina's back had been moist with sweat, sloping down then arching inward to make her bottom project outwards. The white briefs clung tightly against her rear and where sucked into the crevice running down the centre of the underwear.

Glens mind lingered on the image, his penis fully erect and jutting into the covers with the stocking entwined around it like a device of bondage. 

He began to remember the words Catalina had spoke as she looked over her shoulder down at him. It had been the words that had insulted her, but where the same words then used to insult him in retaliation.

"I am not servant. You are servant like wife and you lay at our feet."

Nadia had praised her for the punishment she dealt him. Her hand forcing the white pants down past her perk bottom so that they staggered down her thighs.

Catalina had shook them to her ankles and all Glen remembered was the vengeful smile before the damp underwear fell on his face to cover his view.

Glen's back arched, seamen began to flow on sheets, stocking and skin as all the thoughts flashed like lightning through his mind. He groaned and spasmodically squirmed, intermittently thrusting before finally being greeted with the feelings of shame and regret. 

The delirium past to leave him with the sickening reality of being in a strange bed, in a strange house; far away from his wife and home.

His mind was still in turmoil after being in the glass room. They had teased, beaten and tormented him but the memories of the two dominating Russians where of sexual arousal.

It could have been the poison, changing the way he felt as he got increasingly weaker, altering his mind to make him more submissive. But it could also be that he was searching for an excuse for how he actually felt inside.

He wondered if it was because they had given him something bizarre and different that everyday, normal life could not. Something of a dark, dangerous sexuality that had given him the same adrenalin rush that a parachute jumper might feel, the first time he jumped.

Whatever the strange reasons where for his behaviour, Glen knew that he had to escape from the sadistic women before they did more harm to him. He climbed out of the bed and saw a driver's uniform draped over the back of a chair and a sudden, sinking feeling of inevitability ran through him.

He desperately wanted to get back to his loving wife and they couldn't keep him here like some kind of amusing pet.

He would escape and go back to her and explain how two Russian women had abducted him, then taken all his clothes and kept him as their slave in a glass room.

It would take some explaining but surely she would realise that he was telling the truth. Wouldn't she?

Surely there had to be a way out of Alterville.

..Or so he thought.....



Driven to Distraction



Noel and Kandi had been playfully chatting online for a while. In that time a lot of things had come to light. They had a mutual interest: Domination and Submission had been a big topic during their late night deliberations. They were finally ready to meet up.

The date was set, the meeting place was somewhere they could have a few drinks to get mellow and decide if they really wanted to go ahead and play out their fantasies with a virtual stranger. 

As she walked in, Noel took a deep breath; this will be a very rewarding experience, he thought. Ordering strong vodka, Kandi scoped the room for the man she was here to meet. She had a vague idea of what he looked like but was unsure if she should trust someone she'd met online? That was the clincher for Kandi. She needed to know that she wasn't going to be in danger at any time, and that she wouldn't be intimidated at the first contact. The release she wanted was to be completely controlled.

As their eyes locked for the first time; blue eyes clashed with gold, a flame lit as the age old candle of recognition of mutual sexual desire was ignited. After the initial formalities were over Kandi felt herself get wet at the prospect of this man dominating her body and mind. Before long they had jumped into a waiting taxi and were headed back to his domain.

As soon as the door closed in the taxi he reached for her. His lips bruised her own demonstrating his desire and she responded with high energy. His tongue forced itself around her mouth and wrestled with her own. His hands were everywhere at once, it seemed. Her breasts were assaulted with such vigor she could only moan into his demanding mouth. Instantly aroused she could smell her sex as the fire of lust burnt a hard and fast line from her mouth, to her breasts, to her aching clit. 

Noel, smelling the scent of her arousal reached beneath her skirt. Slowly, giving her time to object, he slid his hand up the length of her thigh and it came to rest just shy of her damp panties. She wriggled wanting to feel the strength of his hand on her pussy. He didn't deny her the pleasure and seeing her wanton reaction rubbed his thumb along the slick juices soaking through her lacy underwear. As he reached her clit she bucked involuntarily. More forward than she thought possible; she grabbed his hand and pressed it closer to her, forcing her panties to mould to their hidden treasure.

Noel took a hold of her right leg and wound it around his own to give himself some room to manipulate her. A movement from the front caught his eye; the taxi driver had moved his rear vision so he could also get a good look. Each to their own I suppose, I'll try and give him a good show then went through Noel's head. Delicately breathing in the desperate pants emanating from Kandi's deliciously pouting mouth, Noel was conscious of making sure her attention stayed on himself as he peeled the by-now dripping knickers from Kandi's twitching pussy. 

It didn't take him long to make sure that Kandi was positioned so that the driver could see every move. Noel kissed Kandi hard and shoved two fingers into her hole, straight away eliciting an unexpected groan to peel from between their tongues. He found her g-spot and began pressing into it, while his thumb rolled her own juices onto her engorged clit. He pulled his head back slightly and looked at the girl with her eyes rolling backwards into her head while she bit into her lip to keep all but a few whimpers from spilling from them. Keeping his rhythm at a steady pace he motioned to the driver with his free hand to drive around the block, seeing that they were already nearing his house. The driver winked back and paused the meter. 

At the first turn Kandi's pussy had begun to spasm, ever so gently, but with increasing fervor. Holding one leg with his own and an arm behind him, Kandi found herself unable to move from her compromising position. She had never been forced to this level of desire before. Never had she been bought to this level so quickly or felt as though she could finally release to a higher unfathomable orgasm. Her pussy was clenching wildly now and her pussy was dripping onto the seat. She vaguely thought about what if the driver could see and it only served to heighten her arousal. At the second corner Kandi was almost undone; she had a full sweat across her forehead and upper lip. Noel leaned forward and licked the salty secretion from her lip and whispered into her ear -- Just let it happen baby. 

At his words her pussy slammed into his hands and clenched intensely. He started to wriggle his fingers more vigorously and felt the beginnings of her first orgasm. Her eyes were now clenched shut, her breath coming in phases as she experienced powerful ripples of sensations from places she never knew existed.

Noel clamped his mouth down over hers again as her pussy exploded. Kandi's juices soaked Noels' hand, the seat, the middle consol. He held her as her pussy compressed his fingers and her hips made jagged arches into the air. As her breath subsided, Noel slid his drenched hand from between her wide spread legs and bought his hand to his lips to taste his reward. God this is going to be a lot of fun he whispered into Kandi's sex-fogged thoughts. They turned the last corner and crawled out of the back seat, the driver commenting that the ride was on him as Kandi's face flooded with an all over blush. 

Holding the still shaking girl tight, Noel helped her into his house, smiling at the thought that the driver had probably gotten more out of tonight than he would have out of any tip from a customer. Considering that his car would never smell the same and the lacy underwear was still sitting on the middle consol where Noel had thoughtfully placed them. Yes this would be fun indeed. He for one couldn't wait to get his hard cock into that vice like pussy.

To be continued...



Driven to Distraction



"Hello! Welcome to 'Driven to Distraction,' the game show where one lucky contestant could win one million dollars in cash just for answering five simple questions! I'm your host, Alex Truco. Today, we welcome our first contestant, Barbara Allen, from Sogo City Arizona!"

The camera pans to the stage entrance where the young, beautiful woman stands, nervously waiting to go on. Theme music plays on the studio sound monitors and canned applause fills the air. The stage manager gives the woman her cue to go on. She hesitates for a moment until the backstage assistant standing behind her gives her a nudge on the shoulder. She smiles nervously as she walks briskly across the stage to greet the host.



"Hello, Barbara. Why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself?"

"Hi, I'm Barbara. I'm 23 years old and I'm a graduate student at the University of Arizona."

"Welcome, Barbara. We're glad to have you as our first contestant."

"Thanks, Alex. I'm happy to be here."

The emcee makes a bit of small talk with Barbara. He makes no effort to hide the fact that he's checking out her body. The robotic television cameras move in for close shots. Barbara can see herself on the television monitors stationed around the studio. She feels self conscious just being on television for the first time but, when she notices the cameras are shooting closeups of her large breasts and firm butt, she feels even more self conscious. The host chats her up for another minute, hoping she will relax a little before he continues.



"Okay, you've been briefed on the rules, backstage, but for our television audience, let's have a recap. The game is simple. We'll ask you five simple trivia questions and, if you answer them all correctly, you'll go home with a million dollars in cash."

"That sounds great, Alex," smiles Barbara!

"But there's a catch," says the emcee with an ominous tone! "We have cooked up a batch of devious tricks to distract you while you try to answer the questions within the time allowed. Every time you answer a question correctly, you move up to the next level but the questions get harder and the distractions are even more diabolical."

Barbara nods and smiles nervously.

"So, Barbara, are you ready to play our game?"

"Let's go!"

Theme music plays and applause is piped in. Alex directs Barbara to move toward center stage.

"All right, then," he says! "Our first prize level is $50,000 but, before we pose the first question, I'd like to introduce you to Kyle and Patrick. They've come all the way from the Sapphire Male Review in Las Vegas."

The camera pans to the stage entrance where two handsome men enter. They smile and strut confidently across the stage wearing nothing but skin tight bikini briefs. Barbara's expression turns from surprise to arousal as she checks out their muscular bodies. The two identical twin, exotic dancers pause for a moment to show off in front of the camera. They have no qualms about displaying their bodies to Barbara and the television audience.

The host takes a minute to talk to the dancers. "Patrick, how long have you been an exotic dancer?"

"My brother, Kyle, and I have been working as a team for about five years."

"You must meet lots women in your line of work, then."

"Well, let's just say we're both single and that's the way we like it," says Patrick. He looks at Barbara with a smile as he delivers his answer. She smiles back exchanging a subtle, sly glance.

The emcee turns to Kyle. "So, Kyle, do you meet many women at the strip club who are as hot as our contestant?"

Kyle checks out Barbara's stunning body. "Not many," he answers.

"Barbara, what do you think of Kyle and Patrick," asks Alex.

Barbara takes her time checking out the dancers. "Can I take them home," she jokes?

Kyle and Patrick smile and move in on Barbara. Patrick puts his arms around her and gives her a long, sexy kiss on the lips. The host grins like he knows exactly what's going to happen next.

"Why wait till we get home," says Kyle? "Let's get started right here!" He stands behind Barbara and starts running his hands up and down her body from behind. Barbara smiles with delight then reaches around behind Patrick and grabs two hands full of his tight, muscular ass.



The host speaks up, "All right, Barbara, for $50,000, here's your first question."

Barbara tries to turn to face toward the emcee but Patrick puts both arms around her and gives her a deep soul kiss while Kyle presses his body close to Barbara from behind, grinding his manhood into Barbara's rear end. She struggles with Kyle and Patrick for a few moments but soon gives in to temptation. She turns around and kisses Patrick while Kyle begins to grind himself into Barbara's backside.

"What president's face is on a $50.00 bill?" Alex pauses briefly after reading the question. "You have sixty seconds to give us your answer, Barbara."

She tries to pay attention the question but the two men are persistent. Their hands roam freely over Barbara's body, sliding up and down her torso, tickling her breasts and caressing her behind. She begins to run her hands over the two mens' nearly naked bodies. Barbara begins to feel herself being swept away by her passions.

Alex moves toward the trio making out beside him and taps Barbara on the shoulder. "You've only got fifteen seconds left, Barbara!"

She suddenly comes back to reality. "Fifty dollar bill, she asks?"

"Ten seconds," the emcee warns!

"Grant," shouts Barbara!

A bell rings and canned applause plays.

"Ulysses S. Grant is correct!"

Kyle and Patrick keep making out with Barbara, only slowing their amorous attentions for a few moments as the emcee continues.

"You've won $50,000!"

Without missing a beat, Alex continues. "You now move up to the $100,000 level. Are you ready?"

Barbara nods.

Suddenly, the studio is filled with loud dance music. Kyle and Patrick begin dancing and gyrating their bodies in time with the music. Patrick takes Barbara by the hand and pulls her closer. Kyle moves in and surrounds her. A minute later, Barbara and the two exotic dancers are engaged in a wild and sexy dirty dance. The music is so loud she can barely hear the next question.

"What is another name for Ursa Major?"

Barbara strains to hear the question over the loud music but it doesn't take long for her to think of the answer. "The Big Dipper," she shouts as she continues dirty dancing with Kyle and Patrick!

The canned audience applause can barely be heard over the loud music.

"Correct," shouts Alex! He quickly fires off the next question. "For $250,000, name the capital of Thailand."

The music continues and the dancing gets even hotter. Barbara's arms are wrapped about Kyle's shoulders as they begin to kiss. Patrick kneels down and removes her shoes. He, then, stands up, takes hold of her skimpy dress and begins to lift it up, over her head. Kyle grabs Barbara's wrists and forcefully holds her arms in the air. Patrick expertly pulls Barbara's dress free of her arms and lets it fall to the floor. A second later, the team of dancers begins removing her bra.



"Hey," shouts Barbara but the pair ignore her protests! Only a short time later, she feels a pair of warm hands slide around her rib cage from behind. They cradle her breasts, massaging them and gently rubbing her nipples. Her bra falls free, landing on top of her crumpled dress, now lying in a heap on the stage.

The emcee looks on and applauds Barbara' gorgeous body and large breasts. The dancing gets even hotter. Kyle and Patrick run their hands over her body. Barbara becomes aroused and begins dancing with the strippers, running her hands over their muscular bodies.

Kyle runs his fingers under the elastic waistband of Barbara's panties. Patrick begins to tease her by tugging at her undies. She giggles and squirms, trying to avoid the strippers' ever insistent advances.

The emcee steps over to the dancing trio. "Barbara, you've only got a short time to answer the question before your time runs out!"

The reality of the situation dawns on Barbara. She tries to remember the question. She knows it has something to do with geography. She was so distracted by Kyle and Patrick's dirty dancing that she didn't pay close attention. She racks her brain trying to remember. Suddenly, she feels her panties slide down over her hips.

"If you don't give me the answer before the guys steal your underwear, you'll forfeit the $250,000!"

Barbara feels a strong pair of hands slip between her thighs and firmly pull them apart. She looks down to see Kyle slipping her panties down her thighs toward her knees. Kyle kneels in front of her. He looks up at her with a mischievous smile. Her gaze is attracted to the manly bulge in Patrick's skin tight Speedo.

"The capital of Thailand is Bangkok," Barbara yells!

"That's correct," answers the emcee, "you've won $250,000!"

Barbara feels a surge of excitement at the thought of winning a quarter of a million dollars! She doesn't notice Patrick removing her panties until he grabs her by the ankles, lifting her feet one by one and, finally pulling them off, leaving her completely naked.

"I got the right answer," Barbara protests!

"Nobody said we were going to stop if you answered the question," replied Patrick as he twirled Barbara's panties on his finger.

"We ARE strippers," added Kyle, "show me where it says strippers can only take off their own clothes!"

Barbara feels angry and embarrassed. She was never self conscious about her body but nothing like this ever happened to her before. Now she is totally naked in front of a room full of strangers. Being on national television for all the world to see only adds insult to injury.

Kyle and Patrick take her by the hands and lead her up the steps to the center of the tiered stage. Alex Truco stands behind a large console-like lectern with some kind of computer display on the slanted desktop. Behind her, on the center of the stage is a large, cylindrical, metal chamber with a Plexiglas cover. Several cables run from the chamber to a large structure against the stage wall. It looks like some kind of generator or power source. Two ominous looking towers flank it on each side. Bolts of lighting occasionally flicker across the spherical electrodes at the top.

The excitement of being on television keeps her from paying close attention to her surroundings. Kyle and Patrick, the two handsome male strippers, are a pleasant distraction, as well. Barbara doesn't have time to think about what was going on around her until now. Standing naked in unfamiliar surroundings, her senses are heightened. She feels a sense of fear tinged with excitement. Knowing that she is now a quarter of a million dollars richer quiets her uneasiness about her nudity but she still feels keyed up, thinking about what will happen next.

"So, Barbara, how does it feel to be on the winning track," asks Alex?

"Great, Alex!"

"What's it like to be naked on national television?"

"I feel sexy," Barbara lied. "But it's a little bit chilly," she added.

"You look sexy!" Says Kyle as the two dancers cozy up to her on either side. She puts her arms around their waists and grabs two hands full of hot, beefcake ass.

"You can keep me warm any time," she said to Patrick.



Patrick smiles back at her and cozies up a little closer. She feels two strong hands gently roaming up and down her back.

"You are one hot number," whispers Kyle.

The emcee speaks to the camera, "Barbara, You've just won two hundred and fifty thousand dollars!"

A short musical fanfare plays, followed by the sound of canned applause.

Barbara smiles and does a little happy dance. Kyle and Patrick congratulate her with hugs and kisses.

"Barbara, you only have two more questions to answer and you'll win one million!"

"Are you ready to play the second round of our game?"

"I sure am!" smiles Barbara. There is a tinge of dread in her voice but the excitement of being on television and the prospect of going home with a million dollars overcomes her fears.

The emcee turns to the camera and says, "We'll be right back, after these commercial messages, when Barbara will step in to the 'Distract-O-Tron' chamber to compete for our one million dollar cash prize!"

Alex points to the ominous looking contraption at center stage. The camera zooms in on the Distract-O-Tron chamber then quickly pans over for a shot of Barbara's face. The camera fades out as the studio breaks for the commercial.

"We are out," shouts the stage director! "Take five for commercial."

A swarm of stagehands and crew members descends on the set, checking set pieces and checking the lights and sound equipment.

"I have to get into THAT," questions Barbara incredulously, pointing at the metal contraption behind her?

All the workers are so busy that they don't have time to recognize the beautiful, naked woman standing in the middle of the stage.

"Don't worry," says Patrick, "we'll be right next to you the whole time."

"It'll be fun," adds Kyle as he pats Barbara on the bare bum.

A wardrobe assistant appears on stage and slides a warm, terry cloth robe over Barbara's shoulders and hands her a cool drink.

"Just relax and don't worry," says Alex. "You're doing great, so far."

Barbara can practically feel his eyes roaming her body.

"The million dollars is practically yours!"

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It was barely a week ago when the television producer called her on the phone and invited Barbara to appear on the new game show, "Driven to Distraction." She had been surfing the internet when she stumbled on the show's web site. She read that the Game Show Network was launching a new series of adult game shows to appear on late at night cable T.V.. When she saw that the prize was a million dollars in cash, she entered her name and address in the comment box but didn't think anything would ever come of it.

Barbara received a reply by e-mail the very next day. She was asked to fill out an on-line application form and attach a full length photograph of herself. At first, she felt uncomfortable answering the probing questions about her past sexual activity and her relationship status but she shrugged them off as routine. She didn't mind the request to send a photo of herself wearing her bathing suit because she felt proud of her body. She worked hard to keep her figure and she didn't mind showing it off. Besides, she posted pictures of herself on Facebook all the time. This didn't seem to be an unreasonable request.

The show producers flew her to New York City, all expenses paid, and put her up in a first class hotel for three days. She spent a day sightseeing in New York at the producers' expense. She was even taken to and from the airport in a private limousine. Barbara loved all the lavish attention she was receiving. Everybody associated with the show seemed to go out of their way to make her feel special. Barbara had never been to the big city before. It was fun to be whisked away to New York. The prospect of winning so much money made everything seem even more exciting.

On the night before filming, Barbara was driven to a five star restaurant for dinner. The limo picked her up early the next morning and took her to the television studio. The producers met with her over breakfast.

"You DO understand that this is an ADULT game show," the producer asked carefully.

Barbara understood.

"Nudity and sex are part of the territory," the woman warned. Barbara agreed without giving a second thought but she never considered the idea that it was she who would end up naked.

The rules were explained to her and, when the formal contracts were signed, Barbara was taken to wardrobe.

Two female wardrobe assistants undressed her, took her clothes and sent her for a long, hot shower. When she returned, they made up her hair and face then took her to another room where they laid her on a padded table that looked like an upholstered version of something found in a doctor's office.

"Full body makeup," the assistant said as she ushered Barbara onto the table.

"Just lie down and relax," she said, "this will take about an hour.

The two women went to work, massaging lotion all over her naked body. Then, using soft puffs of fur, they dusted her all over with sheer powdered makeup. She giggled when they brushed the fur over her sensitive skin.

"Is that real fur?" Barbara asked. The women just nodded and smiled. "It feels good," Barbara said.

"Shh," admonished the woman!

Barbara laid back and closed her eyes. The two women each donned a pair of soft, fur mittens and went back to work, making sure that every inch of her body was liberally plied with fur. They seemed to take extra time rubbing the fur on her breasts. It felt a little strange, at first, to have two strange women touching her this way but it felt so good she didn't care. Her body soon began to relax and Barbara fell asleep.

Barbara didn't wake up from her nap until she felt something soft and furry tickling her between the legs. She struggled for a moment but the two women were insistent. They expertly massaged her pussy with the fur until she softly moaned on the verge of climax.

Suddenly the furring stopped. The two wardrobers took Barbara by the hands and pulled her up from the table.

"Aww," Barbara whined.

"It's time to get dressed for the show," one woman said. "Five minutes!" the other one added.

One woman knelt down by her feet and tapped her on the ankle. Barbara responded by lifting her foot off the floor. A pair of Spandex panties was slipped onto her leg. A second later, there came a tap on the other foot. The panties were pulled up to her waist and, with a pat on her ass, the woman adjusted them and smoothed them out.

Barbara was given a matching bra to wear. The assistants juggled her boobs as they helped her put it on. "Most girls wish they had tits like yours," said the woman. Barbara smiled with pride.

The other woman slipped a skimpy party dress over her head and began helping Barbara pull her arms through the shoulder straps.

A pair of black high heeled shoes were slipped on her feet and she was hurriedly ushered toward the stage. The two assistants stopped by the mirror near the entrance. Barbara took a second to toss her hair and look at herself in the mirror.

"Kind of slutty," remarked Barbara. "No, you look hot," one woman said.

Barbara was so distracted by the goings on backstage that she didn't notice that she was being summoned to the stage until the announcer called her name:

"Today, we welcome our first contestant, Barbara Allen, from Sogo City, Arizona!"

The sound technician hit a button on his console. Music and canned applause played from the speakers on stage.

"You're on! Go!" said the stage manager. One of the assistants patted her on the shoulder and urged her toward the stage.

"Knock 'em dead," shouted one of the assistants as Barbara jogged toward the stage!

Everything around her was such a blur of activity she hardly had time to figure out where she was. By the time she reached the stage, her mind simply went into auto pilot mode.

Little did Barbara realize that, in the next twelve minutes, she would meet two of the most handsome identical twin, male strippers she had ever laid eyes on, that she would be stripped naked on national television nor could she ever imagine that, for all the trouble, she would end up being a quarter of a million dollars richer! She could never even dream of what was about to happen to her inside that metal capsule that was waiting for her on the center of the stage.




Driven to Distraction



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"We're back in two!" shouts the director. The wardrobe assistant runs over to Barbara and takes her robe. She finishes the last of her drink and hands it to the assistant. Alex, Patrick and Kyle straighten themselves as the director counts down.

"Welcome back to Driven to Distraction!"

"Our contestant, Barbara Allen, from Sogo City, Arizona has already won a quarter million dollars and, now, it's time for her to face the Distract-O-Tron!"

Ominous music plays and stage lights flash on the large capsule that sits center stage.

Two strong men, Patrick and Kyle, take Barbara by the hands and escort her up the metal steps leading to her fate. "No!" she says but the men ignore her plea.

"Don't worry. We'll be right here," whispers Patrick so that the camera can't see his lips move.

Barbara realizes that there's nothing she can do but go where she is told.

"This will be fun," whispers Kyle. "Trust me. You won't regret it!"



With a haunting sense of trepidation, Barbara walks up the cold, steel steps to the Distract-O-Tron.

As she stands on the steps, looking into the machine, Alex presses a button on his computer console causing the Plexiglas cover to slide open. For the first time, Barbara can see clearly inside. The interior of the capsule is lined entirely in soft, brown fur.

"Is that fur?" she asks out loud!

"Yes, It's the softest fur in the world," answers the emcee!

"Go ahead. Get in," says Kyle, putting a hand on her waist, helping her step over the ledge, into the machine.

Patrick, standing on the other side, reaches across to hold her hand. He looks at her with a seductive smile as her foot touches down on the rich fur.

"Oh, my God," gasps Barbara as her foot sinks deep into the deep padding!



The camera zooms in for a close up of Barbara's expression. A look of pleasure is clearly visible on her face as her feet sink into the soft, furry interior of the capsule. She feels enticed by the fur, almost as if it is magnetically pulling her into the machine. The camera pulls back to get a wide shot of Barbara's naked body as she kneels down, into the machine. She leans forward and begins to brush her hands through the fur lining the inside of the capsule.



"So, what do you think, Barbara?" asks the emcee. Barbara doesn't respond. She is preoccupied with the fur all around her.

Alex speaks up. "Barbara! How do you like it?"

Kyle pats her on the shoulder to get her attention.

"Oh, yeah," she says, "this is nice! It's really soft," says Barbara with a wide eyed expression!

"Well, then, go ahead and lay down," says Alex with a smile on his face.

Barbara is only too eager to comply.

"It looks like you're getting turned on," says the emcee.

Barbara feels embarrassed but Kyle and Patrick reassure her.

"It's okay," whispers Patrick. "It's designed to turn you on."

"Go ahead! Tell them how you feel," reassures Kyle.

"I guess I am getting a little turned on, Alex" she answers.

"Lying naked in a bed of fur like that, I'd feel horny if I was you," joked the host. Kyle smiles and encourages her some more.

"Okay, I feel pretty horny," she admits. The sensation of the fur against her naked body causes her to remember her experience in the wardrobe room, only a short time ago. She closes her eyes and relaxes, recalling the pleasure she felt as the women's fur covered hands wandered over her bare skin.

Alex presses a button on his computer console, causing the Plexiglas cover of the capsule to close. The humming of the electric motor rouses Barbara from her state of relaxation. She opens her eyes just in time to see the cover slide shut. It takes a few seconds for her to realize that she is sealed inside. In a fit of panic, her hands press against the glass, searching for a way out of this trap. She quickly realizes that there is no way out.

Alex speaks quickly, before Barbara has a chance to come to her senses. "For five hundred thousand dollars, you have two minutes to name the continents of the world."

From her vantage point inside the capsule, Barbara can't see Patrick moving toward the foot of the machine, placing his hand on one of the three large hand wheels.

Realizing that she's been had, Barbara quickly tries to clear her mind and answer the question. After a brief pause, she begins, "North America, South America, Europe..."

Patrick turns the wheel, opening a valve. Barbara hears a rushing sound coming from somewhere near her feet. A cloud of freezing cold gas floods the compartment. Barbara lets out a blood curdling scream. The sensation of a thousand icy needles pierces her skin. She pounds against the sides of the compartment with her fists. The deep padding absorbs her blows with a dull thud. She frantically claws at the glass. She can see Patrick and Kyle grinning with amusement through the glass.

"You bastards!" she shouts. "You tricked me!" "Let me out of here!"



Alex Truco chimes in, "Barbara, you've only got one minute left to answer the question or lose half a million dollars!"

"North and South America," she repeats. Her body shivers uncontrollably from the freezing cold. Barbara continues, "Europe. Asia." She feels the goosebumps raising on her skin as she rubs herself in a futile attempt to warm herself. Her nipples stand at attention, as hard as rocks.

"A-A-Australia and Af-Africia," she stammers through trembling lips.

"Thirty seconds," says the emcee!

"It's freezing in here," complains Barbara!

The emcee repeats Barbara's answer so far, "North America, South America, Europe, Asia, Australia, Africa."

"You've got fifteen seconds to complete the list," he adds.

Geography used to be Barbara's favorite subject in grade school. Now, she racks her brain to come up with the last answer. She feels embarrassed, not being able to answer such a simple question.

"C-C-Cold!" stammers Barbara.

"Ten seconds!"

"North America, South America, Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia and ANTARCTICA!" she shouts triumphantly.

Bells ring. Music and applause are piped into the studio, once again.

"You win five hundred thousand dollars!"

"That's great," Barbara says sarcastically. "Now, would you turn off this Arctic air?"

With a nod from the emcee, Patrick closes the first valve, stopping the cold gas, then, after a moment, he opens a second valve. Warm air begins to flow into the capsule.

"Warm! That's better," Barbara sighs with relief.

"Take a minute to warm up and relax, Barbara," says the emcee. Turning toward the camera, he adds, "And, we'll be right back to see our contestant face the Distract-O-Tron in her final bid to win our one million dollar prize, right after this break!

The camera fades out. "We're out!" shouts the director. "Five minutes!"

The technicians descend upon the stage once again. At the press of a button on the console, the cover of the capsule slides open. Patrick and Kyle take Barbara by the hands and help her sit up in her furry bed.

"Nobody told me you guys were going to try to freeze my ass off," she shouts!

"It's supposed to be a surprise," laughed Patrick. "It wouldn't be any fun if we told you," said Kyle.

"Don't be so upset," said Alex, "you're already half a million dollars richer." "Answer one more question and you'll go home a millionaire," he added.

The two makeup assistants walk over to Barbara still sitting in the capsule. They begin to touch up her body makeup. She tries to stand up and get out of the machine.

"No, no!" says the woman. "Lay down. We've only got a couple of minutes till the break's over."

They push her back down, into the fur bed and don their fur mittens. They gently brush her body with fur. In a short time, Barbara's body begins to relax. She closes her eyes and smiles with enjoyment as the women begin to massage her breasts.

"One minute!" shouts the director.

The stagehands exit the stage. The makeup assistants give Barbara one last gentle stroke of fur across the breasts then withdraw to the wings. Patrick and Kyle take their places next to Barbara.

"You okay," asks Kyle? "Uh, huh," nods Barbara, still recalling the sensations of her fur massage.



The director counts down to the last segment. The camera fades in.

"We're back," says Alex! "Our contestant, Barbara Allen from Sogo City has had some time to relax and, now, she is about to face her final challenge in the Distract-O-Tron. If she can answer our final question, she'll win our million dollar prize!"

"Are you ready to go, Barbara?"

The camera scans over her naked body, lying in the furry chamber then zooms in on her face for a closeup. She nods and quietly says, "Ready."

Kyle and Patrick turn to the emcee and give him the thumbs-up signal.

After a moment's pause, Alex presses a button on the computer console. Barbara cries out in surprise and terror. She tries to sit up and escape the chamber. "What is this thing," she screams?

"Something wrong, Barbara," says the host with a sly expression?

"The fur! It's moving," shouts Barbara!

He feigns ignorance and pushes another button on the console.

"Holy shit!" Barbara shouts. "The fur is moving!"



The sound of electrical power surges from the generator behind the machine as lightning bolts crack loudly from the tops of the two towers of electrical coils on either side of the stage. Electric motors whir and the pulsating sounds of pneumatic pistons emanate from deep inside the cylindrical capsule. The fur bedding begins to seethe and boil all around Barbara's body. She struggles to get out of the machine but something beneath the fur grabs her by the ankles and holds on tight. Barbara is trapped inside the Distract-O-Tron!

"Help," Barbara pleads. "Help me get out of here!"

"You seem to be a little distracted, Barbara," laughs Alex Truco as he manipulates the computer that controls the machine. Kyle and Patrick stand silent, looking on with knowing smiles.

"You tricked me," Barbara hisses at the two men! They smile and nod as they watch the furry bed come to life and swallow her up.

"Why aren't you helping me," she begs?

Patrick laughs, "In a minute this fur is going to start making you feel really good."

"Yeah! After that," adds Kyle, "you'll be begging us NOT to stop!"

"What do you mean," questions Barbara?

"You're about to find out," answers Patrick.

Patrick looks over toward Alex at the console and gives a signal. The machine moves into action at the host's command. The fur swells up around Barbara's body and starts to wrap around her waist.

"This thing is trying to eat me," exclaims Barbara!

"Go ahead! Let it," says Kyle!

Barbara struggles and squirms to evade the waves of fur that methodically draw her down into their seemingly endless depths but she is no match for the machine. It's mechanical strength and artificial intelligence computer systems steadily work her over, melting her resolve in only a few minutes. Her sharp, fighting movements dissolve into a slow sultry dance as her body gradually begins to disappear beneath the swirling folds of fur. Her fearful cries for help transform into soft sighs of pleasure and the strained expression on her face turns to a look of sheer pleasure.

The robotic camera swings in on an overhead boom to get a better view as Barbara's resolve crumbles.



"Barbara, how do you feel," asks the host?

"Oh, my God," Barbara moans!

"It's time for your decision," says the emcee. "Do you want to quit, now, and go home with five hundred thousand dollars or do you want to risk it all and try for a million?"

"No, no," said Barbara, "don't stop! Don't stop!"

All three men laughed in unison. "Just a minute ago," joked Kyle, "you wanted us to stop."

"You were right," she gasps, "it's good!"

Alex interrupts, "Are you ready for the final question, Barbara?"

"Ready," she says with a sigh.

"Here we go," replies the emcee as he throws the switch! The generator surges and lighting crackles from the tops of the towers. Motors whir louder and pistons pulse faster as the machine goes into high gear. Something grabs Barbara by the wrists, pulls her arms up and secures them helplessly over her head.

Barbara shrieks with pleasure as the Distracto-O-Tron takes control. Fur slithers over her body, engulfing her chest, bathing her breasts in softness. The artificial intelligence system that controls the machine has been recording her responses to its actions. It targets its attacks on the most sensitive parts of her body, manipulating her mind into complete submission. Barbara can only think about the sensations she feels as the fur squeezes and massages her tits, sliding gently over her smooth skin, teasing and tickling her rock hard nipples. The more she relinquishes command of her body, the more pleasure she receives until, finally, Barbara becomes a willing prisoner of the machine.



Kyle looks toward the host with a wink and a nod, signaling that the contestant is completely enraptured by the furry Distract-O-Tron.

In a dramatic voice, Alex asks the final question, "Barbara Allen of Sogo City Arizona, for ONE MILLION DOLLARS, can you name the Seven Dwarves from the Walt Disney movie, 'Snow White?'"

Barbara doesn't hear the question at first. She is preoccupied with the fur pleasuring her body. Alex realizes that she didn't hear the question. He presses a button on his console, sending a series of small electric shocks through Barbara's body.

"Ouch," she yells, momentarily jolted back to reality!

"Barbara, you seem to be a bit distracted," he teases.

Barbara strains to focus her attention on the question. She seems somewhat annoyed to be drawn away from her enjoyment of the fur.

"Repeat the question, Alex," she asks.

"Name the Seven Dwarves," he answers. "There is one million dollars riding on this question, Barbara!" "You've only got three minutes," he warns!

"Oh, that's easy," replies Barbara as she begins rattling off names. "Dopey, Happy, Sleepy..."

At Alex's command, the machine increases its assault on Barbara's senses. It grasps her by the knees, forcefully pulling her legs apart. She knows what the machine is about to do to her.



"Grumpy and Sneezy," she says as she offers her crotch to the fur. The machine seems eager to oblige. It teases its way down her torso, slowly brushing its way along her body until it tickles her inner thighs.

"Oh, yeah," she moans as the fur begins to lap at her pussy.

"I'm gonna' come," she blurts out between strained breaths!

"Come all you want, Barbara," the emcee replies, "but you've got less than two minutes left to complete your answer," he warns!

Kyle and Patrick, the two male dancers, begin cheering her on.

"Go ahead," says Patrick! "Let the fur fuck you!"

"It feels good, doesn't it," prods Kyle? "Just relax and let it make you come!"

"Who needs the million dollars when you feel this good," adds Kyle?

"Bashful," groans Barbara as the first wave of powerful orgasm washes over her body.

She closes her eyes and swoons as the tension drains out of her muscles. She feels herself sinking deeper into the fur as it overtakes her and begins to engulf her entire body. A large, artificial phallus rises from the machine below her and presses against her labia.

"Yes! Fuck me," screams Barbara as the dildo slides inside her! She screams out with pleasure as the computer controlled machine fucks her at a furious pace. Involuntary groans emanate from deep inside her as an endless series of mind-blowing orgasms race through her body. She is torn between pleasure and reality. Her body, hungry for pleasure, begs her mind to consign to the surreal depths of fur that beckon her. Her mind struggles for control, trying to remember the name of the last Dwarf. She knows the name. It is on the tip of her tongue but she can barely catch her breath between orgasms, let alone speak.

Just when Barbara thinks she is at the height of pleasure, the machine gives her one more surprise. She hears a loud humming sound under the fur. It's coming from between her legs. Something furry wiggles in between her labia and snuggles up to her clit. It only takes a few seconds to home in on her but it seems like an eternity to Barbara. Then, without warning, the fur begins to vibrate and send her into a screaming fit of pleasure.

"Oh," Barbara moans as the furry vibrator launches her into a state of continuous orgasmic bliss! Kyle and Patrick keep egging her on, imploring her to forget about the money and just give in to her desires. "You know this is what you want," they whisper.

"If I could only say the name," she rationalizes to herself, "then I can have all the fun I want."

"I've just got to hold on for a few seconds longer," she thinks!

Barbara closes her eyes and tries to concentrate but she knows she is at the mercy of the machine.



She tries to force the word to come out of her lips but her vision begins to dim and the strength drains out of her body.

"D-D-D..." she stammers with her last breath before she fades into unconscious bliss.

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"Barbara," says the blurry form standing over her in the dimly lit room. "Barbara, are you awake?"

"What," Barbara says in a groggy voice? "Where am I?"

Barbara looks around the room, trying to get her bearings as she comes to. She tries to sit up but the woman gently urges her to lie back down then pulls up a soft, fur blanket to cover Barbara's still naked body.

"You're in the studio nurse's office," says the nurse, "You're all right. You just passed out, that's all."

The nurse quickly shines a penlight into her eyes and checks her pulse. She turns to the producer standing behind her. "She'll be all right," reports the nurse. "She just needs to rest."

The man nods in understanding then turns to exit the room. The murmuring of familiar voices carries into the room through the open doorway. A moment later, the host, Alex Truco, enters the room followed by the two male strippers, Kyle and Patrick.

"You can only stay a few minutes," admonishes the nurse, "she's exhausted and she needs to rest."

"How are you," asks Alex?

"I'm all right," answers Barbara, "but I feel a little shaky."

"Your system is still flooded with adrenaline," says the nurse. "You'll feel better in a little while."

"Well, I've got some news that will make you feel better," says Alex.

He motions toward Kyle, standing beside him. Kyle steps forward and places a large brief case on the bed beside Barbara. A smile shows on his face as he snaps open the locks. He swings open the lid and reveals a case packed full of one hundred dollar bills!




Driven to Distraction



"What's this," she asks?

"It's your million dollars," replies Alex.

"I didn't answer the question, did I?"

"Yes, you did. You said, 'Doc,' right before you passed out. Don't you remember?"

"No, the last thing I remember was something furry eating my pussy and it was making me come over and over again and it wouldn't let me stop."

"Temporary amnesia," says the nurse. "It'll pass in a few hours."

"Then, you don't remember what happened," asks Patrick?

"No, what do you mean?"

"You don't remember the machine breaking down?"

"It did?"

"Yeah, you burned out the power cables and blew all its fuses," jokes Kyle.

"The engineers are repairing it right now," says Patrick, "but it won't be ready until tomorrow."

Barbara sits up in bed and thumbs through the stacks of money in the case.

"Yup! It's all yours," says Alex. He holds out his arm for a congratulatory handshake. Kyle and Patrick each give her a hug and a kiss.

"I've got something to ask you," interrupts Alex. "I was talking to the producer, outside, in the hallway and he wants us to reshoot the last segment."

"You want me to get back in that machine?"

"I hope you don't mind."