3 comments/ 22062 views/ 0 favorites Attached By: MirageLM The subject of the e-mail message was "Feedback from Literotica." Jack opened the message and read her comments…"I live in the Atlanta area and like you, am attached. I read 'State Park' and found it to be very exciting. You really had me squirming in my chair. I have often fantasized about similar situations." When Jack looked for the address of the writer, all he saw was "Anonymous." "Damn," he thought, "It's almost as if she wants to act out something like the park story. Too bad she didn't leave an address. We might have been able to get together and let her experience her fantasy" This seemed to happen quite often. Jack had posted several rather edgy stories on Literotica. Some involving strong BDSM, others less intense, but almost all depicting women being seduced, coerced or forced into sexual submission of one type or another. Invariably, each new posting brought two or three feedback e-mails, the majority from women. Some contained negative comments, but most were positive. Some writers used their personal e-mail and when they did, Jack almost always responded, thanking them for their comments. What Jack noticed however, is that those who seemed the most needy, the most turned on, almost always responded anonymously, and this most recent e-mail was no different. What made this message different was that the writer was no more than 30 miles away. If she had left an address, Jack most certainly would have contacted her and attempted to seduce her. "Ah, well," Jack sighed with a chuckle as he clicked the "DELETE" icon and discarded the message, "She doesn't know what she's missing." Jack went about his business that day, but time and again the anonymous message kept popping into his head. Although brief, the contents of the message implied that the writer seemed to almost be aching for some form of sexual adventure. Jack couldn't get her, and the frustration of missed opportunity, out of his head. Two weeks later he was still thinking about "her" and one evening, in hopes of getting her to write him again, this time using her real e-mail address, he sat down and began to put his thoughts and fantasies into words. ****** He opened the e-mail message entitled "Feedback from Literotica" and began to read. "Hi," It began. "I don't know if you will remember me, but a few days ago I wrote an anonymous feedback message about your "State Park" story. I have re-read the story almost daily and it never fails to make me squirm in my chair. I have tried, but cannot get past this. Would you mind telling me if the story is true? The message was signed, "Anne." Jack couldn't believe his eyes. This was the woman in Atlanta who had written an anonymous message earlier. He thought she sounded more than just a little turned on by his story, but with her message being anonymous he had no way to contact her and see if she was interested in a "first hand" experience. Now if seemed that she had decided to initiate a more personal level of contact with him. Jack responded immediately and after a couple of false starts he and Anne were corresponding daily. They found that their circumstances were quite similar. Both were "attached" yet both had sex lives that left much to be desired. Both were interested in "edgy" sex. Mild BDSM was intriguing, but neither enjoyed extreme pain. Both found the process of seduction intriguing and challenging and both were attracted to the idea of sexual play in public. They exchanged photos and their correspondence became more graphic and needy with each passing day. Finally, one Friday morning Jack wrote, "It's time that we met. I know you have the day off on Tuesday, so I have made plans for us. You are to meet me at Northpoint Mall at 10:00AM. I expect you to wear heels, thigh-high stockings, panties, a short skirt, and a blouse. You may not wear a bra. Because it will probably be cool, you should bring a lightweight wrap. I will be waiting for you on the bench directly outside the main entrance to Victoria's Secret. You have my photo so just look for me." "Because I want you to think about the possibilities, we will not write any more after this message. That will give you four days to think about what might be planned for you. I do need to know that you will be there, so simply reply with the word "Okay" if you agree to meet and I'll see you on Tuesday." Anne's heart began to pound as she read Jack's message. She had known all along that they were headed in this direction and her immediate response was a combination of apprehension and extreme sexual excitement. Her hands shaking, she closed Jack's message, stood up and paced around the room. This was what she had both feared and wanted when she sent the feedback to Jack. Reason told her to delete the message and never contact him again, but the throbbing between her legs and the tightness in her nipples told her what she really wanted. With shaking hands she sat back down at the keyboard, re-opened his message, hit "REPLY," typed "Okay," and taking a deep breath, hit "SEND." The next few days for both were filled with sleepless nights and days filled with distracting daydreams. More than once Anne sat down to write and cancel their meeting, but each time she deleted the message before she sent it. She awoke early on Tuesday morning and after waiting for her house to empty began to get ready. Showering was a maddening process, the stinging needles of hot water only served to increase her sexual excitement as they raised her nipples to erect flinty points. Her soapy hands lingered on them as she bathed and more than once she shook her head to clear it of thoughts of what was to come. Shaving her legs, particularly her inner thighs was equally frustrating. Her throbbing clit was peeping out from between the puffy lips of her pussy and she so needed to masturbate, yet she knew that she didn't have time to spare if she was going to meet Jack at the appointed time. Finally, she shut off the water, toweled herself dry, ignoring the fact that rubbing the rough towel across her nipples made her knees buckle in sexual need. After drying her hair and applying light make-up she carefully pulled on the black thigh-high stockings she had bought over the weekend. After she had pulled on a black silk thong, her hand lingered over her lingerie drawer, lightly fingering a black bra. She was extremely apprehensive about going without a bra. Her nipples tended to erect themselves at the slightest provocation and often became very visible even inside a bra. In the end however Jack's words to her regarding not wearing a bra overcame her concerns. Her trepidation was overcome with sexual excitement and she closed the drawer. Quickly, she walked to her closet and pulled on a black skirt that hit just above the knee, a dark gray blouse and stepped into her high heels. She then walked to her dressing mirror and stared as she turned first one way then the other. The heels and stockings accentuated the shape of her legs, and other than the nubs of her erect nipples protruding under the fabric of her blouse, there was no indication that she was, for all intents and purposes, prepared for a sexual adventure. Satisfied with her appearance, she remembered his statement regarding a wrap and she pulled a lightweight, knee-length coat from its hanger and walked quickly to her car. She quickly drove to the mall and draping the coat over her arm, walked toward their appointed meeting place. She had been in Northpoint Mall several times and was quite familiar with its layout. As she walked toward the location of Victoria's Secret her knees felt weak and her nipples throbbed. Each step in the high heels caused her unfettered breasts to sway inside the blouse. At the same time, the fabric of the blouse rubbing her nipples caused them to further erect themselves. By the time she stepped off the escalator, and turned down the walkway that ran in front of Victoria's Secret, her heart was racing and her hands shaking. Jack saw Anne before she saw him and stood to greet her. His smile was warm and his eyes appreciative as he took in the sight of her high heels, silk encased legs, short skirt and of course, her now fully erect nipples. She blushed and dropped her eyes when she recognized where his eyes had finally rested, cursing herself for not wearing a bra. They walked to the food court where he purchased coffee for both of them. As they talked she began to relax and soon she was smiling and laughing at his jokes and running commentary on others walking through the mall. Suddenly, she felt his hand rest on her knee and her eyes widened in surprise as his fingers softly stroked the silk encased surface of her knee. "Um," she cleared her throat, not knowing exactly what was happening. "S-h-h-h!" he shushed her as his warm fingers lightly moved further up her thigh. "B-but people…." She stammered, her heart racing at the knowledge that he was caressing her in full view of others. "I know," he smiled, "Just relax and enjoy it." And his hand moved further up under her skirt, skimming the lace tops of her stockings and lightly brushing the bare skin above them. "S-s-s-s-s! Oh, n-no!" she whispered, fighting the need to close her eyes and submit to the sensation. He shifted in his chair, thus blocking others view, rotated his hand and moved it forward until it cupped her silk covered pussy. "Wha-a-a-?" she moaned as she felt his middle finger stroke back and forth, separating her now slick pussy lips and pressing the silk between them until her clit was being rasped by the wet, slick material." Her breathing began to quicken and before she was fully aware she began to lift her hips in search of her orgasm. But just as quickly as he had begun, he slowed his stroking and gradually withdrew his hand. "N-n-n-n-g-g-g! P-please d-don't stop!" she whispered, surprising herself with her willingness to continue even with the possibility of discovery. "We have to for now." He said with a shrug, "But don't worry. I have plans for you." "P-plans?" She questioned. "Yep." He stood stretching and grinning as she gasped in recognition of his erection now visible inside his jeans. "C'mon, lets' walk." She stood on still shaking legs and took his arm as they walked down the mall. There was little traffic in the mall and they laughed and talked as the walked. Finally, he steered her into a department store and before she knew it they were off in a remote corner of the store looking at women's clothing. "I want you to do something for me," he said as he fingered a blouse. "What's that?" she answered. "Give me your panties," he said with a grin. "G-give…W-what?…Are you kidding?" she stammered, staring wide-eyed at him. "Nope," he said looking directly into her eyes. "B-but why?" she questioned, already knowing the answer. "Well," he said with a shrug, "When we were in the food court I couldn't get my finger on your clit or in your pussy. So I need for you to take your panties off." "But w-why h-here? Why n-now?" she stammered, fearing his response. "Because," he shrugged, "I want to see you squirm…Right her, right now." "I c-can't" she stammered, "Dropping her gaze from his face." "Sure you can," he responded, "And you will." His tone unmistakable. She raised her eyes and when her gaze met his she knew she was lost. Although she feared discovery, feared the things he might make her do, feared what she might discover about herself, she knew that she would submit to whatever he wanted. "O-okay," she whispered. Looking left and right she lifted the hem of her skirt and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the thong. She bent slightly to pull the slip of silk over her thighs and let it fall to the floor. Stepping out of the circle of silk around her ankles, she bent, picked up the thong, stood and handed it to Jack with trembling hands. "Thanks you," he said with a smile as he stuffed the thong into his jacket pocket and returned to looking at clothing. As they strolled among the closely arranged displays, he casually reached under the hem of her skirt and began to stroke the round surface of her ass. She looked about in a panic, her eyes pleading with him, but he only proceeded to lead her into another isolated area. Even as she feared discovery, she began to pant in abject need. Again they stopped behind a display table and this time he put his foot between her legs and lightly pushed her ankles apart. "Spread 'em" he growled good-naturedly as he ran his hand under her skirt from behind. ""O-ho, n-no!" she gasped as she felt his hand first cup then spread the now slick lips of her pussy. "N-n-n-g-g-g-g-g! Oh w-a-a-h!" she gasped as his middle finger rasped across the fully erect nub of her clit causing her hips to jut back the buck in a fucking motion. She bent and grasped the edge of a display table, straightening her legs and cocking her hips so as to exposed her now dripping pussy to his fingers. He stroked her clit until he felt her begin to tremble, then in one thrust slipped two fingers into the hot, slick opening of her pussy." "Y-e-e-e-c-c-h!" she gritted biting her fist to keep from making so much noise that she drew attention to herself. But again, just as she was on the verge of orgasm, he slowed his stroking, then withdrew his hand from between her legs. "Oh, n-no p-please!" she gasped, "P-please let me cum!" "I don't think your ready" he laughed, his passion-lit eyes burning into hers. Then before she could say anything else he said, "Here, hold out your hands." "W-why?" she gasped, trying to regain her composure. "You'll see" he grinned as he took her coat and laid it on the display table, "Hold 'em out." Looking about nervously, she held her trembling hands out and before she could react, he had slipped a pair of handcuffs over her wrist. "W-wha…?" She gasped in shock as she felt the locks click into place. "Don't worry," he grinned, "It just makes it easier for me to control you. Not to mention I know you won't be running off, since I have the key in my pocket." "B-but p-people will see!" she whispered, looking about. "Ah," he laughed, "That's where your coat comes in handy." At that he draped her coat over her wrists, covering the cuffs in doing so. Then once again his hand was under her skirt, this time from the front, again stroking her clit, then thrusting into her now fully sensitized pussy. Again, she tried to resist, only to give in immediately. And again he took her to the edge, had her thrusting desperately onto his hand, riding the invading digit of his finger, only to have him stop just before she reached her orgasm. This time he turned, took her arm and led her from the store. She was almost sobbing with sexual frustration. "W-where are we going?" she gasped. Made somewhat clumsy with her hands cuffed in front of her, each jolting step caused her breasts to bounce, further stimulating her fully engorged nipples. Each step caused her bare pussy lips to rub together, capturing her throbbing clit between their slick edges and making her knees wobble with need. "Not far," he grinned as he noticed the erect nubs of her nipples protruding under her blouse. They walked to the elevator in the center of the mall. He pressed the button and they stepped on when the car arrived. They were alone and as the car began to move, he reached and began opening the buttons of her blouse. "Oh, n-no! P-please, people can see!" she cried in panic. "Hush!" he laughed, "Your back is to the glass." As he pulled her blouse open her breasts were exposed to the cool air, causing her aureola to contract around the erect points of her nipples.. Without hesitating, he grasped her shoulders, bent and sucked her left nipple into the heat of his mouth. "N-e-e-o-o-o! Ah god!" she cried in panic. Then her panic was overcome with lust and she grunted "Ah y-yes, p-please suck them!" His mouth moved back and forth between her breasts, teeth rasping across the tender erect nubs of her nipples until she was gasping in passion. Then just before the car stopped he lifted his mouth from her nipples and let her blouse fall closed. She could barely walk when as they stepped from the elevator and once they were clear of shoppers, she turned to him with pleading eyes and asked, "How long are you going to torture me like this?" His response was simple…"Until you can't stand it any longer." Looking up, Jack was stunned to see that he had been writing for over two hours. "Well," he thought, "This should do for Part 1. I'll post it on Literotica and see if she responds." Ten minutes later he clicked the "SUBMIT" button on Literotica and muttered, "C'mon baby, I know you want to go there. Just write me!" Attached Ch. 2 NOTE: To refresh the reader's memory, the author is writing this fantasy in an attempt to persuade a female reader who provided anonymous feedback on another of his stories to contact him. This is a continuation of his efforts. Those not familiar with Anne's predicament may wish to read the first installment of "Attached" before reading this installment. Also, a sincere "Thank you!" to the lady (You know who you are!) who read the first installment and, at my request, made suggestions for this one. Enjoy! * * * * * Anne's mind was filled with conflicting emotions as she and Jack walked through the mall The image she projected to her friends and family was one of a conservative, perhaps naive woman who would never think of, never mind become involved in, a control-based sexual relationship with a virtual stranger. On the other hand, she had a "secret" fantasy life that involved not only submitting to a stranger, but also doing so in risky public settings. Now here she was with a man she barely knew, a man who had managed to somehow delve into her deepest darkest sexual secrets and draw on her intense need to be controlled and exploited sexually. What was most confusing to Anne was the fact that while she absolutely went rigid with panic anytime Jack commanded her to expose herself or anytime he chose to physically "handle" her, her sexual responses were the most intense she had ever experienced. And now he had told her that he had "plans" for her...And she marveled at the combination of extreme fear and raw sexual excitement that promise held for her. She bit her lip as she felt her nipples tighten and her pussy grow slick at the thought of what might happen next. She didn't have long to wait. Jack continued to hold her by the arm as he guided her into a Rich's Department Store. They walked directly to the women's wear section where he picked up a sweater. "Take this into the dressing room and...." Jack said "But it isn't my size..." she protested. "Hush!" he admonished, "You aren't going to try it on. You're just going to use the room for a minute." "To do what?" she questioned, already fearing his response. "Go into the dressing room, remove your skirt and blouse, put your coat on, and button it. Then bring your clothing to me" he said. "What? You must be kidding!" she hissed as she looked about to insure no one was listening. "Hardly," he grinned. "T-there's no way I'm..." she blurted. Grabbing the links of chain between the handcuff, he pulled her close and slid his hand inside the unbuttoned front of her blouse. Her knees buckled as his thumb and forefinger found and then pinched the erect nipple of her right breast. "Unh! O-oh p-please!" she whispered. "Now listen," he hissed threateningly as he increased the pressure on her now throbbing nipple, "You agreed to this little arrangement before we started. If you didn't want this, you wouldn't have met me here. You are in handcuffs and I have the key. Now get your hot little ass in that dressing room and do as I say, or I'll rip this blouse right off of you and leave you here, handcuffs and all to deal with the consequences. Do you understand?" "Y-yes," she stammered, stunned at the possibility of being exposed and left alone, "I-I'm sorry." "Don't apologize," he grinned, his surly demeanor disappearing just as quickly as it appeared, "Just get in there and do as I say." Nodding, she reached her cuffed hands to take the sweater and turned to walk toward the dressing rooms. "Anne," he called quietly. "Yes?" she responded as she turned to face him. He walked to her and reaching under the cost draped over the handcuffs, released the cuffs. Then grinning he said, "How did you plan to get naked with these on?" She blushed and smiled, shrugging her shoulders in response and again turned and walked into the dressing room. She quickly stripped off her blouse and skirt and turned to face the full-length mirror in the small room. She was stunned to see the raw sexuality in her reflection. Her silk encased legs in too high heels supported her bare hips and belly over which rested her breasts, nipples upturned and rigid in sexual excitement and need. After only a second she shook her head as if to clear it, pulled the lightweight coat on and buttoned it. Turing in front of the mirror, she could easily see a third of her cleavage at the top of the opening of the coat. Being a lightweight coat, it didn't button much above the level of her nipples. Even more disconcerting, she could see the tops of her stockings come into view with every movement she made. She knew that if she wasn't very careful, any movement would reveal more than she wanted to even the most casual observer. Despite these concerns, she was equally conscious of her pulse pounding both in her nipples and her clit as the possibility of such exposure only served to bring her to a sexual pitch once again. "Well," she thought, "At least my nipples don't show through this coat like they do the blouse." She gathered her skirt and blouse, folding it into a small bundle, picked up the sweater and walked out of the dressing room. Jack was standing where she left him but was now holding a store bag that clearly contained something. She handed the sweater to him and he put it in its place on the display table, then he turned and held the bag open indicating that she should drop her clothing in the bag. She quickly did so, wondering briefly if she was being observed and if so, if store security thought she was shoplifting. Without speaking, Jack took her arm and led her out of the store. She breathed a small sigh of relief when they cleared the entrance of the store without being accosted. As they walked, she furtively glanced at her image in the store windows they passed and was shocked to see that with every step, the lace tops of her stockings showed from under the hem of her short coat. Equally, disturbing, yet also exciting was the very obvious sensation of being nude under the coat. Her breasts, freer than when she had her blouse on, swayed with each step, her erect nipple rubbing the lining of the coat until they ached with the need to be stimulated even more. At the same time, each step brought a wisp of cool air under the coat and between her legs, serving as a constant reminder of the fact that her pussy was bare. After walking only a short distance, Jack motioned her into the entranceway of a defunct store. "Holding out you hands," he said, reaching into his pocket and once again producing the handcuffs. "Oh!" she gasped, "B-but p-people will see!" "Relax," he said with a smile and before she knew it the cuffs clicked into place and once again her hands were restrained. Reaching into the bag, he produced a small shoulder wrap that she accurately assumed, he had purchased while she was in the dressing room. He folded it neatly and draped it over her wrists. "Now," he grinned, "No one will be the wiser!" "I still don't see why I have to wear these," she grumbled as they strolled down the mall, "It's not like I can go anywhere....I'm practically nude!" "Well," he grinned at her, "It doesn't hurt to have a little insurance. Oh, look! Let's go in here." Anne followed his lead and they stepped into what she recognized as a very pricey women's apparel shop. She had wandered into it once before and knew that although she found the clothing and shoes the store offered to be attractive, almost all of it was too risqué for the image she projected in her "real" life...Not to mention far too expensive for her pocketbook. "Why are we in here?" she questioned as they walked toward the back of the store. "Oh," he said casually, "I thought we might let you try on some shoes." "Shoes?" she questioned, "Why try on shoes?" "You ask too many questions," he said as grinned at her, "its all part of my plans for you." Immediately, caution bells began sounding in Anne' head. "W-what do you mean?" she asked, her heart pounding as she looked about. "Just have a seat," he said, motioning to a line of four chairs in the shoe section of the store. Just as she sat down a clerk, a young man in his mid-twenties, approached. "May I help you folks?" he asked smiling first at Jack then at Anne. His eyes ran over Anne in an appreciative manner, then widened as they reached the hem of her coat and focused on the lace top of her stocking above which appeared the smooth, milky white skin of her thigh. Anne blushed at the realization of how exposed she was, and then gave a mental gasp as she realized what the young man would see when he sat to fit her with shoes. Her head jerked in Jack's direction but he did not return he gaze. "Yes," Jack replied, "We'd like to see a pair of red patent leather heels like those over there." Nodding in the direction of a pair of stiletto heels on a display shelf. "Sure!" the clerk said, eyes widening as he realized the possibilities that lay ahead of him, "What size?" "You'd better measure just to be sure," Jack said before Anne could open her mouth to respond. Anne, mouth dry and heart pounding, knew what was coming. As the clerk scurried off in search of a scale with which to size her feet, she turned to Jack. "P-please don't make me..." she pleaded. "You know you want him to see you," Jack said without looking in her direction. "N-no, I r-really d-don't...P-please don't," she begged. But before she could say anymore Jack had placed his hand on her knee and had begun to lightly stroke the inside of her silk encased thigh with his fingers. The effect was immediate. Her clit began to tingle as he stroked the bare skin above her stocking top and before she could shake off the sensation, her nipples began to throb with need. She shook her head to clear it only to see that the clerk was quickly walking back in their direction. "Sorry for the delay..." he said with a grin, only to pause when he saw Jack's hand stroking Anne's thigh, "Ah, o-okay, let's see about your size." Anne blushed furiously as he sat on the low stool in front of her, lifted her foot and removed her shoe. Just as he bent to place her foot on the scale, Jack's grip on Anne's thigh tightened and he firmly pulled her knee toward him, spreading her legs in the process. Anne's involuntary gasp of surprise caused the clerk to look up...And right into the vision of her stocking encased thighs between which lay her bare pussy. Anne's body was a mess of conflicting signals...Every ounce of good judgment she had was in absolute panic at what she was allowing Jack to do to her. Yet at the same time, her nipples were tight and erect and her clit was throbbing, having erected itself until it was again peeping between the slick lips of her pussy. She could only close her eyes and hope that this humiliation would soon end. "Ah, um, let's see," the clerk stammered as he pretended to have trouble getting an accurate reading of her shoe size, yet all the while staring at the pink slit of her wet and now fully exposed pussy. "Got it?" Jack asked as he continued to stroke Anne's inner thigh. "Ah yeah, just a minute," the clerk replied as he took one last look, "Yeah, a 6. Hold on, I'll be right back!" As he stood Anne couldn't help but see the tent his erection made in the front of his slacks. "P-please," she stammered, "Lets get out of here before he gets back!" "What?" Jack grinned, "And spoil his fun? No way!" "Please Jack!" she begged, "I really w-want to g-go." "Oops!" Jack laughed, "Too late. Here he comes." "Oh g-god!" Anne whimpered as she turned to see the clerk almost running toward them, his eyes glittering in lust. Again Jack began to stroke her thigh, reaching even farther up the split in her coat and forcing her legs so far apart that the hem of her coat was pulled tight and her now dripping pussy was spread wide, her clit in full view. The clerk, emboldened by Jack's actions, took his time putting the shoes on Anne's feet. As he put each shoe on, he boldly stroked her silk encased calf and stared into her steaming crotch. Again, Anne's was tortured with conflicting sensations....Disbelief that this stranger was being allowed to not only touch her, but stare into her most private of places....Raw sexual need as the combination of the clerk's hands and Jack hands raked her skin and caressed her into a sexual panic. Her breath rasped in her lungs as her heart pounded, every beat felt in both her clit and nipples. Then the spell was broken. "Okay, Anne," Jack said, "Stand up and let's see how they look." "O-oh, o-okay," Anne stammered in a combination of relief and disappointment. The clerk reluctantly slid his stool aside and sat as Anne stood on wobbly legs and stepped away from them. There was a three-sided mirror against the wall opposite them and Anne walked toward it, eyes widening when she saw the effect delivered by the heels and black stockings. The heels made her stand as if on tiptoe, straining her calf muscles into taunt sexy columns of sexy muscle. She turned and faced them. Jack turned to the clerk, "And what's your name?" "Huh? Oh, J-Jason." The clerk stammered, not taking his eyes off of Anne. "The coat takes away from the effect," Jack said tuning to the clerk, "I think she should raise the hem don't you Jason?" "Yeah! I think so!" Jason quickly responded, the implications of Anne having to lift the hem of her coat not lost on him. "No, please I c-can't!" Anne begged, eyes bright with panic. "Sure you can," Jack said with an evil grin. "B-but my h-hands!" Anne blurted, suddenly aware that she was still handcuffed. "Oh," said Jack, as he stood and walked toward her, "I'll take care of that." And as the puzzled clerk watched, Jack simply removed the wrap from her wrists revealing the cuffs for Jason to see. "O-oh g-god J-Jack!" she whispered, her eyes panic filled. "Now," Jack growled as he sat back down, "Lift that coat so we can see the effect of your shoes." "Is s-she a criminal or something?' Jason asked, his eyes bugging at the sight of the handcuffs. "No, not a criminal," Jack responded with a grin in Anne's direction, "Just a very bad girl. Now show us your legs Anne." "Wow!" was the only thing Jason could think of to say as he gaped at the woman standing before him. Closing her eyes, Anne grasped the hem of her coat and lifted it until she felt it clear the top of her stockings. She heard the sharp intake of the clerk's breath and stopped. "Higher," Jack said simply. Anne's eyes flew open and she looked beseechingly at Jack. "P-Please don't make me do this Jack!" she begged. "Your right Anne," Jack responded, "This just isn't going to work this way." "What do you mean?" Anne questioned, not believing that she was getting off this easy. "Jason, is there anyone else working here right now?" he asked. "Um, no. It's usually slow in the morning." Jason responded, "I don't have anyone in until 1:00 o'clock." "Do you think you could close the store for about a half an hour?" Jack asked while Anne's mouth dropped open in disbelief. "Um, I don't know," Jason responded hesitantly, "Why?" "Well, I was thinking that if you could close the store, maybe put a sign out saying that there was an emergency and that you would return shortly, we would have the privacy to have some fun with our bad little girl here." Jack explained. "Oh, g-god J-Jack," Anne blurted, "P-please don't do that!" Jason's eyes glittered with lust and need as he trotted toward the front of the store. "Just a second!" he said excitedly, and soon Anne and Jack heard the metal security doors being lowered. Jack stood and walked toward Anne, who was standing, frozen in position holding her coat up. "Hold out your hands," he said as he reached into his pocket and retrieved the key to the cuffs. "G-god, J-Jack! P-please don't let him touch me!" she begged. "Too late missy," Jack spat, "All you had to do was cooperate and lift your coat, but you just couldn't see your way to do that. So now you have to face the consequences." With that, he released one cuff and let her hands fall to her sides. Without hesitating he quickly unbuttoned the coat and stepped back. "Now get it off and hand it to me," he commanded. "J-Jack," she whispered, tears in her eyes, "Please don't make me. I'll do anything for you. Just please get me out of here." "The fastest way for you to get out of here is to do exactly as I say," he retorted, "Otherwise, we'll be spending a lot of time with ol' Jason there." "O-oh, G-God!" she whispered. She was peeling the coat off as Jason returned from the front of the store. "Whoa!" he gasped as he stopped in his tracks, his hungry eyes drinking in Anne's form as she stood, one arm over her breasts and her hand cupped over her pussy. Just then, Jack produced a second pair of handcuffs, stepped forward, and placed them on Anne's bare wrist. Then he lifted her left arm up and closed the open portion of the cuffs on that hand to the horizontal bar of a dress rack. "Oh, no Jack! P-please don't..." Anne cried out in panic as she realized his intent was to cuff her standing with her arms stretched out so she couldn't defend herself. Jack remained silent as he quickly completed the task, then stepped back. "Okay, Jason," he grinned at the bug-eyed clerk, "She's all yours." "Jack! No!" Anne cried out as she struggled in vain against the cuffs. Jason couldn't believe his eyes or ears. Glancing in Jack's direction and getting a nod of encouragement, he stood and walked to where Anne was standing. His eyes raked over her fully exposed body as he stood as if in disbelief at his good fortune. Finally, he reached out and placed his hand on Anne's ribcage, slowly moving up and down over the soft flesh. "Oh!" Anne cried out, "Oh no Jack! Please, p-please stop him!" Jack sat silently. Hearing nothing from Jack, Jason became bolder. He raised both hands and brushed them lightly over Anne's breasts and upturned nipples. She gasped at the sensation and attempted to twist out of his reach, but her efforts were in vain. After his hands circled her breasts a couple of times, he cupped his hands under them and lifted them, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples as he did so. The effect was immediate and unmistakable. "Ah! G-god!" Anne stammered as a jolt of current not unlike electricity raced from her nipples down her spine and to her clit. The immediate effect was that Anne thrust her chest forward for more contact while her hips began to slightly thrust in carnal need. "She likes that Jason," Jack chuckled as he watched with interest. "Yeah!" was all the enthralled Jason could manage in response as he proceeded to pinch the now erect nubs of Anne's nipples. "O-oh, w-wah!" Anne babbled as her knees buckled at the sensation of pressure on her nipples. She was rapidly losing control, need taking over where fear had once resided. "Why don't you suck 'em and see how she responds?" Jack suggested. "Can I?" Jason replied wide-eyed. "Sure!" Jack chuckled, "See how they taste!" Jason bent and greedily sucked Anne's left nipple into his mouth. His tongue raked across the now rigid nub of flesh, then his teeth lightly scraped then nipped it sending shockwave after shockwave of raw sexual current through Anne's body. "Y-a-a-a-h-h-h! Oh god y-yes!" she cried as she arched her chest toward Jason's greedy mouth. He moved back and forth between her breasts until she was panting and humping her hips in need. "Here," Jack said as he stood and adjusted the erection in his trousers, "Let me show you something. You keep doing what you are doing and I'll work on her pussy." Anne, standing with her head thrown back, legs and arms spread, and chest jutting forward was beyond coherent thought. She felt Jack standing beside her and flinched only slightly as she felt his hands caress her buttocks and proceed down the backs of her thighs and then back up between them. While, Jason continued to punish her nipple with his fingers, tongue and teeth, Jack slowly kneaded the large tendons at the tops of her inner thighs and then brushed his fingers across the now dripping lips of her pussy. Attached Ch. 2 "Ah! Oh g-god, y-yes!" she gasped as his fingers slowly traced the slit of her pussy, lightly grazing yet never firmly touching the bud of her clit as it erected itself in need. "Like that baby?" Jack hissed into Anne's ear. "O-oh, y-yes! R-rub it h-harder J-Jack! I n-need to c-cum s-so badly" she begged as his fingers continued to graze the surface of her inflamed and now dripping sex. "Well," Jack said as he winked at Jason, "I believe ol' Jason here needs to cum as well. I'll tell you what, I'll make a deal with you." Jason pulled his head away from Anne's nipples long enough to listen to Jack's proposal. "W-what kind of d-deal? A-ah p-please!" Anne gasped as he gave her clit as slightly rougher stroke. "Well," Jack said, grinning at Jason from over her shoulder as he continued to lightly stroke her pussy, "We'll let Jason sit down over there and you give him a blow job. While you're working on Jason, I'll get you off. How's that Jason?" "Awesome!" Jason laughed in excitement, "Let's get at it!" "N-no! God Jack, n-no!" Anne stammered as her hips continued to buck in need. "But I thought you needed to cum," Jack asked quietly as he placed fingers on either side of the dripping slit of her pussy and slowly stroked them, approaching, yet never touching her clit. "N-n-n-n-g-g-g-g! Ah! P-please don't make me suck him Jack! P-please just let me cum," she begged. Then Jason leaned back over and began to torture her nipples with his mouth again...And Jack continued to lightly stroke Anne's pussy as she hunched her hips in a fucking motion, hoping to get him to bring her to her crisis. Other than her gasps and groans of frustration, no one made a sound. Poor Anne's sexual frustration continued to build by the second until finally she could take no more. "Oh, g-god," she groaned, "I have to cum! Please Jack, let me cum!" "Will you accept my offer?" Jack asked, never slowing the light stroking of her slick pussy lips. Jason froze, his mouth locked onto her left nipple, his thumb and forefinger in mid-pinch of the right. "O-oh n-no, I-I mean y-yes," she stammered, frantic in her need, "Yes, I'll suck him...J-just p-please let me c-cum!" "Okay Jason," Jack laughed, "This is your lucky day! Drop trou and sit down over there." "Oh man!" Jason cried in glee as he scurried over to the chair and turned to watch with disbelieving eyes. Jack quickly released Anne, turned, and grasping her shoulders walked her toward Jason. Jason quickly loosened his belt and unzipped his fly, letting his slacks drop and puddle around his ankles. Anne gasped as she saw the head of his erect penis peeping out of the waistband of his boxers. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and bent to push his shorts down around his ankles as well. His erection, a full eight inches waved about as he moved, and the unmistakable glint of precum forming at the tip. Grinning from ear to ear, Jason sat down, grasped his penis and pointed it straight up. "Okay," he laughed, "Have at it!" Jack pushed Anne forward and taking each hand cuffed them to the arms of the chair Jason was sitting in. This, of course, caused Anne to bend toward Jason's crotch. Jack proceeded to lightly kick the insides of Anne's feet until her legs were well spread and her ass elevated. Stepping back he marveled at the sight of her sleek legs in the stiletto heels and black stocking, her milky skin in contrast to the red and black of her leg and footwear, the split of her ass revealing the tight little rose of her anus and the bright pink of the split of her pussy just below. "Okay baby," Jack whispered, "Get to it." "D-do I h-have to?" Anne turned her pleading eyes in his direction, "Please Jack?" "No," Jack said as he winked at Jason, "You don't HAVE to....But if you want this," and he swiped his fingers across her sex, "You'll have to. "A-ah n-n-n-g-g-g-g!" Anne gasped at the sensation, opening her mouth to respond, just as Jack nodded to Jason. Jason lifted his hips and his now dripping cockhead brushed Anne's open lips. Giving in, she lowered her head and tentatively sucked the head of Jason's penis into the warmth of her mouth. "Ah, man!" It was Jason's turn to groan. "Go slow baby," Jack admonished, "We want Jason to remember this for a long time." Slowly Anne slid her lips down over Jason's erection. At first her movements were tentative, but when Jack began to stroke his hands across her pussy she straightened her legs, cocking her hips up so that he could reach all the sweet spots and began working Jason's cock in earnest. When Jack saw that Anne had relaxed he began to rapidly stroke his fingers over her pussy, taking time at the end of each stroke to punish her clit with circular movements of his fingers. Anne groaned continuously as the jolts of sexual stimulation crashed through her body and soon she was pumping Jason's throbbing cock in and out of her greedily sucking mouth. It didn't take long for the overheated Jason to reach his crisis. "Uh, oh g-god y-yes baby! God suck that thing!" he gasped as Anne continued to bury her nose into his pubic hair and massage his throbbing penis with the muscles in the back of her throat. "M-m-m-p-p-p-h-h-h-f-f!" she groaned over his cock as Jack continued to stroke her dripping sex, now running two fingers into the grasping maw of her hot, dripping pussy. Suddenly, Jason's body stiffened and he lifted his hips off the chair. "Uh, oh baby," he groaned, "I'm going to cum. Oh g-god I'm going to cum!" Hearing his cries of crisis only caused Anne to redouble both the speed and suction on his cock. At the same time she was rapidly approaching her own crisis, groaning constantly, standing with her legs ramrod straight, ass humping frantically onto Jack's probing, punishing fingers. "Ah, yes, s-shit baby! Here it is!" Jason's groans reached a frantic level as he thrust his hips in orgasmic throes, "Unh, unh, unh, o-oh god yes suck it, unh, unh, a-h-h-h-h-h!" Anne worked her mouth over Jason's jumping penis as it shot gob after gob of thick cum into her mouth. Greedily, she sucked every drop from the head of the rigid stem of flesh, mewling continuously as Jack pumped one hand into and out of her pussy while the other stroked her clit. "A-h-h-h-h-h-h-h! Y-e-e-e-e-e-c-c-c-h-h-h! O-oh y-y-e-e-e-s-s-s-s!" she howled as she threw her head back, jutting her chest forward, and thrusting her hips back onto Jack's hand. Jason, quickly recovering from his crisis, reached up and grabbed the flinty nubs of her outthrust nipples, twisting them cruelly and causing her to whimper in a mix of pain and orgasmic pleasure. Anne stood as if a statue, vibrating in her crisis for over minute before she began to relax. As she relaxed Jason pulled her head back into his laps and thrust his still erect cock back into her mouth. As the final shudders of her orgasm raced through her body she suckled his penis and cooed in contentment. Jack gradually slowed the movement of his hands and then stood watching as Jason shuddered at Anne's soft suckling of his cock. "Okay, babe" Jack said softly as he reached to remove the handcuffs, "Let's get moving." Both Anne and Jason groaned as Anne let Jason's cock drop from her mouth and stood. Jason watched sadly as Jack put Anne's coat back on and she buttoned the front. "Well Jason," Jack grinned, "It's been real. Wanna let us out?" Jason, blushing as he realized he was still sprawled out with his pants around his ankles and his cock hanging out, stood, quickly tucked his shirt in and zipped his pants. "Oh," Jack said, "And she can keep the shoes, right?" "Sure," Jason grinned back, "I'll just say someone shoplifted a pair." Anne blushed as Jason's eyes raked over her figure one last time while Jack put her old shoes in the shopping bag containing her skirt and blouse. In another minute, they were once again strolling down the mall as if nothing had happened. While Jack continued to chatter as if nothing had happened, Anne was quiet, her mind racing, revisiting the last twenty minutes over and over. She was wobbly on her feet, partially from the unfamiliar heels, but primarily from the intensity of the session with Jack and Jason. AT the same time she was still on edge sexually. While the orgasm she experienced had served to give some relief, she knew instinctively that one just wasn't enough. She both hoped and feared that Jack had more in store for her. "Jack?" she finally broke her silence. "H-m-m-m?" he responded. "Why didn't you fuck me back there?" she asked quietly. "Oh, I don't know," he said casually, "I prefer to take my time and there wasn't much time to be had. Plus, when I fuck you, I want you all to myself...I want your undivided attention." "Oh, I see." She nodded. "Are you going to handcuff me again?" she queried, almost in a whisper. "Not right now," he replied. "Why not?" she asked. "Well," he stopped and grinned at her, "We're about to get in my car and go someplace else and I don't want you cuffed in the car, just in case of an accident or something." Forgetting the cuffs, Anne's heart began to race in trepidation. She hadn't counted on leaving the mall. "W-where are we g-going?" she asked hesitantly. "Someplace special," he grinned at her, "I'm sure you'll like it." "B-but I-I'm not s-sure I w-want to...:" she stammered. "Hush," he chuckled, "You're just going to have to learn to trust me. Now come on." Within minutes they had reached his car. He opened the door for her, then got in and started the car. He quickly drove to Mansell Road, then to GA 400 and down to Holcomb Bridge Road. Soon they were pulling into the parking lot of a small building. The sign outside said "Starship - Adult Novelties." "Oh my god, "Anne thought, "He's taking me into a porn shop." "Wait here," Jack said as he shut off the car, "Ill be right back." Jack went into the building and Anne sat, mortified by the possibilities of what might happen next and yet amazed that once again, in spite of her fear, her clit was throbbing and her nipples erect and needy. In about five minutes, Jack was back and opening the door for her. "Okay," he said, "We can go in." B-but why d-did you have to ask?" she stammered. "Well," he grinned as he locked the car, "I had to make sure they didn't mind if you were nude inside the store." "W-w-h-h-a-a-a-t?!?!" Anne gasped, frozen in her tracks. "Damn, Anne!" Jack replied, "What did you think was going to happen?" "I-I d-didn't k-know!" she stammered, "Jack, I can't d-do this!" "Sure you can," he chuckled, "Remember? You already have." With that he took her elbow and they walked into the building. As they entered Anne was shocked to see two men behind the counter and four more customers in the store. All turned and stared at her, grinning as her eyes dropped to the floor. It was obvious that Jack had informed them that something was going to happen. As the door swung shut, one of the clerks walked over, flipped the "CLOSED" sign around, pulled the shade down and locked the door. "Okay, babe," Jack whispered, "Let me have your coat." Heart racing, mouth dry, nipples erect and clit throbbing, Anne stood looking at the floor as he unbuttoned the coat. She whimpered only slightly as he slid the coat off her shoulders and she heard the men staring at her gasp in appreciation. Her aureoles tightened and wrinkled around the flinty paps of her nipples as the cool air in the store washed over her virtually nude body. She clasped her hands behind her back and stood staring at the floor, awaiting her fate. Attached Garage Your family is out of town for a week, so I know I have you all to myself for seven heavenly days. Seven days of heat. Of fucking like animals. I want to start it out right. I sneak into your garage, knowing you're working on your beloved muscle car. We both love the low rumble that car makes, the vibrations when you drive it fast, like riding an out-of-control vibrating dildo. I always get wet and you always get hard. And we always go somewhere and fuck. I sneak up behind you and reach around you, pushing my nipples against your back, rubbing, exciting us both. I stroke your hardening tool through your pants, it stretches down your leg and strains the fabric. Still behind you, I unfasten and unzip your pants and pull them and your tight boxer briefs down to your ankles. You can't get away from me now. I notice that your hands aren't even dirty. You must have been expecting me. I unbutton my shirt (of course I'm not wearing a bra), and rub my huge tits against your back, making my nipples even more sensitive and hard. I reach back around you and put my hands up your shirt, massaging your chest, slowly making my way down over your stomach, running my fingers through the thick pubic hair on your groin. I like that you don't trim it or shave it off--I like the thick, manly roughness. I massage your groin, feeling your pubic bone, reminding me how it feels grinding and pounding against mine when we fuck. Just under that kinky tuft is the shaft I worship, the shaft that feeds my hungry mouth or that stretches my cunt and fills me with your seed. The shaft that drives you to want me, makes you want to be inside me in any way you can, deeper and deeper as I moan and sometimes scream. The shaft and mushroom-shaped head that drives me crazy, makes me do things I can't believe I'd do. I'm a crazy woman because of your amazing cock. I lose myself when it's in me. Nothing matters but the physical animal feelings that pulse through me, electric and sharp and the most real thing I have ever felt. I slowly grab your beautiful cock and gasp at the electric feeling of your power in my hands. The skin is tight, but with a rough texture. I feel the ridges of thick veins that pulse and engorge with blood as I hold your manhood. I slide my right hand down to the head while my left stays at the base. Oh God, that wonderful head. The thick rim that feels so good whenever I slide it past my lips, gently using my teeth to tug at it, driving you crazy. The tiny hole at the end that your potent seed shoots from; the hole that I push the tip of my tongue into, widening it a little when I suck you. I slide my right hand up and down your shaft slowly with enough pressure to move the skin up and down too. You part your legs a little, making a firm, forceful stance. Your ass and legs tighten, but you don't moan. You won't give me that until I've pleasured you more. I can't stand it until I pleasure you. You are always in control of me, whether you know it or not. Still behind you, I help you pull your feet out of their clothing bindings. Squatting down to do this, my face is at your ass, which is cliched tight. I caress it and kiss it, feeling your muscles, firm and unyielding. I reach between your legs and stroke your sack and feel the two distinct balls inside. I want them ... bad. I crawl between your legs with my mouth up and open, and suck the sack and one ball into my mouth. I taste you--the taste of sweat and man. My pussy clinches and I feel wetness oozing into my panties. I roll your ball around in my mouth gently, tugging on your sack, my face pressed firmly against the skin just below your scrotum. I lick the hair on your sack over and over, feeling the ball in my mouth swell and move like it's alive. I imagine it pulsing as it creates the cum I crave. I exchange one ball for the other, giving it equal time in my mouth, and I breathe in deeply. The scent of your sex and strength is intoxicating. I'm moaning, but you still don't moan. You want me to work harder for it. Your cock stands at attention, your one acknowledgement of my effect on you. I crawl all the way through your legs, kneel before you facing your groin, then look up to see if I'm pleasing you. You look down at me with an angry lust and breathe deeply. I pull your beautiful cock into my mouth, quick and deep, forcing it against the back of my throat, bringing up slick saliva, then slowly, slowly slide back down it, leaving your shaft shiny. Mmmmm. God you taste good, feel good. Now I move slowly up and down, in and out applying pressure, then backing off. Teasing the head with my tongue, tickling that taut part on the underside of your head, poking my tongue into that little hole. I'm thinking about how it feels when you cum in my mouth. How sometimes you lock my head against your groin and shoot straight down my throat, savage with your power, and how I love that. And how other times you fill my mouth, jetting onto my tongue so I get to taste your salty sweetness as it slides thickly and slowly back and I swallow. How sometimes you almost howl as you're cumming, completely lost in the animal feeling of power and release. Any way you cum in my mouth, I love it. I feel my animal responding to yours, accepting what you give. But right now, you're not going to give me that. You have other ideas, but I don't know that yet. Your cock is still in my mouth. I'm happily slurping up and down, enjoying the feeling of your shaft against my lips. Kneeling in front of you is one of my favorite places to be. Mmmmmm ... your pre-cum mixes with my saliva, making the ride in and out of my mouth even slicker. My pussy is so wet now that it's probably leaked through to my leggings. Suddenly, you reach down and slide your fingers into my hair. You pull roughly, knowing I like it when you're rough with me. Your cock pulls from my mouth with a wet pop as you raise me to my feet. There's still so much saliva on your rod, it drips loudly onto the concrete garage floor. You have a savage look on your face and I'm excitedly scared. You close the hood of your car, and the bang makes me flinch. You lock your eyes on mine as you shove my open shirt off my shoulders and yank it off my arms, dropping it to the floor. My nipples get harder in anticipation. You pull your t-shirt over your head and drop it to the floor with my shirt. You move toward me, push your chest hard against my tits and grab the sides of them, squeezing and kneading. You know this makes me crazy. My legs are weak. Your hot cock is pressed against my stomach, still wet and slick with my suck juices. I moan from your wonderfully rough handling of my breasts. I close my eyes and breathe through my mouth. I want you to know how much I love this. You pull my tits out to the sides, surprising me with a charge of pain. I suck in and breathe heavier, looking in your eyes for mercy, which I blissfully don't find. You pinch and squeeze and roll my tender nipples between your rough fingers. I gasp, then moan as you lift the heavy DDs up by the nipples, holding them there. My legs nearly collapse. Finally you let my breasts drop. You stand there for a moment, glaring down at me, breathing hard. With a sudden move, your hands are down inside my stretchy leggings, grabbing hold of my ass cheeks, pulling them up and apart. I feel my pussy pull open too. You lift me like this and set me on the hood of the car, then you push me back and roughly pull my leggings and panties down and off. Now we're both completely naked except for our feet. You have on heavy work boots and I have on lime green running shoes. I imagine you're going to start working your cock against and into my pussy. I gush in anticipation, hoping you don't mind my letting loose on the hood of your car. (You've never minded before!) Instead of what I expect, you reach under me and pick me up by my ass cheeks again, pulling them even farther apart, pulling my pussy against your chest so that I have to wrap my legs around you. You carry me across the garage and lay me on a cold metal work table. You press your fingers against my lips--our signal to not move or say anything. You get two wide ratchet straps and wrap one around each of my thighs just above the knees, ratcheting each one till it's almost tight against my skin. You then take some heavy chain and slide it through the strap on my left leg and pull it under the table, then loop it through the strap on my right leg and back again to the first one. You pull tight and I feel myself opened up wide and obscene. That's not open enough for you, so you pull the chain tighter still until my legs are splayed completely, flattened against the metal surface. You fasten the chain with an enormous, heavy lock and lay the key on a tool chest out of my reach. You look hungrily at my open, exposed womanhood. My stiffened clit pokes out of my incredibly swollen pussy lips. My vag is pulled open so wide that the juice flows freely down and over my asshole and pools on the metal surface. Now you walk to the other end of the table, your work boots falling heavy and threatening on the concrete floor. You grab each hand and wrap more of the heavy chain around my wrists, then pull them together and fasten them with another lock to a hook that's bolted to the wall above my head. You leave just enough slack so that I can raise my head up to see what's going on at the other end of the table. "Why my hands?" You shove your fingers into my lips again, this time with more pressure, and lean down and growl into my ear, "You never let me finish you. You always beg and pull at my cock. Today I'm gonna finish you. Now don't say another word or I'll have to duct tape your mouth." I know you're not playing. Your eyes have a wolf-wildness that lets me know you've given over your sense of mercy, and that even my begging you with our safe word won't be enough to stop you. At the other end of the table, you bend over and begin flicking my bulging clit with the tip of your tongue. I gasp. You pull my swollen lips open roughly and dart your tongue into my wide open hole, tasting my flowing juice, then pull it slowly up my slit, stopping at my clit, rolling it around with your tongue. I seize up in pleasure. Do it again! More! You go back and lick upward again, then again and again, pushing your tongue deep inside each soft fold as you go. Your fingers move down to my entrance and start pushing in. I moan. Deeper they go and wider they pull me open as your lips lock onto my labia, your tongue flicking relentlessly at my clit. My hips are bouncing as much as they can in their bound position. My lime green shoes kick and flail in the air. The top of my body rocks and my tits swing back and forth as I writhe. Aaaaa aaaaa aaaaa ... oh God, yes, oh my God, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! You push your fingers in even deeper, pulling the soft inner tissues open. I gush more. I feel cool air hit my cervix. I've never been this open, this vulnerable. You can do anything you want to me. I'm helpless. I love it. The thought of that loss of control pushes me unexpectedly over the edge and my body rocks and convulses with an enormous orgasm. I close my eyes so tight I see stars. I moan so long and loud, I think your neighbors might hear, but, fuck, it feels good. I pant audibly as I wind down. You're obviously not finished with me. I feel your mouth move down over my vag opening. You dip your tongue in and lap at my juices over and over like a dog drinking his water. My juices flow more and more as your fingers continue to hold my walls open. Your tongue moves deeper into that open hole, roughly licking every surface it comes in contact with. Your face is pushed up against my pussy, I can feel your nose burying into my slit as you shove your tongue in as far as it will go. You tongue fuck me and your fingers start moving in and out in rhythm. The wet, slopping sounds your tongue and fingers make as they move inside me, mixing your saliva and my juices together, drives me wild. Suddenly you pull your face back and roughly shove two fingers of one hand in hard and fast and start finger fucking me. I bounce against the rest of your fisted hand. Then you put a third finger in and hold your fingers pried apart, pounding into me like that--at first fast and relentless, then pulling out slow and ramming into me, your fist hitting against my pubic bone. It's savage. It feels amazing. My body is alive and electricity shoots through me with each thrust of your fuck fist. I cum again, hard, gushing all over your hand, making it slicker and slicker with my juice. You keep pounding it into me as my body tenses and bucks, pulling against the chains. My back arches uncontrollably as my body instinctively tries to move into you and force your fist all the way in. The chains make that distinct metal-on-metal chinking sound as they hold me in place in my torturous orgasmic state. When I've finally stopped cumming and my body is spent, you pull your fingers slowly out and start the licking again, from the hole up to the clit. Over and over as I lay there helpless except to let you do whatever you want. I feel like I can't take anymore. Not another orgasm. All my muscles are weak and drained. They can't clinch like that again. You start your licking a little lower now, until you're raking your tongue over my asshole in your path up to my clit. Oh God that feels good. I groan and strain futilely against my bonds. I raise my head up to see your head as it disappears down low, then rises slowly with each deep, penetrating lick. Oh God, no. Oh God, yes. I want this so bad. Yes, push that tongue against my tight, puckered hole. I want to grind against your face, but my legs are too weak, my bonds too strong. I bang my head against the metal surface, trying to convey what I need. Then I feel your mouth against my labia, sucking and biting. It feels so damn good. But I need more. And even if I dared to speak, I know I couldn't find the words. The body can feel and need and crave an intensity that is beyond words. Now your thumbs find their way back to my cunt hole and dip in, squishing around in the juice. Then I feel them slowly moving down, down, slowly down, torturously pushing at my other entrance. Rubbing over it, pulling it open, pushing in and in, then pulling out. Going back up for more lubrication, then rubbing over it, pulling it open, pushing in, pulling out. Rub, rub, rub, push, pull, over and over until your thumbs are finally firmly inside and pushing at that barrier--the pain just beyond the outer pleasure. Agony builds in that lowest spot and radiates; an agony that I perversely, achingly desire. Push, push, yes! Puuush! Break through! Your mouth is making lewd sucking and licking noises and your saliva flows through my opened slit and continues down over my asshole, lubricating your thumbs as they probe deeper. It's glorious torture. All of my being is focused on what you're doing to me. Nothing else matters. Just that. Just the feeling of you entering me. Your tongue plumbing my depths, slurping. Your thumbs pushing into that forbidden place. I feel like the nastiest whore, and I'm loving every fucking second of it. Then I feel it again, the rush radiating from my sexual center, traveling up my spine into my arms and hands, into my legs and feet. I brace for another climax--but nothing could ready me for this. I nearly black out as my body thrashes and pulls against the chains. Then you really do it. You thrust your fingers deep into my vagina with your thumbs still in my asshole, you pinch them together and pull hard, then push back, yanking and shoving the sensitive tissues between my vagina and anus. Over and over you do this, your tongue still running up and down inside my slit. Intense pain melts into almost unbearable pleasure. The heat of my entire body rushes to that area, singeing my tissues as if the devil himself were spearing me with his rod of fire. I suck in a long gasp, then bear down holding my breath, remaining still as one long, incredible, electric-shock orgasm sears through me. My green shoes feel too tight as my toes splay and then curl inside them. If there's a vocal accompaniment to this, it cannot break through. Finally, just as it begins to subside enough for me to breathe, you release the pinch, push your fingers and thumbs in even deeper, pinch, and pull again, mercilessly. I think my insides are going to be pulled out. I start with a low moan that grows to a near scream. I buck and flail against my metal restraints, the chains thrash loudly. My tits lunge in crazy, unrelated orbits. "Aaaaaa! Fuck meee! Pleeeease!!! Please fuck me! Oh God, please please fuck me! I want you in me! I can't ... you have to ... Aaaaa aaaaa!!" I hear your heavy boots pound the floor as you suddenly stop and straighten up. I manage to quit screaming, even though I can feel the pain pulsing in my groin. I look at you, almost afraid of this brutal eros. My eyes are glazed from the pleading and the strain of intense orgasm. You tower over me. You so own me right now and you know it. You control me. Tears stream down my face at the thought that you might further torture me by withholding your magnificent rod. I can't stand how strangely empty that makes me feel. Then I feel it hit. You lift up your glorious cock and let it fall against my mound, making me flinch. You have an evil grin on your face. I can't see your hands, but I can hear you handling something under the metal table. Then I feel something very strange, cold pushing against my asshole. I don't know what it is. I don't care. God it feels good. Oh my God it feels so fucking good. It's going in further than your thumbs did, then with suction it pulls out. Then in again. You push it in deeper and leave it there. I throw my head back. Oh God ... You grab your cock and move it slowly down my slit till it finds my sloppy-wet hole. Although it's still pulled wide open, it's swollen from the fist-finger fucking. This makes it incredibly tight when you start to push your cock in. It's tender and your cock rakes at the swollen tissues, sending shocks through me. I moan pitifully. I feel so stuffed with your steel cock in my cunt and whatever-it-is in my ass. Finally, I hear you moan too. I look and your eyes are closed. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. It's so fucking tight. Oh my God. Your hole is so fucking, fucking tight." Your hands grip my waist and you slowly move into me deeper and deeper. Then you pull back, and in one swift motion, you impale me on your savage fuck spear. I can't get any sound to come out, but my mouth is open wide. That stab you just made moved the object in my ass deeper too. You grunt loudly and grind into me. I can feel your cock head push open my cervix and probe around inside it. You let out one more groan, then start pounding me with a fury I've never known in you. The sound of you slapping and slamming into me, the juice squishing and squelching is obscenely thrilling. The feeling of your pubic bone relentlessly ramming mine and the feeling of both holes being stuffed full is indescribable. I am so open to you. I want you to push further and further in. To tear me open. I want you to fuck me so hard that all my insides are shoved up against my throat. I so wish I could free my hands and grab your ass to see if I could pull you in deeper. With each powerful thrust you make, the object in my ass seems to penetrate further, and the thought crosses my mind that we may not be able to retrieve it. How the hell long can it be? But it feels so good as your cock rakes across it through the tissue that separates my vag from my anus. You must like it too because you haven't opened your eyes yet, and with every thrust, you grunt. You pound with complete animal abandon, pushing beyond my limits and into depths I didn't know I had. Your power overwhelms me. I let go of every part of myself as you take control. I feel myself tumbling over that threshold again. The feeling builds and I give myself to it completely. You slow as my cunt grips your cock and I spasm and thrash against my restraints. You must feel the intensity of my body pulling at yours, which throws gas on your already out-of-control flames. As my orgasm subsides, you start again with renewed energy, this time building incredible friction inside my cunt and against my labia as your pubic hair scrubs me raw. Oh God, yes! Burn me! Attached Garage You pound me with punishing blows, grunting with each thrust. Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! My legs are jelly as I accept your raw and insistent torture. Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Finally, after long moments of blissful, deep stabbing, I feel your cock widen and become even hotter. Your balls tighten and with one final, brutal thrust, you burst forth into me with raging fury. You pull me hard against you and throw your head back. Aaaaaa! Aaaaaa! Aaaaaa! Your cum pulses into me wildly, shooting deep into my womb, coating it with blast after fiery blast of your potent seed. Finally, you empty the last of your liquid into me. Your cock spasms inside me for a few seconds, then you slowly pull it out. Cum gushes from me, covering the metal surface with amazing heat. I swear I see steam rising. You lean over me, our sweaty torsos heaving with our violent breathing and the last moans of this most carnal act. You lay your weight completely on me, pinning me, resting your forehead against mine. You're still in charge. I'm still in chains. I let your exhale enter my mouth. I smell my sex on your breath. Now you raise up and I startle as I feel your fingers push deep into my ass and start pulling the object slowly out. You pull and pull and pull. It feels almost as good coming out as it did going in. What the hell is it? Finally it pops free and I gasp with the feeling. You hold it up and show me. It's a fucking screwdriver handle! The longest, fattest one I've ever seen. It even says Craftsman on it. It looks like someone sawed the metal off and ground and sanded that end smooth. You smile evilly. God I'm exhausted. Are you ever going to let me out of these chains? You come up to the side of the table and tower over me. "One last thing" you growl deeply. You grab my tit and rake your teeth over the nipple. I groan in pleasure. You suck and torture my nipple for a few minutes, then you plant your mouth on the tender skin just under it. You squeeze my tit hard with both hands while you give me an enormous hickey. "A man has to mark what's his. From now on, every time we fuck, I'm gonna mark you somewhere. By the end of this week, you'll have fifty of those." I look into your eyes. "I can't wait."