0 comments/ 268192 views/ 10 favorites Payment in Kind By: p_p_man She sat on the edge of the bed clutching the pink bathrobe tightly to her body. When she heard the door open she didn't want took up. She didn't want to see who had walked into the room. She heard a sharp intake of breath as the stranger saw her for the first time. "Oh yes," she heard him say, "you're something else." She heard him approach until he was standing over her. Her trembling increased as the reality of her situation sank in. "Not speaking eh?" he said, "well we can soon cure that." Quickly he grabbed her wrist and mashed her hand against the large cock which was already beginning to harden. Reflexively she jerked her hand away until it was free again. The man grunted. "That's one thing you'll have to learn girl - total obedience." She still kept her head down, avoiding any eye contact with him. Even when he moved away and she heard him taking off his clothes she didn't move. She felt paralysed hardly able to breathe as one by one she pictured in her mind his body as each article of clothing was discarded. She virtually did stop breathing for a moment when she heard him unzip his trousers and heard him step out of them. "No point in being quiet girl, you're not invisible, I can see you're there. If you don't look now you're going to have a real good close up in a minute." She moaned softly at his words but loud enough for him to hear. "That's better", he said, "I thought you'd died on me." Naked now he padded across the carpet towards her. Almost gently he put massive hands on each side of her head and forced her to look at him. She gasped. Nothing had prepared her for this. He was a giant. Standing well over 6 feet tall and with a body that was perfectly in proportion to his height. Shoulders broad, chest deep, stomach flat and hard and…and…God she moaned again…Oh God. He chuckled as he held her head in a vice like grip. "Like the look of it do you?" he asked, "and it's not even at attention yet. But that's where you come in isn't it? Now get that piece of garbage off and let me see what I'm getting." She was still frozen, fear was written all over her stiff, tense body. His mood suddenly changed. Swiftly he let go of her head and plunged both hands down the front of her dressing gown grabbing her firm plump breasts in both hands. She yelped in surprise. "Now when I tell you to do something I expect you to do it, understand?" and he twisted both breasts viciously in opposite directions until the skin corrugated and he could twist them no further. She shrieked in pain and even though it was difficult with the man keeping her breasts twisted she managed to slide the gown off her shoulders and let it slide to her waist. He let go of her and roughly pulled the gown from her body spilling her from the bed. 'Oh yes,' he thought, 'she is a looker all right, I'm going to enjoy this.' Bending down he grabbed her breasts again and pulled her up from the floor by them. She shrieked louder this time scrabbling with her feet and hands to gain leverage. Then she was dumped without ceremony back onto the bed. Her breasts were quickly turning pink from the rough handling they had suffered and now she was making a noise. Her constant soft sobbing filled the room irritating the man even further. "None of that," he said harshly, "now suck on this." and he put the end of his now fully erect cock against her lips. She was unable to control her sobs that now wracked her body. "Oh Christ", she heard him say, "well there's nothing for it." and she saw him go back to his clothes. Hope suddenly shot through her body, as she saw him pick up his trousers, but the hope disappeared rapidly as she saw him pull the wide leather belt through the loops until it hung free in his hand. Through blurred vision she couldn't believe what she was seeing. 'No, he couldn't,' she thought, 'he wouldn't…' He approached her rapidly, rolled her over on her stomach on the bed and sat on her back heavily facing her feet, knocking the wind out of her body. Before he started he paused for a moment to appreciate the firm round shape of her buttocks, now twitching in agitation as she struggled beneath him. But he didn't hesitate for long. Beneath him she felt his weight shift as he balanced himself, then she heard a soft swish and then the pain exploded across her buttocks. Her scream was high and loud, not only filling the room but the whole house. Another swish another spasm of burning pain another scream. Then a third. Her arse cheeks were beginning to stripe. Downstairs her husband put his hands over his ears and muttered "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Oh God forgive me, I'm sorry." The fourth scream rang out. Then the final two cracks of leather on tortured skin signalled the end of her punishment. He rose from her body breathing heavily and stood by the bed watching her curled up form quivering where she lay. "Now," he said, "we'll try again," and he pulled her up until once more she was sitting on the side of the bed, "put this in your mouth and suck it!" His tone was sharp and despite her tears she parted quivering lips to allow him to slide his cock into her mouth and rest it momentarily on her tongue. It was in proportion to the rest of his body and her lips were distorted by the size of it. He felt the pleasurable wetness of her saliva as she tried to adjust her mouth to accommodate him. Then he began sliding it in and out. She was as small as he was large and he knew she wouldn't be able to take all of him but sure as hell he was going to try. Gripping the back of her head with both hands he pulled it towards his groin as he thrust his hips forward, thrusting the massive hard rod of flesh back to the entrance to her throat. Her nose began to run as she struggle to breathe through it and saliva was pouring from her mouth to run down her chin and hang in long strands to her breasts. He withdrew slightly but at the same time keeping a firm grip on the back of her head. Then violently he shoved it back in. This time it gained entrance to her throat. Her eyes widened in shock and panic as she felt it lodging in the entrance. He knew he couldn't stop now he was almost there so he pushed forward relentlessly. Suddenly the tiny gap relaxed with the pressure and his cock slid remorselessly in and down. Even as he gave a few, very quick, back and forth thrusts getting her throat used to the feel he looked at her neck with satisfaction as he saw it had swollen slightly to take it all in. "Right hang on now," he said almost jovially, and pushed hard. A full four inches slid in and he felt the constriction around it as her throat spasmed and she started to gag. He pulled out quickly not wanting to damage her too much. As soon as she could she drew in deep ragged breaths, coughing, spluttering and choking all at the same time. Her mouth and nose were now running with a mixture of saliva and tears adding to the strands already attaching her mouth to her breasts. Her chin was a sopping swamp of wetness. Once more he thrust it back in and once more he felt it slide into her throat. This time gripping the back of her head even tighter he thrust even harder and with satisfaction felt it slide passed her throat and into her gullet. Her eyes rolled up into their sockets and she weakly tried to push him away. Before she lost consciousness all together he withdrew to give her another brief respite. He let go of her head and took her swaying breasts in each hand squashing them hard over his rigid cock and dangling balls. It felt good to have the pliable flesh rubbing against him, and it felt even better to know he could do it at all and that she was his for the duration. But he was there for more than just a tit fuck. For ten minutes he used her mouth and throat until she could take some of him without gagging. But he wasn't there for a deep throat job either. As he fucked her mouth he looked around the bedroom and saw what he wanted on the dressing table. A few more enjoyable minutes keeping himself under control for the greater pleasure to come then he withdrew from her lips completely leaving her breathing heavily still sitting on the bed. He went across to the dressing table and picked up the jar of cold cream that was there. "Get on the bed and lay on your stomach." he said as he went back to where she was sitting. Wearily she did as she was told placing her head on her folded arms. "No I've changed my mind, come off the end of the bed so your kneeling then bend forward." She did exactly as he said. He approached her unscrewing the cap on the small jar as he did so. He scooped out a third of the cream onto his fingers and pushing his hand between her arse cheeks began pushing it into her anus. She jumped and looked back over her shoulder. "W…w…what are you doing?" she asked nervously dreading the reply she knew she was going to get. "What the fuck do you think I'm doing," he said scooping some more cream and cramming it further up into her arse, "I'm putting cream up your arse, and do you know why I'm putting cream up your arse? I'm putting cream up your arse because I'm going to fuck it!" A wail escaped from her mouth. "No please… please don't, I've never done that before, I won't be able to I know I won't…I'm too small for you. Please I'll do anything else you want but not that please not tha…" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he roared. "Jesus when you start talking you don't stop do you?" Another dollop of cream was inserted. "I…I…I'll do anything else you want, I promise I'll be good. He hesitated. "Anything?" he asked. "Yes…yes anything I'll suck you so you come in my mouth, I'll even swallow you deep down my throat, I think I can do that now." Again he hesitated. She was babbling of course using any defence she could to stop him from going ahead but all the same…Being the nice little suburban housewife she was she could have no idea what perversions he could make her perform if he wanted. Then he shook his head. 'No,' he thought, 'I can't spend too much time here.' and he threw the jar away and dropped to his knees behind her. She whimpered as felt the heat of his loins close to her buttocks, and then whimpered some more as she felt the end of his large cock nuzzle up to her small puckered anus. He looked down at his hand guided the cock and started use a circular movement with it as he slowly pushed forward. Her arse was so full of cream that it slid in easily enough causing her nothing more than small discomfort. He lodged it just inside of her rear channel, changed his hold on her to her hips, took a deep breath and shoved the full length of it deep into her rectum. She almost jumped off the bed with the shock of the forceful entry, and she raised her face to the ceiling and howled as loudly as she could. "Aaaaaggggghhhh!!!". He pulled part of the way out then another mighty shove embedded it deep inside her. Another shriek. He liked that sound. He liked the complete hopelessness of the noise so for good measure he pulled out and pushed back in quickly one more time. This time the shriek was more like a moan. Thrusting backwards and forwards he began sodomising the girl in earnest. Her rectum had stretched to take the width of him and the cream, which was now being pushed further up into her bowels, helped to ease his progress. He grabbed her buttocks and began roughly kneading them. He began slapping them harder and harder as his fucking became faster. He leant over her and grabbed her wildly swinging breasts and then he forced her mouth wide open with four fingers of one massive hand and simulated a mouth fuck with them. She was grunting uncontrollably and rapidly now with each forward thrust. Then his other hand left her tits and with one hand in her mouth and the other beginning to slap her buttocks for the second time he felt the strength of himself knowing he could anything he wanted. He started to feel her return with him each time he withdrew and he grinned maliciously. 'They're all the same,' he thought, 'they're all the fucking same.' He slapped her buttocks and fucked her arse faster than ever. He was beginning to lose control. Once again he stopped slapping her reddened arse cheeks and at the same time took his hand from her over stretched mouth. Then just before he exploded his loins into her cream filled arse he reached around her one last time, grabbed her breasts and squeezed and pulled them upwards and backwards as hard as he could. She began making a noise like an animal as her upper body was raised from the bed and slammed backwards into his broad chest. He then howled in release as the spunk began pumping from him filling her arse. "Yyyeeessssss!!" he screamed as his loins emptied themselves into her. Then he almost stopped in surprise. As he kept shooting spunk he felt her body begin to quiver until it was trembling uncontrollably then without warning she howled aloud with lustful passion as, in a gut twisting reflex a shattering orgasm swept through her body. 'Shit,' he thought, 'she liked it she fucking well liked it!' and out of anger at her pleasure he began slapping her buttocks harder as his own orgasm slowed down and finally stopped. They both fell forward again onto the bed. He lay there on her back panting heavily. Both bodies were slick with sweat and stuck to each other slightly. He was still angry, very, very angry. They fucking weren't meant to take pleasure in the forced rape of their arseholes. His mind raced to think of a way of punishing the broken woman who was squashed beneath his massive body. Then an idea came to him that made him grin openly. His cock was still buried deep in her rectum and he bent his head and whispered in her ear almost soothingly. "Just stay like that…it's nearly over…not long now.' She hardly heard him. With the belt beating, the mouth rape and now this final degrading act of sodomy she was too dazed to concentrate. The final shattering orgasm she had experience had deeply disturbed her and so she just lay there, head nestled in her arms, eyes closed, almost drifting off to sleep. She thought he said "now" but she couldn't be sure but then she was viciously brought back to life. Her eyes widened, her head half raised from her arms and her back arched slightly beneath the man's weight as she felt the stream of hot stinging liquid pour into her bowels. "MMmmmffffnnngghh", the sound was bursting from her mouth was one of pure horror as she realised that he was pissing into her body. "NNNnnnngghhh!!!" She struggled as best she could but he was too heavy and strong for her. She felt the vile liquid filling her bowels and stretching her insides as it continued to flow. The man was in heaven. This was one of the actions he liked. To be able to piss on or into a woman against her will was something he fantasised about when he wasn't actually doing it. Her legs kicked and stiffened as he continued to fill her. New beads of sweat sprang out over her body as her internal temperature rose from the heat of the liquid and her guts continued to stretch with each passing second. She retched, then retched again and still the urine poured into her, filling her, expanding her. Her small flat belly rounded slightly at the intake of so much volume. Even he was surprised. 'Shit,' he thought, 'this is a pure fucking load.' He felt the contented pleasure of emptying his bladder and the sexual pleasure of emptying it into an unwilling, struggling, newly raped woman who was making animal like noises beneath him. "NNNnnngghhh…," She now lay still not able to struggle anymore. He gave a few final squirts and as he withdrew and the tightness around his cock relaxed a few more until he withdrew completely. With his weight off her back, she staggered to her feet and stumbled to the bathroom holding her hand over her mouth, retching as she went. The bathroom door slammed shut and the first sounds of her body emptying its newly acquired cargo, was silenced. The man went over to his clothes dressed quickly and went down the stairs. As he let himself out he glanced at the man rocking backwards and forwards on the divan, a glass of whisky in his hand, and a half empty bottle in front of him on the coffee table, repeating "God…God…I'm sorry, so sorry…God…" like a litany. 'Stupid fucking cunt', the man thought and left the house. Payment in Kind WARNING THIS IS AN ADULT STORY - this is a erotic story about sex, involving male bi-sexual intercourse as well as female-male sex. If the image of two men engaging in sex with each other, offends or you find erotic material offensive generally, please do not read. Do not read it and then send me emails telling me how shocked you were, or insulting me. However, if you like this story, please let me know, send me an email, or if you would just like a general chat, my yahoo id is hornyoldman35. I prefer Yahoo messenger, but can use MSN, but you'll have to email via yahoo to get my id. Just a note, the spelling and grammar in this story is in English, using an English Spell Checker, and not using American English, so please no silly comments about ass and arse, I never found a quadruped of the horse family remotely attractive, and while would kiss some arses, I never wanted to, and never will want to kiss a donkey. --------------------------------------------- Summary and Introduction - Key Characters John and Karen the land lady and land lord, Peter the Student Lodger in his 20's, lives in the room at the top of the house. Peter has been unable to pay the rent, and now owes nearly three months. Karen and Peter have guessed that Peter swings both ways, because they are fairly sure that he as had sex both with girls and men in his room. One day, when Karen brings up the post, she found his door open, is computer was on, so she sneaked a look on his PC. Here she finds both pictures of men and girls, and story involving bisexual sex. Later that same day she tells John. Both John and Karen are bisexual swingers, although since the children have arrived, they haven't played so much. However the current situation as given Karen an idea and they begin to plan. --------------------------------------------- Peter was working away at his essay; he'd been working on since 6 o'clock this morning and he'd given up trying to sleep. The essay's importance and the imminent hand in date meant that it had been constantly on his mind for days now. He'd been ill when it had been originally due, and been permitted a chance to resubmitted the work at the end of the summer break. Other than this one essay, he had graduated from his course, doing quite done well, not as well as he'd hoped, but well enough. Despite this, he was finding that getting a half-decent Job hard, soon he'd have to take a job, any job, because he was way behind on his rent, and had just enough to buy food, and not much of that either. His Landlords, Karen and John had been good about it, mainly because they'd liked him and he'd been there living in the room on the second floor of the house for over three years. He didn't make a lot of noise, and had few friends around, didn't come in late. Of course, he had girls around, and one or two males that he'd met through the internet when was in the mood, but he been careful about not making it too obvious, their where the children to consider. Even though it was a big house, noise travelled, he could always here the children, and some nights, later, when the kids were asleep or at the grandparents, he could hear the sound of Karen and John fucking. Peter tried not to listen, but Karen was quite vocal, especially recently, often screaming obscenities; normally Karen never swore, and was very strict about the boys using bad language. The fact that Karen never swore made it all the more erotic. She was very attractive, in fact, they both were, John was big, well built; Karen slim but slightly over weight, yet still very good looking. Peter had often fantasised about them, wanking as he listened to them, alone at night in his room. However nothing had ever happened, Peter, despite living with them for three years, was still shy and awkward in their presence, and to be honest, he found Karen a little bit intimidating. Anyway, better get on, as he dragged his thoughts back to the essay, right just pop to the bathroom, and then another hour, and I'll call it a day he told himself. He walked out of his room, and went down the stairs to the first floor, where the bathroom was located. He turned the bathroom door handle to see if it was locked, no, its open, and walked in, and there in front of was Karen, naked, drying her wet skin off. He froze speechless, as Karen looked up, yet instead of screaming or telling him to get out, or even covering herself, she stood there, fully naked, exposed. After a few seconds, she smiled and said "enjoying the view?" This snapped Peter back into reality, he stammered his apologises, and rapidly retreated out of the door, closing it after himself, and almost ran back to his room, his face red with embarrassment. Once Peter had settled down, he thought about what he'd just seen, his landlady naked, and not only naked, she hadn't even attempted to cover that nakedness, and her pussy, it was smooth, unshaven, that image above all else was fixed in his mind. Even though he was still feeling the effects of his embarrassment, his cock was rapidly hardening as the mental image of his landlady swam through his mind. He turned to his computer and closed the word document, and then opened his thumbnail viewer and moved into his folders where his porn was. He stood, and undid is trousers, letting then full and then settled back into his chair, his hand now wanking his cock as he looked at the pictures, in his mind, he imaged they were Karen. For a few days, Peter managed to avoid seeing Karen, when he finally did run into her; he began to blush and go very red and was even more awkward than normal. Karen had asked him if he was ok, and smiled knowingly. All he could do was blush even redder and then retreat to the refuge of his room. Well the essay had been done, and handed in and now he could relax a little, but really must get a job. He needed money and he needed to start getting back up to date with is rent. He'd filled in a housing benefit claim form, and they'd told it would take at least 12 weeks, and now it was 12 weeks and they were saying another two to three weeks. So, off the jobcentre and see what's available. Peter came downstairs to the first floor, just before the bathroom, he suddenly came to halt in surprise, John, Karen's husband, was coming out of the bathroom, drying his hair, but that wasn't what made Peter come to such a sudden halt. John was stark naked, and not only start naked, but his cock was standing half erect. "Oh hi Peter, sorry this, left my dressing gown in the bedroom, and there was only one towel" announced John, but instead of moving pass Peter towards his and Karen's room, he stood there in front of Peter, blocking the passage way. Peter mumbled a reply that it was "ok". "Right, actually while you here, ehhh Karen asked me to talk to you about the rent; to be honest we're getting concerned about it" John told Peter, at the same time one his hands moved and started caressing his cock. Peter's eyes caught the motion. "Sorry, I am trying, I'll get in touch with the Benefits people, they told me I should have some money bye not...I'll ring them again." Peter tailed of, mind distracted by what Johns hand was doing. John was standing there naked, unabashed, his cock erect, his hand sliding up and down his shaft as he openly wanked his cock. Peter could not take his eyes off it, god it was the biggest cock he'd ever seen, though wonder Karen made so much noise, its wonder she wasn't screaming the house down he thought. "Ok well sorry but that's not enough, we're both getting a bit fed up, it's not that we don't like you, you're a great guy Peter, and good a lodger, and we like having you here, but three months rent is a lot of money" John told him. "You can't even tell us if and when you can start paying again, so Karen and I had a chat, and basically Peter, you've got two choices, either pack your bags and get out, or take it up the arse". Peter stood there, speechless, his brain not wanting to accept what he'd just heard, and not just the words, but the open and forthright way in which they were said, yet despite his surprise, he could not drag his eyes away from Johns cock, Christ it was so big. John had made jokes about this before, at least Peter had assumed they'd been jokes, and hadn't he'd fantasised about this very thing, perhaps they'd guessed somehow, had Karen told John about the bathroom indecent, he wondered. John could see the surprise in Peter face, however, he also could see that Peter was not shocked by the suggestion, the direction and intensity of Peter's gaze told him that Karen had been right, he did play for both sides. "Right, it's up to you, but if you staying, your arse is ours, starting now, either get on your knees, now, or start packing" commanded John, he paused for a second and then repeated his command "now get on your knees". Peter hesitated, "I errr...." "I'm not fucking interested in excuses, now get on you knees or get out", John cut him off. John was now standing right in front of Peter, whose back was now up against the wall, John's hands were placed on his hips, and thrust slightly forward, making is massive erection even more pronounced. Slowly Peter lowered himself down onto his knees, he had to move his head to one side to avoid John's cock, but Johns hand reached out and stopped the movement, and now the cock was pressed against Peters face. Peter knew what was required; he adjusted his position and opened his mouth, and let his lips slide over the massive cock head. John placed hands behind Peter's head, and then pushed his cock into Peter's mouth; and began to pump it back and forth, slowly and shallow at first, almost like jerks. Peter's lips were forced open and stretched wide. God, I've never had something so big my mouth, he thought, still struggling to accept John size. He began to push his tongue against Johns bell end, pressing against it each time it was pushed into his mouth, he heard John make a satisfied grunt each time. Now the thrust were a bit deeper, each time pushing in about a third of the length of the cock, but even then it was filling his mouth to bursting, and Peter was struggling to move is tongue when it was in. After a few minutes John changed his motion again, this time he made some rapid pumping thrusts, and then pulled back and held it, allowing Peter to flick and slide his tongue over the end of his cock. John told him "Hmmmm fuck you're good, oh Christ you good cocksucker....uuurrr" losing coherence and tailing of into a groan. He took a firm grip of Peters head, pumping away, pauses, and then pumping away, until Peter good feel john muscles tensing up, and then suddenly, John cock pushed hard, forcing its way in deeper, then he pulled it out, before Peter could catch his breath, John thrust forward again, pushing Peters head against the wall, face fucking him hard. He kept thrusting back and forward, almost making Peter choke, until as John cock came forward again, Peter felt the first warm, thick, taste of spunk spurt into his mouth. John let out a long groan, he pulled back and thrust forward again, another spurt of spunk pumped into Peter mouth, causing John to groan even louder and Peter to swallow, there was no where else for it to go. Again and again John pumped his cock in and out of Peter mouth, each time making more spunk spurt into his mouth; some had dribbled out of the side of his mouth. Slowly Johns pumping grew slower and shallower, and he relaxed his grip. "Fuck that was something, you dirty cock sucker, and you swallowed it too, dirty little cunt" he told Peter. Peter would like to have replied that he hadn't been given the choice, but he was still sucking on John semi hard cock. Just then they both heard "urrhhhh ummmmm, I see you boys are having fun together, how naughty of you to start without me". Both men turned their heads to look in the direction of the voice, although Peter was restricted by the cock still in his mouth, still quite hard, but he could just see. Karen was standing there, leaning against the wall, in her power business suit; although even with a cock in his mouth, he noticed that the skirt was a lot shorter than it normally was. "Fuck, Karen, he can suck cock like a pro, almost has good as you" "Really, well I hope he can lick a pussy as well as he sucks cock" she replied. She walked over to the two men, "let's go into the bedroom and find out shall we?" John let his cock slip out of Peter's mouth, and then offered him a hand and pulled him up off his knees. Peter followed John and Karen into their bed room. "Sit over there John" she indicated the chair, "and come here Peter". Peter did as he was told, and Karen placed her arm around him and then placed her lips over his mouth, and began to kiss him and suck over his mouth, his own mouth opened in response, she pushed her deep tongue inside his mouth. At the same time she pressed her body against his erection in is trousers. She kissed him long and slow, when she finally pulled away, licking the trace of semen of Peters face, her hand came down and squeezed his crouch. "Hmmmmm I love the taste of spunk in another mans mouth, now take off your clothes Peter and lets see what we have here" giving his crouch another squeeze. Peter took his clothes off, a bit self-consciously but with little hesitation, Karen remained standing, hands on hips, watching him, and so was John, sitting there naked, in the corner. Soon Peter was soon naked. "Hmmm nice, very nice, give me a twirl" commanded Karen. Peter did has he was told. "Nice isn't he John, what do you think of his arse?" "Cute, nice and tight" John replied. Peter blushed. Karen gripped her short skirt and began pulling it up around her hips, Peter gasped when he saw that underneath she was naked except for her tights and suspenders, simple, black ones, yet extremely sexy. Karen smiled at Peter's very obvious reaction, men are so easy to please she thought. "Hmmm you like" she asked? Peter simply nodded his head in reply. "You've been thinking about my pussy, haven't you?" Again Peter just nodded his head. "Well then, get on the bed, on your back" she ordered. Peter did has he was told and settled back. He looked over has he felt the bed shift as Karen kneeled on the bed, and then lifted her leg over his body, and straddled him, so that she was astride his chest. She lowered herself down onto him so that her pussy was pressing against his chest and began to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing it against Peter's skin. Slowly she shifted her knees and moved herself up his body, keeping her pussy in contact with his body all the time. He could feel her wetness on his skin. She rubbed it against his chin, but then raised herself up, so that her pussy was several inches above his face, his nostrils were filled with the scent of her arousal. "Enjoying the view" he heard Karen say, and then she began to lower her now very wet pussy down onto Peter face, his mouth opened to meet her. His eyes closed as her wet cunt lips settled onto his mouth, and he kissed it, sucking, drawing in her juices into his mouth, relishing the taste on his lips and tongue, and then pushing his tongue into her cunt, pushing it in as deep as it would go, at the same time he felt Karen push down. He licked his tongue around, trying to get it in as deep as he could, and the slid it back out and licked around her pussy lips before sliding it back in again as deeply as before, he kept this up, repeating the process. Karen hands came down and twisted into his hair, he could hear her cries and groans, her thighs gripped his head, relaxed and the tensed up again. He shifted his position slightly so that he could place his mouth over her clit, and then he kissed it, and then sucked on it, pulling it into his mouth, above Karen groans grew louder, and her grip tighter. Peter sucked on her clit, probed it with is tongue and then nibbled it with is teeth, brining Karen to her first orgasm, the pain of Karen's grip on his hair was almost unbearable, and her downward pressure momentary smothered him, preventing him from breathing for what seamed like minutes. Slowly Karen's grip relaxed, but she did not lift herself of, so Peter carried on, licking, sucking and gently nibbling, while she stroked his head. Karen suddenly she lifted herself up, rising her thigh, and swivelled around, so that she was now facing the other way, and lowered herself back down, giving Peter view of both her holes, she shuffled herself so that her cunt was back on Peters mouth, but the new position meant that his noise was now firmly between her big round cheeks, and a faint musky aroma began to combine with the sweet smell of her pussy. He felt a hand grip is very hard cock, in fact so hard that it was almost painful. Then he felt rougher, firmer hands grips his ankles, he could feel his legs being pushed back, right back, the hand holding his cock let go, and then he felt another pair of hands grip and hold onto his ankles, and the rougher one realised there grip. Peter felt something touch him between what were very exposed cheeks, something cold, wet and slippery, he felt it push in between his cheeks, and he realised that it was John's fingers, sliding lubricant between his cheeks. Peter tried to relax, as the finger began to probe his arse, and pushing in, deep, then it went away for a second. Then it was back but this time, it was two, and not too gentle either, but pleasant enough. Ever this since an ex-girlfriend talked Peter into being tied up and dildo-fucked, he'd enjoyed something long and hard in his arse, mind the size of what was coming made him shiver, and had he'd not been down under Karen cunt he might have ran away, but perhaps not. The fingers where still pumping his arse, he'd stopped licking for the moment, but Karen was rocking back and forth, rubbing herself over his mouth and noise. Again the fingers were pulled away, but this time something much bigger and harder replaced them. It was now pushing between his arse cheeks, spreading them, it rested against his arsehole for a second, then the pushed forward, the pressure building up as it forced its way into Peter tight arsehole. With the pressure came pain, building up, until he was crying out loudly, yet muffled by Karen's cunt, in his mind he was screaming ooohhh Goood take it out take it out its too big. The cock pushed in and then stopped, allowing Peter to get use to it, for the intensity of the pain to lessen. Again he felt hands swap there grip, and then Karen shifted her position, leaning forward, allowing Peter to breath more freely for a second, then he felt her hand wanking his cock, and then her lips on his cock. At that moment, he felt the pressure building again, as John pushed his cock in, meeting resistance, he pulled back and then pushed in again, and causing Peter to cry out, but neither Karen nor John took any notice. John now started pumping his cock back forward, fucking slowly into Peter, with each forward pump, going in a bit deeper, and causing him to cry out each time. However the pain was lessoning as he became used to Peters size, and with the sensations caused my Karen's lips sliding up and down his cock, it was exquisite. Peter returned his attention to Karen's pussy and clit, and began to lick, nibble and kiss between thrust of Johns cock. Peter managed to work one of his arms around and began to finger Karen. He could not tell how much of John huge cock was in him, it felt like all of it, but he guessed that it couldn't be much more than half its length, but he could feel John pumping faster and faster, while Karen was practically swallowing him whole, he didn't think he was going to last much longer. A thought came into his head and he reached up with is hand, Karen's cheeks were spread exposing her own anal rosebud, and Peter began to push and probe it with finger, while licking her pussy, which was quite an achievement considering the position he was in. He pushed his finger in, and felt rather than heard Karen's grunt of surprise. She pushed back a little to meet his thrusting finger. Peter tried to concentrate on fucking his finger in and out of Karen's arse, but the combination of John cock shafting him and Karen's sucking where just too much for him, and let himself fall back, abandoning himself the twin sources of pleasure sweeping over him. Payment in Kind He could feel is own orgasm building up, and suddenly he was there, he groaned out loudly, and began to pump his spunk into Karen's mouth, and like Peter earlier, she continued to suck and swallow, drawing out the orgasm, so much so that it almost bordered upon painful. John, sensing Peter's orgasm was beginning to pump faster, making long hard thrust, fucking his cock deep into Peter's rectum, using Peter's legs to pull himself into him. He was surprised that Peter could take him, Karen couldn't despite, being into anal fucking, he'd see if eventually Peter could take his whole length and with that thought John lost himself in his own orgasm and for the second time, filled Peter with his spunk. -------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading my story, comments should either be sent via my email using the link on the web page, drop me a line, especially if you are a women who likes to see a man get fucked. Even better is a women who wants to use a strap-on a guy and lives in the UK....ops sorry reality just popped out for a quick breather for a second or two. At some point there will a sequel or second part to this story. All suggestions are welcome. Payment in Kind Ch. 01 "Ah Kat, here as an ambassador to butter me up?" "Hardly. I'm here to tell you I can get you the money --" "Well then, where is it, lover?" "Look, at the moment, he doesn't have it -- we don't have it, but we know people who might --" "A deadline is a deadline." "Look, I told you this before, just give us a month, we don't shirk our debts, honestly!" "Yes well, I've told you this before. That money was owed to me two months ago. You know the rules." "Ian, really we've been trying desperately --" "Don't bother. After all, I tend to find people a bit more earnest in the earning after a little persuasion" At this he cracked his knuckles and gave a little smirk which was impossible for her to misinterpret. She had seen the tortures he had inflicted on those disheveled and bankrupt gamblers, as he and his friends shuffled them out the back door to an unlicensed van that sped rapidly onward to an underworld she couldn't and didn't even want to imagine. "Please, you can't hurt him. For my sake, please. If I ever meant anything at all to you, you wouldn't do this!" "Inconsistency is weakness, lover. I'm here to protect my investments, not the feelings of an impoverished ex. You were heartless to me when you left me, I think its fair that I exercise the same prerogative." "Is that what this is about? Wanting to see me as miserable as possible?" "While that thought is rather appealing to me, it doesn't change the fact that my job is my job. I've gotta be paid - cash or blood. I suppose you could say Visa isn't everywhere you want to be." "And you'll exact your revenge no matter what I do or say?" "Well, that is true, up to a point. You see, the debt must be paid somehow..." He continued pacing around and around her chair like a hawk waiting to strike, glaring at her with predatory eyes. Nervously she fidgeted with her bracelets, trying to gain the upper hand in their staring contest. She stood up and faced him. "Fine, you Shylock -- you want revenge, you want your pound of flesh, take mine instead " At this he gave a low laugh and stopped his pacing to look her directly in the eyes, obscured as they were by tears. "Ahhh -- now we're getting closer to a bargain I can live with." "This never had anything to do with him did it? Fine, Let em take me. Beat me to a pulp instead" "Hmm, nice offer... but not quite what I was looking for. You see, Joe owes me one thing, you owe me another -- payment in kind is what I'd like to call it." "What?" "But first, I want to see you grovel at my feet. I want you to beg me on your knees to spare your fucking husband's life!" "But I already have!" she responded indignantly. He reached forward to smooth her hair in an almost soothing gesture. "Not to my satisfaction you haven't, and for once the important thing is after all, pleasing me. I'm almost beginning to doubt your love for your darling husband. Wouldn't he do anything to save you, lover?" At the mention of his old term of endearment, she immediately prickled. "Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that?! Goddammit, I swear, if you hurt him, there will be hell to pay! I'll -" "What? Call the police? Sorry, don't think they're much of a help in this situation. Its occasionally good to have friends in low places. You know me -- Mr. Popular. So you'll just have to face facts. Now go on and beg me like a good little girl -- I'm sure you know how," he snarled. Letting tears slip down from her eyes onto her white blouse, she slowly lowered herself onto her knees, whispering inaudibly and looked up at him from the ground, before losing her nerve and turning her intense gaze to implore the carpet instead. "Please, Ian, please spare my husband -- don't kill him, don't hurt him! Oh please God! I'll do anything, just don't do that -- I couldn't bear it." She tried blinking back her tears to look back up at him and try and discern the look in his eyes. As his face emerged from the blur, she saw the glare of unrepressed malice triumphantly glowing. "Anything, eh? Let's just test that then, shall we? All right - you said yourself, your flesh for his flesh..." "What?" He didn't answer. He bent down to look her level in the eyes, and smirked. "Stop it, you're scaring me..." "I know. And I mean to," he replied. At this, he quickly knelt down beside her and in one sudden stroke, pushed his hand up her skirt, crudely cupping her naked pussy with his left hand, smirking as his fingers met their target. "You even dressed for the occasion, I see." In dismay, she quickly tried to pull away but his right hand quickly grasped her neck, holding her in place, forcing her to look into his eyes, all the while pressing into her cunt with greater and greater force. "You can't.... be serious... " she barely managed to pant out over the rush of adrenaline and blood that were now crashing through her brain. His knuckles were turning white in his ferocity to grip her, hold her as tightly as possible. "I want everything you owe me, and you owe me a hell of a lot." He quickly released his hold on her and kissed her neck deeply. "Payment in kind" he growled. He roughly shoved her to the floor, ran over to his nightstand and picked up the phone, thrusting it in her face. "Call him now. Tell him your sister's agreed to give you the money, but you want to stay with her for the week." She gasped, her muscles still unwilling to react, to speak, to move, to run and escape. Instead she rose her head to meet his eyes in confusion and anger. "Don't give me that look. You, my lover, said the magic word -- anything. Now you'll just have to take the punishment you've had coming for a very long time," he drawled as he encircled her waist with his right arm and held the phone up to her ear. She started squirming furiously in his grasp, and surprisingly he shifted his weight, drew up a hand and smoothed down her skirt with his left hand, then loosened his hold on her waist and caressed her neck, brushing her hair aside. "Make it convincing" he quietly whispered in her ear, before dialing the number for her and pressing the phone to her temple. She softly whimpered, wishing she could afford to recoil into herself or to flee as she so desperately wanted to. She prayed that Joe would hear the panic in her voice, suspect something, anything, perhaps rush to her rescue? But if he did? She knew he'd be a dead man if her final wish did come true. She was at this man's mercy for better or for worse. She gritted her teeth and tried to steel herself for the lies she was about to tell. The phone kept ringing. When was he going to pick up the phone? She needed to hear his voice now more than ever, to remind herself of why she was doing this, why she was surrendering herself to this man again. Suddenly the loud voices of two people laughing and in love filled her ears. The answering machine. The sweet and happy joint message they had made together just a few months ago. She could hardly stand to hear it now. Quickly glancing over at Ian, the face of iron resolve, she struggled to put on her game face and nervously chattered into the phone "Hey darling, I have some wonderful news -- my sister's agreed to lend us the money! She said she'd Western Union it to the slimy bastard..." At this she paused and stared straight into Ian's eyes. His features darkened. "but I think I'm gonna stay up here for the week. If you really need to reach me, just call my cell since you know my sister is allergic to phones. I miss you bunches already, and Joe -- don't ever doubt how much I really love you -- you know, I love you Joe --" Her voice was becoming sadder by the minute as she started crying. Ian wrenched the phone from her hands and hung up for her. "Nice trick with the cell phone. You honestly think I'd let him interrupt us? Where is it, Kat? Hand it over to me right now." She held her head in her hands, stifling her sobs, refusing to look up at Ian. "Its in my purse -- I'll go shut it off" "Oh no you don't" He reached over to grab her purse and poured the contents of it out on the floor, snatching up her keys and her cellphone. In a savage motion he stomped on her cell phone until the plastic casing cracked, then threw the remains along with her keys off of the deck adjoining the room. "What did you do that for?" "For your own good, lover. You should remember you're in no position to argue with me now, so accept your fate." He coolly walked over to her and put both of his hands on her neck as if he were going to strangle her, then turned it into a gentle massaging motion. She relaxed a little in his hands. As frightened as she was, she was beginning to grasp exactly how futile her weak attempts at resistance were, and exactly how strong his hold was on her. "Good girl. Now let's start with some preliminary reparations." She perked her head up, her fear rushing back to her, but not daring to speak. "Yes, reparations. You're going to put your knees on that carpet again, only this time you're going to do it my way. Beg my forgiveness, apologize for being the fucking whore that you are and beg me to punish you, in any way I see fit. Oh and lover, make it convincing." Once again she dropped to her knees in front of the man she loathed. How could she ever have loved him? His features were still handsome, though certainly more rugged after years as a tough. The wild eyes, though, those she had never seen before. At this moment, he looked like a man capable of anything. She could hardly breathe, her heart was pounding so fast. She had no choice, but somewhere inside of her she kept insisting that she must have some option, somehow, that she did have rights as a human being, a right to not obey this man. She had somehow reached this point of no return. "I'm sorry." She croaked throatily. "And..? Tell me what you are, what you're going to do." The glee behind his words was palpable. "I'm a... slut and I'm going to make up for the bad way I treated you." She could barely get through the whole sentence, she was so nervous. "Tut tut, I know you can do better than that. You know what, why don't I just tell you what to say, hmm? Okay? You can start with 'I'm sorry Ian, for being such a little fuckslut.' -- Go on!" "I'm sorry Ian, for being such a little fuckslut," she repeated mechanically. "And I want you to show me the error of my ways -- fuck me, beat me, use me however you want." At this, she started crying again, but still struggled on and repeated his words. After she finished she looked up into his eyes again and found them fixed on her, as if expecting her to do something. "Well, I'm sure you know what you're supposed to do now. It hasn't been that long since you were last in my bed," he sarcastically commented. He moved closer to her kneeling form so that the bulge in his pants was unavoidable, right there at her eye level. "Yes," she whispered as she took a hold of his belt and slowly undid the loop, sliding it softly from around his waist and setting it on the floor next to her. As she began to unbutton the top of his pants and unzip his fly, she thought about the first time she had found herself in this position. Ian had taken her to a book release party thrown by one of his publicist friends, and he couldn't keep his hands off her. Kat had had a few drinks and they were about to leave for his place, when Ian suddenly pushed her into the small den close to the entrance hall and locked the door. She remembered wanting so desperately to please him, she would have offered him her soul if he'd only asked. As it was, she just offered him her body there on a stranger's carpet. Payment In Kind: Final Installment She was like a little girl again looking eagerly out of the car window as it sped through the countryside. Everything looked so new and fresh, so green and alive. For three weeks she had been kept in the house submitting to the sexual whims of her many visitors, and many there had been. She had no idea of the total number of strangers who had used her body, only that after the first day, which seemed so long ago now, she had accepted her fate without thought. Charlie had descended into a drunken shadow of his former self. He could not accept things as they were, knowing that he was responsible. It was about the third week that her ice calm acceptance had cracked. She had been especially active most of the day and was lying on the bed exhausted. She had drifted off to sleep for a short while and when she woke up, still lying there on top of the foul smelling, stained sheets, it was dark. Charlie hadn't come up as he usually did to run her bath. Forcing her eyes to stay open she had gone naked down the stairs to find him lying there on the floor snoring in a deep and drunken coma. The coffee table, the one they had bought back from their holiday in Wales, was lying on its side where it had tipped over, spilling the full ashtray and nearly empty whisky bottle onto the carpet. The room smelt of stale tobacco, stale drink and stale sweat. At first she had just looked at him and then slowly her anger began to build, the first genuine emotion she had experience for sixteen days. 'You…pig', she muttered, 'you dirty, filthy, drunken pig. Look at you. Look at yourself. You stupid, stupid man…' As she spoke dormant emotions began to return as she felt the beginning of rippling spasms invade then vanquish her muscle control. The real world, at first only dimly hinted at, suddenly and without warning flooded her mind, memories she had buried deep into the darkest reaches of her being became solid, tangible thoughts. Anger built quickly into rage as her tired, aching, body discovered the energy of hatred. 'What the fuck have you got to be drunk about. Oh yes I say fuck now Charlie boy, and cunt and bugger, and cock. Not like the little woman you knew a few weeks ago am I Charlie boy?" her sarcasm was heavy and her growing contempt palpable. "It's funny what you can learn on a crash course of whoredom isn't it Charlie? Do you want to hear more? Do you want to know what I've been doing Charlie? ANSWER ME YOU CUNTING BASTARD! You want to know what I've been drinking, want to know how many cocks I've had up my cunt, up my arse, in my mouth. Do you Charlie do you?' Her rage was changing. It was growing into hysteria. 'What do you think I was doing Charlie? Playing fucking monopoly? While you drank your stupid, pathetic self into a sodding stupor.' She was now pacing the room looking at the man on the floor, trembling violently. 'And do you know what Charlie? They think I'm good. ME! The woman who only did it straight or not at all. The housewife and homemaker. Well you should see her now, bouncing between the cocks of two men as they use her for their sexual fantasy. Or three men Charlie, all at the fucking same time. And once Charlie, you know what? I even managed to fit two men up my cunt at once." She half laughed, half choked as her self control deteriorated even further. "How about that hey? hey? Fucking good hey?' Her body was now perspiring heavily, she couldn't focus properly she could only see inwards, into the life she had led for three weeks. 'And there's another thing Charlie, I know what hog-tied is and a dentist's brace and the Catholic horse… I know a lot of things Charlie', her contempt, rage and hysteria grew to breaking point "I know all about fisting, oh yes I know all about that alright and here's the funny thing Charlie boy the longer it went on the more I got used to it. Funny Charlie? Too bastard right it's funny because the more I got used to it the more I fucking liked it. I liked the whippings and the buggerings and the fuckings and the suckings. I liked everything they did to me. Not only liked it Charles, I CUNTING CRAVED IT…craved it…craved it…', as the realisation hit home her voice dropped almost to a whisper, tears began to form, 'I fucking craved it…and I've got you to thank…' her voice was no longer audible. She dropped to her knees next to her husband, put her head in her hands and let the new knowledge consume her. Then. "Aaaaagggghhhh!!", the scream was primeval, the scream came from her most inner self and the scream continued long after she had picked up the heavy glass ashtray and began smashing it into bone, cracking it against gristle and breaking it against teeth. It continued long after her husband died. But that had been last week. Whoever controlled her life now had organised everything. All she had to do was to keep entertaining the visitors. She felt no sense of loss over Charles, no remorse and certainly no guilt. She felt…nothing. Her life had now taken a different path. The car passed through villages and she looked longingly at the shops wishing she could stop the car and go into one of them, if only for a moment, just knowing she could buy something if she wanted. But she was taken on towards her destination. She knew that with Charles's death the debt was technically cleared but she also knew that she was now willingly embarking on a trip from which she may never return. She smiled to herself as they drove between two large wrought iron gates into what she thought was a park. 'A trip from which she may never return', she thought, 'what kind of melodrama was that?' She knew that the men who had guarded her this last week had sensed the change and she knew that reports had been delivered to whomever they reported to. She realised she was fast becoming an asset. As they drove on a bit further she noticed they weren't in a park at all, but somebody's estate, somebody's very large estate. Her curiosity began to grow and when the house came into view it grew even larger. It was everything she had ever seen in the pages of Vogue or Majesty or Town and Country. It was huge. The car pulled into a circular gravel driveway and finally came to a halt at the bottom of wide, stone steps leading up to a solid looking pair of stud covered doors. There was no welcoming committee like there would have been if this were a film. No line of servants bowing and curtsying deferentially as she passed disdainfully by. No, there was just the walk up the steps, the wait whilst someone from inside came to open the door and the sense of being almost hustled into the building. She had grown almost fond of the two men who had looked after her since Charles' death, and it was with a mild shock and a sense of abandonment when she realised that they were going over to a half opened door whilst two strangers had taken up positions on either side of her and were leading her down a long carpeted corridor. That was the last she saw of her guardians for four days. Only a very select few had any contact with her. And those few had a job to do. The next time anyone saw her she was a woman who, although still retaining an underlying look of innocence, had the practised poise of someone who would largely be unaffected by whatever she would be asked to experience. They brought her, naked, into the small but luxurious cinema and led her to her reserved seat. As she sank into the soft coverings she saw that there were six other members of the audience, for audience is what she assumed they were. But to her there was nothing to hide any more. The lights dimmed and then went out leaving the chamber in darkness. The screen flickered into life showing a swarthy, fit looking man dressed in an Arab djellabyia,, a long, flowing robe reaching to his ankles. She could see that the jewels on the man's fingers and on his clothing and around his neck hanging from two or three chains were real. And she accepted it. She accepted the display of enormous wealth. The man began to speak. His soft hypnotic tones reached into her and seduced her as she realised he was talking about her, about her training and about her value. He went on to describe her body and her temperament and finally he described at length her physical features. She knew now the man was making a promotions film, a film in which she was the product. She had no feelings about the matter but just sat there watching the screen. The man disappeared from view and a new scene took his place. She recognised herself. Chained naked facing a wall in what appeared to be a dank dungeon from an early horror movie. She remembered that dungeon and as the whip lashed for the first time on her naked back she remembered the pain. The screen her screeched out the agony she felt and struggled against the bonds that tied her tightly to the iron ring embedded into the stone wall. The whip lashed down a second time. She saw the screen her dance the dance of the tormented as the fire of the lash scorched deeply into her flesh. A third time and the screen her slumped against her bonds no longer able to hold on to consciousness. She looked at the screen dispassionately but with a growing feeling of eroticism. She relived the pain but she also relived the feeling of total, wanton, submission. The screen her came to very slowly. The audience in the viewing room was now totally silent. Watching. Waiting. Anticipating. The lash fell a fourth time on the back of the screen her adding another welt to those already visible. She remembered her body in pain and she remembered her body responding to that pain. A hand from an unseen man sitting next to her reached over and began gently squeezing and kneading her left breast. She sighed as she felt her body begin to melt to the inevitable. And as the lash fell for the fifth and sixth time she half closed her eyes remembering her lubricating juices flooding out of her vagina before she had once again slumped into oblivion. As the screen dimmed and then lightened again showing a different scene, a different room, the man on her right reached and took her other breast in his hand. His mouth covered her hardening nipple and gently chewed on the swelling flesh. She moaned and watched through hooded eyes as the screen her was placed in a kneeling position in a room which appeared to be furnished from wall to wall and floor to ceiling with large, soft pads. A man entered carrying a wide leather belt with two large dildos dangling from it. The screen her offered no resistance as the man inserted them into her cunt and arse, and she offered no resistance when he secured her hands behind her back. In the viewing room the real her was moaning softly as the hands and the mouth caressed her body. Legs were prised apart and fingers reached down to a throbbing vagina. She gasped in perfect timing with the screen her. She looked and saw a small digital clock displayed in the top right hand corner of the screen and as the screen her began to moan and gasp the clock began to count the seconds. She remembered and by remembering brought the real her further into heat. Her labia softened and puffed gently, her juices began flowing faster and her breasts ached and pulsed under the continuing caresses. The real her had now slid down into her seat with her head almost at the base of the backrest, but she could still see the screen. And on the screen the woman who was her was reaching a shattering climax. The clock displayed three minutes, and the real her knew there was a long time to go. Her view was blocked as a third man stood in front of her. The sound of unzipping and the feel of cock in her mouth thrusting towards her throat. The pause, the gathering of muscle and then the swallow as she took the flesh of him into her gullet, working her throat. As her real body was being brought to climax the screen her was keening like a strangled kitten as yet another orgasm reached its peak. The throat of the real her in the viewing room was swamped with the man's spunk as he spurted and spurted into her, the throat of the screen her was hoarse from the cries and screeches of ecstasy. The real her reached her first climax whilst the screen her reached her tenth. Her view was clear again and she saw the digital clock had moved on forty-five minutes. And she knew they were watching a time lapse film. She knew because she remembered. There were many hours to go yet. The audience were all breathing heavily as they watched the sexual marathon of the screen her. They too noticed the occasional jump forward in the time. But they didn't need that to show them the hours that had past. The screen her was now an animal. Lines of lust were etched deep into her skin. Hair plastered to her scalp, saliva running in a stream, from her gaping mouth to hang in fragile strings of moisture to her breasts. Those breasts swollen to bursting point the nipples impossibly elongated and hard. The screen her rolled constantly around on the floor experiencing orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. The real her was led to the side of the seating area where the men satisfied their lust on the real her while watching the sexual torment of the screen her. The world was becoming confusing. Who was the real her? Who was the screen her? Was there a real her…? Then she was released and led back to her seat, the sperm of many men covering her body, her lips, her face. Inside the real her sperm left the body in large white globules to run down her thighs. The screen her was now nothing but an orgasmic, jerking, thrashing puppet. The clock said five hours. The screen went dark. A slight pause then a different scene and a new her. Time had passed. No clock showed on the screen but the screen her was clean, freshly bathed and newly rested. The real her knew what was to follow and she smiled. Almost before the audience could settle down to watch the screen her, she was already masturbating herself in the darkness, gently rubbing her clitoris feeling the response to her own caresses. The screen her was tied lengthways face down over a wooden bench like contraption with a raised centrepiece that fitted against her stomach raising her buttocks high into the air. Her head had been pulled down almost to floor level and a padded hoop had been fastened around the back of her neck and to the contraption. The real her remembered again the close view she had had of the floor. And the real her remembered the sounds. The men who sat either side left her alone. The entire audience sat transfixed as they watched the screen her and listened to the sounds of passion coming from the real her. The real her watched herself lying there and knew that the screen her had been ignorant of what was about to happen. She remembered the screen her lying, waiting, and she remembered the screen her hearing the door open. The real her gasped at what she saw, even in her mounting passion, as she masturbated more furiously. The screen her heard nothing but the sound of claws on stone. The real her watched in a state of sexual frenzy as she orgasmed. The screen her saw nothing but heard the soft sound of whining and felt the mounting and the claws on her back and then the entry. The real her saw the animal, the screen her heard it. The real her gasped out her climax as she watched the bestial coupling, the screen her felt it. The union was quick. The screen her lay there panting loudly, unable to move, the real her continued to rub and pull at her labia and clitoris as she knew that the screen her could only hear the sound of other, larger, claws on stone… The film was over, the audience had left. She was in her bedroom thinking about the following day. She was under no illusions. She knew that she had become involved in a massive world-wide organisation. An organisation that had incredible wealth. And she knew too that the film was to be her sales video for potential customers to view her, and, if they liked what they saw, to buy her. One other thing she knew was that, in the morning, she was leaving England and being flown to an island off the coast of West Africa. Beyond those small tit-bits of knowledge she knew nothing. As she got into bed and snuggled down between the soft, luxurious satin sheets, she smiled to herself. With her newly discovered sexual obsession she had no fear of what the future would bring. She thought she could cope… She slept…