This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com From eman@best.comTue Jul 16 23:40:38 1996 Date: 17 JUL 1996 03:16:04 GMT From: E Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: REPOST: The Tape Slaves (mc, sci-fi, philosophy) - (5/10) BEGIN --- CUT HERE --- Cut Here --- cut here --- about it, I'd be willing to listen." "Hard to talk," Gina whispered. "Yeah, I can imagine. They have to run a tube down your throat to pump your stomach. Still, I can guarantee it hurts less than a broken leg. You know, a housefly did this to me." Gina wore a look of confusion. "Really. Have a seat and I'll tell you about it." Soon Gina was smiling as he related his story. "So I see him up there on the ceiling. Slowly I turned, step by step, inch by inch. I rolled up the magazine and climbed onto my desk. He's just sitting there, and I'm crouching down. All of a sudden I jump up and swat at the ceiling. I miss both him and the desk on the way down. The next thing I know, I'm on my back and I can see the sole of my shoe. You never expect to see the soles of your shoes while you're wearing them. Then the pain kicked in." The man grimaced. "There's a piece of bone sticking out through a tear in my pants and I start screaming my head off. Someone comes in and finds me and calls the ambulance. The real killer is that, while I'm laying there, the damn fly comes back down and lands on my leg. So I swat him again." The man slapped his hand lightly against the cast. "Only harder. Hey, it's not that funny!" Gina nodded vigorously. "OK, maybe it is that funny. So I've been here a month and they say maybe another couple of weeks or so I can go home. In the meantime, my only pleasure is to insult the nurses and read. You know, the worst thing about the hospital isn't the pain or the manhandling the staff gives you, it's the isolation. Nothing to do, no one to talk to, you spend the whole day trapped inside your own head." Gina looked away. "There I go again! Sorry, kiddo. So what do you think's going to happen with you and your folks." Gina got the note her mother had written and gave it to the man. He read it, then looked thoughtful for a moment. "Most extraordinary. What do you think about this?" "They still love each other." "I don't think they ever stopped loving each other. Gina, do you ever play chess?" Gina held her hand out and rolled it back and forth. 'Somewhat', the gesture implied. "Would you care to play? There's a chess set in my bag there." They played while the man continued to talk, about himself, his life, about nothing in general. "You're pretty good at this. Do you play often?" Gina had once seen a book on the one hundred most famous games of chess. As always, each move and the associated commentary was available for instant recall. She had actually played very little chess and was short on strategy, but very long on experience. She traded his queen for her rook and soon had a commanding lead. Soon she had checked and mated his king. "Good game, kid. Tell me, what's my best move now?" Gina stared at him for a second. "You don't have one. You lost." "Yes, yes, I know that. My king is in check, and any move I make will either keep him in jeopardy from your rook, or subject him to capture by a different piece. My question is, what do I, Dr. Ben Warren, do at this point." "You lose. You stop playing the game." "Yes, of course. In other words, If you lose by staying still, and you lose by moving, the best move is to admit defeat. My question is what do I do afterwards. Should I give up chess forever?" "No, you play again." "Exactly, you play again. There's a lot of parallels between chess and life, don't you think?" He looked at her, searching her eyes. Suddenly she understood. She thought for a moment. "Life isn't chess," she said eventually. "Very true. Life is much more important than chess." There was silence in the room for a moment. "Let's try another example." He arranged the pieces. "What's my best move now?" Gina stared at the board for a moment. While the king wasn't in check, she could see that any move made would endanger it. "You can't move. Stalemate." "So who wins?" he asked. "Nobody." "But the game can't end until someone wins." "You can draw." "You're right. Both players can agree to end the game with nothing more than a handshake. Nobody wins, nobody loses. But we can't play another game until we clean away this one." Gina sat there, pondering his words. Finally she looked up to him. "Mom and dad?" she asked. The man smiled liberally. "You understand, here at least, anyway." He tapped his head with his fingers. "Maybe soon you can begin to understand here, too." He placed his hand over his heart. They set the board up for another game. "Marriage's even less like chess than life." she said after her first move. "All right, already!. So it was a bad analogy. Give me some time, I'll work up something better." Gina was dressed in some street clothes her parents had brought for her to wear. "I feel fine. Why do I have to ride in the wheelchair?" she asked the orderly. "Sorry, hospital policy. Sit, please." Dr. Warren called from the next bed. "You're not leaving without saying goodbye, are you?" Gina went to his bed. He smiled up to her. "I hope I was able to help you." Gina took his hand and held it in hers. "You did. Thank you." she said softly. "Listen, if you ever feel like you have to talk to someone, I want you to know that you can call me, any time, day or night. He took a card and a pen from the night stand. After writing on it he handed it to her. Gina looked at the card. 'Dr. Benjamin Warren, MD, Psychiatry. Specializing in the treatment of children and adolescents.' "That's my home number on the back." Gina put the card in her pocket. Then holding back a tear she quickly hugged the man. "Aggghhh! Watch the leg!" Smiling at the each other, he said, "Now get of here. Be careful or this storm trooper in white might break one of *your* legs." Gina drove home in the back seat with her parents in the front. They didn't hold hands, Gina observed. They never seem to hold hands anymore. "Mom, dad. I've been thinking about a lot of things." "Yes, punkin?" Frank prompted. "I don't think you two should stay together anymore." It still hurt to think about it, but she could at least be noble. They continued driving. "Punkin, I feel so bad about this..." "Don't. I still don't feel good about this, but I don't want you to be stalemated or anything." "Stalemated?" her parents thought. "Besides, I'll be going off to college in a few months, anyway, so it's like I guess I gotta grow up sooner or later. Just promise me one thing, dad." "What's that." "At first, If you start dating again... don't tell me about it, OK?." "OK." They pulled into the driveway. "Mom?" "Yes, honey?" Mindy answered. "I think I may want to go into psychology." "Psychology?" "Umm Hmm." "Well then, you'll be a great one." ---------------------------Part III--------------------------- Chapter 11 The News Of The World "The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be." PAUL VALERY "Possible? Is anything possible? Read the newspapers." THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON "Here's the KZXQ news, every hour at the top of the hour. KZXQ news time is now 1:00." "-Beep- " "The lead story is the death of Miles O'Niell, the last person to be afflicted with the HIV virus, of complications resulting from AIDS. Doctors from the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta, who have for more than two decades tried unsuccessfully to come up with a vaccine or treatment for the retrovirus, promised to continue their investigation of the disease although, they admitted that any further research would be at best, theoretical." "Another bomb exploded in the Johannesberg, South African airport yesterday, killing 1 and injuring 20. The Hottentot Separatist Movement has claimed responsibility." "The population is still getting smaller. For the eighth straight year world deaths have exceeded births, according to a report released by the UN yesterday. Since eight years ago, when the human race was taped to have only one child per couple, the population has dropped steadily, both from natural death of older members and from the growing trend of young people to put off having their child for longer periods of time. As expected, said the report, most of the decrease has taken place in non-industrialized countries, which have higher death rates, but the trend was increasing in developed countries, too." "Also from the UN, a report detailing the replanting of the Brazilian rain forest indicated that the project, while proceeding, was going slower than expected. The local authorities disagreed however, saying, 'You try replanting a continent and see how long it takes you.'" "From the business desk, the market is up today, following the news that the FCC has approved the merger of V-Com and the Associated Cable Company, thus paving the way for the entire country to serviced by video phone, or v-phone, technology. This sent the price of both shares up rapidly, leading the advances on the big board. Currently, the service is only available in the western states and the Atlantic seaboard." "In local news, the San Francisco Sex Chain Society has set a new American record for the largest all-female sex chain. The official count was 22,790 but unofficial reports put the number at closer to 25,000. The event, which was held in Golden Gate Park, drew large crowds of spectators. Organizers of New York's Sex Chain Society, which formerly held the record, have vowed to construct a chain of at least 30,000 in the near future." "KZXQ news time, now 1:04." Chapter 12 The Trip "When one realizes that his life is worthless he either commits suicide or travels." EDWARD DAHLBERG "We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart." WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Gina Robinson, now 27, disembarked from the plane. She wore a flowery sun dress which fell to her ankles but left her shoulders uncharacteristically uncovered. Her brother, Kevin Robinson, along with Kevin's girlfriend, Sally Stuart, accompanied her. Sally was a large woman, tall and big boned as they say. She had curly blonde hair and a homely face. They walked up the ramp and into the terminal where Lisa Robinson, the youngest of Mindy and Frank Robinson's three children, met them at the gate. Lisa wore a black leather mini-skirt, a black leather jacket and heels. She was topless under the jacket. Her teeny nipples rose from her excitement at seeing her family after three years. "Sis! Bro!" Lisa jumped into Kevin's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her mini-skirt flapped open revealing that she had nothing on underneath. Kevin's hands held her trim buttocks as she covered his face with kisses. Gina noticed that Kevin's hand began to knead Lisa's tiny ass cheeks, gently pulling her crotch up against his. "Mmmmm, that feels good. You got something in there for me, stud?" Kevin gave her rump a small slap and set her down. "Aren't you getting married tomorrow morning, little sister?" "I'm promising to love, honor and obey. There's nothing in that about not taking my brother's lovely dick into my twat and letting him fill me up." Turning to Gina she pulled her close and hugged her tightly. The sisters kissed, full on the lips, then pulled back to look at each other. Lisa ran her hands over her big sister's breasts, fingering the material. "No bra, I see. Still dressing like a nun, though?" Gina smirked. A private jab between sisters, referring to Gina's habit of still wearing panties, which fewer did these days. Lisa never wore any underwear unless she was having her period or the weather was freezing, which in the bay area wasn't very often. "Lisa," Kevin brought Sally forward. "You remember Sally Stuart, from high school." Lisa approached the woman and looked at her for a second. "I don't remember you, exactly. But I do know you're in my circle." This was not unusual, once people had included each other in their sex circles, they never forgot it. They might forget the name, or the face, but the other was remembered for life. "Oh wait, you're Sonya's sister aren't you?" "That's right." The girls hugged. "God Sally, how long has it been." "Since we last met or last fucked?" They all laughed. Gina said, "We need to pick up our bags." "Downstairs. This way." After retrieving the bags from the carousel and piling into Lisa's car, they drove off to Lisa's place. "You can check into the hotel later, but I want you to meet my soon-to-be family." "So is everything all set?" Gina asked. "Yup, Dad and Marion drove in this morning, and Mom's been here all week, getting the arrangements taken care of. And the groom's folks are all here, too." "Nervous?" Kevin asked, grinning. "More like scared to death! Promise me you'll talk me out of it." "Not a chance." Sally spoke, "Are you planning on having your child soon?" "Not right away. We decided to concentrate on dance and building a nest egg right now. Children can wait." "That's where you met, isn't it? Dancing in that company?" "That's right." The car pulled into an underground lot and pulled into a spot marked, 'Reserved, Lisa Robinson'. Everyone piled out and went up the stairs. Opening the door, Gina called out, "We're back!" A man with strong, dancer's legs greeted them. He and Lisa kissed tenderly. "Chris, This is Gina, my sister, and Kevin, my brother. And this is Sally Stuart, Kevin's friend. Everybody, this is Chris Cooper, my fiancee." Hellos and handshakes followed. A tall handsome black man came into the room and bent down to kiss the petite Lisa. "And this is David Pembroke, my other fiancee. Where's Lloyd?" "He's out showing his folks the sights. They said they'd back in a couple of hours." "Lloyd is fiancee number three." "So Kevin," Chris said, "You are, of course, officially invited to the bachelor party tonight. I hope you'll be joining our sex circle beforehand. All it takes is a v-phone call, you know. "I'd like that," Kevin said, grinning. ------------------------------ Gina lay back on her bed, while Kevin and Sally showered. She had been napping, but had awakened and now lay there, thinking. So little Lisa was actually going to get married. She wondered if there were any other miracles happening, maybe a statue crying somewhere or something. Since moving up here to the bay area two years ago, she had, if anything, become more promiscuous. She told Gina that her sex circle now included almost eight thousand people, about half coming in since she had moved. That would mean fucking more than ten new people a day, every day, for the last two years! Actually, a number of these were included in her circle, not for sex, but for other reasons. For example, her whole dance company, about a hundred people, had gone down one day and made one big circle of themselves. She liked most of them but there were a few in the company that Lisa actively despised. The director had insisted, for the unity of the company, that everyone be included, no exceptions. It would have been a bad career move, as well as bad manners, to refuse, Lisa told her. Of course she had gone to the record setting all-females chain this last weekend. She'd even talked their mother into linking with her and one of the dancers in her troupe. Gina's circle had grown to about five hundred by now. When she had first arrived at college, she briefly had gone on a sex spree, having sex ten or more times a day. But that had quickly become boring and she soon tapered off. She spent her later years in a more or less monogamous relationship with a couple of her professors, her room mates, and some sorority sisters and other close friends. When she told Dr. Warren of her plans to go into psychology he was delighted and wrote her a glowing letter of recommendation to get her into the UCLA doctoral program. He was a complex man, part caring mental health worker, part surly curmudgeon. "You know," he had told her once, "people don't become psychologists to help other people. They become psychologists to try to figure out their own messed up minds." Gina loved him. Yet they had never had sex together. "I still remember you from that night in the hospital. The doctor's motto: You can treat your lover, but never fuck your patients." The noise from the running shower stopped. A minute later, Kevin and Sally came into the room, towels draped around their shoulders. "You better get cleaned up, sis. Dad's taking us all out to dinner tonight, and then you and Sally are going to Lisa's bachelorette party." "Kevin, do you think Lisa's happy?" "She seems to be. Why, you think she's making a mistake?" "She's so young." "Mom was a year younger when she married dad." "Yeah, and you know how that turned out." "Well, Lisa's a big girl. She can take care of herself." "She's not that big," interjected Sally, "She could stand under my outstretched arm." "In some ways, Lisa is the biggest girl I know," "How do you mean?" Sally asked. "Lisa kind of takes after dad. Whatever she does, she goes all out. Like dancing. She worked and sweated for years to get this far, and although I don't know anything about dancing, I got to admit, she's developed herself to a high pitch." "And what about you, lover? What's highly developed in you?" Sally, holding the ends of her towel, flung the middle around Kevin's neck. Pulling him in close, she bent her head down and nuzzled nose to nose with him. She was an inch or so taller than he. Sally's hand went down to Kevin's penis. Stroking it slightly, she raised a trunklike leg up, put it on the bed and took Kevin's hand and moved it to her shaved pussy. Kevin stroked her enlarged clit for a second, then pushed his finger into her opening. Sally held tightly onto the towel still around his neck, and let her head fall back, moaning. "Oh Kevin." Gina watched the pair making out not two feet from her. Kevin and Sally were good for each other, she thought. Sally was... well she wasn't dumb, but she wasn't a rocket scientist, either. She was a very religious girl, some evangelical denomination. When she and Kevin had started dating, she had dragged him along with her to the services. Eventually Kevin had accepted Jesus and was baptized. She questioned his zeal, but he assured her he was sincere. They shared an apartment, studied their bibles, were active in their congregation, and would probably be married themselves, soon. Gina had once asked Sally how she could reconcile her faith in God with the tapes.. Wasn't she programmed to obey the tapes? What if a tape made her become an atheist? Sally declared that God wouldn't allow that. When Gina had pressed her, Sally became flustered and stated, simply, "I have faith, that's enough for me." Maybe she's right, Gina thought. Maybe I should get baptized and be like her. Gina's hand moved down between her legs. Sally Stuart adjusted her leg and let Kevin bring her lust to a boil. How wonderful he was, he knew exactly how to touch her. She took one of her breasts in her hand and held the nipple up to his mouth, whereupon he kissed it and sucked on it. Holding up the other breast to her mouth with her forearm, she lightly ran it between her own teeth. "I can feel your cock between my legs," she said breathily. Kevin spread her lips apart, exposing the sensitive nub of her clit and rubbed the length of his shaft against it. "Can you feel this?" he said in a low voice. Sally gasped and dug her nails into Kevin's shoulder. Gina's hand sought the growing wetness between her legs, under her dress and panties. She picked up a hairbrush lying on the night stand. She slowly pulled the material of her dress up, then pulling off her panties, she lightly brushed her fine pubic hair back and forth. With her free hand, she pulled her top down, exposing her tits. She ran her arm along the erect nipples. As she watched her brother and his girlfriend getting ready to fuck, she remembered back to her own experiences with Kevin. How he seemed to be able to read his partner's mind, knowing just what she wanted before she even knew it. Kevin could tell that Sally was ready. He could see that look in her eye, the way her breathing suddenly became short, she was ready to screw. He let Sally's tit fall from his mouth and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. Without a word, Sally moved onto their bed and knelt down, facing away from Kevin. Her deep red cunt was thrust high in the air. Kevin moved behind her and giving her clit a quick kiss, he pushed himself deep into her waiting hole. "Uuuuunnnnggggghhhh!" She made deep guttural sounds. She was so wet, he slid in fully. He didn't start thrusting, though. He ran the backs of his nails over her legs and gently wiggled his hips from side to side, letting her grow used to him. He could see Sally clutch handfuls of bedspread with twitching fingers. Gina had lubricated the handle of the brush enough to slide it into her hot snatch. She watched as her brother moved faster and faster, speeding to a fever pitch as her body was wracked by orgasm after orgasm. She played with her clit as she pushed the object inside her, deeper and deeper with each shove. She felt her own orgasm building, spreading through her like a wildfire. She shoved the brush handle deep inside her and rotated it from side to side as her body suffered a tremendous climax. Kevin could see that Sally was tiring in this position, so he took her waist and gently pulled her over onto her side, his prick still buried inside her throbbing twat. He continued to pound away at her pink pussy. He stuck his fingers in her mouth and she sucked on them like a vacuum cleaner. "Hey, sis! I think you should try this out," he called. Gina agreed, saying around Kevin's fingers. "Oh yes, darling Gina! I want to feel your twat in my mouth while your brother comes inside my pussy." Gina stood, let her dress fall to the floor, and joined the pair on the bed. The three of them fucked and licked each other like animals. Gina sat on Sally's face and bent down to lick her brother's cock and Sally's pussy, moving her tongue in rhythm with their motions. Sally licked Gina's twat, sliding her tongue deep into her salty crack. Kevin ran his hands over both girls bodies, and finally settled his finger in Gina's quivering ass. All three exploded in sky-splitting, simultaneous orgasms. Afterwards Kevin said, breathlessly, "We should have done this before showering.." "I still have to shower," Gina offered. "Care to join me?" Both Kevin and Sally grinned. Chapter 13 The Wedding "By all means marry; if you get a good wife you'll become happy; if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher. SOCRATES "Marriage is a great institution, but I'm not ready for an institution yet." MAE WEST The wedding was a very posh affair. Frank Robinson had moved up the corporate ladder, and could afford to give his little girl away in style. Mindy Atkins', formerly Mindy Robinson's, experience in hostessing her ex-husband's business parties was paying off today. She had coordinated everything from the location to the flowers. Gina went back through the grassy park, on a high bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean, overwhelmed by the astronomical number of in-laws she would soon have. "I'll never be able to remember all their names," she thought. Gina ducked into one of the tents set up for the reception. Lisa and Mindy sat together at a table. Lisa was in full wedding dress, white as snow. Gina smiled inwardly. "Gina honey, come take care of your sister. I've got to talk to the musicians." She left. Gina sat next to her sister. "How're you feeling." "Scared. Nauseous. I thought you promised to talk me out of this." "You'll be fine. Here have a drink." "I've drunk too much already. Gina, do you think I'm making a mistake?" "What do you think?" Lisa sighed. "I hate it when you go psychoanalyst on me. What I was hoping you'd say is 'Lisa, you're doing the right thing.'" Gina smiled. "Lisa, I really do think you're doing the right thing. You've got three wonderful guys there." The sisters hugged. "Aren't they?" Lisa and Gina broke the hug and sat there, gazing into each other's eyes. Then Gina placed her hand on Lisa's cheek. They shared a moment together. "Just think. In a few minutes, you'll be.... Say, what are you going to be?" "Cooper. Lisa Cooper." "So can I have the last kiss with Lisa Robinson?" "Sure, just don't spoil my makeup." The sisters moved together and shared a enthusiastic, though careful kiss. Lisa's hand moved up and cupped Gina's left breast. Gina's hand followed Lisa's and they broke the kiss and placed their heads in each other's shoulders. Gina's pussy was dripping now. Her kid sister was *so* sexy, especially in the wedding gown. Apparently, Lisa felt the same way. "Mmmm. Gina, how is it that you can always make me so hot?" "I've had years of practice. God, Lisa, you're so tense! Let me help relax you." Gina took Lisa's hands and looked at her face. "I want you to look at my face while you concentrate on your body. Feel every muscle in your body, become completely aware of every nerve ending." Gina placed Lisa's hands back in her lap, then began rubbing up her arms. "Now, as I rub your arms, let them become relaxed, completely limp and relaxed. Concentrate on my face as your arms become so comfortable and loose." Gina moved her hands onto Lisa's shoulders and neck. "Your neck used to feel so tense and awful, but now as you look at me, you feel yourself becoming calm and relaxed. Take a deep breathe now, and let all the tension in your body flow into your lungs, letting it all concentrate deep within you... Now let it all out, as you exhale, all the tension flows out of you." Gina repeated this exercise with Lisa a few more times. "Now, Lisa," she asked, her hands lightly rubbing Lisa's temples. "Are you relaxed now?" "Uh huh." Lisa replied, slack-jawed, with glassy eyes. "Yes, you're so relaxed, you feel yourself falling into a deep, deep sleep. Your eyes are so tired, you're eyelids are sooo heavy. Let them close now, Lisa. Let your eyes close." Lisa's eyelids fluttered, then slowly shut. Gina continued relaxing Lisa, deepening her trance. She ran her hands over Lisa's breasts. "You're concentrating completely on your body now, Lisa. You feel only my hands, rubbing you, relaxing you." She moved her hands down her sister's torso and legs, talking her down into the deepest level. Slowly she moved off her chair and knelt in front of Lisa. "Now Lisa, listen to me. You feel the most wonderful feeling of relaxation and well-being. You want to feel better, even more happiness. Lisa, as you listen to me and feel my hands on your legs, you feel them starting to spread apart. Lisa. Let your legs slide furthur and further apart." Lisa legs began to twitch under Gina's fingers, then slowly started to drift apart. Gina repeated the suggestions until her sister's legs were wide, almost straight out from her sides. "That's very good, Lisa. Now let your body become totally relaxed, concentrating completely on what your body is feeling." Gina lifted the hem of under Lisa's wedding gown, knelt and crawled between her legs, and licked her lips as she saw her little sister's sweet snatch. She brought her mouth to Lisa's pussy and rolled her tongue around the clitoral nub. "Ohhhhhh. Mmmmmmm," Lisa moaned. Gina looked up and saw her eyes were still closed, her head tilted slightly to one side. "The more pleasure you feel, Lisa, the deeper asleep you'll go." Gina slid her index finger into Lisa's sopping wet slit as she ran her tongue back and forth across her clit. As usual, Lisa came quickly, crying out and splashing her juice into Gina's eager mouth. Gina greedily drank her kid sister's come and slid a finger inside her own pussy. She licked Lisa to another orgasm while she frigged herself until she also came. Gina gave her sister some post-hypnotic suggestions to be relaxed and happy when she awoke. Then she brought her out of the trance. As if on cue, Frank Robinson chose that moment to stick his head into the tent. "Come on kids, we haven't got all day. Lisa angel, you look radiant! Let's go." His head disappeared. Turning to each other the sisters embraced, then kissed. Gina lowered the veil over Lisa's head, then leaned in to her ear to whisper, "So even Lisa Robinson dresses like a nun sometimes." "Maybe, but I'm still not wearing panties." "And by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husbands and wife. You may now kiss one another." The rest of that afternoon was a blur for Gina. She remembered watching the newlywed quartet lead off the first dance. Sort of like a four-way tango. Or a striptease. In any event, they were good, obviously professional dancers. As per the new custom at weddings, a v-phone call was made to the local Community Center and Lisa's new husbands were formally approved for sex with Gina and the rest of her family. Lisa was also approved for the members of her new husband's families which she had not yet included in her sex circle. Actual sex was neither expected or not at the reception. That was left up to the participants. ------------------------------ Later that evening, after the newlyweds had taken off for their honeymoon in Hawaii, Marion, Frank's wife, lay on the hotel bed with her hands and feet tied to the corners. Marion was a tall woman, a little older than Gina, with a full head of platinum blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and measurements to sell one's soul for, about 40-24-36. She wore stockings, a red garter belt, and a matching bra with the nipples cut out. She also wore a hood with no eye holes that entirely covered her head, with only two small holes in the nose so she could breathe. A zipper, where her mouth would have been was closed. Frank stood over her, wearing just jodhpurs, holding a riding crop in his hand, flicking it idly on the bed next to her. Mindy sat naked in a chair, idly masturbating. "I think the wedding went very well, don't you agree, dear?" Mindy asked. "Everything was perfect. How did you find that location?" "I saw it in a magazine a few years ago." "Beautiful! I have to hand it to you.. I've never seen a wedding