Chapter 1
"Yes, I'm glad you like my qualifications," Melinda Davidson said, smiling at Hugh Mason. "I came out nearly at the top of my class."
She crossed her long legs, making sure he caught a glimpse of her black stocking tops and a hint of the lovely white skin above them.
Hugh put Melinda's resume on the desk and looked at her closely. "So, how do you like being a dental assistant?"
"Oh, I love it!" Melinda enthused, playing with the top button of her blouse, making sure he could see the lacy top of her bra. "I love working so close to dentists, you know, to professional men."
She crossed her legs again, being even more blatant this time. Normally the combination of her tight little leather skirt, slit up the thigh, the black stockings and her endless legs would have had any man slobbering with lust to get at her. But Hugh was different. She played with her blouse button once more.
"Okay, then," Hugh said, leaning back in the chair, as he took in the delicious curves of Melinda's body. "Why do you think I should hire you rather than any of the other girls who have come for the job?"
Melinda hesitated for a moment. Then he saw the full effect of her legs and tits, he would knuckle under like they all had. So she stood up.
"Well, I think I have some extra things that might make you want to hire me." She walked slowly over to his desk.
From her lovely beautiful face to her large firm tits and long legs, she had shaven more than one man crazy to get into her pants. She always wore tight, uplift bras for interviews, bras that barely concealed her tits. And she always wore stockings when she wanted to lead men on, usually black, often mesh, as now.
She swayed up to Hugh's desk in her black, six-inch high heels, smiling inviting at him.
"I think I have some things that might make you want to employ me." She slid her hands over the front of her tight black leather skirt. try slowly she eased the hem up, showing her stocking tops, then the creamy whites of her thighs and finally the tight black crotch of her panties and the swell of her pussy-mound.
Hugh sat there and followed the line of the skirt hem with his eyes, his face breaking slightly into a mocking grin.
"Yes," he said at last as Melinda started to ease the hem of her skirt down, "I can see you have some powerful arguments there."
"Then I'll be hearing from you soon," Melinda said, going back to the chair and picking her purse up.
"Yes, you'll be hearing from me soon."
Melinda left his office and headed for the nearest phone, confident that she had got another victim on the hook. She dialed Hugh's number.
"Oh, hi, Doctor Mason," Melinda sighed. "It's me, Melinda Davidson. I have something I think you ought to hear."
She switched on the tape recorder she'd hidden in her purse and played back their conversation over the phone.
"Just think what the ethics Committee would say about that," she said.
There was a short silence.
"What do you want?"
"Oh, say, ten thousand."
"You nasty little bitch!" Hugh spat.
"Naughty, naughty, bad words make it twenty thousand," Melinda chided.
"All right," he said at last. "Where do I meet you?"
"How about Fifth and Main?" It was one of the busiest crossroads in town"
"Okay," he said levelly. "What time?"
"Oh, say, eight tonight?" Melinda whispered.
"Okay, I'll be in"
"A BMW, I know," Melinda interrupted.
She put the phone down, feeling very pleased with herself. This was the eleventh time she'd pulled the scam, and each time it got better. Go for the job, flash her tits and legs. Get the poor dentist panting over her, saying indiscreet things; and she had him. Rather than face an ethics committee, not to mention their wives, they all paid up. The more indiscreet they were, the mare they pad-those disgusting creatures who always wanted sex, who wanted to push their honorable cocks into her innocent little pussy. Some of them even wanted to push their cocks into her mouth! It was all so disgusting, and Melinda loved making them pay.
Exactly on the dot of eight, the BMW pushed to the curb.
Melinda walked up as Hugh opened the passenger door.
"I'm glad we understand each other," Melinda purred, reaching for the briefcase beside Hugh.
"The tape," he said, holding the case in one hand.
"Oh, sure," Melinda said, reaching into her purse.
Then things went wrong.
"Come on; honey, move over. There's room," said a woman's voice.
Melinda was pushed into the car and the woman was in beside her before She could even gasp. The car took off.
"What is this!" Melinda demanded;
"You just shut the fuck up or you'll be in the back, on the floor," the woman said.
"And who says?" Melinda demanded, too angry to notice her danger.
"We do," a man said, sitting up in the back seat,
"Who are you?" Melinda screamed.
I'm Richard, Hugh's attorney. We wanna discuss this deal you made."
Melinda was getting uncomfortable.
The woman beside her smiled, her soft, rather lovely face looked almost mockingly like Hugh's.
"Did I do good, darling?" she asked.
"You did just great!" Hugh said, turning the car onto the freeway.
"Where are you taking me!" Melinda demanded, twisting around, sudden flashes of fear rushing over her.
"We're gonna discuss the deal you wanna make with me," Hugh said.
"You can't do this," Melinda gasped, starting to tremble.
"Tell that to my attorney. He says we've got a great case against you. Enticement, wasn't that it, Richard?"
"Sure was," Richard replied. "And I checked, honey, you used the same scam before, right?"
"I-I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh? How about Jack Kinsiki in Cleveland? Marvin Jalowitz in Chicago?"
Melinda felt as if her breath was being taken away.
"So you know what we're talking about," Richard said.
Melinda trembled. She cursed herself.
"Into the back!" Hugh snapped.
"What?" Melinda said, then shrieked as the woman gripped her leg.
Richard grabbed her shoulders, and Melinda was hauled over the back of the seat. She screamed and struggled, but suddenly there were handcuffs on her wrists. Before she could gasp, a blindfold was over her eyes and she was being pushed to the floor.
"Scream and I'll gag you as well," Richard threatened.
Melinda was too terrified to do anything. She crouched on the floor, wondering desperately where they were going.
It took under an hour, but they were well outside the city when the car stopped. The air was fresh on Melinda's face and there was gravel under her feet. Somewhere to her night two dogs were barking loudly and she trembled again.
She was pushed down a flight of steps, and then the cuffs and blindfold were taken off. The light was dim, but more than bright enough for Melinda to see. She shrieked in panic. The place looked like a dungeon. There were racks holding whips and chains on the walls, a horizontal wheel in the middle of the floor, and bars, ropes and other torture instruments all over the place. Against the opposite wall was an enormous four-poster bed with a canopy over "What are you doing, let me go!" Melinda screamed, then turned to run.
The heavy door slammed and Melinda was trapped. She held her hand to her mouth and backed up to the wall, sobbing in desperation.
"Well, hi, honey," the woman said, coming up to Melinda and sliding her hand over her shoulders. "You came on to my husband, you know that? I'm Jacqueline, his wife."
"I'm sorry, sorry!" Melinda sobbed. "I didn't mean to do it, I wasn't trying to, you know, get him into bed! Just let me go, please! I won't tell anybody!"
"Oh, the fuck with that," Jacqueline said softly, sliding her fingers over the front of Melinda's blouse. "You came on to my husband. You promised to fuck him. You gotta fuck him, honey. And me. And Richard. You gotta be good to a man, honey, you gotta learn that."
"Oh no!" Melinda whispered. "Please, I hate-you know, I hate sex, please!"
"Honey," Jacqueline sighed, ho young, thrusting tits pushing out at the front of her dress. "You gotta learn to please a man, you just gotta!"
She laughed mockingly and stroked the front of Melinda's blouse, her finger running over Melinda's luscious tits.
"Please, if it's money you want, I can-"
"Honey, we got enough money. What the fuck do I want with money? No, I want you, honey. You're beautiful. I wanna fuck-you real bad, Hugh said I could." Jacqueline's fingers caressed Melinda's tits.
Melinda squirmed, twisting away in horror. "NO, no, I won't! I don't care what you do, I won't!"
Then she screamed as she was grabbed from behind. The two men pulled her over to a rope that hung from the rafters. Melinda almost lost her mind, screaming and wailing, struggling for all she was worth as Richard held her arms and Hugh slipped thick leather bonds over her wrists .
"What are you doing! No, you can't, no!"
Jacqueline pulled on the other end of the rope and Melinda's arms were hauled up over her head until she almost hung from them, twisting on the rope, sobbing with terror.
"Please!" she wailed, but Jacqueline slid her hands over the front of her blouse again, reaching for her tits.
"Tell me how you want me to caress your tits." Jacqueline smiled, playing with the top of Melinda's blouse, opening the button. "No!" Melinda screamed.
She kicked out at Jacqueline. But her tight skirt prevented her from getting much force in the blow and her foot grazed Jacqueline's knee.
"Oh I see," Jacqueline said, stepping back. "Better get her legs, darling."
The two men grabbed her ankles and spread them.
Melinda screamed in using terror, for, as her Legs were spread apart, her tight leather skirt was forced up her thighs, showing more of her legs. Leather bonds were slipped around her ankles, the free ends lashed to ring-bolts in the nook. Melinda looked down. Her skirt was up almost to her stocking tops.
Then she saw that Jacqueline was undressing. The men were behind her, so Melinda couldn't see how they reacted. but even in her terror she could see that Jacqueline had a great body, almost as good as hers.
The dress came off easily, revealing a pair of tits just a little smaller than Melinda's, a waist just as tight, and an ass that swelled just as deliciously.
Jacqueline paraded around in a little white camisole top and tights, white stockings and opened-toed white high heels.
"You like my outfit?"
"Let me go" Melinda screamed.
"Oh no, honey," Jacqueline whispered. "You have to learn to behave and please men. That's what we're here for; You're gonna be so grateful to us when we've finished."
She came up and slid her hand under the stretched hem of Melinda's skirt, over the top of Melinda's thigh, moving closer to the tight crotch of her panties.
"No!" Melinda gasped, her face going white with horror.
Jacqueline's fingers slid over Melinda's panties, caressing the girl's pussy through the thin material.
Melinda wailed, tossing on the rope, her shoulder-length brunette hall{ flicking in the air. Her thighs shuddered.
"Don't you want me to touch your pussy?" Jacqueline teased, her swelling tits bobbing in her camisole.
"Leave me alone!" Melinda shrieked, trying helplessly to pull free of the bonds.
"Tell me how much you want me to touch your pussy," Jacqueline crooned, moving her soft, sensual mouth closer to Melinda's face.
"Let me go!" Melinda screamed, twisting on the ropes, body tense with disgust. But Jacqueline's fingers still slid over her pussy, caressing her cunt through her tight black panties.
"Tell me," Jacqueline whispered in Melinda's ear, her lips brushing against Melinda's cheek, gently kissing her.
"Let me go!"
Jacqueline smiled and her fingers came off Melinda's pussy. Melinda sighed with relief. Jacqueline started sliding the tight leather dress farther up her thighs, revealing not only her stocking tops, but also her creamy white thighs and the lacy straps of her garter belt.
"No! What are you doing! Stop!" Melinda shrieked. "Let me go, stop!"
It came out of nowhere. There was a slight swishing sound and something lashed into Melinda's ass like a red-hot iron. She jerked in disbelief, then screamed at the top of her lungs as a painful agony surged out of her ass.
"Stop, what are you-aaaggghhh!" Melinda jerked.
Hugh stood there with a thin cane in his hand. He grinned, then raised the cane, holding it over her ass.
"No, what are you-aaaggghhh!' Melinda screamed as Hugh lashed her asscheeks.
Her ass jerked, her legs strained at the bonds.
Jacqueline smiled, still holding Melinda's tight leather skirt up over her ass. "You have to learn, honey. Hugh punishes me like this when I've been bad, so you gotta learn to be good"
"No!" Melinda screamed, jerking on the-ropes in rising horror.
She screamed as Hugh whipped her again.
"Come on," Jacqueline whispered, sliding her fingers back over Melinda's pussy, "Tell me how you love to have me touch your cunt."
"No, no!" Melinda saw the cane lashing in on her. "No, you-aagghhh!" Fresh agony burst in her ass. "Please, let me go! I won't do it again! I won't, I'll-aannnhhh! I'll pay all the money back, I will!"
Hugh laughed. "I want your ass, bitch, and I'm gonna have it, any way I want until I don't want it any more!"
He whipped Melinda's ass hard.
"And Richard's gonna have you until he doesn't want you any more," Hugh said, lashing the screaming Melinda again.' "And so is Jacqueline!"
"You can't!" Melinda screamed in desperation. "They'll come looking for me, they'll get you! "
Another stroke of the cane whipped into her flesh, and she jerked. At the same time Jacqueline's fingers worked over her pussy.
"We checked, you stupid bitch!" Hugh sneered and whipped Melinda again. "You work alone, there's nobody to miss you, you lying cunt!"
He lashed again, and Melinda gyrated on the ropes, screaming her heart out, knowing she had been betrayed by her own greed.
"Tell me how you want to let me touch your pussy," Jacqueline whispered, her mouth close to Melinda's ear. "It'll stop the pain. At least for the moment."
Melinda could feel another welt of agony on her flesh. Her little panties were torn at one edge under the horrible beating.
"All right, you can!" she wailed. Even the horror of Jacqueline's fingers on her cunt was better than the pain.
"There, see how easy it is." Jacqueline cooed, working her hand underneath the skirt, sliding over the tight crotch of Melinda's panties. "That's better,"
Jacqueline rubbed her fingers over Melinda's pussy, stroking her cunt expertly through the thin panties. Her mouth moved over Melinda's face, kissing gently, until Melinda was groaning in horror.
"Please, no!" Melinda moaned, pulling at the ropes.
"Kiss me," Jacqueline whispered, sliding her mouth closer to Melinda's. "Kiss me, or you'll get whipped again!"
Melinda couldn't face another whipping. Ho lips moved over Jacqueline's mouth until the two of them were kissing gently, Jacqueline's tongue flicking out over Melinda's lips.
"Mmmnn, isn't that nice?" Jacqueline's tits pressed into Melinda's swelling tit mounds. "I love doing girls sometimes, don't you?"
Her free hand moved over Melinda's tits, stroking them as she undid the buttons of Melinda's tight blouse.
"Wouldn't you love it if I kissed your tits?" she asked,
Melinda was stunned, Jacqueline's fingers caressed her pussy, and she felt strange tingling from the contact.
"Please, no!" she moaned. "Please! I'm sorry for what I did!"
"Honey, you're dry down here. You have to get wet for the men." Her fingers pushed into Melinda's panties and raised over the dry bud of the girl's clit. "So, maybe it'll help if I kiss your tits."
"No, please, it won't!" Melinda sobbed.
Jacqueline started to slide Melinda's skirt back up over her ass.
"NO, o, please, not that-aaggghhh!" Melinda screamed as the cane lashed into her ass. She jerked her head around to see not only Hugh with the cane, but also Richard, sitting on a chair close by, grinning casually as he watched. "Please, stop, stop!"
"Say nice things to my wife, bitch!" Hugh snapped, lashing her ass again.
"Aaagghhh Please! Kiss my tits!"
"There, you see how easy it is when you learn?" Jacqueline get the skirt slip slowly back down over Melinda's crimson ass. She opened Melinda's blouse.
Melinda sobbed and wept as her tight, sexy blouse was unbuttoned to the waist.
Still moving slowly, Jacqueline pulled the blouse out of the waistband of her leather skirt, then her hands caressed Melinda's thrusting tits through her bra.
Melinda trembled as the two men came around to watch her humiliation.
"Nice tits," Jacqueline remarked, her own tit-mounds heaving in her excitement. "Oh, darling, I'm getting real wet just looking at them!" She slid her hands around to the back of Melinda's bra, reaching for the clasp. "Oooohhh, darling! I'm being so bad, getting all turned on by your tits!"
Melinda closed her eyes, as the cups of her little bra dropped away to reveal her luscious tits. Her tits were large, heavy, thrusting out, the areolas just a little darker than the creamy flesh surrounding them.
"Ohhhh!" Jacqueline gasped and ran her hands all over the thrusting tit-mounds. "Ohhh, you're gonna love these, darling!"
"Yeah!" Hugh grinned, watching as Jacqueline slid her mouth over Melinda's tits, kissing and licking as she went.
Melinda sobbed, her body trembling as Jacqueline's mouth moved closer to her nipple. Jacqueline closed in on the bud, kissing it, then taking it right between her teeth and tongue- rolling it.
"Ahhhh!" Melinda gasped, her eyes red with weeping.
Jacqueline sucked Melinda's nipple harder while her fingers went back to Melinda's pussy, rubbing and caressing.
Melinda wept as Jacqueline sucked harder, beginning to bite at her nipples, her teeth gripping as she tongued the squiring nipple bud.
"Aahhh!" Melinda moaned, becoming rigid on the ropes, her arms straining and her luscious, stockinged legs trembling.
Pain gushed out of her tits as Jacqueline continued her caresses on Melinda's pussy.
Jacqueline gave a sudden bite.
Melinda screamed.
Then Jacqueline was whispering in her ear.
"You still don't get wet, honey. We have to teach you how to get wet for the men. You gonna learn to treat them right!"