Chapter 14
The door was slightly ajar, and Ann stood for what seemed an eternity before she entered. She had decided she had no choice but to submit. He had her exactly where he wanted her and if she had to degrade herself again to save her husband from humiliation, she would do so. She had created this horrible situation by her moment of weakness and there was no one to get her out of it but herself.
The last martini had braced her a little and she felt prepared to go through with it now in spite of her revulsion toward the vile little man who had her at his mercy.
Max was lounging back in a white, ermine-covered chair, a long black cigar hanging from his thick lips. He had the pictures in one hand, which he had obviously been looking at, and a glass of soda and ice in the other. Ann didn't speak but just stood inside the door with her arms hanging limply at her sides.
"I'm glad you made an intelligent decision about this, my dear," he purred, removing the cigar from his lips and running his tongue wetly around his lips. "After all, I'm not so bad, am I?"
Ann left the question unanswered and kept her eyes to the floor. She couldn't bring herself to look at him.
"I want the pictures first, Mr. Schroeder," she finally brought herself to say.
"Oh no, my dear Ann," Max said, dropping them in a manila envelope and sealing it. "We'll play a little game, and if you're a real good little girl you can pick them up and walk out. If not, then we'll just have to see what other arrangements we can make."
"How do I know you'll give them to me?" she cried.
"You'll just have to trust me my dear; you have no other choice. Now, do you?" he said. "Come, we'll go to my special room. Would you like Sidney to bring you another drink?"
"Yes, yes I would," she answered quickly. She knew she was going to need as much fortification as she could get.
"What about something to eat, some roast pheasant, caviar?"
"No, I don't feel like eating," Ann answered. She could think of nothing more revolting than eating with him and didn't want to prolong her agony any longer than necessary.
He led her down the corridor to another room which had a heavy door and was secured by a huge padlock.
"This is my playroom," he chuckled, as though expecting Ann to laugh at his ill-timed joke. He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the portal.
"Come in, my dear, and see what you think of my little chamber."
Ann followed-then suddenly froze in her tracks, shocked.
It was the strangest room she had ever seen. It was quite large, the entire ceiling and an entire wall were completely covered with mirrors. The other wall was painted with a mural, showing the lewdest sexual acts imaginable. It was a huge orgy; done so realistically, the tangled mass of bodies and limbs seemed to be alive. There must have been over a hundred figures in it, some in pairs, others in groups of three, four, and five.
"It's a masterpiece," Max said when he noticed Ann's eyes were on it. "I had six of Mexico's finest artists working on it for over a year. It's probably their greatest work and they don't even know where it is." Max laughed. "I had them blindfolded each day and brought here from fifty miles away. You see, my dear, money can do anything-it even has you here."
Sidney had arrived with the drinks and left a thermos of martinis for Ann on the table. She could hear the click of the bolt in the door as he left.
She was glad he had brought her the martinis-she would need them to go through this ordeal. Max poured her one and led her along the mural, explaining in detail, as with the pictures of her, the lewd actions of each group though they spoke clearly for themselves.
There was a thick, white fur carpet covering the floor that felt nice to Ann's shoeless feet. Max made her take them off-as he did-when they entered, explaining he never allowed shoes on the fur rug.
"And now, my dear, the work bench," he said with a sly grin. He pressed a button opening long, black drapes and revealed the hugest bed Ann had ever seen.
It was covered in the same white fur as the floor and it was surrounded by several large lounge chairs, similarly unholstered. Along the wall were large racks, filled with the strangest instruments imaginable. They ranged from cats-o-nine tails to long, thin rods with fluffy feathers on the ends. She had heard of such things but had never seen them before. They were ghastly and she felt fear rise at the weird collection. Only a madman could find pleasure in their use.
She sipped her martini nervously now, deciding she had better humor him. There was no escape with the door locked; screams would bring no help this far out in the country.
Max led her into a little room off to the side. In it were racks of strange costumes in all sizes and colors, though most were black. Ann remembered Julia reminding her that Max liked black.
"And here, my lovely Ann, is my prized collection'.' He opened a large closet and she could see at least fifty pairs of brief panties of every type and color.
"There are mementos of my previous guests," he explained. "Yours will add to it. I hope you have chosen them well."
He patted Ann familiarly on her buttocks and she shrank away, repulsed by his touch.
"Now, now, my dear, don't be frightened," Max coaxed softly. "We're going to get to know each other very well tonight so we must start out on the right foot. You don't want me to get angry, do you?" He patted his robe where he had placed the envelope. "Come back to the playroom and I'll explain the rules of our little game."
Ann followed meekly, her eyes glued to the envelope he was carrying in his hand. He opened a small door that looked like a wall safe and pressed a button. A thin nylon rope descended from a hole in the mirrored ceiling directly above the bed. He made her stand upon the bed on her tip-toes until she could just touch it with the tips of her fingers. He then made her get off and lowered it further, attaching the envelope to it with a clip. He pressed another button that drew it almost up to the ceiling again. Ann could see a small clock within on which he turned dials carefully.
"There we are, my dear," he smiled, closing the small door and locking it. "The envelope will descend one foot every six hours. According to your height, you will be able to reach it when it has dropped four feet. When I'm unhappy, I'll turn it off until I'm pleased again. That will stop its motion completely. We can tell how much time you've worked off by this clock on the wall. Clever, don't you think?"
"But that's twenty four hours," Ann cried, never expecting this. She knew she would be subjected to horrible indecencies and she had prepared herself to suffer them for Dave's sake, but twenty four hours!
"You-you can't make me stay that long," pleaded Ann. "I can't do it."
"There, let me fill your glass, my dear. I told you that you would have to work to get them back. Remember, they are expensive pictures."
While he poured her drink, Ann could see the brown packet hanging teasingly above her, so close, but an eternity of degradation away.
She drained the glass immediately and Max poured her another, obviously anxious to lessen her inhibitions. The second went down almost as quickly and she could feel the dull conscience-killing feeling coming over her.
"I think it's time to make the addition to my collection, Ann, don't you? I want to take them off; lie back on the edge of the bed."
Ann sat tipsily on the edge of the bed. The alcohol was beginning to affect her now and her muscles felt sluggish. She had a little trouble controlling her own movements and her head whirled. Revulsion shivered through her nerves as she felt his hands gently push her back on the ermine-covered bed. Her feet dangled, almost touching the floor. Through alcohol-glazed eyes she could see in the ceiling mirror her own figure lying below. The top of Max's bald head was bent above her feet. She shut her eyes tightly as she felt his fleshy palms slowly pushing her knees apart and slide hotly up the inner softness of her thighs under the dress. She jerked involuntarily as they passed the protective covering of her long hose and moved, butterfly-like across the sensitive, white flesh between her stocking tops and her sheer black panties. Max's breath was coming in heavy snorts as his fingers made light contact with the thin band between her legs. She groaned helplessly as his fingers rummaged on the outside, pushing the softness of the smooth material into the thin, quivering slit of her vagina. He played teasingly, his fingers pulling gently at the soft pubic hair that protruded from the leg bands.
His index finger slipped suddenly under the tight elastic and flicked at the moist red opening beneath, bringing another protesting groan from her. The humiliation was awful. His face was even with the bed between her knees peering greedily up her dress. She could feel his eyes feasting lewdly on the secret parts between her legs that belonged to her husband and no one else. Parts she had protected just for him and which now had become her shame. Tears streamed in tiny rivulets as the helplessness of her position leaped through her confused mind. She struggled to her elbows, determined to stop the lewd outrages he was visiting upon her unwilling body but the sudden sight of the small brown envelope dangling above choked back the sounds of protest rising in her throat. There was no hope, she had gotten herself into this and there was only one way she could get out of it. That was to submit to his sick demands until the horrible pictures had lowered within her reach. She could only hope it passed quickly before she lost her control and did something that would make him angry. The thought of those pictures among the sailors in San Diego-and at the Officer's Club-caused her to fall back in helpless submission. She had no choice, she had to submit to the revolting violation of her body to protect Dave.
She shut her eyes again as his hands pushed the hem of her dress to her hips and hooked the elastic band at the top of her panties.
"Lift your ass," he commanded, using the blunt word to remind her of his complete dominance.
Ann arched her back hesitantly, feeling the smooth nylon drawn slowly over her voluptuous, rounded hips and thighs exposing the whole of her soft, down-covered crotch.
"Mmmmm, a real blonde, I see," his fat lips smacked in appreciation. "Your'e the first I've had in quite a while."
The sheer black panties stuck at her knees. He pulled fruitlessly for a second and then commanded her to lift them. The panties slipped easily to the floor as her knees rose, taking the pressure from the backs of her thighs. Max picked them up quickly and eyes closed, she could hear him nuzzling and kissing them sickeningly above her. He cooed over them as though they were some sacred object, rubbing their smooth softness over his cheeks and face, his eyes bulging at the tingling contact.
"You chose well," he purred. "They'll make a beautiful addition to my little collection. I don't get them all quite so easily, you know. Sometimes they fight and I must use other means of persuasion. I'm so glad we understand each other."
As the full impact of what he was saying registered in Ann's mind he disappeared with her panties into his trophy room. She realized now that she was at the mercy of a hopelessly sick degenerate. God! What terrible things would he force upon her as the price for the return of the pictures? If she could only run, if there was only somewhere to hide! But there was none and she still had her price to pay. Before her thoughts could go any further she heard the soft approach of his feet across the thick carpeted floor.
"They fit beautifully into their place, my darling," he said, his voice taking on a softness toward her now. "I want to see the rest of you. Sit up and let me undress you."
Ann struggled to sit, quickly, her mind still on the envelope swinging above them. She closed her eyes again as he hurriedly unzipped her dress and lifting her buttocks slightly, peeled it from her. Then came her bra and he whistled in admiration as the large, rounded spheres emerged. He kissed them hungrily and Ann cringed as the rubbery lips traced their moist path to the tips, hardening them in spite of her revulsion. Nervous beads of sweat began to roll from Max's face as his fat wet palms glided unimpeded over the firm contours, cupping and kneading them brutally until Ann cried out from the pain and humiliation.
Max dropped to his knees again and running his hands the full length of her slim well rounded legs playing indecisively for a few moments with the snaps of her garters.
"Let's leave them, shall we my love?" he said in an almost whisper, his eyes roaming greedily over her naked flesh. "I like my women with garter belts and stockings. They appear so much more sensual."
Ann was completely naked now except for the sheer black silk stockings and the garter belt that was only a thin wisp of elastic aorund her lower hips. She had never felt so exposed in her life and again the burning wave of shame crept through her in spite of her vow to regain the photographs at any cost or humiliation. Nausea rose as his pudgy fingers petted and fondled at her soft yielding flesh, the harshness of his digging fingers leaving white, bloodless prints in their searching trail. Tears welled her eyes as he pushed her back on the bed. She fell passively, beyond resistance now and thinking only of the lewd envelope descending slowly down with each cruel minute that passed.
Max pushed her unresisting body to the center of the bed and Ann felt her arms lifted above her head and a quick pressure first on her left wrist and then on her right, not realizing until too late that they were leather bracelets. She jerked forward but her arms were held loosely above her head by small chains connected to the upper corners of the mattress.
"What are you doing?" she screamed when she realized belatedly what had happened. "Please let me loose! I promise I'll do anything you like, I promise!" She pleaded, tears of fear streaming down her cheeks as she struggled helplessly against her bonds, her stockinged legs kicking wildly about the mattress.
"I'm not going to hurt you, my dear," Max chortled above. "Just relax and remember, the clock stops if I'm not pleased."
Ann stopped her struggles as the threat sank into her alcohol-dimmed mind and lay passive as he pulled her slim legs wide apart and attached her ankles to two similar chains at the bottom of the bed. She was completely helpless now and could see her limbs in the mirror above, fastened securely to the four corners of the large mattress. She closed her eyes tightly to fight off her quivering fear.
She shivered silently in the center of the bed, listening with bated breath as Max picked up something in the corner of the room. She didn't dare to open her eyes to look for fear of screaming and having him stop the clock. She couldn't stand having the agonies of her humiliation prolonged any further. She just wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. Again, she heard his feet padding back toward the bed and she held her breath, waiting with apprehension for his sweating palms to close over the soft flesh of her body.
They didn't come.
Instead, she felt a light flicking through the soles of her stockings. Something was grazing torturously over the sensitive bottoms of her feet. She jumped against the chains that bound her in sudden surprise, her eyes jerking open and staring wildly around the room. Max was leaning forward in one of the chairs at the foot of the bed grinning lewdly down at her spread-eagle nakedness. He had one of the long feathered poles in his hands stroking the sole of her widely stretched left foot.
The tickling soon began driving her mad. She screamed at the top of her lungs for him to stop and her body thrashed wildly against the binding chains. It was of no use. He continued the lascivious stroking slowly up her calves, pausing at the sensitive inner thighs to rotate the feather in small, titillating circles against the soft bare flesh at the top of her stockings. Ann jerked her feet, stretching the chains their full length in an at-tempt to escape the maddening circles. Max smiled lewdly at the position it put her in. The outside of her knees were pressed flat against the mattress and she had drawn her thighs as far up the bed as the restrictive chains would allow, opening her crotch wide in a crab-like stance that exposed the moist pink slit of her vagina completely to his greedy eyes. He giggled, and thrust the tip of the soft full feather directly into the slightly parted pubic hair, jiggling it lewdly in the plainly visible lips of her tight, pink cunt. Ann was going out of her mind and writhed and tossed wildly against her bonds attempting to escape the insane torture her body was being subjected to.
"Oh, oh, please, please, stop, please stop! I-I can't-stand it-can't stand it!"
Still the teasing featthers played at the tender parts of her vagina working its way up the full length of the narrow palpitating slit to her tiny throbbing clitoris and flicking at it maddeningly until, with a sudden groan, Ann felt it begin a gentle involuntary jerking into hardness. She could hear Max laughing at the foot of the bed, her desperate pleadings driving him to manipulate the teasing feather faster.
He worked it slowly up over the mound of her genitals and across the flat white plane of her belly, pausing for a moment and then up to the sides of her rib cage, playing tantalizingly with the soft, tender area under her arms. This almost drove Ann crazy and it was with relief that she felt it crawl up over her full ripe breasts and begin to gently caress the nipples into throbbing sensitivity. In spite of her revulsion toward the depraved little man subjecting her to these horrible indignities her feeling was slowly changing. Her cries of humiliation and torture tapered off into deep groans of forced pleasure. Her thrashing body quieted to slow helpless writhings of uncontrolled sensation. The feather slowed its flicking to soft gentle strokings that brought tingles of wicked pleasure to her body, exhausted from the struggles against the lewd torture. Small rivulets of sweat dripped from her torso wetting the softness of the ermine cover below her.
Tears of frustration again brimmed her eyes as she felt the control of her body slipping away. She had vowed she would never again allow it to betray her no matter how much temptation it might be subjected to, but the sheer hopelessness of her position and the feather in the hands of the master debaucher, violating all the sensitive, unprotected parts of her shackled form, were forcing her into helpless submission.
Against her will, her proud, firm breasts throbbed up into rock-hard roundness and the peaks tweaked up hungrily as the tantalizing feather made small delicious circles around the coral-white aureoles. As the maddening instrument began its downward journey again, she found to her fascinated horror her body reaching upward to absorb its soothing caresses. It dwelled long again on the whiteness of her belly and in the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, again causing a slow uncontrollable undulation of her rebellious hips and causing her again to draw her thighs back up into the crab position as far as the binding chains would allow. The split of her crotch was again wide-open to the leering, lust-crazed eyes of her tormentor below. With a lewd chuckle, he flicked the tip quickly without warning against the sensitive puckered ring of her anus, clearly exposed in the crevice between her full white buttocks. The tight, rubbery orifice jerked in surprise and tried to screw itself down into the mattress to escape the cruel soft probe.
"Aaaaagggg," she gasped between clenched teeth, "D-Don't! Please, please don't. I can't stand it-I can't stand it! It's driving me crazy!"
A sadistic laugh answered as she bucked and squirmed against the teasing probe of her clasping anus. She tried with all her strength to close her legs, but the chains held her tight. There was no relief.
"Oh, p-please, p-please, ooooh, ooooh, stop, stop, stop!" she grunted, squirming as though being tortured by fire. "You're killing me, you're killing me!"
"Would you rather be fucked, my dear?" Max hissed softly, increasing the pressure slightly against her anal orifice.
"No! No!" She groaned piteously.
A quickening of the flicking feather.
"Aaaagggh, I-I mean yes! Y-Yesss," she hissed helplessly. "Anything, anything, but stop. Oh God, please stop!"
As suddenly as it began, the torturous tickling lifted from between her legs. Ann's straining muscles relaxed in relief, her body exhausted from fighting against her bonds and a thankful gasp of grateful warm air rushed from her lips. But only momentarily, as the thought of what she had screamed in her mad attempt to escape the torture returned to her mind. Her body had failed her again, and now he was going to do it to her, too, like all those faceless men had in Tijuana. He was going to fill her belly with his lewd cum until she screamed in surrender. He would show her no mercy, she knew that. She knew he would pick and pull at her helplessness until he had utterly destroyed her will to resist. He would crush her pride like stepping on a helpless butterfly fluttering in agony on the street. Her eyes looked with glazed longing at the small brown packet dangling a thousand miles above her tortured form and she fought back the urge to scream at him and curse his wickedness. She had to have that packet, she just had to. There was no other choice.
"I've a surprise for you, my dear." His voice suddenly broke through the barrier of her thoughts. "Remember, I told you my tastes were different. Well now, you shall see after we have a drink to refresh us a bit."
Max, now dressed in a robe, pressed a buzzer and instructed Sidney over the intercom to bring a bottle of Scotch. He appeared a few moments later glancing only an instant at Ann's spread-eagled form. She blushed, wondering how many times he had seen this. Nothing seemed to affect the staid English butler-not even the nude girl stretched helplessly on the bed.
After Sidney had gone, Max released her ankles and wrists and Ann pulled herself painfully to the sitting position on the bed. She accepted gratefully the martini Max poured from the thermos, turning the glass up, drinking greedily of the cool liquid that he had poured over ice. She shook her head slowly, trying to regain some of the composure lost under the torturous teasing of the feather.
Max sat by her running his fingers hungrily over the softness of her flesh. He purred his appreciation of the beauty of her body. Ann did not resist but sat in servile acceptance of his obscene attentions to her breasts and thighs. She was beyond caring now. Nothing more could be done to her that hadn't already been done in Tijuana. One more time wouldn't matter. She had become a common whore and she stared blindly ahead wanting only to get the awful ordeal over with. There was nothing else she could do.
"You will enjoy my little surprise, dear. All my visitors do-though some not as much as others. But I think you will. You seem to have a special sensitivity that comes to the surface under certain circumstances. We will provide those circumstances for you. You will see, I will not disappoint you."
He licked his lips as he spoke and doubt again began to arise in Ann's mind but she quickly dispelled it. She closed her mind to thoughts of resisting and turned the glass to her lips. The soothing drink helped, replacing that partial numbness which had worn off during her ordeal on the bed. She could feel herself deadening the racing thoughts in her mind again and she finished the last of the glass, thrusting it loosely toward the fidgeting Max next to her for re-fill.
"My dear," he consoled smilingly, "I hope you are not building false courage. I have told you I will not disappoint you."
"Make it big," she answered, slightly slurring her words. It was affecting her again and she welcomed the deadening feeling coursing through her. She couldn't stand him touching her when the time came otherwise.
Max poured her another Martini, adding a few cubes of ice.
"Here, this should help you relax. I don't want you to fear me, my darling, I want you to enjoy my company."
Ann ignored him. She could not bring herself to talk to him. She was still afraid she might lose control of herself and say or do something that would spoil it all and she would never get the pictures back. She drank deeply, the alcohol burning into her throat like fire-but doing its job; providing her the oblivion she desired and she could feel its nerve-calming effect seeping deeper with each swallow from the glass. Her sight blurred for a moment and she was conscious of Max's beady eyes focused closely on her every move. She knew he was waiting until he thought she was ready.
Why, she wondered dimly through the alcohol, is he letting me get drunk when he knows I'm at his mercy. He must know I can't stand for him to touch me.
Max answered her question a moment later when he took her by the hand and pulled her limply to her feet. He led her to an alcove screened by black velvet drapes.
"Now, my dear, you shall have the experience of your life. There aren't many women who get this opportunity." He grinned evilly into Ann's face as he slowly drew the drapes apart.
"Voila," he smiled proudly. "There is your lover."
Ann's heart suddenly jumped to her throat in spite of the alcohol. In a space about ten feet square and totally covered with mirrors from wall to ceiling sat a strange, menacing machine that caused sudden chills of fear to ripple over her.
"W-What is it?" She stammered in disbelief.
"It's a loving machine, my dear," he answered proudly. "My own design."
"B-But what does it do?" the poor girl whimpered, her mind working rapidly. "I-I thought you w-wanted me."
"No, my dove. I'm what you might call a "voyeur." I prefer to watch rather than touch. Most of the time anyway. That's why I have had my little pet here constructed. Come, I'll explain it to you."
Ann held her breath and moved cautiously with him as he pulled her toward the evil looking contraption. She had never heard of anything like this and suddenly the bitter truth of the alcohol came to her.
This was why he had let her drink so much! He knew she would resist this inhuman demand that she submit to a machine!
Max began his explanation, noting with glee the rising fear in her eyes. He had seen it often on others of his little playmates forced into the same position. A little fear made it more enjoyable, particularly as he could follow it slowly turn to lust under the tireless ministrations of his machine. He was proud of it and considered it one of his greater accomplishments. It had all the necessary factors to make it the greatest lover in existence. It more than made up for his impotency. After all, it was his creation, and there, him in action.
"You see, my dear. I have learned something from our space program. This is a coutour couch," he smiled proudly, patting a soft, plastic-covered stand on the floor. "This has been molded perfectly to fit underneath a kneeling female body. Notice it even has foam rubber lining for comfort."
Ann's eyes widened as she followed his description of the obscene mechanism. It looked like some kind of exercise machine. The plastic form was formed perfectly to take the female body kneeling on all fours. It was complete, even to two openings at the chest for the breasts to protrude and straps on the sides to bind the occupant securely onto it. He could control the angle of legs and torso by movable parts. Just behind where the buttocks would be, was a steel rod about two feet long, threaded so objects could be screwed on. The rod was connected to an arm coming up from a small electric motor on the floor.
"This, my dove, is the heart and soul of my little pet." He chuckled at his humor. "Here we attach the instrument of your desire. We have all shapes and sizes. Thick, thin, long, short, you just name it. I have had them molded from a special flesh-like rubber and they are true life in every respect-except they do not have the one weakness of man, they never grow soft. It is perfection and could make love to you through all eternity without tiring. You will love it, I promise."
Ann's heart skipped another beat. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This vile little man expected her to submit to the monstrous ordeal of being skewered by a machine while he sat back and enjoyed her humiliation. The thoughts of the pictures slipped from her mind and she turned to him with hatred in her eyes.
"I won't do it. It's sick do you hear? I'm not an animal and that's what you need, an animal!" Tears streamed from her eyes as she spat her contempt out at him, her body quivering in shame and frustration.
"We have an agreement, my dear. Have you forgotten so soon?" He chuckled softly, knowing it was just a matter of time before he'd have her proud, voluptuous body stretched over the machine. He enjoyed the playing. It was so much more exciting when the fought first and later gave him the satisfaction of total submission. He'd soon destroy the pride of this haughty little bitch. She would plead with him for more by the time he was through. He had not devoted his life to sensual pleasures without learning something about human nature and he knew her well enough by now to know that her very pride would be her downfall.
"We shall just stop the clock for a few minutes to allow you to compose yourself. Perhaps another little drink would help also." He smiled vindictively.
"S-Stop the clock. Why you can't! Our agreement was for you to make love to me. N-Not something like this." She directed her eyes in horror at the instrument in front of them. Max ignored her, walking to the other side of the room to stop the clock. He poured her another drink and handed it to her while Ann stood immobile in the alcove. She lifted the glass and greedily poured the cool liquid down her throat.
"There," Max gleamed, "that should settle your nerves."
"Please start the clock, Mr. Schroeder," Ann whimpered, her eyes downcast to the floor. "Max," he corrected.
"Please start it, Max," she whimpered again, her voice softening in surrender.
"You have offended me, my dear. You must first prove that you are sorry. The next hour shall not count and if you have not convinced me by that time, then our agreement is off and I shall have prints of the pictures on the streets of San Diego and off in the mail to your husband tomorrow morning. Now finish your drink."
His voice turned coldly and chills ran through Ann's body as the sudden recollection of her bargain returned to her. Max would not waver in his cruel demands and she was certain he would keep her here for a week if necessary. No one would miss her-she was hopelessly lost and her only salvation lay in seeing this through no matter what. She drained the glass, tears brimming to the corners of her eyes for the thousandth time today.
"That's a good girl," Max chuckled, enjoying the look of helpless resignation that crossed her face. "You shall have those pictures back in no time."
"Please start it now, Max, I beg you." Ann whimpered again, unable to bear the thought of an additional hour.
"We shall see, my love. We shall see how well you put your heart into the task at hand. Now be a good girl and come over here."
Ann hesitantly walked to the machine, resigned to her fate. Max took her hand and helped her onto all fours into the plastic mold. He fastened a leather strap behind her small waist just above where it flared into the broad, voluptuous curves of her hips. This held her torso tightly into the foam rubber pressed against belly and chest. Her ripe full breasts swelled through the apertures like ripe succulent fruit, the whiteness of their soft flesh contrasting sharply with the black of the smooth plastic. The fronts of her thighs were pressed tightly into the grooves molded for them and he quickly ran straps around the back of these just above the knees, locking them into place. She could see herself in the mirror surrounding them, held in the same helpless position as the girl with the dog in Tijuana. Max then took her arms and pulled them straight out to the sides, snapping them into two leather bracelets like those on the bed. They were held out as though she were doing a swan dive. Next he placed a tight leather band around the top of her head. There was a cord attached to the back of the macine that he ran through a loop on the strap over her waist and drew it tight. It pulled her head up and back so that her face was looking straight ahead, her neck bent at a ninety degree angle with her body. She groaned painfully for a moment, until she finally adjusted to the bizarre position.
Her eyes grew wide in disbelief as she saw in the mirror what had happened to her in the space of a few short seconds. She squirmed against the straps holding her with all her strength but it was useless. She could not move. The humiliation and shame were too great as she suddenly sobbed in her frustration. The white rounded cheeks of her buttocks stood high behind her, completely vulnerable. She felt a stab of fear at her total helplessness.
"Now, my love, make your choice," Max said beaming with lewd delight at the poor girl bound before him. He opened a mahogany box before her horrified eyes. She gasped as she saw the lascivious contents. As he had promised, there were about ten rubber phalluses, each in its own slot. Ann was amazed at how realistic they looked, even to the color; equipped too with a set of huge balls that even had realistic hair growing from them. He teasingly pulled the largest from the box and held it close before Ann's tortured face. She groaned in anguish as the size of it became clear to her alcohol blurred eyes. It must have been at least nine inches long, with a head that was about two inches across.
"How's this one?" he gloated in front of her tightly bound form. "This should make quite a dent in your belly."
"Oh God, no please," she whimpered. "I can't take it. I can't take it."
He replaced it slowly in the box, an evil leer fluttering across his face.
"Then, let's try this one for a starter. This should stretch it a little."
He pulled the second largest from the box. It was smaller, but not much. Perhaps an inch less in length and a quarter of an inch in diameter less.
"Oh, no, noooo!" Ann screamed as Max walked around the machine. She could see him in the mirror screwing the horrible instrument onto the steel shaft, pointed directly at the wide-open split of her crotch behind.
"Please, please don't do that to me."
"You'll like it, my dove. Remember, I promised you would. I still have some surprises for you."
He took a pitcher from the table where Sidney had left it earlier and Ann could see him pouring something into the rubber sac dangling beneath the huge menace of the penis. "Hot olive oil, my dear. I can squirt it into you anytime with the control button in my hand. This controls the speed and depth of the machine." He held a small box that looked like a television set remote control box. It was connected by several long wires to the base of the machine.
"We can make it do anything we want it to with this," he smiled. "All you have to do is ask me when the time comes-and-oh yes, I almost forgot something."
He bent over and quickly attached two rubber suction cups on the ends of long tubes, to the nipples of Ann's breasts, wihch protruded through the holes in the contour couch. She tried to pull back from the sudden contact but her bonds held her tight.
"W-what are you doing?" she moaned, the cool feeling of the rubber on her nipples sending chills along her spine.
"Just preparing you, my dove. We mustn't forget anything," Max answered gleefully, standing back and surveying the helpless girl with pride. "We must first prepare you."
He reached behind, rubbing his hands lewdly over the full rounded contours of her imprisoned buttocks, stroking them greedily. He sunk his fingers into the softness of the flesh for a moment as though unable to take his hand away, then with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, he gently spread the fleshy, hair-trimmed lips of her vagina apart. They were dry and unprepared and Ann clenched her teeth tightly together in fear that he was going to hurt her. Instead, he reached to the small table beside them and dug his fingers into a jar of vaseline. He gently swabbed the lubricating jelly the length of her pink warm slit, inserting his index finger fully into the fleshy warmth of her cunt. He rotated it around and around, swabbing the vaseline deep into the soft folds, preparing it for the entry of the poised rubber member on the piston-like shaft.
"You are too tight, my dear. I didn't realize you had had such little usage. We must take care of that."
He loosened a bolt holding the sheaths enclosing her thighs and moved her knees much farther apart. Ann's legs stretched wider and wider until she thought she was going to split. She cried in protest as she felt her behind stretch, the walls of her narrow pink slit popping open wide from the harsh outward pull.
"That's more like it," he chuckled, pulling the huge waiting member forward and pressing the giant rubbery head between the lips of her cruelly stretched vagina until it was poised for entry. Ann tried to struggle forward as she felt the soft, spongy substance inserted into the sensitive, lubricated lips but, again, it was useless.
Max sank into the soft chair next to the machine. It was located just behind Ann's upraised buttocks so that he could get a perfect view of the skewering of her helpless cunt. He held the control box tightly in his sweating palms, eager to begin the depraved ravishing of the innocent beauty bound before him.
Ann lay in hopeless dejection, so tightly bound to the rubber-lined contour couch that she couldn't move a muscle. Waves of shame and humiliation washed over her like some evil tide of foreboding. She was glad now for the alcohol or she could never have stood being stretched in this lewd position with the evil little man free to do with her as he wished. And the worst, she didn't dare to complain, he might keep that horrible clock off for another hour after this one and she would never get the photographs back. Her tortured thoughts were interrupted by Max's gleeful voice from the chair. She could see the nervous smile of anticipation crossing his lips in the mirror in front of her. With the reflections of the other mirrors around the alcove it gave her a complete view of all that was happening to her.
"First, my little bunny, we must get you in the proper mood for enjoying my love making. I have special effects for that." She watched in the mirror with horrified fascination as he pressed one of the many buttons on the control box and suddenly gasped at the reaction. A gentle sucking motion began at the cups connected to her nipples and the contour couch began, simultaneously, a slow almost imperceptible vibration beneath her torso. Her breasts involuntarily hardened slightly at the first weird tug at her nipples. Goose bumps rippled along her skin. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. An exquisite sensation a thousand times softer than any lips that had ever touched her. A second later, she felt the tender rubbery penis at her rear begin a gentle up and down movement along the sensitive outside edges of her vagina, staying teasingly just inside the moist, pink slit of her wide-stretched crotch.
My God, she thought, it's human! It's human!
She was caught unaware by the gentle probing of the machine. She had geared her mind to expect a harsher and more sudden attack on her helpless sex organ. But this-this was different, it was unexpected and subtle and she felt violent shudders coursing along her nerves, their intensity increased a hundred times by the rigidity of her position. Her toes squirmed beneath this soft attack helplessly-not able to resist it. She groaned, crying as she prayed her body would not betray her again. She couldn't give him that satisfaction too. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and fought it with all her strength-but the leering Max was not about to let her escape now.
"You like my love making, my dear. I can tell. I shall make you very happy," he crooned. Small beads of sweat were breaking out on his forehead now as his goal was in sight. He knew he would break her will to resist sooner or later and his eyes were alert for every slight twitch of her body for the first sign of weakness.
Ann moaned again as he increased the speed of the teasing machine. She could feel the tips of her nipples being sucked, titillated by the tubes, her ripe full breasts dancing as the machine vibration became faster. The long, thick cock teasing at the portal to her vagina, suddenly flicked forward on a signal from the box in Max's hand and she grunted from sudden pain at the unexpected intrusion spearing into her. She screamed for Max to stop, tears running down her cheeks. But the incursion grew and she felt her thighs being swept wider apart as the thick lubricated instrument bored forward into the tightly clinging canal of her cunt. Her vaginal passage felt on fire. She ached and her back ached from the cruel position she was bound in. She could only moan and plead for his mercy.
"Oh, oh, w-wait, p-please wait! You're killing me!"
The phallus stopped and began a gentle vibration inside the walls of her tightly-stretched cunt.
"See," Max smiled, "I told you it could do anything."
"But it hurts," she whimpered desperately. "It's too big."
"My dear, we have just begun. You haven't taken half of it yet," he taunted the stricken girl, flicking the button again and driving the cruel rod another half an inch forward.
"Ooooohhh," she cried in little screams. The walls of her vagina felt as though they were being pulled away. Max pressed another button and a warm jet of hot olive oil spurted from the tip of the rubbery head, lubricating her passage. The pain eased momentarily but the penetration increased and she felt as if someone were levering her thighs apart to split her tormented body all the way up to her vibrating breasts which were being sucked without ceasing. The huge, unbending cock throbbed on, not going any deeper, but expanding, patiently, the moist warm flesh wrapped tightly around it. It continued its nerve-shattering teasing for what seemed to Ann an eternity and her body was slowly changing to a mass of nerve-tingling sensation. Her eyes were still tightly shut as she fought the lewd sensations rippling through her helpless body. The familiar waves of pleasure began creeping forcefully into her. She fought against them with all her strength but the indecent machine pursued and tantalized her breasts and cunt relentlessly. A fire was building in her that she could not control and in the end it was the very thought of her helplessness that weakened her. An excited moan escaped her lips, betraying her submission to her tormentor. She was his to do with as he wished. His for the taking-but the slavering tyrant in the chair wanted more-he had waited too long to get this proud young bitch under his thumb and nothing less than total degradation would satisfy his sick lusts now. He would teach her to scorn him as she had before-he would show her what a real man was-before he was through he would have her groveling at his feet, pleading for it. A lascivious smile flickered across his fat, wet lips as he saw the involuntary rotation of her white fleshy buttocks begin. They were free to move several inches each way and had begun to clench and open in rhythm to the throbs of the mechanical cock shoved between her legs.
My God, Ann thought through the haze, What's happening to me? What's happening to me? I can't help it, I can't help it....
"No, no," she sobbed incoherently. "Let me go! Let me go! I can't let you do it! I can't!"
"No, you like it my dove, now don't you?" Max teased from the chair. "I can feel it. Tell Max how much you like it."
He flicked the button again, sending more forceful, spasmodic throbs through the cock imbedded thickly in her vaginal passage.
"Oooooh," she groaned helplessly.
All the while, the teasing tubes attached to her vibrating breasts kept sucking madly, toying with the now tightly-swollen mounds as though bewitched by their soft white resilience squeezing and sucking, sucking as though they were alive, until it seemed the full rounded globes would burst from the softly exquisite pleasure tingling through them.
Ann tried to arch upwards, the cords in her strained neck standing out. She flung the long blonde hair beneath the band holding her head, from side to side begging him to stop, please stop!
But the fat grinning man was a master at sensual torture and played on the screaming struggling body as a master violinist would on a Stradivarius, producing sounds of pain and pleasure from it at will; a wail of joy from a sudden throb of the embedded cock, a whine of pain from an extra excruciating suck at a nipple. The symphony played on as the moans from the shackled girl became more desperate with each brutal, teasing probe. He increased the intensity of the demon cords sucking and pulling at her breasts until they jerked below her body like quivering mounds of vibrating jelly. She tried to push back at the thick instrument digging into her from the rear, she wanted more, the hot lubricating juices of her cunt had begun to flow and eased the pain, inciting her to desire-a hunger for more. The straps held her tight, she could not move back and groaned her frustration through contorted lips. She could see his small beady eyes in the mirror locked in gleeful fascination on her twisted and bent form. He knew she had reached the point of no return and he would have her as he wanted in a matter of minutes.
"Tell me, my love, tell me what you want," the taunting oily face coaxed, moving his chair closer so that he could reach out and touch the vibrating whiteness of her round full buttocks.
"I won't. I-I can't, please, please," Ann's resistance ebbed with the exquisite maddening pleasures being lavished on her helpless naked form. But she couldn't bring herself to suffer this final indignation, knowing that this was the point of final surrender. The thought of begging him to drive the teasing rod into her and quench the aching hunger throbbing now like hot licking flames in her loins, was unbearable.
"Just say it, my dear, just say it and it's yours, tell me to fuck you and I will."
Ann's dazed mind sensed in horror his use of the word "me" each time he referred to the machine! He had made it to overcome his impotency and in the act of love he became the machine! He made it do the things he couldn't; he was sick! She was in the hands of a sadistic maniac and it was too late to do anything about it, the teasing manipulations were driving her crazy!
"No, no," she moaned lolling her head as far as she could from side to side in almost unconscious hysteria. "I won't-I can't-I can't, please don't make me, please, pleeeease!"
"Do you like that, does it feel good?" he throbbed the penis viciously.
"Ohhh, Ohhh, yes, yes it does, it doesssss!" she hissed between tightly-clenched teeth.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"I-I don't know, I don't know, ohhh. No, no, don't stop, don't stop!"
"Say it then," he commanded cruelly, "say it."
"Oooooh, ooohhh," the helpless girl moaned, all resistance drained from her distorted mind. "Give it to me! Give it to me!"
"Not like that, my dear," he tormented, "you know the right words."
"Oh. no, don't make me, I won't," she wept uncontrollably, unable to bring herself to this ultimate humiliation.
"Say it!" he commanded harshly, then added the ultimate cruelty as she sobbed in humiliated remembrance. "Beg me the way you did those men in the pictures."
He increased the maddening probings until Ann had no resistance left. The fiery hot ball deep in her belly screamed for release from its agonies. Nothing mattered any more but to still this crazed hunger within her and she began blurting out incoherently all the vile filthy words she knew, pleading with him, the lust in her desire-wracked body driving her on.
"Oh God," she moaned in final surrender, almost shrieking at him. "Fuck me, fuck me with it! Go on! Go on!"
Max pressed the button with the glee of conquest sending the huge thick shaft racing up into her, pushing the soft ridges of the moist warm walls of her cunt before it like a rampaging bulldozer, until it was buried the full eight inches deep in her wide-stretched cunt. He stopped it for a moment at the apex where the giant rubbery head throbbed menacingly against the hard flat end of her womb. Ann's mouth opened and closed in unexpected torment until gradually she became accustomed to the trunk-like rod imbedded in her. She could feel the huge skin-like balls brushing against her clitoris between the wide-spread thighs. A strange masochistic joy rippled through her. Even the pain was weirdly pleasurable and she waved her buttocks back against it as much as the restricting belts holding her down to the stand would allow. The sight she made in the mirror incited her more. This was total subjugation-being bound helplessly on her knees this way, her arms straight out in the air, breasts jiggling crazily underneath from the weird ministrations of the suction cups. She could see from the reflections in the mirror behind, the giant rod impaling her. God, it was huge!
It appeared as though her buttocks were stretched beyond all human endurance. And that monstrous instrument he had waved before her face was now sunk all the way between them. She could even see the tiny pink ridges of her moist pussy clasped tightly around the edges of it. God what a hole it made in her. The lewd picture of her humiliation made her squirm back at it again to punish herself more.
"Is it good?" Max panted, now stroking the white globes of her quivering buttocks with one hand, sweat rolling from his face in profusion. "Do you like it?"
He throbbed the instrument again.
"Oooooh! Yes, do that again! Oooooh, it's good, good!"
"Better than your husband?" he drooled, slowing the throbbing of the impaling cock to hear her final admission of depraved submission. Ann suddenly moaned at the reminded of Dave, a battle raged within her. She just couldn't say it, it was all she had left.
"Do you want me to stop?" he taunted lewdly. "Oh no," she panicked at the thought. "Not yet, not yet."
"Then say it! Say, you are better than Dave, my darling," He throbbed the cock again.
"Oooooh, yes, yessss!" she hissed between closed teeth. "You're better, you're better than Dave, my darling."
Max grinned an obscene grin of victory. He had her now. She wanted it with all her being and now by God he was going to give it to her. He flicked several switches on the box and the couch started an up and down motion, sending her white quivering buttocks high up in the air and then down again as a jockey riding a thoroughbred horse. The arm connected to the motor began a back-and-forth motion in time to the couch, the thick mechanical cock thrusting in and out of her round-stretched cunt in thrusts that traveled its full eight inches of length. A moist, sucking sound of intercourse sounded through the alcove and the slap of the swinging balls against her soft belly joined it melodiously. Max licked his lips hungrily as he watched the reddish skin of the tight, little vagina draw back with the prick, clutching as if it didn't want it to come out and then disappearing inside again with each forward lunge.
Ann groaned out her submission to the lewd sensation racing through her mechanically-ravished body. Her toes curled tightly against the soles of her stocking feet as she was bucked up and down, sucked and screwed like a helpless slave by the great, driving machine. Max, the control box still in his hands, was kneeling down over her now coursing his palms over the sensitive skin of her sweating body. He pressed the buttocks farther apart, spreading them obscenely and teasing at the red, puckered little hole of her anus with his fat thick middle finger. Suddenly, he thrust it forward into her rectum just as the rubber cock rammed deep into her belly, impaling her like an insect.
"Ooooooohhhhhh," she grunted as he moved it around deep in her anus, expanding the tiny, tight hole in time to the fucking of the cock into her cunt below.
Oh God, how he was debasing her! Treating her like a common whore he had bought for the night. The strange masochistic pleasure rippled through her again. She wanted to be destroyed by it, she wanted to be screwed until she could never walk again. The lewd subjugation of her helpless, kneeling form was driving her wild with lust-incited sensation.
"Oooooohhh, fuck me, fuck me good!" she chanted through contorted lips, sweat dripping from her straining face, the rhythm of the machine and the skewering of her asshole and cunt egging her on.
The finger popped from her anus as suddenly as it had slithered in. A great gush of cool air pushing over the plundered hole. Max was kneeling suddenly in front of her, holding her cheeks between his hands, his short, fat cock standing up in erection under the heavy roll of fat hanging from his hair covered belly.
"Suck it," he hissed through her torment.
She resisted for a moment, sickened by the sudden sight of the short fleshy instrument. It couldn't be over four inches long-no wonder he relied on the machine. Her strange random thoughts were cut short as he rammed the thick rod of flesh in, crushing through her soft moist lips into the wet saliva of her mouth. She could feel the spongy bluntness of the head sliding the length of her tongue, lifting momentarily her concentration on the huge member ramming into her from behind.
Gloating above her tightly-strapped head, he began to undulate his pelvis, sliding the short fat prick in and out of her mouth, never quite withdrawing, leaving the hot, swollen head a half an inch inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Ann closed her eyes tightly to block out the horrible sight of the graying pubic hairs growing at the thick base of the cock which rammed mercilessly into her contorted face. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as he shoved forward, burying the rod deep in her throat, keeping pace with the cock pushing ceaselessly into her wide-spread buttocks behind.
Max looked down with lewd delight at the sweat-glistening body of the helpless, strapped girl, skewered between his cock in her mouth and the mechanical cudgel behind. He timed his thrusts at her contorted face to match those of the machine, ramming forward as it did, levering up on his toes thrusting with all his strength, trying to meet the head of the other deep in her belly. He held her head tighter as she coughed and sputtered below as the tip rhythmically brushed her tonsils on the in-stroke, watching her tender lips clasping tighter and tighter around it as her mouth became accustomed to the fleshy intrusion.
Ann suddenly felt the rising tide beginning deep in her quivering belly. The very hopelessness of her position and the debasing ravishment of her body brought tiny strange ripples of fire dancing through her tattered nerves. She licked and sucked at the fleshy hardened rod imbedded in her mouth like a demon, her glands slimy from the mixture of his lubricating fluid and her own saliva. She sucked for it to end as she felt her own insides erupting in great white flashes of fire, tunneling through her veins in a never-ending stream of building pleasure. It suddenly burst and she groaned around the thrusting cock in her mouth as her orgasm flooded in great sensual waves of cum around the jack-hammering cock in her cunt, seeping in warm rivulets out of the vaginal lips clasped tightly around its base and down the insides of her quivering thighs. It was indescribable and the whole of her crotch felt wet and used beyond belief. Tears of unconscious joy rolled from her eyes.
At the same time she felt his loins crush into her face, the fleshy roll of his stomach pressing tight against her forehead. His hands gripped her behind the head pulling it forward as though he were trying to meet the cock thrusting deep in her belly. He groaned a soul-searing groan and flooded her mouth with his hot, thick cum which spurted thickly down her throat in great waves. She gulped automatically, swallowing the sweet, pungent liquid hungrily to satiate the abandoned feeling of self debasement that flooded over her helplessness. There was nothing else in the world except the heated throb of her wet passage behind and the spewing cock in her mouth. She wallowed obscenely in the pleasure of subjugation to the fat little man jerking into her face.
When it was over and he had flicked the machine off with the box in his hand a seeming eternity later, she still moaned and cooed, nibbling gently at the sticky, deflated cock in her mouth. He stroked her hair above, cooing, and pressed the button that slowly withdrew the giant cock from her forever-stretched cunt. It slipped out with a gentle sucking noise as a great cool rush of air filled it where the instrument had worked it to white hot orgasm a moment before. He stepped back, withdrawing the cock in her mouth with a slight plop, a thin string of semen following it away.
Ann lay panting in utter exhaustion. Her tortured body could not move as she watched him stagger back and collapse in the chair next to her still tightly strapped body. Her eyes fluttered closed and exhausted sighs of satiation escaped through her sperm covered lips. The shame of her surrender to his depraved rape seeped slowly back into her tortured mind.