Chapter 8
Maria felt smug and a beaming grin spread across her face. Brightness flashed in her jade green eyes. She'd been selected and eased away from the crowd by the most handsome and distinguished-looking of all the male guests.
"I've always heard that it's lonely at the top," she said to the tall, strongly built corporate president. "But I can't believe that a man who looks like you is ever lonely unless he wants to be."
"Lonely? I wish to shit it was! I have people on my back all the time-stockholders, the Board of Directors, bureaucrats and politicians-all wanting something."
"But you don't have to think about any of them now," Maria said, pressing closer, feeling supremely confident. She liked the way he looked at her. There was frankness and urgency glinting brightly in his eyes.
"No, you're right. I only need to think about you. I love your blonde hair."
Maria did not even pause to think that it was not her own. She brushed it lightly with wavering fingers and smiled up at him. Then her hand swept down and teased through the silvery fur domed over one of her large breasts. His eyes followed.
"But it's not my hair you're looking at now," she said.
"You're right about that, too. I like big, firm tits even better than blonde hair."
"Aren't you lucky that I have both?" She cooed.
His look hardened and his voice turned cold. "Luck didn't have a damn thing to do with it. In my office and in places like this, I always get exactly what I want!"
"And you wanted me," Maria said with overflowing pride.
He grinned strangely and ran his eyes up and down, coolly appraising her lush curves. "You remind me of my wife," he said.
"Oh?" Maria questioned the odd ring in the way he said it. Then she thought how lovely and pampered this man's wife must be. Diamonds, furs and fine cars would all be as common as salt to her. "She must be lovely," she said in a wistful voice.
"She's an ugly, arrogant, haughty little bitch!" He snapped back. "She smiles and coos over me in front of her society friends, but at home her cunt is as cold as a fucking bucket of ice."
"Why don't you divorce her? There must be thousands of beautiful women you could pick from-"
"There are, but I can't leave her. She owns too much stock in the company. She inherited it from her father and she holds that over my head like a sword. One angry word from her and the Board of Directors would heave me out on my ass-"
Maria began to back away. The sudden cold rage she saw in his glowering eyes made her cringe.
"I'm nothing but a fucking puppet and that red-haired bitch pulls all the strings!"
She felt even more frightened then. This outwardly powerful man was as much a prisoner as any of the women in the room-maybe even more so. The chains that bound him could not be seen. They only weighted his mind.
"I come to places like this to forget her bitching demands. I have to play the loving husband in front of her friends. I have to bow and scrape and kiss her stinking ass!"
Maria edged back another step. He glared and reached out one strong hand. "You thought I'd do the same for you because of your sexy blonde hair-"
"No!" Maria cried as he coiled his fingers in the long curls of the wig.
"She wears a long silver mink like that most of the time," he said. "If it wasn't for all this blonde hair, you'd remind me exactly of her!" He jerked her toward him and the wig came off in his hand.
Maria's own fiery red hair fell in tight curls from having been capped under the wig. "Sonuvabitch!"
He growled. "You are like her! Exactly alike!" He grabbed her arm in a tight grip.
A gasp of sinking fear came from Maria's lips. She realized now how cleverly she'd been set up to satisfy this man's smoldering rage. Val watched their silent struggle and came forward to help if needed.
"Tonight I'm not going to forget. Tonight I'm going to get even! I'm going to show you what it's like to jump and twitch every time some fucking cunt pulls the strings!"
He whirled Maria and pushed her toward a long, open hall.
"I'm taking this bitch to the gym," he told Val. "And I'm going to need rope. Lots of rope!"
Val smiled and simply gave a nod to one of the female guards. Even that had been arranged in advance.
The gym at the end of the long hall was an enormous high-ceilinged room with an impressive array of athletic equipment. Maria wailed as he pushed her inside. "I'm not your wife, for God's sake. I-I don't even know your name!"
"It's Winthrop," he said. "But she calls me Winnie like I was her fucking teddy bear!" He snarled with disgust and pushed her toward the far corner of the room and a towering, metal-framed exercise machine. To her frightened eyes it looked more like a gallows.
It was rigged with a complex system of pulleys and counterweights so a man could exercise virtually any muscle in his body by pulling against spring-tension or dead-weight. Winthrop had Maria positioned beneath the tall steel frame and he was grinning wickedly when the guard arrived with coils of shiny, nylon rope.
"Please," Maria begged as he lashed one strand tightly around each wrist. "Can't we just fuck?"
He laughed bitterly in reply. "You sniveling bitch! You've been fucking me for years every way you could think of except with your cunt! Now it's my turn! I'm going to call that tune, and you are going to dance!"
The guard stepped around behind Maria and started to slip off her coat. She'd been instructed to save the expensive furs and jewelry from damage whenever possible.
"Leave it!" Winthrop said. "My wife always wears fur to show the world how fucking rich and important she is."
"But, Sheriff Parker says-"
"Fuck Sheriff Parker! He wants to please the Governor, and the Governor wants my company to build a new plant in this state."
"Yes, sir."
The guard backed away. What the hell? She thought. Parker can easily arrest another rich bitch and replace the fancy coat. Her first and most pressing order was to see that the important male guests enjoyed themselves at all times.
Winthrop came forward with a strand of the sleek rope clutched in each hand and knotted one tightly around each of Maria's bejeweled wrists.
"Thread these lines through the two outside pulleys at the top of the frame," he told the guard.
"Yes, sir!"
She nimbly climbed the ladder-like steps on one side of the frame and threaded the long strands of rope through the pulleys, as she was told.
"Stay up there, I'll have more for you to do in just a second."
He was knotting another pair of ropes just above Maria's elbows, cinching the knots tight in the thick, silvery, fur sleeves of the coat hanging half off her back.
"Nooo," Maria said when she felt the pain of biting rope.
She'd been too stunned and shaken to resist until then. The sudden burst of his anger had surprised her and the intensity of his sizzling rage had left her too weak to move.
She twisted and tried to pull away, straining to reach the door. But the ropes knotted around her wrists jerked tight and yanked her back. Then he'd tied the free ends of the ropes to the heavy springs at the base of the frame.
The strong springs kept her arms spread wide. She could pull against them and get her arms down, but not for long. The power of the heavy springs was too much. The instant she weakened, her arms were flung wide again.
"I used to be an engineer," Winthrop said and Maria realized that she didn't even know if that was his first or last name. But it didn't matter. He was an insane sonuvabitch either way.
"I loved designing machinery and making it work," he said as he knotted tight loops of rope around her ankles and tossed the long, trailing ends up to the guard who was poised monkey-like at the top of the frame. "I should have kept working at what I liked but no! I had to get to the top. So I married you-the fucking boss's daughter."
"I'm not your wife!" Maria screamed.
"That's right. Tonight you're a fucking puppet-like you made of me. And when I pull the strings, baby, you're going to dance!"
Maria understood what he was doing now and her guts wrenched into a tight knot of fear. She could not move either her arms or legs now without straining against the powerful springs. A second or two of supreme effort allowed her to move less than a yard before the twanging springs recoiled and snapped her back in a spread-eagle position.
As a kid growing up in the country, Maria had seen her dad trap foxes and tack their hides to the wall of the barn to dry. Now she was starting to feel like one of them.
In her torment, Nancy had dreamed of escape. But Maria was of a different mind. She plotted revenge. It was that skinny bitch Val who set her up for this and Maria vowed that somehow, some way, she would get even.
But strung as she was in a web of tight rope, her plotting seemed almost silly.
"I want a cattle prod," Winthrop said as he motioned for the guard to climb down.
"I don't know if we have one here."
"In Rocklin County there are more cows than people. Get me the prod!"
"Yes, sir," she hurried toward the door.
"Do you know what a cattle prod is?" Winthrop asked Maria with a wickedly cool grin curving his lips.
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" Maria shot back.
Her plotting had filled her mind with anger. Growing up in the country, she'd watched men use the long wands to herd cattle into trucks bound for market. She knew that there was a battery in the handle of what looked like a fishing rod, and the mechanism delivered a stinging electric shock sharp enough to move a huge, stubborn head of beef.
Winthrop came forward grinning maliciously and began to rip the front of her dress. One long sweep of his powerful hand tore it to her waist and Maria's big, beautiful tits bulged in an uplifting bra.
"I'm going to leave that," he said. "The wire supporting those big tits of yours will spread the shock all around!"
"You bastard! You're a fucking madman!"
"The fucking comes later. Right now I'm just mad!"
He ripped her gown clear off and let it settle in a heap at her feet. Then he attacked her lace-trimmed panties with an angry slash of his hand.
Maria felt herself pulled forward. Her back arched and her glorious red-furred pussy mound came into view as the sheer doth strained near the breaking point. It split with the sound of a scream. The spring tension whipped her back into an upright position, arms and legs spread wide.
"One touch of that prod on your clit, and you are really going to jump!" He said in a cold sneering voice.
I just hope I get to use it on Val, Maria was thinking. I'd like to shove all six feet of it up her ass and shock her bitching throat!
Her delightful visions of revenge blazed wild a moment later. It was Van herself who entered the room carrying the long, thin prod.
"I just had to see what you wanted this for," Val said with obscene excitement crackling in her voice. "It was such an unusual request-even for this place."
Maria glared at the towering bitch. In her sleek, black, leather suit, the redhead thought she looked like grinning death. But as Winthrop turned with the wand in his hand, Maria could focus on nothing but the bright metal tip. And she could think of nothing but a shock like a lightning bolt touching her clit.
"Music!" Winthrop commanded. "I want to hear music!" In his fancy formal clothes, standing erect and tapping the tip of the prod on the floor, he looked like a symphony conductor holding an oversized baton.
Val moved obediently to a panel on the wall to switch on the mellow strains of string music wired throughout the house. Maria watched how lithe and quick she was and couldn't help wondering how fast the vicious bitch could move with electric shocks drilling her skinny ass.
"Aaah, good!" Winthrop peeled off his coat and his lace-front shirt. Val and Maria both stood watching, their eyes entranced by the powerful rippling muscles that covered his chest.
He tugged at his belt and let his pants fall. Then he dropped his shorts to reveal an abnormally long cock hanging as limp as wet laundry between his legs.
"My wife's constant bitching and lording her control over me has all but ruined my big cock," he said to Val. "It hardly ever gets stiff enough to fuck any more."
He stroked it idly with his hand. But the huge thing remained limp and still like a giant in a deep, drugged sleep.
"But it will tonight," he said in a stone-cold voice of confidence. "Once I've heated her frigid cunt and taught my fucking puppet to dance!"
Val's lips swerved into a leering grin. She loved to watch a lush, ripely curved woman squirm. It eased the nagging doubts and fears of inadequacy she had because of her own body, not fully a man or a woman.
"Sting her clit!" She hissed, "I want to watch her writhe!"
"I don't take orders from demanding women!" Winthrop said. "Not any more! When I get home, I'm going to show that bitch wife of mine!"
Val and Maria both felt waves of relief-Val because this handsome man had called her a woman, and Maria because he was talking about his real wife at home, not the twisted image of her in his angry mind.
Maria then felt sympathy for him. Since she'd first started trying on the fancy gowns, jewelry and furs she'd been trying to imagine what life at the top would be like. She had never dreamed that those people share many of the same concerns and frustrations as the people whose lives they so often control.
This man Winthrop had been a prisoner far longer than she. And, apparently, it troubled him more. Seething rage still flashed in his eyes, along with a powerful hunger for revenge.
"Dance!" He snarled at Maria as he waved the long prod in sweeping arcs, still leading the unseen orchestra that filled the room with stirring rhythm.
Maria tried. She strained desperately against the binding ropes and springs. But the redhead pulled one way only to be flung back the opposite way with such force that her feet jerked clear off the floor. They kicked and thrashed in a lewd parody of a graceful waltz.
"Faster!" He commanded, "I love to watch your tits jiggle and your pussy mound jerk!"
Maria groaned through her gritted teeth. He was reaching toward her with the tip of the prod. She fought to pull back out of reach, but then the force of the spring hurled her forward and she felt the cold metal button brush her naked thigh.
"Yyyeeeooow!" She cried. The shock cut through her like a hot knife. Nerves that felt severed twitched and flopped and the twanging springs kept her lurching like a hooked fish. "EEEEYYYOOOW!" He touched her other thigh, closer to her dripping cunt. "Not there!" She pleaded. "Oooh, shit... not there!"
But he grinned coldly and pressed the gleaming button on one puffed lip of her pussy. Maria arched her back, violently strong in the grip of fear. She howled when the force of the tugging springs won out and she rocketed forward, feeling a burning, needle-like shock rip into the depths of her cunt.
Maria thought at first he'd impaled her cunt with half the length of the evil wand, but it was only the searing jolt that burned in her sultry, pink, fuck hole. He flicked it to the other side and sent another bolt of pain spearing in her cunt.
"The clit!" Val said with a grunt. "Touch her clit!"
"Shut up!" Winthrop screamed and whirled, twitching the long wand right under her nose. "Open your bitching mouth again and I'll jam this tingler into your cunt!"
Val shrank back, her hands dropping to cover her cunt. "I'm sorry, but watching you makes me so excited," she mumbled in apology.
"It excites her too!" Winthrop said. "There's already honey dripping from her tawny fuck hole!"
And there was. Maria couldn't believe it at first, but she could feel the sleek oil of desire oozing from her pussy and running slowly down one leg.
"And look at those delicious tits!"
They heaved and rocked from the force of her heavy breathing. Winthrop slowly and deliberately lifted the tip of the wand until the vibrating motions of her springy web thrust one hard-nippled tit against the tip of the wand.
The shock stabbed right through the fabric over her tit. Maria hunched and tried to draw her arms together to protect herself, but the burrowing tip of the slender prod found the wire frame reinforcing the half cups of her bra.
The searing jolt circled Maria's tits and filled them with the shivering tingle of pain. But strangely, she found that it didn't hurt nearly as much as it had before. The sting was sharp, but more like the quaking tremors of joy that always preceded one of her grinding orgasms.
"Fuck her!" Val said sharply. "Ream her dripping cunt!"
Winthrop glared at the slender figure in luxurious black suede, but he said nothing. He smiled and decided he'd fuck them both. His cock was big and hard enough to do it now. It was only a question of which he'd have first!