Chapter 1
"What are you looking at?"
"Oh, nothing."
Mandy Dawson watched her husband, Phil, turn away from the bedroom window. He was half-guilty, half-defiant.
"Those two sluts next door, I suppose!" she snapped and strode over to the window.
She had been right. Mrs. Berkhardt and her daughter were lying out on their sun deck, practically naked. The skimpy bikinis they wore only just disguised the swelling mounds of their tits and the dark triangles of their pussy-mounds. It was disgusting. No wonder perverts like Phil looked at them all the time. Mrs. Berkhardt was only in her mid-thirties, she must have had that girl very young, probably out of wedlock, Mandy assured herself.
The girl was certainly a beauty. She had her mother's dark hair, but hers was cut short around her square, dark-eyed face. Her young tits almost thrust out of the bikini top, large, well-formed tits. The curves of her body were just like her mother's, an open invitation to the lusts of men like Phil.
Phil. Mandy turned to sneer at him, but he'd gone . . . probably downstairs. He was such a brute, and Mandy hated him. Always wanting sex. And when she gave it to him and went to clean off in the bathroom afterward, as any decent woman would do, he wanted more.
She would climb into bed and he would be there, pawing her, trying to get his hands on her tits and arouse her. She'd put a stop to that, very quickly. If Phil couldn't behave himself, then he wasn't going to get any at all.
In the next-door yard, a young blonde came out of the back door with drinks and went over to the sunbathing women.
"Hi, Kay," Mandy heard the mother say.
The young blonde was a friend of the daughter and she was dressed as disgustingly as the other two. Her bathing suit was nothing more than some string with a square inch of cloth covering her tits and cunt.
Mandy turned away in disgust and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She had to admire her wonderful figure. She paraded, raised her hands over her head to thrust her small, firm tits higher.
Oh, the men that had tried to get a hold of these. They had always buried their heads in her reddish-blonde hair as it cascaded almost to the twin tits they so desperately wanted to touch.
Her legs were another wonderful asset. Long, slim curving thighs and calves led to a pair of trim ankles that looked just perfect in high-heeled shoes. Her tight ass fitted into her hot-pants, stretching the imitation leather without a crinkle. The thin blouse she wore showed her tits off almost to her cleavage.
But Mandy was aware that her face was the thing that men wanted. High cheekbones framed her wide hazel eyes. Her cheeks curved into a wide, sensual mouth that one of her admirers had written a poem about. Her full red lips had been compared to soft roses, an image Mandy liked. It was so sensitive.
Not that Phil knew anything about being sensitive.
Mandy turned back to the window. Phil wouldn't understand sensitive if you dropped it on him. He just wanted to ram his mouth onto her lips while he rammed his big cock into her.
Once, he had even asked her to take his cock in her mouth. Her mouth! Mandy had been so horrified at the depravity of his suggestion that she had slept in the guest bedroom for a month. She'd only moved back in with him because some friends of his had come to stay and she had to keep up appearances.
The guests had been bad enough, always cracking jokes in bad taste. Winking at Phil every time they went off to bed. Mandy had been glad when they left.
Mandy went downstairs, and sure enough, Phil was there, watching a baseball game.
"Don't you think of anything else?" Mandy snapped. "Have you got enough beer?"
Mandy was sarcastic.
"Yes," Phil said shortly.
"You missed the blonde," Mandy said with a sneer. "Pity, you'd have liked staring at her. Young thing, friend of the-" "I know," said Phil. "I met her when I was over there."
"You were over there?" Mandy asked sharply.
"Yes, I . . . er . . . had a chat with Steven," Phil said. "Nice guy. Nice family."
"Any woman who lays around in those bathing suits is not nice!" said Mandy sharply.
"Oh, not that you dress in sexy stuff," said Phil, getting up in disgust and going for another beer. "Look at that outfit. Turn a fucking eunuch on."
"Don't be disgusting. It happens to be comfortable."
"Ohhhh, right," said Phil. He came back and peeled back his beer can top. "You get that any tighter and your ass'll burst out."
"That's enough!" Mandy stormed away.
Over the next week, Phil went over to the Berkhardt's house several times. He came back with strange looks on his face, staring at Mandy as if her were laughing inside. On Wednesday he came in, late as usual, and sat on the edge of their bed with a thump.
"Guess what?" he asked.
Mandy rolled over and tried to push him away. "You've been drinking."
"You bet," said Phil. "After all, I can't get fucked, so what do you want me to do?"
"Get off," said Mandy. She rolled out of reach.
"We're going to the Berkhardt's for dinner on Friday," said Phil. "They want to meet you."
"Well, I don't want to meet them," said Mandy nastily. "And I'm not going."
"But we've been invited," Phil protested.
"I'm not going," said Mandy. "They don't look like a very nice family."
Phil argued for some time, but Mandy was as good as her word, and she didn't go. She let Phil go on his own, and she made a number of sarcastic comments as he left. She watched television, made herself some coffee, and went to bed.
But something wasn't right. She didn't want Phil in that house with all those loose women. She looked in the telephone directory and called next door.
Loud music played in the background as a female voice answered the phone.
"Is Phil there?" Mandy asked.
"Sure," the girl said. "You want to talk to him? He's rather busy right now."
"Yes, please," said Mandy shortly.
It was almost a minute before Phil came to the phone.
"Yes?" he asked.
"When are you coming home?" Mandy wanted to know.
"I have no idea," said Phil. "Could be next Thursday."
"If you don't come home at once from that disgusting party, I shall have to come and get you. That should embarrass you enough."
"You wouldn't do that, Mandy." Phil laughed. "You wouldn't dare do that."
He hung up the phone.
Mandy had never been insulted like that and she wasn't prepared to put up with it. She sprang out of bed and reached for her best fur coat. She would embarrass him all right. All she had on was her little nightie and she slipped the coat over that. She put on her high-heeled sling-back sandals and went out.
There was only one light on next door as she crunched her way up the gravel path. But the door opened quickly and all Mandy could make out was the figure of a girl in the semi-darkness.
"Come in," said the girl.
Mandy saw it was the daughter. She went in and the door closed behind her.
Mandy followed her along the dark corridor. Mandy could just make out that the girl's short skirt ended well up her thighs and that she seemed to be dressed as a maid. They reached a flight of stairs.
"They're in the basement," said the girl and waved Mandy down.
There was a dim, red light on the stairs and Mandy had difficulty going down in her high-heeled shoes. At the bottom was another door, and Mandy pushed it open and went in.
The sight that met her eyes took her breath away. The basement was done out in plush carpets and dotted with strange machines and benches. But on the walls were things that even Mandy could understand. Whips and chains, ropes, and imitation cocks all hung in rows.
And there, in the middle of the room, was Phil, watching the most disgusting thing on television. A woman was bent over a leather-padded horse while two men fucked her, one in her mouth and one in her cunt. A second woman was lashing the first woman's tits with a short, many-fingered leather whip.
"Phil, I demand an explanation!" Mandy exclaimed.
"Shut up!" said Phil. "This girl's about to come, haven't you any sense?"
Mandy crossed her arms and ignored the television screen, waiting for the moans and screams to die down.
The woman getting double-fucked and whipped began to toss and heave on the horse as she climaxed, thrusting her tits up for the whip at each blow. The man fucking her in the mouth started to yell and heave, and huge gobs of white cum burst out of his cock-slit and poured over the woman's face and tits. She screamed and rubbed his cum into her red-lined tits, sucking and licking at his cock all the time.
Mandy had never been so disgusted. If Phil ever came here again she would divorce him. She tried to look away, but the new screams dragged her reluctant attention back to the screen.
"Ohhh, yes!" the woman yelled. "Ohhh, yes! Fuck me! Whip me! Ohhh yes! Oh cum up my cunt, cum, please!"
She heaved as the man shot cum into her pussy. White goo squeezed out of her cunt as the man shot his load. He leaned back, yelling as his cock spasmed, until the beat of his cock slowed and the last of his jism spread over the woman's cunt.
"Hey, that was good," said Phil as he turned away. "Don't you think so, darling?"
"That was . . . that was . . . unspeakable," said Mandy. "You are coming home with me at once, or I won't be there in the morning."
"That's right," said Phil. "You won't be there in the morning."
Phil turned.
"It worked," he said. "You said it would, Lucy, you're a genius."
Mandy took in the other people in the room. Lucy was Mrs. Berkhardt and she looked more depraved than when she had been sunbathing in almost nothing at all. All she wore was a pair of black fishnet stockings and a tight, black bodice that bound her tight around the waist and flared out over her ass and tits. Her tits were almost exposed. In fact, half of them showed above her frilly bodice.
The blonde and the daughter were indeed dressed as maids, in little black uniforms and white aprons. The skirts of the uniforms came just below the tops of their dark stockings, and they both wore six-inch heels that showed their shapely legs to the fullest advantage.
"You know my daughter Goldie," said Lucy airily, "and this is her friend, Kay. This is my husband, Steven, and behind you is Goldie's boyfriend, Terry."
Mandy shot around and a tall young man was indeed standing behind her. He was tall, and his well-muscled frame exuded confidence as he leaned against the doorjamb in an open shirt and tight pants.
"What kept you?" he asked. "We couldn't start the party without you."
"There isn't going to be a party," Mandy said stiffly. "Phil is coming home with me and he is never to set foot in this house again. Is that clear?"
Steven got up from the chair he had been sitting in. Mandy noticed that there was a huge bulge in the front of his pants. He was a tall man, several inches over six feet and he walked toward Mandy with an easy step.
"Come in," he said. "Goldie was a very naughty girl earlier, spilled soup on Phil's pants. Look at the stain. You'll be very interested in how we punish naughty girls. Have a seat."
Mandy got slightly scared. She drew her coat tighter around her and knew she should get out as soon as possible.
"Don't be absurd," she said. "I won't stay a moment longer in this den of iniquity. Phil, come with me or take the consequences."
"Ohhhh, I think I'll take the consequences," Phil said with a grin.
"Very well," said Mandy and she turned for the door.
Terry blocked her way.
"Get away!" said Mandy nastily.
Terry grinned. "Oh, come now. You've only just arrived and we were all waiting for you. Had to have you here, particularly after all the things Phil's said about you."
"W-what things?" she asked.
"Ooooooh, about how you won't give him anything. How you won't fuck him. How you treat him like shit. Now, Phil's a nice guy, but we had to show him what we do to nasty, stuck-up whores like you. Now he thinks we should train you to be as nice and willing as Goldie and Kay."
Steve grinned and slipped his arm through Mandy's.
"Why don't you sit down?" he said. "Then you can watch in comfort and maybe save yourself a lot of trouble."
He swung her around and Mandy stumbled across the floor.
"Let me out of here!" she said desperately. She got back up and tried to walk past the two men and out the door. It was hopeless. They simply held her and grinned.
"Now," said Steven. "Why don't you be a good little girl and sit down? If you don't, we'll have to tie you up and that would be a drag. Not that we mind."
"Let me go!" snarled Mandy and kicked out at Steven. The toe of her shoe hit his shin and he yelled in anger.
"Right, you little shit! We'll show you how it goes."
In one movement he slung the yelling, protesting Mandy over his shoulder and carried her to a pair of iron pillars.
"Let me go!" Mandy screamed. "I'll get the police! I'll have you all put away for the rest of your lives! Help me, Phil, help me!"
"Oh, I don't know," said Phil, leaning back and picking up his drink. "I think I'll wait a bit, see if you benefit from instruction. They've assured me you will."
Mandy struggled, but Terry had put a leather strap around her wrist and tightened it with one pull. Then he went to the other hand and grabbed that.
"Let me go, you perverts! You disgusting perverts!" Mandy shouted. "I won't be treated like this! I won't" They laughed. Terry put a strap around her other wrist and pulled that tight. Mandy screamed and yelled, her long hair tossing in anger. Terry went beyond one of the pillars and pulled on a rope. Mandy screamed again as her arm was stretched out toward the top of the pillar. She looked and saw that the leather bond was attached to a thick rope that ran on a pulley set in the iron column. Terry yanked on another rope and Mandy felt the pain in her arms. Her arms were tightened until she was stretched out and heaved upward. Her high-heeled shoes just touched the floor and she scrambled around to get a foot-hold.
"Oh, don't worry about that," Steven said smoothly as he released her arms. "We'll take care of them, too."
"Let me go!" Mandy screamed in terror.
She hung on the ropes, her arms painfully bound, as she watched the two men pull more leather bonds from the base of the pillars. She looked for Phil to plead with him, but her heart almost stopped as she saw him and Goldie. Goldie was cuddling up to him in the chair and his hands were inside her maid's uniform, caressing her young tits while she nuzzled his neck and kissed his cheeks.
The leather straps were tightened around her trim ankles. Mandy broke into sobs as they pulled on the ropes and her legs were hauled brutally apart.
They stopped pulling when Mandy was held between the iron pillars like a letter X, her thighs spread wider than she had ever spread them before, even to get fucked on the few occasions she had allowed Phil near her. Her only consolation was that her fur coat had been buttoned and it still protected her body from their horrible eyes.
She wept as she looked at the two men who had bound her, but suddenly they didn't seem interested any more. They turned away and went over to the rest of the party near the television.
"Now," Steven addressed his daughter. "You were a bad girl, weren't you?"
"Oh, yes," Goldie breathed. Her tits heaved in her tight maid's dress as she ran her hand over Phil's chest and spread her thighs for his fingers.
"Are you ready to be punished?" her father asked.
"Oh yes," said Goldie, then gasped as Phil ran his fingers into the crotch of her panties. "Get up," said Steven.