Chapter 5
Linda had a new device in the Sadist's Torture Pit that she was eager to try out. She needed a volunteer. Or a victim.
Depending upon how you saw things.
What your philosophy was.
There was never any shortage of volunteers, she knew, patients or friends or clients, or whatever, eager to try out the new equipment.
But that wasn't the way she wanted to go. She needed someone who had no idea of the Pit. She needed an innocent, sweet victim. A woman.
Alone, looking for a good time. And that was no big problem. Linda knew how to go on the hunt. She was an expert at it.
Which was why she was getting herself dressed to the sexual nines.
She took a hot shower, then spent a very long time on her hair and face.
Next, she put on her sheerest, most expensive nylons, hooking them on to her leather garter belt.
Now, she was ready for the black patent leather high heels, the ones with the very long heels.
And the red dress.
The dress that clung to her body, and left little to the imagination.
Now, as she surveyed herself in the mirror, she gave herself a ten.
A ten and a half.
She had that indescribable extra little something. She was on the hunt. On the make.
And she wasn't going to come back to the pit empty handed.
She was sure of that.
She took herself to the most expensive bar she could think of; the drinking room of the St. Baritz up by Central Park West.
She walked in, her high heels clacking on the hard floor.
"Hi, baby," the bartender said.
Jack was an old friend.
He was the bartender there for a long time, and while the official policy of the bar and the hotel was to exclude prostitution, some leeway was granted some as good-looking, and generous as Linda.
She was from a different cut than the ordinary hooker.
Jack didn't know how, but he just knew she was something special. "The usual?"
"Of course...."
He set her up with a martini.
She was at the bar maybe ten minutes when she saw the woman come in.
She was a dark-haired, earthy looking woman, with a body that wouldn't quit!
She was about medium height, with a certain animal magnetism that was unnavoidable.
Linda sipped at her martini and waited, like a spider at the web, for the woman to sit down.
When she did, Linda slid over so she'd be in the next seat.
"Cigarette?"
She offered the woman one of her Virginia Slims.
The woman looked at her, smiled, and took one out of the pack.
Linda lit them both up.
"Nice night...."
"Yes...." the womans said.
"Waiting for your boyfriend?"
"Are you kidding? I haven't got a boyfriend." The woman smiled at Linda. "I'm just looking for a good time ... got any suggestions?"
Like Linda knew, it was the easiest thing in the world to pick up a stray.
What was unusual, was when the stray was as good looking at this!
In no more than fifteen minutes, Linda was laying down her bucks and taking the woman with her out of the bar.
And in another fifteen, they were back at the pit. The cab pulled up and let them out. "Interesting neighborhood," the woman said. "My name is Linda. What's yours," she asked as she put the key into the nondescript metal door. "Brenda."
"Brenda. Nice name. Come inside."
Linda kept them in the front room. "Something to drink?"
"Sure...." Brenda said. "Why not."
Linda fixed them another batch of martinis.
Of course, Brenda had no way of knowing that her batch contained a little something extra ... a little kick to make it more ... interesting.
"What ... what was in that drink...." Brenda said, as she put her hand to her head.
"Why, nothing, darling ... what's the matter?"
"I ... I feel different...."
"Here, drink this...."
She handed the woman a glass of water.
With another dose.
And she watched, smiling, as the woman downed that too.
And she giggled out loud as Brenda fell backwards on the sofa, out like a light.
Linda wasted no time.
She rang for two of her male assistants.
"Bring her to the new room. I want to try out the block...."
While they took her away, Linda stripped off her dress, leaving her only in her garter belt and stockings and high heels.
Now, as she sipped her drink, she waited until she was ready.
She knew that it would take some time for the woman to awaken.
About an hour.
Now, as she downed the last of her martini, she was ready to go into the new room.
There was a specially constructed piece of equipment there, waiting.
It was a four inch block of solid, polished pine wood, imbedded on two cinderblock base lengths of concrete, to make sure it wouldn't move.
The block of wood was about four feet long, and three feet wide.
Now, Brenda, who was still very woozy, was helpless to resist, as the men attached her to the apparratus.
It was a delicate operation.
First, her arms were forced over the top of it, so that they were behind her.
And her legs were bent at the knees, which came down just to where the block ended, about two feet from the floor, so that her heels met her wrists.
And then she was tied, hand to wrist, which left her wrapped around the wooden block, completely exposed, and completely helpless.
Now, she was fully awake.
And for the first time, she realized she was stripped nude!
She couldn't believe it.
"What ... what are you ... where...."
"Sssshhh...." Linda said.
"I don't ... my God, what are you going to do to me...."
"First, I'm going to have to gag you. You do make an awful lot of noise ... "
"Gag me? No, please, don't...." It was too late.
Linda was already tying the thing around the girl's mouth.
In another couple of seconds she had it secured tightly.
"There," she said, softly. "That ought to hold you."
"Mmmmfff...."
Linda smiled viciously, flexing her chest, sticking her tits purposefully out. "What's the matter, darling? I know you're saying something, but for some reason I just can't make out what it is...."
"Mmmmfff...."
"Well, don't worry ... I'm only going to shave your pussy ... for starters ... "
"MMMMFFFF...."
Linda giggled as the woman tried to scream through the gag, finding it hopeless, but still trying.
Linda got the razor, and the can of shave cream, and the warm basin, and knelt on a pillow in front of the woman, not listening to the obvious begging and pleading that was coming out as so many muffled cries.
Instead, she coated the woman's pussy with the shaving cream, and then began to carve away the hair, leaving only the smooth, untouched skin in its place.
"There...." she said, soothingly, as she proceeded to remove every inch of hair from the woman ... "That's so much better ... so much better and better for you...."
"Mmmmffff...."
"But darling, I need to see your pussy ... I need to see it ... the magnificent lips, and your pretty clitty...."
She was scraping off the last of the hairs, before taking a hot towel and dabbing right between her captive's legs.
"There...." she murmured ... "I think that's ... about the way I like it...."
She put the towel down and stared at Brenda's naked pussy.
"You haven't got a single hair left!"
She was quite pleased with her own handiwork.
Now, she began to kiss the naked lips, letting her tongue lick all around it.
"Doesn't that feel good? Doesn't it?"
"MMMmffff...."
"I know, darling ... I know...."
Brenda was trying to move, but she couldn't do anything in the position that she found herself....
Her pussy was shaved and naked, and the effects of all the manipulation of her private parts was to make the lips more swollen, and distended than before.
Which was exactly what Linda wanted.
Now, she took the first one, the left lip, between her own and began to suck on it, making loud, juicy noises with her mouth, enjoying the feel of her tongue going up and down, and pushing through to the inner pink.
"Mmmmffff....
She knew that the sounds coming from Brenda's mouth were sounds of joy mixed with sounds of pain. She knew that the woman was both attracted to and repelled by the thought of having her cunny so viciously exposed, of having to hang on the block in such an uncomfortable position, of having to give in to the relentless pursuit and manipuilations of the woman she'd gone with so willing at the bar....
Now, though, her eyes widened in fear and concern.
She noticed that Linda, who had pulled away now, and had allowed her pussy to simply pump and churn by itself, was strapping on what looked like ... a man's cock!
It was the punisher.
Linda's favorite weapon.
The one with the hard rubber spikes.
The one that she used on her most revered, and her most distressed victims.
She was going to fuck this newly bald pussy with it, and she wasn't going to take any nonsense along the way.
"Easy, darling...." she cooed, as once more her fingers went to the woman's pussy, opening it up, and letting the cool air fill the cavity.
She could see the body of Brenda becoming all tense and sweaty, once more, as she tried, in her own pitifully limited way, to move out of the striking zone.
Now, she was about to begin.
Linda put her hands on the woman's hips, and slowly moved her own, so that just the tip of the dildo was squarely placed on the opening of Brenda's cunt.
"MMMmffff...."
"It won't hurt ... too much," Linda said, smiling, that same evil smile that signaled she was going to do some major fucking now.
She waited a couple of seconds, to make sure the suspense was just what she wanted, and then, holding the punisher in one hand, she began to slowly screw it home.
"Yes...." she cooed, again and again, as she continued to work the thing between her captive's legs, loving the struggles and the muffled sighs almost as much as the screwing itself.
She was about halfway in when she stopped. She stroked the girl's face, and then, slowly pulled the thing out, until just the head was in her.
Because Brenda's pussy was now bald, it was easy to see how the lips of her cunny clung and sucked up to the dildo.
They kept squeezing and juicing up as they worked on the rubber tips of the piercing punisher.
It was as if they were sucking up to it themselves.
"Does it feel good...." Linda asked, smirking as she did....
"MMMmmmmm"
"Do you want more?"
"Mmmmmmm"
Brenda's head shook furiously up and down.
She couldn't believe she was actually begging for it now ... wanting more than anything to feel, again and again, the thrust of the rubbery, spiked cock as it pushed it way into her private cunny.
She was happy now that Linda had stripped her, had seduced her, had taken the hair off her pussy.
She was happy that she was a prisoner, a sexual prisoner, having to please and make her captor happy.
She was happy she was getting fucked by the monster dildo, the one they called the punisher.
It made the inside of her pussy tingle, and her whole body feel as it it were on fire.
She wished her hands were free so she could put them around Linda and give her a great big kiss.
And put a couple of fingers up her pussy.
And open her lips and stick her tongue dow there.
And eat her until she came, spending her delicious juices right into the woman's mouth.
But she couldn't.
She was trapped.
A prisoner.
A sexual captive.
Whose hands and feet were bound tightly, so as to make sure she was motionless.
Whose body was exposed, all naked and glistening, for the whimsical application of her captor, Linda's darkest sexual desires.
Whose pussy was made bare, and open to all types of sexual activities!
She thought she was going to go crazy!
"Mmmmm...."
Linda could tell that the woman was really getting into it.
She was loving the way this gigantic ... cock felt inside of her.
Now, even though she was practically tattooed to the board, she began to move her hips.
She was amazed at how easily her hips were able to move back and forth ... how eagerly they responded to the fucking.
"Now ... because you've been such a good girl," Linda said, in that special seductive voice she used for only the most intense occasions, she put her hands under the woman's lovely asscheeks, and began to push them forward, toward her.
To expose her ass cheeks.
"MMMMmmmmm"
It was the kind of pleading that you didn't have to hear the words to, to understand what was being asked.
Brenda knew what was coming, and wished there was someway she could avoid it. But there wasn't.
No way.
Linda now took the head of the dildo and began to work it into the tight hole of the girl's ass! "MMMmffff...."
"Don't bother to resist," she said, as she now gave a very hard thrust of her hips, and pushed the thing straight home.
"Yes ... oh, God, yes...." Linda said, as she managed to get the punisher all the way up Brenda's ass.
What a change in the woman!
Her eyes were now bulging ... as she tried to somehow make the thing come out of her.
She squeezed her ass as if she were taking a shit, trying to push the thing out, but there was no way she was going to be able to!
It was just jammed up her, jelly tight, and was going to be held there, as long as Linda desired.
Finally, after what seemed like half a lifetime, it started to move, in and out, back and forth....
"Yes ... ,darling ... yes ... come on ... that's right...."
And finally, Linda saw in Brenda's eyes the beautiful surrender, the ultimate coming, the explosive orgasm that send wave after wave through the woman's body, until she was kicking and screaming with the joy and pleasure that only another woman can give to the glories of female sexuality.
Linda kissed her bound captive all over, with hunndreds of little kisses, leaving marks of love on the woman's body, letting her feel the love and smell and taste of touch of the height of Sappho!
Finally, it was time to let Brenda go.
Slowly, Linda undid the bounds.
When she had the woman freed, she asked her how she felt now.
"Oh ... just ... wonderful...."
"That's so ... good...." Linda said.
"I'm ... I'm sorry ... if I ... was too ... loud...."
Linda thought that was sweet.
"You were just perfect ... you are so beautiful...."
"Thank you...."
"I hope you will remember our little get-together...."
"I always will...." Linda smiled.
"May I come back again?"
"I don't know ... probably not...." There was a hurt look on Brenda's face. "You see, Brenda, it makes it all that much more special if it was once in a lifetime ... "
"But...."
Brenda put her head down. "I think I'm in love with you ... "
"Then it should be the love that dies, like the little death poets speak of...." Brenda brushed away a tear. "I guess it's time for me to go ... "
"I guess so...."
With that, she gathered her things and was out of there.
She couldn't believe she would never see Linda again.
As she was about the leave, she turned and put her arms around Linda one more time.
"Goodbye," she said, and with that, put her lips on Linda's mouth.
Linda returned the kiss, pushing her tongue into her mouth.
And then, with a pat on Brenda's ass, it was time to say goodbye.
She watched the woman leave through the front metal, door.
And then she was gone.
Linda took a deep breath and went to her office.
Time to check the appointment book.
It was the kind of life that never ended.
The kind of life that just went on, and on, and on....