Chapter 1
She could remember meeting Jerry for lunch, and telling him that if she had anything else to drink, she probably wouldn't be able to stand up and make it back to work. He had laughed, the way he always did, and he had filled up her glass with champagne as soon as he had finished laughing.
So, she had had another drink, and she had laughed as she felt his leg rubbing up against hers, under the table.
Kathy had run her fingers through her long black hair, and she had smiled.
"Not here, Jerry. Someone might see what you're doing."
"If there was anyone under the table here, I would expect that he would be licking your pussy, or she would be giving me a blow job. As I don't feel anyone moving at all, I can only assume that there's no one there."
She had laughed, and then she had felt his hand touching her thigh.
"Come on," he had said to her, and Kathy could remember wanting to say something to him about eating. After all, he had called to invite her out to lunch, and all that they had done was drink. She wanted something in her stomach.
However, when she felt his strong hands touching her shoulders, and felt the thrill starting to run through her body, she knew that she could go without eating. If anything, she had started to think about how she would eat him.
But now, she could feel the pain running through her body,, and she twisted and turned on the cross-like thing that she was tied to. The worst part about it was the skate blade that she could feel digging deeper and deeper into her cunt.
She looked down at her hard brown nipples, and saw how thick they looked. In some ways, that surprised her, for she was feeling more pain than she could ever remember feeling in her life. She started to scream for help once again.
"Look, I don't know how I got here, or why I'm here, but if you let me go, I'll see to it that no charges are pressed. I promise."
There was the laugh again, and she started to think about Jerry.
He laughed just like that man. Kathy closed her eyes again, and she started to think back to that afternoon.
He had led her toward his chauffeur driven car, and the two of them had climbed into the back. Or rather, he had led her into the back, .for she was so high on the champagne, that she had had trouble walking, and had to use him for support.
As soon as he was in the back of the car, he had turned to the chauffeur, and Kathy was sure that he had given the man orders to take them back to his place. And yet, when she opened her eyes and looked around the room again, it didn't seem familiar.
She had been in Jerry's apartment so many times, and thought that she knew every single room in the large apartment.
"Let's have a snort," he had said to her, and he had opened a small compartment on the right hand door of the car.
She had snorted some, and so had he, and Kathy could remember not even knowing what it was she was taking into her nose. With Jerry, you never knew, for he had all kinds of white powders that tended to do strange things to you. Each time she had done a snort with him, she had felt different.
As soon as they had snorted in the car, she had felt sensational.
She had leaned over to snort the powder, and when she looked down between Jerry's legs, she had noticed the biggest bulge there. Having always loved the taste of his cock, Kathy had started to open his pants.
Slowly, she had pulled down his zipper, and she had reached into his underwear.
"That's a good girl," she had heard Jerry saying to her. "That's a good girl who knows how to tend to her master."
In many ways, she had thought that was a strange thing for him to say, since she knew who her real master was. At least by law, Mike was her master.
She had been married to Mike for the past few years, even though she thought that she was now in love with Jerry. Her thing for him had gone on for a few months now, and she had never been more content in her life.
Kathy loved the look of his thick, proud cock, which was why she didn't really care when he started to say those things about him being the master.
She had seen a drop of come on the head of his cock, and her tongue had started to lick it off. As soon as that had happened, her lips had to move around the shaft so that she could start to suck on him.
Jerry had loved it, as she remembered. He had moved his hand to her breast and he had started to massage her tit through her sheer top. Her nipple had stiffened then, and Kathy had loved the way it felt.
She had started to moan, and somehow, because of the pleasures that she felt running through her body, while he played with her tit, she had been able to deep throat his cock for the longest time. Her nose had been buried in his thick black pubic patch, and she had felt her throat spasming around his cock head.
Soon, she had felt him pulsating, and then, she had pulled her mouth back a little bit, so that she could catch the come right on her tongue, and taste the full flavor of Jerry's thick, creamy load.
He had been pulling on her nipple just the slightest bit harder then, and she had felt something coming over her. At first, she hadn't really known what was happening, and then, everything just seemed to go black.
Now that she was up, she could feel a cool breeze blowing over her naked body, and the more she tried to move, the more pain that she felt..
She hated the way the top part of the wooden T was pushed under her arms, and she could feel a growing pain in her armpits. The leather strap around her thigh and artkle, holding them together, so that the skate was cutting into her cunt, was more painful than anything else. And the ropes coming from the leash and pushed under her breasts, were starting to cut into her tit flesh.
"Help me," she started to scream once again, and she heard the laughter. "Jerry, is that you? Is that you laughing? I want to know. Jerry, please, this hurts. I don't know why you would want to do anything like this to me.
"And if you think that the drug you gave me to snort is helping me get through this, then you happen to be wrong. It's wearing off. It's already worn off. I'm as straight as I can be, and this is painful."
She heard the swishing sound again, and felt the leather hitting her right on the breast that time. She looked down, but the leather was gone. All that remained was a thick red lash mark, that ran along the top of her breast, right down to her nipple. The longer she looked at it, the redder it seemed to get.
"You deserve pain, you pig," she heard the voice say again.
"Jerry, why are you calling me that? Why are you being so mean to me? I never did anything bad to you. I've always been good to you."
When she heard the voice laughing again, she started to cry. Then, suddenly, she could feel someone moving behind her.
Kathy turned her head to look, but it was too late. She felt something being pulled right over her eyes, and within seconds, she could no longer see anything. Then, the blindfold was being tied behind her head.
All of a sudden, there were two hands all over her body.
She could feel them from behind. They moved to her tits, and started to cup them gently. She felt the way her nipples were getting even harder against the flat palms of the man's hands. He started to pluck at her nipples, taking them between his fingers, and she moaned a little bit louder.
This increasing pleasure stimulation, she kept thinking, was making her pain subside just a little bit. As long as she could make the pleasure level higher than the pain level, she was sure that she would be all right. She was sure that she would be able to put up with whatever this man had in mind.
When Kathy started to think like that, it worked, but only for a few seconds.
Even though the blade was still cutting into her flesh, she could feel the way her cunt was starting to get wetter. That wetness, in fact, was helping her when it came to dealing with the cutting blade. The blade was able to slide against her wettening cunt, and it helped to lubricate the chafed, sore part of her flesh.
But that pleasure did not last too much longer, because of what she thought next.
She started to wonder where the fuck this man, whoever the hell he was, got off telling her that she deserved pain. She wondered where the fuck he got off touching her .naked body, and then, where the fuck he got off even doing something like that to her.
"Keep your filthy hands off of me," she started to say.
She would have gone on too, but then, she could feel the fingers pulling at her nipples even harder, as if they were going to pull them off.
"You have your nerve talking to me like that," the voice said.
She tried to think more. Whoever it was, sounded like he was putting on the low voice. Maybe he was even wearing something over his mouth, to try and disguise his voice.
It couldn't have been Jerry, she kept thinking. He wouldn't do something like that to her. And yet, he was the last one she could remember being with. She could remember the come pouring into her mouth, the nipple being pinched, and then the blackness.
"Jerry, is that you?" she asked, but the fingers kept pulling at her nipple, and she could feel the way they were starting to twist it.
Then, she felt something else. The man was moving around to the front of her body, and while he was twisting one nipple, he was starting to bite on the other one. At first, it felt nice, for the teeth biting was light, and the teeth kept opening' and closing so slowly around her nipple.
Also, there were lips to kiss her nipple, and she loved that feeling.
But then, she could feel the teeth cutting into her flesh, and while fingers were twisting and turning her right nipple savagely, the lips were biting into her other nipple, harder than the fingers were twisting.
"Please, why are you doing this?" she gasped. "Let me go. Leave me alone."
"I told you that you are a pig," the voice screamed, and the best part of that, she thought, was that he was no longer biting her.
However, she knew that the man had stood up, and was looking right at her face, for she could feel the heat of his breath in her face, and also, feel the tension waves that were emanating from his body. She could feel her whole body getting tense then, too, and she tried not to cry again.
"Why am I a pig?" she decided to ask. "I don't even know what my crime is."
"A woman, cheating on her husband, who has given her everything. That is the crime, young lady. A woman like that is a pig. A woman like that just takes advantage of the man that she loves. She lets her husband think that she still loves him, and then she goes out and cheats on him anyway."
How could he know all of that, she kept thinking. Unless, of course, it was Mike.
She did still love Mike, she thought. He was always so kind to her.
Kathy could remember what it had been like for them last night in bed too.
He had been in a good mood, for the promotion he had been hoping for had come through. He had gotten undressed, and then he had climbed into bed with her. After a few seconds, she had felt him rubbing up against her.
His cock had felt nice and hard, and as he had rubbed it - up against her ass, she had started to moan. She had turned around, so that she was facing him, and she'd felt his hairy chest touching her nipples.
"Oh, Kathy baby, you're so fucking beautiful," he had said to her.
When he had kissed her, with such dominant authority, she had felt the way her whole body started to tingle. He had climbed on top of her then.
He had started to move his cock between her legs, and somehow, she had gotten her hand there before his. She thought that if he wasn't going to go down on her first, the least that he could do was rub his cock between her legs, and get her turned on.
She had started to do it, and it wasn't long before her cunt was wet.
After all, she still loved Mike, and the feeling of his cock in her cunt. She loved the way he could fuck her for hours without coming, during which time she would come over and over again. She loved the feeling of his cock pulsating, especially since she knew he wouldn't always come, each time that he pulsated.
His strong chest pressing down on her had kept her turned on, too.
When he had entered her, she had felt the incredibly good contact that his cock shaft had made with her clit. Since she had been aroused to begin with, the sliding sensation of his hot shaft over her love button was incredible.
Kathy remembered the way she had wrapped her legs around his buttocks, and she had started to massage them. His ass always felt nice and wet when he was fucking her, and sometimes, when he would thrust in, she would feel how taut his ass cheeks got.
"Oh, Mike, I really love you," she could remember saying to him.
And that was why she thought this man had to be Mike. Just last night, she had told him how much she loved him, while they had been fucking, and she had even known that she had a date with Jerry that day, too.
Her cunt started to get wetter as she remembered the way that Mike's cock had pulsated inside of her cunt so many times.
The first time it had happened, she had started to come harder than she had in the longest time, and she had felt her juices flowing so fast.
Mike hadn't even slowed down, even though her cunt spasms were intense. She had thought that maybe he was planning to come inside of her then, but soon, her spasms had subsided, and so had his cock pulsations.
He hadn't even had to slow down to keep from coming.
Kathy had felt how wet his chest hairs soon were, and since they had been rubbing against her nipples, she had felt wet there, too.
The fucking had gone on for the longest time, and she, had thought that she would pass out from all the pleasure. Soon, however, she had felt his cock pulsating once again, and she had heard the way that he was moaning.
"I'm gonna fill you now, baby," he had said to her. "I'm gonna shoot it all into your cunt, and you're gonna feel it."
And she had. The pulsations had gotten more intense, and then she had felt the spurts into her cunt. They had been followed with an increase of heat, since she always thought that his cock cream was hotter than her cunt, even when she was coming.
As he had filled her, she had started to come once again.
Now, even though she was bound, and the blade was still pressed against her cunt, she could feel the slow trickle of pussy juices down her thigh.
The man moved his hand there, and she quivered under his touch.
Now knowing who it Was who was abusing her, bothered her more than anything else. She had a vision of some scuzzy bum, unshaven and lice-ridden, running his hand up and down her body, letting the lice run onto her flesh.
"AH right," she said to the man. "I did cheat on my husband. I've cheated on him many times, but then again, he does the same thing."
"How do you know?" the voice asked, and as it moved up her thigh, she could feel the fingers moving closer to her cunt.
She kept hoping that they would open up the buckle around her thigh and ankle, because she wanted to lower that leg. She needed to get it down on the floor, because she could feel the way it was throbbing already, due to lack of blood circulation.
"I know," was all that she said.
She thought about the many times that she had found long blonde hairs on Mike's jackets, but she had never said anything.
It only seemed natural for a. man to want to go out and cheat on his wife, she had assumed, thinking that she was taking a good attitude about the whole thing. A man who went to work from nine to five, and met so many women while he was on the job, would tend to want to stray and fuck someone else.
It had never bothered her, and it was really not the reason why she had decided that she would cheat. It made it easier for her when she decided to, but she hadn't felt that she had to go out and get revenge.
She had just met Jerry, and had found him to be quite attractive.
She could feel the way that the hand was starting to move toward the belt buckle near her thigh, and within a few seconds, she could feel the way that it was opening up the buckle. As she lowered her leg, she felt some relief.
But then, she could feel fingers moving toward her cunt, and she was still in-pain because of the way that the blade had cut into her.
"No, don't touch me," she started to moan. "Please, don't touch me. I'm sorry that I cheated. You can tell that to my husband."
She could not get the idea of the scuzzy . bum out of her mind, and it was sending chill after chill through her body.
She could feel the fingers moving her clit back and forth, and within a few more seconds, it was stiff. Her cunt juices were starting to flow, and she felt a mouth moving back down to her nipple. It was sucking on her nipple then, and it was doing it so gently, that she felt her cunt getting wetter, faster.
Kathy started to thrust her cunt back and forth against the fingers. If this pleasure could be increased, she kept thinking, then she wouldn't even mind the way she was bound.
Of course, she still wanted to know how she had gotten there, and still wanted to know who was responsible for tying her up like that.
She decided that when she found out, she would kill. She would get her revenge.
The mouth started to lick its way down her body, and she could feel a chin rubbing over her cunt patch, then hear a voice.
"So, you are sorry that you cheated on your husband?" it asked.
"Yes," she said. "I never should have done it. He's so good to me."
"And what about your lover then? Wasn't he good to you also? Aren't you thinking that it's going to be hard to get along without him? After all, when a girl gets used to these extracurricular activities, it's sometimes hard to go without them."
"I don't know what I'm going to do," she said, and she could feel the warm breath blowing into her cunt, because of the fingers that kept her lips spread wide.
She started to moan a little bit, and she thrust herself forward. She didn't want to do any more talking, until she felt herself coming hard, and felt the way the mouth would suck her juices right out of her.
"Tell me what you're going to do with your lover," she heard the voice say.
"I don't know. I've already told you that. Now lick me. Please."
"Not until I know," she heard the voice say.
"I don't know. I'll have to give him up, I guess. Or maybe, if Mike doesn't really know about Jerry, I won't. I don't know. Please, I'm hot. It's your fault that I'm hot. You made me this way, and now you have to help me."
There was more laughter, and suddenly, she was shocked. The laughter seemed to be coming from behind her, and yet, the voice was coming from in front of her.
"That answer won't do," she heard a voice say from behind.
"No, it certainly won't. As a matter of fact, that has to be one of the worst answers that I've ever heard. Do you agree?"
"Yes, I do. And I think I know what she deserves because of it."
The two men seemed to be carrying on some kind of conversation around her, but then, a second later, she could feel the whipping.
The man behind her was starting to lash her on the back, and the man in, front of her was starting to eat her cunt. She could feel the tongue flicking back and forth over her clit, and it was feeling very nice.
But the pain on her back was keeping her passions at a certain level. She wanted a rise in them, to put up with the whipping on the back.
It was as if the pain was fighting the pleasure to see who would win, and finally, she started to come, and the man was sucking her.
The whipping continued, until she was exhausted. She felt as if she would pass out, and just before she did, the blindfold was taken off, and she gasped.
It was Mike and Jerry, both!
The blackness came over her then, and in many ways, it was the only relief she would feel for a long time to come.