John McKeon - Secretary in chains

As the camera recorded Fay's humiliation and torture, Roger continued, whipping Fay's body, this time lashing her ass-cheeks and the backs of her thighs. Fay felt the whip stinging against her skin like hot wires. Fire spread out from each bite of the whip until her entire body seemed consumed with flame.

Since Roger whipped Fay from behind, she could no longer see when the lashes were coming. Each stroke caught her by surprise and caused her to jerk spastically each time the leather bit into her flesh. Yet her arousal continued to build, growing more and more savage and perverse with each cruel blow.

When Roger next stopped whipping Fay's body, a new method of torture was employed. The camera, continued filming as Roger again got in the picture and tied a candle to the top of the canopy so it dangled about two feet above Fay's exposed crotch. The candle was about one inch thick and eight inches long. Suspended above Fay's pussy by leather, the candle was tied so the wick was at the bottom. Roger lit the candle. The small flame licked upwards and began to melt the wax.

Fay screamed and writhed, her whole body coiling and twisting as the first drop of hot wax dropped onto her gaping cunt. The second drop landed on the same place. Roger pushed the candle gently so that it swung in a small arc from side to side. Wax began dripping faster and faster as the candle melted, causing hot drops to fall on the insides of Fay's thighs and pussy as the candle swung from side to side.

The burning drops of wax tortured Fay's tender flesh and caused her body to burn with perverse lust. No matter how hard Fay struggled to dodge the constant drops of wax, she could not avoid them. The punishment went on and on as the candle continued melting and torturing Fay's thighs and cunt.

Roger stood at the head of the bed so his cock and balls were even with Fay's hanging breasts. As pain burned erotically through Fay's body, Roger began slapping his cock against Fay's breasts. Twisting his hips back and forth to let his prick hit the sides of Fay's boobs. She felt his erection stimulating her nipples and driving her wild with humiliation and shame.

Leah never got in the scene. She stayed in her chair by the camera, masturbating and giving Roger encouragement and directions. "Stuff another candle in her pussy and light it, Roger."

Roger was quick to obey. Using an identical candle to the one swinging from side to side and dripping hot wax on her thighs and cunt, Roger stabbed the base of the candle deeply into Fay's tortured cunt. Roger lit the wick. It took only a moment for enough wax to melt and drip down the side to bum into Fay's tender pink flesh. Fay screamed. Another drop dripped onto the other side of her pussy, burning hotly against the inside of her right inner cunt-lip. Soon Fay's entire slit was being splattered with drops of burning wax.

Fay jerked and twisted spastically each time a new drop of wax scorched her flesh. But even that didn't satisfy them, and a third candle was rammed between her ass-cheeks and wedged deeply into her asshole. The third candle was lit and began dripping hot wax into the crack of her ass.

Fay had never been so passionately aroused in her life. The more painful and humiliating the torture, the more aroused Fay became. She felt like she would pass out with the intensity of her torture and arousal. Roger resumed tantalizing Fay's breasts with his cock as her body twisted and coiled like a tortured snake.

Using the first finger and thumb of each hand, Roger pinched and twisted Fay's nipples, pulling and stretching her large breasts so his cock was buried in her deep cleavage and his balls slapped against her neck and chin each time he ground his hips forward. Never had Fay been so perversely humiliated.

Fay's torture continued until Roger suddenly began spasming and squirting cum into Fay's cleavage. As soon as the first spurt of semen burned into her breasts, Fay's orgasm ripped up from her body with the force and violence of an erupting volcano. Passion unleashed itself in her flesh with such intensity that Fay felt herself blacking out as release washed over her.

The camera missed nothing as Fay and Roger thrashed wildly in orgasm. Roger screamed curses as his cock spit his viscous fluid onto Fay's breasts. Fay felt the hot cum dripping from her breasts onto her neck and face. Violent contractions convulsed through her body. Wax burned and tortured ever-tender spots of Fay's flesh.

Behind her, Fay heard Leah gasping and moaning and Fay knew that Leah, too, had reached a climax from the visual stimulation of the deviate sexual scene being played in front of her.

Fay's orgasm seemed to grow in intensity and spread hotter and hotter through her body. Even after Roger's cock emptied itself of its fresh load of cum, Fay continued to writhe and twist in convulsive spasms. As long as the candies continued dripping hot wax and torturing her flesh beyond endurance, Fay's orgasm continued.

Spasm after spasm, convulsion after convulsion, Fay screamed into her gag and writhed in erotic torture in front of the camera. Only after Roger blew out the candles and pulled them from her pussy and asshole did Fay's climax began to subside. Roger slid slowly to the floor and stretched out on his back in complete exhaustion. Behind her, Leah turned off the camera.

No one said anything. Fay was left spread-eagled upside down while Roger and Leah rested. Tears of frustration and shame filled Fay's eyes. She felt dirty and perverted. Why did she respond to their torture and humiliation as though she actually liked it?

Hard drops of cooled wax covered Fay's body. Now, surely, they would untie her and let her go. But when Roger at last stood up and untied her ankles, he lowered her back to the bed and retied her ankles to the bottom posts, leaving her spread-eagled and as helpless as she had been at the beginning.

Without so much as a single comment to Fay, Roger and Leah left the room. Fay lay helpless on her back, each movement of her body causing the waterbed to slosh her up and down. A moment later, Roger returned with a large rubber sheet. He spread the cover and worked it under Fay's body so the rubber sheet completely covered the bed. Still without saying anything to Fay, he turned and left the room.

So her torture wasn't over yet. Fay shivered and felt her heart racing in fear. How had she gotten into this? She began to wonder if she would ever be set free. Horrible fantasies of them chopping her up in little pieces and burying her in the garden began to flit through her mind. Fay waited for something to happen, but neither of them returned. She pulled and tugged at the straps around her wrists and ankles, but she was bound too securely to get loose. When at last Leah and Roger returned, they were not alone.

Dressed in the same business suit he had worn that day at the club, Fay's boss, Mr. Capatosto, strolled in casually and looked down at her.

Mr. Capatosto didn't seem at all surprised to see the humiliating and shameful position Fay had been forced into. At fifty, Mr. Capatosto looked exactly like what Fay had thought he was – an executive of the Grand View Tennis Resort. He touched Fay's right shoulder with a manicured fingertip and traced a line down her whipped flesh, his features twisted in an amused smile.

"It seems you've been punished for being a bad girl."

Fay burned inside with humiliation and rage. How dare her deceive her! She was beginning to get a picture of what was happening to her. She didn't know all of it yet, but obviously Mr. Capatosto had been in on it from the very beginning. Fay twisted and pulled at the straps around her wrists and ankles and screamed into her gag. Her body, still red striped from the whip, writhed and contorted provocatively as Mr. Capatosto stroked the insides of Fay's thighs, brushing away flakes of dry wax.