John McKeon - Secretary in chains

Fay could hold her own climax back no longer, and with a muffled cry, felt an explosion in her soul like the earth colliding with the sun. Fay felt as though she were carried away into a fathomless void of time and space. Everything burned in brilliant explosions of sensual fire. Fay's body twisted and pulled against her bonds as the three of them rocked frantically together in an orgy of orgasmic delight.

Their orgasm continued to grip them in painful fury as Fay sucked and gulped Leah's pussy, drinking the hot juices flowing over her tongue like nectar. Leah's grinding pelvis smeared her love juices over Fay's face and nose. Fay thought their orgasms would go on forever. She felt each stab of the huge cock in her box like a new climax as her heart raced like a drum.

When at last their orgasms began to dwindle, Roger slowed the speed of his dildo plunging in and out between Fay's ravished cunt-lips. Leah rolled exhausted to the side of the bed. Roger flopped forward, resting his head on Fay's tingling breasts. They stayed that way for a long time, gasping for breath and relaxing in the afterglow of their climax.

Fay thought it was over when Roger finally pulled the dildo from her cunt and unstrapped it from around his cock, but neither he nor Leah made any attempt to untie her. Finally Fay could stand it no longer.

"Please untie me," she begged.

Roger and Leah exchanged glances. Leah looked at Fay.

"Roger has another offer to make that you can't refuse." Standing and walking to the wall of equipment, Leah selected a rubber gag with a harness that made it look like a horse bit. "We'll start with this."

Fay struggled to pull free of her bonds as Leah approached her with the gag. Leah attempted to force the gag between Fay's lips, but Fay twisted her head and pressed her lips together. Roger assisted Leah by holding Fay's hair. When Leah still could not get the gag into Fay's mouth, Roger pinched Fay's nose closed and they simply waited until Fay was forced to open her mouth to breathe. Then Leah stuffed the ball gag between Fay's teeth. Roger lifted Fay's head and Leah strapped the gag in place.

Fear raced like a siren through Fay's insides as Leah finished buckling the head harness behind Fay's neck. Roger let her head fall back. Leah walked from the room. While Leah was gone, Roger smiled at Fay's pathetic struggles to free herself from the bonds around her wrists and ankles. Roger stroked his cock as he watched Fay's useless struggling. He smiled at the fear showing through her eyes.

"It's not going to do you any good to struggle. You can't get loose."

As Roger's huge cock again lifted itself into an iron-hard erection, Fay screamed and cried into her gag. What were they going to do to her? She couldn't believe they were actually holding her prisoner. Didn't they know what they were doing was literally rape? She could get them in trouble with the police. And then Fay remembered the snapshots Leah had taken upstairs and she began to understand why they had been taken. It wasn't to give her something to remember the night by. They would use the pictures as a threat to keep her from complaining to the police.

Fay knew she would do anything to keep pictures like that from being shown to anyone. She shivered fearfully at the thought of thousands of the pictures being dropped over her hometown from an airplane. She knew she was being paranoid, but shame and humiliation washed over her at the fantasy.

Leah returned pulling a small, wheeled cart loaded with camera equipment. Roger helped Leah set, up the tripods and lights. Fay struggled with renewed fear as she realized the snapshots were only a preliminary to the horrible pictures they were contemplating now. As Leah plugged in the strong lights and positioned them over Fay's helpless body, Roger adjusted the camera. Fay squinted her eyes against the blinding lights.

Leah pulled one of the straight-back chairs near the camera and sat down naked, her legs crossed.

"Okay, Roger, you're on."

Roger smiled, his cock standing out from his body like a lance, ominous and threatening. He picked up a whip from the collection against the wall. The whip was about four feet long and made from soft black leather.

"You're going to be in the movies now," Roger said to Fay. "We're prepared to give you a real break in life. If you do a good job of pretending you don't like being whipped, we'll try to get you a job in Hollywood." He laughed at his joke.

Fay struggled harder against her bonds. She felt the straps cutting into her wrists and ankles, but she couldn't stop struggling despite knowing she could not pull free. Fay screamed at them through her gag, but they only laughed at her muffled cry. Leah turned on the camera and nodded to Roger to begin whatever evil thing they had planned.

Roger drew back the whip and lashed it at Fay's helpless body. The leather kissed against Fay's defenseless breasts, leaving a stinging red line that cut across both nipples. Fay cringed and screamed into her gag. Roger drew the whip back again. Crack! The leather lashed her breasts from the other direction. Again Fay jerked against her bonds. Crack! Crack! Crack! Roger began beating a tattoo of vicious lashes against Fay's legs, stomach and breasts.

Fay felt the stinging lashes cutting into her tender flesh like knives. Roger continue raining lash after lash down on her body, whipping and torturing her until her smooth skin was criss-crossed with red lines. Fay's body quivered and writhed under the lash. The whip caused Fay to strain and jerk, arching and bucking her body, until the water bed tossed and rolled her about as though she were being tossed about in an ocean storm.

"How does it feel?" Leah asked, her voice teasing and taunting. "Does it feel like the finer things in life?"

Crack! Crack! Crack! The whip kissed Fay's nipples into feverish excitement. Fay felt the lashes stinging her flesh and arousing her body in a perverse display of deviate lust. She could not believe the way she was responding to the sadistic beating. Instead of pure pain, Fay felt an arousal growing in her body like a smoldering fire, building and growing hotter and hotter with each merciless lash.

Again and again, Roger savagely lashed the black leather against Fay's helpless flesh. Crack! Crack! The front of Fay's body was entirely criss-crossed with red lines. Fay's breasts felt like they were on fire. Yet despite the sadistic torture, Fay's arousal continued building. Fay hated herself for the way she responded to the beating. What kind of a perverted masochist was she?

Each lash brought her to a more aroused state. Instead of screams of protest, Fay began moaning with passion instead of pain. Crack! Crack! Fay felt her cunt quivering and throbbing with deviate lust. The camera whined continuously as Roger lashed the whip against Fay's flesh.

Leah directed from her chair. "That's it, Roger. Keep beating her. Make her squirm and scream. Get a tortured expression on her face."

Leah leaned back in her chair, her hands toying with her own pussy, stretching and spreading her cunt-lips to expose her pink, wet center to her stroking fingers.

As her body was tortured and beaten with the lash, Fay watched Leah masturbating. The perverse sight also added to the inflamed passion surging through Fay's veins. As Roger flayed the whip over Fay's flesh, his cock throbbed between his legs, his balls swinging against his thighs each time he lashed Fay's body.

Finally Roger dropped the whip and untied Fay's legs. Leaving her wrists tied to the head of the bed, Roger drew Fay's legs up until he could reach the straps to the tops of the canopy posts. Fay was hauled upside down, her body now spread-eagled to the two posts at the head of the bed. The camera filmed the whole procedure. Fay's back now faced the camera, her buttocks and cunt naked and defenseless against the whip.