Robert Vickers: His daughter_s keeper

Bound she might be and with a vibrator stuffed up her ass, but she could still eat pussy. Her tongue lashed out and raked along the entire length of the cunt lips. The woman on the bed groaned and settled back, shoving her snatch forward so that the girl could get even more of her tongue onto the delicate membrane.

She sucked in one of the cunt lips and began using her lips and her teeth on the rigid flap of skin. She could actually feel the pulse beating in that aroused portion of the other woman's cunt. Licking and gently gnawing made the woman so weak she fell onto her back on the bed. A dull moan or two was about all Carole heard.

She began rubbing her tongue along the edge of the pussy lip. The flesh quivered and began to harden as more and more excited blood pounded into it. When she lost control of the sex lip, the girl went upward until she found the tiny pillar of the woman's clit. This was her primary target. Give this all the mouth love she could and the woman wouldn't be able to say a damned thing about her inexperience.

The girl sucked the little clit into her mouth and used her rough tipped tongue on it. She flicked it lightly back and forth. The salty flavor of the woman's cunt spilled over and drenched even this tiny mound of erectile flesh so the girl had something new and different to taste all the time.

"Ummm, yesss!" hissed Miss Olson. "Give it all to me. Alllll!"

The girl did her damnedest to obey. Her tongue went wild on the woman's clitoris. It stroked all the way up the tiny spire, then teased the tip until the woman vented one large gust of breath and screamed at the tap of her lungs.

Carole knew then that she had found a potent weapon to use against Miss Olson. All she had to do was exhaust her sexually and maybe she would go to sleep. If she did that, Carole saw the chance of escape looming larger and larger.

She redoubled her efforts on the woman's clit. The tiny organ seemed to demand even more attention. She licked and batted it around until her jaws ached. Then she had to have some variety. She moved lower along the blue-tinged ridges of the cunt lips until she found the deep manhole leading to the woman's depths. Her tongue dived in.

She felt her jaws crack with the strain of driving her tongue in so hard. But it was worth it. She found the artesian well of the woman's cunt sauces. The thick fluids bubbled up and tempted the girl's tastebuds. She smeared the love juice all over her lips and tongue savoring every tangy second of this treat.

But it was against the cunt walls that she worked the hardest. She sought and found each and every nerve along that dank passage. She teased nerves into responding that had lain dormant for a long time. The woman responded by clamping her legs tightly on either side of Carole's head. She was momentarily blind and deaf again, just as when the velvet bag had been placed over her head.

This time, though, it was due to the woman's climax. She was bucking and thrashing around on the bed in wild orgasm. Her hips were lifted off the bed and were cramming down toward the girl's mouth for more action. She got it.

Carole kept her tongue fucking in and out of the tight cunt hole until she thought she would suffocate. Finally, the woman's body relaxed a little and a sleepy voice came, "Ummmm, so nice to have it eaten out again by someone who knows what to do. So niiice!"

Then the legs relaxed, further and drifted apart. Carole looked up and saw Miss Olson peacefully sleeping on the bed. For a moment, she thought the woman looked almost angelic. Then she remembered all the terrible things this evil woman had done.

That decided her. She managed to get the key to her handcuffs from the woman's belt without awakening her. It took over ten minutes for her to get the handcuffs open. She sighed and rubbed her wrists, then headed for the bedroom door and freedom. If Mr. Strong was gone, so would the chauffeur and probably Clive.

A pang of regret hit her as she thought of Clive. He was a decent man and she would miss him. A little. But not as much as she would miss the whip and pain Miss Olson meted out. She hated that woman with all the intensity of someone youger.

Just as the bedroom door swung open, a crackling noise sounded and she stumbled, a pain shooting into her leg. The whip Miss Olson carried snaked around her ankle and pulled her back into the room.

"You didn't think escape would be that easy, did you, my pretty-pretty? I guess I'll have to show you what it means to escape from here."

The lashing didn't stop for twenty minutes and Carole was sure only tatters of flesh clung to her back and ass. Even her tits had taken several nasty cuts during the beating.

If she'd hated the sadistic Miss Olson before, there wasn't a word for her feelings toward her now.

"I know it hurts. Christ, I can't believe that bitch did this to you," said Clive, applying some more of the antiseptic to Carole's wounds. "She's gone too far this time. I've had it with her."

"And not with Mr. Strong?" demanded Carole. She wasn't quite thinking straight, the pain hitting so hard at her senses.

"Of course not. Look, I told you he has a hold over me I can't begin to explain. He's done things for my father and mother you wouldn't believe. They'd both be dead if it wasn't for him. So would I. Do you know what it costs to spend months in a hospital? Mr. Strong paid for my stay. And there's more than simple money."

Carole could only nod agreement. She realized what he meant. She felt the same attraction towards Mr. Strong, though hers was probably more sexual than Clive's. But even here, she couldn't be sure. Mr. Strong said he enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh – and hadn't specified whose flesh he enjoyed the most.

"So you won't help me escape?" she asked. Her world seemed to be coming to an end around her.

"No, but I've got an idea that might work out even better than running from Mr. Strong. He doesn't take kindly to people who flee him. He's been known to go to the ends of the earth tracking them down for revenge. He takes it as a personal insult."

She shivered at the thought of Mr. Strong doing that with her. He would be a tireless enemy. And she didn't want to think of him as an enemy at all. He was her master. If only Miss Olson wasn't here!

As if reading her mind, Clive said, "We can get rid of her. I've been planing that for a year now. God, how I hate her!"

"But how?"

He smiled and Carole saw a hint of Mr. Strong in his face fleetingly, she wondered if he might not be related to the man. Then she pushed the thought from her mind as he outlined his plan. She found herself agreeing fully.

"Oooooh! I hurt! My side is killing me! I think it's my appendix! It's going to burst!" Carole cried out. She kept it up until Miss Olson came into the room.

"What the hell is all this about?" Her quick eyes showed that the girl was still chained to the bed as she'd left her. She didn't even see Clive standing behind the door – or the club he used to knock her unconscious.

"Did we have to do it like this?" Carole asked.

"Yeah. The bitch goes around armed all the time. We had to take her by surprise. And I think she carries the key to your chains with her. Got 'em!" He held up the brightly shining key, then tossed it to Carole. "Get dressed," he ordered, "while I take care of her."

Carole found clothing in the closet containing the whips and chains. She quickly slipped into them, the cloth feeling odd against her skin after living in the silk garments given her by Mr. Strong. She watched in amazement as Clive handcuffed Miss Olson and then fastened a velvet bag around the woman's head.

He quickly explained, "Don't say a word after she comes to. If she happens to escape, we don't want to be caught. It'll be her word against ours and knowing Mr. Strong, he'd give her a lie detector test. She can't do anything but lie if she doesn't see or hear who's kidnapped her."