THIS YARN IS ABSOLUTE FICTION

BY WHIPMASTER

[ part 2 ]

Jerry Simmons and his fifteen year old step-daughter were getting set to close up for the day. Thursday was always a long day with a 9pm finish. Andrea was thirty years his junior and since her whore mother had fled the family some two years earlier the pair had sought love from one another and were now, among other things, sharing the same bed like husband and wife.

When Jerry took over the leather& saddle shop last fall he was so astounded at the number of enquiries relating to alternate leather goods that he believed he could make a killing establishing an 'out the back' BDSM accessory shop, and he was right. Jerry was originally a New Yorker and he knew how popular these alternative lifestyles had become in the big apple. Now just eight months later he had everything you could possibly imagine and business was booming. But of course this was Utah state and not outwardly tolerant to such perversions so he had to devise a simple system to admit the right customers and hide his illegal activities from general public view.

His scheme was so simple it was ingenious. Andrea would tend the front counter of the saddle shop and when 'out the back' customers entered she would direct them to the red door at the rear. She would then remotely open the door by depressing a button mounted on the underside of the counter and the door would spring closed after the customer passed through. Jerry would tend to those special customers and would sometimes call on his young lover to assist with private demonstrations of his special wears if the need arose. Anything to get a sale was his business policy.

'What do I ask for?' said Tim showing an uncomfortable level of agitation.

'Two horse whips, short ones no longer than four feet and make sure they're genuine leather.' answered Lisa. She was now in complete control. Shane closed his eyes and wondered how he got himself into this mess.

Tim left the van and entered the store poking around nervously. He spotted a section with leather accessories but found nothing that resembled what Lisa had described. Meanwhile in the van Lisa was also becoming fidgety.

'He doesn't know what to get. I'm going in'. Without another word she sprung open the door and headed for the shop.

'NO', screeched Shane but it was too late, she was gone.

Andrea noticed Tim and decided that he was definitely a candidate for the red door. Lisa walked in but because of her lack of height she could not see Tim who was in an adjacent aisle moving furtively toward the front counter.

Andrea took little notice of Lisa. It was common for preteen girls to wander in look around and leave. Very rarely did they buy anything but sometimes they would return later with their parents and make a purchase.

She watched Tim as he approached her.

'I think we may have what you are looking for through the red door behind you sir', announced Andrea with a smile. 'I'll buzz you through'.

'Er, thank you'.

Tim's voice alerted Lisa. She spotted him along an adjacent aisle and headed in his direction which was also the direction of the red door. As Tim reached the door Andrea pressed the button and the lock unlatched. Tim pushed through and to Andrea's horror Lisa, coming from the side aisle, followed. The door closed shut.

Andrea panicked. Quickly she phoned through to her stepfather.

'Oh Uncle Jerry', she sometimes called him Uncle Jerry it was a little role play game they played. 'Uncle Jerry a little girl has gone through. I'm sorry I didn't realize she was with this guy'.

'Yes I see them, now calm down no need to panic. Is there anyone else in the store?'

'No'.

"Good, then close up and come out here as quickly as you can. I may need your help to sort this out'

Tim jumped when he saw Lisa behind him.

'Fuck! You've done it to me again', he said. 'Scared the shit out of me'.

'Yeah but this time you haven't got your dick hanging out . unfortunately', she grinned.

'What are you doing here?'

'Shane said to come and help you', she lied.

'That's bullshit', he said. 'But you're here now so I guess it's too fucking late to do anything about it'.

They were amazed at what confronted them on the other side of the red door. It was as if they had walked into another world. A bank of BDSM and torture related porn videos was the first thing that caught Lisa's eyes.

'Wow Tim, look at this shit', she said as she picked up a cover which depicted a naked young woman with her hands stretched high above her head and her body dressed in whip welts. She flipped the case over and began to read the movie review. 'Listen to this'.

She hooked her left arm into his right a pulled herself close to him and started reading, in a whisper, but loud enough for Tim to hear.

'Not much of a story to this one. A naked young slavegirl enters a smoking salon where her master is sitting reading his newspaper and pouring some fine blended whisky down. She kneels meekly before him and with her outstretched hands supporting a bullwhip, 'Slave Mary reporting for her daily flogging master'. The master accepts the whip and orders her to the dungeon. In the dungeon she is stretched high and flogged for over 40 minutes receiving over 300 hard lashes. The final scene she is back in the smoking salon where she kneels before her master with her hands tied behind her back and gives him a sensual blow job swallowing it all and finally thanking him for attending to her. If you love lots of hard whipping action and meek female submission then this video is a must but a word of warning, this video contains real torture and pain and is not for the squeamish'.

Jerry left his counter to approach the couple but backed off when he heard Lisa reading the back cover of the video case. Fortunately they were no other clients in the shop. He waited until she had finished so as to gauge her reaction, and then cleared his throat.

'Excuse me sir. This part of the shop contains material of an extreme adult nature and may not be suitable for the young lady here. In fact, I'm sorry to say it is actually illegal for her to be here. If she could just wait outside you are more than welcome to browse freely on your own'.

'Illegal!' replied Tim. 'I would say that this entire section of you store is illegal'.

At that moment Andrea entered and the three were distracted by her sudden presence.

'And I suppose you expect me to believe that she is over 21!'

Jerry cleared his throat again. This was an awkward situation.

'Is the front door locked, no customers?'

'Yes Uncle Jerry', Andrea replied.

'Uncle Jerry', sniggered Lisa. 'Where's Uncle Steve?'

Tim cast a puzzling look in her direction.

'You know Jerry and Steve .. Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve'. The three of them wondered what she was talking about. 'Pheww', she sighed with a high pitch as she ran her hand over her head indicating that that's just where the joke had gone.

Tim turned to Jerry. 'Look we just want a few things and we'll be on our way'.

Jerry nodded to Andrea who moved over to Lisa and put her arm her. 'We've got heaps more like that, do you wanna see'. Lisa looked up at her and suddenly smiled. 'Sure'.

While Jerry and Tim when about their business Andrea whisked Lisa over to another shelf of videos and DVDs. 'These are the best', she said. 'They're made by a studio call Nu-age Productions and they are really sick. There's this guy named Lee Smith and he's the star of most of their movies. He's like really hot and well . here lets watch one'.

'Ok, lets'.

'Your Pick'.

Lisa checked out the covers and selected one with a particularly brutal depiction of torture on its front cover. It was titled 'Flogged in the Dungeons of Hell' starring Lee Smith and some teenage slut slave pain bitch whore. Andrea smiled as she extracted the cassette from its case and took Lisa's hand and led her into a small viewing booth where she inserted the tape and pressed the play button.

The movie was every bit as brutal as its cover suggested, even more so. And Lee Smith was every bit as hot as Andrea had suggested as he expertly cracked his bullwhip in from of the petrified naked and bound young charge who awaited his torture.

'What's your name?' Andrea asked.

'Lisa, what's yours?'

'Hi Lisa, I'm Andrea. Who is that guy your with? He's not old enough to be your daddy'.

'No he's not my daddy'.

Then who is he?'

Lisa was momentarily lost for words. She had to come up with something and come up with it quick.

'Well you see . Can you keep a secret?'

'Of course', replied Andrea anxiously.

'I'm not supposed to tell anybody this but he's my master'.

'Your master! Wow that's hot'.

'Hot!' Lisa smiled, 'I thought it was cool'.

Both girls laughed.

'And guess what?'

Andrea shrugged her shoulders.

'I've got another master, Master Shane. He's waiting for us in the van outside. And guess where we're going for the weekend'.

'Where'

'To Master Shane's farm . and you know what for?'

Andrea shook her head.

'A whipping weekend'.

'Wow, that's hot', exclaimed Andrea.

'No', smiled Lisa again. 'I thought it was cool'.

Andrea joined in the last few words (it was cool) and then both girls cracked up with laughter.