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This is part one of a project Miles Long and I have been working
on. We got the idea from our friend Sabrina (a lovely yet angry
clown), to write the story based on some rants by a couple of
Bible thumping nitwit trolls. You can find the raw story in
a.s.s. under the thread: '(ass) You are all fucking sick...'.
Enjoy,
Rod
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The following story is fiction. Any real people named in this
project are used ficticiously. This work is jointly copyrighted
by Miles Long and Rod Ramsey, it may not be used on any pay site
without express written consent of both copyright holders.
This is a sex story and will include underage participants in
part two. Don't read it if you are easily offended or thing that
sex is naughty.
Please send comments, good and bad to the news group
alt.sex.stories if you would. I will annonomize any sent to my
e-mail and post them as well. I can be reached at
rod_ramsey@yahoo.com.
The Preacher and the Clown - Part One (F/M, FDom, drug, bdsm,
ped(implied))
By Miles Long, Rod Ramsey. With contributions from Marc and
Sabrina.
1.
Naomi headed for her car as soon as she could. Magic tricks done,
faces painted and the requisite fucking balloon animals and hats
made. If that fucking little carrot topped brat had pulled her
nose off one more time she would have killed the lot of them.
Anyway the kids were happy and the parents satisfied that they
had gotten their money's worth. She literally ran into the man as
she walked to her car.
"Watch where your going asshole." she said in a very un-clown
like way.
He replied with a forced smile, "The peace of the lord be with
you."
"Fuck you." Naomi replied turning to go.
"Miss I see that there is some anger in you." he said, walking
beside her now, "Maybe I can help ease your struggle by telling
you of the joy of God."
Naomi could sense some inner struggle with the actions of this
man. He seemed almost to fear her, only his force of will keeping
him from running away. She looked at him out of the corner of her
eye, he was attractive enough, but needed a gag to shut him up.
"Look Mister, right now all I want to do is go home, open a beer
and find a nice little stroke story on the internet so I can get
off."
"Alcohol and masturbation are both sins my child. If you partake
of them you shall surely burn in Hell." he replied.
"Give me a break." Naomi said.
"God's love can forgive all sins." he stated.
Naomi was weary at the thought of having to deal with yet another
insignificant distraction in her life. Doing the same thing over
and over expecting a different result - wasn't that the clinical
definition of insanity?
"Just what makes you think God needs your help in advancing his
cause?" she asked sarcastically. "Do you have some sort of
directed insight into just what God demands of his minions?"
"Not at all. But his words, and his will are well documented in
the Old and New Testament. It's but our choice to heed what's
been set down in the sacred texts." His look managed to be both
benevolent and smug at the same time.
Gotcha, she thought. "Is that so? Does that take into
consideration that the Bible has been translated numerous times
in the last two thousand years, and translated by men? Men with
their own agenda I might add!"
"I don't understand what you're getting at. Do you doubt the
words as written?" he carefully asked?
"Absolutely. If you're secure enough in your belief system, and
your conviction perhaps you'd like to come home with me and I'll
reveal exactly what I'm talking about." She was beginning to get
excited over the prospect of luring this deluded unfortunate into
her web. "You're not so insecure that a little scholarly exposure
to new ideas is too threatening to consider are you?
"Certainly not! His will and his words are the single abiding
guide in my life. I take comfort that in all things God provides
enlightenment and clear understanding. I warn you, I'm not
easily led astray," he stated firmly.
"Well then. Let's take a quick drive to my place. Not only will
I prove the flaws in your thinking, I'll be able to get out of
this outfit. I'm parked just over there. Your male ego won't
suffer from the indignity of a woman driving will it?"
A measure of his original nervousness showing through, he said,
"Certainly not. It's not far is it?"
"I live just ten minutes away," she answered.
"Fair enough."
Getting in the car and settling themselves in, they rode off into
the warm afternoon.
"So what's your name, Reverend?" said Naomi as she drove.
"Pastor Craig, but you can call me Boyd" he said. "I'm not much
for formalities outside of the church. What's yours?"
"Naomi" she said. "And I'm sorry I snapped at you. I was having a
rough time with some kids at this party and I was about to wring
someone's neck just as the party ended."
"Please don't worry about it" he said. "I do my best to do as the
Lord says to and I've already forgiven you."
She pulled into her driveway and they both got out of the car. As
she turned the key in the lock of her door, she turned and said
"Boyd, I have to ask one thing of you. The shoes come off at the
door, please. New floors and all."
"Not a problem" he said.
As they walked into her living room, she turned on the lights and
TV.
"Have a seat, Boyd. I imagine you don't want a beer with me but I
have some pineapple juice or tomato juice."
"You know, some pineapple juice sounds really good right about
now" he said.
"Coming Up" She took out two glasses from the cupboard and poured
herself a beer. Taking a drink, she opened up another cupboard
door and reached in for her bottle of Xanax. As she opened the
bottle, she thought to herself, "One for me and two for you." She
swallowed one and washed it down with a good swallow of beer then
dropped two into the bottom of Boyd's glass. She quickly crushed
them and then stirred in the pineapple juice. With a grin, she
picked up both glassed and went into the living room.
"Here you go. I'm going to have to leave you for a bit while I
get this makeup off and take a quick shower. Make yourself at
home and I'll be right back."
She walked back to the bathroom and closed the door. Taking her
clothes off, she wondered if the Right Reverend would still be
awake when she finished her shower. He wasn't a big man so it
shouldn't matter. Besides, she still had her mother's wheelchair
in the closet. It should be easy enough to load him into it for
the short trip the back bedroom. Her "playroom." The ropes and
chains started to fill her mind as she stepped into the shower
with a grin. She found herself quickly getting excited.
Naomi resisted the urge to finger herself as she showered. She
planned in her mind what would be best for this arrogant bastard
who's morality was going to protect him. She dried her body after
the shower, leaving her short curly hair damp. Dark eye shadow
and bright red lipstick was the only makeup needed for tonight's
entertainment. A quick stop in the playroom for a collar, leash
and two small bells that she attached to her nipple rings. She
then padded naked into the livingroom, the silver bells tinkling
as she walked. Boyd was still awake when she arrived, his glassy
eyes fixed on the TV as a half-naked Britney danced to her latest
tune. On seeing Naomi, Boyd mouthed the word "Devil" and tried to
sink deeper into the sofa.
"If you want I can be an angel." Naomi said sweetly, "Just be a
good boy for me and I'll take you to heaven." Then letting her
voice drop to a deep growl, "Resist me and I'll make your life
hell."
"You can't tempt me Satan." his words slurred, eyes fixing on
Naomi's large breasts with their two small bells.
Naomi just smiled and straddled Boyd's lap, she wiggled her body
to make the bells jingle. Reaching up she slid the collar around
his neck.
"I can't tempt you huh? Is that a sausage in your pants?" she
asked softly, rubbing her bare crotch along his lap. His growing
cock easily felt through his trousers. "Are you going to fight
me? It'll be so much more fun if you don't fight me."
Boyd tried to tear his eyes off of Naomi's tits. When his eyes
would wander she just wiggled enough to ring the bells, bringing
his focus back where she wanted it.
Keeping her voice low she continued, "You want this, don't deny
yourself the pleasure of the flesh. Tell me how much you want
this."
"No. Is evul, you drug-ged me of some-ting." Boyd said, his voice
getting more incoherent.
Naomi decided to see if she could get him into the playroom
before he passed out completely. She slid off his lap and tugged
on the leash. Boyd staggered to his feet, eyes still locked on
the silver bells. Naomi walked backwards to the spare bedroom,
tugging slightly on the leash whenever Boyd fell behind.
2.
Once inside the bedroom Naomi first closed the nearly soundproof
door. Then before Boyd could either rouse himself, or completely
pass out she began to remove his clothes, Boyd's befuddled state
letting her make quick work of getting him down to just the
collar. Leaning into him, she pushed him back against the
padded wall, Naomi lifted each arm and locked the hanging cuffs
around each wrist.
"Oww," Boyd slurred. "Tha's tight."
"Sorry about that. These are brand new, give them time they'll
stretch out after a while," Naomi replied, giving Boyd's cheek a
squeeze. She resisted fondling anything else as she turned to
begin making preparations for what she called "the main event."
Boyd's eyes were alternating between bleary, out of focus
attempts to track Naomi's progress across the room and squinting
against the harsh glare of the sun-bright fixture on the ceiling.
What he failed to notice were the two cameras in the corners of
the room, both focused on the wall against which he was secured.
Laying out the "instruments" of her second stock and trade,
actually more of a hobby. It's only a trade when you get paid,
right? Humming tunelessly, she was beginning to feel the familiar
tingle of anticipation that preceded these doings.
"Wha' have-why, I'm cold..." His confused words drawing Naomi's
attention away from the stand full of toys as his legs gave out
and his head dropped to his chest. Moving in front of Boyd and
pulling his head up by his hair, she sharply said, "Don't pass
out on me yet. The party's not even begun."
Boyd cracked his eyes open, trying to focus on the face before
him, vaguely hearing the tinkle of the bells just below his
eyesight. "Sleepy...tired. Just let me res' a while..." he
said, voice fading again.
Still holding his head up by his hair, she savagely pinched his
earlobe with her other hand and smiled in satisfaction when his
eyes shot wide open. Though still barely able to focus, at least
he was able to get his feet shakily underneath himself, using the
wall for support.
"That's right. You'll be fine very shortly. Remember, you're
the one who's going to determine whether I'm to be the devil or
an angel. Now try to stay focused while I finish up getting
everything ready. Giving his scrotum a playful squeeze before she
turned away, Naomi said, "I won't be but a minute. Perhaps you
could review some of the juicier stories of the Bible to prepare
your mind."
Boyd let his eyes close and slumped in his bonds. Naomi let his
head drop to his chest and with a harder squeeze of his balls
turned to examine her table filled with toys. The riding crop she
looked at and set aside, no use in leaving welts that take days
to fade. She picked up her beloved little whippy cat with it's
strands of woven silk, so soft yet so painful when used properly.
She smiled sweetly when she thought back to when her roommate at
college had given the toy to her, then teased her breasts
unmercifully with it. Yes it would do, a perfect introduction to
the pleasure of pain. Glancing over at Boyd she saw his eyes were
open again and he was looking right at her tight round ass. The
big faker hadn't passed out and Naomi decided that he needed to
pay for his little trick.
Picking up a short leather strap Naomi walked back to the bound
man. She looked into his frightened eyes, smiling before dropping
to her knees. Taking his cock in hand she slid her lips over his
slightly stiff manhood. Working her tongue over the member as it
started to grow inside her. She could barely hear his mumbled
words, unable to make out what he was saying. His cock soon
reached full size and Naomi slid her mouth off long enough to
place the strap around the base, pulling his balls away from his
body. A final tug on the end of the strap pulled the device
tight, garnering a grunt from Boyd's lips. Naomi returned to
sucking his cock. Boyd returned to his mumbling, slightly louder
now, she was able to make out the rhythmic tones of what could
only be a prayer. Sliding her mouth off his cock with a long
lingering lick along the underside of his shaft, Naomi returned
to the table of toys. The large red ballgag gave her an idea and
she sauntered from the room.
Boyd let out a yelp of fear and pain when she returned. Naomi had
donned her orange clown wig and the red ball nose. She walked
toward the man with the ballgag swinging from her hand.
"No! No, stay away from me." Boyd whispered.
"Time for you to shut up Preacher Man." Naomi replied.
Boyd clamped his mouth shut as she brought the red rubber ball to
his lips. He shook his head from side to side as she tried to
force it in.
"Open your fucking mouth." she growled, taking hold of a nipple
and twisting.
Boyd's scream was cut off in mid-gasp as Naomi forced the ballgag
into his open mouth, shoving his head hard against the padded
wall to get it seated all the way. She quickly secured the straps
and stepped closer to kiss the tip of his nose.
"So much better." she said, kneeling once more.
Naomi found that she had to remove the red nose to properly suck
Boyd's cock. Her mouth working it's magic along his shaft.
Eventually Boyd started moving his hips in frustration, desire to
cum overriding his moral thoughts. Naomi pulled off when she felt
he was frustrated to the proper level, no need to worry about him
shooting his load with the strap restricting his cock and balls.
She used two fingers to pick up some of the moisture that had
dripped from her pussy before standing up. She wiped her wet
fingers under his nose and along his lips, removing the gag to
force the moisture onto his tongue.
"That's just a taste of what you'll be getting later." she
whispered in his ear, "Now be quiet or the gag goes back in."
Straddling his cock she squeezed her legs together and humped her
hips back and forth along his ridged cock. Boyd closed his eyes
to her wicked grin, inches from his face. "Well if he doesn't
want to watch, I have just the thing." Naomi thought to herself.
Stepping away she let her hand trail along his cock. At the table
she picked up a blindfold, returning to his side. Boyd started to
resist until Naomi's hand touched his nipple once more. Without
further resistance Naomi fastened the blindfold across his eyes.
The only thing that could have given Boyd a greater jolt of fear
than that of what Naomi was going to subject him to was the
inability to see just what was about to happen to him. The jolt
of fear-laced adrenalin into his system brought him close to full
consciousness as the world went dark around him.
"Wait. Stop! Why are doing this? Damn it, I can't see," Boyd
objected.
"Is your faith so weak that a little darkness troubles you? I
thought God brought enlightenment?" Naomi teased as she again
rubbed her wet nether lips along the top of Boyd's cock. "Surely
you remember the beginning of all things when God said 'Let there
be light!' don't you. And it was good..." Naomi's voice trailed
off to a pleasure-soaked moan and her hips redoubled their
gyrations below.
If anything, Boyd's cock stiffened even more, gaining noticeable
girth and it soaked in Naomi's juices. Easing away from Boyd
with a soft sigh, Naomi turned to her table of toys trying to
decide just what to "play with" next.
Making up her mind she first walked back over to her restrained
victim and stood inches away. Sensing her presence Boyd said,
"Let me go! You can't keep me here like this...I demand you let
me go....please?" His fear, and the beginnings of despair readily
evident. His speech only slightly thickened. "I promise,
really, no one will ever know. I'll never mention to a soul what
went on here."
Ignoring his pleas, Naomi reached up and released the catch on
his left cuff. And before Boyd could pull his arm away, she
attached it to the chain holding in right arm above his head.
Then she removed his right cuff and snapped it to the free chain,
in effect turning him to face the wall.
"God damn it!" he roared. "Let me down this instant. I won't
stand for this any more!"
"Sorry honey, that's just what you ARE going to be doing, at
least for the time being. And, depending on how good you are,
you just might be standing for this for the rest of the night."
Caressing his buttocks, giving them firm squeezes, Naomi leaned
close to his ear and whispered, "Relax, you've nothing to worry
about. I'm only going to do to you what the church has been
doing to it's flock for the last few centuries. I believe it was
Monty Python who stated so succinctly, 'No one ever expects the
Spanish Inquisition.'"
Shaking his head furiously, and rubbing it against the wall
before him, Boyd frantically tried to scrape the blindfold from
his face. "Very well, let me help you with that since you're
bound and determined, get it," she whispered, "to see what's
going on," she continued conversationally.
Removing the blindfold, Naomi tossed it aside, watching as Boyd
tried to take in what was around him, squinting against the
glare.
"What manner of depraved room is this?" He demanded. "This is the
place of a sick and unholy mind. There will be little chance for
salvation if you should violate me, or continue your blasphemous
ways. Release me and I will endeavor to bring you to the Lord.
In his care you shall be cleansed of this madness and find the
inner peace you so desperately need."
"I don't thing so Pastor. It is you who needs a good dose of
'salvation' in the form of the realities of life." Craning his
head around as far as he could, Boyd saw Naomi return to small
stand where he could make out a profusion of objects, none of
which he could see well enough to make out.
The cool temperature of the room was doing nothing to prevent the
sweat of fear from gathering at the back of Boyd's neck. Slowly
a droplet began to roll down his spine, forcing a shiver of fear
from him. In his peripheral vision, he saw Naomi stepping into
some kind of under garment or something. He could see her
pulling it up and adjusting it around her hips. For a moment he
was relieved, thinking she might be getting at least partially
dressed, perhaps even as a prelude to letting him go, having had
her fun scaring and humiliating him.
Unfortunately, as she turned her back to him he heard a series of
snaps, and a momentary buzz of something electric, a motor or
something. He somehow knew that this depraved woman wasn't
through with him yet. And as she turned back to him, his whole
body shuddered in horror as he was able to see just what Naomi
had donned.
3.
The phallus Naomi was wearing was large and black as night,
hanging horizontal on it's harness. Boyd watched in growing
horror when she pushed a button on the control she held and the
dildo expanded in a ring that moved from base to just below the
head. Naomi smiled her most demented smile as she approached his
bound form.
"Time for Preacher Man to meet Mr. Black." she teased, the dildo
bouncing as she walked toward him.
"No. Don't do this too me. Sodomy is a sin." Boyd begged.
"I could invite my boyfriend over. He goes both ways and would
probably love to fuck your virgin ass." she replied.
Boyd clamped his legs together when she tried to slide Mr. Black
between his legs. He felt her pull back, looking over his
shoulder he could see her pick up the whippy cat from the table.
With a flick of her wrist she lashed his ass with the fine silk
strands. The soft whip fell lightly on his ass, just kissing his
flesh. As Naomi repeatedly struck his body he began to feel a
burning sensation cover his entire butt. The pain continued to
build as the girl worked the whip over his ass, his body twisting
in his bonds, trying to escape the lash of her whip. Reluctantly
Boyd let a low keening wail escape his lips.
"All you have to do to stop this is spread your legs for Mr.
Black." Naomi informed him, stopping long enough to reach around
and fondle his still hard cock. "You want it. Just admit it, when
I'm done I'll let you cum." she whispered in his ear."
"No. I'll not submit to your devilry." Boyd replied in a shaky
voice.
Naomi looked his pink ass over, tracing her fingernail along the
flesh. She could see Boyd clench his muscles in pain as the white
skin bloomed pink following her finger. She trailed the finger
down his ass crack and poked the sharp nail against his pucker.
Twisting the digit she forced her way into his tight hole.
"SPREAD YOUR FUCKING LEGS" she yelled.
"NO. DAMN YOU." he yelled back.
"Come on Boyd," she said in a reasonable voice, "the drug is
wearing off and the pain will increase as it does. You may as
well get it over with now, while you can still claim it was the
drugs fault you let yourself be assfucked."
"Please child. Let me go, what your doing is against the law as
well as a crime against nature."
Naomi laughed for a minute before responding, "Who's going to
believe you? Have you not seen all the newspaper and TV stories
about preachers getting caught having sex with their flock. Why
just last week there was the story of a pastor who videotaped a
thirteen year old girl going down on him."
"So you're saying two wrongs make a right?"
"No. I just want to fuck you in your self-righteous ass." she
replied, "Now spread your legs or I'll whip you some more."
"Look, Miss Naomi..." Boyd began.
"Oh, so now it's 'Miss' is it? Do I detect more than a hint of
fear, because it can't possibly be respect now is it?"
"Please believe me when I say that if you release me now I
promise to forget this whole incident. No one will ever know
what went on, no authorities will become involved. Just let me
go before you do something you'll regret," Boyd finished.
"Regrets? Me? I think not," Naomi began as she triggered the
inner ring of the dildo, the slight buzz chilling Boyd to the
bone. "I'm thinking more that you're the one who's going to leave
here with regrets."
Moving closely behind Boyd, Naomi aimed the pulsating phallus
between Boyd's legs. Slowly rubbing it back and forth along the
crease of Boyd's bottom and thighs, Naomi whispered in his ear,
"What are you thinking now Reverend? Do you feel what's in store
for you? Are you imagining what it's going to feel like when I
shove this toy of mine up your ass? Are you afraid of being
sexually penetrated in the ass? Or...is it that you're afraid
that you might like it? Yes...I think that's what's going on
right on through here. Is this what you secretly crave Reverend?
A little anal penetration? Or is it the abject surrender to
another, and a woman at that. Remember, organized religion was
invented by you men to take power away from women, away from the
life givers." Driving the pulsating phallus deeper between
Boyd's thighs Naomi began caressing his neck and shoulders and
she began to saw her hips back and forth.
"That's right Reverend, women give life and men do everything
possible to take it away," she said, thrusting, building a
persistent rhythm. Drawing closer to his ear, Naomi breathlessly
whispered, "I'm going to fuck you Reverend, first I'm going to
fuck you slow. Then, I'm going to fuck you fast---and deep. And
you know what? There's not a fucking thing you can do aboutit."
Pulling the dildo from between his thighs, Naomi began to rub it
up and down the crack of Boyd's ass. "Let's just say that you're
going to stand in for all the clergy who historically have been
fucking women in the ass through the ages." She nestled the head
of the rubber cock at the tightly puckered opening and began to
push.
"Stop! You can't. You can't take away a man's humanity from him
like this. You can't do this to me. I have never done anything to
harm you, all I wanted was to give you whatever measure of
comfort or advice you were willing to accept, I wished no harm on
you! Just stop." Boyd was desperately pulling at the chains that
held his arms aloft, clenching his buttocks together as strongly
as his standing position would permit. Turning his head right
and left, trying to look Naomi in the face he said, "Is it so in
your heart to ruin me? Must you abuse me to atone for the acts of
others? Ow...it's too big....I can't take it. Please don't so
this to me."
Prying his cheeks apart with both hands, Naomi pushed against the
resisting ring of flesh. Putting her weight behind her, she
watched as Boyd's anus began to give, stretching minutely around
the blunt tip of the black, pulsating rubber.
"No...you can't. I've never..."
"Never what Reverend? Never been fucked in the ass? Perhaps, but
I'm not so sure you've never seen things from my perspective."
She pushed fully half an inch more into him, his asshole
broadening further to accept the rubber intrusion. Fortunately
for Boyd his own fear-sweat provided a small measure of
lubrication, the pulsations of the internal ring serving to
momentarily loosen the muscles designed to hold shit in.
"There we go. That's not so bad now, is it?" Naomi taunted him
as she reached around to grab his turgid cock in her hand.
Stroking him slowly she began to gyrate her hips, not to drive
deeper, but to stimulate the sensitive skin both in and around
his stretched asshole.
Boyd moaned in humiliation, raising himself up on tip-toe trying
to escape the persistent pressure from behind.
Naomi smiled to herself as she felt the slightest thickening of
his cock as she stroked him. She reached around with her other
hand and grabbed his scrotum. She bared her teeth in glee as he
moaned again, suffused with conflicting sensation.
Leaning to his ear once again, Naomi licked along the back of his
neck and then said, "Brace yourself Reverend, this is definitely
going to hurt you more than it's going to hurt me."
Boyd closed his eyes and tried to twist away from Naomi's probing
thrusts. He let out a scream when she clamped down on his
testicles with her hand.
"Stay still and relax or I'll rip these off." she growled in his
ear.
Boyd froze with the pain of his nuts being compressed. Naomi kept
stroking his cock while she leaned forward. The dildo slid deeper
into his ass, his sphincter contracting to avoid the intrusion.
She pulled back slightly, leaving the tip imbedded, then shoved
forward. Boyd grunted explosively with the impact of Naomi's
thrust. With a quarter of the dildo's length now buried in Boyd's
rectum, Naomi began a slow pumping motion. Boyd cursed in a
language that Naomi didn't recognized, maybe Latin for all she
knew. She could see the side of his face scrunched up in pain,
however the cock she held in her hand just seemed to be getting
bigger and harder the more she pumped his ass. She gave one final
push and the large black phallus was buried all the way in his
tight ass. Naomi hit the control for the movable ring, the buzz
of the unit stimulating her clit as the motor drove deep into his
ass.
"NO! NO! NO!" Boyd screamed in pain as his anal ring was forced
open even more.
Naomi started pumping again as the unit reached the tip, it would
stay there vibrating until she released the button and pulled
out. Boyd was shaking visibly in his bonds as she brutalized his
ass. She pulled the strap around his cock and balls loose as she
shoved the dildo all the way into his tight ass.
Suddenly Boyd froze his eyes going wide open. With a desperate
plea to God for forgiveness, he began spewing semen all over
Naomi's wall. Naomi smiled and shut off the vibrating dildo,
letting the pain ring slide from his body. She continued to
stroke his cock, milking every last drop of cum from Boyd's cock.
Pulling the dildo completely out Naomi dropped to her knees,
kissing his cock and licking the residual cum from the tip.
"How was it going to work again Preacher Man?" she asked.
4.
Boyd was overcome with shame, pain, humiliation and something
else he wouldn't, no couldn't admit. Seeing that she wasn't
going to get an answer from Boyd anytime soon, Naomi softly
stoked his softened cock, taunting him even further.
"Now that's what I call 'Devine Inspiration' there Preacher,"
taking him fully into her mouth. The warmth, and the sucking
sensation a counterpoint to the burning pain in Boyd's ass.
Popping the soft, clean cock from her mouth, Naomi stood, and
said into Boyd's ear.
"That's only the beginning. By the time I'm done with you I'm
betting you're going to have a whole new perspective on a number
of things." Naomi walked back to the table holding her collection
of "toys" and began to stir the pile about. Hearing the slight
commotion behind him immediately caught Boyd's attention.
Licking his bone-dry lips, Boyd croaked, "Haven't you done enough
damage for one day. Please, you've ruined me. You've taken away
any dignity I may have had as a man. Let me go, you can't debase
me any further. Please. Let me down."
"I think not. Besides, I didn't really ruin you, I think of it
more as having 'enlightened' you. Think of the big picture. By
your experiences tonight, and as long as I decide to keep you, I
expect you will gain such a broad insight into the condition of
man that you'll think twice before accosting some innocent soul
just walking about." Just then Boyd heard a clink of metal on
metal.
Craning his head around as far as he could he could just catch
the glint of something small and round in Naomi's hand. Blinking
furiously, trying to get a better look he made out two large
metal marbles, both just a bit smaller than a golf ball.
"What matter of perversion are you thinking about now you evil
bitch," he said hoarsely. "You realize of course that both God,
and the authorities will claim their day of reckoning on you,
harlot!"
"Ohhh, I like a man with some starch in him. I'd be a little less
worried about my day of reckoning and more of your own if you
have any sense about you," she said, slipping behind him again.
Reaching around to stroke his flaccid cock, Naomi tickled his ear
with her tongue. "Relax. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be
thanking me in God's name."
With that Boyd felt her begin to slide something smooth and round
into his stretched and abused asshole.
"This won't hurt a bit Reverend. See?" she said as she slipped a
second ball into his ass. "These are special little toys. You
should feel privileged, only my best customers get this
treatment." Stroking him in a firm, insistent rhythm, Naomi was
pleased as she felt the beginnings of additional blood filling
his cock.
Giving his scrotum a squeeze, she stepped back and said, "Now
it's time for my version of twenty questions. I'll ask you a
question, and you have to answer. Anytime you don't give me an
answer, or if I think you're lying to me this is what youget..."
Boyd's whole body spasmed, every muscle clenched against the
electrical stimulation originating from just behind his prostate.
After a second that seemed like an eternity the charge
disappeared, allowing Boyd to draw a relieved breath, the sweat
of fear returning anew.
"Shall we begin?"
Boyd clamped his mouth shut and didn't say a word. Naomi let the
control slide along his ass cheek, pausing when it touched his
pucker.
"Question one. What were you doing in the park?" she asked.
"FUCK YOU. YOU'RE GOING TO BURN IN HELL." Boyd yelled at the top
of his lungs.
Pain racked his body as Naomi pressed the button again.
"You should learn to be more polite to the one who controls your
pain. Now, what were you doing in the park?"
"Enjoying the scenery." Boyd replied quietly.
"What kind of scenery? The boy scenery or the girl scenery?" she
asked.
"The trees and the birds kind you fucking bitch."
Naomi held the button down until Boyd slumped in his bonds. She
walked out of the room and got another beer from the fridge
before returning. Boyd was trying to get his feet to support his
body when she walked back in drinking her Budweiser from the can.
Leaning against the table she sipped her beer and watched Boyd
regain his senses before approaching him again. Naomi tilted his
head back and pinched his cheeks, forcing his mouth open. He was
too weak to struggle as she poured the remaining beer down his
throat. Tossing the empty can into the trash can across the room
she gripped his cock.
"Are you going to answer truthfully and politely now?"
"Yes." he croaked.
"That should be 'yes Mistress'." she said, holding the button up
for Boyd to see.
"Yes Mistress." Boyd said with a quiver in his voice.
"Good boy." Naomi replied, gently stroking his cock. "You were
coming from the direction of the tennis courts. Did you stop to
watch the people playing?"
"Yes, I love tennis."
"Did the women in their short skirts excite you?"
"NO, those outfits are despicable. Making the girls look like
harlots." Boyd struggled to keep from raising his voice.
"Girls? How old were the girls you were watching?"
Boyd closed his mouth and turned his head away from Naomi's gaze.
Tears formed in his tightly closed eyes.
"Answer me Boyd. Were you staring at the lithe bodies of young
girls?"
"No I wasn't. I was just watching that's all. I didn't mean
anything by it."
"How old were they Boyd?" she asked.
Boyd remained silent, his body tensing in anticipation of the
pain he was sure was coming.
"Answer me. How old were the girls you were watching? Early
twenties? Late teen? Early teen?" she asked, Boyd tensed as she
finally asked, "Younger? Pre-teen girls? Were you watching little
girls in their cute little outfits bounce around the tennis
court?"
"Middle or late teen. Honest I was just watching I didn't do
anything wrong."
"Did you get a woody watching teenage girls play?" Naomi asked,
giving his now rock hard penis a squeeze.
"Yes." Boyd broke down in sobs, his whole body shaking with fear
and self-loathing.
"You should get out more." she said, letting Boyd sob quietly to
himself.
"How old are you Boyd?" she asked, as he regained control of
himself.
"Thirty-five." he answered.
"Well aren't you the pervert. Some of those girls are almost
young enough to be your daughter. Do you have a daughter, Boyd?"
"Yes." Boyd replied with tears tracing their way down his face.
"How old is she Boyd?" Naomi whispered the question, her mouth
millimeters from his ear.
Boyd let his head drop, resting it on the wall. Through his
sniffles he answered, "Fourteen."
5.
"If I didn't know men so well I'd be disgusted," Naomi said,
clutching Boyd's rock hard cock. "So, you're out in the park
checking out daughter surrogates. What was on your mind while
you were getting your little woody, Reverend? Were you imagining
your own daughter playing tennis? Or, as I suspect, were you
imagining her in a state of undress, exposing her young nubile
flesh to your eyes?"
"Fuck off," Boyd sobbed. "I wasn't doing anything of the sort,"
he said clenching every muscle in his body in anticipation of a
renewal of the electrical jolts already visited on him.
Seeing that Boyd fully expected to be shocked, Naomi gave him a
half-second of the juice; enough to jolt, but not push him into
insensibility.
"I find it very telling that you expected me to punish you for
your answer..... Somebody is lying to me aren't they?" she said
softly in his ear, renewing her stroking of his cock. "So, there
you were, fantasizing about your own daughter."
Shaking his head, forehead against the padding of the wall,
Boyd's shoulders dropped in surrender as low as the chains
permitted. "I can't help myself sometimes. Appreciation of beauty
is no sin, even if it's someone close." He shuddered as Naomi ran
the metal of the remote up and down his back.
"Do you try to see your daughter undressed at home?" sheprodded.
"No- Wait!" he almost screamed. "Sometimes I catch a quick
glimpse of her when she goes between her room and the bathroom!"
He answered, panic permeated his every word.
Boyd let out an involuntary scream as Naomi let go of his cock
and triggered a full two seconds of juice into his ass. When
Boyd's breathing began to slow she grabbed his hair and pulled
back as far as his neck would allow.
"That's not what I asked you. What did I say?"
Sucking in huge breaths he answered, "You...you asked me if I try
to see her undressed."
"That's right. Now I'm going to ask you one more time; Do you
ever try to see your daughter undressed?" Naomi hissed in his
ear, still holding his head pulled back.
Sobbing, only able to see straight overhead, Boyd whispered
"Yes."
Turning his head to face her, Naomi stuck her face just inches
away. "That wasn't so hard now was it? Does your wife suspect
your desire for your own daughter?"
Closing his eyes against Naomi's unwavering gaze, again he simply
answered, "No."
"Very good. I believe you're getting the hang of this game. Now
let me ask you this, have you ever touched, inappropriately, your
daughter, or any other underaged girl in your 'flock?'"
"Don't make me answer that, please. I beg you....argh!" he broke
off mid-word as he received another full two seconds of juice.
His moan of pain once the electrical current ceased was a hoarse,
animalistic sound with very little in the way of humanovertones.
"I hope I don't have to ask you again..." she began. Boyd began
to hysterically pull at the chains attached to the cuffs fastened
to his wrists, pushing against the wall before him with hisfeet.
Naomi fed him another two second jolt in an effort to keep him
from hurting himself, knowing that a man four times Boyd's weight
and strength wouldn't be able to pull the chains from the
ceiling. When she released the button on the remote she was
surprised to see Boyd's cock throbbing in a five inch arch with
his rapid heartbeat. Looking closer it appeared that Boyd's
member had actually grown larger.
Jesus, she thought, what a waste, that thing ought to be put to
good use.
Quite gently Naomi rubbed her right hand up and down Boyd's back
while her left hand stroked his cock.
"If you tell me the truth without hesitation I'll let you fuck
me." she whispered in his ear, "You know you want it. Tell me who
you've touched and where."
Boyd took a deep breath before answering, "Lynn. I touched Lynn
on her breasts." he let out a series of sobs before continuing,
"She enjoyed it. I didn't force myself on her at all. I swear."
"Lynn is your daughter?"
"No, she's my little Heather's best friend. We were playing in
the pool and Lynn just came up to me and started to tickle me. I
tickled back and one thing led to another." Boyd raised his voice
for the next part, "She liked it. It's all her fault, prancing
around in her skimpy little bikini. Showing off her body for
anyone to see. My God I'm just a man what did you expect me to
do?"
"I would expect a man to tell the girl that what she is doing is
inappropriate and put an end to it. Not fondle a fourteen year
olds tits. Don't you get any from your wife?" Naomi hesitated
then gave him a quick jolt.
"Arrgh. No my wife is a frigid bitch. All she ever does anymore
is nag and complain about not living in a bigger house." Boyd
replied with venom in his voice.
"So you've taken to fondling your little girl's best friend. When
did this happen Boyd?"
"Three maybe four hours ago." he replied much more subdued now,
"I left as soon as I could. I know it wasn't right, she told me
that she wanted me to take her virginity. I ran. I couldn't stay
there with Heather and Lynn teasing me like that. Both of them
kept bumping into me. Or did I bump into them? I don't know. I
wanted her so bad, I just couldn't help from touching more and
more of her." Boyd's head fell against the wall. "I knew if I
stayed there I would do something terrible. Lynn looked so, so
sexy in that bikini. I didn't even know I was going to the park
until I found myself at the tennis courts. Then there were all
those sexy girls in their short skirts and tight little panties.
Everywhere I turned there were more girls just begging to be
touched. Then I ran into you and you scared me to my senses."
Boyd closed his eyes and softly pounded his head against the
padded wall. "Let me down. Please. I promise I won't run or fight
you anymore."
"Just a few more questions, then if your still cooperating I
might move you to the bed."
"Ok. I'll be good Mistress." Boyd responded, tacking on the
Mistress without hesitation.
"Did your daughter know what you and Lynn were doing?" sheasked.
"Yes. She was right there the whole time, not two feet away."
"What was her reaction to Lynn wanting you to take her
virginity?" Naomi asked.
"Please I can't say. It's just too horrible."
"We had an agreement. Should I let Mr. Black have another crack
at your ass?"
"She asked if she could watch." the color drained from his face
as he answered, "She asked if she could be next. That's when I
ran. I couldn't stay with those two without fucking them."
"So not only are you a pervert, you're a coward too! Don't you
know that the genie can't be stuffed back into the bottle once
you let it out?"
Shoulders shaking, Boyd answered, "I just didn't know what to do.
What if they told someone, I'd be ruined. I would lose my church,
my standing in the community, and there's no telling what my wife
would do. Castration would only be the beginning."
Giving him a quick jolt, Naomi said in disgust, "How pathetic,
you feel up a teenager and now you're feeling sorry for
your-self? You make me sick." Reaching down to feel just how hard
his cock was, Naomi continued. "It doesn't appear that every part
of you has any regrets," she said, stroking him to complete
hardness again.
"Please, just let me go. You've humiliated me, abused me, and
have forced my most private thoughts out of me. What more can you
do to me?" Boyd's voice trailed off in complete surrender. "I
wish I had never gone to that park."
"Oh now, you can't look at it that way," she said, leaving him to
return to her table of toys. "Think of this as your salvation.
I'm the only thing that stands between you and utter depravity."
"Bullshit. You're just a sick, mean-spirited man hater..."
"Ah, ah, ah," Naomi said, shaking her finger at his back.
"Remember who's in charge here," she said, feeding the current
once again to his sorely abused asshole. "Remember little man,
politeness counts."
Picking up a small strap and moving up behind him, Naomi grabbed
Boyd by the balls and encircled his erect cock, behind his
scrotum with a tight rubber strap, pulling it so tight Boyd tried
to levitate to get away from the pressure. Giving it one last
tug, making sure that cock and balls were free for action, she
stood up and said, "That's not so bad now, is it? Just a little
something to keep the blood in your special little muscle."
Reaching for the small key, hanging between her breasts, she
said, "I'm going to release one of your wrists and attach it to
the other. Then I'm going to do the same to your other wrists.
This way we can see each other without poor baby having to strain
his neck. If you give me the least bit of trouble you know what's
in store for you don't you."
Boyd's body spasmed, and could do little else than tremble as
Naomi held the button down on the remote for a full five seconds.
When she released the button, she quickly detached Boyd's wrists
and turned him around before he could regain his senses. Leaning
over, while he was still in a state of post traumatic shock, she
snapped ankle cuffs on both legs.
Stepping back, waiting for Boyd to recover, she picked up her
glass of juice and sipped it, patiently waiting for Boyd's eyes
to focus.
As his breathing wound down, Boyd was surprised to see he was
facing away from the wall. As he took in his surroundings he was
again struck by the ripeness of the naked woman before him. His
blood-constricted cock throbbed in reminder of the predicament he
was in, and yet, some primal portion of his reptilian hind-brain
was clearly aroused by the woman, and the prospects of what might
lie ahead.
"Shall we continue our game?" Naomi asked. "Good. My next
question to you is, what kinds of sex have you had with your
wife? Does she blow you? Does she make you go down on her? Have
you ever fucked her in the ass? Be specific now, you know the
consequences."
Drawing in a deep breath, Boyd knew he would tell this woman
anything she asked. "The few times we have had sex while we've
been married has been just plain old intercourse, in the
missionary position. I have tried to kiss her between her legs,
but she thinks that's nasty.' She has never put me in her mouth.
Penetrating her from behind, in any opening is completely out of
the question. There, are you satisfied?" he said with a trace of
defiance in his voice.
"Temper, temper," Naomi said, holding up the remote. "If you
think this is the worst it can get you're sadly mistaken."
Dropping his head in submission, Boyd quickly said, "Yes
Mistress. I'm sorry."
"Much better. Now getting back to your daughter. Has she ever
expressed any sexual interest in you before the three of you
decided to 'frolic' in the pool?"
"I wasn't sure before. Sometimes when I'm reading or working in
front of the computer she jumps on my lap and squirms around. I
suppose she might be doing that to arouse me."
Grinning, Naomi asked, "And does that get your dick hard?"
Barely whispering, eyes downcast in shame, Boyd replied, "Yes."
"And could she tell?" Naomi prompted.
Pausing a moment, he answered, "She must have. It almost seemed
that when I got hard she would wiggle even more. I would have to
pick her up off of me and shoo her away."
"And then what? Would you go and jack off, thinking about your
own daughter, and what you'd like to do to her?" Naomi said,
moving up to stroke Boyd's pulsating erection.
"Yes..."
Dropping to her knees, she swiped at the head of his cock. "And
did you imagine her doing this?" she said, plunging her mouth
down over his engorged member, scrubbing the area underneath the
head with her tongue, where the skin drew together.
Groaning in pleasure, and humiliation, Boyd could barely get out
the tortured, "Yes. Yes I did."
Popping him from her mouth, Naomi stood up, continuing the stroke
him gently with her hand, the other reaching up to stroke his
face.
"Do you wish it was her here right now? Holding you captive, able
to do with you what she may?"
Shaking his head from side to side, his eyes squinted shut
against the thought, Boyd let out an explosive breath, his eyes
opening as wide as his lids would allow.
"Yes, God dammit. Yes, yes, yes! I wish it was her mouth sucking
me. I wish she would take me! Take me in a way that I can't
resist. I want to come in every hole in her body! I want her to
make me do it, over and over again. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, YOU
BITCH!!" he shouted.
"Good, good..." she purred, "Now we're getting somewhere. Perhaps
you'd like to have me call her and tell her to get her little
friend and come on over. How hard is it going to be for me to
find your home phone number and speak directly to her?"
"NO! You can't! You wouldn't!" he said, maniacally pulling at
the chains. "I'LL KILL YOU!"
Calmly smiling at Boyd's bright red face, she held up the remote
and let him watch as she pressed the button.
6.
Pain ripped through Boyd's body like a flame through dry brush.
Naomi held the button down until he once more slumped in his
bonds. As he began to stir she unhooked his arms and pulled him
over to the large bed, laying him face up on the stiff mattress.
Quickly she secured his arms and legs to the four corners of
heavy wooden bedframe. Boyd's eyes followed Naomi's tight ass as
she walked from the room.
Naomi was really tempted to call Boyd's slutty little girl, not
so much for Boyd's pleasure but so Naomi could introduce the girl
to the joys of female flesh. It wouldn't be hard to convince the
girl that Dad's only hope was for her to give into Naomi's
demands for a little girl/girl tongue action. She thumbed through
the phone book looking for Boyd's name, sure enough it was listed
along with the number for his church. Punching in the number she
sat back on the couch, her free hand tracing circles around her
nipples.
"Hello?" came the young girl voice from the phone.
"Hi. Is this Heather?" she asked.
"Um, yeah. Who's this?" the girl responded.
"I'm a friend of your father. Is your sexy little friend Lynn
still there."
"My friend Lynn? What does she have to do with my father? And why
are you calling her sexy? That's wrong." Heather replied.
"Weren't you three playing a naughty little game in the pool
earlier?" Naomi asked.
"Who are you? Is this some kind of sick joke?" Heather demanded.
"Is your Mom there? I think she might be interested in hearing
about the way you and Lynn teased your Dad in the pool earlier."
Naomi said, "I think you know what I'm talking about."
"Look lady I don't know who you are or what you think we did but
it's none of your business." Heather sounded defensive.
"You never know I could be from Child Protective Services. How
would you and Lynn like to go to Juvenile Hall for trying to
seduce an older man?" she said.
"Ugh, you're not from CPS or you wouldn't have started off by
calling Lynn sexy." Heather replied, "Now who are you and what do
you want."
"Ok, Miss Smartypants, what I want is for you and Lynn to come
over to my house and fuck your Dad, just like you wanted."
"Fuck my Dad? You're nuts, I don't want to fuck my Dad and
neither does Lynn. Your sick and I'm calling the police." Heather
yelled, slamming the phone down before Naomi could respond.
Naomi carried the phone with her as she headed back to the game
room. She stopped off in the kitchen for another beer, the buzz
from the beer and pill earlier making her feel mellow.
Boyd could see the phone in her hand as she entered the room. The
look on Naomi's face was not one of peace, rather hostility
toward Boyd.
"I just had a nice chat with Heather. She seemed quite perturbed
that a stranger should know about your little fun in the pool.
She even denied it and threatened to call the police."
"You bitch. I can't believe you actually called." Boyd replied,
hyperventilating. "She's just a kid, you had no right to do
that."
"She denied everything. So who lied to me Boyd? Did you fib about
the pool party with Lynn and Heather? Or is Heather trying deny
it happened?" Naomi asked, picking up the riding crop and
swishing it through the air, "Gloves are off now Boyd. No more
lies. Tell me the truth."
Naomi struck his cock with the tip of the crop, eliciting a
scream from the captive man. She had barely brought her arm back
for a second swing at Boyd's unprotected genitals when the phone
rang, disrupting her aim. She gave Boyd a look then traded the
crop for the phone. Looking at the caller ID displayed she smiled
at him then answered the phone.
"Hello." she said sweetly.
"Look lady, I don't know who you are, or why you said what you
said. Just what do you want? I don't want you to tell anyone
what you said, so why are you callin' me?"
"My, my, is this Heather?" Naomi asked.
"You know it is," came the sullen answer. "Why are you saying
those hateful things. They're not true. And even if they were,
they're none of your business! Who told you?"
"Well Heather, who do you think told me? Do you think your friend
Lynn spilled the beans? Or maybe I was watching the three of you
in the pool. Did you ever think about that?"
"Look, I don't know how you know. It's not going to ever happen
again. Me and Lynn agreed," Heather began.
"I don't care whether you and your little friend fuck the whole
football team," Naomi said, satisfied to hear the startled gasp
on the other end of the phone. "That's not why I called."
"Then what do you want, Lady?"
"I want you to get your friend and come to my house, I have a big
surprise for you. Besides, you wouldn't want me to make a call to
the authorities do you? What do you think will happen to your
father if I told?"
Instantly suspicious, Heather didn't immediately reply.
"I'm not going to hurt you or tell on the two of you, but once
you get here I'm sure you'll be happy you did," Naomi continued.
At these words Boyd began to shout, "DON'T..."
Naomi dropped the phone and scrambled for the remote she'd left
on the table when she'd secured Boyd to the bed. Triggering the
flow of electricity through Boyd's body, and holding the button
down as she retrieved the phone, Naomi watched as the corded
muscles in his neck tightened, almost steel-like as his body
arched off the bed.
Releasing the button, Naomi said into the phone, "Sorry about
that, I had a bug to squash. Now where were we? Oh yes. I want
you and your friend to come to my house. It's several hours
before dark so you should be able to get away for a while."
"I don't know. This is a little too weird. I mean, I don't even
know who you are? What if Lynn can't get away? Are you still
going to tell?" Heather asked.
"Maybe. Why don't you give her a call." Naomi could tell that
Heather's curiosity was beginning to work on the young teen along
with the fear of the threat Naomi presented her with.
"Look little girl. I'm inviting you to my house, you'll know
where I live. If anything funny happens you can tell the police
or your parents exactly where I live."
Casting an eye at her captive on the bed, Naomi saw his breathing
had almost returned to normal. On closer inspection she could see
a single tear trailing down the side of Boyd's face making it's
way to his ear. Laying the remote on the bed next to Boyd's legs,
Naomi began to slowly stroke his semi-hard cock.
"Tell you what. If you and your friend Lynn are good, I'll even
feed you," she said, and then engulfed Boyd's cock for a quick,
deep suck.
"I don't know. This is too creepy." Heather was beginning to
waver.
Pulling her mouth off of the girl's father's cock, Naomi said
into the phone, "If you and your friend aren't here in a hour, my
next call is to the police. I guarantee your father will be
picked up as a pedophile, and his job at the church will be over.
Your family will be ruined."
"Don't do that. I'll call Lynn, we'll come over. Just don't get
my daddy in trouble. Besides, it wasn't his fault." Naomi could
hear a sniff over the phone.
"Good. Find a cab, and when you get here the money for the cab
will be in the mailbox."
"OK lady," Heather surrendered.
Giving Heather her address, Naomi watched Boyd's reaction out of
the corner of her eye, ready for any outburst from her captive.
Exacting, once again, the promise of compliance from the teen,
reminding her of the consequences for non-compliance, Naomi hung
up.
"Why? Why must you have to involve her? Haven't you had enough
sick fun torturing me? Why do you insist in this madness?" Boyd
asked. "Does your sickness know any boundaries?"
"Gee Boyd, you fondle two underaged girls, one of which is your
own daughter, then you head out to a public park to check out
some more little girls and you ask me about my boundaries?"
Naomi laughed, throwing her head back in utter delight. "If that
isn't the best example of situational ethics I've heard in a
long, long time I don't know what is. The pot calling the kettle
black, now don't that beat all."
Boyd looked chagrined, and with his cock unable to go down with
the tight strap preventing him from having an easy orgasm, or
going soft, he didn't know whether to shit or go blind. Naomi's
oral attention only served to re-awaken the sensation of pleasure
in an almost painful extent.
Flicking the swollen head of Boyd's dick, Naomi said, "I'm going
to fix myself something to eat and wait for your daughter's
arrival. Don't go anywhere now."
Getting up and leaving Boyd alone in her playroom Naomi
considered bring something to eat back for her helpless guest,
but decided that he only deserved a drink of water at best.
Boyd watched Naomi's receding ass as she left the room, pulling
the door shut behind her. His dread began to grow as he realized
he'd be, in some way, confronted by the presence of his own
little girl. No way did he want her to see him like this. He
began to twist his bonds, trying to find some way, some weakness
that would allow him to free himself. Lifting his head, looking
down toward his legs, Boyd's heart sank. The remote was gone.
With that infernal device in hand, Naomi still had a pretty
powerful hole card.
He trembled as he relived the helplessness of his body under the
electrical stimulation. Clenching and unclenching his anal
muscles he couldn't move the small balls up his ass at all.
Desperation drove him as he looked for anything within reach that
might help him. His frantic examination around the room brought
one of the video cameras to his attention. The bottom of his
stomach dropped as he realized that this woman probably had
recorded the entire sequence of events of the afternoon.
Boyd was nearly without hope. His only salvation was the hope
that Heather would somehow either convince that sick woman to
release him, or set him free. In despair, he finally began to
relax, husbanding his strength. Laying there, not able to move
much at all, his erection painfully erect, Boyd began to
fantasize about just what he would do to this woman if the
circumstances were reversed. His visualizations were extreme, and
incredibly vivid.
While he planned in exquisite detail, the retribution he would
visit on her should he get the chance time passed unnoticed. All
of a sudden the door to the room opened and Naomi walked in,
dressed in a short robe.
Pulling his head up, she held a glass of water to his lips.
Seeing his hesitation she said, "There's nothing wrong with this
water." Seeing the distrust in his eyes she brought it to her own
lips and downed a huge gulp, the sound of her swallowing loud in
the quiet room.
Holding it once again to his lips, she watched as he downed the
entire glass at once. Pulling his lips away from the glass, Boyd
gasped, getting his breath back.
"There, that wasn't so bad now was it? I was going to ask you if
you had to pee, but with that thing 'helping' keep your cock
interested you'd be hard-pressed to get anything through there."
Getting to her feet, Naomi leaned over and gave his cock a few
seconds of strong sucking before letting it out of her mouth with
a "pop."
Grasping something hanging around her neck on a chain, Boyd's
heart dropped yet again as he saw that damned remote hanging like
some sort of jewelry, or pendent.
"Remember, this will never be out of reach." picking up the
glass, she left the room, this time leaving the door open.
Despair returned anew. That despair fueled a whole new set of
fantasies, some darker that others, Boyd again losing himself in
his thoughts.
He had withdrawn from his surroundings. All of a sudden he was
jolted from his vengeful musings by the sound of a doorbell heard
through the open door. His heart began to beat like a triphammer,
faster than if he had run a four minute mile.
He broke out in a fresh sweat when he heard Naomi say, "Why
aren't you two just darling! Come on in, I've been waiting for
you."
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