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Megan and the Duffle Bag - Part FourB of Five (mrdfw@hotmail.com) (f
solo, Ff, F+f, BDSM, torture, ws, femdom)



The following material is for adults only.  It depicts acts of lesbian
and hetero sex and bestiality to include bondage, torture, watersports,
and group sex.  If you are forbidden to read or obtain this type of
material because of either content or your age please discontinue now.
It is a work of adult sexual fantasy.  It's not meant to depict
anyone real either alive or dead.

Now that that's out of the way.  As I said this is a work of sexual
fantasy.  I put everything raunchy I could think of in this story.  I
like hearing from people who enjoyed the writing.  Please drop me a
line at mrdfw@hotmail.com if you enjoyed the story.



Megan and the Duffle Bag - Part FourB of Five (mrdfw@hotmail.com) (f
solo, Ff, F+f, BDSM, torture, ws, femdom)

Megan and Sabrina returned to their hotel and slept for six hours
before they had to rise and prepare for the conference.  The showered
together.  Megan had a slight hangover from the night before but a
couple of aspirin had her as good as new within an hour.  They went to
the conference where they met Margaret.  Megan sat with Margaret as
Sabrina gave her presentation.  After the conference thirty or so
people went to Margaret's home for a party commemorating the
conference.  As the crowd started filtering out in the evening Margaret
invited Sabrina and Megan to stay after the guests left to continue
where they had left off the night before.  Sabrina begged off because
she wanted to meet a contact she had met at the conference but said
Megan could stay and she would pick her up early the next morning.
Megan was a little intimidated by the older woman at first but she
relaxed as Margaret showed her around the large house.  When they got
to the bedroom Margaret invited the girl to sit on a couch in a small
sitting area in the huge room.  Margaret reached under the couch and
drew out a tray.  It contained several joints already rolled.

"Do you smoke?" Margaret asked the girl.

"Um.  Is that marijuana?" Megan asked.

"Yes.  I take it you've never tried it," she asked the girl
lighting the joint.

"Uhh.  No," Megan said.

Margaret handed the joint to the girl.  "Here try it."  Megan took
the joint and awkwardly drew on the cigarette but was obviously not
inhaling the smoke into her lungs.  She tried to hand the joint back to
Margaret.  "You're not inhaling.  Try again.  First exhale all of
the air from your lungs, then inhale only through the joint," she
instructed Megan.  Megan exhaled loudly following Margaret's
instructions.  She put the joint to her lips and drew in strongly.  The
smoke hit her lungs and expanded causing Megan to cough violently.
Margaret laughed.  "I think you got it that time," she said taking
the joint from Megan.  She took another hit off of the joint then
handed it back to Megan who was just now recovering from her first hit.
 "Don't inhale as much this time," she told Megan.  Megan drew on
the joint again.  She still coughed but not as violently as the first
time.  They smoked about half the joint and Margaret put it out.  Megan
could feel the effects of the marijuana.  Margaret pulled the girl up
from the couch and drew their bodies together.  Megan was about to make
love to a woman older than her own mother.  Admittedly she was in
incredible physical condition for a woman of her age but regardless -
she was 3 years older than Megan's mom.  Margaret pressed her lips to
Megan's and slipped her tongue between Megan's parted lips.  The
young girl moaned as the woman's tongue played passionately over her
own.  As they kissed Margaret unbuttoned the back of Megan's dress.
She desperately wanted to see the young nymphet naked again.  She
pulled away from the girl to let the sundress slip off of Megan's
shoulders.  Megan stood before Margaret in heels and a sexy lace bra
and panty set with garters and nylons Sabrina had bought for her just
the day before.  She blushed as Margaret complimented her, "You are
incredibly beautiful, child.  Wait here.  I'll be right back,"
Margaret said.  Margaret returned in a few minutes with a camera.
"You don't mind if I take a few pictures do you?" she asked the
young girl.

"Um.  OK.  I guess.  You won't show them to anyone will you?"
Megan asked.

"Of course I will dear.  What's the point of taking them if I
wasn't going to show anyone?  Go lie on the bed," Margaret said
dismissing the girl's concerns.  Megan hesitated and considered
protesting but then submissively resigned herself to the photo session.
 She sat on the bed and Margaret started shooting pictures.  "Lay
back," she instructed the young girl.  "Think of how horny you were
last night when all of those women were using you for a toilet," she
coached Megan.  Megan let her mind drift to the previous night at the
strip club and then at the bondage club.  She found her self relaxing a
bit.  Margaret moved around the bed snapping pictures of the young
girl.  Megan found herself getting a little excited.  "Tell me what
you did at the warehouse last night," Margaret told the girl.

"I got tied up and peed on... a lot," Megan said.

"Did you like it?" Margaret asked.

"Mmm.  Yes.  It was very nasty," Megan said.  Her eyes were closed
and she was drifting dreamily in the memories of last night.  She was
unconsciously squeezing her thighs together.

"You're a little piss slut aren't you, Megan?" Margaret taunted
the girl.

"Mmm hmmm," Megan answered.

"Tell me what you are Megan," Margaret prompted.

"I'm... I'm a... a little piss slut," Megan whispered lustily.
Saying the words sent a shiver through Megan.  She put a hand on her
flat stomach and started idly caressing herself.

"You're a little whore who was getting pissed and spit on,"
Margaret prompted the girl again.

"Mmm.  Yes.  I'm a piss whore and a slut," Megan replied.  "I
was so nasty doing those things," she said.  One hand was now
fondling her breasts and the other was rubbing the front of her
panties.  She unconsciously was taking the initiative as Margaret had
hoped and began to masturbate and talk about herself in a degrading
manner.  "I deserved to be spit on for being such a nasty slut,"
Megan said.  "My nipples and clit still hurt from the clamps but they
didn't stop me from cumming like a little slut," Megan continued.
"I want to keep doing nastier things.  I like being used hard.  I
want to be gangbanged and pissed on by a bunch of men.  I love having
my picture taken when I'm being nasty," Megan said opening her eyes
and looking at the camera.  "I feel like such a slut," she said
starting to vamp for the camera.  She put her hand into her panties and
started to masturbate then pushed the panties down and off.  The pulled
the bra cups aside exposing her nipples and continued to finger fuck
herself.  "I feel so nasty with you taking pictures of me," Megan
said pulling on her nipples.

Margaret went to the nightstand and pulled two fat dildos out of the
drawer and a bottle of lube.  "Here.  Use these now," she told
Megan.  Megan took the fatter and longer of the two and immediately
pressed the head to her dripping twat.  She firmly pushed the cock into
her fuck channel until it bottomed out in her womb arching her back off
of the bed to meet the tool.  She eased her ass back to the bed then
took the second dildo and applied the lube oil to it.  She jacked off
the fake cock spreading the oil over the length of the tool.  She put
the oily head to her asshole.  Biting her lower lip she pushed the head
past her sphincter into her ass channel.

"Unghh.  Fuck that hurts," she said pausing as the pain of the anal
rape caused tears to well up in her eyes.  She didn't move to pull
the fat dildo out of her ass though, but seemed to be pausing to savor
the pain.  After growing used to the thickness in her shit channel she
eased the fat cock further up her ass.  Finally it too bottomed out in
her ass.  She then began to fuck herself with the two tools while
Margaret took pictures.  The orgasm came quickly and shook the girl.
She thrust her hips up to meet the penetrating rubber monsters and
finally fell back as the cum subsided.  Margaret put the camera down
and climbed into bed with the young girl.

"Eat my pussy you nasty little slut," Margaret ordered as she
straddled Megan's face facing her feet.  Megan began to tongue the
woman's juicing hole.  Margaret took the dildo in Megan's twat and
started to work on the girl's fuck hole with it.  As she felt herself
approaching an orgasm Margaret shifted her body so that her ass was
over Megan's mouth.  Megan hungrily stabbed her tongue into the
woman's crinkled shit hole.  "Eat my asshole you little bitch,"
she commanded as Megan tongued her.  She reached back and rubbed her
clit and causing the cum to sweep over her.  She spasmed violently and
pushed her ass onto Megan's face.  Megan struggled weakly to breath
as the older woman pushed her whole weight on her face.  As the orgasm
subsided Margaret rolled off of the panting girl.  She turned to face
the young woman and kissed her tasting her own ass on the young
girl's lips.  "You are fantastic," she said breaking the kiss.
The two women continued to make love late into the night, falling
asleep in each others arms exhausted.

Sabrina arrived in the morning to pick Megan up.  She had already
packed and checked out of the hotel.  "We have one last stop before
we head home," Sabrina informed Megan.  The two drove into a
commercial neighborhood and stopped before a nondescript building.
They got out and walked to a side door.  A small plaque by the door
said "Specialized Furniture, Custom Leather, Accessories.  By
appointment only."  Sabrina rang the door bell and the two young
women waited.

"This is the company that furnishes the club," Sabrina told Megan
as they waited.

An attractive woman in her mid to late thirties opened the door, "Ah.
 Miss Campbell.  So good to see you again.  How have you been
Sabrina?"  She hugged Sabrina and kissed her cheek.  Annette had a
degree in mechanical engineering.  She combined her engineering talent
and her fetish lifestyle into a very lucrative business devising sex
furniture and various mechanical instruments for the bondage industry.


"Just fine.  How have you been, Annette?"

"Very well.  Business has been great and we're almost ready to go
online with our website," Annette answered.

Annette offered her hand to Megan.  The two shook hands and introduced
themselves.  Annette looked Megan up and down appraisingly.  She was
quite familiar with the type of relationships Sabrina had with other
young women.

"So.  Tell me about you're project," Annette said to Sabrina.

"I'll have a section of a barn framed and turn it into a play room
and I want to get a few things ordered now.  Also, I'd like you to
take Megan's measurements for any specialized gear we may need,"
Sabrina answered.

"Well, let's take the measurements first," Annette offered.  She
was led the woman down a hall and into a fitting room for leather
apparel.  There were pieces of raw leather, and partial and complete
garments hanging from hooks on the wall.  Mannequins modeled other
pieces.  Along one wall were whips, leather straps, and leather cuffs
and collars.  A young oriental girl looked up from her work briefly and
then went back to work.

"Kim can you come help us?  We need to take Meagan's
measurements," Annette asked the oriental girl.

"Yes, Miss Ann," the girl answered in heavily accented English.
She rose from her work bench and searched about the cluttered work area
for a tape measure, a pad, and pencil and joined the other women.  She
wore skin tight "Daisy Dukes," tennis shoes, and a tank top.

Annette looked at Sabrina.  An unspoken question passed between the two
friends.  Sabrina gave Annette a barely perceptible nod.  Annette took
this as a sign to take over the situation and have a little fun with
Megan.  "You'll need to take off your dress to get accurate
measurements," she told Megan.

Megan seemed to look to for Sabrina guidance.  "Go ahead," Sabrina
said.  Megan didn't have a chance to change so she wore her sundress
from the day before including the lacy lingerie, garter, and stockings.
 She reached behind herself and began to undo the buttons but Kim
stepped to her and helped.  She delicately eased the dress off of
Megan's shoulders and bent to hold it as Megan stepped out of it.
Megan held the girl's shoulder for balance as she stepped from the
dress.  The girl folded the sundress and put it on a counter.  She then
returned to Megan.  Megan felt vaguely uncomfortable standing in her
lingerie while the other women were all dressed.  Kim returned, stepped
in front of Megan and began taking the girl's measurements.  Megan
looked at the delicate beautiful girl.  Only her hands toughened by the
leather work betrayed her strength.  She worked from Megan's neck
down first putting the tape around Megan's throat.  With each
measurement she turned and wrote on the pad that showed a human figure
with arms outstretched and legs parted slightly.  The girl stepped
behind Megan and put the tape measure across the width of Megan's
shoulders.

Kim stepped in front of Megan and put her hands to the inside of
Megan's arms and pushed up instructing, "Please.  Arms up."
Megan extended her arms straight out.  Kim measured the length of her
arms.  She stepped close to Megan barely pressing her body to the
girl's and then passed the tape measure around Megan's chest.
Megan started to drop her arms but Kim instructed, "No please.  Arms
out."  Kim measured Megan's bust then her rib cage just below her
breast.  Her waist size and hips followed next.  The girl then squatted
before Megan.  She tapped the inside of Megan's ankle.  "Spread a
little please," she instructed.  Megan opened her legs slightly.  Kim
put on end of the tape at Megan's ankle and drew it up the girl's
leg to her crotch.  Her hand pressed against Megan's panty clad puss.
 Megan flinched.  The girl looked up and smiled at Megan.  She seemed
to linger overlong reading the tape.  She finished and rose.

"Kim.  Do we have anything that will fit her?" Annette asked.

"Yes Miss Ann.  I think so," Kim answered.  She walked to one of
the clothing racks and began pulling some of the leather outfits from
hooks.

Annette stepped to Megan's side.  Brushing her hair from her face
Annette said, "You're quite beautiful dear."  She put a hand on
the small of Megan's back.  Kim rolled a small cart to where the
women stood.  She pulled a chair over and motioned for Megan to sit.
She bent to Megan's feet and removed her heels.  She stood and took
Megan's hand and pulled her from the chair.  She got a short leather
skirt from the cart and squatting at Megan's feet held the dress open
for Megan to step into.  Kim pulled the tight skirt up Megan's legs
to her hips.  Kim rose and took the waist and pulled the skirt over
Megan's hips and ass.  Megan was acutely aware of the oriental
girl's body brushing against her own.  "Turn around," Annette
instructed after Kim zipped the skirt.  "It fits nice," Annette
said.  Megan personally thought it was way too tight.  "But the
garter and panty lines won't do.  They'll have to come off,"
Annette instructed.  Kim stepped to Megan and unzipped the skirt and
pushed it down her hips to the floor.  From her position squatting
before Megan she unhooked the garter then pulled Megan's panties down
and tossed the garments on the cart.  Her face was positioned inches
from Megan's puss.  Megan wasn't sure put she thought she heard the
girl inhale sharply when she exposed Megan's hairless snatch.

"Sit, OK?" Kim asked Megan gently guiding the girl to the chair.
Kim removed Megan's stockings.  Megan watched the girl's face and
could see that she was staring at her puss.  She could feel herself
becoming aroused.  Kim's touches didn't seem businesslike anymore.
Every brush of Kim's body or hands sent a small shiver rippling
though Megan.  Kim turned and retrieved the skirt from her kneeling
position.  Megan rose facing the girl her puss inches from Kim's
face.  Megan enjoyed the girl's touch and wanted to initiate more
contact.  As she stepped into the skirt this time she put her hand on
Kim's shoulder for balance.  When Kim pulled the skirt up Megan's
legs and stood to get it over Megan's hips her body again brushed
Megan's.  She pressed her body to Megan's to reach behind her and
pull the skirt up over her ass.  Megan arched her body a little to
increase the contact with the beautiful oriental girl.  Megan watched
the girl's face and thought she detected a slight smile and a twinkle
in her dark eyes.  Kim got the skirt on the girl and zipped her up.

"Turn," Annette ordered.  "Mmm.  Much better," Annette
commented.  "Don't you think, Kim?" Annette asked.

"Yes, Miss Ann," Kim answered.

"Let's try the bustier," Annette said.  Kim stepped behind Megan
and began unsnapped her bra then pulled it off her shoulders and
pitched it onto the cart.  She took a leather bustier and loosened the
laces.

"Kim was kind enough to do the modeling for the website," Annette
explained to Sabrina.  "We'll get a few more models for variety
when the site is up and running," she explained further.

"Maybe you'd like to model for us in a couple of weeks Megan,"
Annette said addressing Megan.

"Hm?" Megan asked.  She was paying attention to Kim and imagining
the petite oriental girl modeling the leather outfits.

"Would you like to do some modeling for us later?  I can pay you in
cash or in some of our wares," Annette asked.

"Umm.  I don't know," Megan said.  The thought of being on a
website excited her but she still had reservations about being exposed
publicly.

"I'll send you some CDs with some jpgs and film clips.  You can
look them over and see if she'll work out," Sabrina interceded.
Megan worried a little.  Sabrina and Margaret already had pictures of
her.  Now Annette would get them too.  The thought excited her also.
People were going to see her doing nasty things.

Kim stepped to Megan with the bustier.  "Put your arms in," she
instructed the girl holding the bustier open.  Megan put her arms in
the leather garment and lifted her arms over her head.  Kim helped her
pull the bustier down over her head.  Kim tugged at it positioning it
on Megan's body correctly.  It lifted her small breasts giving her a
bit of cleavage but left her midriff bare.  It also exposed a small
line of naked flesh between her breasts where the outfit laced
together.  Kim began pulling the laces tighter.  She finished fitting
the garment on Megan than stepped away for the other women.

"Very nice.  Come over here and look in the mirror, Megan," Annette
instructed drawing her by her arm.

The girl was amazed at the transformation.  "God," she said looking
at her reflection.

Annette saw an opportunity to get Kim unclothed, "The bustier works
with jean shorts too."

She turned to Kim, "Megan's about your size isn't she?"

"Yes.  Miss Ann," Kim answered.

"Let her try your shorts," Annette said.  Kim peeled the tight
shorts off revealing her lack of panties.  Megan's eyes were drawn to
the girl's clean shaven pussy and pierced clit hood.  Kim saw Megan
eyeing her pussy.  She stepped to Megan with shorts in hand smiling
shyly.  Megan blushed and looked down embarrassed.  Kim stood beside
Megan in her tennis shoes and tank top.  She unzipped Megan's skirt
then slipped it down.  She held her own shorts for Megan to step into
then pulled them up Megan's legs.  The jeans shorts that fit
extremely tight on Kim couldn't be snapped shut when Megan wore them
so Kim turned the waist down at the snap exposing more of Megan's
stomach.  Kim put her hand on Megan's belly and caressed her tummy.
Megan melted.

"Mmmm," Megan moaned.

"They look better on you," Kim said smiling at the young girl.

"Not better than you without them on," Megan said giggling.

"Let's try the leather shorts now," Annette said.  Kim pulled the
shorts off of Megan.  Without putting them back on she got a pair of
leather shorts that laced in the front similar to the shorts Sabrina
wore to the Warehouse.  Kim helped Megan put them on.  With the leather
bustier and leather shorts Megan was stunning.  "You look stunning
child.  We definitely have to have you model some of our products,"
Annette said.  "When can you come back up to "the City?"  I'll
arrange a photographer and videographer," Annette said.

"Um.  I don't know.  Um.  Maybe in a few weeks," Megan said.  She
didn't want to disappoint the woman.  She was flattered by the offer
but was also a little overwhelmed.  The whole weekend moved so fast.
She realized she had done some things that could possibly come back to
haunt her but was starting approaching the point where she didn't
care.

"One little accessory to complete the outfit," she said walking to
the wall and removing a collar.  She walked back and handed the collar
to Kim.  Kim approached the Megan and put the collar around her throat.

"OK.  Let's go over to the warehouse now," Annette said.
"Would you like to join us Kim?  Maybe you can demonstrate some of
our toys," Annette asked the girl.

"Yes Miss Anne," Kim answered shyly.  Besides being an accomplished
leather worker Kim was also the demonstration model for the sex
furniture and other devices manufactured in the building.  She spent
many hours every week tied up or impaled and sometimes tied up and
impaled on the contraptions Annette devised.

Manufacturing was divided into five departments: leather, which they
just left; metals; woods; plastics and rubber; mechanical and electric;
and jewelry.  They started the tour in the metals room.

Annette showed the Megan and Sabrina the components of the torture
stations they had seen two days earlier at the bondage club.  "I got
the idea for these from watching some workmen putting up some
scaffolding.  Why not have racks that you could snap together and
customize?" she explained.  "Over here are all of the metal
manacles, collars, and spreader bars" Annette said guiding the group
to large work bench and shelves full of restraints.  "Some of these
are quite heavy," she said pulling a large metal collar with an
attachment that went down the back or front of the body with manacles.
"These aren't plated and have a crude look.  Some people like that
look.  We offer everything chrome plated too.  The spreader bars come
in a lot of different configurations:  fixed or adjustable and with any
number of eyeholes.  Here's a sturdy adjustable one," Annette
explained lifting one of the rods.  "These extensions telescope out
so it can be between three and five feet," Annette said demonstrating
by extending the rods to its full length.  She put the rod back on the
shelf.  "Let's go next door."

They entered the next room - the wood shop.  "I love working
here," Annette said.  "I've always favored natural materials -
wood and leather," Annette said breathing in deeply.  The room was
filled with wooden bondage furniture: racks, yokes, saw horses, stocks,
wooden frames, crosses, benches, and chairs with attachments for
dildos.  There were also several wooden paddles hanging from one wall.
Megan's eyes were drawn to one of the pieces of furniture.  The base
was a three by three piece of wood to give the thing balance.  A
vertical pole the size of a landscaping timber rose out of the base
with struts mounted to the base for support.  A hole was drilled into
the top of the timber.  This allowed interchangeable seats to be
mounted into the top of the timber.  A shaft in the base of the seat
fitted into the hole in the timber and pins were inserted through the
timber and shaft to secure the seat.  They worked much like bicycle
seats.  The seat currently mounted on the stand consisted of two boards
joined at a sharp angle so that they seemed to form an arrow head
pointing skyward.  The boards were about a foot long and Megan knew
they were supposed to be a very uncomfortable seat.  Another board was
mounted horizontally on the timber three feet below the seat.  The
board had had eyelets at each end so the ankle straps could be
attached.  The total effect would be similar to the sawhorse but the
bound woman would be considerable higher off of the ground, her legs
would be spread painfully, and her sex would support her entire weight.
 Annette saw that the stand had caught Megan's eye and she
nonchalantly guided the three women in that direction.  "This stand
is very nice.  A small leather cushion is usually mounted on the top.
You could of course use it without the cushion but that would be quite
painful," Annette lectured.  "Don't you think Megan?" Annette
asked.  Megan didn't hear the woman's question.  She was pensively
looking at the stand.  A flush came over her as she imagined herself
tied to the device with the wood pressed brutally into her pussy.  The
images she conjured in her mind weren't altogether unpleasant to her.
 "What do you think dear?" Annette reiterated.

Megan snapped out of her reverie but hadn't heard the question.
"Um.  I'm sorry I didn't hear you," Megan answered.

"I asked if you thought it would be too painful with the seat
that's mounted on it now," Annette asked.

"Um.  I... don't know.  I could... I mean someone could probably
handle it for a little while," Megan stammered blushing.

"Would you like to try it, Megan?" Annette asked the embarrassed
girl.

"Umm.  I... I guess," Megan answered.

"Kim, could you fetch some cuffs for Megan's ankles and wrists
please," Annette asked the oriental girl.

"Yes, Miss Ann," the girl answered.

"Here let me put the padded seat on first," Annette asked the girl.
 She wanted to put the girl in the embarrassing situation of having to
ask for the more painful seat.

"Umm.  You... you don't have to... change it," Megan said a
little embarrassed.

"It's really no problem dear.  It'll just take a second and
besides this one will be really painful," Annette continued.

"Umm.  Please.  Please can I use that one, Miss Ann" Megan said
almost in a whisper - picking up Kim's subservient way of addressing
Annette.

"Well.  If you insist.  So you want to use the one that is going to
be more painful?" Annette said forcing the girl to clarify.

"Yes, please... Miss Ann," Megan said blushing.

Annette walked to a bench and brought back another seat with an even
more acute angle than the one already mounted on the stand.  "Would
you like to use this one instead?" she said showing the sharp angle
to Megan.

Megan felt the edge and imagined the pain it would inflict on the
tender flesh of her puss.  "Yesss," she heard herself whisper.

"Strip and I'll mount the seat," Annette ordered.  Megan began
loosening the lace of the bustier and pulled it over her head.  She
removed the leather shorts too.  By the time she finished Annette had
changed the seat and Kim had returned with the cuffs and some leather
cords.  Megan turned when she finished and Kim knelt before her to put
the cuffs on her ankles.  It seemed to take an eternity.  The
anticipation of climbing on the device filled her with anxiety.  She
was shivered inside at the prospect of riding the stand.  Kim finished
buckling the ankle straps then rose and put the wrist straps on Megan.
She secured Megan's wrists together with a piece of cord.  She guided
Megan to the stand then brought over a step ladder.  "Climb onto the
cross bar," Annette instructed.  Megan climbed the ladder then
stepped over to the stand's horizontal bar positioning her tender
puss inches over the pointed junction of the seat.  Kim climbed up the
ladder behind her.

"Hands behind head," Kim instructed the girl.  Megan obeyed.  Kim
tied Megan's wrists to a metal ring on the back of the collar she
wore.  Kim then climbed down from the later.  "OK.  Sit down now,"
Kim instructed Megan.  Megan slowly bent her knees and lowered her sex
onto the pointed edge.

"Unghh," she said as she slowly applied weight to her pussy.  Kim
let her take her time but Megan was reluctant to put all of her weight
down on the sharp joint.  Finally Kim took one of Megan's ankles and
pulled it toward the end of the horizontal board so that the ankle cuff
could be attached to the eyelet.  "Unghh.  Fuck," Megan groaned as
the pressure on her twat increased.  Kim secured the one ankle and
turned her attention to the second.  She pulled Megan's ankle out
from under her body putting Megan's entire weight down on the sharp
edge of the seat.  "Oh.  Fuck.  It hurts.  God damn," Megan cussed.
 Kim pulled the girl's leg out and secured the ankle cuff to the eye
hook.  Megan was almost doing the splits.  The tendons in Megan's
inner thighs hurt from being stretched so wide.  Her wrists were tied
tight and secured to the back of the collar she wore.  And her entire
body weight was supported by her puss which was situated on the sharp
edge of two joined boards.

"When tied in this manner her whole torso is available for
whipping," Annette explained matter of factly.  "It's really
quite a vulnerable position to be in," she continued.

Megan was already beginning to emit low whining sounds from the ache in
her crotch.  "God what have I gotten myself into this time," she
thought to herself.  Sweat started to bead off of her forehead and
between her breasts.  Within minutes she was covered in a light sheen
of sweat.  After watching Megan for a couple of minutes Annette showed
Sabrina the rest of the wood department.

She showed Sabrina several wooden switches.  "They're thin and
break quite easily.  They're meant to be disposable, but they are
quite effective discipline tool.  Why don't we try these out on
Megan?"  The two women took a few of the switches over to where Megan
was bound.  She could see them approaching with the switches.

"Oh God," she whispered as they approached.  Sabrina stood to one
side and Annette to the other.  They both swung the switches through
the air causing a wicked whistling sound as they cut through the air.
"No... please...," Megan began to plead just as the first swing
targeting her firm belly impacted.  "Ungh," she groaned.  It was
followed immediately by another on her lower back.  The air was filled
with the whistle of the switches cutting through the air and Megan's
groans and screams.  Angry red welts began to appear on her tender
skin.  She was so completely exposed in the position she was in.  She
had no choice but to endure the beating.  Occasionally one of the
switches would break and be traded for a whole switch.  After the women
worked their way through all of the switches they stopped.  Megan was
crisscrossed by welts from the switches.  Tears streamed down her
cheeks.  Sweat covered her body and stung intensely where it touched
her wounds.  Megan tottered back and forth struggling to stay upright
on the stand.  Annette went to the girl and felt her puss.  The
girl's pussy was dripping wet.

"Did you enjoy your whipping Megan?" Annette asked the girl.

"Mmm," Megan moaned.

"You seem to be quite turned on my dear.  Did you get off on your
beating?" Annette asked the girl again.

"Oh God.  Yessss," she confessed whispering hoarsely.

"Take her down Kim," Annette ordered.  Kim returned with the ladder
and untied the girl's wrists from her collar first.  With her hands
released she tried to relieve some of the pressure on her crotch but
there was very little area on the seat for her to grip.  Annette stood
behind the girl and held her back up as Kim released both of her legs.
On stiff and shaky legs she raised herself off of the seat to stand on
the cross bar.  Kim came around and helped her step down.  They let the
girl rest for a bit then moved on to the rubber and plastics section.

"This is where we make all of the rubber dildos and butt plugs and
PVC clothing," Annette explained.  "We're just now starting to
make some inflatable dildos.  You insert them deflated and then pump
them up while they're in the orifice.  They're great for stretching
holes out," Annette explained.  She showed them some of the dildos
and clothing.  Megan was recovering quite nicely by the time they left
that department.

"This is my newest department and the most fun for me right now,"
Annette explained as she entered the machine and electric shop.
"These are the fucking machines," Annette explained sweeping her
arm to indicate a number of mechanical devices with dildos mounted on
them in one manner or another.  "They're better than a man... they
never get tired," she said laughing.  Annette and Kim were familiar
with the machines, but Sabrina and Megan weren't and they both went
to the machines and started examining them more closely.  "Over here
is the electric department.  These machines are basically for
delivering controlled electrical shocks to the recipient," Annette
explained.  "Kim do you want to show them how it works?" Annette
asked rhetorically.  She knew, after all, that Kim wouldn't say no.

"Yes, Miss Ann," Kim answered.  Kim removed her tank top to reveal
her nipples were also pierced.  She sat down on a padded chair that had
stirrups like a gynecological examination chair.  Annette strapped her
into the chair.  Annette took two alligator clips connected to a
control box with electrical wires and attached them to the rings on
Kim's nipples.  She then took a dildo, also attached to a control box
with wires, and inserted it into Kim's pussy and a third alligator
clip was attached directly onto the oriental girl's clit.

"Unghhh," Kim grunted as the clip was applied to her clit.

Annette placed what looked like a small rubber rod in Kim's mouth,
"This is so she doesn't break her teeth when I apply power.
Annette went to the controller for the dildo and flipped a switch on.
The machine started humming.  Annette then turned the control dial from
zero to one.  Kim started to slowly roll her hips.  Annette turned the
dial up another notch.  Kim's started to roll her hips a little more
quickly.  Annette manipulated the controls attached to the alligator
clips.  She turned the controller on and then the dial to three.

"Mmmm," could be heard through the gag as Kim reacted to the surge.
 Annette grabbed the controls for both devices and cranked them to
five.  Kim's response was immediate.  "Unghhh," she grunted.  She
began thrusting her hips as if trying to dislodge the electrical wand
in her twat.  She shook her head from side to side.  At first sweat
glistened from her body but then began streaming from every pore as she
tensed and shivered from the electrical pulse surging through her body.
 The flow of pussy juices leaking from the junction of her cunt flesh
and the electric wand betrayed her excitement.  Kim's eyes grew wide
as Annette reached for the controls again.  She turned the flow on the
wand in Kim's puss up to seven.  Kim arched her body off of the
surface of the chair so only the top of her head and the points where
her ankles and wrists were secured touched the chair.  She thrust her
hips violently into the air.  She came violently.  She was exhausted
but the electric flow continued to torment her and wouldn't allow
here to ease back to the chair.  Orgasm after orgasm pounded the
oriental girl.  She eventually fell to the chair twitching
occasionally.  Annette shut the power off to both units and all of the
tension left the girl as she lay exhausted.

"She can take the ten setting but she invariably wets herself,"
Annette explained.

After allowing Kim to recover the women went to the jewelry work shop.
The two subs were now naked except for the tennis shoes Kim wore.
"This is mostly jewelry for piercings but we have a few items such as
clamps that we make here also," Annette said.  A showcase displayed
various rings, studs, and nipple shields.  Megan was amazed at the
variety of jewelry designed just for pierced nipples.  She wondered how
many people walked around wearing the items without anyone noticing.
"Do you see something you like?" Sabrina asked Megan.

"I'm just surprised there's so much different stuff," Megan
answered.

"Kim can do piercings can't she?" Sabrina asked Annette.  Megan
looked up from the display wide eyed at the question.

"She does them all the time for clients that buy jewelry," Annette
answered.

"I think Megan wants her nipples pierced.  Don't you Megan?"
Sabrina asked.

"Um.  Yes, but I'm a little scared it will hurt," Megan said in a
quiet voice.

"Of course it hurts dear," Annette said.  "Isn't that why you
want to do it?"  Megan thought about her question and realized it was
true and her anxiety left her.

"Yes.  I guess," she answered.

"Besides usually when done properly it'll make you nipples far more
sensitive and fatter," Annette answered.  "Kim is quite good and
hasn't had anyone lose sensitivity since she's been doing
piercings.  Ask her.  Maybe she'll do yours right now," Annette
said.

Megan turned shyly to the beautiful oriental girl.  Kim smiled at
Megan.  Megan struggled to muster up the courage to ask.  "Um.  Could
you do my nipples for me Kim?" she finally stammered.

"Of course dear.  I would like to very much," she answered.
"Come.  Sit," Kim said indicating a couch.  Kim stepped to the
counter next to the couch and busied herself preparing for the
piercing.   She opened a sterilized bag containing a hollow needle and
two pairs of pliers.  "I clean first.  OK," Kim said looking into
Megan's eyes.  The girl nodded.  Kim swabbed Megan's erect nipples
with an antiseptic.  She grabbed the first nipple with the pliers and
tugged at Megan's nipple.

Megan watched with fascination as the needle came in touch with here
stretched flesh then pushed into the delicate tissue.  "Unghh," she
groaned biting her lower lip.  Only the smallest amount of blood
appeared as the needle pushed through the other side.  A lone tear
streamed down Megan's cheek.  Kim quickly grabbed the second nipple
and repeated the actions with a fresh needle.  She withdrew one of the
needles and pushed a small delicate ring through the hole.  She went to
the second nipple and replaced the needle there with a ring also.

"OK.  All done," Kim said admiring the young girl's freshly
pierced nipples.  She got a swab and wiped the nipples clean of
remaining blood.  "You no let anyone suck on your nipple for one
week.  Mouth is very nasty.  Very many germs.  OK?" Kim instructed
Megan.

"OK," Megan answered.  Megan stood and went to a mirror mounted on
the wall.  She stared intently at the rings going through her nipples.
The felt deeply that having the piercings done was a significant step
in her life.

"Well, I think it's time we go.  Annette can you bill me for the
rings and the piercing.  I'll be back as soon as the playroom in the
barn is complete.  I'll have to bring Megan along.  She seems to have
had fun" Sabrina said.  "Megan get dressed," Sabrina ordered.

"Kim, help her while we take of business," Annette ordered.

Kim led Megan to the leather shop retrieving her lingerie in the wood
shop on the way.  Kim helped Megan into her panties, garter, and
stockings.  "Maybe you not wear bra," Kim suggested.

"Um.  OK," Megan answered.

Kim helped Megan put on her sundress.  As they were finishing the two
other women joined them.

"Well.  Thank you Kim," Sabrina said shaking the girl's hand.

"You can get back to work," Annette said dismissing the girl.

"Yes, Miss Ann," Kim replied.  She put her tank top and shorts back
on and returned to her work bench.  Megan followed the girl's every
move with a feeling of longing for the beautiful oriental girl.

"Megan, I look forward to having you back to model for us," Annette
said offering Megan her hand.  "You'll get a chance to try a lot
more or the toys if you stay for the whole weekend," Annette offered.

As always Megan looked to Sabrina for guidance.  "I'll bring her
up," Sabrina said.

Sabrina and Annette hugged goodbye and Sabrina showed herself out with
Megan trailing behind.  They two drove home.  Megan was very conscious
of her piercings.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Sabrina asked as they approached home.

"Um.  Yes.  I can't believe some of the things that happened,"
Megan answered.

Sabrina smiled, "You'll have lots of opportunities to participate
in all the debauchery you can image."

Later that week Megan dropped by Sabrina's office.  Sabrina gave
Megan another disk for her collection.

"This is from Margaret.  She wanted you to have a copy of the
pictures she took.  They're really quite good," Sabrina
complemented the girl.  "Remember Saturday I'll have a male friend
joining us," Sabrina said.

Her nipples were started to feel better but she was always conscious of
them now.  Her nipples were definitely more sensitive that they had
been.  She wanted to show them to someone - anyone.  Her gym class
was the last class of the day and in the past she had returned home to
shower rather than relive the embarrassment she experienced in high
school when she was teased.  That week she started showering at school
before going home.  She noticed a few of the girls looking at her bare
pussy and her pierced nipples.  It sent a tingle through her whole
body.  She lingered naked as long as she could without drawing
suspicion to herself enjoying the glances of the other women.

End of Part Four B.

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