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From: "Don Winslow" dwin2001@Yahoo.com
Subject: {Winslow} "On the Strip: A Vegas Story, Part 2" 
(D/s, M/F, F/F, Humil, Spanking)
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On The Strip
Don Winslow
Part 2
There are no old buildings in Las Vegas; just new 
buildings, and newer buildings. And so when one comes 
across an old house, a truly old house, one had to wonder 
about how it came to be there....out in the desert, 
abandoned and alone.  Such a house was the aim of the 
silver Dodge van that made its way along a winding dirt 
road, a few miles east of a little cluster of houses that 
the locals called Gentry's Bluffs.
The van came to a halt in a cloud of dust, and the rear 
door was slid back.  In a moment, a well-built blond girl, 
wearing a pair of faded jeans and an oatmeal-colored 
sweatshirt, her hands cuffed behind her, was dragged out of 
the van by a big, beefy guy who held her by one arm.   The 
driver, a thin whippet in a sharkskin suit, came around to 
grab the captive by the other arm, and together they 
escorted one very frightened Nikki Paradise up the wooden 
steps, and into the ramshackled old house. 
The snatch had been quick and efficiently.  The guys were 
pros.  The apartment door was easy pickings, and once in 
they made it plain to the terrified girl, by using a hint 
of pain, coupled with the sight of deadly .38, that they 
meant business.  Nikki was paralyzed by fear; she knew 
these guys, or at least their type, and she knew better 
than to give them a hard time.  They stood her up, cuffed 
her, and dragged her to the door, pausing just long enough 
to let the girl slip her bare feet into a pair of sandals.  
Then, with the barrel of the hidden gun jammed hard against 
her ribs, the two men walked her down to the elevator, out 
the front door, and into the waiting van -- all in less 
than five minutes.
Now, in the remote country house, someone turned on a 
light, and Nikki stood blinking in amazement.   Inside, it 
looked like a warehouse!  The small hallway they stood in 
opened into a cavernous space comprising what must once 
have been three or four rooms.  Sturdy wooden rafters 
spanned the high ceilings and from those rafters hung 
various chains, ropes and pulleys.  Large gym mats, covered 
in gray rubber, hung from the roughly plastered walls.  The 
room contained a metal bedstead minus its mattress, various 
tables and chairs, and strewn here and there pieces of what 
looked like gym equipment, odd steel structures, the 
purpose of which she could only imagine. To one side, stood 
a set of wooden stocks, restraining devices built to 
confine the neck and wrists of a bending prisoner between 
two cut-out, hinged boards.   Metal industrial-type shelves 
lined one wall, holding an impressive array of instruments 
of punishment: whips and riding crops, and paddles.  One 
set of shelves held some odd electrical devices, some of 
which seemed to be attached to love toys of various kinds.   
High overhead, bright neon lights brought the whole, 
coldly-sterile room into bold relief.
"What is this place?' Nikki whispered, her wide eyes 
talking it all in, in stunned disbelief.
"Just think of it as home, Baby, cause that's what it's 
gonna be.  Your new home!" the ferret-faced guy, the one 
called Frank, said with a smirk.
"Listen you guys, I told you.  You got the wrong gal!"
"And I thought I told you before to shut up!" Franco 
threatened, glaring at her.
"But this is all a mistake! You gotta let me goooo," she 
whined.
"Go get something to plug her mouth with," Franco said to 
his partner, the man she had heard him call Hutch.
Hutch rummaged among the shelves, and came back with a 
ballgag dangling from his fingers.
"Nooo," Nikki wailed, frantically twisting in Hutch's arms 
till Franco slapped her, with crisp authority, right across 
the cheek.
"WHACK!"
The hard sting sent her head ringing, but it worked to stop 
the girl from struggling long enough for him to grab her 
jaw and squeeze, forcing her to open up so he could jam the 
red rubber ball between her teeth.  The straps were cinched 
around her head, imprisoning the lovely blond hair, as 
Franco stepped behind her to tighten the straps down.  Now 
her gaping mouth was well-stoopered; the big blonde stared 
wide-eyed with terror over the hard rubber ball, making 
mewing, plaintive sounds.
"WHACK!...WHACK!"  He slapped her face again and again.  
"That's enough damn it! Now stop that moaning, or I'll give 
you something to moan about!" he growled.
Nikki fell silent. She was breathing heavily; cringing back 
from the menacing gangster, her pretty features, distorted 
by the ball gag, were drawn and white with fear.
"What now?" asked Hutch.
"Wait here.  I'll go up and check to see if the old lady's 
ready."  And Franco went off up a flight of stairs that led 
from the hallway to the second floor, while Hutch dragged 
Nikki over to a wooden chair and plunked her down.  She 
glared up at him from over the ball gag.  He gave her an 
evil grin and reached down to greedily grab her left 
breast.
"You're gonna have to learn to be nice to me, Baby," he 
told her, his big hand squeezing that ample, unbrassiered 
tit through the loose cotton sweatshirt she wore.  The 
grinning ape was enjoying himself, lavishly fondling the 
terrified blonde who, with restrained wrists held behind 
her, could do nothing but squirm her shoulders under the 
big man's rough manipulations.  He was still at it, feeling 
her up to his heart's content, when Franco returned.
"She wants we should get her ready," he told his partner, 
hauling the girl to her feet, and stepping behind her to 
unlock the handcuffs.  For the first time since her 
abduction, Nikki was free of restraints, although the hated 
ball gag remained firmly in place.  Franco wasted no time 
with his preparations.   Standing before the two men, she 
was now ordered to remove her sweatshirt. So she had very 
little on.  
Since Nikki had been hanging around in her apartment, with 
hours to go till she had to dress for work, she had simply 
stepped out of the shower and dressed minimally, pulling on 
the roomy sweatshirt; not bothering with a bra. That 
thought flitted through her mind, but the thought of 
disobeying never occurred to her.  The two men watched her 
while she crossed her arms, reached down, and stripped the 
oatmeal sweat shirt up over her head, pulling it off inside 
out, and tossing it aside, leaving the gorgeous blonde 
provocatively bare-breasted before them.  Her generous tits 
jiggled and settled, hanging slightly pendulous, with wide 
flat aureoles, crinkled disks of dusky brown flesh as big 
as half-dollars.  She saw the look of approval light up 
their male eyes.
"Not bad.  We're gonna have us some fun with those babies," 
Franco said to Hutch, with an emphatic nod.  Nikki stood 
perfectly still, her full-mounded breasts heaving with her 
shallow breathing; a shiver of fear ran up her spine.
Now she was cuffed, this time not with handcuffs but with 
soft leather straps, wide and padded, complete with D-
rings.   The two men worked efficiently, one banding each 
wrist.  Then topless, and gagged, the unfortunate girl was 
led to a spot in the center of the room, directly beneath a 
hanging chain.
****    ****    ****    ****
Natalie Giordello widened her stance, firmly planting her 
boot heels, and placed her hands on her hips, to better 
admire her erotically clad form in the full-length mirror.  
She was thin as a whippet, with a body more angular than 
curved, still she thought she looked rather good in the 
sleek, kinky outfit.  She relished the tight feel of 
constricting leather; thought it gave her a certain 
glamour.  The bustier was so tightly laced it was almost 
painful, its straining seams stretched nearly to the 
breaking point.  Her lanky shoulders and supple arms were 
left bare by the black, gleaming leather.  She let her gaze 
trail downward.  The arching sides of the wicked garment 
were cut high at her narrow hips, leaving her sinewy 
thighs, and a good portion of her hard, high set butt on 
public view.  Those nether regions, along with the rest of 
her slim legs, were now encased in black pantyhose; sleek, 
tight boots came up to her knees.  Still watching herself 
in the mirror, she reached for a pair of short leather 
gloves, drew them on, working her fingers into the thin, 
supple leather.  Then she was ready.  Giving herself a 
cruel smile, she turned to go downstairs, determined to 
teach this unsuspecting bimbo the price she must pay for 
insulting the daughter of a Don.  
****    ****    ****    ****
The muffled moan Natalie heard coming from the big room, 
caused her to pause on the final step, and listen intently.  
She heard it again, and smiled.  Straightening up, she 
strode into the big, brightly-lit room, to be greeted with 
a very gratifying sight indeed!  The beautiful blonde hung 
from the ceiling by her wrists, her naked body elongated, 
with feet pointed straight down and toes barely touching 
the thick, wall-to-wall carpet.   Natalie had to admit the 
girl was gorgeous.  As she had specified, the boys had 
taken away her sandals, and stripped her of sweater and 
jeans, to leave the girl hanging there in just her panties, 
a pair of powder blue hip huggers. 
At the moment, Franco stood behind her, hands around the 
girl's naked chest cupping her boobs, soft tittie flesh 
spilling though his curled fingers.  He was enjoying 
himself immensely, feeling up the hanging girl's boobs.  It 
was his rough manipulation of those softly pliable breasts 
that had the girl moaning in her gag.  As soon as he saw 
Natalie in the doorway, he stopped what he was doing, and 
released those floppy tits.   The frantic girl twisted to 
see the new arrival, and beheld the erotically-clad women 
advancing on her with evil intent in her dark, gleaming 
eyes.  She let out an urgent whimper around the hard rubber 
ball lodged in her gaping mouth.
Natalie strode right up to her lovely prisoner, looked her 
in the eyes, saw the terror there, and smirked.  The stern, 
narrow-framed woman looked up at the glamorous blonde with 
undisguised loathing in her eyes. She took her time, 
studying her naked captive closely from blond head to 
pointed toes.  She could see why Bobby would be taken with 
this cunt; the big blue eyes, pert nose, and pretty 
features, unflatteringly distended now by the protruding 
ball.   And the girl had a magnificent rack, that was sure.  
Comfortably large, but not excessively so, the fulsome tits 
reminded Natalie of juddery udders - -she's a cow, she 
thought, a big, fuckin', bleached-blond cow!    
"Looks like got ourselves a real cow here, boys," she said, 
giving expression to her thoughts.  She reached out a 
gloved hand, curling the fingers tips up under the crease 
that formed the undercurve of Nikki's right breast.  Then 
she flipped the dangling boob on her fingertips, causing 
the jellied mound to jiggle.  Nikki jerked back and gave 
out with what might have been a muffled protest.
"Yeah, you're a cow, alright, aren't you?" the older woman 
grinned, a cow and a whore.  You see, I know all about you.  
Know you're nothing but a cow, and a slut, and a whore."
 
She stepped closer to the restrained girl, and without 
ceremony,  jammed a gloved hand down the front of Nikki's 
panties, groping the hanging girl between her legs.  The 
girl brayed her protest, and squeezed her legs shut, 
trapping the evil hand between her legs.  Natalie laughed.    
 From the way the hanging girl twisted and bucked her hips, 
it was obvious to the watching men as to what Natalie's 
hand was doing to her prisoner.
"She's wet as a lake, the little whore," Natalie declared, 
retrieving and examining her damp, gloved hand.  All ready 
to play.  Do you want to play with me, slut?" the girl 
could do nothing but stare at her, wide-eyed in disbelief.
She ordered the gag to be removed, and Franco jumped to 
obey, unbuckling the strap at the back of Nikki's head.  
Nikki was immensely grateful for the respite.  She worked 
her aching jaw, then managed to sincerely thank her 
benefactor, not realizing that her respite would be only a 
temporary one. 
"Who are you?  What is this place?  Why have you brought me 
here," the thoroughly frightened young woman asked in the 
first rush of words, occasioned by her sudden release from 
the gag.
"My name is Natalie Giordello, slut.  Mrs. Giordello.  I 
think you know the name.  But you will call me Mistress.  I 
think you know my husband?"  The laugh that followed was 
hallow and truly evil; Nikki shivered.  "As to where you 
are, you are in my playroom. And you and me are going to 
play some games.  Won't that be fun?  You see cunt," she 
went on, "I have to teach you a lesson. It's about not 
screwing around with another woman's man.  I'm surprised no 
one's taught you that lesson before, cause I think you're 
the kind of slut that richly deserve it."
"No..no wait...I..you got it all wrong," the girl began in a 
desperate pleading voice.
"SLAP!" the gloved hand shot out, and slapped Nikki's 
vulnerable tits, sending them wobbling.
"YEEOUCH!" the girl shrieked, yanking back on her chains in 
her futile effort to escape.
"Lesson number one.  Never speak unless spoken to.  NEVER! 
Got it cunt!" The older women stretched up to bring her 
face close to the suspended girl's, fire in her eyes.    If 
you talk, the gag goes back on.  Simple as that.  
Understand?"  She waited, staring into her captive's 
terrified eyes.  The poor girl could only shake her head in 
agreement, fearful that whatever she said might result in 
more punishment from her sadistic captor.
"Good.  Now you must keep quite.  Speak only to answer me.  
If I ask you if you understand, all you will say is:  'Yes, 
Mistress'.  Got it!"
"Yes, Mistress," the frightened girl managed to whisper.
Natalie preened in her first triumph over the beautiful 
young girl, smirking at her two grinning henchmen.
"Yeah, you're quite a piece all right.  I hear you've been 
flashing these big jugs of yours all around Vegas."  The 
woman was toying with her, a gloved hand lightly stroking 
her left breast, hefting it up as though to examine it 
where the slightly reddened flesh bore the imprint of the 
slapping hand.  This time she used just a flick of the 
wrist in a tiny slap that sent the jellied mound trembling.  
Nikki sucked in a quick breath of air, but she knew better 
than to say anything.  
"Yeah.  Nice, fat tits.  You know what you are?  You're 
nothing but a cow.  You're a cow, and a cunt, and a whore.  
That's what you are.  Say it.  SAY IT!"
The prisoner stifled a whimper, swallowed hard, and when 
she formed the words they came out in tearful voice.
"I'm...I'm..a cow, and cunt, and a whore," the words came out 
in a tumbled rush, hushed and barely audible. 
  
"Yeah, that's right," her tormentor purred.  You got the 
tits of a cow, and the wet, sloppy cunt of a whore.  But 
you're gonna be my whore.  My very own personal whore. 
You're going to be nice to me, and to my friends here.  And 
maybe, just maybe, we'll let you live.  But you gotta ask 
me, real nice and polite-like.  Ask if you can be my whore, 
cow, do it NOW!" 
For a moment, the stunned girl just stared at the older 
woman, scarcely daring to breathe.  It was a nightmare!  
She couldn't believe this was happening to her!  Natalie 
met her eyes evenly, severe lips drawn in a hard line, that 
made it plain that the older woman would tolerate nothing 
less than complete obedience from the girl.
"Please let me mistress."
"Let you what?"
It was necessary for the girl to humiliate herself.  Before 
Natalie was through with her, she would have the blond 
bimbo groveling at her feet!
Nikki took a deep breath, and licked her lips before she 
could reply.  She remembered to choose her words carefully, 
knowing her life might depend on it.
  
"Please Mistress, let me be your personal whore,' the 
deeply mortifying words came out in a voice choked with 
emotion.
The grinning mobsters laughed, and the very edges of 
Natalie's brutal lips curled in a smug, self-satisfied 
smile.
"Oh you're gonna be my whore all right.  Before I'm through 
with you you're goinna beg to kiss my ass, and eat my cunt.  
You're gonna beg to kiss my feet and lick, and suck each 
one of my toes, and then, I'm gonna use you for my very own 
piss pot.  But maybe first, I'll  let the boys here have 
some fun with you.  Yeah, you'll do plenty of cock sucking, 
and you're gonna be fucked in every hole in your body, and 
you're gonna beg us for more.  That must sound like a lot 
of fun, for a whore like you, doesn't it, slut?"
Natalie placed her hand back on Nikki's still-smarting 
breast, curling her fingers around the firmly-rounded 
contour to lightly hold the floppy tit in her gloved hand.  
"But then again, it might not be some much fun for you 
after all," she purred, extending a thumb to lightly rub 
Nikki's nascent nipple.  "You're gonna find out, Cow, that 
when you have sex in my playpen, it's my kind of sex!"  The 
gloved hand greedily closed, grabbing a full handful of 
tittie-flesh, and twisting it till Nikki, clenching her 
teeth against the pain, shook wildly on her chain.   The 
tormented girl screamed in agony as the sadistic dominatrix 
wrenched her tender breast, twisting it like she was 
turning a doorknob, then gave it up with a final clenching, 
squeeze to leave the punished mound quivering, red and 
throbbing with hurt.
"My kind of sex," she repeated with an impish grin.
END OF PART 2
Copyright 2001, Don Winslow
dwin2001@Yahoo.com
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow/www
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