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offended by graphic sexual descriptions of natural and/or 
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This story is a fantasy.  You have to loosen your clench on 
reality a little when you read it.  As is the case with 
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are beautiful; gravity has never touched their breasts nor 
wrinkles their unblemished faces; the men (the hero in this 
story, at least) are hung like bulls and can get it up and 
keep it up at will; there are no STDs, morals, or unwanted 
pregnancies; and guilt is a four letter word.  Most of all, 
strength of character doesn’t stand a chance against any 
erotic stimulus, which can be as benign as a glance.  This 
is a tale in which physical acts and human responses are 
not limited to, nor necessarily based in, reality.  Some 
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stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy.

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NightShade


















The President's Club, Chapter 11

by NightShade

first posted 4/97, revised 1/99

She continued to wander around the house for another week, 
wondering what she was going to do.  She felt vaguely 
useless when Sandi, as she thought of her now, went to 
work.  They hadn’t hired any new staff, but when the three 
or four rooms they used in the big house were clean, there 
wasn’t much else to do.  On Friday, a man, Mr. Reese, who 
said he was one of Bill's lawyers contacted her.  He had 
some papers that needed signing, he said.

She walked into Mr. Reese's office and stopped dead in her 
tracks.  Something crawling up the back of her mind told 
her not to trust this man.  She had never had such a strong 
compelling feeling before.  Before she thought about what 
she was doing, she acted on it.  She turned on her heel and 
left the ancient secretary standing there with an open 
mouth.

She only knew one person to ask.  She pulled out her 
cellular phone and called Sandi at her downtown office.  
She told her about the lawyer's sudden call that morning.  
Sandi asked who the lawyer was.

"Mr. Reese, down in the Waterbury Building."

"That God-damned Mother-fuckin’ no good SCUMBAG!"

"Oh, dear!  I take it you know him, then," Karin said 
dryly.  “A nice guy, is he?”

"Not even for a lawyer.  Karin, did you sign anything?  
Anything at all?" Sandi demanded of her.

"No.  I didn't even see him.  I got this really weird 
feeling when I walked in to his office.  So I called you.  
Sounds like I’m glad I did, huh?"

The relief was evident in Sandi’s voice.  "Thank God, you 
didn’t sign anything.  Good.  Now, do you know any 
attorneys you can trust?"  She guffawed.  "I take that 
back. Let me rephrase that.  Do you know any attorneys?"

"No.  But I could probably call Bill's secretary for a 
suggestion.  She should know one or two that has done work 
for his company before."

"Well, I guess that’s better than nothing.  Yeah, why don’t 
you do that.  Uh, and Karin?"

"Yes?"

"When you talk to her, remember she was Bill’s secretary.  
She lost her man, too."

"Oh, right."

Karin looked up the number for Bill’s office and asked for 
his secretary, Sally.  She remembered Sally vaguely.  The 
one time they had met, she remembered that Sally had been 
nice to her, like she felt sorry for her.  Sally apparently 
knew more than she let on about Bill's sex life.  

When she came on the line, Karin asked her for a 
recommendation for an attorney to talk with.  

Sally exploded on the other end of the telephone.  "Karin – 
excuse me, Mrs. Saunders, where have you been?  Why haven't 
you called in?  Everything is falling apart down here.  Get 
down here right away!  We need you!" she hesitated.  Then 
she added, a hopeful note in her voice, "Boss!?"

Karin was confused, but make her way over to Bill's office.  
She was definitely going to have to get a driver’s license.  
Taxis were too expensive in this city for everyday travel.  
She walked into the large complex and made her way to the 
executive suites.  Sally had apparently spread the word 
that salvation was on the way, as everyone seemed to know 
her name and looked so relieved to see her.  Her 
bewilderment grew as men and women who were clearly senior 
executives treated her with respect and deference.  

Sally was on the telephone when she arrived at Bill’s 
office door.  Sally had her back turned, and was digging in 
some files.  She didn’t see her.  Karin stood there meekly 
waiting until Sally noticed her.

When the middle-aged secretary glanced up and noticed Karin 
standing there, she paled.  The phone call ended with an 
abrupt; “I don’t care how you do it, just get it done!”  
Shooing her hands at the small crowd of on-lookers, she put 
her arm around Karin and ushered her into her dead 
husband’s office.  Sally sat her down on the expensive 
leather couch and got her a cup of tea.  

They sat staring at each other for a long moment.  Karin 
was never sure who made the first move, but suddenly she 
found herself in a sobbing embrace with the motherly woman.  
Neither woman may have admired Bill, but his absence left 
large holes in each of their lives.  They commiserated with 
one another until they had cried themselves out.  They 
weren’t mourning the man.  They were identifying with the 
pain each had suffered from him.  It was a new beginning.

Drying her eyes with the tissue provided by the motherly 
secretary, Karin asked,  “So what do you need me for, 
Sally?”

Sally explained that there were several crucial contracts 
pending that needed immediate attention, or they would lose 
the business.  

"But Sally, I don't know anything about Bill's business!  
What should I do?

"Listen, Mrs. S, it's not 'Bill's' business anymore, it's 
yours.  That is, if you want it.  We'll all help you learn 
what you need to do," she went on.  "You'll get along 
fine."

Over the next several weeks and months, Karin learned about 
Bill's business and found she understood more about what 
she was doing than she had ever imagined.  Of course, she 
worked hard at it and it wasn’t easy.  She knew she had to 
learn the business from the ground up.  Many nights she 
stayed late, working a half-day with the night shift in the 
factory.  She rolled up her sleeves and learned how to do 
every job in the factory, including sweeping the floor.  
She emptied the trashcans with the cleaning crew for a 
week.  She may not have mastered the tasks, but she 
definitely learned what her products were, how they were 
made and she had a good idea of any problems there might be 
in manufacturing.  

Her time in the factory had other benefits.  She was 
astounded to find she was the first ‘suit’ most of the line 
workers had seen.  Ever.  Even the ones with seniority 
couldn’t identify the VP of Operations from a set of 
photos.  

She fixed that the next morning.  Her new VP of Operations 
spent a lot more time on the floor and less on the golf 
course.  Production improved tremendously following her 
visits, both in quality and quantity.  

Karin also learned she was good at selling the company.  At 
first, when customers found she was his widow, they gave 
her token contracts out of sympathy.  When she turned in 
superior high quality products, she won the entire contract 
from each of those customers on her own.  They liked her 
simply because she made them look good.  

She discovered the company accountant and the lawyer, Mr. 
Reese, had been stealing from the company.  She debated a 
long time before doing anything.  She didn’t want to have a 
big scandal with her name center stage.  She asked Sandi 
how to handle it.  Sandi told her that if she wanted her 
to, she would take care the scumbag for her.  Karin would 
have to take care of the accountant, as he was her 
employee.

Karin fired the accountant and cash flow increased 10% 
overnight.  So did profits.  She decided to put a positive 
spin on the result and gave a 5% rebate to all her 
customers with current contracts.  From that point on, 
there was essentially no stopping her.  Over the next year 
and a half, news of her revolutionary business practices 
swept through their tight-knit industry.  People pounded on 
her door to give her their business.

Mr. Reese found himself as the center of an ethics review 
by the state bar.  Ostensibly, it was because his name had 
been submitted as a nomination for the State Supreme Court.  
The review was ‘just routine,’ or so he had been told.  He 
encouraged his staff to cooperate fully with the auditors.  
His ego was so big, he didn’t even stop to realize there 
wasn’t a position open on the bench.

As it was, the auditors, under the guidance of Sandi’s 
information, and with the eager cooperation of Mr. Reese’ 
very own staff, put together a compelling case of fraud and 
legal abuse that had gone unchecked for years.  Karin’s 
company was never mentioned in the investigation or the 
indictment that followed.  Mr. Reese went away for a long 
time.

Karin worked tirelessly to be the best CEO she could be.  
Her people loved her.  Several times she thought of 
stepping down and letting someone more qualified take over.  
They objected each time that she suggested it.  Karin was 
such a breath of fresh air, such a change from Bill.  Even 
her surviving VPs had to admit they liked her, although 
they soon found themselves working harder to keep up with 
her.

When Karin didn't know something, she asked plain 
questions.  She listened to the answers her people gave 
her.  She never asked the same question twice.  Her people 
knew she was fair, but tough.  That’s all they asked of 
her.

She was also extremely lonely.  As she rocketed to the top 
of her business world, she became more and more isolated.  
If it hadn't been for Sandi and their friendship, she would 
have been completely alone.  Sally, her secretary, tried to 
mother her, and Karin let her, on occasion.  But she needed 
Sally to be her assistant, not her mother.  She promoted 
her to a Jr. VP level and gave Sally a secretary of her 
own.  Sally laughingly told Karin she would never forgive 
her for causing her so much stress.  Without Sally to 
mother her, Karin withdrew into her corporate shell.  She 
was all business.  Warm, but cold, at the same time.

There were a couple of brave men who tried to ask her out.  
None asked more than once.  Each said they got a severe 
case of frostbite.  Karin became known as the ‘Ice Maiden,’ 
and her reputation for success and untouchability spread.  
Soon no one even thought about approaching her.

Sandi tried to get her to socialize.  She asked her to 
double date with her a couple of times, but Karin's blind 
date always went home horny.  She was a delightful date, 
but her heart belonged to Sam exclusively.

Sandi had no shortage of suitors these days.  She had taken 
Karin's advice to dress a bit more feminine at work.  She 
also followed Karin’s example and sent her dates home 
horny.  Those few special men that did make it to her bed 
did so because they were discreet.  That they were also 
hung like horses didn’t hurt, either, but she passed up 
some whoppers because she had heard they couldn’t keep 
their mouths shut.

Sandi had been afraid that she would be immediately 
assigned to the Vice Squad to work undercover with her 
change in wardrobe.  It was a risk.  She didn't want that 
kind of police work.  She wanted to use her mind, not her 
body.

Shortly after she started 'dressing up', as she called it, 
a senior level position opened up in the Commissioner's 
office for an inspector.  With Karin’s, and others 
encouragement, Sandi put in her application.  After a long 
and arduous selection process, Sandi was amazed to find she 
had been selected.  She was qualified for the position, but 
to be able to do what she had dreamed of doing all her life 
was too good to be true.  She kept pinching herself to make 
sure she wasn’t dreaming.

Karin had met the Police Commissioner at a client’s office 
unexpectedly, and surprisingly, they had hit it off.  Karin 
sensed immediately he was an honorable man.  The shared the 
occasional lunch in the city’s downtown park, the public 
setting making the perfect cover for anonymity.  He became 
a father figure to her that she confided in.  He was 
flattered that such an attractive young woman would want to 
spend time with him.  His wife of 40 years met Karin and 
gave her blessing to the relationship.  She trusted her 
man, and, truth be told, she liked Karin.  She wouldn’t 
hold her beauty against her.

When Karin had told him of Sandi, and how she had handled 
the corrupt lawyer, the Commissioner’s ears perked up.  He 
needed a good inspector he could trust, one that was 
untouched by HQ politics.  He suspected there was more than 
one corrupt official in the department, and was determined 
to root them out.  Lt. Billings sounded like just the 
person he was looking for and he said as much.  Karin, 
knowing how Sandi would react to favoritism of any kind, 
made him swear not to just hand her the position.  The 
Police Commissioner was a little miffed that Karin would 
think he would.  Lt. Billings would have to apply and make 
it through the selection process.  But if she made the list 
that landed on his desk, she had the job.  Karin also made 
the Commissioner swear Sandi would never find out that they 
had talked about the position.  She was afraid that if 
Sandi found out Karin had had anything to do with it, it 
would mar their friendship.

For her part, Sandi threw herself into her new job with a 
zeal that frightened the senior members at Police 
headquarters.  She was supposed to have been a low-powered, 
mousy bitch, not a dynamo with the ear and blessing of the 
Commissioner.  Sphincters tightened in all the departments 
as she settled into her new position.  She greeted each 
person at the headquarters building with an unassuming, 
ingenuous smile that lulled many into discounting her, to 
their own detriment.

What Sandi was doing was re-writing the standard of 
integrity to a higher level.  One that befitted those whose 
task it was to ‘Protect and Serve.’  She and the 
Commissioner felt that those who upheld the law should be 
worthy of the task.  Not above reproach, as they were 
human, after all.  They should, however, not be working to 
circumvent it.  Her reports and investigations were 
flawless and air tight.  She brought an element of original 
thought to centuries of police work.  Her suggestions for 
resolutions to problems were unique, often salvaging the 
best part of a person’s training while removing them from 
the temptation of further indiscretion.  Her suggestions 
were almost always taken.  She became both feared and 
admired for her personal honesty and integrity.  

As a side benefit to her new position, Sandi was meeting 
all kinds of eligible professional men and other men 
successful in their fields.  She seemed determined to date 
each one of them.  The best ones got kissed, and the cream 
of the crop got invited to the mansion.  The luckiest, and 
most discreet one or two, needed the next day off to 
recuperate after a night with Sandi.  She was thorough in 
that area as well.  

Sandi made a standing offer to Karin after she had tested 
her with that first man she had brought to the mansion.  If 
Karin ever took a shine to any of the men she brought home, 
all she had to do was call Sandi’s beeper.  When it became 
obvious that she never would, Sandi suggested that if she 
just wanted to scratch the itch, she should call.  Sandi 
was merely passing time with her dates.  Her ‘Mr. Right’ 
hadn’t come along yet, but she was damned if she was going 
to cloister herself while he took his damn sweet time 
catching up to her.

Night after night Sandi listened to Karin sobbing herself 
to sleep.  Her heart went out to the younger woman.  When 
she couldn’t stand it any longer, she would go in and 
comfort Karin.  It always began innocently, just sitting by 
her on the bed, stroking her hair.  Somewhere along the 
line, soft lips would wipe away an errant tear, then linger 
on the hot damp flesh, cooling the fevered brow.  A slight 
readjustment of her legs for comfort, swinging them up on 
the bed to lie beside the sobbing girl, would eventually 
lead to a hot session in bed together that would leave both 
of them gasping for air.  It was stimulating, fulfilling, 
but both of them knew it was not the answer.  This, too, 
was just a pastime.  

Lately, on quiet nights, Sandi heard soft moaning followed 
by sobs coming from Karin’s room.  This was a new twist.  
Her curiosity getting the best of her, she peeked in on 
Karin to watch a fascinating show.  Karin was tying herself 
up, just as she had done when she lived in the apartment.  
It appeared she was becoming more and more frustrated with 
the inability of the process to satisfy her.  It was the 
only thing she could do, though, to bring back those 
feelings she had experienced with Sam.

She would tie her legs together at the ankles, calves, 
knees and mid-thighs.  Sandi was frightened at how tightly 
she bound each thick rope.  Tight cords tortured every 
movement of her tits.  A wicked looking rope with strategic 
knots went between her legs, hard into her crotch.  This 
was cinched up and held by a wide heavy leather belt around 
her waist.  Karen would then get her hands tied with the 
safety knot and began flexing her hips to stimulate 
herself.  She tried herd to make herself cum, but knowing 
her hands were loose was too much of a distraction to let 
herself go.  She burst out crying, sobs wracking her slim 
frame.

Sandi walked in on her and sat beside her on the bed.  "Can 
I help?" she asked softly

Karin looked up at her in misery.  She wasn't embarrassed 
at the situation, just terribly frustrated.  "My hands.  I 
have to leave my hands loose."

Sandi didn't understand.

Karin tried to explain to Sandi that it was the feeling of 
total helplessness that was the turn on.  She could relax 
into it, let everything go.  It was that freedom that 
brought on her explosive climaxes.  But when she had to 
leave an ‘out’ it wasn’t the same.  She couldn’t struggle 
too hard, or her hands would come loose.

Sandi didn't understand the feeling of total helplessness, 
having never let go of the control in her relationships, 
but she understood the request.  "I'll be right back," she 
said.

She came back several minutes later with her hands behind 
her back.  She walked over to the bound girl and backed up 
to the nightstand by Karin’s bed.  She set several items on 
it, just out of sight.

"Lift your head."

Karin craned her head forward.

Sandi slipped a blindfold over her eyes and settled it in 
place.  "Can you see anything?"

"No."

"Good."  Next Sandi took one of the Teflon® slip-ties the 
police corps used instead of handcuffs and fastened Karin's 
hands to the bedpost.  Karin had to stretch to keep the 
thin plastic bands from digging into her delicate skin.  
The stain tensed every muscle in her body.  She was 
quivering as she waited for Sandi’s next move.

Sandi bent and smoothed Karin’s hair back into a lovely fan 
on the pillow.  She tenderly stroked her cheek.  "Better?"

Tears moistened the blindfold.  Karin just nodded her head, 
not trusting herself to speak.

"Planning to have some fun then?"

Karen gave her another blind nod, a curious wrinkle on her 
forehead at the strange question.  Of course, she was going 
to have some fun!

Sandi touched her fingertips to Karen’s lips.  When she 
opened her mouth to kiss and lick them, Sandi gently urged 
her mouth open.  When she was lying there like a 
suffocating blowfish, Sandi stripped off her own damp 
panties and stuffed them in Karin's mouth.

"Then that should help to keep the noise down!" she said 
softly.  "Sleep tight, Karin."

She flipped the light off as she left, leaving the door 
between their rooms wide open.  She listened hard for any 
signs of distress, but all she heard were the sounds of the 
bedsprings working hard into the night.  She didn’t 
remember when she got to sleep, but she did remember 
becoming more and more excited and frigging her own clit to 
a thunderous explosion that left her drained.  Until the 
rising tide from the next room would sweep over her once 
more and carry her along in its swift current.  

Sandi got up early the next morning, exhausted.  She went 
into Karin’s room and cut the tight unforgiving plastic 
band.  She made a note to herself to get something less 
punitive to use.    As she rubbed the dark red skin of her 
wrists, she saw that Karin's face was totally relaxed and 
at ease in her sound sleep.  Sandi studied her face 
closely.  "I'm going to have to give this a try," she 
thought to herself,  "soon."

'Soon' came a few weeks later.  Sandi dropped hints to 
Karin, oblique at first, then becoming more pointed.  She 
couldn’t bring herself to just come out and ask, though.  
She became more of an active participant in the bondage 
sessions as she tied Karin in various positions, asking 
leading questions about this piece of leather and that type 
of rope, even offering a few delicious suggestions of her 
own.  Karin never took the hints.  In her mind, Sandi 
wasn’t bent that way.  That she helped her out was nice, 
nothing more.  

One night Sandi couldn’t take it any longer.  She had 
listened to the ecstasy in the next room long enough.  She 
came striding into Karin's room with an armful of ropes, 
her eyes purposeful.  

Karin looked at her curiously.  "Not tonight, Sandi."  She 
giggled, "I don't have a headache."

"These aren't for you."

There was a moment of silence.

"Oh.”  She sounded puzzled.  Then the light went off.  
“OOOOOhhhhh.  Sandi!  I'm surprised at you."  She got up 
off the bed, walking towards her friend.

"Will you help me, uh, do it?"

"But of course!”  She took the huge bundle of equipment 
from her.  She grinned wryly as she saw a bit of everything 
included in the tangled mess.  Karin leveled her gaze at 
her only good friend.  “Sandi, are you sure you want to do 
this?"

"Yes – no – yes.  Oh hell!  Yes, damn it, I’ve got to try 
it.  Once, anyway."

"With pain?"

"Yes.  No.  Yes.  No.  A little?  Maybe?"

Karin laughed at her softly, then hugged her tightly.  "OK.  
Just a little.  We’ll see how it goes."  She had never seen 
her friend so indecisive or afraid.  Fear was good, she 
knew.  It helped get the adrenaline flowing, the heart 
pumping and the pussy and asshole clenching for dear life 
itself.  

Sandi, not used to the submissive role, started to tell 
Karin what to do and how she thought it should be done.  
She was describing an elaborate bondage scene that made 
Karin's head spin.  Finally, Karin walked over to her and 
kissed her mouth to shut her up.

"Not tonight, babe.  You're along for the ride!"

Karin slipped her panties off her own ass and stuffed them 
into Sandi's mouth, just as Sandi had done to her each time 
she had tied Karin up.  Sandi bridled at that at first then 
nodded her assent.  Turn about, and all that.  Still, it 
rankled her that Karin wouldn’t listen to her ideas. 

Karin took the gagged police inspector and led her back 
into her own bedroom.  She stopped in the middle of the 
large room and looked around as if for the first time.  She 
like what she saw.  She nodded to herself; there were lots 
of possibilities.  

First, however, she had to prepare the victim.  She 
grinned.  She bet herself that no one had ever thought of 
Sandra Billings as a ‘victim.’  She went over to Sandi and 
tied a rope around the gag to keep it in.  "Don't want any 
loud noises to disturb the neighbors."  She pinched Sandi 
hard on the ass.  When she still heard a squeal coming from 
behind the panty gag, she re-tied the rope, this time with 
a knot centered over her mouth and made it tighter around 
her neck.  The next pinch induced squeal could hardly be 
heard, even though this one had been to an erect nipple.  
Sandi glared at her, tempted to back out.

Before she could change her mind, Karin took one end of a 
long cord and tied Sandi's hands together in front of her.  
Taking the loose end, she looped it over the upper crossbar 
of the four poster canopied bed.  Pulling down on the end 
of the rope raised Sandi's hands above her head.  Karin 
pulled until Sandi was on her tiptoes.  She tied the cord 
off on the corner post.

"Bingo, girlie!  You're all mine now!"

Sandi struggled against the rope and discovered she was 
indeed caught tight in the simple bondage.  She could kick 
out with her foot, but that would mean losing her balance.  
Karin would be able to dodge her kicks easily, and the rope 
would dig in harshly around her wrists.  Her heart pounded 
in her chest as she analyzed her situation.  She turned her 
head to watch the crazy woman looking over her service 
gear.  A flicker of fear showed in her eyes as she watched 
Karin advance toward her, holding an extremely sharp knife.

Calm flooded Karin.  She suddenly knew what she wanted her 
dearest friend to experience.  It had been the wicked 
looking knife that had inspired her.  She was going to 
scare the shit out of her, pumping her so full of 
adrenaline that even all the jaded acts she had witnessed 
in her police career would not be able to dull her climax.  
It was a daring plan, but the equipment was there, the time 
was right, and she felt she could do it.  

She sidled up to the wide-eyed woman.  She let herself go a 
little crazy, rubbing against her taut form with her 
breasts, her eyes never leaving Sandi’s.  She fed off the 
panic she saw building in them.  Sandi didn’t know if Karin 
was sane or not, now.  Slowly sliding the knife up inside 
Sandi's shirt, she pressed the blade up against the soft 
flesh of her tits.  Her sigh was so sinister, she scared 
herself, a little.  Sandi was visibly shaken.

Karin was careful to keep the sharp edge of the blade away 
from the ivory skin, but the cold sharp steel had the 
desired effect.  Karin pressed the flat tip of the blade 
first against one startled nipple and then the other, 
making urgent, dangerous love to the erectile tissues until 
they rose hard above the surface of her breast.  The 
flicker of fear in Sandi’s eyes became a flame, burning hot 
in the bound woman.  A stray tear escaped and ran down her 
cheek.  

Karin moved the sharp edge of the knife up to Sandi’s neck.  
She paused there for effect, fascinated with the rapid 
pulse she could see in each of the carotid arteries.  She 
tapped each one with the flat of the blade.  She could have 
sworn Sandi had peed her pants when she did that.  Karin 
was panting now, her ragged breathing adding to her crazy 
image.  With a single cut to each side, she sliced through 
the shoulder straps of her skimpy nightgown, drawing the 
sharp point purposefully, but carefully across the soft 
white flesh as she went.  A thin red line appeared in the 
creamy flesh along the wandering trail of the knifepoint.  
She pulled the strapless gown down around to Sandi's feet 
and left it there.  The flame in Sandi's eyes was now a 
forest fire.  Her bared chest was heaving.  She was way 
past having second thoughts.  

The crazed look in Karin's eyes didn't reassure her at all.  
She looked like a woman possessed.  She began screaming 
frantically behind the gag as Karin fixated on her tits, 
circling them with the point of the knife, leaving long 
painful red lines all over them.  This wasn’t a game any 
more.  She knew only too well how sharp that knife was.  

She breathed easier when Karin dropped the knife on the 
floor, relief flooding her.  But that was a mistake.  
Karin’s eyes never left her defenseless tits.  She was 
coming closer....

Sandi's tits were completely at her mercy for the first 
time.  Karin had sucked and licked them before when that 
had satisfied each other, but it was always when it was a 
give and take situation.  Now, with Sandi bound, she could 
do anything to them she wanted.  Sandi couldn’t stop her, 
couldn’t get back.  She gave it all to Sandi unselfishly. 

Sandi, sucked into the initial tenderness of Karin’s 
approach after she dropped the knife, let herself go.  She 
groaned behind the gag, and ground her pantied loins into 
Karin’s thigh.  Karin avoided her urgent hints and focused 
on the large mammaries.  Sandi's breasts had never been so 
stimulated.  They were caressed, sucked, squeezed, fondled, 
pinched, mauled, bitten and slapped.  

Sandi loved it all.  The radical swings from gentle to 
harsh, from crazy to sane kept her off balance.  She didn't 
know what was coming.  She couldn't control what was going 
to happen next.  It was a new experience for her, and not 
one she was sure she liked.  But Karin was persistent, 
leading her to the edge of her climax, then gently leading 
her away.  Over and over, using her mouth, teeth, tongue, 
hands, fingers and her long blond hair, she focused Sandi’s 
entire being on her two tits.  Never had Sandi been so 
aroused or her boobs so sensitive.  She would climb up and 
then slide back down, then higher, and back down.  Over and 
over, Karin slowly worked the control from her mental grasp 
until she was trusting Karin with her sexual need.

As she began to trust Karin with her sexuality, with her 
intimate arousal, with her very life it seemed, she 
realized the attraction of being controlled.  It was a 
tremendous sexual high.  It was addictive.  Although she 
was climaxing almost constantly now, her cums never seemed 
to fully release the tension.  Each knee-knocking explosion 
just took her to another level of anticipation.  Another 
notch on the never-ending ratchet to a life-changing 
orgasm. 

It lasted for what seemed like hours to Sandi, or maybe 
just a moment.  She actually came when Karin slapped her 
boobs.  All four times.  She was breathing hard and fast as 
she helplessly watched the young girl draw back her arm and 
slap her sensitive tits with her open palm.  She held her 
chest out for more and more and more.  And she came and 
came and came with each hard slap.  There really was 
something to this pain thing.

When she slipped off her panties, Sandi didn't know what to 
expect next.  But it was nothing short of awesome.  Karin 
had become very proficient in the art of cunilinguis over 
the past months and she used all her talents now.  Sandi 
was sucking air through her dilated nostrils, exhausted 
before the fun even started.

Karin loosened the rope holding Sandi’s hands up over her 
head and brought her around to the foot of the bed, so that 
she was facing the headboard.  She took a rope and tied it 
around one ankle, then tied that rope to the bedpost.  The 
other ankle was tied to the other post.  Karin pulled the 
ropes as tight as possible.  Sandi was spread as wide as 
she could be.

Karin bent Sandi over the waist high bar at the top of the 
footboard and pulled the long cord tied around her hands up 
to the headboard and tied it off.  She pulled on the rope 
until Sandi’s torso was stretched taut parallel to the 
mattress, her breasts swaying heavily as she tried to catch 
her breath and recover.  Sandi never once considered 
struggling to get free.  She had surrendered her will to 
Karin.

The nightstand beside the bed held Sandi's favorite plastic 
partners and Karin teased her cunt with the largest one 
maliciously before slowly inserting it into her fully and 
turning it on.  Sandi began lurching and screaming into the 
gag almost immediately.  It was as if she had never 
experienced the feeling of a vibrator before, and she was 
on Radio Shack’s Preferred Customer list.  She was going 
crazy and she couldn't stop it.  She didn't want to.

A sharp slap sounded, shaking her from her erotic vacation.  
There was almost absolute silence.  The only noise was the 
muffled sound of the vibrator.

"MMMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFF, came from the bound detective, as the 
pain blossomed in her overloaded brain.  Nerves shorted 
out.  She saw flavors and tasted the metallic edges of 
pain.  Fear gripped her once more, then pleasure wiped all 
else from her mind.  First a flash of pain, then the flood 
of pleasure whipsawed her mental state to mush as she 
experienced her first whipping.

Karin watched the bright red stripes appear on the perfect 
moon-shaped ass.  She held the thin belt from a summer 
dress in her hand, the metal clasp held firmly in her hand.  
The supple leather wasn’t stiff enough to do much damage, 
but to the untrained skin in front of her, she could only 
imagine the agony it brought.

SLAP!   SLAP!    SLAP!

Sandi was frantic in her efforts to free herself, but Karin 
was watching her cunt intently.  It was flowing freely now, 
almost gushing out with each stripe she delivered to that 
weaving target.  She continued to beat on the helpless 
detective.  She was relentless, merciless with her harsh 
caresses.  At about the twelfth stroke she noticed a 
radical change in Sandi's behavior.  Her ass no longer 
twisted to get away from the punishing belt, but she was 
now pushing it out to meet it.  Her frantic screaming had 
lessened to an animalistic orgasmic howl from deep within 
her soul.  Karin recognized the sounds of true sexual 
release, of true freedom.

Karin grinned.  Her friend was realizing the wonders of 
pain and pleasure, combined with total helplessness.  She 
was wound up about as tight as Karin could get her.  It 
made her wet just thinking about the super climax that 
Sandi was going to have in just a few more moments.  She 
wasn't jealous, just happy for her friend.

The raised ass in front of her was a deep red from the 
lashing.  Karin had gradually worked from the top of her 
ass downwards and the last strokes had terrorized the 
exposed slit with punishing contact.  It pooched out from 
between the widespread legs, begging for attention.  As it 
had lashed across her labia, the belt had pounded the butt 
of the plastic vibrator deep into the mouth of her uterus.  
Sandi stiffened as she suffered this new experience.  No 
man had reached so deep inside her.

Karin stepped up behind her bound lover.  She traced the 
crimson stripes of her own design with her sharp 
fingernail.  The light touch on the sensitized skin felt 
like a branding iron to Sandi.  She felt the plastic dildo 
being pulled out of her twat.  She felt abandoned empty 
without it’s filling presence.

She sobbed uncontrollably.  She was broken, beaten.  She 
would do anything, suffer anything for her lover.  This 
girl, this naïve, innocent, devious, adorable, young 
country girl had broken the sexual will of this 
sophisticated, worldly, experienced detective with a simple 
rope trick.  

Sandi didn't notice or react when Karin placed the tip of 
the large vibrator against the virginal anal ring.  It 
never occurred to her that Karin would attempt to penetrate 
that opening.  For all her supposed experience, Sandi had 
never taken it up the ass.  None of her male suitors had 
dared suggest it, nor probed it with their finger.  Hell, 
she carried a gun and knew how to use it.

The beating had numbed and relaxed her anal muscles.  Each 
stinging blow had caused a clenching of the sphincter and 
the poor thing was just plain tired.  The smooth tip of the 
plastic probe slipped past the tired sentinel with ease, 
unnoticed by the delirious woman.

When Karin switched the vibrator on full speed, Sandi 
jerked in her bonds as if electrocuted.  Karin applied a 
firm pressure and the thick shaft slid up her back chute, 
stuffing her in a most unfamiliar manner.  Unfamiliar, butt 
not entirely unpleasant.

Sandi babbled behind the gag.  Her words, if not muffled, 
would have been totally incoherent, anyway.  Karin 
monitored her progress carefully and pushed her just a 
little higher.  She worked the dildo in and out of the 
clasping orifice.  With each inward thrust she could feel 
Sandi’s rectum accepting the shaft, until finally it felt 
as if she were sucking it into herself.

Karin stood up.  She swung the thin belt she had used 
before in a firm, but not too harsh, arc and caught her 
right breast on the right side, down around the bottom 
swells.  The end of the belt curled around the resilient 
orb and slapped into the tender flesh in the deep valley 
between the two mounds.  Sandi was beyond caring.  She 
noted the new source of pain in her subconscious memory and 
surrendered to the mounting tension in her cunt.  She 
didn't care anymore about anything except the coming 
release of sexual tension within her.  Further battering of 
her breasts left them striped like red and white round 
hemispheres.  The last two stripes crossed each erect 
nipple.

Karin watched her friend struggle towards her erotic 
conclusion.  She hesitated to finish her off the way she 
wanted to.  Sandi would never have agreed to this if she 
had known ahead of time.  Which was a very good reason why 
she was tied down and gagged.  

She took a deep breath to calm her own excitement.  This 
side of the ropes was good, to, but not as good as the 
other for Karin.  She carefully measured her swing.  She 
took a practice swing.  It couldn’t be too hard or it would 
injure the delicate tissues, but too soft wouldn’t be 
enough of a shock to push her over the precipice.  She took 
another practice swing.  That was about right, but it was 
still a guess.  This was her first time on this end of the 
whip.  She took a deep breath and held it.  

SNAP!

Karin held her breath still, waiting.  

Sandi went motionless for several seconds.  Rigid.  

Karin's heart sank.  It had been too hard!  Oh, damn!  She 
started to rush to her friend's side when Sandi began to 
vibrate, twitching from her toenails to her hair follicles.  
The vibration became a shudder.  The whole bed began to 
shake with the force of her cum.

Karin quickly applied another blow to the seared tender 
flesh of Sandi's cunt, bringing the blow up from underneath 
to slap the entire surface area of the intimate area.  This 
tissue was not intended to take this kind of abuse and the 
second shock to her system pushed Sandi faster down the 
slippery slope of orgasmic ecstasy.  The tip of the belt 
had flattened the throbbing exposed clit.  Sandi’s system 
went on overload.

The second blow had been enough.  Sandi fainted dead away, 
although her body continued to shake and spasm in orgasm 
for minutes after she was unconscious.  It was a release 
she sorely needed.  She would never again scoff at those 
who gravitated towards bondage and pain for their sexual 
preferences.

Karin carefully untied her unconscious friend.  She eased 
the dildo from her sucking ass and wiped the plastic shaft 
clean with a damp cloth.  She laid her gently on the bed 
and went into the bathroom to draw a steaming hot bath.

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