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The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life #12
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LINDA'S EPIC ADVENTURES IN LIFE
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Part 2 - Chapter 5
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A VISIT TO MISTRESS MARLA'S "CASTLE" AND ELSEWHERE
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Paul sat in the dark corner booth in the back of the Lounge and
watched Linda's hiusband and his friends over in the seats at the
bar.....one of which was his favorite seat when Linda was dancing.
As he surveyed the scene and took note of the burly construction
types with Johnny, he saw the dark haired statuesque woman in the
black leather outfit come out of the dancers' dressing room. She
walked brisquely across the back of the Lounge room and
approached Paul's booth purposefully.
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"Hi, Paul! I'm Marla. Linda tells me that you and I have a
'mutual interest' in her."
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"Oh? While you're sitting down, how about explaining that?"
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"I have a better idea, Paul. How about you and I taking a walk
outside and a short ride so I can show you some things I think
you might be interested in.....just show, Paul...JUST SHOW!!!"
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"What do you have in mind, Marla. I'd sort of like to stay here
and watch Linda dance."
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"We can do that later, Paul. I promised Linda I'd drive you over
to my place and show you something she and I own together."
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"Such as?"
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"I don't want to talk about it here Paul.....drink up and let's go...
.....I told Linda we'd be back in an hour or two.......by then
the 'little, smug asshole' and his rowdy buddies will be gone....I
hope!", Marla said, tilting her head toward the bar and Johnny and
his friends.
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Downing his J&B on the rocks and leaving a five on the table,
Paul got up and followed Marla from the back of the Lounge out
through the front door.
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Marla turned toward him when they were outside and extended her
right hand, saying, "I'm MISTRESS MARLA, Paul.....MASTER PAUL.....
.....and it appears that Linda.......SLAVE LINDA....is our shared
'charge' and mutual 'plaything'".
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Paul looked into her cold, calculating face and deep and even colder
cat green eyes,......and then he smiled and said, "Well I'll be damned!
So Linda has a MISTRESS, does she?".
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"Uh, Huh.....a DAMN GOOD ONE, Paul....MASTER PAUL! Let's take
your car, shall we? We're going to my place."
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They walked over to the Lincoln Town Car, parked in the back of
the lot, where Paul opened the door for Marla and she got in and
smiled up at him as he closed the door.
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After he got into the car, started it and had driven out of the
shopping center parking lot, Marla said "Linda is really 'thunderstruck'
by you, MASTER PAUL. She's thinking about little else but you
lately, big, mean, Master!"
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"Yah, I kinda gathered that was the case, Marla....MISTRESS
MARLA! And I also have a feeling that hubby has gotten the
'message' somehow, also?"
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"You're right; he has! Linda generally tells him everything, ONE
WAY OR ANOTHER......almost always. He's good at getting it out of
her, Paul."
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"Mind telling me 'how' and 'why'?"
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"No, not at all. She either tells him or when he finds out by
himself, those guys who were with him tonight take Linda
downstairs in their basement and strap her into what Johnny
refers to as 'Linda's fucking machine', after which they take
turns ass and cunt fucking her while she sucks another one of
them off. Johnny watches. I have a key to their house. After we
get done at my place we'll take a drive over to their house and
I'll show you it and explain how it works. Before they strap her
into the 'machine', Johnny always makes her dance for them and
strip naked in preparation for the machine. That sometimes can
go on for and hour before they get around to 'saddling up'.
Linda says she hates it because it's so demeaning and they're so
rough with her.......but I think other wise, Paul."
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Paul sat there behind the wheel and mulled over what Marla had
just told him. He had suspected that Johnny was a little, shall
we say, 'unusual', but the son of a bitch was turning out to be a
14 karat shit! "Fucking Machine, eh?" Paul thought to himself. "I
wonder how often that happens to her?" he said out loud.
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"Not very often, Paul......she really does HATE it....the whole
sick scene........but only because it's in their home and because
Tamara is almost always there when they take 'mommy' to the
basement and lock the basement door. Tamara can hear them in the
basement but she can't see what they are doing. She asks Linda
lots of questions about it, though...later."
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"That's SICK, Marla!"
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"Uh, Huh....I agree....but that's the "price" Linda's going to
pay for messing with you every time Johnny catches her at it and
she hasn't told him about it."
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"Has she told him yet?"
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"Nope!"
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"Think she will?"
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"Nope!"
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"Think he'll find out?"
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"Yup! He suspects something NOW! But he's not sure. He brought
those rowdy sons a bitches with him tonight to the Lounge to
'remind' her a bit. She's a wreck. Especially since she saw you
in there when they came in. I agreed to get you out of there so
she wouldn't be tempted to dance in any special way like she's
been doing for you lately."
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"You know about THAT, Marla? How?"
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"I was in the Lounge one night when you two were 'going at it'
hot and heavy and saw the, shall we say, 'attraction' between you.
I can't say that I either approve or disapprove. Right now I'm a
little jealous about it all."
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"I don't think I even have to comment on that 'jealous' thing, do
I, Marla?"
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"Nope! But I'm going to fix that, TONIGHT, so we are sort of
'partners' instead of competitors, MASTER PAUL (with emphasis).
That way, I can cover for her all the time because Johnny
approves of ME and she can always say she's at my place. He knows
she has to have what she has to have. He just wants only certain 'types'
giving it to her. You don't qualify, Paul. Not in Johnny's book
you don't!"
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"Why's that?"
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"You're male, pal. No male messes with her without
permission....except the Lounge Crowd.......and then only because
Johnny has aspirations of becoming a mafiosa type.....that and
the fact that he's scared shitless of them. He'll let that
'ride'. But you? NO WAY, JOSE'!!! If he finds out, she'll spend
the night in the basement getting screwed half to death while he watches.
Over and over again. And she knows its coming if she gets
'caught' with you."
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"Well I'll be Goddamned! No wonder she's been so damn skittish and
half in a panic. She NEVER told ME!!!"
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"No, and she probably still won't....that's why you and I are
going for this ride.....so you know the 'score' and play it
'safe' for her sake."
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"'Safe' meaning I quit seeing her and 'playing with her', Marla?"
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"No way.........MASTER Paul!!!! No fuckin way! She made her
choice the first time she saw you in that crumby Lounge. She just
wants you to understand the 'score' and not take stupid chances
that will get her half fucked to death again."
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"It's happened before, I take it?"
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"Yup, a few times. Not many, but a few. She got it because of me."
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"I thought you said he didn't mind WOMEN messing with her?"
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"He doesn't......as long as she tells him before she does
it....she forgot that little detail in my case....and got worked
over for two nights and a day. They started on her at 3AM on a
Saturday morning and kept it up until 8AM Sunday Morning. Then
Johnny made her take Tamara to church down the street at 10AM."
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"Real cute.....real damn cute! The guy must be a real son of
bitch, Marla?"
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"He is THAT....but he loves her in his own way."
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"What's Linda got to say about all this?"
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"Not much......Johnny has pulled her out of some real
jams.....she loves him in a wierd sort of way.....but she gets
really sick of his grab ass tactics and all of his crooked
dealing and stuff....on top of the basement sessions."
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"I take it she's a 'sex object' or 'show piece' for him with his
friends and that he's into some illegal stuff?"
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"Uh, huh....he runs drugs....little shit......and he steals quite
a bit. And, DEFINITELY, Johnny 'shows Linda off' to all his buddies.
He calls her "his own private, toothless, dancing whore' in
front of them. She hates THAT most of all...especially when he
starts grabbing her ass, petting her crotch or squeezing her tits
in front of them."
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"Hummmmmm, I see.........has she got any way of getting out of
all that shit, Marla?"
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"Yup....she sure does! You're looking at half of her 'out' and the
other half you look at every morning in the mirror!"
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"I somehow was afraid that was what you were going to say. Why me
and why you?"
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"First, Linda can 'get her rocks off' playing with you and me.
She doesn't have to 'go hunting' any more or run away from
'home'. Second, she thinks she just might be able to get out of
the Lounge and get an honest job if she tries, though I doubt
that like hell. She can't type, can't take shorthand and she
doesn't have a high school diploma. Getting a GOOD job will be
damn tough for her to do, given that set of problems. And, Third,
she thinks that because you are, shall we say 'well to do', you
might be able to help her by giving her advice, perhaps loaning
her a few bucks and helping her get a GOOD job."
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Paul sat and let the words run around in his head for a while.
"had, again!" he thought. Before he could say it....though he
probably wasn't going to say it to Marla, Marla said:
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"Those are my words and my analyses, Paul. Linda won't tell you
any of that and won't ask you. But I think I know her well enough
to know what she's hoping for from you. If you can't 'deliver' on
points two and three she's still going to take point one and
enjoy it for all it's worth....which, in her case, is a lot....a
real bunch."
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"Hummmmmm, and if I don't come across with points two and three
I'm no better than her Goddamn husband....RIGHT, Marla?"
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"You said it, pal....I didn't! And Linda will never say it....but
she may, eventually, think it!"
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"Thanks....I needed that! A whole bunch, Marla."
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"Yah, well need or not, you got it.....turn here and pull in the
drive next to the big stone house with the turrets.....drive all
the way back to the attached garage....I've got the garage door
opener in my purse."
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Paul did as she said, noting that these were old, turn of the
century houses in a special part of town, which was pretty run
down but on the agenda of a few civic organizations and the city
to become a classic "remodeling and restoration" area for
"historical homes". As he drove the Lincoln up into the drive and
toward the garage he marveled at the pure size and masonry work
of 'Marla's House'. "This your place, Marla?", he asked.
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"Yup....me and the damn bank........like it?"
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"I love it! It has class and character!"
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Laughing, Marla pulled the garage door opener out of her purse
and hit the button while saying "That ain't all you're going to
'love' about this place, M-A-S-T-E-R PAUL (long heavy emphasis)!
The 'inside' of my 'castle' every bit lives up to the promises it
makes on the outside.....IF YOU ARE AN INQUISITOR OR A WILLING
PROSPECTIVE VICTIM OF THE INQUISITION....A TRUE
SLAVE.....ESPECIALLY A FEMALE SLAVE!!!"
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Paul let that ride as the car rolled into the garage and he
braked to a stop. The garage door closed behind them with a soft
'thud'. Marla got out of the car and started to walk around to
his side as he shut off the engine, put the car in park and set
the brake. She opened the door and bowed at the waist, saying:
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"WELCOME,......MASTER PAUL........TO MISTRESS MARLA'S CASTLE OF
TORTURE AND PAIN.......THE BEST KEPT SECRET IN TOWN AMONG SUBMISSIVES!
You are the FIRST MALE.....MASTER.....to enter this gray stone
container of screams and moans.........follow me!"
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Marla walked over to a long sloping ramp leading into what seemed
to be the basement of the house......a ramp that had an I-Beam
trolley above it from the garage down into the basement.......a
beam system that ended about at the back door of Paul's Lincoln.
He followed her down the ramp to a huge wooden door that was
swinging open, seemingly all on it's own. As they walked through
the open door a second door a few feet ahead began to open as the
one behind swung shut with a very final 'thump'.
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As the second door moved sideways, sliding on apparent rollers,
Paul heard a faint, quivering voice begin begging plaintively:
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"Oh, please MISTRESS...........PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!! It hurts
SSSSOOOO MMMUUUCCCHHH!!!! PPPPPLLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE!!!!
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As Paul's eyes became accustomed to the glowing infrared like
light he saw a white X-Shaped form in the middle of the
room....the source of the pleas........quivering in mid-air.
There, before his adjusting eyes, hung a well built, sweating,
blonde haired woman....an obvious 'victim' of Mistress Marla'a
'attentions', suspended from blocklike objects that enclosed her
wrists and hands. She was spread hugely open by similar block like
objects that encased her feet and ankles. From the nipple on each
breast a wire angled upward over a two small pulleys and then downward
to what looked like small and numerous weights attached to the end
of the wire. A huge shaft of some sort angled up from the floor
and into the split cheeks of the pleading blonde slave's behind
where it was obviously buried in her rectum to the hilt and held
her somewhat back so she was impaled and stretching against the
shaft in a forward direction. The nipple wires had a similar
effect, but in the opposite direction....forward.
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Marla strode forward to the tortured blonde and slipped a black
leather gloved hand into her spread, empty and wet pussy.....
....wet, Paul could see, from the faint red beads of light around
it. "You may 'hurt', bitch.......but you are also enjoying it....
......AREN'T YOU.....SLAVE WHORE??? AREN'T YOU???? BITCH!!!!"
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The quivering voice gasped "yyyyeeeessss, MISTRESS........I LOVE it!"
"I LOVE YOU, MISTRESS!"
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As his eyes became still more accustomed to the glowing red
light, Paul saw the red stripes all over the body and limbs of
the quivering blonde slave stretched and impaled and sweating
before his eyes. Her thighs and belly and breasts were
particularly and heavily striped. As Paul strode around the
suspended, spread and impaled beauty....and she was THAT...a REAL
BEAUTY......he saw that her head back position was caused by a
strong black strap running from a large ring into which her long
hair had been braided downward to encircle the shaft that split
her ass cheeks and back up to attach to the ring in her hair.
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The blonde shivered and moaned loudly as Marla continued to play
with her pussy with one hand and to slap her stretched breasts
with the other gloved hand.
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"Well....MASTER PAUL (with vehement exclaimation)? How do you
like my 'torture chamber' and my latest 'learning slave'? Hummmm?"
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"How long's she been suspended that way, MARLA?", Paul asked.
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"MISTRESS MARLA!!!!" She sneered back. "HERE, I AM SUPREME AND I
AM........MISTRESS........IN FRONT OF A SLAVE.....MY SLAVE.....
.....MASTER PAUL (same vicious tone)!!!!"
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"Ok.......how long?"
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"Just since I left for the Lounge.....about an hour
ago......she's just getting 'warmed up', Master Paul.......she
can take a lot more than this....AND WANTS IT.....don't you, bitch?"
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A faint "yes mistress" gurgled from the upturned quivering face
and head, followed by a low rising groan and then a wild begging scream.
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As Paul walked all the way around the suspended, sweating blonde
slave he realzed that she was actually standing in the blocks
that encased her feet and ankles and was not genuinely suspended
by her hands and wrists. He bent down and examined the blocks and
saw that they were mounted on pipe stanchions, actually hydraulic
ram arms coming out of steel cylinders in the floor. He stood up
and looked at the hand and wrist encasing blocks and realized
that they, similarly, were attached to the same sort of hydraulic
steel ram arms coming down from the ceiling and hydraulic tubes
up there. The sweating, now screaming slave was anchored but not
suspended at the ends of the four inventive shining steel pistons.
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"You like those 'little beauties'....MASTER PAUL? I suspect
Linda has told you about those things and the custom casted
rubber hand and foot blocks that Alex's friends used on her and
her 'sisters' in Mexico, hasn't she?"
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"No, as a matter of fact, she hasn't."
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"Get her to tell you THAT tale some day, MASTER PAUL....it'll make
your balls shrivel up and your cock spit for a week!!! I can't
believe she hasn't told you about the castle down in Mexico and
the "Training Ampitheater"............where these little
hydraulic gems were the focal point of the place and the reason
why literally hundreds of otherwise normal women agreed to do
ANYTHING their MASTERS asked of them once they'd watched one of
their 'SISTERS' 'treated' to a 'session' in the 'Ram Pit'. Oh,
well....she probably will get around to telling you some day.
Ingenuous, aren't they?" she asked as she reached over a flicked
something with her right hand.
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The shaft stuffed between the blonde's ass cheeks slipped
downward toward the floor and came out of her rectum with a 'pop'.
Another few flicks of the right hand and the lower rams moved
downward toward the floor and the upper ones rose toward the
ceiling as the now bucking and screaming naked blond slave
begged and pleaded and literally screamed her lungs out.
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As Paul watched, the red tinted beads of sweat increased in
number and the screams nearly deafened him.....and the rams moved
slowly upward and downward, pulling the sagging, bucking slave
into an upright and stretched 'X' position with the now freed
head shaking violently back and forth in a wild body language
expression of the screaming "no's" echoing around the 'torture
chamber'.
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The arms and legs stretched taut and the strain was evident.
With each passing second the white, sweating, stretched body
became more rigid and stretched. And then the rams stopped.
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"You fucking bitch...........you whore!!!!...........this is
NOTHING....nothing at all!!! Tonight you will know waht REAL PAIN
is, my pretty slave!!!! REAL PAIN!!! Here, MASTER PAUL (same
sneering tone), make the bitch 'appreciate' a MASTER'S TOUCH!",
as Marla threw him a leather cat of nine tails that had obviously
been used before on the stretched, screaming slave.
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Paul cringed at the thought of whipping this stretched column of
pure pain and suffering.....and Marla sneered "what's wrong, MASTER?
Afraid to 'HURT' the bitch? DO IT.....she LOVES IT!!! DO IT!!!"
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He walked behind the taut white sweating 'X' that was still
screaming wildly and lashed her across the cheeks of her ass.
The screams rose and then 'broke' into a strangled, gasping sound.
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"AGAIN!!!! And this time....HARDER and CONTINUOUSLY........WHIP
HER FROM HER SHOULDERS TO HER KNEES.....THEN BETWEEN THE LEGS!!!
And listen to her......LISTEN.....CAREFULLY!!!!"
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Paul resumed the whipping, lashing sideways and continuously from
the knees up to the shoulders and back down.........trying not to
hit too hard but still be convincing.........Marla strode around
the now hoarse and gurgling slave, snatched the cat out of Paul's
hand and began laying the whip on with what seemed like all her
strength.....the screams came back and rose higher and higher....
.....until, finally, with a quick upward slash, Marla shot the
nine tails straight up between the blonde screamer's wide spread legs
and repeated the process five more times in quick succession.
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The screams abruptly stopped on about the third stroke between
the outstretched legs and the almost totally hoarse voice lowly
pleaded:
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"Ohhhhhh, yyyyyyeeeeessssss MMMMMIIIISSSSTTTTRRRREEEESSSSSS......
.......MMMMMMOOOOORRRRRREEEEEEE........YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!"
and continued onward as the last three were delivered up the
spread wet valley to splat across the quivering belly.....and
when the last of the six had been delivered.....the.......low
voice rose in pitch and intensity and begged for STILL MORE....
......"MMMMMOOOOORRRRREEEEEEE, MMMMIIISSSTTTTRRRREEEESSSSS.....
.....Don't stop NOW, MISTRESS.......PPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE??????
I'm cummming.......now mistress......please more.......please...."
and then died away to soft sobs.
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"See,......MASTER (sneeringly, again)? She loves it and she wants
MORE....much more! Would you like to 'finish her'? Hummmmmm?"
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Marla walked around to the control column for the rams and
flicked the switches......the upper rams began to move downward
as the arms moved backward and the shiny shafts began to angle
ever so slightly........the process continued until the still
stretched and quivering, sobbing blonde slave was angled at
about forty five degrees, backward and then Marla released the
switches. She walked around to Paul and thrust her hand between
his legs and felt him......"You're ready.....fuck her.....go
ahead and fuck her while I finish her off......."
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Paul walked around in front of the sobbing, sweating, stretched
blonde slave and unbuckled and unzipped his pants and dropped
them to the floor, followed by his boxer shorts. Stepping out of
them he strode forward and without otherwise touching the spread
sobbing woman he thrust himself deep into her and began fucking her.
Marla began, simmultaneously, whipping her wire stretched breasts
and nipples...........methodically but not savagely, this time...
.....the sobbing ceased and low, keening scream of pure pleasure
arose from the quivering vocal cords and gurgled forth from the
open, gasping mouth.
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As Paul plunged in an out of the wet, slurping sucking hole he
began to feel it contract and release him with each stroke and
then after about a dozen strokes with the 'cat' he felt the
muscles in the slave's cunt tighten down on him and heard the
wild screams and moans of a total orgasm take over. The orgasm
continued, along with the whip strokes across the breasts and
nipples as he sawed in and out of the tightening pussy to a
climax and shot the climaxing blonde slave full of cum......
......he continued for several minutes afterward, fucking the
moaning and satisfied still orgasming slave........still feeling
her muscles gripping him tightly.....and then pulled out and
backed away..........which brought another long string of pleas
and begging and moaning for Mistress Marla to make him "fuck me"
........until they died away into a gurgling moan.
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Paul retrieved his shorts and pants and redressed. Marla came
around beside him and put her hand on his shoulder.
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"Satisfied, MASTER PAUL? You could fuck her for hours on end that
way and I could whip her tits off and she'd still beg for more
and keep coming.........she wasn't always that way.....but after
a little training on my part........she developed a very high
tolerance for pain and a very strong 'need' to be climaxed
continuously. Normally, I use a dildo on her and plug her ass
with another one while I simmultaneously whip her. Neat, huh?"
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She flicked the switches and the blonde moved back into the
position she was in when Paul walked into this 'torture chamber'
in the basement of an old victorian castle of a house. Marla
replaced the shaft in the blonde's ass and drew the head backward
with the strap. She walked over to the dangling nipple weights
and added to them so the nipples stretched upward abnd forward
even more. Paul watched it all and watched his cum dribble out of
the still contracting pussy and down the profusely sweating
blonde's legs.
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"How long are you going to leave her that way, Mistress Marla?"
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"All night and part of tommorrow...........when we bring Linda
back here later tonight, they can keep each other
company.....perhaps even sing a few duettes for us before the
night's over.....eh?"
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Paul shivered, just thinking about Linda going through this and
perhaps more, but he said nothing. Marla took him on a guided
tour of the dungeon or torture chamber as she called it and
showed him literally dozens of devices and 'systems' designed
specifically and exclusively for the 'torturing' of the female
of the species. The collection was unbelieveable and so were the
restraints....all made of black leather, softened with linseed
oil and supple. Then Marla took him to a corner of the room and
flip a wall switch and showed him a hoisting mechanism consisting
of a cable and hook that allowed her to move a bound slave
upward or downward from floor to floor in the three story
victorian castle like home, complete with trap doors on each
floor. He listened as she explained that she had borrowed that
idea, also, from Linda's description of Master Chrfis' setup in
Parkersburg. This time, Paul lied and said he knew about THAT.
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They went upstairs and Marla gave him a tour of the otherwise
normal looking house.............except, for the trap doors, or so
it seemed. After she had worked him all the way up to the Master
Bedroom and shown him that, she asked him:
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"Would you believe that there are presently nine.....count em....NINE
slaves in this house besides the one you fucked in the basement?"
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He shook his head 'no' and Marla walked over to a set of wall
switches and knobs on a panel by the huge king sized bed. She
flicked the switch and the bed rose slowly upward and began to
rotate until the underside, rotating up toward him, revealed a
petite naked brunette strapped eloquently and tightly to the
underside, fully gagged, blindfolded and quivering in her
stringent bondage. Marla pointed downward at the floor under the
bed as the mattress and box springs completed their 'flip'
leaving the bound little beauty face upward. There, on the floor,
beneath the bed, were what looked like two breast cups and a
strange looking thing about where the brunette's pussy would be
when she was face down under the bed against the floor. Marla
walked back to the switch and played with the controls. Shafts
rose and rotated and pistoned back and forth from the pussy
centered device.....and the rims of the breast cups contracted
as small needle like devices appeared from nowhere all along the
interior surface of the cups.
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"This is how I amuse myself and prepare my 'nightcap' before I go
to sleep, Master Paul!" She flipped the switches and rotated the
small brunette slave strapped to the bed back into her orginal position
and gave a couple of the switches a slight flick and a little
twist on several knobs. Paul heard a low gurgling sound coming
from under the bed. "May as well start warming the bitch up for later!
You may get horney when we get back here with Linda!"
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As they walked back through each room, Marla, through the
flipping of switches and rotating of knobs, disclosed eight more
naked, bound, gaged and blindfolded slaves, all female and all
uniquely imprisoned in what looked like a very "normal"
house.....room by room. One of them was in a state of exhaustion
because Marla had left her dildo's running at high speed and her
breast stimulators and nipple suckers running the same
way.....she was totally fucked out and limp. He helped Marla take
her out of the contraption and put her on the hoist that sent her
to the basement, which it turned out, had several 'holding cells'
that were padded on all the walls, ceiling a floor. When they got
back to the basement, Marla carried the exhausted slave to a pure
white padded cell, laid her on the floor and slammed and locked
the door.
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Paul couldn't resist........he had to ask her........"are all
these lovely ladies here of their own free will and accord,
Marla....or are you holding them captive?"
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Only the blonde on the 'rams' is here, kind of against her will.
Her lover, the brunette under the bed upstairs, brought her to me
for, shall we say, 'training'. She wanted a submissive 'partner'
she could watch submitting and make love to knowing that she had
the same desires and needs. I obliged."
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"And the blonde (glancing over at the suspended, ram held still
dripping sweating slave in the center of the basement 'torture room')
is about 'ready', I presume?"
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"Oh hell no! But now I can let the two of em go 'home' and
they'll come back when I call them or if they want to 'play' with
me. But she is a long way from being submissive enough. That will
take weeks and maybe months more......for her to get to where
Linda is, for example."
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"And where, pray tell, IS Linda in this thing? Just how far along
is she."
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Marla grinned at Paul and said "You mean you don't KNOW? You
really don't know, Paul? Linda is the STAR ATTRACTION in my STABLE.
You could punish her to death and she'd love it.........put her
in the rams, for example, and pull her apart......and all she'd
do is cum til she died. She is the 'model' and the instigator of
all this......AND, SHE IS THE ONE WHO DESIGNED MOST OF THIS STUFF
FOR ME."
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Paul shook his head and asked, "How in the hell could you afford
all this stuff? It had to cost tens of thousands of dollars."
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"It did....INDEED....IT DID!!! But, I had a rich family.......my
mother and father were wealthy as shit......until the day they
died in a plane crash. As the only child, I got it all. To
supplement the investments I have from that inheritance, I
occasionally take on an 'errant young lady', and a few older
ones, who, for various reasons, need training and taught to be
properly submissive. It pays VERY VERY WELL, Paul.......Excellent!
That's how I did it and continue to do it."
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"Aren't you afraid of somehow, shall we say, 'getting caught'."
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"Not really. I trained some cops' wives and girl friends. WELL!
Gave em back a submissive woman that would fuck em and suck em
for hours on end and play 'bondage games' with em til hell
freezes over. The 'ladies' and their husbands or boy friends
don't know where this place is and have never seen the road to it
or away from it. Later tonight, I'll show you how I do that using
Linda. The trolley from the garage to the cellar is a small part
of it. That's why I wanted your car instead of mine, tonight, Paul.
Here, help me carry this thing back up to the car.....I don't
want to fuck with the trolley....we're late as it is, partner!"
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And with that, they picked up a strange 'trays and spreader rods'
device and lugged it out of the basement torture room and up to
the car where Marla placed it in the center of the back seat of
the Lincoln. They got in the car and Marla opened the garge door
as Paul backed out and down the drive to the street, heading for
Linda's house, as Marla had promised. As they drove away, Paul
asked Marla, "Am I the first man to ever see your 'slave castle',
Marla?"
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"No....but you are the first one to know where, exactly, it's
located and the first to see, almost everything in it."
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"Almost?"
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"Later, MASTER PAUL.....LATER......you'll get to see it ALL! That
I promise. That's what Linda wants. She wants to be there when
you do. I don't think you could quite handle the few things I
didn't show you unless she was there, demonstrating them for you.
She is only one of three submissives who can tolerate that much,
shall we say, 'submission', to make it palatable, eh?"
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Paul shivered and drove on toward Linda and Johnny's house,
wondering what the hell he had really gotten into by messing with
Linda. He was sure he would find out before the night was
over....damn sure of it!
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As he drove across the south end of town in the Lincoln Town Car
with Marla on board, Paul reflected on the facts about Linda he
presently knew for sure. He was beginning to see a pattern to
the people Linda "played with" and had recognized Linda's
skillful hands and wild submissive's imagination in all that he
saw at Marla's "Castle". The equipment and layouts were indicative
of things he had heard straight from Linda's mouth while she was
"flying" bound down on his lap. He knew, absolutely KNEW, that
Marla's place had been designed and perhaps built by the "chief
submissive" in Marla's "stable", NOT MARLA. And he had a
suspicion that what he was about to see at Linda's home would be
no different in that respect.
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Paul wheeled the big car around the turn onto Linda's street and
park across the street and six houses beyond, just to be safe.
Marla got out and walked across the street, down six houses and
up onto the front door. She rang the bell and waited....a long
time. No answer. She fumbled with her purse and took out a key
which she used to let herself in. A few minutes later she came
out on the porch and waved to Paul to come in with her.
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Paul got out of the car, locked the doors and shut them and then
walked down the street and into the house behind Marla. As he
entered he noted that the place was only "so-so" comfort wise and
not very well kept up. Marla guided him to the kitchen and down
through a door and a steep set of rickety stairs to the basement
which she had lighted somewhat, by turning on the stair light switch.
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"OK, sit down in the 'MASTER'S CHAIR', MASTER PAUL and let me
demonstrate Linda's special 'misbehaving' punishment room for you".
She walked to a panel on the wall and flipped a switch and a set
of colored lights came on and illuminated a dancer's platform at
the far end of the room. Carpeted, canoped and with four side poles
of some substance, one on each corner, running floor to ceiling.
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"This is where Linda 'entertains' Johnny's 'friends' and her
punishment sex machine types, Master Paul. Johnny has her start
fully clothed the moment they bring her down here, dancing on the
stage. As she gets going, he has her shed all her clothes and
dance for the guys to get both her and them horney and worked up.
She knows better than to refuse, because if she does refuse, she
gets bound to THIS and dry fucked for starters!!!"
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A spotlight came on and illuminated a rather huge, black, leather
covered 'saw horse' in the center of the room. Like a carpenter's
saw horse only bigger and specially made......leather covered
with straps in various places. Two pairs of legs were adjustable up and
down, and stuck out at 45 degree angles from the top at both ends
down to the floor. Marla had him get up and come look at the device,
closely, as she explained it. Paul didn't think it need
explaining but he listened.
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"They put Linda on the top of this thing, face down, her head
sticking over this end and her ass hanging off the back. Her arms
and legs are buckled down on the legs and the big wide leather
strap in the middle is tightened down over her back to secure her
to the top horizontal 'bar', but it really isn't needed and
neither are the arm straps, Master Paul." And with that
statement, Marla took a pair of two to three foot long slender stainless
steel rods down from the wall and slid them through holes in the
top horizontal piece or bar at the back and the front, crossways,
and then she stood back.
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"The front rod is passed through Linda's nipple rings and through
the top of the "horse". The back rod is passed through two of
Linda's four cunt rings and through the horse. Once 'in place',
there is no way in the world she can get off the horse until
someone withdraws the two rods. You will note the small holes in
each side of the rod at the edge of the 'horse'?"
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"Yes, Marla, I see them", Paul replied.
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"These small pad locks are passed through the holes in each rod
on either side of the horse so that LINDA cannot withdraw the
rods when her arms are not strapped to the legs. Neat, huh?"
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Paul did not respond.
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"Once she's, shall we say, 'attached', she can move her legs and
arms and head all she wants, but she cannot get up until
'someone' unlocks and withdraws the rods. It's ingenious and
terrifyingly EFFECTIVE. She is restrained by her sex organs only
and does not dare try to get off or to move her body to any extent.
She simply has to lay there and accept whatever happens to her,
and A LOT 'HAPPENS'.....believe me it does!", Marla exclaimed
with a 'hiss'.
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"I'll bet it does," Paul said lowly and quietly almost under his breath.
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"If Johnny ever catches Linda messing with you, before she tells
him about you (and she won't tell him, Paul, that I
KNOW!).....he'll walk into the Lounge some night with his buddies
from the job and after she's through dancing they will hustle her
out to the car and bring her down here. When she's been made to
dance to a nude and aroused state after some 'hits' of Marijuana,
and maybe other shit, they'll lift her off the stage, lay her
over this baby, slip the rods in and lock em, and then 'go at
her' all night long and all the next day.....continuously.....three
and four at a time......while Johnny watches........mouth, ass,
cunt, armpits, hands.........the whole scene.........fucking her
continuously until she's exhausted and then some more and some
more and still more!"
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"How in the hell do you know so much about this Marla? Hummmm?",
Paul querried her.
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"Because, a couple of times, Johnny invited me to watch the 'show'!"
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"That's 'sick', Marla!!!"
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"Ummm, Hummmm.....and it's also FUN! The bitch hates this place
but when she's wound up and running she 'performs' beautifully
and continuously, taking everything they dish out and screaming
for more until they 'overdo' it which they always do."
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Marla withdrew the rods and put them back and then shut off the
lights on the stage and the horse and motioned to Paul to follow her
back upstairs, where, when he was back in the kitchen, she
key-locked the basement door deadbolt. Paul followed her out of
the house and she locked the front door deadbolt, too.
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Later, as they drove back toward the lounge, Paul asked Marla,
"Do you honestly BELIEVE that Johnny 'invented, designed and
built' that basement punishment room, Marla? Do you really?"
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"NOPE!....I KNOW THAT LINDA DID!!! Does that surprise you?"
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"No, it sure doesn't! NOTHING about Linda surprises me. I KNOW
she COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY designed your place, didn't she?"
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"Uh, Huh....she sure did! And well, I might add! The 'lady' has
been 'around' and she knows how to develope fear and anticipation
in submissives, being perhaps the most submissive and fearful of
them ALL, Paul!"
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"Is all that stuff from her memories and past, Marla.....or is
it strictly a case of fantasy fullfillment?"
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"BOTH! I gather she has not told you ALL about her past, Paul,....correct?"
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"That's correct....but ENOUGH.......enough for me to recognize
some of the stuff at your place as well as in the basement back there."
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"Has she mentioned Alex or told you about what he did to her and how?"
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"She's mentioned him, yes......but no details yet! Why?"
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"Get her to tell you about him and the way he did her.......make
her tell you about where he took her in Mexico and what she saw
there......AND EXPERIENCED!!!! But make damn sure you can 'handle
it' before you get her going on that 'trip'. It's not very
'pretty' and if you aren't careful, she'll make you sick as hell
with that 'tale'......a true story, incidentally, from beginning to end!!!"
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"What's so sickening about it, Marla?"
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"You ask LINDA, Paul.....ASK HER!!!! Then decide for yourself
what's 'sick' about it!....understand?"
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"No, I don't....but I'll 'ask' her....pointedly, OK?"
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"Uh, Huh.....say, let's stop at the Chinese Restaurant and get
something to eat. I'm starved! You game?"
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"Yah"
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"You know how to get there?"
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"Yup......Linda and I were there earlier tonight!"
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Marla smiled at him, knowingly, and patted him on the right
shoulder, but said nothing.
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They stopped at the restaurant, ate two big dinners and
appetizers and about an hour and a half later drove back to the Lounge.
Marla left him in the Lincoln Town Car in the back of the parking
lot and went inside. It was about 2:00AM. About 2:25AM, Marla
came out of the Lounge front door with Linda following along
behind. As Paul watched them approach his car, he noticed that
Linda had her head lowered so her chin was on her chest and was
walking lock stepped and very submissively behind Marla, who
opened the back door of the Lincoln for Linda and pointed for her
to get in. Linda got in, sat down and said nothing as Marla shut
the door and walked around and got in through the opposite back door.
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"OK, MASTER PAUL......let's take our misbehaving, slave bitch to
my place!...........Don't turn the interior lights on, MASTER
PAUL...I have to get the bitch ready............OK, SLAVE...STRIP!!!!.....
....NOW......GET IT ALL OFF.......then get on your favorite
device in your favorite position.........," MARLA snarled out to Linda.
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Paul heard a long sigh followed by a weak "yes, Mistress" and
heard the rustling of clothes and then heard Linda moving around
in the back seat. He looked up into the mirror and saw her
kneeling on her knees, spread wide apart and placed in the two
tray like arrangements of the device Marla had helped him carry
out of the dungeon at her place and put on his back seat. Paul
heard the sound of leather straps being buckled down and the
sound made by a slave being ball gagged.......followed by low
moans and gurgles and the sound of hands moving over flesh....a
lot of such sounds.....and the moans grew deeper and more
pronounced as he drove toward Marla's place. When they entered
the driveway, Paul heard the garage door opener click in the back
seat and saw the doors rise. He drove in, parked the car, and
turned off the engine. Marla told him to get out and go around to
the back door on the other side, as the garage door lowered and
the lights in the garage came on in a dull red glow this time.
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Paul, trying to get accustomed to the low, faint red light,
opened the back door and looked inside. There, on his back seat,
knelt a gagged and securely bound, naked and quivering Linda,
'mounted' in the strange 'device' he and Marla had put into the
backseat earlier. Her legs were hugely spread, strapped together,
thigh to calf and strapped to a tray arrangement under each leg.
A wide leather strap running from the outside of one tray ran
over her back and presumably was buckled tightly down to the
other side. Linda had a 'trainer and gag' arrangement thrust in
her mouth and bridging her face and going over her head. A
leather strap pulled her head up and back because it was looped
through a ring in the top of the trainer and buckled through a
ring in the strap over her back. Thrusting out Linda's behind
were two buzzing dildos, one for each 'hole' and on her nipples
were a set of tightly screwed down nipple clamps. Linda was
moaning softly, sweating and trembling as Marla spoke to him:
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"OK, lift her up off the seat and help me get her out of the car
and up onto the trolley, MASTER PAUL.....we've got some 'work' to do
with her and we best be getting to it......SOON!", Marla hissed
at him.
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END OF PART TWO CHAPTER FIVE
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(Next: Marla puts Linda through her paces and Paul 'uses' Marla's
'Castle' and it's occupants as Linda shows Paul just how
'far' he COULD take her in her submissive 'flights'.)
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