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Behind the scenes of Melrose Place (ff, nc, bd, sm
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In article <[email protected]>, [email protected] (Adrhunt) wrote:
> MELROSE PLACE: VENGEANCE IS TWINE by Adrian Hunter
>
> Allison was beside herself with anger. She had long suspected
> that
> the private jokes between Billy and Amanda in the halls of D&D Advertising
>
> meant more than a casual relationship, but the explicit phone message she
> accidentally heard on Billy's machine was the final straw.
> Well, she certainly wasn't going to suffer in silence. The
> adulterous
> pair would pay dearly for their indiscretion.
> In the old days, she told herself, they would have been
> locked in the stockade and soundly whipped.
> Suddenly, she had a good idea how to make sure the punishment was
> worthy of their collective crime.
> It took a week for her to find everything she needed, but it was
> worth
> the effort and the expense. With an innocence worthy of a saint, she
> invited
> Amanda to spend a leisurely Saturday afternoon by the pool in the
> courtyard
> of their apartment complex.
> After they had sunned themselves, Allison asked her neighbor for
> an
> "extra-special favor."
> "Sure, Allison," Amanda responded, a little tipsy from the wine
> they
> had shared.
> "Well, this is kind of embarrassing," Allison lied. "But I want
> to try to
> patch things up with Billy. And, well . . . when we used to make love, he
>
> had been bugging me to try something, um, kinky."
> Amanda's eyes opened wide at the mention of her illicit lover.
> "He wants me to tie him up," Allison said with all the false
> modesty
> she could muster. "And I've never done anything like that before."
> This much was true, but she had certainly learned a lot at the
> adult
> bookstore specializing in "discreet toys for bad girls and boys" where she
> had
> spent the better part of a paycheck on the necessary accessories for her
> plan.
> "I don't want to do it wrong," Allison continued. "So I was
> wondering
> if you'd let me practice on you this afternoon."
> Amanda looked more than a little confused, Allison thought to
> herself.
> Does she know I know? The little bitch probably doesn't trust me, but
> she's
> afraid to say no and maybe give herself away.
> "Sh-sure, Allison," Amanda finally said as she plastered a fake
> smile
> on her pretty face. "Anything to help a friend."
> "Great, thanks, I really appreciate this," Allison said as she
> stood up.
> "Maybe we'd better go to the empty apartment in the back. We wouldn't
> want Billy to find out, would we?"
> "No, I guess not," Amanda said. "It would look pretty
> suspicious."
> The two women collected their things, walked to the back of the
> complex and entered the dark living room of the near-empty apartment.
> "Why don't you stand here in the middle of the room?" Allison
> replied
> nonchalantly as she sneaked a glimpse up at the hook in the ceiling she
> had
> installed earlier.
> As she moved, Allison could definitely see what Jake and Billy and
>
> just about every male on the planet found appealing about her. Her taut,
> muscular ass and well-proportioned chest were nicely accentuated by the
> tiny
> string bikini she was wearing. And that smile . . . Allison couldn't wait
> to
> wipe it off her face.
> Was her blonde hair real? Allison smiled inside as she realized
> she
> would soon find out.
> "Hold out your hands," Allison asked, trying hard not to be too
> commanding. "I think this is what you're supposed to do first."
> When Amanda complied, Allison began wrapping her wrists with the
> rope, taking care not to make the coils too tight, but knotting the ends
> securely to ensure that her new slave couldn't free herself.
> When Allison was finished, Amanda looked sheepishly at her bound
> hands.
> "They're not uncomfortable, are they?" Allison asked innocently.
> "No," Amanda replied as she tested her bonds. "It's kinda like
> when I
> used to play cowboys and Indians."
> "Do you think I'm doing it right?" Allison continued. "Tell me if
> you
> think I should do something different. I don't want to make a mistake
> with
> Billy tonight."
> "You're doing fine," Amanda said with a drunken giggle. "I think
> you're supposed to tie up my feet next."
> "Okay," Allison agreed as she knelt on the carpet next to Amanda's
>
> tanned, tawny legs. A few minutes later, her ankles were wrapped
> together.
> Amanda swayed slightly as she tested the confines of the rope.
> "Oh, I don't want you to fall over," Allison said with mock
> concern.
> "Here, hold out your hands again."
> Allison knotted a long piece of rope around Amanda's wrist bonds,
> then pulled over a chair and stood on its seat. Before her prisoner could
>
> react, her arms were stretched high over her head as she hung helplessly
> from the ceiling, her toes barely touching the cold concrete floor beneath
> her.
> "Hey!" Amanda exclaimed. "That hurts. Allison, what the hell do
> you
> think you're doing? Put me down."
> "I don't think so," Allison snapped. "In fact, if you don't shut
> up, I'll
> pull you up even higher and maybe tie a cinderblock to your feet."
> Amanda began to twist and turn in the air as she desperately tried
> to
> loosen the rope holding her off the ground.
> "This isn't funny," she said as she looked at Allison with obvious
> fear,
> "Neither was sleeping with Billy, Amanda," Allison replied, "And
> since you've been found guilty as charged, now it's time for you to serve
> out
> your sentence. Sorry, no possibility of parole."
> "Me, sleep with Billy? That's a laugh. No, Allison, you screwed
> up
> that relationship all by yourself. Don't keep blaming me for your
> personal
> problems. Why, if it wasn't for me, you'd still be . . ."
> "I think I've heard enough of your lies for today," Allison said
> as she
> walked behind Amanda's captive frame. "Quiet time for the little slut."
> Allison popped a rubber ball into Amanda's mouth and quickly
> sealed
> it shut with a strip of duct tape.
> "That's a good little cunt," Allison hissed as she walked around
> to
> admire her squirming captive. "Nice and docile, for a change. Now, let's
>
> take a look at those famous tits of yours."
> She reached around and untied the string holding Amanda's bikini
> top
> against her heaving chest.
> "Oh, very nice . . . so tender and smooth," Allison said as she
> tugged
> and squeezed Amanda's naked globes. "And such lovely nipples . . . you
> must be so proud."
> Amanda tried to push away from Allison's rough handling, to no
> avail.
> "But nice as they are, they seem to be missing something . . . I
> know!
> Let's accessorize them!"
> A nearby basket held dozens of clothespins, a handful of which
> were
> soon in Allison's fist.
> Amanda bucked when the first pin snapped down on the tip of her
> nipple, but she didn't really moan until Allison tugged it forward and
> then
> applied a second one sideways across the rest of her pink bud. Another
> pair
> soon adorned the opposite nipple. The rest were used to decorate the
> milky
> flesh of her breasts until they began to resemble pincushions..
> "Oh, much better," Allison exclaimed as she stepped back to admire
>
> the result. "And just think how much fun it will be to take them all
> off!"
> Amanda closed her eyes and swooned as the wooden pincers bit
> deeply into her soft skin. But Allison paid no attention to her hostage's
>
> plight as she busied herself by pulling down the bottom of Amanda's bikini
>
> and wrapping more rope tightly around Amanda's naked upper thighs, then
> over and under her knees.
> "Fun, huh?" Allison asked with too much anger to be mistaken for
> genuine amusement. "As much fun as boffing my fiance?"
> Amanda's only answer was another low moan muffled by the ball and
> tape.
> "Well, I'm certainly enjoying myself," Allison continued jauntily.
>
> "Nothing better than watching a two-timing whore having a swinging good
> time, that's what I always say.
> "In fact, I'm so happy, I'm going to take off those clothespins
> now."
> Allison slowly squeezed the ends of two clothespins dangling from
> the
> underside of Amanda's tormented tits and watched with glee as the relief
> from the pressure sent a brand new sensation of pain blasting through her
> body.
> It took about 20 minutes before Allison finished removing all of
> the
> clamps. She noted with pleasure that Amanda definitely looked worse for
> the wear.
> "Nice and sore, eh? Don't worry, we've only just begun to play."
> Allison stepped behind Amanda and began criss-crossing another
> long
> coil of rope around her breasts, taking care to twist the loops to
> maximize the
> bulging effect.
> When Allison was finally satisfied with her efforts, Amanda's tits
>
> looked like they were ready to burst from the pressure of the ropes
> digging
> deeply into her flesh.
> "Gosh, that looks pretty uncomfortable, Amanda," Allison said with
>
> little pity. "Guess it couldn't get much worse, huh?"
> Allison tied another cord around Amanda's waist.
> "Well, guess again, bitch."
> Amanda looked down and watched Allison knot the end of a piece of
> rope to the bonds constricting her breasts. She began to struggle when
> Allison slipped it under the rope around her waist, then worked the end
> between her bound thighs and up over the back to the waist rope.
> "Watch carefully . . . here comes the best part."
> Allison reached down, looped the rope between Amanda's ankles, and
>
> pulled her feet off the ground with it. When her knees were bent at a
> suitably
> distressing angle, Allison tied off the knot, leaving Amanda hanging from
> the ceiling by her wrists, her bound legs suspended only by the devious
> cord.
> She smiled as she watched the rope disappear into Amanda's crotch
> as
> she foolishly tried to move her feet back to the floor. The tugging of
> the rope
> also jerked Amanda's bound breasts up and down like water balloons.
> "Can't beat the laws of physics, girl," Allison said. "Something
> about
> a motion always causing an opposite motion."
> Reaching into the bag that held all her carefully-selected toys,
> Allison
> pulled out a feather, a vibrator and a riding crop.
> "Ticklish?" she asked.
> Allison positioned the chair behind her trussed prey, then sat
> down
> regally.
> "Kootchie kootchie koo," she said sweetly as she brushed the
> feather
> against the soles of Amanda's bound feet.
> "Ooh, you're awfully sensitive," Allison remarked as Amanda
> thrashed
> wildly in a futile attempt to escape the exquisite agony of the feather,
> the
> jerking of her legs grinding the rope deeper and deeper into her
> defenseless
> pussy.
> "Since you enjoyed that so much, let's try something a little more
>
> direct," Allison said as she twisted the bottom of the dildo and applied
> its
> vibrating tip to Amanda's arches.
> "You haven't quite figured this out yet, have you? The more you
> move,
> the worse you make it on that pretty little bush of yours."
> Allison turned off the vibrator and picked up the riding crop.
> "Maybe this will help you get a grasp on your situation," she said
> as
> she snapped its leather lash against the underside of Amanda's feet.
> "You see, my dear . . . CRACK . . . I'm having a hard time
> deciding
> what to do with you . . . CRACK . . . because I'm so mad . . . CRACK . . .
> I
> doubt I'm ever going to let you go . . . CRACK . . . unless I decide to
> sell you
> to a Mexican whorehouse . . . CRACK . . . which is where you definitely
> belong!"
> Allison saw that her message had finally been received loud and
> clear.
> In fact, she thought Amanda looked practically apologetic as she untied
> the
> rope holding her legs aloft, then lowered her arms from the ceiling.
> "You look like you need a rest," Allison said after removing the
> rope
> from Amanda's legs and ankles.
> "Maybe you'd like to sit in my special chair for a while . . . no,
> wait,
> why don't you kneel on it?"
> Allison led Amanda by the rope still tied to her bound wrists and
> pointed to the padded seat. After only a moment of hesitation, she
> climbed
> up on the chair as instructed.
> "Put your arms over the back," Allison commanded. A minute later,
>
> she had run the rope tied to Amanda's wrists under the bottom of the
> chair's
> back and back up to the bonds that still held her chest in painful
> constriction.
> After knotting it between her pendulous globes, she pulled the end down to
> a
> support brace under the seat and secured it.
> Next, Allison went to work on Amanda's thighs and ankles, which
> were soon bound tightly to the arms of the chair. This left her confined
> in a
> kneeling position that permitted her little more motion than arching her
> back,
> and all that accomplished was making the cheeks of her ass spread even
> wider.
> "So unprotected and vulnerable," Allison sighed as she went back
> to
> her bag of tricks and treats. "A real damsel in distress."
> The man at the store had recommended the heavy leather paddle
> instead of a more traditional whip, noting the holes to better decrease
> air
> resistance and increase the power behind each stroke. As Allison tested
> his
> theories on Amanda's soft, fleshy posterior, she also noted the paddle
> left a
> marvelous red welt with every swat.
> When Amanda's ass burned bright from Allison's ministrations, she
> went back to the bag for the next act in her carefully-conceived
> performance.
> The strap-on dildo had been one of her favorite purchases, but
> Allison
> doubted Amanda would share her enthusiasm for the 10-inch plastic cock
> hanging at rigid attention from the leather harness holding it fast
> against her
> groin.
> "Kinda puts Billy to shame, doesn't it?" she asked her helpless
> playmate as she stood in front of Amanda and applied a liberal amount of
> lubricant to the dildo.
> "Did he ever talk you into anal sex? I always told him no, but
> I'll bet
> you rolled right over and stuck that cute little ass of yours high in the
> air . . .
> sorta like now."
> Allison walked around the chair as Amanda squirmed desperately
> against the unyielding ropes.
> "Well, for your sake, I hope you're not a virgin back here,"
> Allison said
> as she nuzzled the tip of the greased dildo against Amanda's puckered
> brown
> hole. "Open wide and say 'ahhhh.'"
> With that, she plunged the hard white rod deep into Amanda's ass
> until it disappeared completely into her tender . . . and quite virginal .
> . .
> passage.
> Ten minutes later, Allison shuddered with the ecstasy of release
> and
> pulled the dildo out of her prisoner, satisfied in more ways than one.
> She noted with pleasure that Amanda looked like a P.O.W. after ten
> years in a rat cage.
> "You must be pooped," she said to her panting prisoner. "How
> would
> you like to lie down for a while?"
> Amanda uttered a groan from behind the ball and tape still
> covering
> her mouth as Allison untied her from the chair. When no rope was left
> save
> the coils around her wrists, she led Amanda to a weightlifting machine
> abandoned by the previous tenant.
> "Lie down on the bench and put your hands over your head," Allison
>
> commanded. Once Amanda had complied, Allison pulled her arms down
> and wrapped the end of the rope around the two legs of the thin padded
> board that stuck out from the apparatus.
> More rope soon held her shoulders and her upper thighs just below
> her
> crotch to the bench, and a single strand snaked across her waist to hold
> her
> fast to the seat.
> Smiling, Allison pulled on the bar that held the weights.
> "You're supposed to use this to build arm strength, but right now
> I
> think it will work better on your legs," she told Amanda as she tied her
> ankles to the handles, leaving her spread-eagled and bent at a 90-degree
> angle.
> "You look pretty strong, considering," Allison said as she went
> around
> the machine and began adjusting the weights. "Let's start with, say, 20
> pounds."
> She flipped a lever and the weights dropped several inches,
> pulling
> Amanda's legs taut as the tension stretched them to their limit.
> "Nice muscle tone," Allison remarked as she stroked the insides of
>
> Amanda's thighs with her fingernails. "And such a pretty pussy, too.
> Now don't go away. I've got one more present for you."
> Allison reached into her bag and pulled out a handful of long
> black candles.
> "And now, my dear Amanda, I must leave you to wait for the
> imminent arrival of my beloved Billy. We're going to have a delicious
> dinner
> tonight, and then I'm going to suggest we indulge in some kinky sex.
> Being
> the typical lout, he'll be thrilled to have me tie him up."
> Allison dug out a leather and metal contraption from her bag.
> "But I think he'll lose his enthusiasm when I put ice cubes
> against his
> balls to make him small enough to fit into this cock harness. These rings
>
> aren't very big, so it should be pretty amusing when you give him the blow
>
> job of his life."
> Allison picked up a roll of twine, cut off some long pieces and
> methodically hung the candles from thumbtacks in the ceiling so they
> dangled dangerously over Amanda's tits, stomach and crotch.
> "Of course, I'll be right behind you, in a sense, since I plan to
> show
> him my new friend, Mr. Dildo, up close and personal," Allison said as she
> lit
> the first wick and watched as the sizzling drops of wax splattered against
>
> Amanda's defenseless body.
> "I figure at that angle it will take about an hour before they
> burn off,"
> she cackled as Amanda tried to wrench her body out of the relentless path
> of
> the deadly droplets. "You should be done when we're finishing up
> foreplay,
> so maybe Billy can see just how hot your snatch can really get when it's
> coated with hot wax."
> Allison carefully picked up her bondage accessories and put them
> back into the bag, then started to make her way out.
> "And just think how much fun we'll have when we peel it off."
> Allison stopped and turned at the door.
> "Keep those home fires burning, I always say."
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