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The large automobile drove on, the driver silent as
if in contemplation. Carmen was in pain, the nipple clips tightly
squeezing her. But she no longer begged for release, she knew now that it
would not happen yet. She cried, almost silently, hurting and knowing at
the same time that she would likely hurt much more as this evening
progressed. The good Dr. Warner, on the other hand, was in no pain
whatever. As a matter of fact, he was enjoying himself mightily. He had
captured this sinner, this sexual transgressor, and he meant to have her
interrogated, to know all the illicit details of her sex life, to be told
by her in full, living color, absolutely nothing hidden. These she would
be compelled to confess freely, down to minute details. And when the score
finally be written down and totalled up, for all to see and all to hear,
then some penance would be assigned, some fascinating punishment and
humiliation extracted from this naked beauty. No, certainly she was not
naked now, but just as certainly she would asked soon to strip stark naked
and just as certainly she would quickly be persuaded and would be naked
very soon.
And while the automobile drove on, at it's destination Julie Warner
awaited. Right now she was nude, deliciously naked, and aroused. The two
men had gone off to fetch Carmen, and surely they would have her here
soon. In the meantime, she looked at her bare image in the mirror of her
dressing area, liking what she saw. She was 40, though often she had been
told that she looked 30. That did not impress her especially. She had a
good, strong body, quite tall and, if one liked abundant woman, well
built. She was very brunette, almost black. Her nipples, standing hard and
erect, were chocolate brown, as were the smallish aureoles around them.
She had strong shoulders and the arms of an athlete. Very good, large
breasts. A small waist, wide hips, full thighs, long magnificent legs, and
a beautiful, very shapely, very exciting large behind. Certainly she did
not have a model's figure- she was voluptuous in the true sense of the
word, looked sexy, felt sexy, loved being sexy, either with a man or
woman, and if circumstances were right, sometimes with one or more of
each. She felt very comfortable with her own sense of her sexuality.
She had a catalog full of exotic clothing, lingerie ordered from
Frederick's of Hollywood, and selected from odd stores here and there on
her travels. Tonight, though, she was going to wear what she and her
husband simply called "The Corset". It could not have been any more
revealing. It had a Victorian, imperious look, like a Queen or perhaps a
vicious Russian Countess might wear. She was sure, absolutely certain that
when Carmen saw it, she would instantly know what to expect. Julie knew
what to expect. She was going to conquer Carmen tonight, give her a
sufficiently thorough bottom basting that there would be no thought, not
for a second, of anything less than total obedience. And then Carmen would
learn about eating pussy at length, and then be introduced to the art of
anal adoration. And then the men could have her, could use her however
they pleased. Julie had no doubts that tonight Carmen would be fucked,
very thoroughly fucked in all the regular ways and perhaps in a few new
ways. And since Carmen liked Porno movies, she should have no objection in
being the star performer in one. As a matter of fact, she was going to,
like it or not.
Around one more corner and down a long, dark driveway, sheltered by tall
trees, stood the house- almost like a medieval castle, forbidding in
appearance as if its image almost depicted dark and terrible acts that
took place there. The car drove up this driveway, slowed, stopped under a
dark portico. The driver- now visible as Jack Connor- opened the front
door, stepped out. He opened the rear door and let Dr. Warner out, who
immediately stepped through the front door of the house and disappeared.
Jack pulled Carmen by the arm towards the door, took her out of the car
while her hands were still fastened behind her back. He pulled up the back
of her skirt, thrust his right hand down inside the back of her panty
hose, and squeezed the bare cheek of her behind. She squealed in surprise.
And screeched out loud as his finger tested between the cheeks of her
bottom, found her anal rosebud. The finger searched, slowly wormed its way
inward to full depth--- and stayed there. She heard him, in that icy
voice, now obviously delighted at being in control, say to her, "Now walk,
cunt. Straight ahead. You're going to get your lesson, and I'm going to
help teach it."
While the finer wiggled in her rectum, she preceded him through the front
door, down a dimly lit hall to the rear of the large house, and into a
room that obviously had once been a library or a study but now had been
refitted something like a torture chamber. To Carmen, the room was a
shock, an indication of awful things to come. But even worse was the
sight, the other sight that she saw....The imperious, dangerous, and very
naked Mrs. Julie Warner.
Julie looked like she had never looked before. She wore high heeled,
patent leather pumps. She wore a form fitting, obviously custom made black
corset, that covered her wasp waist and nothing else. Above the corset,
her large, naked breasts looked at Carmen, their nipples so dark brown as
to be almost black--and very erect. Below the corset, Carmen could see
Julie's stark, black pubic triangle. She could almost see pink lips there,
and perhaps peeping out between them, a clit already risen. And when Julie
turned around, her full, bare, shapely bottom. She wore black nylon hose,
attached to garters on the corset. In her hand, she carried a wicked,
black leather riding crop. Her full, shapely mouth was painted with
flaming red lipstick. She on mascara. Her eyes were made up in an evil-
looking dark blue shade. She looked the very personification of evil, the
very personification of pure, unadulterated sex.
She smiled, a satanic smile, and said to the terrified Carmen, "We are
here together to learn a few things from you. You, of course, are going to
tell what we want to know. You are going to tell them freely and openly.
We are going to hear what you have to say, and to help you with your
confession. Where you have erred, we will correct you. And understand
this- you will confess- I promise you that."
On a tripod stood a Video camera, a red light winking on the rear panel,
its eye pointed at Carmen. Her hands had been untied, the nipple clips
removed. Her bra hang loosely from her breasts, the strap unfastened
behind her back. Her hair was mussed, unkempt. And she was frightened
beyond description. Both men stood at one wall, silent, watching the drama
unfold between the teacher and her captor. Julie, the black riding crop in
her hand, swinging it almost idly back and forth, looked at Carmen, a
patrician kind of smile on her face. Carmen stared at Julie, at the crop,
and at the black triangle on her mons veneris. Julie, her avid sexuality
displayed, implied what Carmen would be doing soon. She would punish
Carmen for sins real and imagined, and then take her, use her, humiliate
her in marvelous, delicious, hideous ways, require her to do base, ugly
things, submissive things that would acknowledge Julie's authority and
Carmen's acceptance, total acceptance of that authority. But first things
first.
"Its a bit warm in here, don't you think?," Julie asked. And getting no
reply, slashed the crop through the air, and asked the same question
again.
Carmen understood. She stammered a bit, but agreed that it was warm. Julie
thought that Carmen would be more comfortable without the warm sweater on,
and suggested that it be removed-- and also the bra. Soon, the two
garments lay on the floor and Carmen was nude from the waist up. She had
no thought of even arguing the order, of resisting in any way. She was
ordered to remove the skirt, the shoes. Now she had no clothing save her
striped nylon bikini panties. Julie looked at these, snickered, thinking
that Carmen would have some stripes to show tonight, with or without the
panties, some stripes that she intended to apply herself to that marvelous
ass, using this very crop. Julie walked around Carmen, studied her body,
her total physical attractiveness, her lovely full breasts, her fully
erect pinkish brown nipples, that gorgeous big ass. She ordered Jack to
remove the panties from Carmen. The camera recorded Jack yanking them
down, Carmen stepping out of them, doing as she was told without argument,
standing nude now before the others-- and crying softly in fear and
apprehension.
Her fears were not at all helped when Jack's hand crossed over her mound,
forced itself between her thighs, and a finger fought its way into her
vulva- to find, to his surprise, that it was not bone dry but rather fully
lubricated as if in excitement. He told her to spread apart- and the
camera recorded that, too.
Jack attended to preparing her for interrogation. Her hands were again
fastened behind the small of her back. A hair clamp was threaded through
her blonde pony tail, a throng attached to it, and that throng fastened
through a ring bolt in the ceiling. She stood, basically immobile,
fastened by her hair. A leather leash was fastened around each ankle, and
each leash attached to the end of a spreader bar so that her ankles were
fixed about 30 inches apart. The camera looked at Carmen, nude,
widespread, at Jack testing her tactile responses as he finger-fucked her.
Jack was obviously excited, his cock erecting in his pants. But he was
silent. Dr. Warner stood in a fairly dark place, saying nothing. His
excitement was concealed. Julie walked around Carmen, looking, watching
the interplay with Jack, also saying nothing.
Jack moved up behind her, his trouser front rubbing against her naked
rump. She could not see, but perhaps he had opened his fly. Anyway, she
felt something warm and hard rubbing on her behind, and it would not have
surprised her at all if it was his exposed cock. But she was not certain.
His hands came around her, cupping each full breast loosely in a
surprisingly gentle, almost caressing motion, his palms lightly massaging
her nipples- now fully erect in fright and perhaps somewhat in excitement.
He undressed, showed her a very large, thick, and totally erect prick. Now
he stood in front of her, holding his throbbing erection in his hand,
almost pointing it at her. By bending slightly he managed to get the head
partially into her creamy vulva, though certainly not very deep into her--
just deep enough to have good contact with her clit which he massaged with
the large, circumcised glans. As he excited her this way, and gently
rubbed her breasts, she thought that she was simply going to be fucked in
this unusual posture- standing up with the man standing in front of her.
But no, Julie was there.
Julie was holding the riding crop. And Julie, without saying a word,
slashed the crop through the air so that with a sickening SPLAT! it cut
ferociously across both full cheeks of her beautiful naked behind. She
screamed at the sudden and furious, almost nauseating sensation. And Jack,
at that instant holding both her nipples just pinched them- not especially
hard but hard enough to concentrate all her sensations so that she was
feeling this unusual combination of intense pain and extreme pleasure at
once in all of her erogenous areas.
Long moments passed. Jack's cock was in her slightly deeper than before-
perhaps two or three inches, but stable, not pumping back and forth,
simply staying in one place, as he continued his play with her nipples.
The horrible, burning sensation had almost totally disappeared from the
crowns of the cheeks of her bottom. She was feeling incredibly excited at
this treatment, over which she had absolutely no control. She was naked
and being fucked by a man she detested, being spanked by a beautiful but
evil woman that she, if possible, hated even more, and being watched by
yet a third person whom she did not hate, whom she absolutely abominated.
And worst of all, that terrible camera was taking pictures of all this
happening!!!! And that thought, coupled with the sensations she was
feeling, took her close, remarkably close to orgasm. She would have cumm,
she was sure, except that at that instant, THWACK!. Julie, to be sure that
she had not been forgotten, had firmly cracked her again across both
cheeks of her bare ass with that awful crop!!
Jack had not totally finished his preparations for her. He stepped away,
returned with a saucer filled with something greasy, with red specks
suspended in the grease. He took a gob of this on his finger, found
Carmen's anal opening, thrust the finger in, greasing his way as he went.
Another gob and yet another went in. Soon, the way was lubricated for the
insertion of a thick, rubber butt-plugger, a conical shaped dildo device
designed to force its way past the anal sphincter and then lock itself
there. It went in with a bit of difficulty, but with Jack providing the
force, there was no way Carmen could prevent it going in, and once it went
in it was guaranteed to stay in until forcefully pulled out. At first it
was not really uncomfortable, but as time passed, it did seem to generate
yet another burning sensation that seemed continually to get slightly
worse.
Now Jack stepped back away from her, stepped back into the shadows against
the wall. Dr. Warner spoke, also from the shadows where she could not see
him. He asked her about her previous sex life, small questions, intimate
questions that no one had ever asked. Each time he asked, she answered,
trying not to say too much. And each unsatisfactory answer produced a
second question, much like the first. And if THAT question generated an
unsatisfactory answer, it also generated another scalding stroke of
Julie's fiery crop across her bottom. It seemed that the questions were so
spaced that by the time the awful sensation on her naked ass would
subside, another question would be asked that would earn her another
scalding shot.
After her hot rump had been kissed by the crop more than half a dozen
times she was crying hysterically, begging for the opportunity to confess
everything. Anything devious was forgotten. She talked freely for the
camera eye, trying to imagine the answers that her interrogators wanted to
hear, and then telling that answer, no matter if it was true. No detail of
her sexual background, even back to early girlhood, was off limits to
inquiry. She told everything about early masturbation, loss of her various
virginities, recent infidelities. She told everything, in full living
color, embellished in flaming, sexy detail, as much detail as they seemed
to want. They wanted it all. Finally, she begged for release, she would do
absolutely anything they wanted her to do.
They knew she was conquered. She was released, ordered to lie naked on the
floor, her legs spread, her pussy pointed towards the camera's eye. A
dildo was tossed to her, a thick, black, rubber cock. She was ordered to
pretend she was the lady in the film at the theater, to pretend that the
dildo was her black lover, to masturbate with it all the way to orgasm, to
do it with abandon, to hold nothing back. As a kind of joke, she was told
that for the moment her lover was Walter, the black janitor in the school.
She was to pretend that she was with Walter, that he was giving her the
glorious fucking that she had always wanted. She was to compliment him on
his huge, black prick. She was to call out his name, tell him how much she
wanted him, tell him all the things she wanted him to do to her. She
specifically was to ask him to call her, to please come over and fuck her.
She did, as the camera watched and recorded, raising her level of both
fear and excitement which was already incredibly high and soon bringing
herself off with wild movements of her hips and her bottom as the dildo
fucked deep into her.
Later, on instruction, she turned over, raised her hips and showed her
upraised naked ass to the camera, the blunt end of the butt plugger in
clear sight. Jack Connor pulled it out, tossed it on the floor, and handed
her a much thicker rubber dildo, now lubricated with the same speckled
grease that he had used on her before. He reminded her that the lady in
the porno movie had been getting fucked in the ass by the black guy on the
screen. She was to play that part now, to fuck herself in the ass with
this thick dildo- again as if this was Walter giving her an incredible
hosing out with his huge length of ebony gristle. Now, as that whole part
of her body was upraised, right in front of the camera. Slowly she
inserted the dildo, and saying out what they wanted to hear- that she
wanted Walter to come to her, to ream her out so deeply that his marvelous
prick would come out her ear. She stroked it deeply back and forth. It was
larger than anything she could have imagined ever fitting in there, and it
did hurt. She remembered thinking about Walter, wondering if he really was
this big, and if he had ever really fucked a woman in the ass, this very
way. The stuff in the lubrication was rather more uncomfortable now,
burning her in a strange way. She could not hold still, wiggling wildly as
if she were being fucked by a huge, hot iron. That, too went into the
record.
A short while later the large dildo was taken out of her bottom and the
butt plugger put back. She lay on the floor on her back, her knees raised
and spread. Julie kneeled over her, the juicy black triangle just over her
face. Carmen stared upwards, between Julie's thighs, looking directly into
the open cunt just above, a sight she had never seen from exactly that
perspective, a sight of such devious perversity, of such hideous sexuality
that for the moment she forgot the insidious burning in her rectum. Just
then, all she wanted to do was to please Julie, to bury her face in that
cunt, to kiss it and suck it. Carmen put out her tongue on command, licked
the delicious cream from that vulva, sucked the erect clit. She sensed
that Julie was smoking hot, that she would come very quickly. So when
Julie gasped, reached down and held Carmen's hair and seemed to pull her
face even more tightly into her smoking pussy, Carmen knew that the moment
had come for Julie. What she did not expect was that she had an orgasm,
too, a simultaneous orgasm brought on by Julie's response.
For a little while, Julie seemed to relax above her. Then, when ordered to
open her mouth wide, Carmen did so without even thinking of refusal,
without thinking of what would happen next. Perhaps she was not even
especially surprised when Julie's golden stream began to flow into her
mouth. She simply swallowed it down, a gulping mouthful at a time,
acknowledging by doing so that she was totally conquered, that she was
willing to eat with relish Julie's marvelous, demanding box, even willing
and eager to drink her new mistress' piss. And if there were watchers, an
avid, interested audience who saw this, and a camera that recorded it,
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