Elaine sat in the living room of the split-level home and uneasily sipped her drink. There was something about the couple sitting on the couch across from her that made her terribly nervous. She couldn't put her finger on what it was, but it made her want to leap up and bolt out the door!
"I understand Harry wants us to drop the Mattson case," the man said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "Of course, he must realize it's impossible. I know his reputation, but this thing is airtight. Absolutely airtight."
Elaine hardly heard him. Her attention, kept wandering to the woman who sat at his side and leaned on his shoulder. The woman's smoldering brown eyes hadn't left Elaine since she'd walked in the door.
District Attorney Charles Hardman had a reputation for being what his name implied – a hard man. He was in his late thirties or early forties, his eyes gray, and his hands surprisingly large for his size. He played ceaselessly with his half-full of gin, turning it around and around so that the colorless liquid swirled in the glass.
"But of course," the black-haired woman at his side said, in a voice like a purring cat, "something could be arranged, given the proper inducement. That is why Harry sent you here isn't it, dear?" she smiled lasciviously at Elaine. The secretary repressed a shudder.
Hard man gave his companion a reproving glance.
"You needn't be so blunt, Marda," he said. She laughed, a sound like tinkling bells.
She stood up and walked toward Elaine. Her floor-length dress clung to her like a sheath. The thin fabric molded itself around every curve of her voluptuous body. And there was certainly a lot to cling to!
Black-haired Marda was an inch or two shorter than Hardman, but she was anything but compact. She was not fat by any stretch of the imagination; she simply had an incredibly ripe figure packed in her none-too-tall frame!
Marda moved with the sure grace of a hunting panther. Her tits – large, with erect nipples and projecting areolas – rode up and down on her ribs. The cloth of her dress was so sheer that the secretary could see the ringlets of cunt fur outlined between the luscious thighs.
Marda stopped in front of the redhead. Big brown eyes studied Elaine over the rim of a glass as the DA's mistress took a sip of her drink. A bare arm reached out and a scarlet-nailed finger touched Elaine's cheek.
"Charles doesn't like to say things straight out," she explained. "I don't believe in beating around the bush. We're going to play with you, beautiful. If you please us enough, we'll do what your dear boss wants us to. How is he, by the way?"
Elaine didn't answer. She sat looking at the shag carpet. She had a curious hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach.
The brunette turned away. Elaine's eyes glanced up to see the crack between Marda's ass cheeks delineated in the shimmering indigo cloth. She was afraid of what would happen next. She couldn't restrain a certain catch to her breath. She'd never seen a woman as ripe and lovely as Marda.
Marda paused by a table at the end of the couch.
"You know, Charles dear, I've never seen a red-haired pussy before." She set her drink down. "I wonder what one looks like."
Without glancing back at the red-headed secretary, Marda reached behind herself and pulled down the zipper of her dress. The opening bared the milky expanse of Marda's back. She peeled off her dress. The crack of her ass smiled at Elaine. Marda bent to slide the clinging dress down her legs, then stood up, smoothed her midnight hair back, and took a drink from her glass.
Elaine looked from the now-naked brunette to Hardman. The bulge in his crotch gave ample evidence to the interest he was taking in what was going on. He was staring intently at Elaine, ignoring the spectacle of his naked mistress, standing a few feet from him.
Marda opened a drawer in the table and pulled out apiece of rope. "Not yet," Hardman said suddenly, urgently. Then he bent over and rummaged under the couch with one hand.
When his hand appeared, Elaine gasped. He was holding the handle of a whip!
Like a long black serpent the whip uncoiled from beneath the sofa. Hardman brought his wrist forward swiftly, and eight feet of braided buck leather slithered across the carpet toward Elaine. She dropped her glass and jumped to her feet.
"Wait a minute," she said nervously. "This is going a little too fast for me. I mean, when Harry asked me to come here, I'm sure he didn't have anything in mind like…"
The DA had gotten to his feet as Elaine spoke. Now he moved his hand with blinding speed. The end of the whip snapped up between her thighs, under the hem of her skirt, stinging her panty-covered cunt.
Her protest turned to a cry of anguish. She pressed her knees together and threw a hand down to protect her cunt. The lash slid down a slender thigh and fell to the floor.
The blow hadn't been very hard, and Elaine's panties had cushioned its impact some. Still, her pussy smarted from the whip-stroke. "O," Elaine moaned. "I – oh, that hurts!"
"It was meant to!" Marda said with undisguised delight. She had turned full face toward Elaine now. Despite the pain in her cunt, the secretary was impressed by the sight of the naked woman.
Marda's tits were like balloons, crowned with large nipples. The curves of her body narrowed to a surprisingly small waist, then flared out into lushly padded white hips. The downward pointing triangle of cunt fur between the voluptuous thighs was big and lush. A hint of pink pussy lips showed through the black bush.
Elaine massaged her aching cunt bun. She felt ridiculous bent over like this, but she didn't want Hardman snapping her poor pussy again!
But Hardman was not to be put off from his sport. The whip moved again. Elaine shrieked wildly as a six inch rip appeared in her blouse above her left tit.
She jerked upright and stepped back so that the chair hit her in the backs of her legs. Then she looked down at herself, feeling foolish for having screamed so loudly. The hissing lash hadn't touched her!
She stared at Hardman, not understanding. He smiled at her with what looked like genuine warmth. He struck again.
A horizontal tear opened over her other tit. Elaine bit back a panicky cry. What kind of a game was this?
Whatever it was, she didn't like it!
Marda stepped out of her discarded dress. She still wore her high-heeled shoes, which somehow made her look still more naked. She ran a hand over her jutting tits, tasted her drink, and looked at Elaine with lust glowing in her eyes.
The smell of hot, horny cunt filled the room. Marda was getting turned on. Elaine wondered what part the brunette would play in the DA's little game.
There was no time for speculation. She hugged her tits instinctively as the whip whistled towards them. It laid open the side of her blouse, baring a large area of untouched white skin.
A few more expert cuts of the whip and the blouse was hanging in shreds from the secretary's shrinking body. And yet, she had only felt the kiss of the black snake once, on her cunt bun, but that once was more than enough!
Marda's nipples looked as big as thumb-tips on the ends of her tits. The dark areolas seemed to be expanding over the globes of her tits. A shiny line of cunt juice glistened on her thigh.
Elaine's skirt flapped as the whip sang. She glanced down to see a strip of cloth hanging down her thigh. Two more lightning-fast blows of the slender lash and the skirt fell away, leaving the shrinking redhead dressed only in shoes, panties, and lacy white bra.
"Ai!" Pain blazed between Elaine's cunt bun and her hipbone.
"I'm terribly sorry," Hardman said. "I hadn't meant to touch you yet. My aim's a little off. I haven't practiced in a while."
His stroke had nevertheless made a tear in Elaine's yellow panties. The next swing curled the whip around a pert ass cheek, caressing her ass without hurting it. She felt a cool breeze over her ass.
Two more licks of the whip and Marda sang out with glee, "So that's what red pussy fur looks like! It's absolutely stunning!"
Elaine pressed her thighs together as though she could somehow conceal her naked pussy by doing so. There was an angry red weal angling up away from her cunt bush. It was an unpleasant reminder of what that long tongue of leather could do to her helpless, tender flesh.
"Now," Hardman panted, breathless with lust. "We take off the bra."
Elaine shook her head. She kept her arms huddled over her tits. She couldn't bare to feel the whip licking at her tits!
The DA's face was mottled with fury. "Put your arms down, slut!" he roared.
"No!"
The whip curved around and bit deeply into the cheeks of the secretary's ass. "Yeeeeeee!" she squealed. She clutched at her rump in agony.
Crack! A flick of the whip sent a cup of her bra cart-wheeling into space. She made a frantic grab to rescue her bra, but the tip of the whip stripped the other cup off her pointed tit. She stood before the pair, like Marda, naked except for her shoes.
"She really has the most lovely cunt I've ever seen," Marda said. "But let's hear her scream some more."
Elaine gasped at her words. Her eyes moved to the naked, big-breasted woman, and she missed the whip arcing toward her.
Without warning the whip slashed across her bared tits.
"AIIhhhhhyaaaaaaaah!" Elaine howled. She slapped her hands to her tits. Her knees buckled at the hideous pain welling from her whipped tits.
She went to her knees on the carpet. The whip slithered across the floor and stung up between her ass cheeks. Whether by accident or an purpose, the tip snapped her shit chute. She shot into the air like a spring uncoiling.
Elaine's scream filled the sumptuous living room. Marda laughed with joy. She drained her drink and dropped a hand to the black-bearded mouth of her pussy. At the touch of the fingertip, cunt sauces oozed out to fill her palm.
Hardman lashed Elaine's ass. The cruel blow spun her around. She threw out her arms to steady herself. The whip lashed out and caught the underside of a flying tit. Elaine's mind exploded in pain.
"No! Aaaaaah!" she wailed, flailing her arms hysterically. "Stop it, stop it, STOP IT! I can't TAKE it! My tits, my ass, my poor pussy. Oh, God!"
Laughing like a madman, Hardman struck out again and again at the pale, naked body. Burning red welts striped the redhead's ass and tits. When she left her legs apart, the whip came up between them and seared her cunt lips.
The pain was too terrible to be borne, but Elaine had no choice. The whipping kept her dancing, off balance, half-mad with pain. And there was no place to hide. All she could do was ineffectually cover one part of her lovely body while the whip abused the other!
A wicked stroke full along the furrow of her cunt gash brought her to her knees again. Hardman cracked the tip of the whip on a straining nipple as he jerked his shirt open.
"Aaaaaah!" Elaine screamed.
Her nipple seemed about to explode with agony. Through a haze of pain and tears she saw Hardman opening his trousers and tugging them down his legs. His cock popped out of his pants. It was long and thin like the black whip in his hand.
"Down! Onto your back," Hardman commanded. Elaine blinked at him. Her brain was too fogged, by the agony assaulting her tits and striped ass, to respond at once.
The whip snapped the underside of her left tit. It felt as though it tore a strip of skin off the sensitive tit. Elaine howled and flung herself onto her back.
The next thing she was aware of was something warm and rubbery pressing against her lips. She opened her eyes. Hardman's cock was like a pale arch between his hairy crotch and her mouth. The tip of Elaine's nose touched the underside of the DA's stiff prick.
She kept her mouth tightly shut. Hardman shortened his grip on the whip. It rose and fell hard between Elaine's pussy lips.
Her ass flew off the carpet.
"Uuhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried. Expertly Hardman stuck his cocks into her open mouth as she screamed.
The secretary fought a wild urge to bite the DA's cock off. As nearly driven insane by agony as she was, she still knew better. There was no telling what would happen to her if she did something like that!
There was no point in resisting any longer. She let Hardman fuck his cock into her mouth, down her throat. Having her mouth raped repeatedly by Harry over the last few days had at least taught her to swallow cock without gagging. Her eyes glared hate at the DA as the head of his prick pushed down toward her stomach.
She sensed Marda bending over her. Strong hands took hold of her wrists and drew them together below her tits. The red-headed secretary lay docilely as her hands were bound with the rope.
Hardman fucked his cock into Elaine's face, marveling at the way she took his hard-on down her throat. Her throat was like a sock, so snugly did it fit his randy prick. His balls dangled down and draped over her nose.
Her head was well back, so that all she could see was the man's nuts and hairy crotch. His cock pulsed in her throat. His prick was longer than Harry's, though much skinnier. It was a great effort not to gag on his prick, despite her enforced training in cock-sucking.
A hardness poked into the crack of her ass. She tensed. The blunt tip of the object, whatever it was, slid down to push insistently against the puckered portal of her asshole!
Twisting her head, she looked down the gleaming pale length of her body. Framed by Elaine's proud tits, Marda knelt between the secretary's thighs. She was wearing some kind of harness around her hips. The hard thing shifted, held between the cheeks of Elaine's ass.
The lengthy cock started to draw out of her face. She realized what was happening. The curvaceous brunette had strapped on a dildo.
And she was trying to fuck Elaine up the asshole with it!
Elaine reached down to try to push the artificial cock away from her asshole. She didn't know what Marda's dildo was made of, but she was afraid it would tear up the insides of her shit chute. Marda caught her wrist with one hand while the other steadied the inward pushing dildo. She laughed.
Half Hardman's prick had left her mouth. The length of the cock glistened with her spit. Hardman moaned and stroked his captive's face.
Her upper teeth flayed the sensitive underside of the man's cock.
"Uh," he groaned.
Her lower teeth were scraping the upper surface of his prick in a wonderful way.
He looked at Marda's face. She had the opening of her victim's ass pried open. The tip of her dildo entered Elaine's ass hole. The redhead gave a cry, muffled by Hardman's cock.
"Nice, isn't it?" Marda said. Her nipples were huge and shiny.
Hardman couldn't answer. The head of his cock was just inside Elaine's mouth, her lower teeth catching the under edge of the flaring hood of the prick head. It felt fantastic!
The dildo rasped the inside of Elaine's asshole. No, she wanted to scream. Don't put that thing inside me! I don't want it up my ass. But she couldn't speak with Hardman's cock plugging her mouth. She heard him sigh, and then he was driving his cock back down her throat. Her tongue retreated as far to the bottom of her mouth as it could. She didn't want to give his cock any more sensation than she had to!
With a sudden move of her hips, Marda buried an inch of the dildo in the redhead's ass. Elaine squealed. Her ass rolled around on the floor in a frantic attempt to escape the hard rod impaling it.
The rug burned her whip-welted ass cheeks.
Cock and dildo drove into the secretary's mouth and asshole relentlessly. It was as if a dowel covered in sandpaper was being forced up her ass. The lining of her shit chute seemed to be flayed by the entry of the phony prick.
She barely noticed as Hardman fucked his cock to the hilt in her mouth and started pulling it out again. Her being we concentrated on the unyielding shaft of hard rubber surging into her rectum. It was not as thick as Harry's big prick, but it still gave her ass channel an uncomfortable feeling of being too full. And the friction of the ungreased dildo was hell on her asshole!
Still, the dildo came into her ass. It was like a spear, now, being jammed up her asshole. She thought that if anymore of the dildo was fucked into her ass she'd die.
And still more of the dildo entered her agonized asshole!
Still, the dildo came into her ass. It was like a spear, now, being jammed up her asshole. She thought that if any more of the dildo was fucked into her ass she'd die.
And still more of the dildo entered her agonized asshole!
Then the progress of the dildo up her asshole stopped. She felt something strange pressed against her whipped rump, and knew it was the base of the artificial cock. Marda started to pull the artificial prick from her victim's asshole as Hardman began to fuck his real cock back into Elaine's mouth!
The cock slid readily down the redhead's throat. The dildo tore at her asshole like a spike-headed mace crammed up her ass as it withdrew. Hardman's balls flopped over her nose, and then his cock was leaving her mouth with frantic speed.
Marda pulled the cock from Elaine's ass until only an inch or so remained crammed up her asshole. Then she fed it all back into the captive's shit chute. Elaine screamed around the prick pistoning in and out of her wide-open mouth.
Marda gazed down at the naked redhead. Elaine's pussy gaped between her widely parted legs. The cunt was pink against scarlet pussy fur. The aroma of her cunt was sweet.
Below her cunt mouth, two mounds of ass flesh framed the flesh colored dildo as it disappeared up Elaine's asshole. Marda rotated her plush hips. Elaine squawked as the motion twisted the dildo cruelly in her ass.
At her sounds and squirms of agony, Hardman was getting incredibly turned on. His cock vibrated like a tuning fork as he fucked her mouth. The head of the prick seemed, to inflate even more as it slid down her throat.
Marda was ass-fucking the lovely captive for real now. The stiff dildo pumped in and out of Elaine's asshole with sledge-hammer speed. The agony from her violated whole was unbearable now. It was as tough her an had been crammed full of broken glass!
The dildo was tearing her apart. She felt deep humiliation, knowing what a charge Hardman was getting from fucking her face while he watched his secretary rape her ass with a dildo. But there was nothing she could do about it.
The base of the dildo rhythmically crushed the fertile mound of Marda's black-furred cunt. Each inward stroke of the dildo in Elaine's ass sent a stab of ecstasy into Marda's pussy. The sight of the naked redhead writhing on the carpet as she was fucked in the mouth and asshole was a fantastic turn on! And the gaping red-haired pussy was as lovely a sight as Marda had ever seen.
She fucked the dildo home in Elaine's ass with a surge of lustful energy. Elaine arched her back and wailed around Hardman's cock. Marda grabbed her giant tits and howled as if in pain. A hand seemed to squeeze her pussy tunnel, then the tightness traveled up her glorious naked body to her brain as she came.
The next stroke of Marda's dildo lifted the lower half of Elaine's body clear off the rug. The dildo seemed to lance up the redhead's shit-chute into her guts. She groaned in horrible pain. The dildo was tearing her apart!
She wanted to shriek. Hardman grabbed her hair with both hands and plunged his prick balls-deep in her face. The cock shuddered and then fired jism right down her throat. She choked as blast after blast of come cascaded into her throat, filled it, overflowed into her mouth and out her lips.
Elaine heard Marda's orgiastic cries as the brunette fucked the cock mercilessly in and out of her tortured asshole. The odor of the black-bearded pussy reeked in her nostrils. She choked on acrid, foul-tasting come.
She wanted to die.
When would it all end?