Posted by davepseud on November 11, 20010 at 16:19:20:
My first story. It's a long one, but I hope you all enjoy it.
And if one of the character names seems familiar, consider that a tribute to my favorite writer on this forum.
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Anything You Do For Sexual Pleasure...
Betty
was just finishing Sunday breakfast when her cell phone rang. She
wasn't happy to see that it was her boss, Tina. But that was the price
of working for a private detective, even as a receptionist. Tina would
call her up at all sorts of times to run errands or stand in as a
witness.
"Sorry to bother you on a Sunday," Tina apologized. "I've got to take a deposition and I have to take it now. Could you please take an hour to help me out? There's a bonus in it for you."
Betty reluctantly agreed. Tina gave her the address; it was in the swankiest, most expensive part of town. "At least I won't get mugged," thought Betty as she went into her room to change. At least this was only a summer job.
Betty was 19, and living away from her parents for the first time. Come August, she was starting at the University. She moved with the grace of a dancer, brushing her luscious, light-brown hair before hiding her beautiful figure inside a respectable business blouse and skirt.
Twenty-five minutes later she arrived at the address. Not only was it in the most upscale neighborhood in the city, but it was the biggest, fanciest, and best-cared for house in the neighborhood.
When she rang the doorbell, she half expected a butler to answer the door. But instead it was a strikingly handsome man with light-brown hair and the build of someone who worked out regularly. His polo shirt and designer jeans suggested that he lived there. He had an easy-going charisma that startled Betty in its sexuality.
"Hello," she said, "I'm looking for…"
"Betty?" called Tina's voice from inside. "Come on in."
She relaxed at the familiar voice. The man smiled and held out his hand. "Hi. I'm Mark."
They should hands and he let her in. She was startled to find Tina wearing a short, slinky dress, something might go clubbing in on a Saturday night. And her long red hair looked disheveled. Had she spent the night here? What kind of deposition did she did?
"Hi, Betty. Sorry to get you out here on a Sunday morning. Let's go into Mark's office. It's in the basement."
Mark led the way, with Betty behind him and Tiny taking up the rear. As soon as Betty walked into the room, she was surprised, and a little scared. There was no desk or computer, or anything else that suggested an office. There was a four-post double bed with the sort of waterproof, easy-to-wash sheets one associates with hospitals. There were chains and manacles hanging from the ceiling beams. And there were no windows.
Betty spun around to ask Tina what was going on. That's when she saw that Tina had her small-caliber pistol, the one she carried all the time, out and aimed at her.
"Tina, what the…?"
"Betty, please." Tina's voice sounded worried and concerned. "Just do what I say and you won't get hurt. I really don't want to kill you." That was only a half-truth. Tina very much wanted to kill Betty, but not yet, and not with anything as impersonal as a gun. "Take off your clothes."
Trembling with fright, Betty stripped. She started with her shoes, then her dress and her blouse. She stopped there, hoping she'd be allowed to keep her bra, panties, and nylons on.
Both Tina, standing in front of the young woman, and Mark, standing behind her, enjoyed the view. Tina made no secret of the fact that she swung both ways sexually, although overall she preferred men. She'd never flirted with Betty, both because she knew that her receptionist was completely straight, and also because it was inappropriate business behavior.
But none of that mattered, now.
"The rest of it, too, please?" It sounded like a request, but Betty understood that it was an order. She removed her nylons, then her bra. What perfect breasts. Finally and with much hesitation, she took off her panties.
She immediately felt a finger running up the crack of her ass.
"Nice," Mark commented. She shook with humiliation.
"Turn around and let Mark admire you from the front."
She turned around, and tried to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands while Mark just stood there and looked. She wasn't able to do that for long, however. Tina came up behind her and gently handcuffed her arms behind her back.
"On your knees," ordered Mark. She did as she was told.
Mark undid his belt, then his fly, then pulled down his underwear. His hard cock leapt out of its hiding place. "Suck it," he demanded. Then he added "Do a good job, and we'll let you go unharmed." It was a lie, of course.
Betty had long prided herself on her felatio skills, but this was different. Her hands weren't available to cup his balls and enhance the man's pleasure. More importantly, she had no desire to suck this particular cock.
But she was aided by Mark's extreme pleasure in the situation. Holding the sides of her head, he basically raped her face, pushing in and out. Finally, much to her relief, he shot what felt like a gallon of cum down her throat. "Swallow it!" he ordered. And she obeyed.
He was stroking her hair gently, reassuring her that she had done a very good job, when Tina's laugh caught Betty's attention. She turned her head and saw Tina sprawled on an easy chair to her right. Her already short dress was hiked up passed her waist, and her panties were off. It was obvious that she had pleasured herself while watching Betty's humiliation.
"Come here," she commanded. "Now it's my turn."
Betty began to stand up when Mark grabbed hold of her shoulders and pushed her back down. "Go to her on your knees," he ordered, "and beg for mercy."
She did as she was told. "Please be kind to…"
"You've never eaten pussy, have you?" interrupted Tina. "Time to start."
She grabbed the back of Betty's head and pushed it into her cunt. Betty had to choice but to lick, hoping to satisfy, and thus mollify, her tormentor.
She must have doing something right--or maybe it was just the situation. Tina almost immediately burst into an orgasm. Then another, and another.
She finally pulled Betty's head out of her crotch. "That was lovely," she said in a kind voice.
"Does that mean you'll let me g…?"
Before she could complete the word "go," Mark popped a ball gag into her mouth and tightened it around her head. Then he picked her up and carried her to the bed. With a speed that spoke of heavy experience, he strapped her shoulders down so she could couldn't sit up. Tina came over and tied one of her feet to a bedpost. Before she was done, Mark had the other foot tight, as well.
Mark and Tina stood for a moment, arms around each other like a couple newly in love, and admired their captive. She was utterly helpless, her legs spread wide for rape, her mouth gagged, and her hands still handcuffed behind and under her back.
"My, she's a lovely site," said Tina. "Honey," she continued, turning to Mark, "would you mind leaving us alone for a few minutes. I'd like a few private words with our sex toy."
"Of course," said Mark. He kissed her gently on the lips and left the room.
Tina smiled down at Betty. "Well, I guess I owe you an explanation," she said as she pulled off her dress and threw it rumpled in the corner. She was wearing nothing under it and was now naked. "Cute, isn't he? We've got an unusual relationship."
She sat down on the side of the bed and began to gently stroke Betty as she talked. "Remember the Joan Chan case? About four months ago? Missing person, 26, just broke up with her husband? Never solved?
"Actually," she said with a touch of professional pride, "I solved it. My dear friend Mark picked her up at a dance club and brought her to this very house. He killed her here." She smiled as she said that, but Betty felt a cold shiver go down her back.
"I didn't know that at first, of course. I trailed him for awhile, and discovered that he brought a lot of beautiful women home. Some he seduced, like Joan, and some he just kidnapped. None ever came out. What's more, I figured out how he could dispose of bodies without getting noticed.
"I was about to report this to the police when I discovered something else: The police knew about it. In fact, they were facilitating it, arresting women he'd point out to them and bringing them to his house."
She lay down on the bed, on her side, facing Betty. She put her arm around the helpless girl. "That's when I made the real discovery: That the whole thing turned me on like nothing I'd ever experienced. I've always felt that anything is justified if you do it for sexual pleasure, but wow…This was taking that to a whole other level. I mean, I've always liked guys who take what they want, and this was the ultimate."
Her hand was now playing with one of Betty's nipples. "I soon realized what I had to do, and last night I got up the nerve to do it. I went to club I knew he frequented, and gave him a lot of attention. He took me home, and we had the wonderful, tender, and sweet love-making imaginable."
By now her hand had drifted down to Betty's clit, and she was gently masturbating the helpless girl. "This morning, he suggested we try some bondage. I was going to just say yes and let him have his way, but then, without thinking about it, I told him everything. How I knew he killed women, that he was going to kill me, and how I came to him because I couldn't think of anything sexier than dying for him.
"He was amazed and delighted. He'd killed more women than he remember, but he never had a lover come to him knowing and wanting to die."
Betty was horrified. She didn't know how she fit into this whole thing, but she didn't think it would be anything good. But as bad as things were, she couldn't help responding positively to Tina's expert hand job. She tried repressing an orgasm, but couldn't.
"But there was one thing that scared me. 'Honey,' I asked, 'you have me whatever your answer is, but…do you torture your victims before you kill them.' I was so relieved when he assured me that he did. Dying quickly for sex seems anticlimactic. He agreed. 'Anything you do for sexual pleasure,' he said, 'should be done slowly and sensually. And that includes murder.'"
She stopped playing with Betty's click and rasied her torso up on one elbow, giving her a clearer view of Betty's face. "Then he said the sweetest thing. He asked if I'd like to help him fuck and torture and kill another woman before it's my turn. I mean…I never expected something that wonderful!
"Of course I thought of you, right away. You have to admit that's flattering, don't you?"
Betty looked at Tina and shook her head No, emphatically. "You mean," Tina asked in a concerned voice, "you don't want to suffer and die for Mark's pleasure…and my pleasure, too."
Betty shook her head even more emphatically.
Tina smiled at her and gently kissed her on the cheek. "That's okay," she said reassuringly. "We don't require you to want it. This isn't about you."
For two days, Tina and Mark had their way with Betty. Mark raped her multiple times, of course. The first few times, Betty tried hard to hold back her orgasms, but failed, making them larger and more obvious. The fact that her rapist/torturer/murderer could bring her to orgasm deeply humiliated Betty. Tina thought that hilarious and couldn't resist teasing the poor girl about it.
Once, on Mark's suggestion, Tina took a small, dull penknife and cut up the soles of Betty's feet as Mark raped her. Another time, Tina lay down on top of Betty and invited Mark to fuck her.
But the best time of all, from Tina's point of view, was when Mark took out and plugged in a very large, phallic-looking soldering iron. He asked Tina if she wanted soldering rights above the waist or below. She picked below, but he insisted she first watch what he did above.
Rubbing the very hot metal very gently on her body, he started with the arms, the torso, the neck, the armpits. Betty's eyes blazed with pain as he caressed the top and bottom of her right breast, before he finally pressed it into her left nipple. The ball gag wasn't enough to block her whimpering.
Tina was a quick learner. When it was her turn, she started with the inside of Betty's legs before stroking her mound, setting hairs briefly on fire. Then she pressed it into Betty's clit before finally raping her with the iron. "You got to rape her so many times," she told Mark, "but I got to do the most damage."
There were no more orgasms for Betty after that. When Mark raped her, he had to use a considerable amount of lubricant.
"I think it's time to kill her," said Mark, examining Betty's face. "Go on much longer and she won't be able to experience her agony."
It was Tuesday morning, and Betty was pretty warn out.
"Mark?" Tina asked hesitantly. "May I…?"
"…kill her?" Mark completed her question. She nodded with a child-in-a-candy-store smile. "Sure. You can strangle her while I administer her last fuck. That's something you can never experience: The amazing things that a dying cunt can do the cock inside of it."
Tina giggled like a schoolgirl.
Mark opened a nearby drawer and removed a thin, flexible wire with wooden handles on each end. Tina licked her lips when she saw it.
Then he pulled out a cock ring with two fish hooks embedded into it, positioned so they would…
"…plunge into her clit with every stroke," said Tina out loud.
"Technically," corrected Mark, "they'll plunge into the charred remains of her clit."
Tina smiled at him. He was rock solid hard already, and she slipped the cock ring onto him. She picked up the lubricant sitting on the desk, slathered some on his cock and in Betty's pussy. Then Mark climbed on top of the helpless girl and plunged in.
Betty's eyes widened at the new pain from the fish hooks. Then she felt the wires wrap around her throat, cutting off her air and digging into her tender flesh.
"Not so hard," she heard Mark say. "You'll kill her too quickly." Tina loosened up a bit.
"I don't think we need this anymore," said Mark as he removed the gag. Betty opened her newly-freed mouth wide, trying to suck air into her narrowing throat. Soon, her tongue was protruding.
"Betty, dear," Tina said softly into her ear. "I want you to know that we really appreciate the sacrifice you're making for our pleasure. And we're getting a whole lot of pleasure out of this."
Mark continued to fuck her for what seemed like forever, each plunge causing a searing pain in her crotch. Meanwhile, Tina was slowly tightening the wire, cutting off more breath each time. Occasionally, Mark would tell Tina to loosen up a bit so that Betty could suffer more.
And suffering she was. Every muscle in her body ached from two days tied in one position. Her ragged clit screamed at her brain for mercy. The wire was deep in her neck and her lungs were beginning to explode.
"Now! Pull hard!" commanded Mark, and the wire cut off all air. The agony was beyond anything she could imagine. Yet through it all, she was suddenly aware that Mark was cumming, and pumping what felt like galleons of semen into her.
With Mark's coaching, Tina's timing had been perfect. He started shooting his cum into a living, suffering woman wracked with pain and fear. He finished shooting it into a corpse.
Mark relaxed, still on top of, and inside of, Betty's dead body. Almost immediately, he heard Tina's lous and ecstatic orgasm. He looked up and saw that she was leaning on the headboard, masturbating. It hadn't taken her long to climax.
What an amazing woman, he thought; unlike any other he ever had. He'd have to come up with something special for her…several special things, actually.
He figured he'd start by hanging her by her wrists and giving her a light whipping--a heavier one could come later. Then he would drop her to her knees and…he could say something to her he'd never been able to tell a lover: "My job right now is to contemplate how I'm going to make the remainder of your life as humiliating and painful as possible. Your job is to suck your executioner's cock."
Tina's question brought him back to the present. "Will my death be as painful as hers?"
Mark smiled at her. "No. It will be worse."
For a moment, she was overcome with fear. What had she gotten herself into? She didn't regret what she did to Betty, but did she really want to experience that herself?
But she'd already made her offer and she wasn't about to back out now. Besides, it all seemed so very sexy.
She smiled at her killer. "Well," she said, "anything you do for sexual pleasure, should be done slowly and sensually. And that includes dying."
She took his hand in hers. "When do we start."