The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life · Enslaved · Part 1

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Part 2 – Chapter 5

A VISIT TO MISTRESS MARLA'S "CASTLE" AND ELSEWHERE

Paul sat in the dark corner booth in the back of the Lounge and watched Linda's husband 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 briskly across the back of the Lounge room and approached Paul's booth purposefully.

"Hi, Paul! I'm Marla. Linda tells me that you and I have a 'mutual interest' in her."

"Oh? While you're sitting down, how about explaining that?"

"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!!!"

"What do you have in mind, Marla. I'd sort of like to stay here and watch Linda dance."

"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."

"Such as?"

"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.

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.

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'".

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?".

"Uh, Huh…..a DAMN GOOD ONE, Paul…. MASTER PAUL! Let's take your car, shall we? We're going to my place."

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.

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!"

"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?"

"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."

"Mind telling me 'how' and 'why'?"

"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."

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.

"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."

"That's SICK, Marla!"

"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."

"Has she told him yet?"

"Nope!"

"Think she will?"

"Nope!"

"Think he'll find out?"

"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."

"You know about THAT, Marla? How?"

"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."

"I don't think I even have to comment on that 'jealous' thing, do I, Marla?"

"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!"

"Why's that?"

"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 mafioso 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."

"Well I'll be Goddamned! No wonder she's been so damn skittish and half in a panic. She NEVER told ME!!!"

"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."

"'Safe' meaning I quit seeing her and 'playing with her', Marla?"

"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."

"It's happened before, I take it?"

"Yup, a few times. Not many, but a few. She got it because of me."

"I thought you said he didn't mind WOMEN messing with her?"

"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."

"Real cute…..real damn cute! The guy must be a real son of bitch, Marla?"

"He is THAT….but he loves her in his own way."

"What's Linda got to say about all this?"

"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."

"I take it she's a 'sex object' or 'show piece' for him with his friends and that he's into some illegal stuff?"

"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."

"Hummmmmm, I see………has she got any way of getting out of all that shit, Marla?"

"Yup….she sure does! You're looking at half of her 'out' and the other half you look at every morning in the mirror!"

"I somehow was afraid that was what you were going to say. Why me and why you?"

"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."

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: "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."

"Hummmmmm, and if I don't come across with points two and three I'm no better than her Goddamn husband…. RIGHT, Marla?"

"You said it, pal…. I didn't! And Linda will never say it….but she may, eventually, think it!"

"Thanks…. I needed that! A whole bunch, Marla."

"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."

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.

"Yup….me and the damn bank……..like it?"

"I love it! It has class and character!"

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!!!"

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: "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!"

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'.

As the second door moved sideways, sliding on apparent rollers, Paul heard a faint, quivering voice begin begging plaintively: "Oh, please MISTRESS……….. PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!! It hurts SSSSOOOO MMMUUUCCCHHH!!!! PPPPPLLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE!!!!

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.

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!!!!"

The quivering voice gasped "yyyyeeeessss, MISTRESS…….. I LOVE it!" "I LOVE YOU, MISTRESS!"

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.

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.

"Well…. MASTER PAUL (with vehement exclamation)? How do you like my 'torture chamber' and my latest 'learning slave'? Hummmm?"

"How long's she been suspended that way, MARLA?", Paul asked.

"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)!!!!"

"Ok…….how long?"

"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?"

A faint "yes mistress" gurgled from the upturned quivering face and head, followed by a low rising groan and then a wild begging scream. As Paul walked all the way around the suspended, sweating blonde slave he realized 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.

"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?"

"No, as a matter of fact, she hasn't."

"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 Amphitheater"…………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.

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.

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'.

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.

"You fucking bitch………..you whore!!!!………..this is NOTHING…nothing at all!!! Tonight you will know what 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.

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!!!"

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.

"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!!!!"

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.

The screams abruptly stopped on about the third stroke between the outstretched legs and the almost totally hoarse voice lowly pleaded: "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.

"See,…… MASTER (sneeringly, again)? She loves it and she wants MORE….much more! Would you like to 'finish her'? Hummmmmm?"

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……."

The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life · Enslaved · Part 1 (1/2)
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