The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life · Enslaved · Part 2 (2/2)
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Paul walked around in front of the sobbing, sweating, stretched blonde slave and unbuckled and unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor, followed by his boxer shorts. Stepping out of them he strode forward and without otherwise touching the spread sobbing woman he thrust himself deep into her and began fucking her. Marla began, simultaneously, whipping her wire stretched breasts and nipples………..methodically but not savagely, this time……the sobbing ceased and low, keening scream of pure pleasure arose from the quivering vocal cords and gurgled forth from the open, gasping mouth.
As Paul plunged in an out of the wet, slurping sucking hole he began to feel it contract and release him with each stroke and then after about a dozen strokes with the 'cat' he felt the muscles in the slave's cunt tighten down on him and heard the wild screams and moans of a total orgasm take over. The orgasm continued, along with the whip strokes across the breasts and nipples as he sawed in and out of the tightening pussy to a climax and shot the climaxing blonde slave full of cum…………he continued for several minutes afterward, fucking the moaning and satisfied still orgasming slave……..still feeling her muscles gripping him tightly…..and then pulled out and backed away……….which brought another long string of pleas and begging and moaning for Mistress Marla to make him "fuck me"……..until they died away into a gurgling moan.
Paul retrieved his shorts and pants and redressed. Marla came around beside him and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Satisfied, MASTER PAUL? You could fuck her for hours on end that way and I could whip her tits off and she'd still beg for more and keep coming………she wasn't always that way…..but after a little training on my part……..she developed a very high tolerance for pain and a very strong 'need' to be climaxed continuously. Normally, I use a dildo on her and plug her ass with another one while I simultaneously whip her. Neat, huh?"
She flicked the switches and the blonde moved back into the position she was in when Paul walked into this 'torture chamber' in the basement of an old victorian castle of a house. Marla replaced the shaft in the blonde's ass and drew the head backward with the strap. She walked over to the dangling nipple weights and added to them so the nipples stretched upward and forward even more. Paul watched it all and watched his cum dribble out of the still contracting pussy and down the profusely sweating blonde's legs.
"How long are you going to leave her that way, Mistress Marla?"
"All night and part of tomorrow………..when we bring Linda back here later tonight, they can keep each other company….. perhaps even sing a few duets for us before the night's over…..eh?"
Paul shivered, just thinking about Linda going through this and perhaps more, but he said nothing. Marla took him on a guided tour of the dungeon or torture chamber as she called it and showed him literally dozens of devices and 'systems' designed specifically and exclusively for the 'torturing' of the female of the species. The collection was unbelievable and so were the restraints….all made of black leather, softened with linseed oil and supple.
Then Marla took him to a corner of the room and flip a wall switch and showed him a hoisting mechanism consisting of a cable and hook that allowed her to move a bound slave upward or downward from floor to floor in the three story victorian castle like home, complete with trap doors on each floor. He listened as she explained that she had borrowed that idea, also, from Linda's description of Master Chris' setup in Parkersburg. This time, Paul lied and said he knew about THAT.
They went upstairs and Marla gave him a tour of the otherwise normal looking house………….except, for the trap doors, or so it seemed. After she had worked him all the way up to the Master Bedroom and shown him that, she asked him: "Would you believe that there are presently nine…..count em…. NINE slaves in this house besides the one you fucked in the basement?"
He shook his head 'no' and Marla walked over to a set of wall switches and knobs on a panel by the huge king sized bed. She flicked the switch and the bed rose slowly upward and began to rotate until the underside, rotating up toward him, revealed a petite naked brunette strapped eloquently and tightly to the underside, fully gagged, blindfolded and quivering in her stringent bondage. Marla pointed downward at the floor under the bed as the mattress and box springs completed their 'flip' leaving the bound little beauty face upward.
There, on the floor, beneath the bed, were what looked like two breast cups and a strange looking thing about where the brunette's pussy would be when she was face down under the bed against the floor. Marla walked back to the switch and played with the controls. Shafts rose and rotated and pistoned back and forth from the pussy centered device…..and the rims of the breast cups contracted as small needle like devices appeared from nowhere all along the interior surface of the cups.
"This is how I amuse myself and prepare my 'nightcap' before I go to sleep, Master Paul!" She flipped the switches and rotated the small brunette slave strapped to the bed back into her original position and gave a couple of the switches a slight flick and a little twist on several knobs. Paul heard a low gurgling sound coming from under the bed. "May as well start warming the bitch up for later! You may get horny when we get back here with Linda!"
As they walked back through each room, Marla, through the flipping of switches and rotating of knobs, disclosed eight more naked, bound, gaged and blindfolded slaves, all female and all uniquely imprisoned in what looked like a very "normal" house…..room by room. One of them was in a state of exhaustion because Marla had left her dildo's running at high speed and her breast stimulators and nipple suckers running the same way…..she was totally fucked out and limp. He helped Marla take her out of the contraption and put her on the hoist that sent her to the basement, which it turned out, had several 'holding cells' that were padded on all the walls, ceiling a floor. When they got back to the basement, Marla carried the exhausted slave to a pure white padded cell, laid her on the floor and slammed and locked the door.
Paul couldn't resist……..he had to ask her…….."are all these lovely ladies here of their own free will and accord, Marla….or are you holding them captive?"
"Only the blonde on the 'rams' is here, kind of against her will. Her lover, the brunette under the bed upstairs, brought her to me for, shall we say, 'training'. She wanted a submissive 'partner' she could watch submitting and make love to knowing that she had the same desires and needs. I obliged."
"And the blonde (glancing over at the suspended, ram held still dripping sweating slave in the center of the basement 'torture room') is about 'ready', I presume?"
"Oh hell no! But now I can let the two of em go 'home' and they'll come back when I call them or if they want to 'play' with me. But she is a long way from being submissive enough. That will take weeks and maybe months more……for her to get to where Linda is, for example."
"And where, pray tell, IS Linda in this thing? Just how far along is she."
Marla grinned at Paul and said "You mean you don't KNOW? You really don't know, Paul? Linda is the STAR ATTRACTION in my STABLE. You could punish her to death and she'd love it………put her in the rams, for example, and pull her apart……and all she'd do is cum 'til she died. She is the 'model' and the instigator of all this…… AND, SHE IS THE ONE WHO DESIGNED MOST OF THIS STUFF FOR ME."
Paul shook his head and asked, "How in the hell could you afford all this stuff? It had to cost tens of thousands of dollars."
"It did…. INDEED…. IT DID!!! But, I had a rich family…….my mother and father were wealthy as shit……until the day they died in a plane crash. As the only child, I got it all. To supplement the investments I have from that inheritance, I occasionally take on an 'errant young lady', and a few older ones, who, for various reasons, need training and taught to be properly submissive. It pays VERY VERY WELL, Paul……. Excellent! That's how I did it and continue to do it."
"Aren't you afraid of somehow, shall we say, 'getting caught'."
"Not really. I trained some cops' wives and girl friends. WELL! Gave em back a submissive woman that would fuck em and suck em for hours on end and play 'bondage games' with em 'til hell freezes over. The 'ladies' and their husbands or boy friends don't know where this place is and have never seen the road to it or away from it. Later tonight, I'll show you how I do that using Linda. The trolley from the garage to the cellar is a small part of it. That's why I wanted your car instead of mine, tonight, Paul. Here, help me carry this thing back up to the car….. I don't want to fuck with the trolley….we're late as it is, partner!"
And with that, they picked up a strange 'trays and spreader rods' device and lugged it out of the basement torture room and up to the car where Marla placed it in the center of the back seat of the Lincoln. They got in the car and Marla opened the garage door as Paul backed out and down the drive to the street, heading for Linda's house, as Marla had promised. As they drove away, Paul asked Marla, "Am I the first man to ever see your 'slave castle', Marla?"
"No….but you are the first one to know where, exactly, it's located and the first to see, almost everything in it."
"Almost?"
"Later, MASTER PAUL….. LATER……you'll get to see it ALL! That I promise. That's what Linda wants. She wants to be there when you do. I don't think you could quite handle the few things I didn't show you unless she was there, demonstrating them for you. She is only one of three submissives who can tolerate that much, shall we say, 'submission', to make it palatable, eh?"
Paul shivered and drove on toward Linda and Johnny's house, wondering what the hell he had really gotten into by messing with Linda. He was sure he would find out before the night was over……damn sure of it!
As he drove across the south end of town in the Lincoln Town Car with Marla on board, Paul reflected on the facts about Linda he presently knew for sure. He was beginning to see a pattern to the people Linda "played with" and had recognized Linda's skillful hands and wild submissive's imagination in all that he saw at Marla's "Castle". The equipment and layouts were indi- cative of things he had heard straight from Linda's mouth while she was "flying" bound down on his lap. He knew, absolutely KNEW, that Marla's place had been designed and perhaps built by the "chief submissive" in Marla's "stable", NOT MARLA. And he had a suspicion that what he was about to see at Linda's home would be no different in that respect.
Paul wheeled the big car around the turn onto Linda's street and park across the street and six houses beyond, just to be safe. Marla got out and walked across the street, down six houses and up onto the front door. She rang the bell and waited….a long time. No answer. She fumbled with her purse and took out a key which she used to let herself in. A few minutes later she came out on the porch and waved to Paul to come in with her.
Paul got out of the car, locked the doors and shut them and then walked down the street and into the house behind Marla. As he entered he noted that the place was only "so-so" comfort wise and not very well kept up. Marla guided him to the kitchen and down through a door and a steep set of rickety stairs to the basement which she had lighted somewhat, by turning on the stair light switch.
"OK, sit down in the 'MASTER'S CHAIR', MASTER PAUL and let me demonstrate Linda's special 'misbehaving' punishment room for you". She walked to a panel on the wall and flipped a switch and a set of colored lights came on and illuminated a dancer's platform at the far end of the room. Carpeted, canopied and with four side poles of some substance, one on each corner, running floor to ceiling.
"This is where Linda 'entertains' Johnny's 'friends' and her punishment sex machine types, Master Paul. Johnny has her start fully clothed the moment they bring her down here, dancing on the stage. As she gets going, he has her shed all her clothes and dance for the guys to get both her and them horny and worked up. She knows better than to refuse, because if she does refuse, she gets bound to THIS and dry fucked for starters!!!"
A spotlight came on and illuminated a rather huge, black, leather covered 'saw horse' in the center of the room. Like a carpenter's saw horse only bigger and specially made……leather covered with straps in various places. Two pairs of legs were adjustable up and down, and stuck out at 45 degree angles from the top at both ends down to the floor. Marla had him get up and come look at the device, closely, as she explained it. Paul didn't think it need explaining but he listened.
"They put Linda on the top of this thing, face down, her head sticking over this end and her ass hanging off the back. Her arms and legs are buckled down on the legs and the big wide leather strap in the middle is tightened down over her back to secure her to the top horizontal 'bar', but it really isn't needed and neither are the arm straps, Master Paul." And with that statement, Marla took a pair of two to three foot long slender stainless steel rods down from the wall and slid them through holes in the top horizontal piece or bar at the back and the front, crossways, and then she stood back.
"The front rod is passed through Linda's nipple rings and through the top of the "horse". The back rod is passed through two of Linda's four cunt rings and through the horse. Once 'in place', there is no way in the world she can get off the horse until someone withdraws the two rods. You will note the small holes in each side of the rod at the edge of the 'horse'?"
"Yes, Marla, I see them", Paul replied.
"These small pad locks are passed through the holes in each rod on either side of the horse so that LINDA cannot withdraw the rods when her arms are not strapped to the legs. Neat, huh?"
Paul did not respond.
"Once she's, shall we say, 'attached', she can move her legs and arms and head all she wants, but she cannot get up until 'someone' unlocks and withdraws the rods. It's ingenious and terrifyingly EFFECTIVE. She is restrained by her sex organs only and does not dare try to get off or to move her body to any extent. She simply has to lay there and accept whatever happens to her, and A LOT 'HAPPENS'…..believe me it does!", Marla exclaimed with a 'hiss'.
"I'll bet it does," Paul said lowly and quietly almost under his breath.
"If Johnny ever catches Linda messing with you, before she tells him about you (and she won't tell him, Paul, that I KNOW!)….. he'll walk into the Lounge some night with his buddies from the job and after she's through dancing they will hustle her out to the car and bring her down here. When she's been made to dance to a nude and aroused state after some 'hits' of Marijuana, and maybe other shit, they'll lift her off the stage, lay her over this baby, slip the rods in and lock em, and then 'go at her' all night long and all the next day…..continuously…..three and four at a time……while Johnny watches……..mouth, ass, cunt, armpits, hands………the whole scene………fucking her continuously until she's exhausted and then some more and some more and still more!"
"How in the hell do you know so much about this Marla? Hummmm?", Paul queried her.
"Because, a couple of times, Johnny invited me to watch the 'show'!"
"That's 'sick', Marla!!!"
"Ummm, Hummmm…..and it's also FUN! The bitch hates this place but when she's wound up and running she 'performs' beautifully and continuously, taking everything they dish out and screaming for more until they 'overdo' it which they always do."
Marla withdrew the rods and put them back and then shut off the lights on the stage and the horse and motioned to Paul to follow her back upstairs, where, when he was back in the kitchen, she key-locked the basement door deadbolt. Paul followed her out of the house and she locked the front door deadbolt, too.
Later, as they drove back toward the lounge, Paul asked Marla, "Do you honestly BELIEVE that Johnny 'invented, designed and built' that basement punishment room, Marla? Do you really?"
"NOPE!…. I KNOW THAT LINDA DID!!! Does that surprise you?"
"No, it sure doesn't! NOTHING about Linda surprises me. I KNOW she COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY designed your place, didn't she?"
"Uh, Huh….she sure did! And well, I might add! The 'lady' has been 'around' and she knows how to develop fear and anticipation in submissives, being perhaps the most submissive and fearful of them ALL, Paul!"
"Is all that stuff from her memories and past, Marla…..or is it strictly a case of fantasy fulfillment?"
"BOTH! I gather she has not told you ALL about her past, Paul,…..correct?"
"That's correct….but ENOUGH…….enough for me to recognize some of the stuff at your place as well as in the basement back there."
"Has she mentioned Alex or told you about what he did to her and how?"
"She's mentioned him, yes……but no details yet! Why?"
"Get her to tell you about him and the way he did her…….make her tell you about where he took her in Mexico and what she saw there…… AND EXPERIENCED!!!! But make damn sure you can 'handle it' before you get her going on that 'trip'. It's not very 'pretty' and if you aren't careful, she'll make you sick as hell with that 'tale'……a true story, incidentally, from beginning to end!!!"
"What's so sickening about it, Marla?"
"You ask LINDA, Paul….. ASK HER!!!! Then decide for yourself what's 'sick' about it!….understand?"
"No, I don't….but I'll 'ask' her….pointedly, OK?"
"Uh, Huh…..say, let's stop at the Chinese Restaurant and get something to eat. I'm starved! You game?"
"Yah"
"You know how to get there?"
"Yup…… Linda and I were there earlier tonight!"
Marla smiled at him, knowingly, and patted him on the right shoulder, but said nothing.
They stopped at the restaurant, ate two big dinners and appetizers and about an hour and a half later drove back to the Lounge. Marla left him in the Lincoln Town Car in the back of the parking lot and went inside. It was about 2:00AM. About 2:25AM, Marla came out of the Lounge front door with Linda following along behind. As Paul watched them approach his car, he noticed that Linda had her head lowered so her chin was on her chest and was walking lock stepped and very submissively behind Marla, who opened the back door of the Lincoln for Linda and pointed for her to get in. Linda got in, sat down and said nothing as Marla shut the door and walked around and got in through the opposite back door.
"OK, MASTER PAUL……let's take our misbehaving, slave bitch to my place!……….. Don't turn the interior lights on, MASTER PAUL… I have to get the bitch ready………… OK, SLAVE… STRIP!!!!……. NOW…… GET IT ALL OFF…….then get on your favorite device in your favorite position………," MARLA snarled out to Linda.
Paul heard a long sigh followed by a weak "yes, Mistress" and heard the rustling of clothes and then heard Linda moving around in the back seat. He looked up into the mirror and saw her kneeling on her knees, spread wide apart and placed in the two tray like arrangements of the device Marla had helped him carry out of the dungeon at her place and put on his back seat. Paul heard the sound of leather straps being buckled down and the sound made by a slave being ball gagged…….followed by low moans and gurgles and the sound of hands moving over flesh….a lot of such sounds…..and the moans grew deeper and more pronounced as he drove toward Marla's place.
When they entered the driveway, Paul heard the garage door opener click in the back seat and saw the doors rise. He drove in, parked the car, and turned off the engine. Marla told him to get out and go around to the back door on the other side, as the garage door lowered and the lights in the garage came on in a dull red glow this time.
Paul, trying to get accustomed to the low, faint red light, opened the back door and looked inside. There, on his back seat, knelt a gagged and securely bound, naked and quivering Linda, 'mounted' in the strange 'device' he and Marla had put into the backseat earlier. Her legs were hugely spread, strapped together, thigh to calf and strapped to a tray arrangement under each leg. A wide leather strap running from the outside of one tray ran over her back and presumably was buckled tightly down to the other side. Linda had a 'trainer and gag' arrangement thrust in her mouth and bridging her face and going over her head.
A leather strap pulled her head up and back because it was looped through a ring in the top of the trainer and buckled through a ring in the strap over her back. Thrusting out Linda's behind were two buzzing dildos, one for each 'hole' and on her nipples were a set of tightly screwed down nipple clamps. Linda was moaning softly, sweating and trembling as Marla spoke to him: "OK, lift her up off the seat and help me get her out of the car and up onto the trolley, MASTER PAUL…..we've got some 'work' to do with her and we best be getting to it…… SOON!", Marla hissed at him. —
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life · Enslaved · Part 2 (2/2)
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