"So what are you doing?" Tom called from the living room. Vicki did not hear she was entranced between the screen before her and her own imagination.
'What would it be like?' she mused, fantasized, and visualized. Her nipples tweaked as a hot flash ran through her center.
"Honey, where are you?" A voice echoed thru her fantasy Tom his voice. Oh
"In here, I'm just " She faded as her eyes eagerly danced thru the passages. She felt hot, almost wet, excited.
"Oh " Tom passed the doorway. "There again. So what are you reading this time?"
"Give me a few minutes to finish this story and I'll tell you. Okay?" Vicki paused from the screen to look directly at her husband. He smiled. He liked the passion these things kindled in his wife, and their discussions had often left him curiously aroused.
"Sure." He sauntered into the garage and fussed about his workbench knowing those few minutes might last twenty to thirty. He smiled at the possibilities he might explore thereafter.
Vicki read on it only took her another ten minutes then she printed the story. Something about events in this particular story held her captive. She had read and reread this one several times. Why not share it with Tom? He might just find something that he enjoyed too besides it was appropriate for them to share common interests. It helped build unity and understanding between them and it turned her on so why not share it with Tom?
Vicki sat at the table with several pieces of printed paper in front of her waiting for Tom to finish in the garage. It didn't take too long before he came in from the garage. Vicki was still lost in fantasy excited sitting silently.
"Oh, hi." Tom said as the door closed behind him. "Did you enjoy yourself?" He asked somewhat rhetorically. "Want a glass of water?" Tom opened the refrigerator door and pour two glasses just past half full. "What's it this time?" He sat at the table with Vicki. She pushed the papers towards him as she sipped the water.
"It's one of my favorite stories. I thought you might like to read it." Vicki sat in silence watching Tom read the story. After he turned the first several pages Vicki left to visit the bathroom Tom read on. He was near finished by the time she returned.
Vicki fussed at the sink while he finished. Her stomach churned about in the silence. Vicki fidgeted about the sink, nervous. It took courage to share the dark places even with one you love and trust. She felt embarrassed almost sick to her stomach. She wished for a moment that she had never printed the pages.
"Interesting. So what do you like so much about this one?" Tom puzzled thumbing back thru the pages.
"I'm not sure really. What did you think?" Vicki leaned against the counter facing Tom.
"She sure got herself into it big time don't you think?"
"I guess but she kind of knew it before she signed the papers It's kind of like she choose to have those things done even if she didn't know what was going to happen to her."
"Yeah. I guess so. But to be taken like that " Tom trailed off.
"Exactly! Knowing her life was not at risk, yet taken by her consent against her will into the unknown what a rush!" Tom looked curiously at Vicki.
"Go on " Tom invited Vicki to continue. "Well, she knew it was coming, just not when or how. She signed a consent form and everything. She had to know they were coming someday and she knew her life was neither at risk, nor would there be any serious injury and they just took her safely against her will in the moment."
"That's like signing up for the panic of a kidnapping only with safety bumpers." Tom said puzzling at the obvious excitement in Vicki's voice.
"Well, kind of but what a rush!"
"Okay and the way they used her?" Tom questioned kind of getting a glimpse of things Vicki was trying to say, and yet not say. Yet still, Tom had only a very vague idea at best.
"Yes they did." Vicki said flatly. "They used her and she had no options, absolutely nothing she could do about any of it. It is so intense."
"So you really like this What if it was you in that story?" Tom offered in rebuttal. "Would you want to be taken and used like that?" Tom paused for effect. "I mean really, honestly?" Vicki paused before responding.
"Actually, Love, I think I would really enjoy it honestly." Vicki flushed warm thru her center. Her nipples twitched hardening slightly beneath her bra. Tom noticed the lumps rising in the fabric.
"Really. But she was kind of 'raped', shared by any number of men, her body and sex used for their entertainment and she was coupled with a dog before she was returned to her husband. Did we read the same story?"" Vicki nodded slowly. She was burning beneath her outward appearance. Maybe Tom saw
"And branded before she was returned." Vicki smiled. She knew the story well.
"And you really think you would enjoy something like this?" Tom asked not entirely sure what to make of it.
"Yeah. I like the scenario safely taken against her will she submits to whatever and then is returned to her husband and family." Vicki shifted her hips. She sensed the passions rising inside her body. She wanted Tom to take care of her soon.
"Well, I suppose I like the whole thing with the dog Why don't you try that?"
"I don't know. I'm not sure how I would feel about myself later not that I would mind or would say no it's just that to say come over here Fido and 'do' me is a bit – icky – to me. Though I think if it was done to me, I wouldn't mind it at all I've kind of fantasized about that if you know what I mean " Vicki trailed off waiting to see Tom's reaction.
"So if I tied you up somehow and had a dog mount you not only would that be okay with that, but you would like it?" Tom asked curiously.
"Oh." Tom sat in silence pondering the thing a moment. His cock getting rigid as her considered the possibilities.
"And if I had you abducted, taken and used like this I supposed you'd like that too?" Tom asked only half intending any kind of answer. Vicki paused several long seconds before saying anything.
"Sure could you " Vicki mused over the ideas running like lightening thru her mind. "Would you?" Vicki looked directly into Tom's eyes. It was a question in the moment that neither had anticipated.
"I'm sure I could, but really honestly " Tom back peddled slightly.
"Why not?! Could you you know arrange it somehow. I mean wow!" Vicki queried.
"I don't know really. But would you really want that even if I could figure it out?" Tom sputtered.
"I think so " Vicki paused thinking honestly. "Yeah, sure. I think if we could figure it out I would like that very much." Vicki's sex was hot moisture seeping from her passion. Now it was Tom's turn to ponder things.
"Well, I think I could find someone to help out but are you sure? I mean to have someone abduct you by force against your will, rape you as it were, wax your sex, torture your tender places, and use you, give you to a dog and return you home safe and sound?" Tom wasn't sure they were on the same thing here.
Vicki pondered each word abducted, taken raped – well not really, but then that is sex against her will anyway waxed, tied, tortured okay and sex with a dog okay.
"And branded." Vicki's stomach flipped as she contemplated such things. "But I would have to know it was with you, so I'd be safe and all. I mean, I don't have a death wish or anything like that and I don't want to be hurt I mean a real injury, cuz the wax and branding thing is gonna hurt some."
"Are you sure?" Tom reiterated the question.
"Yes." This time Vicki did not hesitate. Her heart was racing at the possibility.
"Let me think about it. I mean if you want to that's okay but I need to think about how I feel and if so, how to do it? Vicki smiled as she took Tom by the hand.
"Come with me " She could wait no longer. Her passions needed some relief.
Okay, Tom thought as he worked thru the next several days. I don't get it. But then it wasn't his request either, so he really didn't need to completely comprehend the erotica that Vicki desired. She aroused him and having her satisfied, excited, and or aroused had an invigorating erotic effect upon himself. In fact thinking about her sexual adventures created more than a little discomfort for the moment. Tom's manhood felt too prominent for the work place.
Okay so maybe he would oblige her desires
But how? He pondered her request for several days. He reread the story several times pondering events, think about how he might do these things, and how he felt about it. Telling Vicki too much would destroy the reality of abduction or the intensity of having her taken sexually. Yet without some indication of safety erotica would be nothing more than trauma and her safety was a real concern then too there was his love for her as his wife and all could he watch her being abducted, raped, and tortured or better could he participate in any manner. Tom struggled with his thoughts alone over the next week.
Vicki noticed the missing story. Her heart jumped and stopped. In its place was a simple consent/release form. One person named "Vicki" would consent to abduction and/or rape by unknown persons at an undetermined time and hold said parties blameless for such acts and Vicki had to sign it now or never Fantasy was one thing and reality very much another. With her passions not soaring wildly, reality seemed a bit well, real! Everything inside Vicki strained to stop her shaking hand as she signed the paper. And the safe word - thumper. Vicki wrote it down putting it away in her purse.
The next day the paper with her signature was gone. Tom said nothing about it. Vicki dared not ask lest it might not happen yet still that it might just happen! And that both excited and scared her at the same time.
Okay yes. Tom would arrange her abduction. He would give 'her' sex over to her abductors. Tom was not sure that he could be party to those particular fears and tears. Tom was sure he could do most of the tortures she fantasized about. Yes, he could do those and maybe even the branding then that brought up another quandary. What to brand her with and where to place such a mark?
She wanted something feminine. What might that be? And she would have to work soon afterward, so where to place it without impeding her daily life? Tom considered these things carefully. These were not request to be taken lightly.
Trauma v. safety erotic fantasy v. reality Who, what, where, when? And the cost of things had to be considered too There was always someone willing to fuck a pretty woman but this was his woman, more over, his wife the woman HE loved.
Tom decided upon a four-day weekend. Time off from work might tip his hand.
"Jake, your pretty open minded. I wanna get your opinion about something." Tom puzzled at lunch. "You know my wife, Vicki. Well, she was telling me about some fantasy – dream thing the other day. Your Ex ever tell you anything like that. I mean really personal kind of fantasies."
"Naw not really. I guess talking about stuff was kind-a one of the things we didn't do very well."
"Well, Vicki handed me a story about a woman getting abducted and used by a bunch of guys kind of a payment for some money she got. With every woman saying NO all the time ever wonder, I mean really wonder what they want I mean no is NO except that sometimes they just don't want it to be no . Right? How are guys supposed to know what's what's? Except that legally no is ALWAYS no. So how do you know?"
Jake was someone Tom trusted he lay out her fantasy over lunch. And that was hard! Just think of asking someone you know to fuck your wife even with your permission after they considered your own mental state, well, how much off of the center line do any of us share, ever, even with people we trust completely? To say it was hard would be too large and understatement yet Tom found the courage to talk it over with his friend Jake. Tom let him read the story to give him a picture of what Vicki wanted.
"So Vicki wants me to do this thing... and I'm not sure how really... but I was thinking, well, sure why not!" Tom stumbled about a bit.
"Interested?" Tom finally croaked out flatly feeling the question strangle in his throat even as he asked it.
"Not sure. I mean Vicki's great and all, but what about us – you and me – here at work afterwards? And this would all be legal? Like, she's not gonna charge me with assault or anything?"
"No assault. I'll make it at work. Can you?" Tom asked
"Let me think about it?"
A few days later Tom had one of his assailants. Jake would need help. Tom and Jake interviewed several guys Jake knew before they had assembled enough manpower, three, for a safe quick abduction. Tom did not know either of them and they did not work together. Tom felt a bit of distance would protect Vicki, Jake and Tom. They set upon a date two months from now. That would give enough time for Vicki to forget as it were or at least shelf the idea. Surprise would have to be part and parcel of any real attempt at abduction. Then there were details to be worked out and a dry run or two to be done.
Tom decided that to make the abduction part of some rather normal event say an appliance repair or carpet cleaner There were three men. Two would grab her arms while the other bagged her head with a simple pillowcase. Vicki would have a dog collar buckled about the bottom of the pillowcase. This would prevent the hood from dislodging and provide a 'D' ring for tether purposes during the coming events. She would be cuffed or tied and gagged immediately. Her legs bound quickly together at the ankles and knees. A simple PVC pipe would be fashioned into a 'bit gag' and tied to silence her struggles. Vicki would be deposited into a van, one of the guys had an inconspicuous work type van they would use. If all went well no one would get so much as a bruise. Each of the three men were at liberty and expected to fuck her as they wished as often as they wished and in any manner they wished after all what would a good abduction/rape be without a bit of fucking. How, when, and where would be up to them Tom didn't really want to know those details. When they had completed this first 'Act of Abduction' they would inform Vicki by use of the 'safe word' that Tom had sent them to pay her a visit
After Vicki's abduction and rape they would take her, completely naked, to shipping truck that Tom had rented from you know the 'yellow/orange' place. There Tom would be ready for her. Tom would torture her as per her fantasies a ride on the wooden horse pins for tenders wonderful rope bindings There he would shave her sex bald and wax it. Hot wax from a simple fondue pot washed across tenderness and dribbled until all was covered, uncovered and re-waxed. No tears would deter her request only care to not injure.
Vicki would remain hooded, though not gagged, thru the whole of the weekend. To long a period being gagged might hurt her jaws. No one else would be allowed to speak especially not Tom. Any instructions would be solely thru a simple taped recording from a voice she would not know.
On Saturday Vicki would be bound hands to knees and mated with a dog. Pictures! Tom would need a good camera.
On Sunday, at half time, dressed in only corset and hood Vicki will be sold at an auction to one of the men that abducted her. Vicki would be escorted to a house or motel room for the night where her new owner will make use of her until Monday evening. Tom decided he would conduct the auction.
Monday morning Vicki will be fitted with a special bra, 600 plus grit sandpaper, automotive sanding paper, will be glued into the areas about her nipples. ONE thumbtack will be pressed thru the paper so as to be between the paper and the fabric. This one tack will be centered at her nipple. Ten or twelve more thumbtacks will be randomly glued thru the fabric about the cup. This she would wear with her corset until the beginning of work Tuesday morning.
Monday evening a small brand would be placed just above and to the left on her sex over her pubic mound. Vicki would be home.
Reality meets fantasy
All was set into place now Tom waited. Vicki said nothing more about it. Tom grew a bit fidgety as the chosen date approached. He had scheduled a small private carpet cleaner to do three rooms late on a Friday afternoon. Vicki seemed to have forgotten the carpet cleaning which played perfectly into Tom's plans. Jake and two men arrived at 3 PM right on time. Tom helped Vicki quickly move the couch, chair, bedroom set, and dresser then Tom left to get some thing or another from the supermarket. As Tom's car backed out of the drive things began for Vicki.
Jake nudged a small lamp knocking it to the floor. Vicki spun about at the commotion.
"Thumper's gonna have my ass for that!" Jake said clearly. The man closest to her grabbed Vicki's arm as she passed by spinning her around. Vicki stumbled slightly catching her balance quickly. Vicki tugged her arm. He held it tightly. Jake jammed a pillowcase over her head as the second man caught her other arm. Both men quickly drew Vicki's arms together behind her.
"Get the F— off me!" She screamed thrashing violently, kicking out at whatever she might strike. Jake placed the bit gag over her head, into her gaping mouth and tugging it snugly into place. Vicki screamed but nothing audible came out... only a very angry noise! One of the men nearly tackled Vicki trying to capture thrashing legs before anyone got seriously kicked. In another few fleeting seconds Vicki's legs were bound securely together. One of the men picked Vicki up stepping into her bedroom and tossed her onto her bed.
"Umpppfff ¼ " was all that Vicki uttered before the bit bound her mouth. Panic raced wildly thru her mind. The pillowcase hid everyone from her vision though she could just make out shadows here and there. What the hell was happening! And it was all happening so quickly. She felt herself being swooped upward bent at the waist... and over someone's shoulder ¼ and bouncing hard on the bed nearly knocked the wind out of her. She groaned momentarily lapsing into a limp heap. Hands found her breasts ¼ the button of her jeans ¼ the zipper. Vicki's eyed widened in shear terror. She struggled against her bindings. They dug painfully into her wrists and ankles.
Vicki screamed as best she could though no words of any kind found utterance. Vicki shook her shoulders try to free her breasts from her assailant's hands. Something tore or cut the tee shirt she was wearing ¼ and her bra. Hands found her bare breasts pinching hard upon her nipples. Vicki screeched again. Her thrashing jerked horribly upon her tender nipples held fast and hard above her. Tears trickled down her cheeks ¼ a tug nearly pulled her off of the bed as her jeans found her ankle bindings. Vicki's panties cut thru the sides pulled coarsely between her legs. Vicki could feel the bindings on her ankles loosen. She tried to lash out to kick someone, something, but only found her ankles caught inside her own jeans. Strong hands grasped her calves ¼ her jeans fell away ¼ her legs pulled wide apart dragging her hips to the edge of her own bed. Vicki tried to kick, to pull, to flail at her captors.
Something large and dry poked hard at her sex ¼ once ¼ twice ¼ three times ¼
"Umpppfff ¼ " Vicki hollered beneath her gag. At the forth poking his hard dry manhood found the opening to Vicki's sex. She was not ready! Her tender labia were dry. It pulled hard at her pussy and he forced his manhood deep into her body. Wildly Jake began pumping at Vicki's sex. Vicki struggled ¼ in vein ¼ she was being raped on her own bed ¼ in her own home. Tears streaked Vicki's cheeks as she felt the man swell inside her ¼ and deposit his cum inside her pussy. A shudder ran violently through her being. The horror began anew. Another was taking his turn at her sex. Though Vicki's sex was slick she felt disgust at the intrusion. Her own body betraying her, Vicki's sex began to feel ¼ stimulated. He came before she had much response. In another quick motion her legs twisted rolling Vicki upon her stomach. Her legs were again bound at the ankles. Then doubling back upon herself at the knees Vicki's ankles were bound to the back of her legs.
Another man's cock poked at her anus. Like Jake it took several hard thrusts before his cock found her bottom ¼ It opened painfully. He pressed his manhood. Vicki wept her shoulders shuddering as he came quickly.
Vicki lay motionless half on the bed half kneeling on the floor ¼ naked ¼ bound ¼ violated ¼ waiting. Waiting for what? She dared not consider the possibilities of her predicament. Fear raced through her mind. Panic waned replaced with the sickening feeling of violation. One of the three men picked up Vicki's feet placing them into a canvas laundry bag. Quickly they slipped the bag about her body. Vicki slumped into a dark place as the drawstring cinched the top closed. Two of her assailants picked Vicki up carrying her from her home. With a thud Vicki found herself deposited upon the floor of their van ¼
"Thumper - Tom sends his best wishes for this weekend." The recorded voice said into Vicki's stunned ears. It was like the whole world lifted in that instant. She would be safe. Her life preserved. She would not be injured out right. And she would be home... again... in time. The voice had said so! Whatever else might happen, this had been at her request. Vicki wept in silence this time in relief. She shook the panic out of her head stealing herself for events in her immediate future.
The doors of the van slammed shut. Twenty minutes give or take and Vicki was on her way to where or what she simply did not know She had signed up for this asked Tom to oblige her Vicki knew her reality in this very moment.
Tom returned home within thirty or so minutes. Vicki was gone. There wasn't much to indicate a struggle just a broken lamp and her cloths, torn, and tossed about and a stain at the edge of the bed cum he supposed. Tom picked up Vicki's torn clothes putting them in her draw. ' Momentos ' of an abduction and rape, her weekend Tom mused to himself. The undamaged clothes he put in the laundry. Tom left the furniture as it was. Real carpet cleaners were due on Saturday morning. He cleaned up a bit. Removed the broken lamp. Hopefully they had taken Vicki by surprise. Tom stripped the bedding placing it in the washer. He remade the bed quietly waiting for the first phone call from Vicki's abductors.
Ring ring ring Tom could not breathe as he raced to the phone. In his fervor he bumped the phone with his hand nearly knocking it off the counter.
"Hello." Tom choked in a dry raspy voice.
"We got her." It was Jake. "Yeah. She's okay Naw, not much took her easily Yeah, we did her Joey's keeping busy now. (Chuckling) Exactly as we planned. Yeah, I'll leave her in the truck about 10 AM tomorrow You sure about this Yeah, sure We can make real good use of her for the night. Sure thing No Yes, I know. We'll leave the pillowcase on. She'll be fine I promise Honest See you tomorrow bye." Tom's hands were cold, sweating cold and shaking as he hung up the phone. Vicki was okay that was what mattered most! Tom sat hard into the chair with a heavy sigh. Then the demons, his demons, slow began to set in
Not jealousy really but something something hurtful in his heart, stomach, at his very center. His Vicki was not here. Tom did not know where Vicki was. He and Jake had decided it best for him not to know lest his demons overpower him with remorse in the moment. It was a wise decision. In fact, Jake had called from a payphone. So Tom could not reach anyone until tomorrow morning. The quiet was deafening! TV, maybe the noise would help. Tom turned on the TV nothing worth the time to watch damn! Why did tonight have to be one of those nights when nothing worth watching was on! DAMN fifteen minutes it seemed like more, much more. Okay, this would not due. Tom decided to get out of the house dinner and a movie well, burgers and a movie... or not. Maybe a visit to the local pub a stripper strutting her stuff might just help his mood. Tom grinned as he started the car. His heart was still racing wildly, but he felt a bit better.
9:15 AM Where were the carpet cleaners? 9:23 9:30 Finally. They were twenty minutes late! Today of all days too. Tom set about getting them started. It was 9:47 before he got the car out of the drive and a twenty-minute drive to where he had left the 'yellow' truck. Vicki would be there for nearly ten minutes with no one about, just bound and waiting. Tom hurried.
There she was, his Vicki. Exactly as she was supposed to be. Vicki stood at the center of the delivery truck, complete naked. Jake and the boys had done well. Vicki's arms were tied to an eye-hook in board at the ceiling. Though her arms were above her head they were not stretched upward. In fact, Vicki's arms rested upon the tether as she stood silently. Her head remained in the pillowcase. The collar, though nearly obscured from view, struck Tom as cute. He smiled. The bit gag kept Vicki saying little more than an occasional "Uuummppff". Vicki's nipples stood erect in the mid-morning chill. She had GREAT nipples. Her breasts nicely shaped and firm, were an arousing spectacle. Tom sensed an arousal in his manhood. Vicki's ankles were locked into a homemade spreader bar. Jake had the keys. Tom could collapse the bar at the center allowing Vicki's legs to be bound securely together or fix the bar to spread her legs some thirty inches apart.
The cargo area was vacant, a perfect location for their weekend's torture. Tom had cleaned it well enough yesterday. He had picked up a twin mattress and blankets from the local second hand store. A port-a-pot from a friend's camp trailer would serve Vicki for the weekend. There was running water at a house only five hundred yards away. Tom had brought two chairs, a bowl for water, and few other small items he thought might be fun. Tom pressed the button on the recorder.
"After you are shaven you will be allowed to ride our little wooden horsey. Do you understand?" Vicki nodded her head.
Tom lathered her sex and began to shave it carefully. Tom used two new razors shaving Vicki's sex twice. Each fold carefully lathered, inspected, and shaved. After Tom was finished he stepped back to examine his work. Vicki's sex was smooth enough to reflect the dim light. Tom worked lotion over the tender newly shorn flesh. Carefully he slipped slick fingers across her delicate sex Vicki groaned, twitched, and shuddered. Her hips began to move slightly meeting his touch. Tom worked her clit tenderly. Vicki groaned eagerly. Her knees buckled as she came with in a shudder. Tom smiled continuing to roll he clit. Vicki nearly fell struggling with her balance while cumming. Tom trickled his finger from her clit upward along her tummy until her tweaked her left nipple. Vicki sagged against the suspension rope.
Tom took a length of nylon rope and began to loop it tightly around her left breast. One loop he pulled it taught two three four and half hitch around her back twice before criss-crossing between each breasts then one loop about the right breast he pulled it taught two three four a half hitch and round her back twice more. The tag end Tom tied securely at her back. The left breast was beginning to acquire a slight color.
Tom slid two chairs, one on each side of Vicki. He piled several old books he had found at the second hand store on the seat of each chair. Tom collapsed the spreader bar grabbing Vicki's ankles he drew her legs close together. Then he passed a wooden handrail (1 ½ in. in diameter) between her legs. Tom drew the slack out of Vicki's tether forcing her to her tiptoes. With a little adjustment, a book here or there, the wooden bar pressed firmly into the smooth crevasses of Vicki's labia. Tom pushed two thumbtacks through several layers of duct tape tapping them to the bottom of Vicki's heels. Tom slackened only slightly the tether above Vicki's head. Instinctively Vicki rested upon her feet. The tacks quickly returned Vicki to her tiptoes causing Vicki to stumble forward slightly. She sat hard upon her sex pressing the wooden pole hard into her pussy. She groaned struggling to regain her balance relieving the pain in her crotch.
Tom compressed the two pieces of plastic together. These particular clothes-pins had little grooves to hold better clothes better and nipples more painfully. Vicki screamed in surprise as the pin closed over her right nipple then her left. Several times she sat hard upon the wooden pole rising to stand upon the tacks She danced painfully shaking her chest trying to rid herself of the painful pins. They went nowhere. Vicki's breasts were beginning to show a tint of color from the bindings. Finally, Tom set the timer on their video recorder. Ten minutes should be enough time to allow for the ride to begin. Tom hustled out locking the door behind him. The carpet cleaners were waiting It would be nearly an hour before he could return.
"Enjoy your ride." He mused to himself. Tom started the car.
Vicki's ears pricked at the door opening. Vicki's nakedness, her exposure and vulnerability to whomever seemed a faint concern to the startled sounds braking her silence. The light straining thru her hood seemed near blinding. Vicki grunted thru her gag. She strained on each sound ¼ to locate it ¼ follow it ¼ identify it ¼ to find any solace in anything about her. Vicki flinched at the touch of someone upon her body. She grunted again.
"After you are shaven you will be allowed to ride our little wooden horse. Do you understand?" Vicki nodded. Who the hell was that? She did not recognize the voice though she did get the sound of a cheap recording. "Shaven?" Shave what? Vicki wondered ¼ not her head surely ¼ that? Vicki almost chuckled ¼ probably. Vicki jump a bit as someone touched her pussy ¼ the sound of lather from a shaving cream can ¼ Actually it felt good, no, better than good ¼ stimulating as he spread the lather about her sex. Vicki stood rigidly still as the razor danced across her tender, delicate skin. She did not particularly want a boo-boo around her pussy. Vicki groaned with pleasure as the attention stimulated her passions. She could sense the stimulation of the sex. Vicki groaned with pleasure. The sound of lather brought her back to reality momentarily. It felt good when he spread the slick cream about her sex. Vicki imagined seeing this person stretch her labia stroking it smooth, while exploring her sex. It was very erotic. She shuddered briefly. There was no drag on the razor as it glided across her soft sex. Smooth ¼ She could feel how smooth her skin had become. Her sex occupied every conscious area of her mind and body. Vicki yearned to cum, to satisfy her passions. Her mind screamed for pleasure. He rolled her firm clit and Vicki exploded losing her balance sagging upon the ropes holding her arms above her head. Her legs seemed like rubber and did not support her as she came over and over. Vicki gave herself over completely to her own passion as orgasm after orgasm shook her very center. It stopped ¼ the touch trailed off ¼
Vicki struggled upright. Her arms ached from her own weight ¼ then something ¼ about her breast. Ouch! It pinched cinched tightly almost cutting her breast in half ¼ then it was looped about again and again. Then the other breasts ¼
What was that? A sound ¼ almost familiar ¼ but not ¼ and again. Vicki was not sure what was going on. She did not understand the sounds about her. Then something hard pressed between her legs. Fingers separated her labia. It was adjusted upward pressing harder into her sex. It felt uncomfortable. The rope tugged at her aching arms. Vicki stood tall to her tiptoes ¼ then something at her feet ¼ but what? The rope slackened. Vicki stepped down. Ouch! Damn! That hurt. But what? She stood on her tiptoes. Whatever it was it was sharp and hurt when it bit into her heel. Vicki tugged a bit at the rope helping to hold herself off her heels.
OUCH!!!!!!!!! She screamed in pain as the clothespin bit into her tender nipple. Instinctively she shook her chest trying to get it off. Vicki lost her balance falling forward on to her sex. That hurt! Vicki struggled to focus on standing. OUCH!!!!!!!! The pin bit into her other nipple. Vicki shook her chest taking care not to loose her balance. The tack at her heel bit hard. Vicki screamed in pain. The door clattered shut! Vicki screamed in anger and pain. Slowly the pins settled into a burning sensation at her nipples. Vicki struggled to keep her balance. Her arms tired. She sat gingerly upon the rod in her groin. Quickly that became very uncomfortable. Vicki tested her feet. That thing still poked painfully into her heel. She pulled at the rope tugging herself onto her tiptoes. Vicki stood in the stillness. Her nipples burnt into the depth of her mind. Time past slowly. A tear began to trickle down her cheek as the first of the cramps in her calves beset her.
Vicki danced about trying to relieve the cramp in her left calf. The pain it was inflicting over powered the burning in her nipples. Finally Vicki had no choice but to try and sit resting her sore cramped calves. Vicki shifted about trying to find a bit of comfort. She rested ¼ sitting began to hurt her sex ¼ her tender parts being pinched upon the rod by her own weight. Vicki tugged herself to her tiptoes. She stood ¼ in time the cramps returned. Vicki sat. She could not sit as long as before. Her sex began to ache. Vicki stood. Her calves cramped far too soon. Vicki sat ¼ the ride had begun. Within twenty thirty minutes Vicki was bouncing up and down on the rod between her legs ¼ mimicking the rhythm of riding a pony ¼ up and down she bounced trying to find something that didn't hurt. Her nipples burned pure fire as she pummeled her own sex in the stillness. Vicki screamed thru the gag ¼ and wept ¼ and rode on.
Tom thought about Vicki the whole way back to the house. He hoped that she would be all right. No reason really to think that she might not be all right, yet still. She was alone, hanging from the ceiling, naked in an empty delivery truck, and riding her little wooden pony. So Tom felt concern. He pulled into the driveway. Tom could hear the cleaning machine before he opened the door. They were in the back room. One full room to go. There was not enough time to drive back and he could not leave just yet either. Vicki would have to ride on a bit longer. Tom winced at the delay.
The carpet cleaners finished in another twenty minutes or so. Tom paced while they loaded their equipment.
"Now give the carpets a full day to dry before you walk on them. It should be okay by nightfall but keep it down until Monday." Tom handed the man a check. They got into their work van. Tom locked the front door and headed back to Vicki. Twenty minutes drive just over an hour ten Tom opened the door.
Vicki was bouncing methodically upon the wooden rod. He could hear her sobbing softly. It nearly broke Tom's heart right there. He struggled within himself as he released Vicki's arms from the ceiling. Tom clicked the handcuffs closed behind Vicki's back. Carefully he lifted Vicki off of the pole and removed the tacks at her heels. Vicki's legs wobbled as she struggle to regain her balance and the strength of spent legs. Shortly she stopped sobbing.
Vicki's breasts were purple. Tom took three or four quick pictures. Then he removed the first of the clothe-spins. Blood rushed into flat nipples. Vicki screamed struggling to free her arms, to rub sympathy into pain ridden areas. Then Tom removed the second clothespin. Vicki fell to her knees. Tom struggled to catch her, to keep her from injury. Vicki wept uncontrollably. Tom removed the bit gag. Vicki coughed, cried, and coughed again.
"Thank you'," as all Vicki said. Tom helped Vicki to the small bed. He sat silently in the chair until she began to move. Tom hated to remove the rope halter. Vicki's breasts were a colorful novelty he could not resist. But he thought better of the situation. They too needed a rest.
Tom brought Vicki a glass of wine. Carefully he passed the straw thru a tiny hole at the base of the pillowcase. The liquid disappeared quickly. Vicki rested in silence. She ached everywhere. After thirty minutes or so Tom helped Vicki to use the toilet. Then he fed her a slim fast shake. She needed nourishment as well as fluids. Vicki drank it thankfully.
"I have a few errands. I will return soon enough. Now you must rest." Tom played the recorded message for Vicki.
"No. Wait. Please take the hood off. Don't leave." Vicki pleaded. Tom smiled pulling the door closed at he left.
Vicki lay motionless on the mattress. She was emotionally numb and physically spent ¼ and it was only Saturday though Vicki had no real idea of when ¼ just Saturday. This past twenty-four hours seemed like an eternity ¼ and yet in another way barely a blink of time. Vicki dozed off too tired to remain awake.
Barking woke Vicki from her nap. What the heck! Instantly fear seized Vicki. Had someone found her? Would her fantasy end so soon? What would they do to her? She felt embarrassed and scared.
Tom opened the door. It took a bit of coaxing but soon enough he and both dogs had climbed inside. Tom closed the door. Vicki's heart raced wildly. Her fears running faster than her heart. Tom pressed the button on the recorder.
"This is your special time . Do you Vicki take these mutts to be your companions and mates to service them at their every whim that they will posses your sex as they choose in every manner at every time and in any place."
Vicki lay in stunned silence.
"Good. From this day forward thru dawn on the marrow these dogs will posses own and use your sex as they desire. You will not be allowed to deny them in any manner." The recording ended.
Tom lifted Vicki at the middle. Once to her knees he fastened the spreader bar at he ankles spreading her feet wide apart. Next he attached another bar spreading her knees nearly as wide as her feet. Lastly Tom tethered Vicki's wrists to her knees with small chains. Vicki felt exposed and vulnerable. She tried to move, to stand, to get away. The hobbles worked very well. Tom tied a cloth scarf about Vicki's pillowcase. It served an adequate gag without the hardness of the bit at the sides of her mouth and jaws. Vicki knelt in silence considering her situation.
Tom fed a spoon full of honey and peanut butter he had mixed this morning to each of the dogs. Then he spread a generous amount on Vicki's rectum and labia. Tom snapped his fingers pointing at the stuff on Vicki's bottom. Then he sat down camera in hand.
The large dog, a black lab, sniffed at Vicki's bottom. She jumped trying to scurry away. Her hobbles kept her mostly at bay. Tom took several pictures of Vicki's struggles and the labs nose at her bottom. Vicki could see the flashes thru her hood. She was focused on her bottom just now. The lab's tongue licked her bottom. He licked several times. The collie-mix moved in to explore the scent. His tongue licked across her bottom. Vicki grunted moving away. The camera flashed again. The lab found her too much to resist and began licking the stuff Tom had spread along the great divide of Vicki's body. Vicki could not get away as the lab followed licking. Her pussy flushed warm with desire as his tongue divided her sex. His eagerness increased. In another few seconds the lab raised to Vicki's back, his paws about her hips. He pulled himself upon her. The camera flashed several more times. The lab found Vicki's sex almost at once.
Vicki took pause realizing that she had been penetrated. It felt warm ¼ something at her bottom ¼ pressure ¼ the dogs pace was like a piston ¼ pressure at her pussy ¼ she parted ¼ the knot slipping inside. The camera flashed many times. Vicki began to orgasm. This was something she had never experienced before. Then she felt the hot jism begin to fill her. The lab came and came ¼ Vicki felt the knot seal her pussy and yet hot jism leaked. The dog whimpered. The camera flashed. Vicki came again and again. The dog dismounted turning his bottom to her. It felt so odd. The tugging at her sex ¼ the fury bottom against hers. She was tied for nearly ten minutes before she felt the lab slip free of her sex ¼ and a gush of warm goo. She felt like she needed a diaper. A nose... a tongue... and the other dog mounted Vicki's back. The camera flashed ¼
Tom left Vicki with her new 'mates' till the dinner hour. Tom fed Vicki helping her use the toilet and rest. After an hour Tom returned the dogs to their Bitch. The lab, the more dominant, mounted her almost at once.
Tom took a moment as guide to make sure the lab found Vicki unused anus. Vicki grunted wildly as the dog pummeled her sphincter. And when the knot slipped inside Vicki squealed. Tom smiled wryly.
Vicki slept little that night. Not only was her hobble not very conducive to sleep but two dogs have quite the sexual appetites! Vicki was mounted often... and slept little. After the first hour she just quit trying to get about lying on the mattress waiting for them to mount her and they did Nearly any time Vicki moved she was met with a growl and nudge and another mounting. It was a long night.
Tom came to Vicki in the early morning, Sunday. He released the hobbles and removed the cuffs. Only Vicki's pillowcase, collar, and ankles remained in shackles cuz Jake had those keys. Tom took the dogs back to the kennel. The truck needed a bit of cleaning and Vicki needed a rest. Tom returned about noon. Vicki was still sleeping when the doors opened.
"Please, let me go home." Vicki pleaded. There was no answer. Tom helped Vicki to her feet. He fed her two slim fast shakes and gave her all the water she wanted. Vicki was hungry. After her needs were attended Tom tethered Vicki to the ceiling. In the silence Tom shaved the bits of stubble growing about Vicki's sex. She was tired and found little erotic about anything this time. Vicki felt almost claustrophobic having spent nearly twenty-four hours beneath the pillowcase. Tom released the tether. Vicki's arms were free though her ankles remained in their cuffs. Jake had the keys to those and the collar about Vicki's neck. Tom attached a length of chain the Vicki's collar and to the front of the van, the farthest point from the door.
"Please. I'm tired and want to go home." Tom winced at her pleadings. He pressed the button on the recorder listening thru the recorded instructions for the one that he wanted.
"When I leave you may remove the pillow case. You may rest, relieve yourself, and have this time to repose. I will return before lunch. I will knock three times and count to ten. You will place the pillowcase over your head. Failing to do this will result in severe punishment." Vicki could hardly wait to be rid of the hood to rest from this thing she had asked. Tom smiled pulling the door closed behind him. As the door slammed closed Vicki began removing the hood.
It was dark. A lone candle burnt in the corner just out of her reach. It felt cool. She felt very alone. Vicki struggled with her shackles to get about. It just felt good to be out of the cuffs, the tethers, the bindings, and all of it. Vicki coddled her sex. She felt spent, used yes, but more too just simply spent. Her emotions had been so intense. Her sex so expended. She stumbled trying to lay down collapsing on to mattress. Sleep raced upon her mind. Vicki slept.
Bang bang bang "What the " Vicki stammered only just conscious enough to recollect the recorded instructions. "Hold on wait! I've got to find the damn pillowcase. Hold on." Vicki hollered. Vicki struggled hard to regain her feet. Nothing doing! She crawled to the edge of the van collecting the hood. She opened it jamming it over her head.
"Okay. I've got it on now." Vicki yelled. The door opened. Tom smiled seeing that Vicki was indeed hooded again. He fed her another slim fast shake before laying her down upon the mattress. Vicki lay still. She felt exposed but that was long past mattering. She waited for what she did not know and dared not guess. Tom cuffed Vicki's wrist tethering each to the opposing walls of the van. He then tightened the tether from her collar. Finally he attached another small tether line to the spreader bar. Vicki lays fairly secure, spread eagle, and complete exposed.
Tom took a small towelette cleaning and drying Vicki's vulva and labia. Very carefully Tom dabbed a bit of super glue along the side of her soft dry labia. Tom took care to make sure the flesh was completely coated before gently touching the opposing fold to the adhesive. Another small bead ran down between the joined folds sealing and attaching one to the other. Tom smiled wryly. She would not understand what had happened until latter when she would be freed again.
Vicki started at the banging. "What the ¼ " She shook the cobwebs from her mind. The voice ¼ oh, yeah. That damned hood. Where was it? "Hold on ¼ " Vicki yelled. Oh, there it was. Vicki struggled to get her feet under her. "Damn it!" She breathed in frustration. Vicki crawled hurrying as best she could. She felt angry, humiliated at crawling but did NOT want to find out what 'severe punishment' might involve! She jammed the pillowcase over her head. "Okay ¼ " Vicki felt much more than annoyance as the door opened. Someone fussed about the hood tugging and pulling until it was again fitted beneath the collar. Vicki stood motionless. Fighting would only get her hurt. Damned hood! But it had felt so good to be out of it ¼ and to sleep. Vicki's arms and legs ached. Her sex was a bit tender too. She did not have the slightest idea what time, what day, or when it was. Time had vanished some time ago. It seemed like forever ago too.
Vicki felt the hands guide her across the floor. Her foot bumped the edge of the mattress. Vicki stumbled wanting to say something, but thinking better of it she only mumbled. She struggled with her stiff sore limbs as well as her balance as she was helped to lie down. Well, at least she could rest while or before whatever. Vicki felt her arm being drawn outward perpendicular to her side. She didn't pay much attention to it, then the other arm. Vicki tugged slightly as the first arm. Tethered. Somehow she had expected that. She just assumed that she was being spread and tied for the next whatever ¼ Vicki smiled under the hood. Yes. Whatever!
What? What the heck is he doing now? Vicki felt something at her sex. Yes. Of course that would be where he would be fussing. But what was he doing? Vicki could not tell. First the one place ¼ then another ¼ then what? Vicki puzzled. She could not hear or see and her sensed of touch brought little to her imagination. Oh, well ¼ in a bit he was finished or at least the fussing was done. Vicki sighed.
OUCH! A tiny spot on her right nipple screamed like it was instantly on fire. Vicki bit her tongue holding silent. OUCH! Another spot screamed into her mind ¼ and another. She nearly wet herself as tiny screams of fire shot thru her mind. Vicki could not hold silent as the third dot made contact.
"Damn it that hurts!" She bellowed. All fell silent. Vicki waited ¼ nothing ¼ still ¼ she lifted her head in an effort to find someone she knew had to be there.
Tom lit the candle under the fondue pot. It took several minutes before the paraffin began to melt. He smiled lighting the long white dinner candle. Tom rolled the flame about the end dribbling the wax into the paraffin pot more playing with it than anything else. Tom strode quietly across the van to where Vicki lay quite still. He rolled the flame creating a small puddle at the base of the wick. Inclining the candle one, two, three tiny droplets fell in the silence directly onto Vicki's left nipple. She jumped at impact.
"Damn it that hurts!" She squealed. Tom smiled.
'I'll just be it does ' Tom thought in the silence. Where's that cloth gag? Tom located it on one of the chairs. Strangely Vicki lifted her head. Tom took the opportunity to oblige Vicki with the gag. No more out bursts! Tom lit the dinner candle returning to Vicki's nipples. One two three droplets Vicki struggled to yell, to free an arm, to cover up or protect her tender nipples. Tom rolled the candle sending several more droplets towards Vicki's breasts. With each drop she tossed, struggled, and squealed. Tom took his time coating the whole of Vicki's right breasts with the first dinner candle. Tom dropped the small end into the melting pot before lighting the second candle. Tom dribbled a bit over Vicki's other nipple. She began to sob softly struggling to escape the fiery darts. Tom continued until the second breast was covered. The melting pot was full.
Tom took the small cup by the handle. Carefully he poured it about Vicki's chest. She screamed thru the gag. Her chest heaved heavily at the overwhelming sensations careening wildly thru her mind. Vicki cried out as best she could. Vicki's chest showed trails of paraffin about carefully covered breasts. Tom set the next bar into the melting pot.
Lighting the third candle Tom began a trail towards Vicki's sex. Drop drop drop a tiny little pathway to her tummy. Tom paused to fill Vicki's navel with wax. She wiggled about making it a challenge to hit the target. Tom was enjoying himself. Her navel filled to overflowing Tom trailed towards Vicki's exposed sex.
Tom rolled the dinner candle about. The flame danced its painful dance. Droplets careened thru the air landing upon the soft folds of Vicki's sex. She flinched. Her vulva was not as sensitive as her nipples. Tom took great care in covering each detail of Vicki's sex. Vicki moaned struggling with the fiery dots. Tom checked the little pot. Another few minutes
The molten paraffin poured. A tiny stream directly above Vicki's clitoris...She screamed loudly. The gag muffled much though did little to contain her volume. The molten wax flowed across her pussy and along the crack of her bottom. It was hot! Tom poured carefully a little here another little there not so much as to scald her sex though surely enough to make it scream with delight! Vicki did scream.
Tom placed the last two pats of paraffin in the little pot. Tom took the time while it melted to remove Vicki's gag. She huffed breathing hard. A rest seemed to be appropriate. Tom waited in silence. He let the last of the second pat melt and waited to be sure it was hot. He had to be careful not to spill before it was over Vicki's torso. Tom smiled as the first little river flowed over the brim. Vicki wailed loudly at the surprise impact upon her right breast. Tom simply covered Vicki's tenders with thick hot molten wax while she danced the painful struggles of one bound and in pain. It did no good. Tom covered Vicki.
Vicki took advantage of the pause. Her mind seemed nearly overwhelmed with the screaming fiery dots about her breasts and nipples. The gag seemed necessary. Vicki did not resent it. She breathed making a conscious effort to re-compose and brace against the darts she knew would be coming only too soon. She was not at all prepared for the sheer volume of molten wax poured upon her breast. She could feel the immediate recoil of her nipple and breast.
Vicki screamed ¼ and screamed. The liquid poured about coating her tender chest. Vicki began to weep between gasps of air. The fiery dots returned. These were hotter than the molten pots ¼ much more intense. The dots trailed about ¼
Whoever was trailing towards Vicki's sex! She was not sure ¼ OUCH ¼ but it wasn't quite as bad as she had thought. Hot, yes, but bearable. Vicki caught her breath again regaining control.
Vicki almost giggled ¼ and would have had the fire of the wax not kept her more focused upon what than where. It was her navel ¼ and it was filling ¼ full ¼ filled with a puddle of soft wax. Then he was lifting each fold of her pussy. Coating, covering ¼ Vicki struggled to remain composed. Then it paused ¼ Vicki's mind considered ¼ oh, no ¼ the wax poured over her sex and down her bottom. Vicki screamed flopping about. The bindings did their job. Vicki lay still again ¼ the wax cooled.
It stopped. Vicki sighed. Her chest was heaving like a long distance runner sucking for air. Vicki took repose ¼ the gag removed ¼ she moved her jaws. It felt good! She snickered under the hood as bits of hardened wax cracked where her body moved. It was over ¼
That's when the last two bars began to coat her again. Vicki caught by surprise screamed loudly, gasping to caught her breath. It poured on ¼ Vicki's emotions could not catch up with her sensations. Vicki yelped, hollered, and wept begging Tom to stop. He did ¼ as the soon as the last tiny drop fell to Vicki's body.
Tom lifted the door leaving a sobbing Vicki bound to the mattress covered by a thick coat of wax. He removed the fondue pot and the last stub of a dinner candle. It was nearing dark. Tom placed several warm blankets upon one of the chairs. He had brought Vicki a nice warm meal. This he left on the other chair. Tom released the chains binding Vicki to the mattress returning the collar tether to its full length.
Tom placed the simple ice timer rigging in place. A rope with a secure knot at the end had been frozen into a yogurt container. Tom passed the rope thru a 1-½ inch ABS pipe and again thru the eye-hook at the ceiling of the van. He pulled the slack out tethering Vicki's arms high above her head. Tom knotted the rope thru Vicki wrist cuffs. She was securely in place until the ice melted enough to allow the rope to pass thru the pipe and thru the eye-hook freeing her arms.
Tom began placing the plastic clothe-spins about an inch away and encircling Vicki's areolas. With in a few minutes Tom had two circles about Vicki's breasts. Tom fussed with the recorder.
"In a few hours you will be sold at an auction. The buyer will own your body until Monday morning. You may remove the pillowcase as before but must replace it when I return tomorrow. The rest of the night is yours."
Tom placed a single clothespin upon each of Vicki's tender sore nipples. She danced about begging not to be left in this state. It did no good. The rigging had not been explained only time would show her mercy. Tom knew it would take over an hour but then Vicki would be free free to rest free to eat free to sleep. Tom drew the door closed while Vicki pled with her captor.
Vicki could not believe she was being left this way overnight. NO! She wailed ¼ and her nipples were so sore. She cried ¼ and pled, begged ¼ to no avail. The door closed ¼ Vicki sagged in despair. Tomorrow would be an eternity. She did not feel the tiny droplets of water ¼ nor would she understand the meaning. Vicki simply wept in the silence. She ached ¼ She was so tire ¼ She just wanted out of this ¼ now!
She was completely stunned when the ice slipped free. Her arms fell limp. In fact, Vicki nearly fell on her face as the pipe clattered about the van.
"Yes!" She giggled tearing the hood from her head. The clothe-spins flew about the van ¼ lastly those upon her nipples. Tears stained Vicki's cheeks as she removed those last pins. Pinned nipples hurt so when the pins are finally removed. She rubbed her breasts softly.
The little candle gave very little light to her eyes ¼ Vicki looked about. FOOD! Real food! Vicki struggled to the chair sitting down hard. She savored the first two bites ¼ then wolfed it down. She had not realized how starved she was ¼ and thirsty. Vicki drank the whole bottle of water ¼ good thing there was another... it was chilled wine.
"Yes!" Vicki exclaimed in the stillness pouring herself a glass. Vicki sipped with delight.
Vicki peeled the wax. She was a mess.
"Damn stuff hurt!" She said to herself. "But what a rush!" Thru it all she was having the time of her life!
"What the hell is this?" Vicki fingered the glued folds of her sex. She did not know what to make of it, or exactly how to fix it. She did not dare to yank them apart. Vicki could not see much in the dim light either. She fumbled about her sex deciding to leave it for the moment. All the fingering of her sex ¼ she had to pee. Vicki found the port-a-potty. Well it worked. Vicki was not entirely sure what had been shut and how so she felt a particular sense of relief.
Vicki struggled with the shackles. She was tired ¼ and felt reasonable secure for the first time in two days. Vicki covered herself as best she could manage. Sleep was immediate.
Vicki awoke. The candle had burned itself out. The van was pitch black. It was like wearing the hood only without really wearing it at all. Vicki fumbled about. It seemed like ¼ well, in point of fact Vicki had know way of knowing what, when or where she or anything was. She lay back down trying to sleep ¼ but her mind had begun to consider the idea of an 'auction' ¼ having her body sold to someone ¼
Bang Bang Bang Tom waited.
"I can't see anything. It's dark. I'm not sure where the pillowcase is. Can you give me a bit of light, please?" Vicki called loudly. Tom opened the door the smallest crack and waited.
"Okay. I'm ready." Vicki said jamming the pillowcase over her head.
Tom opened the door. Vicki was ready. He stuffed, tugged and pulled the pillowcase beneath the dog collar. Tom chuckled. There was wax everywhere! He cuffed Vicki's arms behind her back. Jake arrived just as Tom was finishing with Vicki's remaining tether... her corset. Tom tugged tightly cinching it about Vicki's torso. Her breasts set proudly defined at its top... her hips the more shapely contoured at its bottom. Tom placed a clothespin on each of Vicki's nipples. Vicki did not flinch though she had not gotten used to the fire in her breasts she knew of the futility of the fight. Tom helped Vicki into Jake's car. Tom lay her down in the back seat covering her with a blanket. Jake would take Vicki to the auction house.
Tom took the time to load those few items they had used into his pickup. Then he swept the 'yellow/orange' truck clean. He would return it in the morning. Vicki would not need it tonight.
Jake escorted Vicki into the back yard. There on the patio was a simple pillory Tom had built. There was two dozen chairs set about the lawn. Jake placed Vicki's arms into the proper indents guiding her head forward and into its place. Carefully Jake closed the top of the pillory about Vicki's head and wrists. Vicki heard the lock click shut. Jake strapped her thighs securely to the boards in front of her. Lastly Jake pulled gently separating Vicki's glued labia. They came apart rather easily.
Next to Vicki was large screen TV and at the other a small patio table with several enlarged pictures of her. Tom had them enlarged at Kinko's. Several pictures were of Vicki on vacation and one of her in at a portrait shop and there was a small album of pictures Tom had taken over the past two days. And a sign just next to the pillory
Please feel free to explore, examine, and use
The merchandise before you
Make your purchase
Jake took advantage of Vicki's exposed sex before Tom arrived. Actually it felt good to Vicki having a man's cock in and about her sex after the events of yesterday. Vicki savored it, enjoyed it, and wantonly begged for it. Panting and humping as best she could.
The appointed hour arrived. Vicki could hear the football announcers... as men began to filter into the backyard. Vicki felt embarrassed humiliated and yet a wanton rush haunted her passions. She could tell many distinct voices sounded about her. Several men fingered her to orgasm several others used dildos on her sex. One stuffed a cold beer can into her pussy where it remained thru the remainder of the morning. Vicki knew what was there by the laughter and comments of those about her. She felt angery at first but thought to ignored that for the rush of sexual comments about her
She was called many things Vicki could tell they were looking at pictures Tom had taken. And they were impressed with her sexuality. Vicki would have felt HOT if the beer can in her pussy weren't so damned cold!
Meanwhile the game droned on... Some watched, some explored the merchandise... some used the merchandise... Half-time...
"Let's start the bidding " It was Tom's voice! Vicki's heart skipped a beat then it just stopped waiting to here it again. "This was a silent bid. So I'll begin by opening the envelopes as I draw them from the bowl." Yes! It was Tom's voice! Vicki felt sudden excitement. She was, well, here, in the condition she was and here was Tom selling off. Vicki's heart beat like it was going to explode with each beat. She was so excited turned on by the way things were playing in her mind.
Tom went thru each envelope one at a time calling out each bid. "$100, $500, $350 " Vicki was pleased at the amounts men were willing to pay just the HAVE her. The beer was warming and so was Vicki's sex! "$650" will the Bidder of $650 please come up and claim the merchandise. There was applause as someone came forward. It was Jake, of course. No one else was going to buy her because Tom could trust Jake trust him with her safety and to make adequate use of her too. The party went of for another hour. The beer was removed, drank, and as men got drunker several more made good use of Vicki's exposed sex.
Tom took pictures of everything! Vicki was quite the sight at her auction. Jake took his purchase just afternoon.
"Now, Vicki, this man bought you and your body till morrow morning. He OWNS you and you will do exactly what he tells you. He will do with your body as he wishes and you will allow and encourage it. Do you understand? This is what you wanted, so go with it." Tom spoke to the pillowcase.
"Yes. I understand. I will accept my part and thank you Tom." Vicki's voice cracked as she spoke to her husband. She loved him so much and in this moment more than she had ever imagined. It was wonderful to feel such love and adoration.
Vicki lay spread eagle on the patio. She remained inside her pillowcase, the corset and the bra from hell, which Jake had dutifully attired this afternoon before returning Vicki to her home. Tom set his little array of branding irons about the patio table. He had taken several large paper clips bending them into the parts and pieces necessary to make a small heart and spell Vicki in simple block letters. He had tried them on a banana peel just be sure sure of how long to hold them in place sure of whether they would hold up. Several times he had to make adjustment to the branding iron. Finally he was ready.
Tom shaved Vicki's sex carefully. She was free of stubble; smooth as the day she was born. Tom lit the butane burner he used to braze piping a simple one he had found at Home Depot. With a glove and pliers, held firmly Tom heated the first iron one side of the small heart. It would take four parts to complete the heart and ten more to spell Vicki. When it glowed red-hot Tom placed it carefully upon Vicki flesh three fingers up and three to the left of her clit ring. Vicki screamed thru her gag weeping at the searing flesh. It smoked as Tom counted to five slowly. Tom worked carefully, methodically, branding each iron in its time. Vicki pasted out about midway thru. Tom heart wrenched at her suffering knowing that it was the only way and this would be done soon enough. It was best that she was gone thru this anyway
Tom pressed the Neosporin over each burn. He placed a small bandage over the area and released Vicki. Carefully he lifted her head removing the pillowcase. Vicki was home
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