The Director - Chapter One
He could see her clearly across the smoky, packed bar. In between sweaty dance
couples and weaving singles balancing drinks, he watched her talking with a
group of friends sitting at an elevated table above the writhing dance floor.
Her friends were attractive enough, but he thought they didn't even come close
to her - Pamela Streeter was quite simply the best looking woman he had ever
seen. Just looking at her made him start to ache and get hard. He could feel
it; this was the night. Weeks of surveillance had made him intimately familiar
with her house, her job, her friends, her routine.
It was hard to not be obvious in his attention to her and the laughing group of
friends, although Pamela and her friends, Bobby, Sue and Linda, were getting a
lot of looks from all of the single men. Lucky for him the bar was packed and
it looked to anyone else that he was watching the dance floor. He kept a close
eye as guys approached their table and occasionally one of the group would
accept a dance and head to the floor. He liked watching the blonde, Linda,
dance. He liked the way she moved. Her aerobics instructor body was really
nice, too. He knew what all of Pamela's friends did for a living. He was
meticulous about researching his projects in depth. Pamela was a manager for a
local company and he knew about everything there was to know about her job.
Surprises were not something he could tolerate. He couldn't risk any problems
or slip-ups in carrying out his projects. A single mistake could mean prison
time and that was not on his financial goals road map.
He watched Linda hug a dance partner goodbye and make her way back to the table.
Pamela never danced with anyone but that didn't stop a steady stream of guys
from asking. She clearly turned heads when she went to the bathroom or walked
through the room. They were disappointed when she turned them down, but he
liked the way she did it with a smile, pointing to a ring on her finger. He
knew she wasn't married; she was just using the ring as an excuse. In fact, she
didn't have anyone in her life right now. As best as he could find out, her
last relationship had broken up months ago. Beautiful, friendly, single and
sexy as hell. Her friend Linda's blonde hair and buff body looks were
attractive but he could tell Pamela's body made Linda look like a teenager.
Pamela was a rare beauty, a long haired brunette, tall, slim with a model's look
and shape but with heavy breasts. Her substantial chest looked natural, too.
He fleetingly wondered what her mother had looked like. Probably a knockout
like her daughter.
Pamela's other friends, Bobby and Sue, were both salespersons in a big
department store. Bobby was a brunette and Sue had even darker black hair, both
were slim in build. They were reasonably attractive but not in Pamela's or
Linda's league. He knew Bobby, Sue and Linda were currently unattached, but
actively dating a number of guys. Particularly Linda, who went out with a lot
of guys from the gym she worked at. He had followed her a few times and knew
she slept with quite a few of her dates - a pretty wild party girl apparently.
He even had one unexpected videotape of her and a body builder getting it on big
time, thanks to an expensive wireless camera he had planted in her living room
heater duct on a reconnaissance visit to her apartment. Some work experience in
the private investigator field came in handy on his projects. He smiled as he
thought about the $200 the first collector he showed it to had paid for a copy
of the tape. He knew other collectors would pay good money and he was also
talking with an internet porn site to buy exclusive rights to the tape for
$2,500. Linda was that hot and the image quality was decent for a
voyeuristic-like amateur tape. Thank goodness they had stayed in the living
room and liked the lights on. The body builder had been a little bit creative,
too; not as kinky or creative as he was, but he wouldn't be surprised if he made
a few thousand bucks off of Linda's tape.
The tapes from the camera he planted in Pamela's house were boring as hell. She
didn't seem to date, period, although Linda came over to the house a lot to hang
out. Bobby and Sue were fairly active in their love life. Bobby preferred more
quiet, artistic dates tending to cultural events, and Sue went for white shirt,
yuppie business types. He didn't pay too much attention to them and hadn't
bothered trying to plant a camera in their apartments. Their bodies just
weren't up to his cinematic standards and they didn't seem promiscuous enough to
make camera surveillance worthwhile. More importantly, they didn't seem to
present any potential problems to his big plans for Pamela. Pamela could make
him rich, he thought. Linda was a potential winner, too, but Pamela had caught
his interest like no other woman before. While Pamela was in his sights, Linda
had to play second fiddle. Maybe he could focus on Linda as a feature project
later.
He noticed the group getting up from the table and starting to make their way
out of the club. Time to play ball and make money, he thought. Big money with
Pamela he hoped. The dangerous phase of the project was about to start. He
drained his drink and moved slowly to follow them out.
They walked to the car lot where Bobby and Sue said their good byes and left in
Bobby's car. It looked like they were headed to Sue's apartment. Pamela and
Linda talked for a bit, with Pamela shaking her head over and over again and
then they got into Pamela's car. He guessed that Pamela had not wanted to go to
another club, while Linda with her usual energy had wanted to party all night.
They took off towards Linda's apartment. He waited a bit in the shadows outside
the club and then quickly got into his car, pulling out to follow them at a long
distance. He knew the way so he could stay way behind them and still confirm
where they were headed. Pamela drove straight to Linda's apartment, where Linda
hopped out and headed into her apartment complex. Pamela pulled a u-turn and
headed for her house. He watched her drive by from a corner parking lot and
knew the project was on. She would be home alone in about 5 minutes. He
checked his equipment bag in the trunk and confirmed that his license plate was
too dirty to read from beyond ten feet. Then, he drove off in the opposite
direction for a few blocks before taking the long way to her house.
As he approached her block, he turned in the alleyway from the opposite alley
end and slowly cruised halfway down the alley to a parking spot tucked behind a
tall, wooden fence. His car was difficult to see by anyone from there. He
quietly popped the trunk, hefted his equipment bag over his shoulder and closed
the trunk. He could see lights on in Pamela's house; she was inside somewhere.
Looking around and seeing no one in the alley or in the back yards lining the
alley, he walked to her garage hugging the fence and knowing that he was
practically invisible in his dark clothes. Before entering the attached garage,
he put a nylon stocking over his head with cutout eye holes and added a baseball
cap on top of his head. Latex gloves were the last touch and after fiddling
with a lock pick for a moment, he slipped into the garage. He knew the house
layout and figured that Pamela generally left the door into the house unlocked,
relying on the locked outside garage door. She always used the garage door
opener to park her car and probably never checked the inside house door. He
checked the inside door and listened carefully. Some music playing in the
living room was all he could hear. He reached into the bag, slipped a cloth and
small plastic bottle into his jacket pocket and slowly turned the door knob.
Once inside, he moved stealthily towards the kitchen area. Pamela usually
grabbed a snack after a night out and he expected her to be sitting at the
kitchen island. He peeked down the long hall and didn't see her. Hmmm, he
thought, where was she? He pulled the plastic bottle out of his pocket and
poured some of the liquid on the cloth. Just then, footsteps on the wooden
living room floor told him she was coming his way. He leaned back and heard her
enter the kitchen, open the refrigerator door and grab something. A glass
clinked and the sink faucet came on. Now, he thought, perfect sound cover. He
glided up the hallway, his soft rubber soles making no sound, and peeked around
the corner. Her back was to him while she filled a drinking glass. Two steps
and he was on her, reaching around to put the cloth over her mouth and nose.
She caught a flash of movement at the last second and started to turn with her
arms up, but he got his hand on her face and hugged her to him with his other
arm. Despite her slim shape, she was strong and instantly started to struggle
free. He knew from experience that the best way to avoid unnecessary injury and
prevent her from getting loose was to pull her down and backwards onto the
kitchen floor. As her feet lost their balance and she toppled with him, the
only thing she could do was to try and pull his arms off of her. He was much
too strong for that and he knew the chloroform soaked cloth would work within
seconds.
Pamela tried to scream and bite the hand holding the cloth to her face but her
frenzied gasps for breath only made the chloroform work faster. Within 5
seconds, he felt her strength slipping away and she went limp in his arms. He
held her for a few seconds more and then gently let her slide to the floor. He
knew he had several minutes to get his equipment and return to her. But first,
he turned off the living room light and turned up the music a little. In the
hallway, he noticed some family pictures and smiled as confirmed his guess that
Pamela's mother was a looker. Then he grabbed his bag from the garage doorway
and went back to Pamela. She lay unconscious on the floor with shallow breaths
the only sign of life. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the
bedroom. He flipped on the light, laid her on the bed and held the cloth to her
nose and mouth again. He retrieved the bag and pulled out some duct tape and
nylon rope, which he laid on the bed next to Pamela.
Then he quickly started undressing her, pausing for a moment to admire her nude
body. Her breasts were just as large and natural as he had imagined and her
legs seemed to go on forever. He ran his hands over her, stopping to grope her
tits, admiring the shapely fullness and distinct nipples. She had a bush of
untrimmed pubic hair framed by great thighs and hips. He rolled her over and
dug his fingers into her butt; it was tight and muscular. He ran his finger in
her cracks for a moment, anticipating the time ahead. She definitely was the
best looking woman he had ever seen. The bulge in his pants was getting
uncomfortable and he resisted the temptation to just jump on her right away.
Got to stick to the script, he thought. He went to her closet, got a night gown
and slipped it over her head and down her body. He pushed her under the
bedcovers and arranged her as if she was sleeping. Another dose of the cloth
and the scene was almost set.
He opened the bag and starting setting up his two digital video cameras. The
cameras went on each side of the room angled to the bed. He placed a microphone
on her bedside table. When everything was ready to roll, he turned one camera
on the doorway, started both cameras and walked out of the room, turning around
and coming back into the room on camera, acting as he were a burglar just
entering the room. He stopped when he saw her in the bed and then play acted
his way through the motions of going through her dresser and jewelry box. By
now, the chloroform was wearing off and Pamela began to stir a little. The
cameras caught everything as he stuffed his pockets with jewelry and then
suddenly turned in response to a groan from Pamela. She reached for her head
and fought back to consciousness. He adjusted the camera back to the bed and as
he moved towards the bed, she finally opened her eyes, trying to focus on the
room. He jumped on the bed reaching for her as if she were going to scream, and
stuffed her panties into her mouth.
Pamela was groggy but began to struggle again in earnest as her senses came
alive. As comprehension of his presence hit her, she went wild trying to get
out from under the bedcovers and get him off of her at the same time. He knew
that the bedcovers would help him subdue her again, but he let her struggle and
appear to be fighting a tremendous battle to get free. With the covers
restraining her legs and body, he knew all he really had to do was keep the
panty gag in her mouth to stifle any screams. He was much stronger than her and
her eventual submission was a foregone conclusion. Nonetheless, he noted with
satisfaction that she was managing some good grunts, muted yells and groans that
the microphone would pick up along with his occasional accented threats to keep
quit struggling if she didn't want to get hurt bad.
After a minute or two of flailing about, he threw her on her back, slid up on
top of her chest and used his knees to pin her arms against the bed. She
whipped her head back and forth, but she couldn't move her body as the covers
held her legs down. He grabbed the duct tape and tore off a piece that he used
to tape the panties in place in her mouth. Then he tore off another piece and
placed it loosely over her eyes. He rolled her over and grabbed her arms and
pulled them behind her back where he used the roll of tape to wrap her wrists
together. He rolled her back over and used the rope to put a loop around her
neck with the ends tied off to the headboard corners of the bed. He pushed the
covers down off of her legs, moving his body to her thighs to pin her legs
still. More rope around one ankle and then the other with each tied off to the
opposite bed corners. Pamela was effectively rendered a prisoner of her own
bed. Once Pamela was tied with her legs spread, he got off the bed to admire
his handiwork. He adjusted the cameras to make sure all of the action was being
captured and watched for a moment as Pamela struggled to get loose while at the
same time tried to push her nightgown down which had hiked up during the fight.
He was already rock hard from the physical contact and excitement of the
struggle with Pamela. Just looking at her vulnerable body made him feel like
cuming and he wondered if he could hold out for the right moment while the
cameras were rolling.
He watched her for a while, but he knew that he could edit the slow parts out of
the tapes later. Finally, he emptied the rest of the bag's contents on the
floor and grabbed a big pair of scissors. He moved back onto the bed and
grabbed the nightgown. At his touch, Pamela started a new round of wild
movement, trying to get free. The loop of rope around her neck tightened from
the movement and Pamela quickly realized that she could strangle herself if she
kept up her attempts to get free. She slumped back to the bed and he used the
opportunity to lift the edge of her nightgown and start cutting upward towards
her breasts. Pamela momentarily started to jerk around again but resigned
herself to little movements in protest of the inevitable. He cut through the
nightgown and pulled it open, making sure the cameras caught Pamela in all her
naked glory. He cut the armholes open and slid the nightgown out from under
her.
He knew the microphone was picking up her heaving, rasping breathing noises.
Next, he zoomed one of the cameras in on her body, panning from end to end. He
lingered on her nipples which were erect from the blood-pounding fear and
exertion of her struggles and then moved to her split legs and pubic hair
framing her pussy lips, noting the lips were also engorged and extended from the
physical struggle. He didn't think he had ever seen anything so sexy in his
entire life as Pamela tied up on the bed with her incredible body on display.
He pulled her pussy lips out and away, stretching them out as far as they would
go while Pamela wriggled in protest. Her cunt slit parted easily for the
cameras due to the exertion moisture. Then, he let go and grabbed her pussy
hair, trimming it close with the scissors for better camera detail. Pamela held
her breath, which poked her tits and nipples out, in fear that he would cut her
with the scissors. Then he adjusted one of the cameras and moved back onto the
bed.
Now for some real fun, he thought. He took off his jacket, exposing his
uncovered arms and thin cotton t-shirt to the cameras. The cameras caught the
big muscles in his biceps, shoulders and back rippling as he pulled the t-shirt
off. Lots of gym time pays off on camera, he laughed to himself. He left the
baseball cap and nylon stocking on his head, and unzipped his pants. Pamela
heard the zipper and renewed her struggles before collapsing back onto the bed
snorting for breath. He had to reach over and loosen the loop around her neck a
little for fear she really would strangle herself. He slipped out of his shoes
and socks, dropped the pants and pulled his boxers off, having a little trouble
getting the boxers over his erection. He stood for a moment in the cameras'
glare, massaging his balls and 8 inch penis. His dick was rock hard and thicker
than ever before. He pondered a moment about what to do with Pamela first for
the cameras.
He grabbed a bottle from the floor and crawled towards her. Pamela shrank back
as far as she could move, cringing, waiting for an assault. He moved beside her
on his knees and again she held her breath. Holding her breath only made her
tits stick out further for the cameras, so he waited a moment while he opened
the bottle from the bag and poured massage oil all over his hands. He poured
some oil on her tits and at first she didn't know what was happening. His hands
started moving over her stomach, around her tits and along her shoulders and
neck rubbing the oil in. With a slight warming ingredient and menthol additive,
the oil had a soothing and stimulating effect at the same time. He could tell
she was confused but he kept up the rub, gradually moving to her tits, nipples
and ribcage. Pamela didn't know what to think; she was actually relaxing a
little as the oil and massage had an effect on her strained muscles. The
friction on her tits and nipples was also starting to cause a reaction, despite
her desire to stop it. He grinned as her nipples swelled in response to his
rubbing and teasing between his fingers. He gave the nipples a few pinches and
moved to her hips and legs where he repeated the oil massage.
When she was covered in oil, he removed her blindfold tape and slid his fingers
to her pussy, rhythmically massaging her pussy lips, inside thighs and butt
crack. He smiled as her eyes and face went through multiple contortions of
fear, anger, hatred, and then confusion as his efforts began to relax her and
the pleasure penetrated her body and brain. He could feel her straining the leg
muscles in protest, but it wasn't long before she relaxed a bit. His fingers
swirled over her pussy lips, rubbing her clitoris and sliding into her cunt. He
pushed his finger tips deep inside her cunt, paying particular attention to the
tissue ridges just inside and above the inner lip entrance. Then back to her
clit, where he rhythmically massaged the little knob until he could feel the
clit swell and protrude from its skin cover. Her body was betraying her as her
own juices began to flow. Her clit couldn't ignore the sensual rubbing and it
extended even more, revealing a large shiny pearl sitting between her pussy
lips. His fingers moved easily over her soft, yielding, slippery pussy mound.
He kept one hand between her legs and moved the other back up to her tits,
pulling on her nipples and cupping her breasts with strong, full circular
strokes, rubbing the nipples between his fingers at the end of each stroke.
Occasionally he stroked her face and lips, tracing her features with his
fingertips. He even slid a finger into her mouth underneath the panties,
removing it quickly before she could think to bite it. It was then that Pamela
finally relaxed her thigh muscles, fully opening her legs and submitting with
pleasure to the sexual massage. He knew what she was thinking; 'I can't believe
I'm responding to this monster. I don't want to, I feel like a whore.'
With a laugh, he kept up the foreplay and speeded up the rhythm. A minute later
he felt her lifting her hips slightly towards his fingers. Her breathing had
accelerated into long snorts through her nose. As he increased the tempo,
Pamela responded by lifting her body off the bed by pushing with her legs and
tied wrists, trying to get more pressure from his fingers. He kept teasing her
with a light but consistent touch, occasionally pulling on her pussy lips and
shoving fingers deep inside her, until her breathing was ragged and her face and
chest were flushed red from excitement and exertion. Suddenly, he increased the
touch pressure, pushing her down onto the bed again as her clit mashed against
his fingers and his other hand pinched her erect nipples. The nipples were
extended a good half inch by now and he could easily grab them with his fingers
and roll and pinch to the point of pain. He felt a gush of warmth from her
pussy just as Pamela started bucking wildly. She felt a hot rush explode in her
pussy, bringing an incredible orgasm wave over her body. She spasmed and jerked
as surge after surge hit her in response to his fingers. The rope tightened
around her throat but she couldn't stop as the orgasm went on and on, fueled by
her restraints and lack of breath.
He felt her orgasm slowly subsiding even as the rope cut off her breathing and
she began to get red in the face. As she lost her breath, her orgasm seemed to
continue unabated with a renewed round of frenzied movements against his hands.
He remembered reading about how stimulating near asphyxiation could be to a
person in orgasm. Of course, he wanted her alive, so he was a bit relieved when
she finally stopped gyrating and he could reach up and loosen the neck rope.
She continued to slowly grind against his hand and he thought, this is money in
the bank; probably the best orgasm he had ever caught on film. He knew that she
had had a wild climax; they all did when he pleasured them like that. And this
was only the beginning.
When Pamela finally stopped moving, exhausted and laying still on the bed, he
untied one leg and pulled it up towards her head, tying the ankle to the
headboard corner. He repeated this with the other leg, making sure the ankles
were pulled down close on either side of Pamela's head. The new position
completely exposed Pamela's cunt and butt directly to the camera. He spent a
few moments oiling her butt and asshole, running a finger in and out of her ass
to make her wiggle. Pamela was very limber but having her legs doubled back
like that made movement and breathing more difficult. She was completely
helpless and vulnerable and knew it. She wondered what he would do next; hurt
me or pleasure me? She was strangely excited, ashamed and fearful at the same
time. Nothing like this had ever happened to her.
He put a pillow under her hips to keep her ass up in clear camera view and knelt
on his knees in front of her. He grabbed a medium size vibrator, turned it on
and moved the tip up and down her pussy lips. Pamela was tied tight and
couldn't move much as he ran the vibrator all over her pussy, finally pushing it
into her slippery cunt with ease. He worked it in about 6 inches, turned the
vibrator to high, and tore a strip of duct tape to keep it in position. He
studied Pamela for a reaction to the vibrator, the type that vibrated all the
way down the shaft. Pamela tried to ignore the constant vibration stimulating
her entire cunt, but it was only a minute or two before she moved her pelvis to
maximize the sensations. He watched and knew she would eventually get horny
again. He played with her clit for the camera, squeezed her big tits together,
pulled on her nipples some, and when Pamela's pussy fluid was slipping out
around the vibrator, he got in position.
On his knees, he leaned forward, positioned his stiff erection and in one motion
rammed it into Pamela's oiled asshole before she knew what he was doing.
Pamela's relaxed state of pleasure was suddenly interrupted by the incredible
pain shooting through her ass, as his engorged dick stretched her asshole beyond
its limits. His big dick popped up her slick ass to his balls before he felt
her butt muscles contract. He couldn't believe the feeling; her ass was so
tight and firm that it felt like an iron grip on his dick. A scream caught in
Pamela's throat as he felt her sphincter muscle spasm again and again on his
dick. She began to cry as he resisted the temptation to start slamming in and
out right away. He let the cameras catch her restrained rocking back and forth
as she frantically tried to dislodge his thick 8 inches. Her eyes were wild but
there was nothing she could do; he was already stuck deep inside her ass. She
was impaled on his dick and her movements felt like heaven to him. Never had it
like this before, huh, Pamela?, he thought, as he grabbed her tits and pulled
himself into her ass a little deeper.
Finally, he started shoving in and out of her butt, drilling in deep every time,
banging up against the end of the vibrator. After a few minutes, Pamela's sobs
and whimpers slowly turned to moans and then to heavy breathing as the
combination of the vibrator and his thick dick stretching her ass intensified
every feeling of pain and pleasure. Pleasure apparently began to win out, while
as he massaged her pussy and clit, Pamela started moving in rhythm now with his
thrusts. After several more minutes of gradually increasing tempo, suddenly
Pamela screamed into the gag and violently jerked against her restraints and his
dick. Her entire body was spasming again and all he could hear were muffled
little 'oh, oh, oh, oh' sounds from her. Her movements just swirled her ass on
his dick even more; he didn't even have to move to enjoy the in and out on his
dick shaft. He thought, 'This is great; on top of everytthing else she can
multiple orgasm. Real orgasms are just icing on the cake for the video.'
He started thrusting his dick in and out of her ass again, her sphincter muscle
ring kept locked on his shaft. The tightness was amazing; every shove was pure
pleasure from tip to base. He rammed his dick into her a few more times and
couldn't hold off any longer. He pulled out, grabbed his dick and aimed it at
her tits as he began shooting streams of cum. His orgasm was so intense he
almost went faint for a moment but he made sure the cameras caught everything as
he continued to pump his dick, squeezing his genital muscles, forcing out the
last drops of cum. Pamela's tits and stomach were splattered with strings of
come. When he finally caught his breath again, he wiped his dick clean on her
pussy hair. Pamela was almost comatose herself, gasping for breath and trying
to milk the last few spasms from her own orgasm.
Time for something different, he thought. He grabbed a good-sized dildo, oiled
it and pushed it in her ass. It slipped in a lot easier this time. He ripped a
new, thin strip of duct tape to hold the vibrator and dildo in place. He untied
her legs and neck from the headboard corners and turned her sideways on the bed,
on her back. Pamela barely resisted, she was still not recovered from the
orgasm. He tied her legs apart to the bed corners again, with one camera angled
directly at her pussy and the other at her head. He pulled her head over the
edge of the bed so that her neck and head were just off the bed, hanging down.
Her tied wrists were still trapped beneath her body. He looped her neck rope
tight back to the corners of the bed, positioned the head camera closer to her
and was about ready for the next scene.
He reached for the floor, found a hammer and large hook screw and was amused as
Pamela briefly caught sight of the hammer and began struggling in fear that he
was going to hit her. But he climbed onto the bed, tapped the ceiling lightly
to find a joist and screwed the hook screw tight into a wood joist through the
sheet rock ceiling. Then he looped a thin rope over the hook screw, went to her
closet and came back with two pants hangars, the type with two metal clamps that
slide on a thin bar. He tied the hangar to the rope, reached down and moved the
clamps into position over her nipples. With a glance at the camera, he opened
and clamped them down tightly on her extended nipples. The clamp springs were
strong and Pamela shook violently, trying to escape the initial pain of the
clamps, but they were on to stay. He pulled and tied off the other end of the
rope until her nipples and heavy breasts were pulled up and away from her body,
the weight of the breasts stretching her nipples and aureolas into a spectacular
cone.
Pamela quickly learned that moving just made the pain worse, so she arched her
back to relieve the pain. He stared at the sight of her magnificent, arched
tits sticking straight up in the air. A pillow propped under her shoulders held
the tits up in the air for the cameras and with a whimper from Pamela he
tightened the hangar rope again. Then he took another hangar and another piece
of rope, spread her pussy lips with his fingers and released one of the clamps
on her clit. As Pamela howled and writhed in protest, he tied that hangar and
rope off with tension. Pamela was in sharp pain now, all traces of orgasm
pleasure chased away; she didn't know what to do. It hurt if she was still and
hurt more if she moved. New tears rolled down her cheeks accompanied by low
moans. She looked at him so imploringly, he was half-tempted to cut her some
slack and release her. Instead, he zoomed a camera in on her face, catching the
tears and submission in her eyes.
He looked at the scene and nodded with satisfaction. The cameras were rolling
and his dick was getting a little life again. He picked up a candle and matches
and lit the candle. He waved it in front of her face, making sure the camera
caught her wide open, flashing eyes and fearful face. Then, slowly and
methodically he started dripping wax on her throat, shoulders, tits and nipples,
and down her body, letting her react to each sizzling drop. Just as a drop
cooled and the burning subsided, he would tilt the candle and drip another glob
of hot wax. He concentrated on the sensitive areas for the cameras. Pamela
became a writhing, struggling, hysterical body as he moved from her tits down to
her clit, pussy lips, inside thighs and legs. Her movements caused her to
squeal continuously in pain as the clamps dug in with every twitch.
Anticipating each drop of hot wax only made the pain of the clamps worse as she
couldn't help tensing and reacting to each drip. Great camera action, he
thought, as he finally finished with the wax treatment. Her tits, nipples and
pussy were encased in a hard coat of colorful wax, across which cracks slowly
appeared as Pamela moved about.
He knew the wax was only a minor irritation. Nothing more than a light sunburn.
He pulled pieces of the wax off of her pussy, watching Pamela jerk in pain each
time the wax took some pubic hairs with it. When her pussy was relatively clear
of wax, he held the candle close to the remaining pussy hairs and singed the
hairs for the camera; not close enough to really burn Pamela, but close enough
for the heat to scare her into yet another round of painful struggles. He
rubbed the singed hairs away as her bald pussy emerged for the camera. To sooth
her pussy a little, he bent over and licked her clit and pussy flesh, enjoying
her taste and smell as the blood rushed back into his dick. He finally put the
candle out on her belly button, making Pamela yell into the panties yet again.
He moved to the head camera, zooming it in, and showed her his swollen dick,
rubbing it and his balls all over her face. He warned her in an accented voice
not to resist and not to let her teeth bite his dick or the wax and clamps would
be the least of her pain. He pulled off the duct tape over her mouth, removed
the panties and put his big dickhead against her lips, ordering her to open her
mouth and suck him off. She hesitated, so he reached over and gave the ropes
holding the clamps a tug. Sharp pain shot through her and she opened her mouth
wide. He eased in and enjoyed the sensation of her mouth and tongue on his
dickhead ridges. She somewhat reflexively began to use her tongue to swirl his
dick as he began a rhythmic in and out motion. The sight of her body stretched
out before him and her mouth sucking him off was incredibly stimulating. Her
skin was a splash of wax color and her nipples and tits were still stretched to
the limit above her chest. The clit clamp was pulling her clit above her pussy
lips as she tried not to move while he pushed in and out of her mouth. His dick
swelled some more and she found it harder to move her tongue around as he filled
her mouth.
On the next stroke into her mouth he didn't stop at the 3 inch mark like he had
been doing, he shoved his entire dick in her mouth. The downward angle of her
head lined up her throat with her mouth perfectly and he held her head steady
with his hands. He could feel his dick slip down her throat as her tongue
futilely tried to block his dick out. Pamela began to make choking sounds and
struggle for air. He pulled back out and she gasped for air. He went right
back in deep, shoving his balls against her nose and eyes as her throat made
full length constrictions around his dick. Her tongue was going wild in panic
and that just made for even better sensations. Again and again he used her
entire mouth and throat, pulling out just enough for her to get air and then
slamming back in for the incredible feeling. The wax casing on her neck and
tits crumbled away as he slid in and out, using her mouth for his pleasure.
Finally, he felt his balls tighten and cum start to rise. Pulling his dick out,
he rocked with an orgasm and aimed loops of cum at her face, painting a web of
cum all over her beautiful features for the camera. Man, he thought, if I could
only keep her for a month of movies. He had never been so horny.
Pamela had sagged painfully back on the bed with her mouth open, trying to catch
her breath. He moved the head camera in closer from one side and straddled her
face. Grabbing her long hair in one hand, he jerked her head up against his
butt and ordered her to lick his asshole for the camera. A small tug on the
clit clamp convinced Pamela she had no choice. He leaned over a bit, and with
his free hand, spread his cheeks wide open. The other hand pulled her head up
tight to his butt and Pamela's mouth was forced on his asshole. She pushed her
tongue out and slowly began to lick his crack and hole. 'Faster', he said, with
another tug on the rope and Pamela put some energy into it, swirling his hole
and crack over and over again. 'Put your tongue in my hole,' he said, and she
complied. 'More,' he said, and she pushed her tongue in as far as it would go.
'Leave it in and wiggle it around,' he ordered. The cameras caught everything.
He amused himself by pulling the remaining pieces of wax off of her tits and
body while one hand held her tongue tight to his ass. When he felt her tongue
exhaust itself and barely able to move anymore, he got off her and suddenly
released the clamps. The blood rushed back into her nipples and clit, swelling
intensely with burning pain. Before she could scream, he jammed the panties
back into her open mouth. Pamela rolled around on the bed as the pain shot
through her. He made her jerk around for the camera even more by pulling on her
nipples and clit with his fingers.
Ok, he thought, time for some closing scenes. He grabbed a few things from the
floor and walked around to her tightly tied split legs. He removed the tape
holding in the vibrator and it popped out with a squirting sound. With the
camera right on her cunt, he took out the smaller dildo in her ass and quickly
shoved the larger vibrator up her newly stretched asshole before she could
react. Pamela started trying to jerk around in protest big time as he secured
the big vibrator up her ass. That's nothing, he thought. Then, he oiled a huge
dildo over 3 inches in diameter and 12 inches long, and started working it up
her cunt. Pamela was a tall girl but obviously had never had children. He was
pretty sure that he had already stretched her cunt farther than it had ever been
stretched before by boyfriend's cocks.
She kept up a constant scream of protest into her panty gag as he tried to work
the huge dildo in without ripping her pussy apart. The dildo dickhead finally
slipped past her pubic bone but her tight pussy stopped it right there. The
vibrator in her ass made things so tight that the big dildo in her cunt was
almost splitting Pamela apart. Her pussy lips were stretched to the tearing
point and her asshole was totally extended drum tight around the vibrator. He
poured a little more oil on her pussy to help and slowly worked the big dildo
farther up her cunt.
Pamela was alternating rigid and shaking with her attempts to stop the big
invader from ripping her cunt apart. Her neck rope was cutting her air off
again. He worked the dildo in some more and loosened the rope to give her some
air. After he finally got the dildo head started up her tunnel, he knew he had
it. He waited until she relaxed her hips while trying to get more air, and with
a sudden shove on the end, pushed the dildo another 3 or 4 inches in. Pamela
froze rigid for a moment and then went limp. He looked at her ashen face and
realized she had fainted from the sharp pain. He wasn't worried about really
hurting her though, as he knew from previous film sessions that a cunt could
progressively stretch a lot. He remembered a hefty single mother with three
kids he had filmed that had gotten a baseball bat up her cunt with ease just for
starters and then managed a huge squash from her refrigerator that must have
been 5 inches wide. He figured Pamela would be really sore but would easily
recover.
While she was semi-conscious, he took the opportunity to pick up a razor and
shave cream can and shave off the few pubic hairs left on her bulging pussy. He
wiped the shaving cream off and massaged her newly bald pussy for the camera.
He thought the shaved pussy, distended and stretched so tightly, was an
incredible camera shot. Things were so tight, her clit was forced up and out
from her pussy tissue, exposed like a shiny marble sitting on the floor. He
diddled the clit and rolled it in his fingers, thinking he rarely got that good
a grip on a clit. He stretched the clit to the limit and then sucked it in and
out of his lips for the cameras. He could feel himself getting hard again as he
zoomed the camera in and out from every angle, wiggling the vibrator and dildo
up and down and around to show the extreme tightness. He even grabbed hold of
each shaft and lifted her hips a foot off the bed, she was stuck so tight on
them.
When Pamela started coming around, he poured more oil on his gloved hand and
reached down to pull the big dildo out of her cunt and the smaller vibrator out
of her ass. They came out with big popping sounds while Pamela gasped and
moaned. He kneeled and started working his hand up her cunt. It was not that
hard after the stretching job the big dildo had done and he got his hand
partially up her cunt before she fully woke up again and realized what he was
doing. She started protesting and struggling like a mad woman even as the neck
rope cut her air off again. He merely rode her with his arm and starting
fucking her with his clumped fingers, in and out. Each time his hand popped
out, the suction caused a loud sucking fart sound he hoped the microphone picked
up. At the same time, he pulled up his nylon stocking a little and started
licking her clit with his tongue and reaching up with his free hand to her
breasts. He kept up the hand fuck and clit licking, while massaging and playing
with her tits and nipples. He wasn't sure if he could get her bruised pussy
back to the pleasure side again, but it was worth a try for the camera. He knew
she was plenty sore from the clamps and dildo.
After several minutes of stroking, he finally detected a change in her moans
that sounded like a little pleasure was gaining on the pain. He stroked her
cunt faster, licked and sucked her clit harder, and played with her tits to fan
the fire. Finally, even as she continued to groan in pain, he felt her hips
move and rise to meet to his hand and mouth. He pinched her nipples and heard
her gasp, yet she was moving in rhythm again with him. With an intense blast of
tongue action on her clit, he felt her swollen cunt tighten around his hand and
her nipples swell even bigger. Her entire body tightened up and she let out a
muffled shriek through the panties as she convulsed one way then the other as an
orgasm tidal wave overtook her. He kept up the hand fuck as she rocked from
side to side, eventually subsiding into a series of little hip jerks. Tears
were streaming down her face as her body betrayed her again. He knew she hated
herself at that moment for letting him control her like this. At the same time,
he knew she probably had never been rocked with multiple orgasms like this
before. Pain and pleasure, baby, he thought. It's the best.
He pulled his hand out of her, saying 'It's my turn, now.' He untied her legs
and rolled her on her stomach, loosening her neck rope enough to let her hips
move backwards to the edge of the bed. He freed her hands and tied them each to
a bed corner. Her legs were free but he didn't think that would be a problem;
Pamela was bruised and exhausted. She would be passive as a puppy for awhile.
She was now draped face down on the bed with her hips and legs over the bed
edge. He took some pillows and stuffed them under her stomach, raising her hips
and butt up in the air. Last, he took some rope and pulled each knee up on the
bed and out towards her hands, tying the knees off by her hands. The kneeling
position on top of the pillows pushed her ass in the air high above the bed
edge.
He moved around the bed to her face and picked her face up in hands. He removed
the panties and shoved his dick into her mouth. 'Make me hard, bitch,' he
ordered. Pamela hardly moved as he shoved his swelling dick in and out of her
mouth. When he was rock hard again, he pulled out and re-positioned the
cameras. He moved in behind her, playing with his hard dick. First, he stuck
his rod in her exposed pussy, shoving in as deep as he could go. Her stretched
pussy gave no resistance at all which was no surprise to him after the previous
invasions. After a few minutes of slow and deep in and out, giving the camera
good shots of his entire length plunging into her pussy, he pulled out to get
more friction. He put his dickhead on her oily asshole and shoved in, feeling
the grip of the butt muscles as they reacted one more time against his
intrusion.
'That's more like it,' he thought, as he slammed in and out, pulling her butt
cheeks apart for the camera. He leaned over, grabbed the ends of her tits and
nipples and pulled hard on them, stretching them backwards to the max as he kept
up a long, deep thrusting rhythm. He used the tits to pull him deeper into her
ass and jiggled them around as he pulled back. As he got closer to his orgasm,
he let go of her tits and switched to her long hair, pulling her head back for a
camera closeup. Each time he shoved in deep, he pulled her head up. He
wondered what expressions crossed her face for the lens. He pumped as long as
he could hold off, but it wasn't long before her protesting butt muscles brought
him to a tremendous climax. He stayed deep in her ass this time, pounding away
for his pleasure as he pulled her head up in time to his rhythm. 'Smile for the
camera, slut,' he grunted, as his tight balls pumped hot cum into her ass.
He collapsed on top of Pamela for a minute, exhausted from the exertion.
Pleasure surges ran up and down his body as her sphincter muscles continued
squeezing his slowly shrinking dick until it slipped out of her ass. When he
regained his breath, he checked the clock. Almost one and a half hours had gone
by, more time than he had planned to spend. He didn't want to leave but every
extra minute put him at an increased risk of discovery. He had the film footage
he needed, enough to edit into an extremely hot video, by far his best ever.
With Pamela's stunning looks, most buyers would think it was a professional porn
video star who actually had acting talent. Only his collector clients would
know it was a real rape and they didn't know who he was. They didn't care
either, as long as he delivered hot rape videos.
He collected his equipment and put it back in the bag. He then unscrewed and
put the hook screw in the bag and put the jewelry back where it came from. Duct
tape replaced the ropes restraining Pamela's arms and legs and a piece of tape
went back over her eyes. He got dressed, went into the kitchen and came back
with a steak knife. He whispered in Pamela's ear that he was leaving and that
she should wait 15 minutes before moving. 'Don't move early,' he warned in a
vaguely foreign sounding voice, 'I just might come back and check to see if you
waited. After 15 minutes, you can start crawling around the bedroom to find
this steak knife and cut yourself free.' She lay there without moving.
'Oh,' he said, 'don't forget that I filmed everything in close-up detail and you
performed great. If you report this to the police I will hear about it. I'll
make sure that everyone you know, all of your family, friends and work
colleagues, get a nice video copy of you playing sex games.' 'Besides,' he
added, 'you should consider yourself lucky. How many girls get multiple orgasms
like that? You got nothing to complain about. You know you enjoyed it. I just
filmed the kind of whore you really are. Think how your parents will react to
your little show. I'll be sure to add some soundtrack that sounds like you
begging for more, too.' He watched her head turn away as tears begin to flow in
shame. She knew he was right; she could never let anyone see the video and her
complete submission and ecstasy. He would get away with it and there was
nothing she could do! She sobbed into the bed and tuned him out. He studied
her for a moment, drinking in her beauty and sexiness. He leaned over and
kissed her hard and deep. He whispered, 'You were great, the best ever. You'll
be fine.'
He let the cameras film him leaving the room, then returned to get everything.
He left her slumped on the bed after doing a little more cleanup, slipped out
through the garage and went back to his car. He pulled the nylon stocking and
the latex gloves off and headed for his house miles away on the other side of
town. He saw no one and laughed as he thought about how sexy it was going to be
editing the tape of Pamela. In fact, he began to fantasize about filming a
sequel with her. That wasn't a half bad idea, he thought. She would never
expect him to come back for more. He laughed as it occurred to him that Pamela
thought it was all over. He drove on down the street pondering a sequel and
mentally spending the money he was going to make on his newest star.
End of Chapter 1
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