Wrath

                        WRATH
      
                        BY T.S. FESSELN

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy.  Any resemblance to people living
or dead is purely coincidental.   If you are under the age of 18, please stop
reading here.  If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and
rape, please stop reading here.  The author takes no responsibility for those
who wish to re-enact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use.  The author wishes any agencies that wish
to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com  .  Any comments
are gladly accepted and encouraged.

                        WRATH
      
                        BY T.S. FESSELN


WRATH  Chapter 1

      'O-T-H-E-L-L-O'

      Rachel penciled in another answer to her crossword puzzle.  Right now she
should have been enjoying the company of her husband, sharing breakfast and
fighting over who would read the morning comics first.  This was to be their
first morning of a full week off for them just to enjoy themselves for once.  A
week of just selfishness between her and Bill.  However, some emergency came up
at Bill's law firm and he had to take a flight to Pittsburgh, leaving her alone
with a week of nothing planed and nothing  to do.

       Just then, the phone rang.

      "Rachel?" asked the female voice at the other end.

      "Yes?"

      "This is Cindy Cotrell."

      "Hi Cindy,"  Cindy didn't sound at all well, as if she had just been
crying, "What's up?"

       "Can you come over?"

       "You bet.  What's wrong Cindy?"

       "I don't want to be bother if you can't," Cindy sniffled, emphasizing the
word 'can't'.

       "Don't be silly, Cindy," Rachel was now getting concerned.  Cindy was
usually a very over-gifted conversationalist, ready to talk your ear off at a
moments notice.  All Rachel could deduce was that something concerning her
divorce had gotten to poor Cindy.

       "Really, Rachel, please don't bother. . ."

       "It's not a problem.  I have the whole day off; the whole WEEK off for
that matter.  I will be over there as soon as possible, okay?"

       Cindy didn't say a thing.

     "I'll be right over," and with that Rachel hung up the phone and started to
gather up her breakfast plates and putting them in the sink.  All Rachel had
left to do is take a quick shower, throw on some clothes and head over to
Cindy's town house.

                                -oOo-


     "Is your friend coming over?" asked a gravely male voice as he hung up the
receiver.

     Cindy nodded.  It was all that she could do.  The masked stranger had
replaced her ball gag and made sure it was strapped tightly and locked in place. 
Her blonde curls were all in disarray as she looked up at him with her reddened
blue eyes.

     To the intruder, Cindy was a vision of loveliness.  He had bound her and
cut off her silk teddy, baring her nearly perfect body.  Except for the phone
call he had made her do, she had been gagged the entire time; whimpering and
mewling.  Now, she was tied tightly to the living room couch.  The handcuffs had
used earlier to subdue her while she slept had been replaced by rope, knotting
her wrists and elbows together behind her back.  Her breasts seemed to jut out;
her pale pink nipples begging for attention as she squirmed under his gaze.  He
had tied her legs wide apart, each ankle cinched to the foot of the couch,
leaving her sex fully exposed and ready to play.  The intruder leaned over the
couch back and began to stroke her golden tresses.

     "See, that wasn't so bad now was it?" he laughingly asked.

     Cindy began to sob again, bowing her head down and wishing she were dead. 
She knew what was in store for her friend when she arrived, but the man's
threats, coupled with the huge knife that he constantly caressed her with,
forced Cindy into making that call.  She knew that Bill, Rachel's husband, was
called away on business and that her friend had decided to take the week off
anyway.  Now, Cindy feared, she and Rachel would be sexual prisoners of this man
for longer than she cared to think.

     "I think we will have alot of fun, yes I do," the man continued, reaching
down to lightly caress Cindy's nipple.

     "nnnnnnnmmmmph," the bound woman cried.

     The man's fingers began to trace small circles around Cindy's erect nipple,
sending little sparks of pleasure through her, despite her predicament.

     "You like that, huh?" he whispered.

     "Uh-uhhhhh," she said, shaking her head.

     "Oh, I think you do.  Your nipples are saying 'yes','yes'."

     The intruder began to roll her nipples between his fingers, lightly
pinching them, tugging at them a bit, send more little waves of pleasures
rippling through Cindy.  Cindy was confused, afraid and horny.  She shouldn't
feel this way.  This man was repeatedly abusing her and soon he would be doing
the same to her friend, Rachel.  However, her body was betraying her, thirsting
for the attention of the man's fingers and hands.  He had yet to 'rape' her.  He
was still dressed in the dark blue jeans and dark green sweeter he had assaulted
her in.  And he had yet to take off his ski mask in front of her.  Several times
he left the bedroom for awhile, to explore her town home, leaving her bound. 
Struggling against the ropes was useless, but Cindy continued to because to stop
would mean that she had accepted her fate.

     "Now, when your friend shows, should we tell her about you and her husband
Bill?"

     The man's words were like ice water running through Cindy's veins.

     "Oh, yes Cindy, I know it is just an innocent lunch or two with your boss. 
You ARE his legal assistant, after all.  Spend all those LONG hours together. 
It COULD have happened and how is Rachel to know it didn't, especially in your
present state."

      "Uggghhhh!"

      The man pinched Cindy's nipples a little harder while lightly kissing her
neck, " And with your pending divorce. . .well, I can just imagine what Rachel
will be imagining when I tell her about you and Bill."

      No.  This couldn't be happening.  She could never hurt Rachel that way. 
Never.  She may have been Rachels' husbands assistant, but that is where it
ended.  Rachel and her had been good friends for several years now, since they
met at one of the firm's parties, even before she had worked with Bill.  No. No.
No.  This couldn't be happening.

      His captive began struggling anew, trying to wrench free of her bonds. 
There was nothing more lovelier than the sight of a struggling, bound woman. 
Except for maybe two bound and struggling women, he mused.  And that was going
to become a reality soon enough.

     "I think we have time to play a bit before Rachel arrives, now don't we,
Cindy?"

     "Uh-uh!" she moaned into her ball gag, shaking her head.

     "Now let's see. . .I need to get you prepared for the next few days," the
stranger smiled.

     He reached down into his black leather pack and started to rummage around. 
Cindy wondered what other horrible things could he pull from that bag.  The
rubber ball gag forced into her between her lips was bad enough.  Her jaws ached
and she continually drooled on herself and anywhere she was set.  Her mind raced
at what things the rapist might have hidden in the bulk of that pack.

      "Ah, here we go, Cindy.  I think you will love these."

      He held in his hands two rings, split rings like the ones you find on key
rings.  Both of the rings had a single bell-like metal cup no more than an inch
in diameter.

      "I have a pair of these lovely rings for you and for Rachel when she
arrives, Cindy.  I think they will look lovely on you."

      Cindy looked at them questioningly.

      He placed each silver cup over each of her nipples, the cold metal like an
electric shock.  He then let them go and they fell between her legs.

      "Opps.  I guess I will need to glue them in place, Cindy."

      "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Cindy wailed into her gag as she fought her bindings
with renewed vigor.

     He reach down between her spread legs and retrieved the fallen rings,
gently caressing the swollen lips of her sex for a minute, lightly tracing her
pussy curves with the rings before setting them back up onto the couch back. 
There was a slight rustle again and then he displayed a small plastic bottle of
glue before her.

     "Super glue, Soon-To-Be Miss Cotrell.  A wonder of science.  Did you know
it was originally developed for surgery?  This stuff is truly marvelous and
nearly permanent, as we shall soon see."

     He opened the top and began to put several large drops into the cups
hollow.  Cindy struggled and fought but it was easy to pin her back into the
back of the couch and place the silver cup and ring onto her nipple.  Within a
few moments, he let it go and it stayed in place, teasing her nipple with it's
weight.  It was just as easy for the intruder to do the same with Cindy's other
nipple.  It did not cover the whole areola, only most of it.

     "See that did not hurt now did it?  No need for those tears, Cindy."

     Cindy looked down at her own breasts and hated those things.

     "No, Cindy, I think you will really like them. . ." and with that, he began
to play with the rings, pulling on them gently, twisting them slightly, sending
ripple after ripple of pleasure through her and seemingly directly into her
womb.

      ". . .and fear them also." 

      The man yanked on them hard, the pain stabbing through Cindy like two icy
daggers.  She screamed through her gag.

      He then let them both go.

      The girl sobbed in pain, a sound that delighted the intruder.

      "Now, let me see what else in this wonderful bag."

      Cindy moaned and mewled into her gag, shaking her head wildly.

      There was no fanfare this time.  Cindy felt something wrap around her neck
and she felt sure that she was about to be strangled.  But it didn't happen. 
The stranger just took the wide leather collar and fastened it about her slender
neck, taking a heavy padlock and locking the collar shut.

      "You look sooooo lovely in that black leather collar, Cindy.  A perfect
little slave," the intruder smiled, "But wait.  . ., there's more!"

       The next item the stranger produced was a vibrator, one simular to the
one he had used on her in the wee hours of the morning, however, this one had a
nub-covered 'branch' that would push against her clitoris.  This vibrator also
had a ring on the back end of it.

       The intruder turned it on and began to caress Cindy's swollen sex with
it.  Her pussy was nearly bare of hair, only a small patch of brown to announce
that she was not a true blonde.  The tip of the device hummed around her outer
lips, making Cindy squirm more.   It was starting to make her horny again,
despite knowing she was being 'raped'.  Her pleas for him to stop were nothing
but little moans.

      "You do like this, Cindy, don't you?" the man laughed.

      "Uh-uhhhhhh!" his beautiful captive wailed.

     "You're lying, dear Cindy, I hate liars," he said as he shoved the dildo
deep into her pussy, causing his captive to gasp."

      "I really hate liars. . . "

      The man then began to slowly twist Cindy's nipple rings, the pain ripping
through her, causing her to scream with agony.

      "Now, Cindy, dear, darling, you ARE enjoying this, aren't you?"

      Cindy sobbed in pain and nodded her head yes, yes.

      He released her nipple rings, "See, I knew it.  I knew it all along.  You
are just a little slave slut now aren't you?"

       Cindy nodded her head again, crying, drool coming out from around her
gag.

      "Now we have to get you ready for your friend.  Now let us see what else I
have in my bag of tricks, shall we.?"

       Cindy's nipples ached with a dull pain as she heard him rummaging through
his pack.  And even in her pain, the hum of the vibrator was working it's magic
within her.  She could feel the waves of an orgasm building within her like a
tidal wave.  Building and building, slowly, very slowly.

        The intruder watched Cindy as she closed her eyes and began to rock upon
the vibrator, her hips moving to the carnal beat.  The rings on her breasts
began to jingle.  Her long golden curls were in such disarray around her as to
almost hide her face.  Her moans were more passion than pain as she continued to
thrust her hips.

        Cindy felt the stranger reach down and begin to flick and her nipple
rings, sending more of the ripples of pleasure into the building cascade.  Cindy
couldn't believe her body was betraying her like this.  This man was torturing
her and yet, perhaps as an escape from the reality of what was happening, she
was about to be swallowed in the throes of pure bliss. . .

       And then it happened.  A crushing tidal wave of joy, embracing her and
tossing her in it's powerful currents.  Cleansing her of the pain. . .

      Then Cindy slowly swam back to reality.  The guilt and horror of what just
happened consumed her and she began to sob deeply.

      "There, there, Cindy," the man said, caressing her hair out of her face,
"You need not be ashamed.  You just showed me what a slut you really are.  Now
then enough of that.  I do need to get you ready."

       Taking a length of twine, the stranger began to thread the end through
one of the nipple rings, and then the other, looping it back and tying it off. 
Reaching up, he pulled Cindy forward.

       "Stay" he commanded.

       He then took the other end and threaded it through the ring in the
vibrator, drawing it taught before bringing it back up and tying it to Cindy's
collar.

       "Now we are going to play a game Cindy and you are going to have to
listen carefully.  Are you listening carefully, Cindy?"

       Cindy nodded her head slightly.

     "Good.  Now the object of the game is to not pull this wonderful vibrator
out of yourself.  You can do this by keeping leaned over like this.  Easy.
Simple, is it not Cindy?"

     Cindy nodded again.

     "Now the bad part of this game is that IF you should pull this vibrator out
of yourself by straightening yourself up, I would HAVE to glue that vibrator
within you with that glue I used on your tits.  Imagine the pain when I would,
after awhile, have to remove that vibrator from you.    Eeeeeeee.  Causes me to
shiver.  You wouldn't want me to have to glue that vibrator inside you now,
would you?"

     Cindy shook her head, crying.

     "Good.  Now enjoy yourself while I prepare for your friend."

     He stepped back and looked at his handiwork.  Her arms were still bound in
back of her, rope around her elbows and wrists, both cinched tight.  Her bent
over form covered most of her wonderful features, but also hid her from being
seen from the front door.  Rachel would see the couch but not it's occupant
until she was tightly trussed up and ready to be toyed with as he was toying
with Cindy right now.  It gave him a warm feeling just knowing what that
vibrator was doing within her. . .

     He smiled and set to work.
    
                              -oOo-         

      Rachel lived about an hour away, but to Cindy, it seemed like as if she
lived on another continent.  She could here the intruder fussing about.  The
clink of chains here, the rustle of something there.  Every once in awhile he
would poke at Cindy's ribs, startling her and almost causing her to arc up and
pull the buzzing vibrator out of herself.  As it was, it was hard to concentrate
on keeping herself bent over as she was.  The humming caress of the vibrator
inside her and against her clitoris was almost to much as she fought off her
orgasms again and again.  To orgasm would surly mean that she would accidentally
pull out that devilish dildo out of herself in the throes of passion.  The
vibrations also traveled up the twine and to her nipples, causing more and more
little rips of pleasure.  When an orgasm loomed close, all Cindy had to remember
is the man's threat and the horrid pain it would cause.  However, it was getting
harder and harder to fight off the evil pleasure that would, inevitably, engulf
her.

     "Ah, I see you friend driving up now in that red Beemer of hers.  Now, you
be quiet, dear Cindy, or there will be alot of pain for you. . . understand?"

     Cindy nodded her head, even though she couldn't see the man.

     Then she heard the door swing open.

     Rachel pulled up behind the white van that proudly proclaiming "Pete's
Plumbing: Never Sleep With A Drip Again".   Rachel thought it was a little odd
that Cindy hadn't mentioned the plumber over the phone, but she sounded really
upset.  Upset enough to not mention the plumber.  As Rachel climbed out of her
car, she saw a tallish, dark haired man in gray overalls, making his way over to
the van.

     "Howdy," he smiled as he opened the side of the van up.

     "Hello," Rachel smiled back.

     "A gummed-up disposal.  Be out of your ladies' hair in a bit.  Just
finishing up,"  The man said, grabbing an open tool box, "Just a few things to
tie up."

     "Okay," Rachel said as the man followed her to the door.

     The man really had to admire Rachel.  Her long, dark auburn hair fell like
a waterfall down her back to her slender waist.  Her hips flared nicely, her ass
was would be the envy of any centerfold, and her legs were long and lithe.  Even
though she was wearing a sweatshirt and a tight pair of jeans, he could already
picture her luscious curves of her body underneath.

     "Cindy," Rachel called out, as she went through the open door.

     "I think she is upstairs, miss," the plumber said, shutting the door.

     "Thanks," she replied starting up the stairs.

     Then Rachel found herself falling on the stairs, her arms being forced in
back of her as the man fell on top of her.  Hitting the stairs, she had the wind
knocked out of her as the man quickly handcuffed Rachel's hands behind her back.

      "What the fuc . . . guhhhh!" Rachel started say as the man forced a wad of
cloth into her mouth and held it there.

      The brunette began to struggle underneath the man as he reached over to
his spilled toolbox for the duct tape.  Even though Rachel was in fantastic
shape, the man pinning her was much larger and stronger.  With her arms and
hands useless behind her back, it was a one sided fight, bucking and throwing
herself around like a fish out of water.  It made it difficult to tape her mouth
shut, but he managed to do it.  Then, grabbing her kicking feet, he wrapped them
together with the roll of tape.  Now she was his.

     The intruder got off of Rachel and watched her struggle in her bindings. 
She bucked and kicked and lashed around but her bindings held.  Her gag all but
silenced Rachel to grunts and moans.  The was one other thing to do.  He reached
out and grabbed the leather blindfold and locked it in place over Rachel's
furious blue eyes.

     "I told you, Rachel, I had a few more things to tie up, didn't I" the man
said.

     "Uuhhhhhhhh!" Rachel said into her gag angrily.

     "Now let's get you to a more comfortable part of the house.  We really
can't do alot here on the stairs now can we?"

      After re-donning his ski mask, the man picked up the still struggling
Rachel and dumped her unto the floor in front of Cindy, close enough so that
Cindy could raise her eyes to to see her friend, as helpless as she was.

      "Cindy, you know Rachel.  After I get done, you will really know Rachel
alot better.  But first, I think we should make her alot more comfortable."

      The first thing the man did was to sit on Rachel's ass and begin to tape
Rachel's fingers and hands together with the silvery tape, completely enclosing
them.  Then, taking out that wicked bowie knife of his, he began to cut the
seams of Rachel's sweatshirt, being careful not to cut her, though that was made
difficult by the brunette's squirmings beneath him.  Soon, however, he ripped
away the tatters of the shirt.
 
      "A bit more comfortable I think, don't you think so, Rachel?"  the man
asked, smiling behind his ski mask.

      A series of mmmmphs and uuuuughh from Rachel's gagged lips answered his
question as he rolled the woman onto her back, exposing her large, dark-nippled
breasts to the man.

      "I don't know if Bill ever told you this, Rachel, but you have wonderful
tits."

      Rachel felt him begin to play with her nipples, rolling them and gently
pulling at them, beginning them to life.  She couldn't believe this was
happening to her.  Where was Cindy?  Who was this plumber?  Struggling was
useless against him.

      Then she felt something cold and hard being pressed onto her nipple,
cupping it, adhering to it.   Then the same was repeated to the other one. 
Rachel then felt her nipple being gently pulled by whatever was glued onto them. 
He twisted them a bit and flicked at them, making sure they were firmly
attached.

      "Now, let's see about getting you outta those jeans, Rachel," he smiled.

      "Uhhh-uhhh," Rachel grunted angrily into her gag, shaking her head.

      "Now don't go anywhere, darling.  I will be right back."

      Rachel continued to struggle in her bonds.  Her hands were useless,
encased in tape.  All she could really do was flop around.  No, better to save
her energy and wait for the perfect time to escape.  Rachel just imagined what
was happening to Cindy right now.  Most likely, she was tied similarly to how
Rachel was now.

      She then felt something being set by her.

      "Okay, up you go, Mrs. Newark."

      Rachel felt herself being picked up and the leaned over what she took to
be a chair, the back of it cutting into her stomach.  She then felt the man
flick at those things glued to her nipples and a slight tug forward.  He
continued to pull until it started to cause some pain.  To relieve the pain,
Rachel leaned even further until she was full bent over the kitchen chair.  She
then felt her bound feet being attached the chair's bottom rungs.

     "Now, I really don't want to cut you, Rachel, but if you squirm to much, my
knife might slip.  So hold still.  Understand."

      The brunette did not move a muscle.

      'SMACK'

      The man slapped her ass hard, send a sharp pain through her.  Rachel
jumped and pulled on her tits painfully.  Painfully enough to start to cause
Rachel to start to cry.

      "Answer me, Rachel.  Do you understand?"

      Rachel nodded her head, crying.

      'Good.  Now don't move."

      Rachel felt the cool, steel blade slip under her waistband and begin to
cut through it.  Slowly, carefully, the man denuded her.  slicing first her
jeans away, and then her cotton panties.  And then, he started to cut off the
tape around her ankles.  But her respite from her bondage was brief, for he
replaced the tape with some leather cuffs of some kind, locked together with a
short chain.  Then, to the relief of her pained nipples, he untied them from the
front of the chair.

      "Now, Mrs. Newark, let's take a better look at you."

      Rachel hesitated.

      "Now don't be shy, dear Rachel. . ."

     'SMACK'

     A burning pain shot through Rachel as she swatted her ass again.

     She slowly eased herself from the back of the chair, straighten up.

     "That is a good girl, Rachel.  Now turn around so both Cindy and I can take
a good look at you."

      Rachel flushed with embarrassment as she slowly turned around, her leg
cuffs hampering any quick movement.  Standing just under 5'7", Rachel was a very
attractive woman and could grace any men's magazine.  Her skin was the color of
bronze, the very likeness of a Greek goddess.  Her ample breasts seemed to jut
out, begging for attention and were now graced with the same nipple rings that
Cindy wore.  Rachel's stomach was flat and she had a thick nest of dark curls. 
Her legs were indeed long, a dancer's legs, the intruder thought to himself.
     
      "Is she not a beautiful sight, Cindy?"

      Cindy nodded.  All the time the man was cutting off Rachel's clothes,
Cindy had been fighting off an orgasm.  The feelings of pleasure threatened to
engulf her as she rocked her hips upon the phallus.  Her looming orgasm seemed
to be building and building in strength like a tsunami threatening to crush her
at any moment.  She began to moan desperately through her gag.

     "Is my Cindy ready to get off?"

     "Uhhhh-hhuhhhh," the blonde nodded her head.

     "I give you my permission to have an orgasm, dear Cindy, right here in
front of your friend," he said, then whispered, "And I will not glue that
vibrator into you if happen to pull it out."

     The stranger then reached down between Cindy's legs and thrust the dildo
deeper in side her.

     That pushed Cindy over the brink and soon she was in the throes of passion,
pleasure washing over in wave after wave and she bucked upon the vibrator and
thus tugging upon her sore nipples. . . then she yanked the humming vibrator out
as the crest of the orgasm swallowed her.

      Rachel could hear her friend's Cindy's moans and realized that Cindy was
gagged the same as she was.  Cindy's moans were not those of pain, however, they
were of a passion that was building and building until they were screams. 
Rachel could not believe this was happening. . .here she was tied bound and
naked and helpless, standing in front of her friend that was in the throes of an
orgasm.

      Then her moans calmed down.

      Cindy drifted back down from her orgasm.  The vibrator, slick with her
arousal, still buzzed against her stomach.
 
      Rachel could then hear the low sobs of her friend behind her gag.

      "Now, now, there Cindy.  You shouldn't cry.  That was a wonderful orgasm. 
And your friend here will be having hers in a bit, after I get you rearranged."

      The intruder patted Cindy in her vulva, before dipping his finger into her
slit and caressing her pleasure swollen lips before leaning forward and
whispering into Cindy's ear, "Just enjoy."

     The blonde felt his finger caress her swollen clit, his fingertip lightly
touching around her, sending new ripples of pleasure running through her body. 
Cindy both craved and and dreaded the next orgasm.  Then his fingers left her as
the intruder got up to pay attention to his new captive.

     Rachel felt the man beside her, walking around her.  She could almost feel
his eyes drinking in her curvaceous form, eyeing her with an almost vampire-like
lust.  It seemed like an eternity, the all of her senses focused on her ears as
he circled around her, again and again.  Slowly, very slowly, like a jaguar in
the depths of a jungle, hunting it's prey.  All Rachel could do is stand there
and listen to his footsteps and hear his breathing and the quiet moans of her
friend.

     And then he touched her.

     His fingers stroked her auburn hair away from her face and over her
shoulder.  The intruder then brushed a single fingertip just under Rachel's
nose.  Immediately Rachels smelled a strong, musky scent. . .

      "That is the smell of your captive friend, dear Rachel," he whispered into
Rachel's ear.

      Despite her groans of displeasure, the intruder began the trace his
fingertips all over Rachels' bared skin.  They glided over her shoulders, arms,
sides, and hips.  They stroked her belly and cupped her breasts, through they
did not play with her silver rings glues to her nipples.  His hand roamed down
closer and closer to the soft curls of her nest and Rachel was powerless to do
anything to stop them.

       Then his fingers began to tickle through curls, very gently.  Rachel
found herself leaning back into the stranger as he used his fingers as a comb
through her dark patch, slowly working his way lower until he came to the slit.

      A single finger began to ease itself into her.  Despite everything, Rachel
was beginning to get aroused by the man's attentions and she knew she was
already starting to get wet.  His finger slowly caressed her moist slit, running
up and down, send little licks of fiery pleasure burning into her womb.  She
began to rock her hips, trying to get the man's finger to go deeper into her. 
Her ass ground against the man and she felt his hardness through his overalls.

      Then his finger stopped and her let go of her.

      Rachel wailed through her gag.

      He returned his finger to her, lightly tracing her swollen lips.  She
tried to move forward, to impale herself onto his digit, but he pulled back. 
She took a step forward, as much as her ankle cuffs would allow and he eased his
finger into her, but only for a moment before withdrawing again.

      He teased Rachel forward, guiding her through her lust toward the couch
that held his other captive.  After what seemed like an eternity, Rachel now
stood directly in front of Cindy.

     "Kneel," he told Rachel.

     Rachel felt him press down on her shoulders, pushing her to kneel.  It was
difficult, being bound as she was, but she did it.  She sensed that Cindy was
right in front of her, though she couldn't tell how her friend was tied-up. 

      Cindy looked into the blindfolded and gagged face of her friend Rachel as
she knelt before her.  She wished she could say that she was sorry and explain
why she had let Rachel into this trap.  The man's threats and the knife were to
much for her.  She then looked up at the stranger as he grabbed a length of fine
chain.

      "Now you two are going to get to know each other much better now," he
grinned.

      Cindy recognized the long canine choker as he displayed it before her.  He
then wrapped it around her waist, then metal cold against her belly, and
threaded the one end through the large ring in the other end and drew it tight. 
The man the took the loose end and tucked it in back of Cindy's ass.  The
intruder then reached between the blondes' legs and pulled the loose chain
through.  He then threaded the loose end into her slit and drew the chain the
chain circling her waist, making a crupper out of the arrangement.  The links
rubbed against Cindy's clit, again send little waves of bliss through her.

      The intruder began to rummage through his bag again, producing a wide,
leather collar with several chrome rings on it.

      Rachel felt the collar being fastened around her neck and heard the click
of the padlock locking the collar in place.  He then gently pushed Rachel
forward until she felt her breasts against the rough material of the couch. 
Rachel could now smell Cindy's arousal.  It seemed to fill the air as she heard
the rattle of a chain and the click of another padlock as it was fastened to
Rachel's collar.

      Rachel was now chained to Cindy's crupper.  If the brunette pulled back
her head, the chain would rub through Cindy's tender slit and over her clit. 
Both women were finding this out as they adjusted to their new predicament.

      Rachel then felt the intruder unlocking her ankle cuffs, at least the
chain that was binding them together.  He pulled at her ankle, trying to force
her to open her legs while she was kneeling.  She fought as much as she could,
but positioned as she was, the brunette couldn't stop the man from spreading her
legs out and attaching a pole between her ankles.  This forced her legs open,
her sex displayed to the intruder's lascivious eyes.

      Gently, the man began to caress Rachel's pussy.  First, brushing at her
outer lips.  Then, sliding up and down her slit and tickling at her now-swollen
button.  Soon, she was rocking her hips and moaning loudly through her gag,
trying to impale herself upon his digits.

      "That's it, Mrs. Newark, just enjoy.  Don't fight it.  This is going to be
a very looooong indenture if you continue to fight me."

       Rachel shook her head.

      "I know it is hard to accept, but your hungry little pussy is telling me
how much you want this. . ." he said, tickling her clit and send a flame of
pleasure burning through her.

       Then his fingers left her.

       Rachel heard some fumbling around in front of her as the intruder took
the vibrator off of the string tied to Cindy's nipple rings and began to rub it
against Rachel's now puffy lips.  The hum of the phallus sent her passion
roaring.  As he eased it within her, she rocked her hips back to receive it. 
Like Cindy, Rachel's body was betraying her.  Once the vibrator was fully inside
her, the intruder playfully slapped Rachel's ass.

       "Time to get things ready upstairs, ladies.  Don't go away.  I am sure
you two have alot to talk about while I'm gone."

                                 -oOo-

     If you have enjoyed this story, please let me know.  I will continue it if
there is enough interest.  Please send your comments to FESSELN1@aol.com.

                              WRATH
      
                        BY T. S. FESSELN


Chapter 2

       The vibrator hummed within Rachel as she leaned forward, her hands taped
behind her back.  She could smell her friend Cindy's arousal; Rachel's nose was
mere inches from her friends' pussy.   Rachel could feel Cindy grind her hips
against the chain that held Rachel down.  Even blindfolded, Rachel knew that the
chain that ran from her collared neck was somehow lasciviously connected to her
blonde friend's slit.

       "Now, Mrs. Newark," her captor whispered into her ear, "don't let that
little toy fall out while you are enjoying yourself.  If you do, there will be
alot of pain for both you and Cindy here.  Understand?"

       Rachel nodded her head.

       "Now as for you, dear Cindy. . ." the masked man continued as he walked
behind the couch and rustled in his bag, ". . .I can't keep this mask on all
day, so you are just going to have to be blindfolded again, my lovely."

       Cindy shook her head but she knew that the blindfold would go on anyway. 
She was helpless to stop him, with her hands bound behind her back and her
ankles tied wide apart to the couch's front legs.  With little effort, the
intruder strapped a leather blindfold over Cindy's blue eyes and buckled it
tightly into place.

        "There now. . .much better.  Now I will get on with this weekend's
activities, ladies.  Don't go away."

        The man took off the ski mask.  He was glad to be rid of it.  The mask
tended to be itchy and hot.  Besides, people would wonder why the plumber was
wearing a ski mask when he went out to the van for things.

       Outside, the morning chill still lingered in the shadows.  The day was
young and the stranger had so many things he wanted to do.  A weekend was not
enough time for those two in there.  They deserved more quality time together to
learn about their sexuality . . .even if it was forced.

      From inside the van, the stranger took out a large chest.  It was nearly
empty save for a few items that he could not fit into his black nylon bag or his
toolbox.  It would be filled, however, and soon, as well as the other large
chest he had still in the van.  In the meantime, he had more than enough 'tools'
to keep the girls tied up and entertained for a while in a wide variety of ways.

      The stranger whistled as he came back and shut the door.  The chest wasn't
heavy, per se, but it was bulky and he had a bit of trouble carting it upstairs. 
Once at the top of the stairs, he went directly into the blonde's bedroom. 

	Cindy's bedroom was perfect for what he wanted.  In the center was a huge old
Victorian brass bed complete with canopy.  The sheets were still in disarray
from last night's struggles and he had yet to use all of the bed's assets.  He
dropped the chest down and decided he had better check on his girls to make sure
they were behaving before getting stuff ready for their next adventure.

    	He paused half way down the stairs to enjoy the view.  He could see the
brunette kneeling, her head in the blonde's lap.  Both were struggling but their
struggles were not as violent as before.  The intruder could imagine that Cindy
was exhausted from her efforts and he knew Rachel was trying her damnedest to
not have that vibrator slip from her grip.

 	All of Rachel's concentration was upon her pussy and keeping the vibrator
within her.  She could feel it slowly slipping out because of its incessant
humming and the juices of her shameful arousal.  If she gripped it too hard, she
would squeeze it out of herself.  If she let lose too much, the vibrator would
just slip right out of her.  She never had to keep control over her intimate
muscles like this before and it was one of the most difficult things she had
ever been asked to do.   What was worse was she felt an orgasm slowly building
within her, lurking like a demon amongst the little licks of pleasure the
vibrator was sending deep into her soul.  If she were to give into it and let it
engulf her, she would indeed lose the vibrator and gain whatever punishments and
pains the rapist had in mind.

     The intruder came down the rest of the stairs.

	"How are you doing, Mrs. Newark?" he smiled, "I can see your little friend is
slipping out of you a bit, huh?"

	Rachel's tears were all the answer the intruder got.

	"I will ask you one more time, Mrs. Newark and I expect an answer.  If I do no
get one, I will make you feel such pain that you will wish that you were dead. 
Do you understand, Mrs. Newark?"

	"Uuuhhh-hhhuhhh," Rachel nodded her head.

      "Okay, is your vibrator slipping out of you?" he asked.

	Rachel moaned into her gag and nodded her head, her long, auburn curls covering
her reddened, tear-streaked face.

	Rachel felt the intruder gently ease the vibrator back up inside her all the
way, it's vibrating nub solidly against her now-swollen clit.  She fought down
the pyretic bliss that was raging and threatening to engulf her, letting out a
low, deep moan like that of a wounded animal.

      "Are you about to cum, Mrs. Newark?" the intruder asked

	Rachel paused for a second.  To answer yes would humiliate the very center of
her being.  However, to lie would mean that she would suffer physical pain.

	A searing pain ripped through Rachel as the intruder reached beneath her and
twisted both nipple rings hard.  She screamed through her gag and nearly lost
the vibrator she so desperately keeping within her.

	"Answer me!" he yelled at her.

      The brunette wailed into gag and nodded her head violently.

      "Now, my dear Rachel, darling, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" he
whispered, pulling back her tresses and kissing her on the cheek, "And since you
told me the truth, I am going to give you a treat."

    	Rachel felt the vibrator being thrust in and out of her and she felt her
body respond in kind, rocking her hips back onto the buzzing dildo.  The pain
caused by his twisting her nipples became a dull, almost erotic throb.

	"You want to come, Rachel, both of us know it," he whispered.

	No. She did not want to come in front of this man even though her body desired
it's passionate release.

	"Come," the intruder said softly, wiping off a tear below her eye.

	Rachel could not hold off her demon any longer and his white-hot flames of
ecstasy engulfed her entire soul in a whirlwind of pure pleasure.  She thrashed
in her bonds, impaling herself upon the vibrator over and over and over again
until it felt as if every last fiber of her being was spent and she collapsed
forward onto the couch between Cindy's splayed legs.

      "I knew you were a slut, Rachel," he said, still holding the buzzing
vibrator within her, "and in a few moments, you can prove it again to me. 
However, I must get a few things done upstairs."

	Rachel felt him let go of the humming dildo.

	"I must warn you, dear Rachel, that the game is still on.  If you let the
vibrator drop, you lose."

	Rachel then heard him laugh as he went back outside.  She felt her face turn
red with shame and her sobs were dry and tearless.  She was only vaguely aware
of Cindy and her writhing movements.

    	The chain that ran through Cindy's sex was as bad as the vibrator, if not
worse.  The fine, smooth links rubbed up and down her already moist slit and
worked it's magic upon her clit.  It was already sensitive from her earlier
orgasm and the links that rubbed and pressed against it with every move that
Rachel made enflamed it even more, sending little sparks like lightening
directly into her womb.

	However, the tugs from Rachel's chain were sporadic and had no rhythm; nothing
constant for her to relieve her building sexual escape.  The blonde could rock
her hips a bit and the canine choker chain would tighten a bit, but that would
change as Rachel shifted and bucked with her own orgasm.  In a way, Cindy was
glad the intruder was focusing on Rachel.  She did not want her own pending
orgasm to be the focus of his attention.

	Rachel's head was now resting between Cindy's legs and the brunette's hair was
tickling the inside of Cindy's thighs.  Cindy shifted a bit and her fingers
brushed against the chain running around her waist and down between her
buttocks.  She hooked it with a couple of her fingers and managed to grab a hold
of it.  The chain crupper tightened, sending more lightning bolts of pleasure
flashing through her.

	God, she needed to come, Cindy thought to herself as she moaned through her
gag.

     When Cindy pulled on the chain, it pulled Rachel closer between her
friend's legs.  I took the brunette by surprise and she almost lost her humming
vibrator.  Her head now rested on her friend's belly and she could feel Cindy's
hips moving rhythmically and hear her whines of need.  Rachel tried to pull
back, but this only caused Cindy to arch her back and moan deeply.

	Rachel fought to keep the vibrator inside her.  She did not want to think of
what the man would do to her if she lost it.  It was harder now after her
orgasm.  With Cindy fighting with her chain and the sweetish incense of Cindy's
arousal completely filling Rachel's nose, it was getting harder to concentrate
on the task at hand.

	Rachel pulled back again and again Cindy moaned with pleasure.  Then Cindy
pulled the brunette forward a bit.  It had become a lascivious tug-of-war
between the two women.

	Somehow, Rachel had sensed her need, Cindy thought.  The tugging upon the chain
fell into a rhythm that caused waves of pleasure to rush through Cindy, churning
higher and higher.  She could feel another orgasm looming just ahead,
threatening to drown her in pure ecstasy.

     A searing pain ripped through Cindy's tits as the stranger twisted them
hard. 

	"WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO CUM!" he spat in her face, holding the twisted
nipple rings hard.

  	Cindy wailed into her gag as the pain tore through her, tears gushing down
her cheeks.

	The stranger let go of the rings.

	"I did not give you permission to cum, did I, bitch?"

	Cindy continued to cry into her gag, bending over the kneeling Rachel.

	The intruder grabbed a handful of the blonde's hair and pulled back so he was
looking into her blindfolded eyes.

	"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!"

	The stranger then let go of her hair.

	"Did I give you permission to cum, bitch?" he asked again.

	Cindy shook her head no, her sobs racking her entire body.  Then she felt the
stranger pet her long, blonde curls.

	"There, there, my sweet Cindy.  You see, answering a question doesn't NEED to
be full of pain, does it?"

	Cindy almost missed the question.  She nodded her head quickly in agreement,
not wanting to feel the twist of the rings again.  However, she was still
sobbing from the cruel torment that the stranger had just inflicted upon her and
the pain still throbbed in her nipples.

    	"Now I want you both to know that you cannot do anything without my
permission.  I own you now and for the rest of the weekend and maybe even
longer.  That depends on if you please me or not.  Do you girls understand?"

	Both girls nodded.

	"Good.  Now I am going to change your bindings a bit.  If you struggle against
me, you will be punished.  If you scream when I take out your gag, I will force
it back in and you will be punished.  I do not mind your whines and moans,
however. They please me greatly.  Do you understand?"

	Again, both of the bound girls nodded.

	"Good.  That is the way I like my women," he said, patting Cindy on her head.

	The first thing that the stranger did was to unlock the chain from Rachel's
collar.  However, her relief was brief.  The intruder pulled her from kneeling
in front of the couch to laying face first at the sofa's foot.  The plumber then
pulled Rachel's spreader bar up and lashed it to Rachel's wrist, forcing Rachel
into a hogtie.  The brunette tried to roll over on her side to relieve the
cutting pressure the rings had on her breasts as she lay on them, but she found
it was harder than she thought because of the bar spreading her ankles apart.

	The intruder gave Rachel's ass a playful slap, "Remember, Mrs. Newark, keep you
humming little friend in or there may be trouble with a big capital T."

	Rachel moaned in response as she continued to try to get some sort of comfort
for her breasts from the rings.  No matter how she tried to position herself,
the rings glued to her nipples continued to dig into her.

	The intruder then turned to his blonde captive, "Now, Miss Cotrell, it is time
for us to change you around a bit.  You understand, of course, it will be very
painful for you and Mrs. Newark here if you resist."

	Cindy almost missed the question.  She nodded.

	"Okay then, let's get you ready for a little ride upstairs to that wonderful
bed of yours."

	The blonde felt her left ankle being unbound from the sofa leg.  There was a
slight spasm in her inner thigh as she moved her leg a bit.  Even though it was
free of its bond, her leg felt very weak and she doubted if she were to kick her
captor that it would cause him any hurt at all.

	Cindy's right ankle became free and she moved her legs together, more for
comfort than as an action of denial.  The insides of her thighs were sore from
the hours of being stretched wide upon the couch.  She felt something wrap
around her one ankle and buckled tight.  Her other ankle received the same
treatment.  She imagined that they were leather cuffs like those worn by her
friend Rachel.  She moved her feet a bit and heard the jingle of chain as she
shifted around a bit to find out how far apart she could bring her feet.  The
blonde figured the chain was about a foot in length.

	"Okay, Soon-to-be-Miss Cotrell," the stranger spoke, "Let's get you down beside
your friend here."

	The blonde was too tired to protest as the stranger hooked something around her
collar and gave her a tug.  Blindfolded and bound, it was very hard for Cindy to
maintain her balance as he led her a short way around her bound and struggling
friend.  With a not-to-gentle shove, the intruder pushed Cindy to the floor and
then unto her stomach.

	The cups of the nipple rings bit into Cindy's already sore breast and she cried
out in pain.  The stranger smiled.  He enjoyed the sound of Cindy's whimpers. 
She had a light, airy voice, and her moans through her gag made his cock very
stiff.  It took all of his will power not to fuck her last night as she lay
squirming next to him.  But he had a plan and he needed to stick with it.  He
would have plenty of time to fuck them both.

	The last thing the stranger did was to lock the short chain between Cindy's
ankles to her roped wrists, putting her into an uncomfortable hogtie, just as
her brunette friend was.

	The stranger stood back and watched the two ladies struggle in their
restraints.  They were both delicious to listen to and watch as they moaned and
tried to get some relief to their bondage.  The vibrator in Rachel was also
doing its job as he could see her fighting to keep the buzzing intruder within
her.

	Rachel never really came down from her orgasm. After it crested, it broiled
down to a slow simmer feed by the vibrator she had to keep within her.  The
discomfort to her breasts and fear kept her feelings below in check, but she
didn't know how long she could keep it that way.

	Then she felt him doing something to her right ankle.  The bar holding her legs
apart came loose.  The man also took the bar off of her other ankle.  It was a
brief respite, however, for he looped a length of chain around her wrists and
fastened each end to her ankle cuffs, putting her into a hogtie again.  At least
it was a bit more comfortable for Rachel and she could move a bit more freely.

	There was one last thing to do with Cindy before the games could begin.  The
stranger pulled another vibrator from his bag.  It was similar to the one
humming inside of the brunette, but this one pulsed irregularly.  It would buzz
on high for a while, then shut off, and then buzz again on low for a few
seconds.  He smiled at what he thought it would do to Cindy.

	"Okay, Cindy, I want you to listen carefully," he said, "You do not want to be
a bad girl now, do you?"

	"Uuhhhh-uhhhhhhhh," Cindy moaned, shaking her head.

	"That is good.  I want you to spread your legs as wide as you can so I can see
that lovely little pussy of yours."

	The blonde hesitated for a moment, but remembered the pain that the stranger
promised and had actually inflicted upon her.  She slowly open up her legs as
wide as her bindings would allow her to.

	"Good girl," he grinned, "Now lift your ass up.  Show me how cute it is."

	Cindy began to sob a bit into her gag as she raised herself to him.  Her ass
was a wonderful sight.  Nicely rounded and he could see her puffed lips of her
pussy peeking out underneath.  She jerked a bit to his touch as he lightly
caressed her butt and let a finger or two play a bit with her slit.

	He eased the vibrator into her.  Currently it was buzzing on a low pulse.  It
slid into her easily, though he could tell she was fighting it a bit.  When it
was finally as deep as it could go, he let go of it.

	"Cindy," he said softly, "You do not want to lose your buzzing friend here.  If
you do, you will be punished severely as well as having the vibrator glued
inside of you.  Do you understand, my little captive?" 

	Cindy nodded her head.

	"Good Girl," he said a he patted the blonde on her head.

	The stranger stood up and looked at both women.  Both were struggling, however,
it was more to get comfortable than anything else.  They were getting used to
their bonds and that was a good thing.

	"I am getting hungry, ladies, how about you?"

	Cindy nodded; she hadn't had anything to eat since her salad last night for
dinner.  Rachel shook her head no.  The stranger suspected that she had eaten
just before coming over here.

	"Well, Rachel, since both Cindy and I ARE hungry and it would be impolite to
not invite you, you will be joining us for lunch.  I hope Cindy was thoughtful
enough to stock the refrigerator."

	The Stranger walked around the two captives as best he could, enjoying the
small mewls they were making through their gags.

	"So, my dear ladies, since I am in no shape to carry you into the kitchen, you
are going to have to crawl there yourselves bound just the way you are.  Our
little game with the vibrators still applies and as an added incentive, the
first one into the kitchen will NOT be whipped."

	"And if you think that you will just stay here and not do a thing, I have in my
magical bag of tricks a wonderful cattle prod whose sting will be very painful. 
I will use it if I sense you are not making any progress.  Do you understand?"

	Both girls nodded.

	"Then, my dears, like the games begin!"

To Be Continued


(Note from stories-online.net: This is all I have)

                              WRATH
      
                        BY T. S. FESSELN

Chapter 3

     The stranger's words kept echoing in Cindy's ears.  Word's such as
'cattle-prod' and 'whip'.  Already her nipples were sore from this stranger's
torment and she could more than imagine the amount of pain this man could
inflict.  Cindy did not want to find out any more than she already had.  With
some effort, the bound blonde slowly began to inch her way across the living
room carpet hogtied and whimpering in tears.

	Cindy could feel her friend Rachel beside her, struggling toward the
kitchen as well.  She loved her friend Rachel, but not enough to endure the
stranger's promised whipping if she, Cindy, would arrive in the kitchen last. 
It took all of her concentration to do this.  Cindy was tired and hungry and the
evil vibrator that the stranger had inserted into her hummed at various speeds
and not at set intervals.  The young blonde fought to hold it within her while
she humped forward.

	In her mind, she could picture the Rachel and herself, both nude and
bound, struggling on the living room floor at the feet of this vicious stranger. 
She could see the twisted smile on the strangers' face and his hungry eyes
raping her bound body again and again. . . 

	The vibrator clicked on again, this time at full tilt.  Cindy still had
an orgasm lingering within her, the one the stranger had stopped so cruelly. 
The buzzing dildo prodded at it, forcing Cindy's pleasure to rise again.  She
moaned into her gag and stopped her forward struggles so that she could focus
all of her soul on not cumming.

	The vibrator continued to hum, sending a rush of pleasure churning
through her like a wild river.  Her hips bucked as much as they could within her
bindings and the orgasm she did not want to have started to roil within her. 
Her whimpers became moans as the bliss began to crest and crash through her.

	Then the vibrator stopped.

	Cindy wailed into her gag.  She was so close to her mental escape yet
this evil thing within her seemed to know just when to stop its ministrations.  
The blonde knew her moans of frustration were loud but she was felt like she was
a woman possessed, lacking control of her overtly taxed libido.  The moans of
her friend, Rachel, were much more subdued.

	'Smack'

	The blonde screamed into her gag as she felt the sting of a crop upon
her ass.

	"Now Miss Cotrell, I still haven't given you permission to cum now, have
I?"

	Cindy shook her head.  Drool was running down over her lips and onto the
carpet below her.

	"I know how both of you would love to cum right now so I am giving both
of you permission to cum anytime during this race, if this is okay with you
two?"

	Cindy nodded but Rachel did not catch the question.  She was still
concentrating on not losing the vibrator that was humming between her legs.  

	'Smack'

	Rachel wailed into her gag at the snap of the crop on her behind.

	"When I ask you a question, Mrs. Newark, I expect an answer," the
stranger said evenly, "Do you understand or am I going to have to teach you a
much larger lesson?"

	Rachel shook her head, tears of pain running down her cheeks.

	"You don't understand?" her tormentor asked, smiling.

	The brunette shook her head again.

	"So you are going to need a refresher course in how to respond, Mrs.
Newark?"

	Rachel was shook her head for the third time, her mind wheeling from the
strangers questions and trying to answer him correctly.  She did not want to be
whipped with that cruel thing again.  Her ass was still throbbing from the
sting.  There was so many things that Rachel had to focus on that she broke into
sobs as she fought to keep the humming vibrator within her.

	"You don't need to cry, my beautiful Rachel," the stranger said softly,
"You just have to answer when I ask you question.  If you answer, than I won't
have to use this. . ."

	Rachel felt the tip of the crop run along her side lightly.

	"Do you understand, Mrs. Newark?"

	Rachel nodded.

	"Now, back to the original question, my sweet, sweet, Rachel.  DO you
want to cum?  Be honest."

	Slowly, the bound brunette nodded her head yes.  It tore out her soul to
admit it and it caused another round of tears.

	"Well, Rachel, I give you permission to cum anytime during our little
game.  Of course, you may lose your little friend that is humming your song, my
sweet, but that is a risk you will have to take.  Now.  Your friend Cindy has
been wriggling away during our little chat, so if you don't want feel this
riding crop anytime soon, you better get cracking and beat her to the kitchen."

	Rachel renewed her struggles toward the kitchen, mostly out of fear of
the white-hot bite of the crop.  If there was anything good about the pain was
it diminished her desire to orgasm.  There was still the pleasure boiling within
her but it was now in the background.  She concentrated on humping forward and
keeping the vibrator within her sex.

	The thick pile of Cindy's carpet abraded Rachel's skin as she scooted
forward.  She was sure that this man loved the sight of her, bound and helpless,
writhing around and his feet.  She imagined him staring at her nicely rounded
ass, one of her best features, she thought.  The way she was humping towards the
kitchen, she could just feel his heated stares.  She was sure it was just a
matter of time before this man raped her.  She tried not to dwell on that too
much, however.  She forced herself to focus on the present and to the task at
hand: to avoid getting whipped.

	The dark-haired captive could also hear her companion moaning as well,
but it was not from pain.  Cindy's moans were getting shorter in length and much
more rapid.  Cindy could feel another orgasm looming inside of her like a huge
tidal wave about to crash and engulf her.  The vibrator had leapt into high gear
as the stranger was lecturing Rachel.  She didn't have the fear of being
painfully punished for her orgasmic release now; she just wished it would come.

	The hogtied blonde struggled and writhed on the floor, humping her hips
and chuffing into her gag.  She could feel the bliss building and building as
the vibrator buzzed inside of her. . .

	Then it stopped.

	Cindy floundered in her bonds in frustration and wailed into her gag. 
The blonde was sure that the stranger thought she looked like she was having a
seizure.  Her passions were boiling up and controlling her and there was little
that Cindy could do now but blissfully ride them out.

	A low, animalistic moan came out of Cindy's throat when the vibrator
buzzed to life again.  She humped the best she could on the carpeted floor,
feeling nothing but the pure pleasure rushing through her and building faster
and faster into a frothing whirlpool of ecstasy.

	"You came, Cindy," the stranger said, "And what a show it was, too."

	The man's words ran like ice water through Cindy, making her realize
just how much she had just shown about herself to this monster.

	"No need to cry, Miss Cotrell," he said, kneeling down and brushing his
fingers through her hair, "It was a wonderful thing that you did.  Did you not
enjoy your orgasm?"

	Crying, Cindy nodded yes.  She had never had such a strong orgasm as the
one that just gripped her.  The very power of it weakened her to the point that
she could no longer move.  She had managed to keep the humming dildo within her,
but barely.  The dildo's vibrations were a comfort to her even during this
horrifying humiliation.

    	The stranger continued to stroke her hair, "Now, Cindy, you really do
need to get moving along.  I think that your friend is going to win."

    	The fact was, Rachel had worked her way to the kitchen entrance.  She
had found that rolling onto her back a scooting herself along was much faster. 
It also provided the man a wonderful view of her tanned body.  Unlike Cindy,
Rachel had large breasts the jiggled with every little movement.  Later, the man
thought, he would take the metal cups off of her breasts and have fun with the
dark nipples that lay beneath.  Rachel had a nice, flat stomach; A product of
her weekly gym workouts.  She also had a nice dark patch of curls that she kept
neatly trimmed.  Again he thought about the coming week and the fun he would
have breaking these two.  His client would be a very happy man indeed.

	Rachel finally felt the cool of the kitchen tile and a wave of relief
swept over her.  Still, she wanted to make sure that she was all the way into
the kitchen.  Wriggling and bucking, she finally squirmed her way over the floor
until she felt the wooden leg of the kitchen table graze her shoulder.  She had
made it.  That brief wave of relief began to swirl within her, mixing with the
ministrations of her vibrator, causing a whorl of pleasure to course through
her.

	"You can cum too, my Mrs. Newark," the stranger said as she heard his
footsteps coming toward her, "It is allowed."

	As much as she thirsted for the release an orgasm would bring, she knew
how much it would tear open her soul.

	The brunette felt the strangers' fingertips starting to brush over her
skin with a tenderness that surprised her.  It was a lovers touch, not one of a
rapist.  They caressed over her hips and across the flat of her stomach and
gently tugged and the metal cups that were sealed to her nipples.  It was if his
fingers were lightening rods sending little jolts of pleasure bolting through
her.

	The stranger's touch was a skilled touch as he continued to brush here
and stroke there until the furnaces of pleasure were white hot and ready to
explode within Rachel.  The more she tried not to cum the more her orgasm seemed
to build inside her until everything erupted into a huge white ball of ecstasy.

	"There, there, my dear Rachel," the stranger said, "That wasn't so bad
now, was it?"

	Rachel barely nodded her head as she cried from both the sheer magnitude
of her orgasm and the magnitude of her shame.

	"Now I have to pay attention to the loser of this game," the man smiled,
"but I will be back with you shortly, Mrs. Newark.  I want to spend a lot more
quality time with you."

	Cindy Cotrell had not stopped sobbing since he last left her lying bound
and helpless near the kitchen's entrance.  The orgasm spent what last dregs of
energy she had left so all that was left to do is to lay on the carpet and wait
for the sting of the strangers whip.

	"My dear Cindy," the man said, "Everything has a price and the price of
that wonderful orgasm you had was that you lost to your lovely friend.  Do you
understand what that means Cindy?"

	Cindy nodded her head, crying.

	"You know this is going to hurt me more than it is going to hurt you,"
the stranger quipped, "My money was on you.  If I were a betting man I would
have lost big time."

     The young blonde felt the stranger's arms under her as he picked her up and
carried her the short distance to the kitchen and placed her beside Rachel.  It
was Cindy's fault that her friend was here like this.  Cindy knew deep inside
that she deserved whatever pains this man was going to inflict on her.

	To Cindy's surprise, she felt the cuff around her ankle loosen and the
stranger disconnected the tie between her wrists and ankles before locking the
cuff back onto her ankle.  Then she felt his warm hand gently trace a line along
the back of her leg before giving her a quick slap one her ass.

	"Okay, my Cindy, lift your ass up."

	The girl was unsure what he meant, but she began to arch he butt up in
the air.

	"Good.  Spread your knees apart as far as you can, Cindy."

	Again, the blonde did as she was told.  Most of her tears had dried and
were replaced by the fear of the pain to come.  She knew her swollen sex was
exposed to the man right now as the vibrator weakly buzzed, it's batteries as
spent as she was.

	His hands caressed Cindy's buttocks, enjoying the wonderful firmness of
them.  His thumbs brushed up and down her swollen lips lightly before pressing
the vibrator deeper within her.  He felt her shudder.

	The stranger had selected a soft leather flogger made of deerskin.  It
was soft to the touch and it really would not hurt much.  The pain would be
mainly in the mind of his slave in training.

	'Whack!'

	Cindy wailed into her gag at the first bite of the flogger, it's leather
tendrils splaying across her ass.  She nearly fell over but she steadied herself
for the next strike.

	'Whack!'

	The second one wasn't nearly as bad as the first, but it still stung a
bit.  Cindy lost count after the tenth hit and the pain now became more of a
dull erotic throb.  The vibrator was no longer cutting in and out.  Its buzz was
constant though a mere whisper of its former strength.  A slight shudder of
pleasure ran through her, unbidden and unexpected.

	'Whack!'

	The blonde yelped as the flogger stung her sex, the pain dulling any
carnal delights she was having.

	"There now, Miss Cotrell," the stranger spoke, "It is all over now. 
Time for some lunch."

To Be Continued

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