by Rod Harden
Resigned, Brenda nodded. “I—I'm a humm-eye-fing widdle ... whore,” she mumbled.
"Yes, you are, aren't you?” said Lindsay, obviously delighted by Brenda's “confession". She paused and began running her tongue along Brenda's cheeks as well. “But your little scheme isn't going to work is it?” she said between licks.
"N—No."
"You'll never steal him away from me, will you?"
"Bud Wimfee—"
SMACK! Lindsay spanked Brenda on the ass. “What did I just say?"
"I'm forry!"
"Good. Then tell me what you are again."
"I'm a humm-eye—"
"Forget the ‘conniving little’ part! Just tell me you're a whore."
"Yef, Wimfee. I'm a whore."
"A cheap whore!"
"Yef. I'm a heap whore."
Lindsay laughed. “Very nice, Ten. You speak so well of yourself.” She slipped her head from Brenda's unwilling hug and stepped back. She regarded Brenda for a moment, eying her up and down. “I suppose I can see why he succumbed to your ‘charms’ as they say. He's only human, after all. But I want to tell you in no uncertain terms why you're not going to have him."
The fierce look in Lindsay's eyes made Brenda step back. She wished she could convince her that her suspicions were baseless. More then that, she wished this night were over.
"You won't have him,” continued Lindsay, “because I'm here. And I'm his special girl. Got it? Here's a bit of trivia for you. Do you know why I'm Number Twelve, Brenda? Do you?"
Brenda shook her head.
"Because I'm special enough to be his number one and number two girl. Get it? One and two makes ... Twelve! Clever, huh?"
Brenda nodded. “Yef, Wimfee."
Lindsay went on, her voice rising, “On the other hand, you're Number Ten just because you happen to be so—so-" She stopped herself and took a deep breath. More quietly, she said, “Anyway, I happen to know for a fact that he's got you on the ‘available list’ for your next flight."
Brenda gasped and shook her head.
"Didn't see that one coming, did you? But it's true. In and out within a week! You'll set a record, if nothing else, Ten. And just between me and you, I hope the Sheik is on that flight."
Brenda looked away as tears poured down her cheeks. It can't be true, she thought. She's just saying that to torture me.
Lindsay began untying her hands. She waited a few seconds for Brenda to rub her sore wrists and then promptly spun her around and tied them again behind her. She added more rope to Brenda's elbows, binding them tightly together. Then she unbuckled the gag and popped it out.
"Now about that pleasuring...” She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. “Down on your knees, whore, and bring your tongue over here."
Brenda turned to comply, but stopped short. She had a sudden thought. It was just a hunch, but...
"He—He calls me ‘princess', Lindsay."
Lindsay's haughty expression wavered for only a second. A look of worry and doubt took its place, barely registering before being replaced with an assured smile. “I knew that. Of course I knew that! I heard him on that video. Before you climbed on his lap and tried to steal him. He—He calls all the girls ‘princess’ in private. That's right. All of them. It's a gimmick, you stupid cunt. To make you feel special. Right up until he puts you on the ‘available’ list!"
For the first time that evening, Brenda felt a twinge of satisfaction. She had touched a nerve. Lindsay was obviously bothered by Mr. Sanders using the pet term for Brenda, and it was just as obvious that she was lying about him using it with the other girls. Inwardly, Brenda let herself smile.
But Lindsay didn't give her any time to savor her small victory. She pulled the bound girl close and forced her face right up next to her smoothly shaved pussy. Brenda breathed in the heady fragrance of the other woman's arousal. She felt own pussy swell and moisten. Like her secret dreams of being taken and forced, this was another fantasy of hers.
She just wished it could have come true under different circumstances.
Lindsay reached down and parted her pussy lips. “Do a good job, Ten, and I just might reciprocate."
That bit of encouragement was all Brenda needed.
CHAPTER 17: SANDERS MAKES HIS DECISION
Although Brenda had no actual experience at the task, it didn't take her long to figure out how to please her hostess. Alternately licking and curling her tongue within Lindsay's groove, she soon had her panting and gasping.
"Yes, yes, there!” moaned Lindsay, directing her guest's efforts.
Before long, Brenda was aware of a series of spasms as she brought the other blonde to orgasm.
"Don't you dare stop!” commanded Lindsay.
Brenda sighed, caught her breath and continued. She thought her task might be easier if she could use her hands, and fingers, but soon had the other blonde moaning with a second orgasm anyway. The third followed quickly and the fourth quicker still.
After that, Brenda lost count, but eventually Lindsay declared herself done “for now". Brenda sat back on her heels and was still licking the taste of the other woman from her lips, when Lindsay strapped the gag back in her mouth.
"Huhn!” complained Brenda.
"Oh hush,” scolded Lindsay. She pulled Brenda close to her and kissed her gagged lips again. “Where'd you learn how to do that, anyway?” she asked.
"I dunno,” shrugged Brenda.
"Beginner's luck, huh? Well, keep up the good work and I might just promote you to Lindsay's Little Angel."
Brenda smiled behind her gag and wondered if she had done well enough for Lindsay to return the favor. Sure enough, she pulled Brenda up onto the bed with her, leaving her bound and gagged, as she gave her a thorough tongue-lashing. The helpless girl could only squirm and tug at her ropes, squealing into her gag the whole time as Lindsay's mouth seemed to find nerve endings she never knew existed.
She only let Brenda come once, but it was a doozy. Wide-eyed and dazed, Brenda mumbled thanks, even though Lindsay had already wandered away. She wondered what her hostess was up to, so, still tingling with tiny aftershocks, she rolled over just in time to see Lindsay retrieving what appeared to be a pair of dildos from her dresser.
When she returned to the bed, Brenda saw that what she held was in fact a single, double-ended dildo, with a rectangular leather panel and strap positioned an inch or two from one end. Lindsay set the strange double dildo down and removed Brenda's gag.
"What is that?” said Brenda as soon as she could speak.
"You're about to find out,” answered Lindsay as she plugged Brenda's mouth with the short end. The patch of leather covered her mouth, chin and cheeks, and once Lindsay buckled the strap behind her head the faux cock was trapped in place inside her mouth. This left the long end of the dildo protruding from Brenda's mouth.
Lindsay slid off the bed and knelt on the floor. She bent over, thrusting her ass into the air, and commanded, “Get down here and fuck me."
"Huh? Oh!” All at once Brenda understood what she was expected to do. She scooted onto the floor and lowered herself to her knees behind Lindsay. Then she leaned over and guided the fake cock toward Lindsay's waiting pussy.
Unfortunately, Brenda proved less adept with the mouth-dildo than with her tongue. No matter how she worked at it, she couldn't pump her head fast enough or hard enough to satisfy her hostess. Again, she thought how much easier her task would be if she could just use her arms.
After many long minutes of exhausting attempts, Lindsay finally screamed, “Enough! You're a worthless lazy bitch!"
Brenda sighed. From “little angel” to “worthless bitch” in no time flat.
Furious, Lindsay shoved Brenda to the floor, tied her ankles and lashed them to her wrists, forming a tight hogtie. Brenda writhed on the floor, mewling around the dildo gag about how sorry she was, but it didn't prevent Lindsay from grabbing a flogger and flailing away at Brenda's helpless body.
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he rain of stinging blows fell indiscriminately. Each stroke caused Brenda to flinch and roll, which only exposed a new area to Lindsay's assault. Brenda yelped and cried, as she squirmed her way across the floor, vainly trying to elude the whip, while Lindsay and her flogger followed in an easy, slow-motion pursuit. When the beating finally stopped, Brenda was convinced it was only because Lindsay had grown tired.
After taking a few minutes to rest her arm, Lindsay brought out the vibrators next. She had a collection that could stock a sex shop. There was a pair of Eroscillators, several Magic Wands, tiny egg-shaped vibes, and everything in between. And it seemed for a while that she was determined to use them all before the night was over.
She started by releasing Brenda from the hogtie and standing her up. Then she attached her bound wrists to a rope that hung from a pulley in the ceiling and hoisted her arms up behind her until Brenda worried they would be pulled right out of their sockets. Finally, Lindsay strapped one of the basic vibes onto Brenda's thigh so its tip just grazed her pussy. When she switched it on, the pulsations merely tantalized and teased.
As Brenda dangled and whined in frustration, Lindsay sat back to watch, using one of the Magic Wands on herself.
"What's the matter, bitch?” taunted Lindsay. “Got an itch you can't scratch?"
"Hhhmmp!"
After coming with the Magic Wand, Lindsay proceeded to change Brenda's position and set her up to be teased with a different vibe. She kept changing her position over and over, while she pleasured herself at length. As the minutes ticked by, Brenda begged over and over for Lindsay to let her come, to no avail.
Eventually, though, Lindsay declared herself completely satiated, and set about using the vibrators on her captive in a way that Brenda never expected. She began by tying Brenda to the high-legged chair. Her arms were lashed cruelly tight behind her, and her legs were spread wide and bound in place. Because of the high chair legs, her feet remained several inches off the ground.
Lindsay then attached clamps to Brenda's nipples, and selected one of the Eroscillators. As she yanked at the chain that connected the clamps, she positioned the vibe on Brenda's clit and turned it to its highest setting.
Brenda was already so on edge from the incessant teasing that she came almost at once. She rocked in the highchair, straining against her restraints as the spasms shook her body. She started to say a gag-mumbled thanks for letting her come at last, but Lindsay just kept at it, holding the oscillating head of the device against her clit and making her come again. And again. And yet again.
After forcing several more orgasms from her, Lindsay grabbed a different vibrator and began using it on Brenda before she even had a chance to catch her breath from the first bout. Under the repeated, unrelenting assaults, Brenda's clit quickly became hypersensitive. What was normally the height of pleasure started to become painful.
At last, Lindsay pressed the head of the Magic Wand in place. The intensity of its action felt like the pounding of a jackhammer. Brenda's body shuddered uncontrollably. Her insides were churned to a pulp. It was too much. After days of being left wanting by Mr. Sanders and then by Lindsay, and begging again and again to come, Brenda now found herself uttering words she never imagined saying:
"Please don't make me come again!"
But Lindsay was having too much fun and pressed on, long beyond what Brenda thought was her breaking point. Somehow, she had turned orgasm into torture, and Brenda could only writhe in helpless agony as she was forced to come and come and come.
When it was finally over, Lindsay freed her and let her collapse onto the floor. In an apparent fit of compassion, she locked her wrists and ankles in soft leather cuffs. Brenda was only half aware of those last moments, of being laid on the floor and kissed goodnight. Whether she passed out or fell instantly asleep, she was conscious of nothing more until morning.
Gradually, Brenda roused herself from one of the deepest slumbers she had ever experienced. As consciousness returned, she became aware that her pussy still ached and throbbed. Tentatively, she reached down and touched herself. With relief, she realized her clit was still intact. In her delirium the night before, she had feared Lindsay might actually wear it down to nothing.
"Better get moving, Ten,” said Lindsay. She was dressed and ready for the morning's exercise. “We're already late for breakfast, and it's all your fault!"
"Oh! I—I'm sorry, Lindsay.” She couldn't think how it was her fault, but knew better than to quibble. She winced as she stood up, and groaned as she took a step. Her knees still felt rubbery.
"Can you walk?” asked Lindsay.
"I—I think so."
"Hm. Too bad. I knew I stopped too soon.” Lindsay didn't smile as she said this, and Brenda couldn't tell if she was serious or not.
But she had no time to wonder about it; she needed to get moving. After getting Lindsay to unlock the cuffs, Brenda raced down to her own room and threw on her workout clothes. Then she headed off to breakfast.
Mr. Sanders was as cool toward her as he had been since their encounter in the simulator. In fact, Brenda thought he seemed even cooler, as if he was actively ignoring her as she went about her now familiar exercise routine. By the time she was done using the treadmill, she began to worry that Lindsay's taunt from the previous night was true, that Mr. Sanders had really decided to put her on the purchase list for the next day's flight.
Still, she tried to put the notion out of her head. She went over to the water cooler and begged for her drink. When she stood again, she glanced around and noticed that neither Sanders nor Lindsay were around now. It couldn't be a coincidence, she thought. Maybe they were up in his office at that very moment, deciding what Brenda's asking price should be.
Half heartedly, she headed over to one of the Bowflex machines, and was surprised to hear Mr. Sanders’ voice behind her.
"Number Ten."
She turned and smiled. But her expression fell when she saw his glower. “Yes, sir?"
"Come with me."
He turned and headed off without even waiting to see if she was coming. She got off the machine and raced after him. Her heart was pounding harder than when she was on the treadmill. She followed him down the residence hallway to her own room. He unlocked the door and held it open until she joined him.
"Have a seat,” he said.
"Mr. Sanders, I—"
"Shut up and listen."
"Yes, sir,” she agreed sadly.
She hung her head, dejected, as he continued, pacing back and forth as he spoke. “As you know, a few days ago, you tricked me into breaking one of my own rules."
"Yes, sir,” she mumbled. He was right, of course. By stating it that way, he made it true. She no longer even thought about disagreeing.
"I have given the matter a great deal of thought and I've concluded there's only one course of action open to me."
"But sir, I—"
"Shut. Up!"
She stared even harder at the floor, whimpering, trying to hold back the tears. This was it, she realized. He's putting me on the available list. He's getting rid of me. Just like Lindsay said.
"As I was saying, there's only one thing I can do under the circumstances. Namely, I've decided to promote you."
Before he finished, Brenda threw herself at his feet, crying, “Please sir, I don't want to be—” She stopped short as his words finally registered. Her jaw dropped far enough for a ball-gag to fit easily between her lips. “Mr. Sanders?"
"You'll be helping Number Twelve with her business related duties. Nothing too difficult. Even you should be able to handle it. Although at first it will be the blonde leading the blonde."
On her knees at his feet, she simply gazed up at him. “Sir?"
"It was a joke, princess.” His expression finally softened and he smiled warmly down at her.
"Oh, right. I get it. ‘The blonde leading the...’ But sir! Number Twelve told me—"
"I know what she told you."
"You do?"
"But, Mr. Sanders, is that really a good idea? I mean, having me work with her? I—I don't think she likes me very much."
"It'll be fine. I'm always right, Brenda."
"Yes, sir. I know you are. But still—"
"She got it all out of her system last night. I think you two will get along like sisters from now on."
Yeah, thought Brenda. Like Cinderella and the evil step-sisters!
Just then there was a knock at the door.
"Come in,” said Sanders.
Lindsay stepped inside, carrying a man's suit on a hanger. Brenda glanced up at her, caught her eye, and shuddered.
"Very good, Twelve,” said Sanders. “Lay the clothes out on the bed."
Very good?! thought Brenda. Can't he see the loathing in her eyes? It was obvious that Lindsay was not okay with the arrangement.
As soon as she had set the clothing down, Lindsay turned and left again without a word.
"Try it on,” said Sanders, taking a seat.
"Yes, sir."
Brenda stood and looked at the suit on her bed. It resembled the one she had seen Lindsay wear. Dark gray pinstripes. She slipped off her sports bra and reached for the white dress shirt.
"Usually, you would use that wide belt to bind your tits,” said Sanders. “Just try it on for now."
"Yes, sir.” She had noticed there were two belts, but assumed the extra one was a mistake. As instructed, she picked up the wider one and pulled it around her chest, and then adjusted the buckle as tight as she could.
"Like this?” she said.
"Yes. Very good. Flattens the titties quite well. But take it off for now.” He stood and pulled a length of rope from his pocket. “This time, I'll tie them down with this. Raise your arms. There's a good girl."
He circled her chest with the thin cord, passing it around and around, trapping her breasts beneath it, but leaving a gap for her nipples to peer through. After he tied off the rope, he handed her the shirt and told her to continue dressing.
Soon she was fumbling with the tie. Still standing behind her, Sanders let her try it a few times, and then reached around.