by Mallory West
Bruised and worn out, Pam opened her thighs even wider and let him enter her. He was gentle and loving, truly making love to her. She sighed and held him close. She knew in her heart she loved him more than anything.
It was not so much ‘sex’ they were having, as it was a special bonding between them…reaching a much deeper level of intimacy. They didn’t even care to have orgasms by the time he pulled out. He held her again lovingly in his arms and they drifted off into much–needed sleep.
* * *
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
In the morning, James contacted the Coast Guard to let them know he’d found the missing person safe and sound, and what had happened to the pirates. They would find the empty craft at some point.
He radioed Barbie back and told her an estimated time when they should arrive at the house. With the calls out of the way, they could relax a little.
Pam was improving hourly it seemed. However, her mind could not stop whirling with the recollection of the rape, details, and how she had responded…her body had taken on that ordeal with a mind of its own. She loved the hands upon her, their animal thrusting and that broken English she hardly understood.
All she felt was their carnal sexual union; that much she understood clearly. She was more than a little ashamed that her body craved the wild, the unknown, the control, and pain. She did not want to figure out why; it was probably too complicated and she never believed in therapy.
It is what it is….
James had already explained it to her in helpful terms; she was a submissive soul. Live with it…embrace it. Not everyone gets a chance to be free enough to let themselves go to the outer limits of desire. People read about it, some dabble in it, but there are those who live it and thrive. Some were lucky enough to have found a partner they could trust, and enjoy the pain and pleasure together.
She took his words to heart…she sighed heavily. Soon she would be home.
* * *
The reunion with Barbie was intense. They both cried and did not want to let go of their tight grip on each other. Life was too fragile; they had almost lost each other for good!
They spent the rest of the day by the pool, soaking up the sun. Marta brought them stiff drinks and appetizers, to help them relax and enjoy. James gave them all the time they needed to talk things over and reconnect after the ordeal. Barbie was a sounding board for Pam, letting her vent, talk, cry, scream, and rage.
After a week’s stay with James and Pam, Barbie was ready to fly home. Pam wanted to stay a little longer, but Barbie needed to get back to work, for her sanity’s sake.
She was tired of listening to Pam repeat herself about the tortures she went through; as much as she loved Pam, she needed to get back to reality and away from this depressive atmosphere.
* * *
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
James treaded carefully around Pam for the first week. After Barbie left, they were alone again. He wanted her in the worst way. This was a fragile woman whom he could care for and love, but he needed to take his time. He did catch her looking at him a few times with longing in her eyes.
Cashmere came by to visit one evening and the talk naturally turned to sex. Pam was upstairs taking a long, hot bath. She asked James what he intended to do with Miss Pam. Let her stay here? What about them? James explained to Cashmere that he would always love her in his own way; but Pam was but a delicate flower, needing to be nurtured in the ways of decadence. He wanted to be the one to show her the lifestyle could be fulfilling beyond her wildest dreams. If she wanted to stay with him it was up to her; he would not press it.
He poured Cashmere another dirty martini and himself another scotch and settled on the leather sofa in the warm, inviting living room. They heard Pam descending the staircase.
She walked to the room and stopped in the archway, clad only in a short, pink silk kimono. “What’s up with you two?” she asked, standing still. They appeared a bit guilty looking.
“Pammy!” said James, getting up and coming to her. “We were just talking about you. How are you feeling?” He grinned as he looked into her face, checking her eyes for clarity. He found warmth and trust. He hugged her close. “Come.” He took her hand and led her to the sofa. “Come and sit with us and have a drink.”
Cashmere scooted over a bit and patted Pam’s bare thigh as she passed in front of her. Pam sat down between them.
“We were just talking about you, sweetie. Thinking it might be nice to have a little fun before you go back home,” Cashmere said as she looked into the young woman’s eyes. “You will be going home soon, correct?”
“I…I don’t know. I suppose I have to. I was thinking in a few days—”
“You can stay as long as you want to, Pam, you know that. I love having you here,” James said, glancing over Pam’s head at Cashmere, who returned his look with unreadable, slitted eyes.
Cashmere wanted James back to herself. Even though they probably would never marry, he was her companion for life. This woman would have to leave! Turning on a fake, charming smile, Cashmere put her arm about Pam’s thin shoulders. “Come, let’s play a little.”
* * *
CHAPTER THIRTY
Pam’s pussy was aching with desire. She let them lead her downstairs to a dungeon that James had never made known; he had not had the time to show his two guests his real playroom, where most of his private parties played out.
“Wow, I didn’t know you had this room, James…it’s a little scary…but thrilling at the same time.” She looked around at the dark brick walls, one wall lined with various sizes of straps, and a table with what looked like unusual medical tools.
There were a couple of leather restraints attached to the wall by chains. Ankle cuffs, attached by chains that were drilled into the stone floor, completed the sets. From a wood beam in the ceiling, dangled another set of leather cuff restraints, and some pulleys.
There was what appeared to be a stretching rack of some sort in the middle of the room, similar to what she had seen in horror movies where people were pulled apart! A strange looking chair, with three long bars welded to it, and what appeared to be an oddly arched rack. A few tall cabinets contained several types of sexual toys and devices. Very sophisticated equipment scattered was about the large room.
Hmmmmmm, Pam thought deliciously, this could be wild.
“Take off that robe and we’re going to give you some real pleasure, baby,” James spoke loudly in a commanding tone. She did as she was told and stood naked before them, shivering slightly from anticipation.
Cashmere came forward with a few long, soft ropes, and handed them to James. He turned Pam around and began to fashion a convenient harness, binding her arms behind her, across her tits, her back, knotting it up real good. Her thighs and hips were roped, and in minutes, she was hogtied!
Another rope attachment from the ceiling beam added, and in a few minutes she was hoisted into the air in a horizontal position, hands behind her back, ankles pulled up and back with thighs spread. She was not uncomfortable, just nervous as she swayed slightly, thinking she looked like a silly skydiver.
James slapped her on the ass making her glide forward before he stepped to the front where he could fondle her tits. Cashmere was behind her, spreading her pussy lips, touching and probing, then slapped her ass cheeks hard, making her scream out in surprise. That hurt! The slaps continued until her ass was red and Cashmere was satisfied.
Unexpectedly, Pam felt deep massaging from a ball vibrator pressed against her cunt. “Ohhhh,” she moaned in bliss as her pussy was being firmly massaged. Back and forth the ball rolled. James pulled and pinched at her roped nipples, letting Cashmere have the enjoyment of controlling Pam’s impending orgasm.
The gentle swaying of her suspended body and intense waves of pleasure emanating from her pussy were just too much. She shuddered and cried out, “Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhh—” she wailed as her hips jerked as much as they could within their bindings.
After she
calmed down, James kissed her lips. “Like that?” he whispered. She nodded yes.
“Okay,” he said to Cashmere. “Let’s turn her over.”
They lowered her down and quickly switched the ropes around so she was only attached by her ankles and thighs; the rest of her body still bound. James lifted her up and held her while Cashmere hit the lift button. The ascending ropes slowly pulled in opposite directions, and her thighs were parted as wide as a dancer’s splits!
Cashmere added tit clamps with weights, dragging her breasts down toward her chin. A ball gag was strapped around her head. Pam loved what they were doing. The cool air wafted across her wide-open pussy. She wanted so badly to be touched, she moaned in anticipation for whatever else they hand in mind.
James stood in front of her, naked; his fully erect cock within her line of vision though she faced his knees. He ran his hands roughly up and down her body, feeling her muscles and the curve of her belly, before sliding up to her gaping pink cunt.
He pulled the lips wider with one hand, gripped her slippery clit with the other, and pinched it, hard! She squealed behind the gag and thrashed a bit.
He firmly patted her pussy; the patting turned to slapping…hard.
“Do you like this?” asked James, focusing on his task at hand.
She nodded yes.
“Do you like this?” he repeated in a deeper tone.
She nodded yes.
He kept slapping her pussy, which had turned red. Pam's muffled whining kept on. “I thought you liked this? Are you a horny little whore?”
“Mmmm, hmmm,” she moaned, nodding her head.
After several minutes of slaps, her swollen red pussy was splashing from her excitement. Pam thought she would explode from the excruciating arousal she was experiencing.
“Hmmmmm, baby, you’re so fucking wet.…” James murmured, fingering her clit firmly, rotating, and pinching. “I’m going to make you cum so hard you just might faint!”
“She looks so hot,” said Cashmere as she stood back taking in the scene of Pam upside down, legs straight out, as James diddled and finger fucked her. She handed him the ball massager.
“Mmmmmmm!” No way could she scream behind the stifling gag. Her body tried to thrash in the throes of unbelievable pleasure. She felt the juice spurt out of her pussy splashing the relentless vibrator. James chuckled and rotated the massager a bit harder, and watched the liquid gush and drip down her belly and tits.
Pam stiffened. She was cumming again, harder than before. How could her body continue like this? The vibrator was relentless and she felt her pussy explode again. Juice erupted from her in spurts, akin to a small geyser. She was half crying, her muffled screams heard behind the gag as tears ran into her hair; she was nearly out of her mind!
James stood back and observed. He looked over at Cashmere who was nodding in approval and gave him a wink. This little gal was someone they could play with for years to come. She was one of a kind for sure.
Pam, exhausted, was moaning repeatedly. She was limp in her bondage, hanging there like a bag of wet cement.
“Hey,” said James as he tapped her face twice sharply, “are you still with us?”
Pam weakly groaned out her answer.
“Let’s do the arch,” stated Cashmere…she wanted to play.
* * *
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Pam was draped over the arched wood-slat table on her back. Her arms dangled over her head with wrists in cuffs; her head hung more than half way upside down, her pussy near the top of the arch for easy access. Legs spread wide and restrained just as her wrists, the clamped weights on her tits made them rest above her chin. The ball gag was removed.
She knew she was in for more insane pleasure and could not imagine how she was ever going to cum again. She felt entirely drained. However, James, as he ran his large warm hands all over her body, knew exactly how to arouse her once again.
“I told you I would take good care of you, didn’t I?” he whispered, while firmly rubbing her belly, sliding closer to her cunt.
“Yes,” she managed to say. Her tongue felt fuzzy. “Water?”
“Not until you cum again,” said Cashmere standing by her head. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
Pam did as she was told. In a moment, she was nearly suffocated by Cashmere’s puffy labia as she pressed forward and down upon the young woman’s face. “Lick me, bitch!” Cashmere commanded. She slapped at Pam’s clamped tits, rocked them back and forth. Pam squinched her eyes tight and licked with her pointy, pink tongue, loving the taste of the older woman’s salty flavor. She sucked on the clit and flicked it.
“Gah! She doesn’t know what she is doing—” She pushed away from Pam’s searching tongue and sharply slapped her cheek.
“Who am I, bitch?” she yelled into her play toy’s face.
“I…I.…” Pam mumbled in confusion, her cheek stinging.
“I’m your Mistress, bitch!” She slapped Pam’s face again. “Who am I?”
“Mistress!” cried Pam.
“Who am I?” She slapped Pam again, rocking her head.
“Mistress,” Pam answered, tears beginning to flow heading towards her hairline.
Slap.
“Do you love this?” Cashmere’s tone was menacing. “Bitch?”
“Yes. . . ” Pam responded in slight hesitation.
Slap.
Pam wondered how long this was going to continue; her red cheek really hurt. She sniffled and tried not to cry. James, meanwhile was busy at her other end. He had her pussy spread open even further, and inserted a large black dildo. He fucked it in and out…slowly.
Cashmere stopped the aggravating slapping and stepped in adding the ball massager directly on Pam’s clit. Fucked and massaged! Oh, this was not going to take long, Pam thought, sinking into a heavenly haze of bliss, tears drying on her forehead.
She closed her eyes and could only lie there. Her back arched with her twat being the center of attention. How she loved this, she vowed right then and there to never go back to a ‘normal’ sex life.
The dildo was sloshing in her pussy from the lubricant of her juices. The massager roamed from side to side, pussy, inner thighs, over and over. Cashmere made sure all of her nerve endings were affected.
Pam’s mouth hung slack, and a bit of saliva found its way to her upper lip. She did not bother to lick it away. Her entire focus was on her cunt; the waves of pleasure coursed through every cell of her being. If she died right now, she would be ecstatic.
James and Cashmere, both working on her pussy, giving her such pleasure, she came, and came, and came.…
* * *
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Pam stared out the window of the descending chartered jet Bob Tremont had provided, watching the buildings and landscape grow larger and larger. She closed her eyes and wondered if things would truly be the same. No, she thought firmly. I am not the same woman who left a few weeks ago.
Her home, job, friends…could she assimilate back into her previous comfortable world? Barbie would be there to pick her up at the terminal, but would their friendship even resume on the same level? Could it? She missed James…his thrilling touch.
The small jet gave a familiar jolt and shudder as the tires kissed the tarmac. She was herded off the plane by the private flight attendant to a small shuttle that took her to the main terminal.
Barbie waved and jumped up and down to let Pam know where she was within the large crowd in the terminal, all anxiously waiting the collection of friends or relatives. They finally found each other and hugged tightly. Barbie started to cry. Pam was dry eyed, and a little stiff.
Pam already had her bags with her, and they headed directly out to the large parking garage, glad not to have to hassle with the commercial luggage carousel.
“I'm glad Bob sent the jet for you. That was really nice of him,” Barbie said.
“I appreciate it so much…he has no idea,” replied Pam. “It was a good fli
ght.”
Barbie chatted on and on about what was happening at work and how everyone was anxious to have her back. What did she want for dinner? They should go out, once she was freshened up, and get something to eat.
Pam was not as talkative as normal, and Barbie felt she had to keep the silence filled. Barbie sympathized that she had been through those horrible ordeals and this would probably take some time, however she did not know the best way to deal with this.
She decided she was talking excessively and maybe it was best to let Pam sort out her thoughts now that she was home. They located her car and loaded Pam's bags in to the trunk.
“Okay. Maybe I should just drop you off at your home and let you chill, how’s that?” Barbie asked as she maneuvered her car out of the underground parking and headed out for the airport exit.
“That’s fine, sweetie, I am awfully tired,” Pam said wanly. “Thank you though….”
* * *
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Pam felt good being reunited with Barbie, but she was glad to be back in her own home. They called Bob Tremont right away and let him hear Pam’s voice so he knew she was home safe. Pam thanked him again for generously getting her home so quickly in the chartered jet. They talked for several minutes before she told him she had to go.
Barbie took Pam’s bags in to her bedroom, set them down, and returned to find her friend. Pam was standing in her living room looking around as though she could not believe she was really here.
“Look, I know you’re tired, I can go. You can call me when you want to. I think you just need to get some much-needed rest. If you want, I can run to Tico Taco down the street, and get you some chicken tacos? A quesadilla? You don’t have to eat it now, heat them up later if you want…but then you don’t need to go get food. You have nothing here but canned goods and frozen food!”