Pucker: A Novel of Bondage [MultiFormat]
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eBook by D. V. Ant
eBook Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
eBook Description: Pucker is a BDSM crime story set in the hockey world! FBI agent, Gray, on the trail of a vicious kidnapper and slaver of women who just happens to be a top-notch hockey player. Hockey teams are constantly on the move, which gives the villain lots of opportunity to get his victims but leave very little evidence behind. While on the case, Gray comes into contact with a BDSM play group called "Portal," and he discovers that he has a taste for the wild stuff, and is never the same again. To help catch the bad guy, the FBI also puts a female officer, Dorie, on the case. She's the bait to a pretty simple trap. But first she has to let herself be kidnapped, punished and tortured! From the author of the bestselling b&d novel, Breaking Toys.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2007
9 Reader Ratings:
Billings, Montana, USA
Down just fifteen narrow stairs from the opulent ranch house, was a fully-equipped basement-dungeon. It had a film-noire quality, like an old black and white Bogart flick, with the added feature of crimson walls. The color gave the place a kind of bloody feel, a sterile sanguinity that was as frightening as an axe blade and as familiar as mother's red lipstick smeared by a crazed hand on the walls.
The floor was black concrete, lit in careful circles by bare bulbs hanging from simple electrical cords. Their nakedness was obviously a style element rather than a cost-saving measure, because all the other implements around the room were of the highest quality--some gleaming with stainless steel eagerness, some burnished leather as supple as horse tack, but none as wholesome as might be found in a stable.
A scent of antiseptic underlay the smell of fearful sweat in the large room. Sweat coming from the young woman who suffered within it.
The girl's name was Audrey, and at age twenty, she suddenly found herself steeped in a bitterness so profound as to be a drowning-sea. Only recently, Audrey, a beautiful, and life-loving brunette, had been an average college student, who went home on the weekends to a small but loving family, and who often attended sporting events with her roommate Nina. Audrey's favorite sport was hockey. Her father had bought her season tickets this year for her birthday. How sweet times could have been, but Audrey's life was upside down, and there was nothing for her now but pain, degradation, anguish, and seemingly no hope of escape--and all because of one stupid mistake, trusting a person who hid his malignant intent until it was too late.
Now it appeared all was lost. Certainly the course of her life was changed for the worse, and, possibly, one score of years would be all she'd coax out of this existence. Audrey's whimpers couldn't fill the empty coldness of the room, nor could they reach the ears of a sympathetic soul. Rather, Audrey's soft sobs fell on the ears of the cruel man who caused her pitiful cries, ears that reveled in her moans.
Watching the girl from the shadows, the master of this stage-play stood with his arms around Liz, his beautiful companion and eager partner in the rituals of affliction suffered by poor girls like Audrey. The master could smell the excitement coming off Liz's heated skin, and hear her broken breathing as he idly twisted and pinched her nipples while contemplating Audrey's fate. Master's hands were strong, and, from years of hard exercise, he could pinch nearly as hard with his fingers as most people could with a pair of pliers. His wife's bottom rubbed back against his crotch, grinding in involuntary circles brought on by the pain shooting from her nipples to her pussy. Every so often, a tear would land on Master's hands as Liz's tears flowed with the combination of pleasure and pain, and the erotic rush she got while staring at the young slut, sobbing on the torture table. From her own eternities on the table, Liz knew just how uncomfortable Audrey must be.
The steel table was cold, hard, and in all ways unpleasant. It had been designed to Master's orders, and it allowed a girl to be strapped down in positions of intense discomfort, as Audrey was now. Bent over at her waist, Audrey's torso rested on the table, while her legs were wrapped around the cold steel of the table's rear legs, shackled tightly about a foot from the floor. Audrey's pussy rested on a hard steel bar that protruded from the edge of the table, an electrified bar with a random timer set to deliver shocks from large to small, and capable of vibrating mildly, or intensely enough to rattle teeth. After spending all day on the table, Audrey's legs had long since given out from the strain of lifting her pussy off the torture bar. Master had particularly enjoyed watching that little breaking point, when Audrey's full weight settled on the bar, and she could do nothing but endure the random torment, never knowing what would be next, a pleasant buzz, or a muscle-tearing shock to the clitoris.
Toward the head of the table, Audrey's once-virginal breasts stretched down into elongated cones through holes in the table, with clamps cruelly pinching her nipples. Descending from the clamps, secured to her skin with superglue, was a steel chain attached to ten-pound weight disks. The disks also hovered above an electrical pad. That pad, like the clit-bar, delivered random shocks to Audrey's nipples whenever they made contact. Audrey's arms had been strong enough to hold the weights off of the electrical pads for several hours that morning, but those muscles too had given out hours ago, and her arms now hung loosely from chains at the front of the table. Liz had gotten to service Master's cock while he watched the final minutes of Audrey's muscular endurance, both legs and arms, and seeing her lose her second contest with the table sent Master's seed pouring down Liz's eager throat.
Now, as Liz recalled her own time on the table, she knew better than to ruin the tableau by making any sound, and her body writhed against her master in complete silence save for her breathing. She felt his hardness through the cloth of his black silk robe, pulsing in the crevice of her ass, and for just a moment, felt a flash of hatred for the girl on the table, who would surely not appreciate the gift she'd soon receive from Master. But the twinge passed quickly, because Master had already promised Liz that, she too, would take pleasure from Audrey tonight. She knew the time was approaching, as Master's ministration to her nipples had reached a crescendo--Liz felt the slipperiness on her chest that told her Master had cracked her skin with his torture, and her lymph was vainly trying to protect her from further damage. It was too late though. Liz knew her nipples would be a deep purple tomorrow, the skin peeling for days. With a final vicious twist that sent a lightning bolt through Liz's chest, Master released her, and pushed her lightly away, signaling the start of tonight's main event.
Liz walked toward the head of the torture table, to the extension protruding beyond the girl's head. Quietly, she climbed upward, positioning herself so her pussy, already dripping from the pleasure/pain of her nipple abuse, was nearly touching the top of the girl's head. Liz' feet perched on the edges of the table, on either side of the helpless girl. She watched as Master pondered the implements hanging on the wall, and felt a shiver run through her as he took down the quirt, a deceptively innocent looking short whip about two feet long, with two sickle-shaped tails of stiffened leather--one of his favorite instruments. Liz felt her juices flow as she watched Master approach Audrey's bottom, stopping about two feet behind her, and contemplating her shivering body.
The first inkling that anything had changed penetrated Audrey's haze of misery when Master quietly threw the switch shutting off the electrical systems of the table. Liz watched Audrey's body sobbing with relief, which Master allowed her for about ten seconds, just long enough to ensure the girl's full attention would be available, at which point he sent the whistling quirt slashing through the air, leaving a crimson weal across Audrey's thighs. Though exhausted, the girl had strength enough to move at that, and she jerked her head up, which was the signal Liz was waiting for, as she slid her body forward, jamming her pussy up against the girl's mouth. There was no fear of biting, as Master had long ago inserted a ring-gag into Audrey's mouth that would not allow her teeth to close.
Now Master started whipping Audrey steadily, ordering her to lick the pussy before her, and offering to stop the whipping if Audrey could bring Liz off half-a-dozen times. Master had warned Liz not to let that happen too quickly when he promised her tonight's pleasure, but now she felt a stab of fear as she realized Audrey was not only motivated, but talented. Liz' first orgasm was ripped from her in only two minutes, and her eyes flew wide with fear as she looked at Master over the girl's increasingly crimson back. He spoke only one sentence, but it was terrifying, and viciously punctuated. "You could take her place, if you don't slow down," Master reminded her, his quirt lashing brutally across Liz's nipples. The pain ripped through her as though someone had just thrust a skewer through her nipples, and she realized, yet again, how unpredictable her vicious mate could be. She might take pleasure tonight, but she'd have to fight to avoid paying a very high price. Liz was a raging masochist, but Master could still find ways to torture her that scared her to death. Liz bit her lip, and fought against her own torture as Audrey licked at her pussy more fervently, apparently having realized she could shorten her own torment at Liz's expense.
The Master continued the whipping, enjoying the sight of the two women, locked in competitive torment. While Audrey was taking the worst of it by far, Master's carefully chosen looks at his watch and his wife had Liz totally immersed in a witch's brew of fear and lust--just how he liked her.
Eventually though, all good things must come to an end, and as Liz approached her sixth orgasm, the master knew he'd have to keep his word, and stop the whipping. It was a poignant moment for him as he decided where to land the last lashes. With his free hand, he swept his robe back to expose his rampant hardness, and carefully watched Liz's eyes. Master saw the second his beautiful wife started to climax, the terror naked on her face, as she clearly didn't know whether she'd held out long enough to maximize his pleasure. He saw a shiver of relief run down Audrey's back as, perversely, the flooding of a woman's pussy into her mouth signaled both relief, and revenge against Liz, who'd helped him torture her all day long. That was the perfect moment, and with the delicious scent of pain, terror, and lust filling his nose, he stepped forward and rammed himself without warning into Audrey's barely lubricated, and previously inviolate anus. The hard thrust of the master's hips sunk his cock into the girl like a ramrod, and he knew, from the sudden slickness at his root, that the girl's anus had cracked a bit, and her blood would lubricate him as he continued to ram into her. As he watched the girl's body now writhing from an inner pain she could never have imagined, the master knew she'd soon slip into an unconsciousness from which he knew she would never emerge intact. As his parting gift, the master rammed home with all his strength, sending Audrey into unconsciousness on a wave of his seed, blossoming like fire inside of her.