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Micky arrived home on Friday, at the usual time, his meal quickly on the table, she took no food herself, and was dressed in her best green undies, and a button fronted dress in green that made her look terrific, her hair was perfect, and she wore the high heels she had worn last time. She seemed suitably nervous and said that her instructions had arrived by post that morning, she nodded at a letter behind the clock on the mantlepiece, Micky went as if to fetch it, but she stopped him saying “later,” in a commanding voice.
He continued with his meal, Nan saying “he will collect me at 6.”
Micky knew he could not persuade her otherwise so ate on in silence, though he did say he “would wait with bated breath for your return, and I will have things ready, to nurse you back to health, I can only hope it`s not too bad for you.”
She smiled, distantly, then quietly said she “loved him and part of this was to pay off our debts but mostly it`s for me, my desires for pain and just a little because he enjoys watching me hurt, as I think you do, I know it`s hard to explain mate, but its as it is!” she added that “one day it will probably kill me… but I can`t resist it, it`s my fate, my sexual high spot, my joy, … and that we get paid for it well, it`s the icing on the cake for us both., but its not the most important thing…. Do you understand micky, …really understand?”
He thought for a second or two then said” I the anticipation, then I enjoy waiting your return, finding out what you, have let them do to you, which later, the films do well, that wait for your return is perfect agony, but its, the imagining, its out of this world, and it turns me on big time, would I choose it…? probably not, but do I enjoy it, god help me I do, your more to me than I ever realised, and I love you now Nan , more than I can say”
The door knocker rattled, and she kissed him, a little misty eyed, telling him there was a pie in the oven for afters, she opened the front door, asked Terry when she would be home, relayed his answer of “early tomorrow”, then closed the door, Micky sat for a moment knowing his wife had gone to enjoy being hurt, whipped and savaged by a maniac, it was a powerful moment. He rose fetched the pie, and the jug of custard then sat with the envelope staring at it for a long moment or two, then making a decision he opened it and began to read, spoon in hand.
My dear Nan. it said, I have offered you double pay, and I suspect you have watched the film, so being you, I know you will understand what is entailed , `Hermann ‘ from the film will be the player, and he wants to use hot wax, and restrict breathing as in that film but only (on my Insistence, it must be said) only to heighten the senses but not to the extent it was used in that 2nd part of the film. He has been most precise that you do not shave and as to your dress, your best green silk undies, stockings high heels and that front opening green dress of yours is perfect.
He has sent a start time, a very exact time to start, so I will collect you at your door at 6pm sharp.
Your answering your door ready and dressed will be your acceptance of these conditions, you will be returned to Micky on Saturday but in what condition I cannot say except you will be alive.
Philip and I will be on hand to ensure he can`t change anything or go OTT,
It was signed TERRY.
Worried out of his mind now, Micky finished his pie, washed up then re ran went and re-ran that film from the start.
For nan the journey was a whirl that was not registering in her brain, Terry a master of the motor explained as he drove, that this man was a known player, that he used the pseudonym `Herman. ‘and that he was a real out and out sadist, of Nazi proportions. He said he and Philip would be present at all times and would not allow the bastard to stray or go OTT, that he promised. Though he expected the man would try and convince her he was here to kill her just for the buzz.
She smiled just a hint of a smile but a smile none the less, she explained that “she was terrified but in a strange way, she was looking forward to it and to be sure that if he spoilt her undies he was to replace them as they were the best she had ever owned!
He laughed at that and promised” he would not only replace them he would give her the pick of the warehouse and he would have them, and the film delivered to Micky as soon as it was processed.
They entered the yard, a truck was still being loaded still at the bay, Terry asked a man she had never seen before “how long?” He was told, “they had just finished, and were leaving after they had locked up, Andy appeared and was instructed to “do the locking up and that the buyer would arrive in 20minutes or so!” then bidding the men good night they walked to the office.
They took a drink, he whiskey, her sherry, then after she had used the toilet they sat watching the clock. she asked, “if she should change, or was this alright?”, but was told “NO, you are just as he has asked to have you.” At ten to the hour Terry stood, and then apologised as he took up a collar from a box on his desk top, it was reminiscent of a 3” wide dog collar, he showed it to her, pointing out on the inside, the terrible line of studs, short but like needle points, tiny silver pointed studs, a dozen of them. “he said you are to wear this all through the episode, it`s not my idea”
She nodded her acceptance and he gently almost tenderly slid it round her neck, almost as a caress, tighten it, till the points were just touching her skin, uncomfortable round her throat but as yet, not painful. He then attached a set of cuffs, black leather with a spring clip on each to attach both of her wrists, to the collar, or lift, and her ankles. perhaps to the spreader as the girl had been. Time was ticking on and butterflies buzzed about in her belly, as he led her down to the dungeon, her hand in his, like lovers, though the walk was a blur, the lift, the boiler, the black door, unlocked now, the menacing like an old friend, awaiting her arrival.
Just for a second, she wondered if she would ever see the world again, would Terry really keep her alive, `Herman wanted to kill her, she knew that before they started, but had he, like the old Dutchman sold her she wondered? A little defiantly, she stood herself under the lift, thinking, well girl, there`s only one way to find out!
She let Terry clip one of the `D’ rings at the back of that terrible collar, to the lift, he then taking up the slack till the tiny teeth dug viciously into her neck and she was stood painfully unable to move her head, her eyes fixed on the door, Waiting for `Herman’.
Andy with his camera, having locked the gate after their arrival breezed in and immediately began filming, so she knew he was on his way
It was 2 minutes past 7 when the man arrived, carpet bag and ringmasters whip in hand. He strode in accompanied by Philip the big black, who had collected him, direct from the airport and who promptly sat on a chair by the door, taking in the collar and the pain it was causing.
`Herman’ dumping his baggage and walked directly up to Nan, eyed her carefully then to her surprise said in good English; “good evening my dear, you’re a nice looker and no young c***d, I am glad, older women last longer and they know the score as you English so charmingly put it!
I am here to make your life very, very uncomfortable, I may even kill you, I hope so and I hope you enjoy it!”
The tiny teeth in her throat precluded her answering him, and that alone made him smile.
He began by unbuttoning the dress, lifting it from her shoulder like he was unveiling a fine porcelain statue. He actually helped him by raising her wrist`s so he could take the thing from her arms easily.
He walked round her, checking her out, as she stood the collar digging its way into her throat as she tried desperately to breath, deeply and evenly.
He ordered her taken from the lift, and Terry lowered and released her, she stood glad of the respite, he removed her bra, as she stood for him allowing him to look at her, her eyes never leaving him, He slithered her knickers from her, and when she had stepped from them throwing them, and the bra, to Philip.
Who caught them and instinctively fetched them to his nose, inhaling her perfume, like some fine wine. She now wore just the tan stockings and the belt, with the high heels. Plus of course the cuffs and that dammed uncomfortable collar.
His eyes bored into her and he asked her “Knowing how he was here to give her pain and suffering to an incredible level, perhaps even to snuff her out, why was she being so helpful? Had she a death wish?”
She said “she was a happily married woman, her husband was awaiting her return, but she loved a little pain, she was here for her master, Terry, it was his wish and she knew that she couldn’t escape from here if she wanted too, so she felt perhaps it was better to be helpful and to get it over with, it also saved her clothes from damage she could not afford! `Herman’ roared with laughter at that, then took her hand and led her to the examination couch helping her up in a most gentlemanly fashion, and making her comfortable, clipping her ankles well apart to the securing chains at either of the nearest table legs. He then took her left hand and clipped it to her collar, then the second wrist. It now became an important point for her, to keep the arms at the best position to stop the collar`s teeth from piercing her neck with undue movement. Though unbeknown to her, It was to be the most minor pain of her whole night.
She sat up and he ran his fingers lightly through the luscious chestnut hair of her pubes. From his bag the took several thick coloured candles, he lit each with a lighter standing them on the rack conveniently to hand.
In a gentlemanly way he hissed, “Lay back my dear, your ordeal is about to begin” gently she lay back, waiting for the pain she knew would soon be hers, he gently clipped a short slack chain from the top of the couch to her collar, to her surprise he greased a short thick pipe and slid it half way into her sex which he held open for the entry, she shuddered, then he began dripping hot wax onto the pipe ,then her labia, he holding the soft lips open as she began to moan, each drip a tiny burning splash of hot wax, hitting her and recolouring her body in blue splashes of cooling wax. To allow more wax to heat and melt he changed candles, this one black, carefully his left hand held back her hood, the clitorise rigid as the cool air struck it, she knew this nerve centre was next, then suddenly, the boiling black wax landed thick and hot she screamed and tried to sit bolt upright, her collar pins digging fiercely into her neck, she felt the skin pierce as she reached the chains length after the un-guarded move, he grinned ,then said in his smooth voice, “now you know not to sit up so fast!” her sex wax was still warm as she lay back, her neck burning , a rivulet of blood dribbling down her chest and her clitorise still stinging madly. More wax arrived, but she resisted the desperate need to sit up, by willpower alone, just squealing as she drew in her breath.
Candle after candle, time and again wax dropping onto the area, layer after layer built up easing the pain for her but settling amongst her pubic hair in a matt that was both multicoloured, warm and thick.
She lay now the pain had stopped, each layer having protected her from the next, though the first, especially the clitoris splash, had been absolute agony.
He released the chains and to her surprise her wrists from the collar. He helped her down, she could hardly use her legs the shell of wax making movement painfully hard, her legs bowed wide, her pubic hair agony. He took her slowly back to the lift. Attached her wrists, almost tenderly, his touch making her shudder, knowing he was going to really ‘go to town’ now! He had Terry lift her from the ground by two full inches under her feet. The cuffs were agony, cutting into her wrists, her legs akimbo as she had this hard wax block holding her apart, digging its edges into her inner leg tops, her belly, such as it was, and dragging at her pubes, her lovely curls knowing getting them clean again would entail much pain, then having the thought, would she ever survive to clean herself, for that brief second she didn`t care… her wrists and her shoulders felt like fire, as he showed her the bag, a thick but clear plastic bag with a drawstring, He now said to her “this bag will restrict your breathing, it will get quite hot in it, hot and steamy and you may find it will restrict your breathing perhaps till it kills you , if it does my dear, you will go with my respect as you are one of the best subjects I have ever dealt with. Before she could answer the hood was on and the string tightened around her collar adding to her discomfort.
She could see both Philip and Terry sitting unmoving, watching her have her head enclosed, and her mind reeled through the possibility that it may all be a ruse, Terry may have sold her to this man, to kill her like the Dutch girl, was she backing the wrong horse…? Panic set in, then she told herself It was late now, much too late…
There was no time to ponder as that dammed whip had started its game, flick , flick, flick the stinging end of the lash hit home, after a while, and time meant nothing to her, he stopped and pulled the tube from her wax crusted sex, she knew he could now have her as he had with the girl, just as she passed into oblivion, and it would be super painful as the wax pulled on her pubic hair while he had her, he had seen to that! She watched as, to the whip end, he added a tiny glittering metal tag, smiling and showing her the glittering blade. It soon landed again, her breast opening up in a livid cut, as the new cutting edge of the lash hit into her soft breast meat, then it was her back, her belly, a shoulder, her under arm, backside, legs again, belly once more, rapidly now the lash fell blood was dripping from her body at plenty of spots now, her breathing getting more and more rapid, as the delicious pain took over, she began to cum, as he had predicted the hood was steaming up, heating up, her mind was getting light headed, her eyes clouding , the lash still falling as her head drooped a little as she felt him slip his small penis up into her, a sign she that near, she believed she was going, that bastard Terry had conned her, goodbye world, goodbye Micky, she felt his jizz boiling into her the wax dragging at her pubic hair just as she had predicted, it was pulling at her labia painfully, deliciously she began to come, a huge cum, an orgasm to end all orgasms, the world went dark.
`Herman,’ having achieved his climax withdrew, tucked his tool away, blew her limp body a kiss, collected his bag and whip and was off like a rocket, Andy dumping the camera, and as he had been instructed, took the little German up and away, in one of the cars. Philip and Terry ripping the bag from Nan, lowering her to the ground, Philip giving her the kiss of life.
She became aware of the huge black head kissing her, her cut and bloody body ached, they showered her, plastered her cuts, sprayed her with pain relief, removed the cuffs, she kept lapsing into u*********sness but at her request during a lucid moment, she asked to retain the collar for some reason she said she wanted Micky to take that off! The dress was replaced, and she soon awoke to find herself being driven by Philip, rushing her through the traffic, clutching at her bag of underwear and her money in an envelope.
She dozed again, conscious that Philip was not so confident with the powerful car.
The policemen chapped on the door, Micky answered and then let them in, they sat him down, one, the woman, made tea, an accident they said she would not have felt anything, the driver too, they didn’t have a chance, the lorry… was there anyone they could tell, soon Lina appeared, with George, a strong drink, there would be an inquest, they said… he couldn’t cope… he was on his own.
Questioned three days after the event at the police station, he said “No, he had no idea who the man was, or why her collar had been covered in tiny teeth on the inside and had cut into her throat,” Why was her pubic area was coated in wax? Again “he didn’t know why that should be.”
The owner of the car they said, “was an erotic underwear company,” he admitted she did “a little modelling for them, but he had no idea…”
Terry too had to make a statement, “his partner he knew had a sadistic streak, perhaps she was under his spell, having an affair,” and “yes he had leant his precious car, but they would never know…
The funeral was a brief affair, they had few relatives, the brother, Lina and George of course, and Terry too, a rep from the club, someone from Micky`s works… condolences. Flowers.
Three sad weeks past, he forced himself to the club, Terry appeared, he danced all night with Lina, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, as he whisked her round the floor, George and Micky got thoroughly plastered. Micky woke next day, through the hang-over on the table he saw there lay a film can, he knew what it would be!
One evening, later in the week George met him out in the garden quietly hoeing, George said that they were in the money, Lina had been offered job at the factory, as a mature model, Nan`s old job, he reckoned that she had said it paid very well and… there were perks….
Micky arrived home on Friday, at the usual time, his meal quickly on the table, she took no food herself, and was dressed in her best green undies, and a button fronted dress in green that made her look terrific, her hair was perfect, and she wore the high heels she had worn last time. She seemed suitably nervous and said that her instructions had arrived by post that morning, she nodded at a letter behind the clock on the mantlepiece, Micky went as if to fetch it, but she stopped him saying “later,” in a commanding voice.
He continued with his meal, Nan saying “he will collect me at 6.”
Micky knew he could not persuade her otherwise so ate on in silence, though he did say he “would wait with bated breath for your return, and I will have things ready, to nurse you back to health, I can only hope it`s not too bad for you.”
She smiled, distantly, then quietly said she “loved him and part of this was to pay off our debts but mostly it`s for me, my desires for pain and just a little because he enjoys watching me hurt, as I think you do, I know it`s hard to explain mate, but its as it is!” she added that “one day it will probably kill me… but I can`t resist it, it`s my fate, my sexual high spot, my joy, … and that we get paid for it well, it`s the icing on the cake for us both., but its not the most important thing…. Do you understand micky, …really understand?”
He thought for a second or two then said” I the anticipation, then I enjoy waiting your return, finding out what you, have let them do to you, which later, the films do well, that wait for your return is perfect agony, but its, the imagining, its out of this world, and it turns me on big time, would I choose it…? probably not, but do I enjoy it, god help me I do, your more to me than I ever realised, and I love you now Nan , more than I can say”
The door knocker rattled, and she kissed him, a little misty eyed, telling him there was a pie in the oven for afters, she opened the front door, asked Terry when she would be home, relayed his answer of “early tomorrow”, then closed the door, Micky sat for a moment knowing his wife had gone to enjoy being hurt, whipped and savaged by a maniac, it was a powerful moment. He rose fetched the pie, and the jug of custard then sat with the envelope staring at it for a long moment or two, then making a decision he opened it and began to read, spoon in hand.
My dear Nan. it said, I have offered you double pay, and I suspect you have watched the film, so being you, I know you will understand what is entailed , `Hermann ‘ from the film will be the player, and he wants to use hot wax, and restrict breathing as in that film but only (on my Insistence, it must be said) only to heighten the senses but not to the extent it was used in that 2nd part of the film. He has been most precise that you do not shave and as to your dress, your best green silk undies, stockings high heels and that front opening green dress of yours is perfect.
He has sent a start time, a very exact time to start, so I will collect you at your door at 6pm sharp.
Your answering your door ready and dressed will be your acceptance of these conditions, you will be returned to Micky on Saturday but in what condition I cannot say except you will be alive.
Philip and I will be on hand to ensure he can`t change anything or go OTT,
It was signed TERRY.
Worried out of his mind now, Micky finished his pie, washed up then re ran went and re-ran that film from the start.
For nan the journey was a whirl that was not registering in her brain, Terry a master of the motor explained as he drove, that this man was a known player, that he used the pseudonym `Herman. ‘and that he was a real out and out sadist, of Nazi proportions. He said he and Philip would be present at all times and would not allow the bastard to stray or go OTT, that he promised. Though he expected the man would try and convince her he was here to kill her just for the buzz.
She smiled just a hint of a smile but a smile none the less, she explained that “she was terrified but in a strange way, she was looking forward to it and to be sure that if he spoilt her undies he was to replace them as they were the best she had ever owned!
He laughed at that and promised” he would not only replace them he would give her the pick of the warehouse and he would have them, and the film delivered to Micky as soon as it was processed.
They entered the yard, a truck was still being loaded still at the bay, Terry asked a man she had never seen before “how long?” He was told, “they had just finished, and were leaving after they had locked up, Andy appeared and was instructed to “do the locking up and that the buyer would arrive in 20minutes or so!” then bidding the men good night they walked to the office.
They took a drink, he whiskey, her sherry, then after she had used the toilet they sat watching the clock. she asked, “if she should change, or was this alright?”, but was told “NO, you are just as he has asked to have you.” At ten to the hour Terry stood, and then apologised as he took up a collar from a box on his desk top, it was reminiscent of a 3” wide dog collar, he showed it to her, pointing out on the inside, the terrible line of studs, short but like needle points, tiny silver pointed studs, a dozen of them. “he said you are to wear this all through the episode, it`s not my idea”
She nodded her acceptance and he gently almost tenderly slid it round her neck, almost as a caress, tighten it, till the points were just touching her skin, uncomfortable round her throat but as yet, not painful. He then attached a set of cuffs, black leather with a spring clip on each to attach both of her wrists, to the collar, or lift, and her ankles. perhaps to the spreader as the girl had been. Time was ticking on and butterflies buzzed about in her belly, as he led her down to the dungeon, her hand in his, like lovers, though the walk was a blur, the lift, the boiler, the black door, unlocked now, the menacing like an old friend, awaiting her arrival.
Just for a second, she wondered if she would ever see the world again, would Terry really keep her alive, `Herman wanted to kill her, she knew that before they started, but had he, like the old Dutchman sold her she wondered? A little defiantly, she stood herself under the lift, thinking, well girl, there`s only one way to find out!
She let Terry clip one of the `D’ rings at the back of that terrible collar, to the lift, he then taking up the slack till the tiny teeth dug viciously into her neck and she was stood painfully unable to move her head, her eyes fixed on the door, Waiting for `Herman’.
Andy with his camera, having locked the gate after their arrival breezed in and immediately began filming, so she knew he was on his way
It was 2 minutes past 7 when the man arrived, carpet bag and ringmasters whip in hand. He strode in accompanied by Philip the big black, who had collected him, direct from the airport and who promptly sat on a chair by the door, taking in the collar and the pain it was causing.
`Herman’ dumping his baggage and walked directly up to Nan, eyed her carefully then to her surprise said in good English; “good evening my dear, you’re a nice looker and no young c***d, I am glad, older women last longer and they know the score as you English so charmingly put it!
I am here to make your life very, very uncomfortable, I may even kill you, I hope so and I hope you enjoy it!”
The tiny teeth in her throat precluded her answering him, and that alone made him smile.
He began by unbuttoning the dress, lifting it from her shoulder like he was unveiling a fine porcelain statue. He actually helped him by raising her wrist`s so he could take the thing from her arms easily.
He walked round her, checking her out, as she stood the collar digging its way into her throat as she tried desperately to breath, deeply and evenly.
He ordered her taken from the lift, and Terry lowered and released her, she stood glad of the respite, he removed her bra, as she stood for him allowing him to look at her, her eyes never leaving him, He slithered her knickers from her, and when she had stepped from them throwing them, and the bra, to Philip.
Who caught them and instinctively fetched them to his nose, inhaling her perfume, like some fine wine. She now wore just the tan stockings and the belt, with the high heels. Plus of course the cuffs and that dammed uncomfortable collar.
His eyes bored into her and he asked her “Knowing how he was here to give her pain and suffering to an incredible level, perhaps even to snuff her out, why was she being so helpful? Had she a death wish?”
She said “she was a happily married woman, her husband was awaiting her return, but she loved a little pain, she was here for her master, Terry, it was his wish and she knew that she couldn’t escape from here if she wanted too, so she felt perhaps it was better to be helpful and to get it over with, it also saved her clothes from damage she could not afford! `Herman’ roared with laughter at that, then took her hand and led her to the examination couch helping her up in a most gentlemanly fashion, and making her comfortable, clipping her ankles well apart to the securing chains at either of the nearest table legs. He then took her left hand and clipped it to her collar, then the second wrist. It now became an important point for her, to keep the arms at the best position to stop the collar`s teeth from piercing her neck with undue movement. Though unbeknown to her, It was to be the most minor pain of her whole night.
She sat up and he ran his fingers lightly through the luscious chestnut hair of her pubes. From his bag the took several thick coloured candles, he lit each with a lighter standing them on the rack conveniently to hand.
In a gentlemanly way he hissed, “Lay back my dear, your ordeal is about to begin” gently she lay back, waiting for the pain she knew would soon be hers, he gently clipped a short slack chain from the top of the couch to her collar, to her surprise he greased a short thick pipe and slid it half way into her sex which he held open for the entry, she shuddered, then he began dripping hot wax onto the pipe ,then her labia, he holding the soft lips open as she began to moan, each drip a tiny burning splash of hot wax, hitting her and recolouring her body in blue splashes of cooling wax. To allow more wax to heat and melt he changed candles, this one black, carefully his left hand held back her hood, the clitorise rigid as the cool air struck it, she knew this nerve centre was next, then suddenly, the boiling black wax landed thick and hot she screamed and tried to sit bolt upright, her collar pins digging fiercely into her neck, she felt the skin pierce as she reached the chains length after the un-guarded move, he grinned ,then said in his smooth voice, “now you know not to sit up so fast!” her sex wax was still warm as she lay back, her neck burning , a rivulet of blood dribbling down her chest and her clitorise still stinging madly. More wax arrived, but she resisted the desperate need to sit up, by willpower alone, just squealing as she drew in her breath.
Candle after candle, time and again wax dropping onto the area, layer after layer built up easing the pain for her but settling amongst her pubic hair in a matt that was both multicoloured, warm and thick.
She lay now the pain had stopped, each layer having protected her from the next, though the first, especially the clitoris splash, had been absolute agony.
He released the chains and to her surprise her wrists from the collar. He helped her down, she could hardly use her legs the shell of wax making movement painfully hard, her legs bowed wide, her pubic hair agony. He took her slowly back to the lift. Attached her wrists, almost tenderly, his touch making her shudder, knowing he was going to really ‘go to town’ now! He had Terry lift her from the ground by two full inches under her feet. The cuffs were agony, cutting into her wrists, her legs akimbo as she had this hard wax block holding her apart, digging its edges into her inner leg tops, her belly, such as it was, and dragging at her pubes, her lovely curls knowing getting them clean again would entail much pain, then having the thought, would she ever survive to clean herself, for that brief second she didn`t care… her wrists and her shoulders felt like fire, as he showed her the bag, a thick but clear plastic bag with a drawstring, He now said to her “this bag will restrict your breathing, it will get quite hot in it, hot and steamy and you may find it will restrict your breathing perhaps till it kills you , if it does my dear, you will go with my respect as you are one of the best subjects I have ever dealt with. Before she could answer the hood was on and the string tightened around her collar adding to her discomfort.
She could see both Philip and Terry sitting unmoving, watching her have her head enclosed, and her mind reeled through the possibility that it may all be a ruse, Terry may have sold her to this man, to kill her like the Dutch girl, was she backing the wrong horse…? Panic set in, then she told herself It was late now, much too late…
There was no time to ponder as that dammed whip had started its game, flick , flick, flick the stinging end of the lash hit home, after a while, and time meant nothing to her, he stopped and pulled the tube from her wax crusted sex, she knew he could now have her as he had with the girl, just as she passed into oblivion, and it would be super painful as the wax pulled on her pubic hair while he had her, he had seen to that! She watched as, to the whip end, he added a tiny glittering metal tag, smiling and showing her the glittering blade. It soon landed again, her breast opening up in a livid cut, as the new cutting edge of the lash hit into her soft breast meat, then it was her back, her belly, a shoulder, her under arm, backside, legs again, belly once more, rapidly now the lash fell blood was dripping from her body at plenty of spots now, her breathing getting more and more rapid, as the delicious pain took over, she began to cum, as he had predicted the hood was steaming up, heating up, her mind was getting light headed, her eyes clouding , the lash still falling as her head drooped a little as she felt him slip his small penis up into her, a sign she that near, she believed she was going, that bastard Terry had conned her, goodbye world, goodbye Micky, she felt his jizz boiling into her the wax dragging at her pubic hair just as she had predicted, it was pulling at her labia painfully, deliciously she began to come, a huge cum, an orgasm to end all orgasms, the world went dark.
`Herman,’ having achieved his climax withdrew, tucked his tool away, blew her limp body a kiss, collected his bag and whip and was off like a rocket, Andy dumping the camera, and as he had been instructed, took the little German up and away, in one of the cars. Philip and Terry ripping the bag from Nan, lowering her to the ground, Philip giving her the kiss of life.
She became aware of the huge black head kissing her, her cut and bloody body ached, they showered her, plastered her cuts, sprayed her with pain relief, removed the cuffs, she kept lapsing into u*********sness but at her request during a lucid moment, she asked to retain the collar for some reason she said she wanted Micky to take that off! The dress was replaced, and she soon awoke to find herself being driven by Philip, rushing her through the traffic, clutching at her bag of underwear and her money in an envelope.
She dozed again, conscious that Philip was not so confident with the powerful car.
The policemen chapped on the door, Micky answered and then let them in, they sat him down, one, the woman, made tea, an accident they said she would not have felt anything, the driver too, they didn’t have a chance, the lorry… was there anyone they could tell, soon Lina appeared, with George, a strong drink, there would be an inquest, they said… he couldn’t cope… he was on his own.
Questioned three days after the event at the police station, he said “No, he had no idea who the man was, or why her collar had been covered in tiny teeth on the inside and had cut into her throat,” Why was her pubic area was coated in wax? Again “he didn’t know why that should be.”
The owner of the car they said, “was an erotic underwear company,” he admitted she did “a little modelling for them, but he had no idea…”
Terry too had to make a statement, “his partner he knew had a sadistic streak, perhaps she was under his spell, having an affair,” and “yes he had leant his precious car, but they would never know…
The funeral was a brief affair, they had few relatives, the brother, Lina and George of course, and Terry too, a rep from the club, someone from Micky`s works… condolences. Flowers.
Three sad weeks past, he forced himself to the club, Terry appeared, he danced all night with Lina, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, as he whisked her round the floor, George and Micky got thoroughly plastered. Micky woke next day, through the hang-over on the table he saw there lay a film can, he knew what it would be!
One evening, later in the week George met him out in the garden quietly hoeing, George said that they were in the money, Lina had been offered job at the factory, as a mature model, Nan`s old job, he reckoned that she had said it paid very well and… there were perks….
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