Samantha finds Trouble
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She couldn't help herself, even though it was so dangerous now, this collection of pornography. Sex, it all its guises, all its forms, had always fascinated her, reached into her deeply. She'd been building it for years, harvesting the best from the floods of pornography that flowed across the net in the days before the ultra right took over things in the country. After that, many of her e-mail pen pals disappeared, one by one. Too many had careers or families to protect, and the net had become a dangerous place. The person who traded hot pics or stories with you one day might knock on your door with a badge and warrant the next.
After college Samantha met a nice man, a bit up tight and old fashioned, but he treated her well. He joined the Promisers, bought a nice house in a nice neighborhood to hold his young trophy wife, and with a little persuasion, bought her a computer for her to keep in touch with the girls. And keep in touch Samantha did. Within weeks she was back in contact with the kink underground. Her collection of stories and artwork, safely stored away on disks, came out of hiding. She traded her best for newer stories and even more extreme artwork. Fantasies darker and hotter than she'd imagined possible found their way into her collection, and Samantha began to wish for a husband a little less old fashioned. When the knock came she was finishing a cup of coffee in front of the TV. She opened the front door and found herself face to face with a man and woman, both dressed in dark suits. The man was tall with combed back salt and pepper hair that reminded her of a dozen TV preachers. The woman was also tall, with brown hair pulled back in a severe bun. The both wore dark glasses. She guessed they were the latest in the waves of door to door evangelists that haunted most neighborhoods and began mumbling an apology about an impending appointment. "No, Ma'am," the man interrupted. "I'm Inspector Olson, and this is Inspector Riggs." They both flapped wallets open at her. Samantha caught a flash of badges and photo IDs before they made the wallets vanish like magic into their jackets. "Committee for Public Decency, Ma'am. Division Six. We have some questions we'd like to ask you." "Questions about what?" Samantha asked, trying to sound as innocent as she could. "Ma'am, may we come inside to talk about this? I don't think you want the neighbors to see this, do you?"
Inspector Olson crowded into the doorway. He towered over her, she stepped back out of reflex and he moved forward, gaining ground. "Thank you, Ma'am. I'm sure you know why we're her, so if we can get right to business." He continued his advance, forcing her back into the house while Inspector Riggs closed and locked the door. Samantha backed up a few steps, then held her ground. "I'm sure I don't," she said, hoping her voice wasn't shaking too much. The pornography, Ma'am. The stories? The pictures? We know all about it, Ma'am. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about. Pornography? Why, that's disgusting!" "Yes, Ma'am. I agree. I believe this is yours, Ma'am." He waved a hand and a sheet of paper appeared as if out of nowhere. He unfolded it and held it out to her. It was a line drawing. Two lovely, nude women strangled in hangman's nooses while two men took down a third, u*********s. Samantha felt her face burn. "My husband," she started. "Yes, Ma'am. He's already embarrassed by this. But if you cooperate here, Ma'am, I think we can keep that to a minimum. Now, your computer?" She shook her head. This was happening too fast. Her husband already embarrassed? "What?" "Your computer, Ma'am. We'll need to see it." "Ah, this way." She turned and lead the to her study. Inspector Riggs slid past her, sat down at Samantha's desk, and booted up the computer. Her fingers danced over the keyboard for several minutes before she shook her head once at Olson. "It's clean," she said. "Ma'am, your disks, please." Samantha pointed to a locked drawer in the desk. "I'll need to get my purse." Samantha turned away to retrieve her purse and found Riggs close behind her. She picked up her purse, before she could open it the purse was in Riggs's hands. Riggs held up a key and Samantha nodded. Olson took hold of Samantha's arm and took her back to the study as Riggs opened the drawer, revealing a neat row of floppy disks. Riggs fed several one after the other into the computer and clucked appreciatively. "D'Que, Marquis, Necrobabe, Blackplague. Even Dolcett," Riggs said. "Nothing but the best here. I'm impressed. Of course we'll have to confis**te the computer and all of the disks. I'm sure you understand the necessity, we just can't allow any of this to get into the wrong hands." She turned to her partner, "You want to call for the pickup, or shall I?" Inspector Olson made a cell phone appear with familiar magic. He tapped a number into its face while inspector Riggs stood up and gestured to the wall.
"Ma'am, if you put your hands on the wall, please. I'll need to search you." "Am I under arrest?" Samantha asked as she leaned against the wall. "We have some questions we need answers for, Ma'am," said Inspector Riggs.. "I'm sure you can understand that," Her hands went over Samantha's body with a firm touch, tracing her curves and the lines of her clothes from Samantha's neck to her ankles. Samantha felt her skin tingle under the woman's hands, and hoped the Inspector had not noticed how her nipples had hardened under her soft blouse. "Okay, Ma'am. Now if you'll just undress please." "What?" "You heard me, Ma'am. Take your clothes off. It's standard procedure Ma'am, nothing to be afraid of." Samantha's heart hammered in her chest while something warm and soft melted in her belly. She felt as if she were watching the scene from outside herself, like looking down the wrong end of a telescope into a scene from one of her stories. With shaking fingers she unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her shoulders. Riggs snatched it away from her and passed it to Olson who began inspecting the seams and buttons. "I'm not hiding anything in my clothes. I showed you my disks, what else do you want?" "Like I said, Ma'am, it's standard procedure. Now the slacks, Ma'am." Samantha undid her slacks and slid them down her legs. Riggs gestured to her to pick them up off the floor and hand them to Olson, who immediately turned them inside out. "The rest, Ma'am." Samantha undid her bra and shrugged it off. She hesitated, tugged the waistband of her panties up, and felt her pussy twitch in response to the pressure of the fabric pressing against her clit. Riggs held out her hand, Samantha slid the panties off and handed them over. Riggs held them to the light without noticing the fresh damp spot in the crotch. "Now, against the wall again, Ma'am." "What?" Samantha sputtered. "I'm nude! How can I be hiding anything?" "Ma'am, we'd rather not have to use force here," said Riggs, sounding like she would like nothing better. "Against the wall, please." Samantha flushed, shocked at her own reaction to the idea. She turned and placed her palms against the paneling. Her face burned with embarrassment as the Inspector ran her hands over her bare skin. Riggs paused to cup and lift Samantha's breasts, making her nipples harden almost painfully. She spread Samantha's bottom, then tapped her ankles. "Open your legs, Ma'am." Samantha rose up on her toes and danced from foot to foot. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling sweat prickle on her upper lip. There was another tap at her ankle, she lifted one foot, took a deep breath, and shut her eyes as she reached to the side with her leg and put the foot down again. Riggs's hand was gentle as it ran up the back of the leg, between her thighs, and probed her shameful secret. Her lips already open, swollen, wet and waiting for the finger that slipped easily between them. Samantha gasped and fought to hold still as Riggs withdrew the finger, then slid two fingers together into her. Riggs's thumb pressed gently but firmly against Samantha's anus while he worked his fingers in and out of Samantha's pussy until he teased a moan from Samantha's lips. "It's what we thought," said Riggs to Olson. "Ma'am, you can put your arms down now." Samantha dropped her arms to her sides, and they were immediately seized and drawn behind her back. She heard a metallic clink and felt handcuffs snap around her wrists. Inspector Riggs turned her to face Inspector Olson, who ran his eyes up and down her body with slow appreciation. Samantha knew she was an attractive woman. She was not yet thirty, softly curvy yet toned from a membership in a local health club that she used to good advantage, the perfect trophy wife for an up and coming executive. At their summer parties she'd felt her husband's friend's eyes on her when she'd worn her bikini by their pool. She knew it irritated he husband, the way the men, and occasionally a wife too would ogle her from a safe distance. Looking at her the way she wished her husband would, the way the inspectors looked at her now. Floating on the moment Samantha rose onto her toes and bent one knee forward over the other, posing for them. Riggs ran a hand over her belly, letting her pinky finger brush the boundary of Samantha's pubic hair, while Olson traced Samantha's areola. His thumb brushed her stiff nipple, and he lifted her breast in his palm to kiss her. She moaned in pleasure while he swirled his tongue around each of her nipples in turn. Riggs's hand pressed down on the top of Samantha's head, and she went down to her knees before Olson while he fumbled with his pants. When his cock popped into view she had a moment's thought that it was nothing particularly special as penises go before seeing it as the biggest, hardest, sweetest cock she could remember. She reached for it with her tongue, licked away the salty clear droplet that grew before her eyes at the tip, and kissed the head reverently before letting her tongue guide it into her mouth. For all the energy Samantha had put into her fantasies, she'd never before experienced real bondage and submission. In that moment, with those dark and powerful people, Samantha came into her own. She knew she loved Olson then, and even as she sucked his cock she knew she also loved the woman whose fingers probed her pussy and anus. Neither spoke directly to her. Olson would indicate to Riggs how he wanted her, and Riggs would steer her by her hair, correcting her with quick slaps to her ass. Samantha loved it. When Olson first entered her, Samantha had her first orgasm. He fucked her on her hands and knees while Riggs fed her nipples into Samantha's mouth. They turned her and she tasted her juices on his cock and came again while Riggs licked her pussy. They bent her over his knee and spanked her until she screamed, then he spread her while Riggs finger fucked her ass, and she came again. She knelt before them while Riggs straddled Olson and rode his cock, licking his balls while Riggs's pussy bounced inches from Samantha's nose. Then, finally, trading places with Riggs, she took Olson's cum while Riggs licked them where cock and cunt came together, and she came and came and came. She came back to earth lying on the floor between them, cradled in their arms. There was a chirp, Olson patted his clothes and made the cell phone appear.
"Damn it!" he said, jumping up and grabbing his clothes. "They're going to be here early." "Shit," said Riggs. She sighed, "Cover for me a minute. Okay?" Olson looked at her, nodded, and dashed out of the study pulling on his shirt as he went, closing the door behind him. Riggs slithered down Samantha's body, finding her pussy with her mouth. She sucked deeply at Samantha, and swallowed. "I just love eating his cum out of a woman. It's so damn nasty!" Riggs stood up and stretched, walked to the couch, and sat down. She crossed her legs and bobbed her foot, toes pointed at Samantha. Samantha watched her go, enthralled. Nude, Riggs had to be the most beautiful woman Samantha had ever seen. She was a strong, athletic woman with a well defined physique, large full breasts, and long muscular legs. She sat with her back straight, her bare breasts standing out from her ribs and glistening with sweat. Riggs watched her in return for a long moment, then snapped her fingers and pointed to a spot by her foot. Samantha struggled up to her knees and went to her. Riggs opened her legs and gathered Samantha between them. She leaned forward and cupped her breast, feeding her nipple to Samantha. Samantha closed her eyes and suckled, feeling the woman's arms encircle her and cradle her. She shifted to the other breast and sucked, feeling some of the tension go out of the other woman. After a long minute, Riggs sighed and lay back. She lifted a leg and hooked her heel behind Samantha's neck, and brought Samantha to her. Samantha had never tasted a woman before, and for a moment was unsure what to do. She kissed Riggs, letting the tip of her tongue slip between the woman's open lips to taste her. Riggs smelled musty and clean, her pussy tasted sweet and sharp. Samantha licked up and down Riggs's soft lips, reaching deeper with each stroke, wanting more with each taste. She found the woman's clit with the tip of her tongue and sucked it like a tiny nipple. Riggs arched and gasped and heaved, her fingers twined in Samantha's hair, pulling Samantha to her. Samantha licked and sucked, wanting the woman's pussy as she's wanted Olson's cock. Licking it, nibbling, sucking, loving it until Riggs arched straining and came. "Your first time licking?" she asked Samantha after catching her breath, watching the kneeling woman with half lidded eyes. "Yes." "Too bad." Samantha shrugged. "I suppose I'll get lots of practice in prison." "That's not what I meant." Riggs sat forward and took Samantha under the chin. "You were very good. It's a shame to waste a tongue like yours." "May I ask you a question?" asked Samantha. "Of course." "You're a lesbian?" "No. I'm bisexual actually. Not that my husband knows." "You're married? You mean Olson doesn't, I mean isn't, I uh" Riggs laughed, a soft rich sound. "No. We work together, that's all. He's married too, wife and two k**s. Nice people." "And do you do this kind of thing often, like you did with me?" "Sometimes," Riggs said, becoming more serious. She stood up and began dressing as she spoke. "Sometimes, when it's a woman, and she's pretty. Olson isn't into boys. We knew you are a submissive, and we knew when I began patting you down that you were getting turned on. After a while you get so you can tell these things, sometimes before the woman herself knows." "And you go around arresting people for things they do in the privacy of their own homes." It wasn't a question. "Indecent prurient behavior. It's important that a society maintain some basic standards of decency. Some sense of right and wrong. Otherwise, how can we call ourselves any different from a****ls?" "And how can you call yourself different from me?" Riggs froze. "Say what?" Samantha looked away, then gathered up her courage and looked back. "You two came in here, stripped me naked, tied me up and ****d me. Then you had lesbian sex with me, and told me you've done this to other women." Riggs sauntered back to the couch and sat down. She took Samantha by the chin and smiled down at her, her eyes frighteningly cold. "Listen, my little bitch. As far as **** goes, I don't remember you ever saying no. In fact, I do remember your little cunt was dripping down your leg before I even touched you. In fact, I do also remember that you came more than that the two of us combined. It seems to me that we gave you the fuck of your damn life, my little bitch, so I never want to hear that word out of those lips again." Samantha looked away, and looked back. "I still don't see a big difference between us." "You want to know the difference, little bitch? You are wearing the handcuffs. I have the key. That is the difference." Riggs relaxed and shrugged, "Besides, where's the harm in enjoying your work?" Riggs stood up and went to the door. She put her hand on the knob, and hesitated. "Look. You're a very beautiful, very sexy submissive woman. There was a time when that would make you very special. You'd have your pick of lovers. If things were different, hell, if things were different I'd be begging you for a date myself. But things are the way they are now. We all have to make choices, and live with the consequences of those choices. You understand that, you married the man you did, and lived in this house and made your collection." Riggs sighed, and looked away for a moment. When she looked back her expression had softened. "All I'm saying is that you're a very special woman. Hold on to that. No matter what happens, hold on to that." Riggs opened the door. She stepped to Samantha's side and gestured. "Would you stand up please, Ma'am?" "My name is Samantha," said Samantha. "Yes, Ma'am. Would you stand up, please?" Samantha got to her feet, awkward with her hands still cuffed behind her. Inspector Riggs took her by her upper arm and lead her through the house, and down the stairs to the basement laundry room. Two new men came in, one black with hair and one brown, carrying a huge galvanized tub between them. They set the tub in the center of the floor and Riggs had Samantha kneel beside it. Black hair attached a length of garden hose to the sink in the corner and began adjusting the water temp. While he worked Inspector Olson came into the room, carrying a briefcase. He set it on the drier, opened it, and took out the cell phone. He tapped a number and began talking softly. Black hair, satisfied with the water temp, folded off the end of the hose and trailed it to the galvanized tub. The tub was huge, eighteen inches deep at least and big enough around for her to kneel in. He threaded the hose through a ring on the inside. Water splashed into the tub, warm droplets sprayed Samantha. Watching, Samantha wondered what was coming next. She'd expected them to dress her again, then drive her away to jail. As she'd just pointed out to Riggs, she was being arrested for indecent behavior. She knew how bad it might look for them to deliver her to jail freshly fucked. So might they want to bathe her first? Her pussy twitched again at the thought of being bathed in a galvanized tub by two strange men. Of course that seemed like a lot of trouble when they could simply pop her into the shower in the bathroom. Black hair opened a gym bag and took out several leather belts. He came to her side and pat her bottom. "Lift up a little," he said with hips lips inches from her ear, taking care not to disturb Inspector Olson's phone conversation. She knelt up, noticing his hand was on her bottom a bit long for him to be positioning her. He looped one of the belts twice around her ankles and buckled it. He stole a glance at Olson, then ran a hand up the back of her legs and over her bottom. "Very nice," he whispered and squeezed her ass cheek. He took the second belt, looped it around her thighs just above her knees and buckled it. He checked Olson again, the Inspector was still back to them, still murmuring over the cell phone. Black hair put his arm around her shoulders and ran his hand over her belly and breasts. Samantha felt a powerful rush of lust, she was frightened as hell, the bath scenario looking more unlikely by the second, and yet the man was obviously attracted to her. Inspector Riggs cleared her throat, Samantha and the man both looked and Riggs shook her head once. Black hair looked over his shoulder at Olson again, shrugged, and tipped up Samantha's chin and kissed her. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, she accepted it and kissed him back. Riggs coughed. They broke the kiss, Riggs shook her head again, glared at black hair, and lifted her chin at Inspector Olson. Black hair gave Samantha's breast a last squeeze, and stood up. The tub was nearly filled. Brown hair came down the stairs carrying a bundle of short two by four sections and a length of pipe in a canvass sling. He unwrapped the bundle on the floor next to the tub, hesitated a moment to admire Samantha, and Inspector Riggs groaned and rolled her eyes. Brown hair threw her a look and went to work on the parts on the floor. In a few minutes he had assembled something like a mini saw horse. It stood no more than three inches taller than the edge of the galvanized tub, on wooden legs with a heavy steel pipe as the cross member. He slid it up against the edge of the tub as Black hair coiled up the hose. Together the two men went up the stairs. Samantha waited quietly for what ever would come next. She shivered once in growing fear, and saw Inspector Riggs's angry expression soften. The woman stepped quietly to her side and smoothed Samantha's hair back. She patted Samantha's cheek. "Very special," she mouthed silently to Samantha. Inspector Olson snapped the phone closed and tossed it into the brief case.
"Are we ready?" he asked. "Almost," said Inspector Riggs. Olson opened his mouth with a question, at that moment footsteps sounded on the steps. Brown hair and Black hair came down carrying something like an ambulance stretcher between them. It was heavy and made of wood, with handles on one end and steel hooks on the other. A half a dozen web belts were evenly spaced down its length, and the end with the hooks had been cut away in two shallow half moons. Samantha thought for a moment that it looked like the top of a corset made to expose the breasts, and felt a cold knot form in the pit of her stomach. The two men propped the stretcher on the low sawhorse, the hooks on the end mated with the steel pipe perfectly. They quickly unbuckled the web straps. Samantha looked at Riggs, the woman looked back at her, her face hard and serious. She looked back to the two men, they'd finished unbuckling and dr****g the straps. The men turned to her and Riggs stepped to the side of the stretcher. She looked at Inspector Olson, he took a book from the brief case, opened the soft black leather cover and leafed through the gilt edged tissue paper pages. And Samantha knew. As the first scream exploded from her lips Black hair and Brown hair lifted her off the floor and laid her on her belly on the stretcher. She screamed and begged and tried in vain to struggle while the two men held her easily. Inspector Riggs buckled the straps over her and pulled them tight. The men stepped away, Riggs laid a hand on Samantha's shoulder. "Quiet," she said. "It's your last chance." Samantha continued struggling in her bondage, but quieted herself to soft sobs. She lifted her face and saw Inspector Olson step to the far edge of the tub. He opened the book to a passage, and cleared his throat. "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want." he read. Samantha sobbed through the reading. She knew the passage, knew the tradition, and knew the chance they were offering. And knew it was no chance. Inches below her face the surface of the water was rippled by her tears as a mill pond is rippled by a spring shower. She lost track of the reading, and was seized by panic when Inspector Olson closed the Bible. "Lord," he said. "We introduce you to your lost c***d, Samantha. Your c***d of sweetness and innocence, who's footsteps became lost, drawn from the path of righteousness by the temptations of her flesh. We, who are but flesh ourselves and fallible ourselves, can not condemn this lost c***d, oh Lord. But it is our duty to recognize that this c***d, in her beauty and sensuality, can no more restrain herself from indulging in the pleasures of her flesh than the sun can restrain itself from rising. And so, oh Lord, we return your c***d Samantha to the protection of your bosom." The end of the stretcher was lifted parallel to the floor. Samantha screamed out loud. "c***d," said Inspector Olson, "do you have anything to say for yourself?" "Please don't kill me!" Samantha cried. "Please don't. I'll do anything. I'll confess. I'll go to jail. I'll tell you anything you want to know. I'll do anything you want, just please don't kill me. Please, no" Her pleas gave way to sobs and she struggled in a futile attempt to free her arms. "Samantha," said Inspector Olson. "I baptize thee in the name of the Father." The Black hair and Brown hair raised their end of the stretcher and the water rushed at Samantha's face. She had time for a single terrified "No!" before her head went beneath the surface. Her lungs empty from the scream immediately spasmed, trying to take in water. She struggled in near blind panic, and water went up her nose. Some made its way into her throat and she felt herself trying to choke. She fought her panic and her own reflexes, knowing that a single cough would drown her. After a single minute which passed like an eternity, the stretcher was lowered. Samantha gagged and choked and gulped air, sobbing and trying to beg for her life. "Samantha," said Inspector Olson. "I baptize thee in the name of the Son." The stretcher was raised again. This time she was ready for it, or nearly so. She screamed, then gulped a lung full of air as her face hit the water. She controlled her panic for nearly a minute, forcing herself to hold her head nearly still while she tensed and squirmed her body against the straps. She wondered how she must look to her executioners, strapped so helpless yet writhing sinuously in her bondage. She worked her hips, lifting her ass to display herself, knowing that three hard cocks and one wet pussy were enjoying the sight of her. Samantha realized that the Inspector was right. The pleasures her body could give were irresistible. Irresistible to her, and to her executioners. She understood that her execution had at least as much to do with her punishment as it did with their pleasure at executing her. Dizzy and half crazed by panic and the lack of oxygen, Samantha giggled at the idea. Water rushed into her nose, and she began to drown. The stretcher lowered, and she gulped air and choked. "Samantha," said Inspector Olson. "I baptize thee in the name of the Holy Spirit." Still violently choking she gulped air and her head went under the water. Samantha knew that her remaining life was now measured in how long she could hold back her need to choke on the water invading her nose and throat. Her hands clutched and twisted under the straps, and she reached fingers between her cheeks. She knew she could not free her body, instead she fought for a different freedom. She couldn't reach far enough to get a finger into her pussy, but her reach could still serve her purpose. Thrashing violently in near total panic, Samantha thrust her hips up and pushed her finger into her anus. Her finger went in past the knuckle, and her ass and pussy together twitched in near orgasm. She focused on the delicious sensation of the deadly embrace of her bondage, her terror at her fate, and the lust of her executioners for her, and began furiously finger fucking her ass hole. She pictured Olson and Riggs, fucking their spouses while, in their imaginations, they drowned Samantha again and again, carrying the scene of her death with them forever. The orgasm was already there, waiting for her to reach for it. She came almost immediately, the orgasm exploding in her belly and rushing out of her in a terrible bubbling scream. Water rushed into her nose and mouth and she choked and thrashed, drowning and cuming in one last explosive moment of sensuality, before she went limp and quiet.
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