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Rubberslut, Part 2
Eleven
"You can't go home now," Bambi said, strutting beautiful and menacing.
Master Dave was in the corner, sipping a brandy snifter of all things,
attenuated.
She was in glory of dress, and I was enthralled. But very frightened.
She wore a micro, and stockings showed, and the high heels were high
and pink, like the stockings, and her pussy was moist, dripping. Her
bra was strange, for it was like a shelf laying her beautiful breasts
out sumptuously on a table, the pierced nipples having long silver
danglies that swayed as she strutted.
"Why not," it was meant to be strong, but it came out plaintive. I
wasn't yet sure I wanted to go home anyways, but if someone tells you
no, you do try to find yes.
"You know too much and we want you. Here." She sashayed around and
sipped the brandy from her husband, Master Dave. I stayed where I was,
since I was tied up and couldn't move. "And you promised."
"But I don't know anything," I exclaimed, "Except that I love You."
She smiled and continued her click clack around the room and them came
up to me. "Do you want this?" and she mounded me, straddling me with
her pussy. And her husband sipped brandy. I did, and licked her, for
she tasted so wonderful, and She moaned but left my tongue before she
came and then whipped me. Again. Smiling....
I had no words.
She knelt before me. She explained. "My husband likes you. I could be
jealous, but I'm not. You were a wonderful fuck to me. We had fun,
didn't we?"
Oh yes we did, I thought. My comical mind wanted to say, hey, I know
that lake water was pure, but still, I don't drink that much water for
just an average orgasm.
For it had been a savage, ravaging orgasm, both of us humping like
drowning lemmings, need of lust coming before need of air. Her taloned
nails had raked my back, and my blood had crimsoned the water, as she
screamed, I screamed, as we sank, fucking, like stones, till we touched
the bottom of the lake and screamed again in orgasm. It had been mind
splitting and brief, for we looked at each other in a moment of sanity,
smiled insanely and realized: We have no air!
We had separated, and pushed off the sand as hard as we could and
surfaced, coughing, sputtering. Exhausted, we swam to shore and lay on
our backs, the hot soft sand embracing us, the red sun warming us.
Dave, my friend and confidant, sat in a chair on a white barren stone,
above us, sipping a cognac. I didn't see his smile, and I didn't know
his mind.
It was, too me, the most intense scary come that I had ever had. Thus
far.
She stood up now and mounted my mouth again. "Lick me, dear."
I did, eagerly. My cock stood like a flagpole, taut, but tired, it'd
only been a few hours but I could have another go at it, if given the
options to do so.
I was tied in a dentist chair, and Bambi tilted it back so I'm prone.
The ropes got tighter, and she pushed deeper, her pussy into my mouth
and my mind.
Twelve
Her vulva is leaking her juices and I can taste, some of mine from the
fuck we had hours ago. She is breathing heavily, but in between pants,
she explains, "I like you. Your Master Dave likes you. I don't know if
I like that, but it doesn't matter, since we have the same idea. You
said You are rubberslut. You have described yourself that way over the
internet." She pauses to breathe, I am licking furiously. She begins to
heave, violently. My face, my mouth, my nose is covered like a pussy
blanket, and she orgasms again so hard that she falls out of the chair.
She takes a moment to recover. I see that there is a bit of spit
spilled from her mouth and her lovely eyeliner has run a bit. It looks
kinky to me. She breathes like an animal, looking at the floor.
I see Dave pour some more cognac, sage and wise and patient,
pretending, it seems to me, as though he is not interested, as though
this is all details. He catches his wife's eye, and does a gentle
rolling movement with his hand. It says, get on with it.
She shudders, an after orgasm rumbles through her, and sighs. And then
she studies the floor. Pausing, gathering herself into herself. I feel
she is about to come to point and I am not sure what that will be.
I find myself becoming terrified. The scene is bizarre. This room is
large, and relative normal, but for the marble tiles, the lack of
furnishing, the quiet. Master Dave, the one to whom I've shared so
much, says nothing. I am tied on a dentist chair, and his wife is
heaving from an orgasm I gave to her, an hour after we made love out
there, in the heat.
God, she is hot, I think. She is all I could ever want. But she is
Master Dave's. Not excepting the fact that I'm tied up, that could be an
issue if I were to propose to her to run away with me.
She breathes and stands and not even looking at me, clicks around on
those very high heels. She gathers her breath. "Rubberslut, I am a
statistician, and have seen the numbers. When You are online, numbers
go up. I don't know why."
"I'm not a rubberslut and I want to marry you!" There is conviction in
this, but no power and then things go haywire fast.
Like a whip, Master Dave steps forth, pushes Bambi aside, and is in my
face. "Rubberslut, I forgive you. Now. Once. You can't marry my wife.
She's married. To me."
He glares at me, over me, and waits. I say nothing, but I wilt before
his eye intensity.
He says, "Good girl. Good slut. Now, You can't go home again, because
you know too much."
I mewl, "I don't know anythingggg!"
"Shut it!" Master Dave glowers down at me. "IT doesn't matter! Maybe we
know too much. Maybe...I don't fucking care."
He is heaving with ferocity, trying to calm it. I am afraid he will hit
me.
He does. A fast backhand on my face. It hurts, more ego than pain.
"You are rubberslut. You said you wanted to be, I will make you that
way. I shared my wife with you."
Whoa! Sub currents I detect, but right now, I'm frightened. The words
are beginning to penetrate.
Master Dave walks back to his director chair, slumps into it, tired.
Bambi is up. I don't think she is tag teaming, but just getting back on
track of things. She goes to the bar, grabs a beer, breathes, her
lovely ass looking so good to me, in spite of everything.
She guzzles it and opens another. "Hon, Rubberslut. Whether you like it
or not, you're going to be a star. You are going to the star of a
website called Rubberslut.com. She pauses, as the meanings of this pass
far wide of my brain. She smiles, I melt, and Master Dave is up again,
slaps me again, not hard, but to let me know that he notices what I
notice. "We knew you would come, and we knew we could keep you here, up
country."
Master Dave strolls around my sight line. He rocks the dental chair
straight. He kneels before me. He smiles. My nerves rivet higher and I
struggle with my bonds.
"Calm," he says. "Calm. You told me everything, dear friend. I will
help you. I love you."
I calm, but still fight my cuffs. How did I get into this anyway. One
moment on a beach of warm sand, now this. He sees my question.
"Oh, hon. You were tired. Watered out so to speak. Now you are ours.
And hon, I do so love you."
Master Dave rises and kisses me. It's a soft kiss and a kind kiss and I
blink into his eyes and am troubled, for his eyes are light and bright
and hidden. He notices this, that I see through him, that he, suddenly,
is not the confidant I confided with and this time he hits me hard. My
eye bleeds.
"You explain, girl," he says to Bambi.
Bambi looks at us, gets to basics "We're going to have you online, pay
by the minute, live all the time, as a rubberslut. You will do
everything we tell you. Or pay the price. The basement below, is latex,
cameras, studios, living quarters and everything. You will live there.
You will be on line all the time. Sleeping, eating, fucking," she
laughs, "not likely, but sucking. Your last fuck was with me. Remember
it."
They slide the chair down a hallway, to an elevator, down through a
chasm door.
I shake my head. No way. no way. No way at all. I'm going to get
untied, get undressed, and get out of here. I look to Master David, but
he's busy with a game on the TV. Sipping his brandy, and I get very
mad. "There is no way you're going to keep me, bitch and I want out of
this right now!"
I had the power to say it, but not the power to do it, and She hit me
hard.
Twice.
"We'll need more make up to cover up those black eyes," She said
smiling, coy. "or do You want to be a raccoon?"
I say nothing. My left eye is bleeding. Master Dave is still watching
the game and it seems, he has no part in this.
Bambi flicks her whip and flashes it around, and I know this will hurt.
And it does, when the first stroke slices into my buttock. She raises
her arm to hit me again, but Master David is now there and decrees,
loudly, but calm. "Stop."
She looks at him intensely. I look at him. He smiles. "Don't hurt the
money."
He looks at me and states thusly: You are rubberslut and kept and will
be my money maker. You have nothing but I have everything. You will be
the star of my website Rubberslut.com"
His eyes gleam... "I will make a lot of money off of you."
Bambi desperately wants to whip me again.
And he says, "She's in charge of you. rubberslut. I will use you
later."
I am appalled, terrified and betrayed. My life left behind for
something off kilter, and I am trapped into it. And can I get out of
it?
In the dental chair, they clank me downstairs...
Later....
I look to the window. It's a small one, I think I am in a basement, or
maybe dungeon. The sky is blue. But for a cloud, and even from this
angle, I know it's a dragon cloud, beautiful.
He draws the blind darkly, smiling brightly, and says, "You will never
see the sky again, rubberslut. Ever."
And then it begins...
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