by Timothy Reisling Betticut 1986
Jerry had just snicked up the zipper on the tight leather micro skirt
when it rang.
Hey, the apartment was supposed to be his for the weekend. Both his
sister Lylia and her roommate Candi were off to the shore. Who was at
No matter, he’d let it ring. Back to the mirror and the finishing
earrings, one dangling on the right… short and flashy on the left.
There, with Candi’s long blond wig swept back and away, they peeked
out and flirted wonderfully in the light.
Jerry got up and looked into the full length mirror. What a show. A
flirty young beauty peeked back from under lush long lashes. Her
frilly white blouse was buttoned up the back and a lacy camisole
showed clearly through. Of course it hid the crushingly tight corset
that let him pull off this masquerade in his sister’s stuff. Black
lace hose, matching gauntlets and pencil thin four inch heels
completed the picture. He brushed a golden curl away with his scarlet
nails and admitted that a man could fall in love with that girl. Or
was it lust?
“Damn!” he thought, looking out of the bedroom at the living room
door. “Somebody’s sure persistent on a Friday night.” He pranced into
the front room to peer through the peep hole. Each step sent the saucy
jel sacks in his cups aquiver. But not five steps from the door, he
froze! A key turned in the lock and he hadn’t set the chain. In an
instant that door would open.
“Who the hell are you?” the big guy asked, almost as startled as
Jerry. “Oh, you must be Candi. Lylia’s new roommate, huh?”
***LOVING YOUR SISTER’S LOVER
“Who are your?” Gerry whispered, trying not to give himself away to
the tall muscular man who towered in front of him. He looked at the
dark haired guy in his three piece banker’s suit, shiny penny
loafers, blue oxford and rep tie. Except for his size, he was an ad
for brooks Brothers’ richest racks.
“I’m Derk. Derk Kerl? Surely Lylia’s said something about me. I mean
we’ve had problems but she can’t have wiped out the man she lived
with for two years.” He spoke with a boy next door smile but there
was something in his eyes. Something scary. He extended a hand toward
Jerry as be pocketed his keys with the other.
Derk Kerl couldn’t believe this Cupcake – a hot blond bimbo with dumb
Bambi eves the size of saucers. He’d come ever hoping for one more
chance at reconciliation with Lylia only to find this intoxicating
young vision. All done up in innocent white lace and fetish skirt and
spikes. He knew he’d never get Lylia to ‘The Sex Object’ again, so he
was willing to try just a couple of ropes. Maybe after all these
months she’d forgotten his quirks. But all thought of his lust for
Lydia were smothered by the charms of this creature fidgeting here in
front of him.
Jerry’d never heard of his sister’s lover. Of course, knowing how
strict their parents were, it’s no surprise that Lylia kept her
affair a secret. And until this trip to New York, Jerry had never
even seen her apartment. It was terrific of Lylia to let him stay
while he looked for work. Lylia was nine years older than Jerry, so
he only saw her on occasion. But now that he’d graduated from Junior
College it was time to leave the Midwest and make a go of the city
like his big sister. And it was wonderful to be left alone with the
foxy unmentionables of two beauties for an entire weekend.
You see, Jerry really had no desire to dress up. Trouble was, he’d
tried to find a lot of jobs in the past few days, but the only things
he could do seemed to be in traditionally female positions. Still,
while he hadn’t given up, seeing all of the clothes around the
apartment gave him a bazaar idea. Why not see if he could pass. After
all, he’d done a lot of acting in college and he could handle makeup.
Dustin Hoffman did it right?
Let’s make something clear. Jerry liked girls. And he was just
discovering that while he could pass for one exquisitely – he really
didn’t much like the idea. Slight for a guy anyway, Lylia’s corset
tugged him into her size. But without the plastic bags he’d filled
with jelly, there was no way he’d ever have filled out the rest of
“Hey! Are you all right? I said my name’s Derk? You’re Candi, right?”
The words brought Jerry back with a start. “Uh yea. Yes. Hello Derk,
I’m, er… Candi Lipiz. I’m sorry about this whisper,” Jerry added
quickly, taking the giant’s hand. “I’ve got a really bad sore throat
after, er…, after the concert last night. I guess I screamed a
little too much at The Boss.”
“Ah, you’re a rock groupie, eh?” There was that strange smile again.
Was it just a little evil? “Hmmm, in that leather skirt, you must
have turned the whole band on. Going out again?”
“Yes. Uh…, I mean no. I was, er…, I was on the phone just now. My
date can’t make it. Something at the hospital. He’s a… he’s an
orderly at the uh…, sanitarium and a patient needs….”
“Gotta tie down a looney huh? Well, all dressed up and no place to
go. What a pity. I was just dropping off Lylia’s last key. Found it
in my car. you know, I’ve got the same problem. I’ve nothing on
myself tonight. Hey! Comeon. Let’s go out. You’re dressed for a big
night. And I know just the place for a girl in a shiny leather
skirt.” He didn’t really ask. It was as if this guy was used to
taking charge and it made Jerry very nervous.
“No Derk. I couldn’t… I mean..” He searched for a reason why a
lady, already gussied up for a terrific night, might not want to go
out with a hunk like this. He considered the most obvious answer, but
if this guy ever told his sister about any of this… “My friend
could call again later and…”
“Hell with your friend. Any guy who stands up something like you at
the last minute deserves a little shot of jealousy. Comeon, grab a
purse and let’s boogie.” Derk Kerl was trying not to blow this. But
he’d never wanted to see anyone done up right as much as this. He put
on his best take charge smile and walked easily over to the girl.
Normally, Derk Kerl felt easily confident with women, but this one
was so sensual, yet somehow shy – like she didn’t know her own
power…. It got him a little jumpy inside.
Jerry was intensely aware of how he looked. The gleaming white
camisole peeking through his blouse, the shiny skirt hugging and
hobbling his legs and those skinny heels that jutted his buns hard
against the clinging fabric in back, all squealed out for attention.
And of course the honey curls falling down to brush those quivering
buns in back must have been as erotic to Derk Kerl as the twin D
cannons straining to burst through his bust. And he also was getting
curious…, if he could pull off a little flirtation with this guy,
maybe he might be able to get a nylon clad foot into the door at one
of those companies.
“Um… Where would we go, Derk?” What was he saying? Anything. Buy
“Leave that up to me. Is this yours?” He held up the black purse that
matched Candi’s little skirt…, the tiny one with the long thin
strap that Jerry’d crammed with cosmetics to complete his outfit.
“Here, take it, and let me get you a coat. Hey, why not wear the
white fox fur I bought for Lylia. Yea, it’ll look terrific on you.”
***OUT IN THE FOX
Things were happening too fast. He was draping the waist length fox
jacket over Jerry’s shoulder and actually hustling him out the door.
In the corset and heels, it was impossible to slow the strength of
this huge guy. Before he knew it, he was into the hall watching the
door lock shut behind them. “Wait, my keys, my money. I… er, I
haven’t got everything.”
“You’ve got me Candi. And I’ve got your key, and plenty of gold card
for us both. Come on, let’s do the town! There’s a little place that
Lylia never liked, but then again, she never liked leather. I’m sure
this will be a night that will really turn you on.” Derk Kerl hadn’t
had a girl to ‘The Sex Object’ in weeks. It was getting harder to
find women who would get into it for him without asking a lot of
money. Of course money wasn’t really a problem, it just ruined the
mood. There was the other problem too. Unfortunately, Derk Kerl
demanded more of his dates now than at first. ‘The Sex Object’s’ toys
acted like a narcotic… he needed a bigger fix every time.
Candi licked her cherry lips as she clicked to the elevator. Of
course the corset and heels combined to rev her hips into a full
sway, accentuated by that devilish skirt. Here he was, outside the
safety of his apartment, in drag and being escorted who-knew-where by
a handsome giant who was obviously turned full on. It was awful – but
damn – it was the first challenge he’d had since coming to the city,
and he had to pull it off. His sister must never know. And given the
size of this hunk behind him, he’d better not find out what he was
spending his money on.
As the elevator door opened, Derk Kerl took his arm and gently pulled
him inward (was he trembling slightly?), “You know Honey, this might
just be a wonderful weekend…”
***BOUND FOR THE CLUB
Over the years, marketing’s come to the city center. Whole blocks of
streets have developed specialties, with competitors next door to
competitors. Some blocks are aimed at the toni expense account set…
in town for a business whirl, others for day traffic… catering to
luncheons. There are strips of boutiques here, men’s stores there,
and nightclubs somewhere else. Alleys cut between the districts,
frequently serving specialty services that cater to a subset of both
tastes. And many of these businesses are as shady as their settings.
‘The Sex Object’ is an expensive downtown spot with a naughty main
door in one of those darker passageways linking the expense account
set with the gayer nightclubs. Its only light, the club’s pink neon
sign. As Candy clacked along the pavement, he understood how shoes
with heels so high can push a girl’s bottom out and thrust her
breasts forward so as to make things uncomfortable. They also had the
effect of pressing her false nipples deeply into that tightly
stretched blouse, outlining them pertly through the material.
Normally a woman this attractive is used to being mentally stripped
by most men she meets, but this was new and terribly embarrassing for
Candi as she swayed toward the door at Derk Kerl’s side.
Once inside, Candi heaved a relieved sigh, feeling finally safe from
the nightmare of walking a public street in that getup. It was an odd
place. They were greeted in a hallway by an elegantly gowned woman
who took their coats and handed Derk Kerl a card and pen. Since he
apparently wanted to fill it out himself, Candi turned to a nearby
mirror to puff his hair and straighten a crooked seam on one of his
nylons. He’d discovered that those things demanded a lot of
attention. Now he realized why women preferred seamless pantyhose.
But as he dropped his hem, he blushed to notice that Derk Kerl was
watching him closely.
“Hmmmmmm,” the hostess said, reading over Derk Kerl’s work. “She’s
new, eh? Well, maybe a little girl look?”
Derk Kerl nodded with a small smile and turned to Candi. “Now honey,
you follow Mary here and she’ll get you ready for the evening… and
I’ll be waiting out by the bar. Take your time and get really
beautiful.” Mary the hostess took Candi’s elbow and led her through a
door to the left as Derk Kerl walked away.
“Uh, wait a minute. What’s happening here? Where are we going and…
What the hell?” Candi’s eyes opened in total wonder at the scene in
the next room. It was surrounded by cubicles, each with a beige
curtain, some closed others open. In the middle of the sparkling
white room were a number of circular racks, a couple were filled with
all sorts of clothes, dresses, skirts, petticoats in a riot of
colors. One was spilling over with lacy feminine underthings. Another
held what looked like corsets of various materials, sizes and colors.
Yet another was covered with hooks that held hundreds of leather
devices, shiny metal object… and straps and ropes. From time to
time an attractive girl in a nurses’ uniform would emerge from one of
the curtained cubicles to pluck something from rack and disappear
***THE CHANGING ROOM
Much was happening; gentle music, grunts and struggling noises, some
muffled shrieks… Did bodies rustle against those curtains? “Hey!”
Nurses pulling at Candy. Pinning her arms. Cramming something thick
and round and leathery deeply into her glossy red mouth. ‘Snick!’ A
choking gag’s buckled tightly behind.
This shock, her own stringent corseting and heels, together with the
strength and skill of her attendants made her easy bait. In moments
she was into one of the empty cubicles with her hands quickly tied
and pulled high above her by some sort of pulley device.
“My god!” Candi thought. “What’s happening here. These girls are
handling me like a side of beef. Why, they’re unbuttoning my blouse
and unfastening my skirt! I’m being stripped and I can’t do
“You’re new dear,” Mary the hostess was back and smiling at the blond
who was now stripped down to her corset and stockings… even her
heels had been removed and the wrist ropes forced her to stand on her
highest tip toes. “We’ll change that gagging later, it’s just a
temporary thing so you’ll be quiet through the process. Now tell me,
Does Derk know?”
“Nuh, oh… duh el im. Peeeeeees!”
“I thought not. Derk Kerl’s quite macho, you know. So he thinks he’s
out with a cock teasing princess tonight? What a surprise if he
discovers she’s really a queen. Hmmmm. Well, his card only calls for
a light binding… but given what we’ve found here, I think we can
throw away the rules, don’t you?”
“Wul duh yuh ean? Whu ruhles?”
“What do I mean? Well normally we prepare a date to whatever
specifications the order card spells out. We only hire the best
dressers… each of our nurses is a graduate beautician with at least
some credits in clothing design and beauty. We think of bonds as a
tease, like sexy clothing. And you obviously love sexy clothing or
you wouldn’t be out in this get-up to begin with, right?”
“Nuh! Ihs uh missake. I ihin wah ah go oww ike ihs.”
“A mistake? Funny how sissies never want to do what they’re doing. No
matter, you’ve done it and so I think I’ll get our most experienced
costumers in here. Yes Dear, we’ve decided to take you on as a
special challenge tonight, since you’ve got such wonderful stuff to
work with.” Clapping her hands and calling nurses, Mary smiled evily
at the tightly corseted blond hanging enticingly and helplessly.
“Derk Kerl is going to love this… and I have just the fantasy,
especially since there are two other girls in the adjoining cubicles
who have been sent by their dates for very special treatment. Super!
I’ve let Derk know that this will take a little while so he can get
some drinks… and now we’ll get started.”
Ninety minutes passed swiftly for Derk Kerl out at the Bondage Bar.
He liked the dark, expensive room where italian lights sparkled off
of chrome and highly polished golden oak panels. It was very much the
men’s club, except for the decor of the female guests. The dark
haired stud drank and flirted with the semi bound barmaids. One in
particular, Cindy, looked fantastic in her little satin dress with
the big bustle and chains. It was amazing how much these girls could
do in handcuffs and leg hobbles. Their gags were just ornamental
scarves strung tightly through their lips. After all, they had to
talk with the customers… but still it added a nice touch and a bit
of drool that looked wonderfully appealing. He was staring down
Cindy’s considerable cleavage over his fourth Scotch when the music
began to swell, letting everyone know that something special was
Behind the bar was a clear glass tube… more a tunnel with a
diameter of about 6 feet. Curtains from the changing and bonding area
marked one end and it was open on the other. Lights played on it so
that anyone inside could be lit to any effect along its thirty foot
length. It was designed to allow the dates their most dramatic
entrance. And something truly erotic was about to happen, because
that music was unmistakable. “Dah dah d’ dah… Dah dah de dah… ha
deedeedee dah d’dah DAH DAH!” The fanfare to the bedding March. It
was time for a bound bride!
First out came an attendant… absolutely stunning in a skin tight
shimmering slip gown. Cut on a bias, each of her gliding steps caused
the lights to sparkle off the ruby fabric and emphasize her erect
nipples that pushed demurely out from the thin red material. Her
voluptuous breasts heaved vulnerably against the garment. Except for
skinny straps, her shoulders and arms were bare to the top of the
elbow length red gloves that glossed down and over her hands. Of
course those hands were tied with a matching bow behind her where she
held a bouquet just over her pert little buns. She glided atop four
inch skinny heels, and her long black hair hung straight down to her
shoulders. The tight ruby skirt dropped to her ankles and its
restrictions allowed her only the shortest steps. A red leather gag
harness held a ball deeply between her lips and matched the red
leather sandals on her feet.
A moment after, a second brunette appeared… identically dressed,
gagged, bound and made up. In fact the two could be twins. Her dress
was just as shiny and stretchy, sinfully provocative. Her prancing
showed how much she knew that the garment hugged every curve, crevice
and bulge of her body. And there were a lot of them for hugging. Her
lovely globular breasts nearly popped free, driving her to
distraction along with much of the audience.
Next came a short redheaded child, a flower girl in a busy little
girl’s dress, pink with tiers of lace and a floppy hat… she carried
a basket of flowers in her gloved hands. Her hair was wildly curled
and the pink bow in her hair matched the ones at the back of her
waist, and on her wrists that bound the white gloved hands together
in front to the basket of flowers. It wasn’t until he looked closely
that Derk Kerl noted the woman’s chest that heaved upon this child’s
bosom, and he realized that someone had turned a much older girl into
this infantile fantasy. Her head harness was also pink matching the
maryjanes on her white stockinged feet. But this apparatus apparently
pushed something much larger between the glossy pink lips.
Candi was badly frightened as she watched the flower girl disappear
into the curtains. She knew she was next and powerless to resist.
Mary did her job well. She’d used one of the special vibrating plugs
that was filled with Metacalpholate-X. The drug was easily absorbed
through the skin and the anal lining. When it was emitted from the
vibrators, it did its job on the victim swiftly. An additional amount
of time delayed Metacalpholate-X had been injected into each of
Candi’s tits. Now they swelled and jiggled beautifully as the drug
sponged water from other areas of his body and created fat swelled
boobs to rival any woman’s. But of course, the narcotic effect also
worked on Candi’s libido and made him hornier with each passing
The dildo stuffed deeply into her rear made its’ point well. For at
the moment, a partially inflated rubber rod was sitting in there…
just inside the entrance of his back door. Every move made its
presence excitingly obvious. But the device was only a third its
potential size. The white leather strapping holding it in was
equipped with a micro receiver, and transmitters were cunningly
placed in the hands of his three attendants. One could make it grow,
the second made it whorl, and the third made it vibrate at various
speeds. All of them worked the drug.
They’d squeezed her into a crushingly tight bustier corset with a
lace dripping bodice to display and hold her swollen breasts and show
a lot of cleavage (something new!). Decorative romantic lace skimmed
across its top and trickled down around the cleavage. But this was a
special, step-in device so that now, between her legs, all trace of
masculinity was gone. This thing looked like an open crotched panty
trimmed in the palest blue lace (something blue!). In fact, it had an
ingenious fake pussy bulging within. His own apparatus was laced into
a harness that pulled it back and up between his legs. A ring at its
tip was tied to thin lines that pulled tightly over the butt plug
and exited through a tiny hole between his buns.
His head was held up and straight by a wide collar. And around his
long blond hair, a white rhinestone studded harness was locked
tightly. The thing involved a number of skinny belts that passed
under his chin and over and around his head. Two features of the
harness were particularly interesting. The first was the tubing which
it thrust and held deeply in the blonde’s mouth. The gag pried apart
her lips and teeth, its white leather covered rod extending into her
mouth about two inches, and hollow at its center. This left her
unable to speak clearly… unable to bite anything… yet it turned
her warm moist facial cavity into an open playground.
The second feature was the ring at the very top of the harness. This
was locked to a chain which passed down her back and locked off to
handcuffs joining her wrists high up upon her back. And her opera
length white gloves were so tight that she could hardly wriggle his
fingers. The result forced Candi to stare virtually straight upward
unless she exerted fearful pressure upon her arms to give her
straining neck muscles any release. A pearl studded tiara strap in
the top of the harness held a flouncy and full white veil around her
head which, fell over her bound hands to the floor behind. The line
which tied her penis was then pulled taught until it too was affixed
to her high cuffed and white gloved wrists.
This left her in control of some terrifying options. Should she pull
her wrists upward to relax her aching neck muscles, the pull upon her
penis increased painfully. Yet to give her sex member relief meant
jutting out her breasts while stretching her neck farther back.
As he squirmed to find some relief for his sore prick, he remembered
Mary’s giggles as the nurses adjusted his penis harness. That was the
most diabolical part of this whole outfit. The thing was decorated
with two small pockets. The first held a pill, Metacalpholate-Y, the
antidote to his swelling breasts. Unless he took it within twelve
hours… sometime before nine tomorrow morning… he’d be stuck with
those huge mammaries for at least five weeks.
Nestled in the second pocket against his malehood was the key to his
head harness, the chains and his handcuffs. So someone would have to
go to his most private parts and retrieve the keys to release him.
Who? Could he get one of the other girls to do it? Would Derk Kerl?
What would happen if he asked Derk Kerl to… Yeow! That thought was
A satin garter belt held his shiny white nylon stocking up his now
shaved legs (they’d removed virtually all of his body hair and
plucked his eyebrows into delicate arches). And he swayed uncertainly
up on white patent sandals with super thin four inch heels. Without
arms to help his balance and a three inch hobble ribbon tied between
his knees, each step was an uncertainty.
Four flounced crinolines dropped from his waist over his two tiered
bustle down to the floor and accentuated each shaky step. He wore a
sort of diaphanous boudoir jacket on top… the thing dripped with
clear lace. It had a ruffled high stand-up collar, full diaphanous
sleeves ending in a flourish of organza ruffles at the cuffs. It
dropped totally open in the front to reveal the top and front of his
corset. A wide white satin ribbon had been tied around his waist as a
belt to join the crinolines that formed his skirt with the jacket and
bustier. It was tied into a large floppy bow at back, its ends
teeming to the floor.
Around the dainty lace collar was affixed an elegant five row pearl
choker with a mocha on ivory cameo of the head of a lovely wide eyed
young woman accepting the penis of her lover into her mouth.
Pearlized earrings dangled large silver hoops from each of Candi’s
ears. Both her waist length blond curls and the diaphanous veil
obscured the fullness of the strictures that bound her hands to her
head and her nether regions.
Derk Kerl gasped as she glided from the curtains into the light. He
didn’t know where to look first. He took in the harness that held
something between her lucious lips, noted the pearls and cameo at her
lacy neck and gasped at the size of the melons jiggling to escape
their crushing confinement. He stiffened as he watched each mincing
step amplified by the dozens of yards of petticoats encircling her
legs. And he grew heated by the sight of the corsage that jutted from
its resting place in the crevice between her mountainous boobs. This
was more than a fantasy, it was an erotic imagining come to life… a
gorgeously packaged, bondage bride was marching down the aisle
directly toward him. It was all he could do to keep from erupting
right there in front of everyone.
Candi was wet between his legs and he sensed that both his buns and
his breast glistened with perspiration under all of their coverings.
He knew that he had to stop the girls from pressing their buttons and
goosing him onto higher carnal levels. But how? Staring upward into
the spotlights he minced blindly forward into what looked like a
glass tunnel, frightened almost to death and what waited at its end.
The table was set for eight, the bride, her two maids, the flower
girl and each of their dates. However, only the men sat on chairs.
Candi knelt on a white satin pillow by Derk Kerl’s chair. Her ankles
had been daintily crossed and lashed together with white nylon cord,
then tied off under her veiling to her wrists still way up on her
back. This forced her into a kind of kneeling hog tie, and all of the
knots were outside her most desperate reach. It was all she could do
to hold herself from falling on her side like a log.
Kneeling there, her averted face stared right into Derk Kerl’s… a
helpless, beautiful bondage bride, slavishly serving her groom’s
tiniest whims. The corset kept her back straight, the collar her neck
straight and the tubing her red lips open invitingly wide for
whatever he might care to drop or slide inside. As bad as it all
felt, as humiliating as the moment was… suddenly Candi became aware
of how much worse everything could get as that blunt finger probing
her anus began to slowly swell. One of the girls was pushing her
“We’re sorry Derk,” Mary was saying. “I know that you only called for
a little touch of rope, but Candi asked for something really special.
Seems she really wants to make you happy… Right Dear?” The hostess
smiled down at Candi, who moaned again at the intrusion into her
bottom. Unfortunately for her, the sound couldn’t have been better
timed to indicate her acceptance of the woman’s explanation. “Uhhhhh.
I eeeen uhhhh. Uhhhhh!” The tube did its job so well. No’s came out
as uhh’s. Candi could babble like a child, but real talk wasn’t
possible. Derk Kerl was intoxicate.
“You know Mary,” he said. “I think that gagged sounds are the most
erotic part of all this. I want a tape. You’re recording this of
“Are handcuffs inescapable?” She said, wiping a thin drivel from
Candi’s chin with a handkerchief. “There are two cameras on the whole
table, and we’ll charge the tapes with your meal. You can pick them
up as you leave. Well have fun dears.” She clicked away as Cindy
brought their meals, and Candi actually blushed to see what awaited
her. There in the middle of her plate were two mounds of mashed
potatoes that were obviously going to be crammed into her mouth tube
and a thick round sausage.
She was right about the potatoes. And for awhile the sausage was used
a sort of stopper to keep her babbling noises down. Then, she was
shown how she was supposed to eat it. The tube made her teeth
useless. However the flower child’s gagging had been removed during
dinner. Now the frothy little creature crawled over to sit at Candi’s
side, smiling an impish grin.
It was disgusting. First one of the men would slide the sausage into
the flower child’s mouth and let her play with it like a phallus.
Then, on command, she bit a small hunk off and chewed it slowly and
sinuously, never closing her pink lips. Finally, when it was nothing
but pulpy goo, she leaned over and kissed Candi full on the lips!
And… to his utter disgust, she spit her slimy mouthful into Candi,
jamming it down with her tongue. Candi’s mouth was being raped by the
another woman’s food!
And as her face was molested, so was her ass. That thing in her rear
began to vibrate and slowly whorl. All three girls poked at their
buttons to join in the attack taking place in full view of the four
men sitting about the table.
***AND CUMMING UP?
The blond bride tugged fitfully at her bonds. Her gloved fingers
twitched uselessly for something to grab, yet each jerk and pull
caused new distress to her sex or her neck. Her skirts fluffed and
whipped futility about, and as the sausage within her swelled and
writhed, the white veiled beauty tried to imagine what could come
Would he have to dance with Derk Kerl? Would he be taken somewhere
like this? What would become of those terrible tapes? How would he
get home? Would Derk force something else into that tube between his
lips? And how would he get to the key to his bonds, along with the
antidote to the drug that engorged his tits and drove him up to a
sexual frenzy? Was there an escape without letting Derk or his sister
Lylia onto his terrible secret? But all rational thought was slipping
as the enticing drug brought on new waves of passion and the lovely
woman dressed as a child leaned forward to plant a full mouthed kiss
onto his painfully parted lips. What a horribly wonderful night.