Archive-name: Series/linda.txt
Archive-author: Master Paul
Archive-title: Linda's Epic Adventures in Life


Part 1 - Chapter 1

"The Meeting - No Words Required!"

It was Happy Hour and the customers were just beginning to filter
in from their daily routines to sit down and have a cold one and
watch a little pseudo pornographic "art", go-go and strip danc-
ing, ala Linda style.  The Happy Hour shift started with B.J.
doing her thing in her usual wanton and sexy way in the bright
orangish red bikini top and bottom --- whirling around the poles
on the raised stage, pole clasped firmly between her slim, white
legs with a high on the pole start and a slow twirling slide to
the floor of the platform.

"Damn!" Linda thought to herself.  "That bitch has got to be
getting it off with that pole --- I'd go nuts with that thing
stuffed up against my pussy twirling round like that and sliding
down that god damn pole.  Phew!  It's no wonder they call her
B.J.!  That's probably all she can do after a night of THAT!"

The song ended on the juke box and another started.  Linda remem-
bered that that was number three for B.J. and that she had to
start pumping her dance songs into the box pretty soon 'cause she
was up next with her set of three.  She walked over to the Juke
Box slowly in her see-through wrap, scanning the customers to see
who she'd focus her attentions on this time up.  "Boy, she
thought, these guys look dead!  This is goin' to be a damn tough
shift!"  Almost as bad as her hookin' days in Parkersburg at the
'Club' before Johnny came along and knocked her up and then
slipped her out of the place.

As Linda stood at the machine she thought back about Parkersburg
and Chris, the Club Boss and his bitch, Hilda, who kept the girls
in line.  And, when they didn't stay in line, set em up for a
session with Chris in the special, frightening room in the base-
ment.

"God," she thought, "I'll never forget the first time I fucked up
and that bitch dragged me down there --- NEVER!"

She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, thinking back to
that terrible night when that big drunken son of bitch from the
Shell Refinery over in Belpre had snuck up behind her at the bar
and about twisted her tits off.  When she stopped screaming at
him and thought she had him calmed down some, he rammed his hand
into her crotch and shoved his index finger up her ass as his
thumb went up her pussy, panties and all, and started to literal-
ly lift her up off the stool that way.  Thinking quickly, she had
grabbed a beer bottle and smashed the big dumb bastard over the
head, screaming her head off the whole time.  Goddamn that had
hurt as he tried to close his index finger and thumb together
while they were driven deep in her ass and up her cunt with her
pants wrapped around them.  When the beer bottle hit him, he
dropped like a rock.

The next thing she knew, Hilda was all over her ass, twisting her
arm behind her back and slapping the shit out of her face.

Hilda shoved her arm up behind her back to her goddamn neck, bent
her over almost double at the waist and marched her out the back
door toward the stairs leading up to the "party rooms" and down
to the basement.  "Oh God, if I'd known what was in that black
vinyl covered room in the basement with the mirrored ceiling and
about all that `equipment' sitting in the room, I'd have let the
son of a bitch shove his fucking fist up my ass, never mind a
little old finger and some black panties!" Linda thought.

The memories flowed back with increasing detail, igniting fear in
her brain and making her break out in a cold sweat (and starting
the juices flowing in her pussy, much to her dismay).  She stood
up against the wall and let her mind race back to that night.

Hilda, instead of hustling her upstairs to chew her ass out and
slap her around, wheeled her past the stairs leading to the party
rooms upstairs and hustled her down the stairs and into a room
she had never seen before, across from the foot of the stairs,
and had only heard fearful rumours about from the rest of the
whores in the place.  They didn't talk about it much and didn't
care to, or so it seemed.  She'd always wondered why.  That night
she found out --- in spades!

Hilda stripped her house coat off her and ripped her top and
panties off almost in one motion with Linda still practically
doubled over standing on her feet and her arm shoved up behind
her back almost to the top of her head, now.

"You goddamn dumb whore!" screamed Hilda, "How many fucking times
do I have to tell you I handle the assholes and you don't ever,
ever hit 'em with anything unless they ask you to, UPSTAIRS! ---
and then only after they've paid double for the S&M Scene trick!
I'm tired of this shit from you!  When I get through with you
down here you are goddamn sure goin' to remember that, you little
Delaware whore --- and when Chris, `The Rammer' finishes with
you, after I get tired, you won't do shit unless you ask me or
him first; bet on it, bitch!"

About then Linda suddenly realized it was damn warm in that room.
And dim.  It seemed like it was a hundred and twenty degrees.  As
she looked around from her upsidedown position she saw ring bolts
in a cloth vinyl padded floor of pure white mats with buttons
holding the mat down in that upholstered look.  But as her eyes
wandered back and forth she saw a lot more.  There were two big
rings, one inside the other, one on a pivot up into the ceiling
and down into the floor and the other on pivots or shafts through
the first one extending out sideways either way midway between
the floor and the ceiling.  She couldn't see well with her god-
damn hair hanging down all over, but she saw that the inside ring
had little D-Rings welded to it all the way around it's circum-
ference about a foot or so apart (D-Rings were something she
learned about later and would never ever forget!).  The two
gimbaled rings (like the frames of those spinning gyroscopes they
use in airplanes, boat compasses and the like) were HUGE; they
were at least, if not more than, eight foot in diameter, very
sturdy, just standing there one inside the other in stark stain-
less steel majesty like some abstract or modern art painting.

As her clothes were shredded from her she spotted another object
off in the corner sitting on the pure white matted floor.  It
looked like a chair of some kind except that it had an outline
like a human body and leather straps dangling down from it every-
where she looked.  The straps were riveted or bolted to the sides
of the human figure outline of the chair so that they ran between
heavy stainless steel rods that defined the out line of the human
figure and they ran on the under and back sides of the "chair"
and the buckle end and loops to insert in the buckles dangled
down off the rivets or bolts on the front of the back and legs of
the "chair" and the top of the "seat" and arms.  "What the shit
is this place," she'd thought, and "what the hell are they going
to do with me?"  She didn't have to wait for long to get her
answer, she remembered.

Hilda quickly walked her, bent double, over to the "Chair" and
slammed her into the seat with her arm still crammed up to the
top of her head.  She slammed her other arm down on the leather
straps running across in between the two stainless steel arm rods
and quickly buckled one of the many straps over her forearm and
another over her upper arm.  She jumped to the other side of the
gleaming stainless steel chair and did the same trick with her
other arm.  It was then that Linda looked up and saw the mirrored
ceiling and black walls --- BLACK VINYL PADDED WALLS!  And back
behind the gimbaled huge stainless steel rings standing out in
stark reality, she could vaguely see things hanging on the vinyl
wall.  LOT'S OF THEM.  She couldn't see em well, but they looked
like straps and balls and hoods and whips and all sorts of kinky
shit.  About that time, she remembered, Hilda slammed her lower
leg into one of the "Chair's" legs in front and buckled it in
tight.  She repeated the process with the other leg and then
continued up to the seat where she buckled her thighs in tight
with 4" wide leather straps attached to the chair so that her
thighs sat on the bottom riveted part of the strap and they came
up through her thighs, right in front of her pubic hair covered
crotch, and only fractions of an inch away from it.  When Hilda
had buckled the thigh straps, her legs were an integral part of
the steel rods and leather straps that encased part of her legs.
The stainless steel rods on the insides of her legs ended right
in front of her pussy while the outside ones went up her outside
upper leg(s) past her hip(s) and on up her sides behind her upper
arms and on up over her head and joined together there.  Next
came a huge, wide strap (it must have been 8 or 10 inches wide,
at least) which was pulled across her flat stomach and navel and
buckled so tight it almost took her breath away (and, of course,
it ran across her lower back behind her, also).  Then came the
straps across the upper and lower part of her chest above her
pert little tits, which by now were sweat covered with her nip-
ples sticking out like peaks on a mountain, and just about as
hard as the mountain's rocks.

She was about to say something to Hilda, she remembered now, when
Hilda slammed another leather strap across her mouth; but this
one was different.  It had a ring in the middle of it and as
Hilda pulled the hard stainless steel ring and strap arrangement
across in front of her mouth as if to buckle it on the other
side, Hilda punched the center of the wide tummy belt so hard
Linda's mouth flew open.  In one swift motion Hilda pulled the
strap/ring combination deep into Linda's mouth so that the ring
was completely behind her teeth, held there by the straps cutting
painfully and deeply into either side of her mouth and jamming
her mouth wide open with the ring just inside holding it that
way.  Linda remembered she started to scream and protest and
Hilda simply walked to the other end of the room and got a ball
with a leather strap through it, came back, wrapped the strap
around behind her head over the stainless steel rods that brack-
eted either side of her head, spun the ball around so it was in
her mouth, walked behind and buckled it down tight.

Linda remembered vividly the ball being jammed into her mouth so
it sat in the stainless steel ring that held her mouth open wide.
Christ, she was scared!  She begged, she mumbled, she cried, but
not a word came out; and meanwhile, Hilda had gone ahead and
wrapped a wide strap over her neck and buckled it and one across
her forehead and buckled it, TIGHT!  It was then that Linda
realized she was being strapped into some goddamn kind of steel
body frame chair with the stainless steel rods running along the
outside edges of her body, legs, arms, and head, complete.  Hilda
went back over her arms and legs and torso and connected MORE
straps so that Linda had a leather strap over just about every
six to eight inches of her body and was about a quarter to a
third covered with tightly buckled down straps from head to foot.

When Hilda was done, she stood back and looked at her handiwork,
then walked over to the far wall and came back with weird looking
glove like things, four of them with two buckles and laces about
where the wrist would be and a huge three inch strap sewn to the
top or back of the hand portion and a buckle sewn to the palm.
She jammed them on Linda's hands and buckled each of the two
small straps after lacing up each "glove", (actually a mitten).
The process was repeated with Linda's feet, using form fitting,
soft leather boots made the same way, like the mittens; soft
boots or something, Linda remembered.

Then Hilda pulled the big straps on the gloves and boots forward
and ran them over the stainless steel that looped around front of
Linda's feet and hands in from one steel rod on one side to the
other rod on the other side.  Hilda pulled each of the four
straps tight and buckled them into the sewn buckles on Linda's
palms and the bottom of her feet so that her hands and were
stretched out straight from her arms and her feet pointed like a
ballet dancer.

Then and only then did Hilda stop and relax.  She looked down at
Linda with pure hate and absolute lust in her eyes and said
"Welcome to Hilda's `Palace', Linda, you bitch!  You are sitting
in my masterpiece that I developed when I got tired of you whores
trying to kick the hell out of me when I was working you over and
which I also developed because it makes you totally helpless and
completely at my mercy.  But you ain't seen nothin' yet my pret-
ty!  This little `chair' you're sitting in is much more than a
chair."  And with that she tipped the "chair" forward so that
Linda was hanging from it, her stomach horizontal, looking at the
floor, her head horizontal, on her knees.  She maneuvered the
elbow part of what Linda had earlier thought were just armrests
for her arms, on each side, so that Linda's arms straightened out
instead of being bent as they were when she was strapped into
this thing and so her stretched hands and finger tips pointed
straight down at the floor and the hoops at the ends of the hands
touched the pure white vinyl cushioned floor.  Hilda walked
around behind and in a short while Linda's legs spread out so her
knees were about two foot apart.  Linda remembered she heard
something lock or snap as her knees were spread and locked in
that position.  The next thing that happened to her was her head
being raised up and back as the frame along her neck was unlocked
and pivoted so that her neck was pulled back and locked in posi-
tion.  Now she was on her hands and knees with her head raised up
looking forward toward the dimly illuminated wall full of strange
looking devices --- that "kinky" stuff.

Linda stood by the Juke box shivering, thinking about being stark
ass naked in that black room with it's mirrored ceiling and white
vinyl matted floor, tied immobile --- tied --- hell --- strapped
into a goddamn human shaped frame that held her like an "Iron
Lady" of old but with one big difference.  Her whole fucking body
had been exposed and her tits hung down between the chest straps.
But the thing that brought back memories of terror and fear and,
at the same time, made her juices flow down her vaginal walls, as
it still did --- NOW! --- was the way her pussy and asshole were
sticking out as she was immobilized with her arms and hands
straight down, on her knees, lower legs and the tops of her feet
pulled back to the frame so her toes were pointed backwards.

As she shivered and her juices flowed, leaning up against the
wall in the little Go-Go Lounge years later, she remembered
vividly what Hilda did next.

"Well, honey, you're mine now until I give you over to the Rammer
and then you'll find out why the bad girls named him that.  His
name's really Chris, but the `Rammer' he definitely earned, as
you will soon find out!  But you won't ever again call him by
that name or any other but MASTER, nor will you call me by any
other name but MISTRESS, in front of either of us.  What you call
us when we aren't around is your business, but after tonight and
tomorrow and tomorrow night and for as long as it takes, we're
MISTRESS and MASTER to you or you stay in that fucking training
frame and in this room FOREVER, Bitch!  Understand?"

Linda remembered she couldn't answer Hilda --- M I S T R E S S!
---  because she couldn't move a muscle and she was gagged with
that big ring in her mouth and the ball in the ring.  She remem-
bered that she blinked at Mistress several times and Mistress
nodded ever so slightly, and then slid her hand up under Linda's
hanging pert, pointed small breasts and caressed them and ran her
finger tips over the nipples making Linda shudder and the erotic
feelings begin to flow from her breasts down to her pussy which
was already starting to get very very wet, both from sweat and
from her vaginal juices.

Mistress continued to caress her tits, Linda recalled, and as she
did she started telling Linda that this was the last night they'd
ever look that way again.  That made no sense to her until Mis-
tress explained that Mistress and Master were going to "fix" her
so she could be strung up by her nipples in the future, ANY TIME
THEY WISHED IT.  Linda stood against the wall next to the Juke
Box and rubbed her arm over her breasts, feeling the little gold
rings under her bikini top where they ducked into and out of her
nipples.  "That was years ago," she thought, "and I still have
them there!  God they feel good," she thought, "but they didn't
THEN.  I was scared shitless, sweating like the whore that I was,
after a twenty stud gang bang, down in that hot basement room,
dripping sexual juices through my sweat."

Linda's mind floated back to that night, again, and with her arm
rubbing over her golden ringed nipples, she once more drifted
back to a recollection of what Mistress had done next.  Hilda
went to the wall and came back with two dildos about as big as
Linda had ever seen before (she'd seen much bigger since!) and,
with an almost gentleness, Mistress shoved one in Linda's up-
turned, doggy fashion, ass and one in her now flowing pussy (not
really flowing because pussies don't flow, --- Cocks do, pussies
don't --- but really well lubricated!).  Linda felt Mistress turn
something on and her Pussy and Ass came alive as the twin vibra-
tors started to work at low speed.  It felt good, she remembered;
the twin, artificial, vibrating male organs had been stuffed in
her nether holes to the hilt, barely sticking out; she had felt
that --- really well!

She watched attentively as Hilda walked by her to the wall on the
other side of the gimbaled rings and took down a small whip of
some kind with wicked looking, short leather strands hanging from
it.  Mistress walked up to her and held the whip by it's handle
so the strands hung down in front of Linda's eyes.  "Ever seen a
`Pussy Whip' Linda --- 'Slave Linda'?" Mistress asked.  The
answer was eye blinking again.  It was the best she could do.
Mistress smiled and walked around behind.  The next thing Linda
heard --- Slave Linda --- was a whirring sound followed by the
tips of the "Pussy Whip" striking her pussy, her asshole, her ass
cheeks and her underbelly and thighs as it whipped around in it's
vicious circle.

As Linda stood up against the wall next to the music machine here
years later she remembered how Mistress had continued to whip her
pussy and asshole with that thing as the two artificial cocks
buzzed away in her vagina and ass canal and the smell of sweat,
pre-orgasm juices and pure raw leather and steel permeated her
nostrils.  She remembered that she started to sweat even more and
the water dripped off her as the whip swished round and round
catching the folds over her clit as it went up toward her under-
belly.  And she remembered how, despite everything she could do
to prevent it, which physically was next to nothing, she had
slowly built to the biggest, pain wracked orgasm she'd ever had
as the frame she was bound to vibrated with her attempted contor-
tions from the orgasm's crest.  The whip never stopped, though,
and in a few minutes she was back up again, only this time it
hurt like hell as she built up to it but the orgasms peak gave
brief exploding and intense pleasure followed by severe pain and
cramps all over her lower body and up into her insides them-
selves.  And each time the orgasm subsided, Mistress reached down
and turned up the speed another notch on one of the vibrators.

Standing here now she couldn't remember how many times that
happened but she remembered the pleasure and the infernal pain
that always came with it.  It went on for what seemed like hours
and she couldn't do a thing to stop it.  Pussy whip, notch up on
the vibrator(s), orgasm, pleasure, blinding pain, then start over
again and again and again.

As Linda stood there next to the Juke box, she thought about how
after that long, long session with Mistress and Master, she had
never again been able to have a "normal" orgasm in normal fucking
unless someone pulled hard on her nipple rings or whipped her
pussy while she was trying to get off --- except for one other
way --- when she had a big hard loving cock in her mouth, kneel-
ing on her knees with the guy standing in front of her with her
hair wrapped in his fingers and him pumping her mouth back and
forth on his cock.  That got to her, too.  But after that night
and the days and nights that followed, pleasure and pain were to
be forever wed for her and never to be separated.

"Linda!  You going to stand there day dreaming all day or are you
going to play your fucking songs, bitch?"

It was B.J. and the music had stopped and the stage inside the U-
Shaped bar was empty.  "Oh Shit," Linda thought.  "Let's get our
act together, woman --- NOW!"  She plugged the quarters in the
machine, punched in her "numbers" and started back behind the leg
of the bar's "U" between it and the back wall and mounted the
stairs to the stage.  As she turned toward the mirrored back wall
behind the stage, which ran all across the wall, from it's floor
to it's ceiling, she was again reminded of those goddamn hellish
(but never to be forgotten, and perhaps, even appreciated, if not
loved and feared at the same time), days in Parkersburg, West
Virginia and her very first Mistress and very first Master, and
the first, long nights and days in their "care" as they brought
her to a lifetime understanding of her formerly hidden sexually
submissive underpinnings and deep seated sexual cravings to be
dominated by the right "MASTER", (and, sometimes, but not often
--- MISTRESS!  "That fucking Johnny saved me from myself and
them, the son of a bitch," she thought.  "But he never took the
rings out of me, did he?" she mused.  Nobody ever would, for very
long; not even Linda --- pretty, sexually submissive and subser-
vient --- Slave Linda --- for she had grown to love them as a
part of her sexy, if somewhat "different" body and mentality.

"I wonder if I'm going to find the right man tonight?" she
thought.  And by right she knew exactly what she meant --- A
MASTER --- who understood --- Slave Linda and her REAL NEEDS AND
DESIRES --- some guy who could be tender and loving and yet could
put her through her "paces" and make her AGAIN feel what she had
felt that night and the nights and days that followed in Parkers-
burg.

She looked in the mirror on the wall as she started to gyrate her
ass and move her little tits back and forth, and out of the
corner of her eyes, she could see a tall, heavy dude with a beard
and moustache looking back at her in the mirror.  She turned her
head away and went through her routine all the way to the end of
the song and then stood there looking in the mirror at "him" ---
was he a Master?  Did he understand?  He had kind eyes but he
looked big, mean and  forceful --- "We shall see, my kind eyed
big brute of a friend" --- she loved big men and beards because
her first Master in that basement room in Parkersburg had been
and had both --- "we shall see --- when I get through these next
two songs, what you are indeed made of and why" --- "you may be
the guy I've been looking for ever since Parkersburg".

Part 1 - Chapter 2

Memories of the past flow back as Linda hunts a "new" master.

With her eyes focused on the mirror, staring at the mustached and
bearded big guy at the back right end of the U-Shaped bar, Linda
started her second number --- a Beach Boys tune she loved.  She
whipped into action, whirling around the stage in her pale blue
bikini top and pale blue bikini pants, but keeping her eyes glued
to the mirror all along the back of the stage and locked on the
sexy big guy.  She never looked at him directly, but, instead
always through the huge mirror.  She noted, (and so did her body
as it continued to become more sexually aroused and sexually
stimulated), that he was locked onto her eyes and never took HIS
eyes off them.

She wriggled her ass at him; she shook her pert little breasts at
him; she, literally, used every trick she'd learned since she
left the farm in Delaware to get him to look at her BODY, --- but
he never took his eyes off her eyes, no matter what she did.  As
the song came to a close she couldn't help comparing this tall,
large framed, bearded male to that huge, handsome hulk and hunk
of a man, who had so "forcefully" and permanently entered her
young life, in that strange basement room, in Parkersburg, that
fateful and punishing night, years ago as she remained bound in
leather straps, gagged and suspended between stainless steel body
forming and shaping rods, on her knees with her arms and hands
locked straight down toward the floor, her legs spread wide, with
the rubbery, hot, now wet, vibrating, at first sexually satisfy-
ing, twin male "engines" buried deeply and thickly to the hilt in
her hurting, but very wet, female sexual passage and up her
stretched anal canal.

Hilda --- MISTRESS HILDA! --- had left the room a L-O-N-G time
ago and the twin, pseudo male organs were still running rampant,
at their highest possible setting, deep inside her protruding and
sweat coated body, driving her to one orgasmic peak after anoth-
er, all be it farther and farther apart, as her sexual recovery
period got longer and longer and the pain wracking, post orgasmic
contractions and spasms lasted longer and longer before subsiding
to allow her to start her build up to yet another swelling, mind
engulfing, orgasmic orgy of pleasure followed by yet another
"round" of EXTREME pain.  How many times, she tried to recall
now, had she "come" in that position down there in that steaming
hot, black vinyl walled room with the white vinyl floor mat,
mirrored ceiling and gimbaled stainless steel "artful" rings
firmly pinned into the reflecting ceiling above, into the padded
white floor below and into each other, with all those dimly
illuminated, rather vague looking, strange "tools of the trade"
hanging on the far, ominous, black wall behind them?

As her selected third tune started, Linda swayed sexily and
wantonly back and forth, staring carefully and continuously into
the mirror and, thus, into those kind but firm eyes that stared
ever back at her, just as constantly, almost lovingly, but with a
smiling and knowing quality about them and their owner that told
Linda this was no "ordinary" male.  No, this one knew her inside
out without touching her, without saying a word to her!  And he
knew she was somehow "special", (she could sense it), just as she
knew the same about him!  KNEW IT!  He had that masterful but
gentle quality about him that, late that one night in Parkersburg
in that basement room, had driven her wild with passion and with
the mindless, unreasoned desire to please in any way that she
possibly could --- TO OBEY AND SUBMIT! --- and to love, to lick
and lave, to suck and devour, to be fondled, to be licked, to be
sucked, and to be thoroughly filled and stuffed full of her
MASTER as she had been driven to incredible heights of sexual
satisfaction in ways she had never dreamed possible, as she was
carefully put through one new "experience" after another, while
begging and moaning for still more.

As Linda locked the potent memories in her mind, reminding her-
self of the "stakes" involved, her eyes stayed locked to the
gentle stranger's eyes as she danced and swayed her wanton sex-
ually wicked best, and her mind, once again, drifted backward in
time and over all those many intervening years, to the tepid
basement room in the whore's club in Parkersburg to recreate and
embellish the first time she'd ever met such a man --- A MASTER
--- her OWN very special FIRST master!

She recalled that she had just been coming down from an orgasmic
peak that fateful night in that basement room in Parkersburg,
shuddering in her leather straps and stainless steel "Iron Maid-
en" frame, when she first heard the padded but firm foot steps
behind her on the soft, white, matted, floor.  Her head was
raised up, eyes staring ahead and locked in that position that
had forced her to stare forward at the large, almost majestic,
stainless steel, gimbaled rings that occupied the darkened center
of the room, with all those frightening instruments of as yet
inexperienced bondage and punishment that hung dimly suspended
from the far black, vinyl wall beyond the rings.  The wide leath-
er strap that tightly stretched across her forehead and had
locked her head between her framing stainless steel rod "captor",
the painful stainless steel ring in her mouth just behind her
teeth that anchored her mouth in its opened and vulnerable,
straight ahead position with it's complimenting ball gag and
leather strap pulled deeply and securely into the ring and her
six inch wide leather neck strap that anchored her neck in its
entirely immobile position and had not allowed her to turn her
head even a fraction of an inch to see what was causing the
sounds she had heard.  She had tried to look upward into the
mirrored ceiling but, all she been able to see was a downward
view of the stainless steel gimbaled rings in the center of the
large room and a different downward, dimmed view of the masses of
leather straps, whips, hoods and other objects she had seen very
infrequently before in her young and budding twenty years, even
considering that two of them had been as a paid prostitute in
this very place!  WELL PAID!

Suddenly, a gentle set of fingers, belonging to the mysterious
noise maker, touched the sweat covered, rounded curve of her
buttocks and gently moved back and forth through the beaded
rivers that had been pouring from her body for what seemed like
an eternity.  The fingers slowly glided over her straining behind
and slid gently, carefully and purposefully along her hip and
forward across the ten inch wide leather strap that held her
shuddering abdominal muscles rigidly locked to her outlining
"maiden's frame" of stainless steel rods that held her rigidly in
its firm confines until, finally the hand had reached the base of
her sexually aroused and swollen, down thrust, tingling breast as
its muscles spasmed in time with her post orgasmic tremors.

The hand paused, and then slowly descended down the sweat covered
outer slope of her then twenty year old, small but shapely
breast, moving ever downward and so tantalizingly across the
hanging small mound until in caressed the rigid, now tingling
nipple in the center.  The finger quickly withdrew, leaving Linda
with only a phantom sensation of its former presence and then,
suddenly, she felt finger tips brushing across her BOTH her
hypersensitized nipples.  Gently; Lovingly; with an ease and a
touch that drove her wild with sexual excitement and longing; and
even wilder with curiosity.  This had to be another woman.  No
man could touch a woman like THAT!  There wasn't a male alive who
could do what those fingers were doing, she had thought, as the
fingers once more withdrew.

The mysterious fingers returned and settled gently into the back
of her neck just above the encasing six inch neck strap and moved
upward through her now sweat drenched hair to the middle of the
back of her head where the ball gag's strap was firmly buckled in
place.  The fingers began to loosen the strap ever so slowly.  As
it loosened, and the large rubber ball with its center piercing,
leather, restraining strap started to move out of her mouth and
out of that very painful stainless steel ring that rested, re-
lentlessly up against the roof and the bottom of her mouth just
behind her wide open and very useless as well as completely
"harmless" teeth.  Linda took a deep breath through her now
unplugged mouth, feeling and savoring the cool air flowing around
the retreating ball and it's soaking wet leather straps, as she
listened and waited and watched to see who this mysterious,
gentle stranger was.

The ball gag was lifted away slowly as Linda detected it being
laid carefully on the floor near her.  As that sound retreated in
her ears and died away, she felt something very soft coming
forward over her forehead and down toward her eyes.  As the
obvious device lowered, cutting off her vision, she smelled
leather, NEW LEATHER, and felt a soft sheepskin like texture
begin to encase her eyes and blindfold her.  "Oh, damn," she had
though, "I'll never be able to see who's doing this to me now."
The soft blindfold was tightly buckled behind her head, over her
sweat matted hair, as the gentle hands and their even gentler
fingers retreated yet one more time.  As she strained to listen,
Linda heard the clear and unmistakable sound of a zipper being
done or undone and the sound of human flesh rubbing against its
leather encasement, followed by padding, bare feet on the white
matted floor as they advanced around her right side and stopped
in front of her uptilted, rigidly framed and very immobile head.

A finger rimmed her wet wide spread lips and then slide inward to
gently caress her languid, motionless and long unused tongue as
it lay inside the stainless steel ring that kept he mouth propped
open in what had to be a most obscene and inviting way.  The
advancing finger moved over her tongue, then back to her lips,
then back to her tongue until, in utter frustration and frenzy,
she began to lave the finger WITH her tongue and caress it back
as it had caressed her tongue and her lips.  This went on for a
long, long time and as it did, the vibrating, long loving, twin
male artificial "engines" in her behind kept up their constant
rhythm and she started to build slowly toward yet another orgas-
mic peak.  As the sensation grew in her lower belly and spread
upward across her tightly strapped middle, a set of fingers began
to gently enclose and tightly squeeze her left nipple, rolling it
between them, firmly, but gently.  The fingers moved to her right
nipple where they repeated the motion and then retreated.  Sud-
denly, the finger in her mouth slowly retreated and was gently
replaced by an unmistakable object of some considerable size.
"My God," she thought with a start, "IT'S A MAN!"

The fingers that had been teasing and caressing her propped open,
obscenely, spread, sexy lips, and the wet languid tongue within,
suddenly touched her left breast and moved incessantly downward
until they were teasing her left nipple just as the others re-
sumed squeezing and teasing her right nipple.  As they continued
their gentle, squeezing and teasing of her rigid, sensitive,
multiple orgasmic stimulated nipples, her lips felt the slow,
steady advance of a hot  and engorged rigid male organ as it's
head slip over her bottom lip and onto her tongue.  As it had
advanced and passed through the mouth bracing stainless steel
ring, Linda recalled that she had quickly resumed her licking and
laving with her tongue.  Only, this time, she was not attending
to a mere finger.  This time, she was savoring, laving and lick-
ing the REAL THING.  She rolled her tongue across the head of the
slowly advancing male organ and slid it under the rigid edges of
the obviously circumcised head and then slowly rolled her tongue
from one side, down under the head and back up the other side as
far as she could, and the started back around again.

As the sexy, huge member very slowly advanced into her mouth,
through the ring and over her flicking and caressing wet tongue
she felt it relentlessly moving toward the back of her mouth and
her throat.  Gently, it began to retreat from her mouth, sliding
back out through the ring.  With the automatic reaction of a true
"lady of the evening", she curled her lips down around the re-
treating shaft as tightly as she could and rolled her tongue back
and forth, from one side to the other of it and across it's
bottom as she began to suck on the now tightly lip enclosed
forward part of this maddening huge male engine of love and
procreation.  She sucked on it and laped it with her tongue until
it once again began to advance toward her throat; and as it
continued she began to moan and gurgle deep in her throat to give
the possessor of this fleshy engine a sign that she wanted more
of it deep in her mouth --- no, not her mouth --- deep in her
throat.  She sucked him and teased him and licked him and moaned
her assent as he slowly acknowledged her efforts by moving ever
further inward and toward the back of her throat.  All the while,
her suspended nipples were being played with, rolled and squeezed
and tightly caressed with a twin set of gentle talented fingers
and the incessant twin vibrators were stirring her twin lower
canals to yet another bounding, screaming orgasm.  As these five
engines of passion drove her higher and higher, she moaned louder
and louder, emitting gurgling sounds deep within her throat,
inviting him ever onward and into it's warm depths and "grasp".

As the turgid and rigid head of his advancing shaft slide over
her laving tongue and touched the roof of her mouth at the en-
trance to her throat, she took a deep breath, closed her airway
and moaned louder as her tongue urged him forward as her throat
began to open to receive him.  The smell of his aroused male
scent had been strong in her nostrils as that deep breath had
flowed inward to her lungs.

The head slid into her throat and began its journey into a land
only a "lady" of Linda's "profession" had total knowledge of and
could skillfully, totally and unerringly provide.  A land of
contracting throat muscles that normally would be used for quite
another and less savory operation, induced, usually, by a finger
in a bath room.  Linda ovaled her mouth still further and tight-
ened her lips on the middle of the long thick shaft as her throat
received the head and began automatically to contract and con-
vulse around it.  The shaft advanced further and further into her
mouth and down her now rhythmically contracting throat until she
could feel the tickle of male pubic hair on her nose and against
her super sensitized nostrils.

As the distinctly aroused scent of the male owner of this huge,
invading and pulsating organ wafted upward into her airless
nostrils, her body took over completely and began milking the
shaft with tongue, lips and throat muscles in a series of micro-
second spaced contractions and complimenting attentions that
brought a train of flesh encased male sperm across Linda's sensi-
tive and trained tongue.  As the hot fluid streaked over her
tongue and approached the head, Linda tightened her lips rigidly
around the base of the shaft and bore down on the throat encased
head with all her restrained might, griping him tightly and
milking him with rippling muscles.  The hot stream gushed out
into the contracting throat then down toward her inner belly as
she moaned ever louder and began the tell tale signs of yet
another crashing and mind bending orgasm.  As the sperm flowed
into her swallowing and contracting throat, the incessant fingers
tightened down on her nipples with exceptional male strength and
squeezed them and rolled them until they were almost flattened.

The blinding pain in her nipples streaked downward across her
sperm filled belly and met the freight train of a monstrous and
quaking sexual orgasm streaking upwards from her vibrator pene-
trated anal canal and stuffed and tightening sexual passage, and
screamed forward out of her now super-sensitized female folds'
upper reaches and its now thoroughly stimulated and aroused small
releaser of female orgasms to contract muscles and tendons
through the length and breadth of her body.  As the two trains,
one of pain and one of pleasure, met in the reaches of her con-
tracting belly muscles, her throat and tongue and lips went wild
with motion and attention to the now gushing male organ lodged
deep in her contracting throat and wet hot mouth with its laving
tongue and ovaling, contracting lips and cheeks.  Linda's moaning
became the love song of a sexually satisfied female in the throes
of providing the ULTIMATE male pleasure --- the deep throated
ministrations of the male organ --- not a mere "blow job" but the
talented female mouth's SUPREME attention to the male organ and
the ego of the male mind.

And then, as quickly as it had occurred, it was over and the
turgid, still rigid, huge male member was withdrawn from her
throat and the head was sliding across her tongue toward the
portal of her ovaled lips back through the bracing stainless
steel ring to exit the safe harbour of whore Linda's talented
mouth and throat.  As it withdrew Linda exhaled and drew in
another pungent gulp of male scented air and tended to laving the
last vestiges of sperm from its rounded head, until it popped out
of her mouth with a sound similar to a champagne cork leaving a
bottle of vintage Rothschild's.

Only then, did the crushing, yet somehow gentle, fingers release
Linda's flattened nipples.  As they did, the pain screamed back
for brief instant and then slowly radiated outward and retreated
across the expanse of her hanging, sweat drenched breasts.  The
vibrators droned on and on and the pain settled into her body
from head to foot, from the tips of her glove encased stretched
fingers to her leather encased stretched toes.

She listened, trying to hear the male owner of the huge invading
cock she had serviced so well, but all she could hear was the
panting of her breath, the incessant flesh muffled humm of her
twin lower canal invaders and the pounding of her racing heart.

"Linda, you stupid Bitch!  The songs over!  You goin' to dance
all night with no music, you dumb cunt?"

It was B.J.!  My god, I've danced clear through my song, Linda
realized.  With a start, she realized she was staring into the
mirror on the back of the platform at the face of the handsome,
bearded stranger at the end of the U-Shaped Bar.  His pale blue
eyes were locked on hers and as they smiled with a frightening
firmness, the very tip of his tongue rolling around his now
ovaled mouth.  Since he was facing the mirror, no one else saw
what he was doing, but Linda did --- LINDA SAW IT AND BOLTED FROM
THE PLATFORM, DOWN THE STEPS AND INTO THE BACK ROOM, SLAMMING AND
LOCKING THE DOOR BEHIND HER AS SHE SANK INTO THE CHAIR IN FRONT
OF DANCERS DRESSING TABLE AND MIRROR.

She looked down at her pale blue bikini pants and saw a growing
wet spot turning the center of the crotch darker and darker and
darker.  She ignored that and leaned back and let her mind drift
off and back to a younger, panting, hurting, Linda in a Parkers-
burg whores den basement.  Then, as now, her panting breath and
pounding heart, subsided slowly until all was calm except the
slow steady humm of the twin vibrators.

She listened for a telltale sound of her obviously satisfied male
invader and heard none.  Then, above the vibrators and her pound-
ing but slowing heart and subsiding panting breath, she heard the
sound of leather on leather; the telltale sound of two legs
rubbing together in leather pants.  In fact, she thought she
heard several sets of these sounds, simultaneously.

Without any other sounds or any words and without warning, she
felt her knees and lower legs leave the floor and the motion of
her body upward and forward toward the center of the room.  She
could feel a gentle swaying in her downward pointed breasts and
nipples and then she heard a "click" and her left leg straight-
ened out at the hip and at the knee and pointed straight back
from her body and then rotated until it was pointed backward and
outward toward the left at an angle of forty-five degrees to the
axis of her body.  Then a "Snap".  The right leg repeated the
motion, beginning with the tell tale Clicks and ending with the
maddening Snaps.

Another "Click" and then her bent back head and neck were rotated
forward until the top of her head was once again pointed along
the axis of her body and forward and another "Snap".  And then,
yet another set of Clicks and her arms swung forward and upward
until they too pointed along the axis of her body, above (out in
front of?) her head and then were rotated outward to either side
to an angle of forty-five degrees, each, to her body's axis.  And
two more "Snaps".

There, encased in her outlining stainless steel "Iron Maiden's
Frame" and a host of leather straps that bound her immobile into
it, Linda found herself moving forward in a splayed out, sprea-
deagled position, face down with a set of humming vibrators up
her over worked ass and cunt with the sound of leather against
leather coming from the vicinity of tips of her fingers and toes.

And then, she felt the steel rods around her hands and fingers
and to which her gloved/mittened fingers were extended toward and
strapped to, bump something equally metallic and the forward
motion stopped.  A flurry of "Clicks" followed by "Snaps" ensued
along with the sound of leather on leather moving along both
sides of her body some short distance away.  And then the Clicks
and Snaps ceased and the leather on leather sounds retreated and
a heavy metal door clicked shut and there were sounds of it
locking.

Suspended in midair, facing downward, the sweat dripping from her
over worked, pained and tired body, she listened attentively for
a sound --- ANY SOUND --- BUT HEARD NONE!  Only her breathing,
the pounding of her heart and the low, incessant hum of her two
long lodged, bodily invaders.  Nothing else.

Suddenly, a gentle finger settled on her soft under belly, and
another.  They slowly slid through the sweat coated skin below
the ten inch wide belt that anchored her belly to the "Maiden's
Frame" and into her brown, sweat covered pubic hair and ever
downward through it to the upper cleft of her female folds that
covered her sex.  The fingers paused over the now very sore
center of her womanly passions and desires to tease it and roll
it between them, ever so gently and slowly and carefully widen
her slack sexual "lips" as they continued onward until they grasp
the end of the vaginal invader, still humming away, and with a
sudden motion and a slurping "pop" the infernal buzzing imitation
male engine was out of her love canal and buzzing in clear air.
Then it stopped.

The fingers returned, this time at the base of her upward pointed
sweat coated back.  They marched through the field of sweat to
the crack of her behind and spread the cheeks of her buttocks
ever wider as they progressed toward her anus where they stopped
at the anal invader, humming away in her innards.  As before,
there was a sudden motion, followed by a much less slurping but
still wet sounding "pop" and the rear imitation male invader was
heard in clear air and then ceased it buzzing noise.

The fingers returned to her under belly and with them the obvi-
ously large hands of their owner.  They reached under her from
behind and between her wide spread legs and began to rub and
massage her lower belly below the wide restraining belt, where
her muscles hurt so badly.  They kneaded and massaged and ad-
vanced slowly down into her pubic hair and then turned sideways
and began to massage her inner thighs at the juncture of her sex,
working ever away and back toward the knees.

As she hung there in midair, Linda thought about that big hand
balling into a fist and the other hand spreading her wide open as
the fist moved ever forward into her wet, well used, abused and
stretched vaginal passage until the rigid, balled hand was rammed
tightly and thoroughly up inside her stretched passage beyond the
wrist and the hand was uncurling to allow the fingers to caress
the mouth of her smooth cervix and massage the walls of her
insides.  But the hands retreated and the silence returned once
again.  Now ALL she could hear was her heart pounding and her
breath whistling through the stainless steel iron ring in her
mouth and past her lips.

Then, after a long wait, the fingers returned, this time to place
the ball gag into the stainless steel ring inside her mouth, and
then buckle it tightly behind her sweat soaked head, over her
matted hair.  When she had felt it approaching her mouth, she had
ovaled her lips and tried to wrap them around the edges of the
ball, but the straps drew the corners of her mouth back and
prevented that entirely.  The fingers moved upward on the back of
her head which, like her back, faced upward toward the ceiling,
not backward, and they found the buckle of her blindfold.  Ten-
derly they unbuckled the leather blindfold and lowered it from
her eyes.  She looked downward and saw the white mat and the
bottom arc of one of the stainless steel rings in her field of
vision.  To the right side she could see a pair of large, obvi-
ously male, bare feet, with leather pant legs extending up from
them.  She could see nothing else.

The huge stainless steel "mounting ring" had shuddered as its
attached, totally suspended and totally encased sweating, twenty
year old female's body reacted to what its mind finally regis-
tered and began to protest.

LINDA WAS MOUNTED, SPLAYED OUT AND SPREADEAGLED, FACE DOWNWARD,
ON THE MAJESTIC AND OMINOUSLY BEAUTIFUL "RINGS" --- WITH HER
SWEATING SPREAD SEX TOTALLY EXPOSED AND OPEN --- THEY HAD BECOME
HER "MOUNTING RINGS"!!!

As Linda leaned back in the dressing table chair, panting and her
heart pounding, she propped her feet up on the table and closed
her eyes to savour the memory of her shock and surprise in that
fateful basement room in the Parkersburg whores den that night
(or was it now DAY?).

Linda, sitting in the dressing room in a Go-Go bar, contemplated
with anticipation, the memory of what she had next experienced in
that long, long ago and far away time.


Part 1 - Chapter 3

Linda Meets the Handsome "Master of the `Rings'"

Suspended from her "Maiden's Frame" of Stainless Steel in a host
of tight leather straps, Linda had observed that the white, vinyl
matted floor looked to be about four or five feet below her,
though that observation didn't really matter much since she was
helplessly suspended, face down with that pair of bare male feet
and leather encased legs off to her right, toes pointing toward
her, and there was NOTHING she could do about it but LOOK.  The
ball gag was back in her mouth, seated in her obscenely propped
open mouth (damn that ring had hurt her mouth!), and she was
again speechless as well as immobile.

Suddenly, the bare feet and legs moved and she heard another one
of those "Clicks".  She could feel her head begin to lower toward
the floor and her feet rise toward the ceiling as her immobilized
body began to rotate about her middle.  The floor and it's gleam-
ing, white, vinyl mat came ever closer to her head as her "mount-
ing ring" rotated in a wide, downward circle and her sweat
drenched hair started to hang downward over the straps that bound
the stainless steel ring and the ball tightly and painfully into
her mouth.  She focused her eyes on the stainless steel arc of
the outside ring that passed at 90 degrees to her body, below her
and, soon, the intersecting ring was out of her field of view as
her head passed above it.

Her body paused as the rotating motion ceased for a while.  Linda
gazed outward across the black vinyl walled room with its white
vinyl matted floor and, for the first time, saw a large door at
the far end of the room, also vinyl covered and now closed tight,
sealing her and her sexual tormentor in the room alone, all by
themselves, or so she had presumed.

In her upsidedown position she could see a portion of the mir-
rored ceiling at the far end of the room and not much else.  The
room, in that direction was plain and very blank.  Hanging there
in the tight, all encasing stainless steel frame, her legs
splayed out and spreadeagled toward the mirrored ceiling near
which her stretched and pointed leather encased feet pointed
their equally stretched , tightly tensioned pointed toes, Linda
strained to look upwards from just above white floor along the
sweating, smooth plane of her suspended, naked body, through
heaving, sweat covered breasts.  Her arms, equally spreadeagled
and splayed out, pointed their extended and leather entrapped
fingers toward the white expanse of the soft looking vinyl matted
floor.  The huge steel rings were nowhere in sight, nor was her
sexy attendant whom she had yet to behold in full.  She remem-
bered that she had been confused and fearful as the familiar
objects she had seen previously were no where to be found in her
field of vision.

The blood rushed to her head and she could feel her face becoming
flush as it drained downward from her legs and lower body (which
were upward, now) into her downward pointed head, arms and upper
body.

As the terror mounted and her strained mind raced, (thinking
about being suspended this way indefinitely), her body began to
slowly rotate once more, arcing around in the same direction.  As
her obscenely spread legs began to rotate downward back behind
her and her outstretched arms began to rise, more and more of the
mirrored ceiling came into view, and with it an ever increasing
panorama of the total room and it's contents as revealed by the
ever present and growing mirror above her.  As her face rose in
that steady arcing motion, she glimpsed her first view of her
upper body in the mirrored ceiling and promptly inhaled a huge
quantity of air through her flared nostrils.  The bizarre sight
stunned her into a numbing realization of her total predicament.

She was indeed spreadeagled obscenely, and in a stainless steel
frame that outlined her body with wide straps binding her tightly
to it.  The frame, in turn, was connected to one of the huge
gimbaled rings by stainless steel chains that passed through D-
Rings welded to the edge of the frame and extended outward from
the frame and her body to the circumference of the ring where
they were attached to D-Rings welded to her "mounting ring" at
regular intervals.  Her spreadeagled body was, indeed, the focal
point of a series of radial chains except that there were none
between her spread arms and their pointed fingers.  As her body
slowly rotated to a horizontal, face up, position, she noted that
there also were no gleaming chains between the ninety degree
spread of her legs, thus, leaving her obscenely displayed sex,
open and vulnerable in the apex of her widely splayed legs.
OBSCENE, she had though.  Sexually degrading and totally obscene!
As she slowly exhaled and gazed with continued amazement at her
outstretched, strapped and encircled body in its present helpless
horizontally face up position, she got her first glimpse of the
owner of the sexually teasing and strong fingers that had put her
through her paces earlier; AND --- the owner of that now "well
serviced" male member that had so recently enjoyed the deepest
reaches of her very talented mouth to its fullest.

He was standing outside the ring between her hugely spread legs,
his hands resting on the gleaming "mounting ring" that held her
spread horizontally looking face up --- staring resolutely back
at her in the overhead mirrored ceiling.  His pale blue eyes met
Linda's eyes for the first time and he smiled.  From what she
could see in the mirrored ceiling, he was partially bald with
sandy, light brown hair, a full but neatly trimmed beard with the
broadest shoulders and biggest chest she had seen on a man in a
long long time.  He had on a pair of tight, full length leather
pants, otherwise he was naked and extremely well tanned.

Her "Mounting Ring" was at a level even with his smooth, almost
hairless chest, just about in front of his nipples.  In his right
hand, resting up on her "Ring" was a black box of some sort.

She saw him press the box with his finger and instantly there was
one of those "Clicks" and her body and the "Mounting Ring" start-
ed to rotate horizontally in a counter clockwise direction.  As
she and the ring slowly rotated she got yet another quick glance
at the dimly lit black wall behind her bare chested, sexy tormen-
tor; that equipment laden wall with all the bondage and punish-
ment equipment shelved and hanging on it --- and then it had
rotated out of her field of view.

She kept her eyes locked on his in the mirrored ceiling as she
slowly swung around in a half circle, until finally, the top of
her head was pointed directly at him and he was between her
ninety degree outstretched arms, although still outside her
"Mounting Ring".  She heard a "Snap", saw his finger move up off
the black box and felt her motion cease.  He took his eyes off
hers and ducked under the ring between her arms and gazed down
into her eyes directly.  "God he's handsome", she remembered
having thought as she gazed up into his pale blue eyes.  His eyes
sparkled and seemed to smile down at her.  He raised his empty
left hand and brushed his finger tips gently across her leather
restrained forehead and back up into her sweat matted and coated
hair.  Then he lifted his hand forward and ran a finger from the
tip of her nose along it's length up between her eyes and across
her forehead into her hair and then lifted it off her head and
let his arm drop to his side.

He ducked back under the "mounting ring" and walked to the dimly
lit, ominous, equipment wall which was almost out of her view.
She heard something rattling and, soon, he returned with a
wheeled cart with drawers in it and some bottles on top of it.
Some of the bottles had what looked like those hospital straws in
them --- the ones that bent in the middle as they came up out of
the bottles.  He reached under her head and unfastened her ball
gag strap, then slowly lifted the gag up out of her mouth.  Then
he reached over toward the side of her face and undid the strap
that held that painful, ever hurting stainless steel ring behind
her teeth, resting against the roof and bottom of her mouth and
propping it obscenely open.  As the strap loosened, he lifted it
upward.  She cooperated by opening her mouth as wide as she
possibly could.  In the mirror, she saw the strap and ring ar-
rangement begin to rise out of her mouth.  When it was gone, she
closed her mouth, for the first time in hours and hours, and
sighed a great sigh of relief.  She looked up into the mirror and
saw he was smiling back at her.  She started to open her mouth to
speak, but he frowned and put his finger  vertically upright in
front of the center of his lips.  She heard no sound, but under-
stood the gesture for "be quiet".

As she watched him in the mirrored ceiling, he reached down and
took one of the strawed bottles off the cart top and raised it up
along side her face.  He pointed the straw down toward her mouth
and she took it between her lips and sucked on it.  Cool fluid
flowed into her mouth and toward her throat.  She swallowed and
sucked more liquid up through the straw, back down through it's
bent elbow, through her pursed, sucking lips, into her mouth and
then down her thirsty throat into her belly.  She stared directly
into his eyes the whole time and he stared back, smiling.

Finally, she heard a gurgling sound coming from the bottle and
the fluid ran out.  He removed the straw from her lips, returned
the bottle to the cart top and picked up another one, repeating
the previous process.

After four bottles had been exhausted, he ceased feeding her in
this strange way.  Each of the four bottles of liquid she had
consumed had a different taste.  Two of them tasted like Gato-
rade.  The other two tasted somewhat like a milk shake.  She was
about to thank him when the ball gag suddenly appeared in his
hand in front of her face and he pressed it firmly into her mouth
and buckled the straps tightly behind her head.  He stepped back
and, simultaneously, she heard another "Click".  Slowly her feet
and toes descended and her head rose as it moved upward and
forward; upward toward the other stainless steel ring which arced
majestically over- head, a pin emanating from it's outer edge up
into the mirrored ceiling.  As her head approached the ring she
lost sight of it, but not before she realized that is was at
least two inches thick and round in cross section.  "Pretty
sturdy", she had thought.  "I wonder why so big and thick?"
(Later, Linda would find an answer to her silent question --- an
answer she would never forget and the recollection of which would
do strange, sexually gratifying things to her submissive body as
it struck terror into her very soul in the years to come).

There was a "Snap" and she stopped moving, stretched, NOW, from
floor to ceiling, upright and grossly spreadeagled as her leather
encased finger tips stretched toward the ceiling and her out-
spread legs and their leather encased toes pointed toward the
floor.  As she had been rising, her handsome, blue eyed, bearded
and silent tormentor had appeared in front and slightly below her
eyes.  She could once again see the black vinyl covered door and
its receiving wall which was behind the handsome stranger who was
now facing her.  He bent over at the waist and then stood up and
stepped backward.  As he moved farther back she saw that he was
dragging a half circle portion of the mat.  He dropped it and
returned, repeating the previous maneuver and dragging another
half circle of white mat back and dropping it.  As he walked back
toward her, he angled off to her right.

Linda heard a noise over her head, but with her head anchored in
the frame in an upright position perhaps two or three feet below
the ceiling, she was unable to see where the noise originated.

He came back into her field of view and stood placidly in front
of her gazing slightly upward into her eyes.  He smiled, reached
forward toward her with his right hand and inserted his fingers
in the crack of her sex and spread her wide open.  He looked back
up into her eyes from but couple of feet away and smiled at her.
She understood.  Embarrassed she tightened her bladder muscles
and a golden stream began to flow profusely until, about a minute
or two later, she was empty and it died to a dribble.  He re-
leased her spread nether lips, turned his palm up and patted them
gently, stepped back, then moved off again toward her right.  She
heard a squeaking noise and, suddenly, a fine spray of warm water
descended from the ceiling above her head and upward from the
floor below, totally engulfing her in it's cooling mist.  He
returned and stood in front of her as the water misted downward
and shot upward to bathe and cleanse her bound, strapped, rigged
body.  The water grew warmer until it was soothingly hot as it
struck her body and the ran down in rivers toward the floor.  He
walked back off to her right and returned with a small hose and
nozzle in his hand.  He aimed the nozzle at her and squeezed the
handle.  The stream of water that resulted hit her between her
outward thrust bare breasts, stinging a little, but not greatly.

Her bearded, handsome "attendant" played the stream downward
until it was striking her lower belly just above her pubic hair
and then he lowered it and let it massage her sex as he played it
up and down her crotch, kneeling down to assure that he got up
under it with the tingling, pleasant stream.  He arced the stream
down her left thigh and then back up across her hair covered
crotch and sex and down the right thigh.  He repeated the process
a half dozen times and then stood up and raised the stream up
across her under belly, across her ten inch wide belly restraint,
to the middle of her chest and then swung the stream outward
toward her right nipple where he gently circled the stream for a
minute and then moved across her chest to the left breast and
nipple and repeated the process.  Through all this, the mist
flowed from the ceiling down over Linda and the streams rose from
the floor to strike her legs and body.  The hot, soothing "bath"
went on for about ten minutes until he shut of the nozzle, walked
over to her right and the squeaking sound was heard once again
and the water ceased and the noise above her head repeated it-
self.

Linda, could not see herself in the mirrored ceiling in her
spreadeagled vertically upright position, but she had imagined
that she glistened with beads of warm water, all over her firmly
bound body.

She heard one "click" and then another one and her head began to
lower and her feet began to rise as she rotated clockwise at the
same time.  When the twin "Snaps" final sounded the cessation of
her downward and sideways rotating motions she was again horizon-
tal, face up, but cross ways with the long axis of the room
instead of lengthways.  The wall with all the very dimly lit
bondage and punishment gear was to her right and the door to her
left.

She looked up and could see her bearded "friend" standing by the
cart smiling back at her in the mirrored ceiling.  He wheeled the
cart over toward her head on the right and then opened a drawer
and began to remove objects from it and lay them on the top of
the cart.  He picked up what looked like a pair of forceps and a
long thin needle-like shaft, ducked under the her "mounting
ring", and suddenly his face appeared above and behind her head
and he looked down at her and smiled.

His large hands and arms reached up along both sides of her head
to hover above her left breast, where his nimble fingers placed
the tips of the open forceps down over her left nipple and then
closed them tight over it from above.  A blinding burst of pain
hit Linda as her eyes beheld, in the over head mirrored ceiling,
her left nipple crushed between the jaws of the closed forceps.
In his right hand appeared an ominous long, hollow and pointed
needle.  He aligned the needle so that it was pointed at her left
nipple and the forceps from the direction of her right breast and
began to press it through an opening in the head of the tightly
clamped forceps.

LINDA WENT WILD WITH MOANING, GURGLING PROTESTS AND RUBBER BALL
STIFLED SCREAMS AS THE NEEDLE ADVANCED THROUGH THE HOLE IN THE
FORCEPS, THROUGH HER LEFT NIPPLE AND OUT THROUGH A HOLE IN THE
TIP OF THE FORCEPS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF HER CLAMPED NIPPLE AND
CONTINUED UNTIL IT WAS STICKING OUT OF HER NIPPLE AND THE FORCEPS
ABOUT TWO INCHES TOWARD HER LEFT, WITH THE REMAINING TWO INCHES
STICKING OUT ON THE OTHER SIDE.

As she regained her composure and the pain subsided slightly, she
stared in disbelief and fascination at her needle punctured
nipple.  A little drop of blood had appeared on either side where
the needle entered and exited her nipple at the tip or head of
the forceps.  She had heard of "nipple piercing", but never in a
million years would she EVER have believed that she'd EVER see
her nipple pierced as it now, quite obviously, was.  Nor would
she have EVER consented to such idiocy and destruction of her
fine, twenty year old figure.  She attempted every motion and
sound she was capable of to register her displeasure and disap-
proval to this sandy hairy, bearded, broad shouldered, tanned
SAVAGE who had just ruined her for life!

But he paid no attention to her and, instead, withdrew the needle
and inserted a stainless steel pin or shaft where the needle had
been, released it, and screwed a tiny little ball on the now
leftward protruding, bare threaded end of the shaft and took his
fingers off the shaft entirely when the little ball was firmly
screwed onto it.  He released the forceps, opened the jaws so
they were beyond the ends of tiny "barbelled" shaft through her
left nipple and withdrew them upward toward the ceiling in one
continuous motion.

Linda remembered having stared up into the ceiling and back down
at her pain engulfed left breast and the deeply reddened, tor-
tured nipple with the steel mini-barbell stuck through it right
to left across her and over her left breast.  It wasn't very big,
that mini-barbell, but it surely WAS --- THERE!

As she contemplated the new ornament in her left nipple, with an
ever  increasing, sickening feeling in the pit of her strapped
stomach, the hands and arms returned around the sides of her face
and the same forceps once again descended over her right nipple
and clamped down tight.  She went crazy with moans, gurgles,
rubber muffled protests and restrained "almost" motions as the
forceps tips closed and clamped and the long thin needle ap-
proached her RIGHT NIPPLE.  She was screaming and protesting to
high heaven, still, when the needle passed through her trapped
and now skewered right nipple and reappeared, heading toward her
left breast and the room went dark and everything went black.

When she came to, Linda remembered that she was in a head up,
feet down, vertical, position and it was quiet and very very dim
in the room, almost dark, but not quite.

SHE AWAKENED WITH A START! --- THE STRAPS THAT HAD HELD HER
RIGIDLY INTO THE "MAIDENS FRAME" WERE --- GONE!  THE DAMNEDABLE
STAINLESS STEEL RING AND THE BALL GAG WERE BACK IN HER MOUTH,
BOTH PROPPING IT WIDE OPEN AND PLUGGING IT TIGHT AT THE SAME
TIME.

She attempted to move her head and found she could roll it around
and that it was free to move in any direction she cared to move
it.  She lower her chin to her chest and looked downward.  There,
through each nipple, were those skewering "barbells" out on the
ends of her pert, small twenty year old breasts.  Had she not
looked, she thought, she probably would not have felt them there,
except for a very dull ache in each breast.  She also sensed the
same sort of "ache" between her legs in her crotch but she could
not see down there at all and the  mirrored ceiling was no help
at all in that regard, especially with it so dim, almost dark, in
the room.  She rolled her head backward and looked upward at the
ceiling and was startled to see her face looking back at her from
the mirrored ceiling between her widely out-stretched arms, which
were in the same position, but unrestrained except for her
gloved/mittened hands which now were wrapped around stainless
steel "trapeze rings" and buckled closed over the "trapeze rings"
to her palms.  The "trapeze rings" were, in turn attached to her
two inch thick outer "mounting ring" and several of it's spaced
D-Rings by clamps or  clips of some kind.  As she stared upward,
she realized that all the straps were gone and so was the
"maiden's frame" and she was suspended simply but effectively by
her gloved/mittened hands.  She pulled upward on her right leg as
she stared at herself and found that her feet were still encased
in leather, toes pointed and bound outspread as before to the
"mounting ring" or so she surmised.

As she gazed upwards into the mirrored ceiling she suddenly
realized that there was a new, small, stainless steel ring in
each ear, high up in the cartilage of each ear and --- OH MY GOD!
--- A SLIGHTLY LARGER STAINLESS STEEL RING IN HER NOSE LIKE SOME
SOUTH PACIFIC SAVAGE!  The shock of her realization and the
effect on her mind instantly caused tears to roll down her cheeks
and deep sobs to heave her body and her now pierced breasts.  As
she continued to stare upwards in utter disbelief, she saw that
her hair had been combed out and up into a ponytail on top of her
head and was thrust through a wide, tight leather band and braid-
ed over and around a stainless steel loop or ring just above the
leather band so that the top of her head was "crowned" by a
leather-ring-hair affair that now was as much a part of her head
as her own hair and just as attached by virtue of the fact that
her hair was bound into it and around it in an almost permanent,
tight fashion.  So tight, in fact, that she could feel the pull
of her hair upward by the leather strap and ring and it raised
her forehead and eyebrows in the process.

As she gazed upwards in increasing shock and dismay, her body
broke out in a running sweat.  She was now like a spreadeagled
"sex-freak" in some sex orgy show she had once heard about but
totally disbelieved as pure fantasy.  THIS WAS NO FANTASY.  She
could see and feel it, exceedingly well.  TOO WELL!  IT WAS LINDA
--- AND --- LINDA WAS --- "IT"!!!

As the awful realization of her altered state sunk in, the dam-
nedable "Click" sounded and she rotated backward, head going down
and feet coming up.  As the inner ring rotated she looked up into
the dim ceiling and observed herself thoroughly spreadeagled,
naked except for her restrained and stretched hands and feet,
rings in her nose, her ears, her nipples, and --- OH MY GOD, ---
RINGS IN HER PUSSY LIPS --- FOUR OF THEM --- TWO ON EITHER SIDE
OF HER SEX --- STAINLESS STEEL RINGS!!!

Her stainless steel mounting ring rotated her head backward to a
horizontal position and then continued to rotate until her head
was hanging straight down, her face toward the door end of the
room, she thought back and recalled, and then it continued to
rotate until she was once again horizontal, but face down, look-
ing at the floor, which now had no mat and was, in fact a terraz-
zo, shower-stall affair with a six inch curb around it to keep
the water in, she had supposed.

Her arms and legs tensioned and tractioned as the ring rotated
around in a circle so that her body weight was at first carried
by her arms and then by her arms and her legs as she was horizon-
tal and then by her legs alone.  And the ring kept slowly rotat-
ing and her head rose, once again toward the ceiling.  The rota-
tion continued for a long long time, she recalled, and she alter-
nated from right side up to upsidedown a number of times, each
time taking in more details of both her position and her now
pierced body.

As she approached an upright, head up, position after that long
series of "passes" around, she heard the ominous sound of the
door opening behind her and a series of leather on leather swish-
es that could only mean leather encased legs walking --- TOWARD
HER.  When her head reached a straight up position there was a
"Snap" and her "mounting ring" stopped.

As she listened to the swishing sounds behind her, the lights in
the room got brighter and brighter --- NO, NOT ALL OF THEM ---
JUST THE ONES SHINING ON THE WALL IN FRONT OF HER!!!

As she saw that black vinyl wall really clearly for the first
time, she inhaled sharply, her pierced nipples shuddered, her
heart began to pound like it was going to come out of her chest
and she threw her head back and forth with a frenzy over what she
beheld.

There, on what she had supposed was a storage place for straps,
gags, belts and other bondage and punishment gear were some of
the wildest things she had ever beheld in her life.  Whips of all
shapes and lengths and sizes --- single stranded and multiple;
Gags and hoods of every imaginable shape and form; Leather and
rubber body suits; Funny looking round rings with legs rising out
of the rings to an apex perhaps six to eight inches above them
and a thread steel shaft sticking back down through the apex
toward the center of the ring with a handle on the shaft above
the apex and a ring welded to the shaft below the apex, but above
the ring's center.

She turned her head from side to side taking in the black vinyl
covered wall's contents carefully.  There were paddles --- many
of them; some small, some large and some studded with wicked
looking steel studs.  There were rods and canes --- many of them.
And buckled straps buy the scores --- NO HUNDREDS!

And --- THERE WERE dildoS --- ARTIFICIAL MALE COCKS --- SOME SO
HUGE SHE HAD TO LOOK TWICE AND FOCUS CAREFULLY TO BE SURE SHE WAS
SEEING WHAT SHE WAS SEEING.

SOME OF THEM LOOKED TO BE THREE OR FOUR INCHES IN DIAMETER AND A
FOOT AND A HALF OR TWO FOOT LONG! --- AND SOME OF THEM HAD THREAD
STEEL SHAFTS STICKING OUT WHERE THEY NORMALLY WOULD BE ATTACHED
TO THE MALE BODY!!!  MANY OF THEM HAD MEAN LOOKING KNOBS ALONG
THEIR FLESH TONED LENGTHS!

And over in one corner of the wall were a whole series of nipple clamps, breast bands and lead or steel weights hanging ominously
from their hooks.  She'd seen these things in catalogs and
laughed about it --- THEN!  Now she stared at them in almost
disbelief and a huge shudder rippled through her body.

Looking down at the floor in front of the wall she saw tripod
devices galore with cranks on them to raise and lower their
shafts rising up through their centers to a top or receiving head
that was always pierced with a threaded hole to receive a thread-
ed shaft.  Her head turned toward the huge male cocks and then
back toward the tripods, back and forth several times, and as she
put the two devices together in her mind she began to buck and
twist in her bonds inside the mounting ring and scream into her
rubber ball gag and receiving steel ring with utter terror as she
pictured the huge rubber cocks being mounted on the tripods and
screwed up into her cunt and her ass --- deep into them until
they had disappeared inside her, spreading her and ripping into
her as they sunk deeper and deeper and deeper into her most
private parts to invade her expanded innards.

"HI, BITCH!!!  HOW DO YOU LIKE MY `SEX TOYS' --- SLAVE?"

Hilda had strolled into view off on her right and then around in
front of her, staring up into her face and smirking.  She wore a
leather --- NO! --- IT WAS RUBBER! --- GLEAMING, SLICK LATEX! ---
body suit that covered her from head to toe, except that it had
no crotch and it had holes through which her breasts projected
obscenely.  Her face was made up in such a way that she looked
like a witch --- NO, LIKE A FEMALE VERSION OF SATAN HIMSELF!

Part 1 - Chapter 4

Mistress Hilda and "friends" take charge of Linda.

As Linda stared helplessly and hopelessly downward at the sneer-
ing version of her personal Satan, a female version in the person
of the evil incarnate, Hilda --- MISTRESS HILDA --- she shuddered
and started to buck and scream, but, of course, she moved little
in her bound upright spreadeagled position and only gurgling,
muffled, moaning sounds and snorts of terror filled breath came
out of her ring and ball gag plugged mouth from (and through) her
cheeks, throat and nose.

Hilda smiled up at her, cunningly, and, very slowly and deliber-
ately, her cruel right hand extended forward, grasp the ends of
the tiny "bar-bell" skewering Linda's left nipple --- SHE TWISTED
IT NINETY DEGREES CLOCKWISE --- and the pain shot through Linda's
breast and radiated across her chest, taking her breath away in a
quick, spontaneous, gasp.

Hilda's fingers released and the streaking pain radiated outward
once more as the tiny "bar-bell" and its skewered nipple snapped
back to a "normal" position.  Hilda reached down under Linda's
crotch and tugged fiercely at the stainless steel rings in her
outer sex lips --- one at a time --- and, --- again, --- Linda
gasped, --- FOUR MORE TIMES.

"AND WHAT HAVE WE, HERE, MY PRETTY LITTLE WHORE?  HAS THE HAND-
SOME MEAN BEARDED MAN PROVIDED YOU WITH SOME `JEWELRY' TO WEAR
FOR HIM, MY PRETTY, HELPLESS --- SLAVE?"  Hilda had literally
spat out and up into Linda's face.

Linda turned her head away toward her right arm, spreadeagled
upward such as it was, as she tried to avoid the evil eyes of
Mistress Hilda and the sight of her rubber covered, obscenely
(very obscenely!) displayed body with it's white tits and hairy
pussy sticking out from openings in the tight, form fitting
rubber suit.

"LOOK AT ME --- YOU GODDAMN WHORE!!!" Hilda screamed.  But Linda
kept her head turned sideways and stared, instead, at her arm and
the arc of the huge ring beyond that held her so totally spread,
so grossly in bondage and so helpless before this fearful,
screaming, satanic bitch.

"LOOK AT ME! --- YOU FUCKING WHORE!" screamed Hilda.

But Linda persisted and her head stayed turned ninety degrees to
her right, totally avoiding Hilda's eyes.

"OK, HAVE IT YOUR WAY, CUNT!" Linda heard Mistress Hilda say as
she walk away across the white padded mat, away from Linda,
toward the fearful wall.  Linda visualized in her mind where the
various pieces of "equipment" were on the wall as she listened to
Hilda walk away.  Linda quickly determined that Hilda was headed
straight for the section that had all the breast punishment
devices hanging from it.  nipple clamps, weights and the like.
But Linda absolutely refused to look to see what Mistress Hilda
was doing, or rather, what she MIGHT be "getting" from that
treasure trove small but highly effective "punishment" devices
designed specifically and especially to inflict maximum pain and
suffering on its female victim through the constant and excruci-
ating application of continuous pain to the female breast and its
nipple; the most potentially sexually demeaning devices in the
horrifying and mind boggling collection that now was displayed in
front a helplessly naked and spreadeagled Linda whose breasts
were bared and whose nipples were pierced with the ever present
tiny "barbell" devices!

The feet padded back across the mat and onto the terrazzo area
beneath Linda's suspended, tortured, and extensively pierced
hanging and aching body.  A hand reached up past her turned face
and head and grabbed the big ring around which Linda's hair was
so tightly braided stretched tight; and in one swift motion,
Linda's chin was yanked around to face her tormentress and then
slammed downward unto Linda's naked chest and held tightly in
that position by the straining female arm pulling down on Linda's
ponytailed, ringed hair.

"NOW, YOU DISOBEDIENT BITCH --- YOU CAN DO IT --- MY WAY!"

And no sooner had the words left her tormentress' mouth than a
small steel wired loop was drooped from above over her right
nipple and its nipple piercing "bar-bell" until it was around and
under both and then yank back upward so the small braided wire
"loop" came up swiftly and firmly under her right nipple and was
trapped under the "bar-bell", yanking both firmly upward.  Mis-
tress Hilda fed the other looped end of the fine wire "choker"
through Linda's stainless steel nose ring and pulled the loop at
the tiny wire "chokers" "loose end" down to Linda's left nipple
and it's piercing "bar-bell".  The evil Hilda's free hand pressed
Linda's left breast and nipple severely upward as the other hand
dropped the wire "Choker Loop" over the left nipple and piercing
"bar-bell".  Hilda swiftly and savagely released and dropped both
the wire device with it's nipple encircling loops and Linda's up
stretched left breast.  With a severe and excruciating jolt,
Linda's pierced nipples were entrapped and strangled by the tiny,
encircling wire loops at the ends of the thin wire device now
strung through her nose piercing ring as both nose and nipples
were tensioned toward each other by a barely visible and strange
upsidedown wired "V"!

Linda gazed down at her tensioned nipples as they were pulled
upward toward her down turned face and nose piercing ring.  She
could see the single strand of wire rising upward from her tits
and through her nose ring as she stared cross-eyed at the sight
of it all.  She started to rear back her head to scream.  Blind-
ing pain hit her nose and the nipples on her upward stretched
breasts, simultaneously.

QUICKLY, LINDA SQUASHED HER ALREADY MASHED CHIN INTO HER CHEST
AND ATTEMPTED TO TURN HER HEAD SIDEWAYS AND AWAY FROM THE GLAR-
ING, GLOATING GRIN AND PIERCING EYES OF A VINDICTIVE HILDA!
LINDA'S LEFT NIPPLE AND BATTERED, UPWARD STRETCHED, LEFT BREAST
SHOT RIVERS OF PAIN THROUGH HER PUNISHED CHEST AND LINDA
STRAIGHTENED HER CHIN, DOCILELY, TO A FORWARD AND TIGHT DOWNWARD
POSITION WHERE SHE HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO VIEW THE SMIRKING HILDA,
WITH TWO EXCRUCIATINGLY STRETCHED AND TORTURED NIPPLES AS A
FOREGROUND "DISPLAY"!  LINDA'S NIPPLES!!!

"Until you learn to obey me, my strung up, fucking, slave, whore,
you WILL do what I tell you to do and WHEN I tell you to do
it!!!" hissed Hilda --- MISTRESS Hilda --- back up into Linda's
now downward staring, weeping eyes.  "You move your fucking,
pretty, little, stubborn head now, you goddamn, bitch, and you'll
tear your nipples right off your chest or rip the fucking stain-
less steel nose ring right out of your nose --- OR BOTH!!!  From
now on, bitch, you get to watch EVERYTHING I DO TO THAT BODY OF
YOURS --- or walk around without a nipple for the rest of your
life --- DO YOU UNDERSTAND, SLAVE?"

Linda started to nod her head up and down, beaten and cowering,
but the pain started to wrack both nipples and she ceased.
Laughing obscenely, Hilda reached down and thrust a long nailed
finger deep into Linda's splayed sex hole.  Learning, quickly,
Linda simply grunted and broke out in an ever increasing cold
sweat --- despite the fact that the temperature in the room had
to be between ninety to a hundred degrees --- at least.  The
finger probed and twisted inside Linda's tortured hole as it
curled and raked the tender sides of this well used and now,
abused, slippery passage.  And then the intruding finger was
unceremoniously removed, rubbing Linda's obscenely split and
spread sex lips raw and digging a furrowed trench in it's en-
closed valley as it slide out and upward through the valley, past
the four sets of stainless steel rings and tore up into and
through the fleshy "V" that supposedly "protected" Linda's clit,
causing screaming, blinding, gut wrenching pain to streak down-
ward through Linda's lower belly and back up the stretched cheeks
of her sweating ass.  The wicked, long nailed finger stopped at
Linda's navel where it punched inward.

"NOW, MY PRETTY, WE KNOW WHO'S BOSS AROUND HERE, DON'T WE?" Hilda
said in a low evil voice --- and the punching finger withdrew.

Hilda's eye's were staring upward at Linda's from about two or
three feet below --- glaring at her with an incarnate evil Linda
had never ever seen in anyone before in her life.  She'd heard
tales about this bitch and her whore taming tricks, but she had
always discounted them as bullshit.

"THIS CERTAINLY WAS --- NOT --- BULLSHIT --- THIS EVIL FACE IN
FRONT OF HER SCREWED DOWN CHIN AND SKEWERED AND STRETCHED TO THE
FUCKING LIMIT NIPPLES --- GOD NO! --- IT WASN'T BULLSHIT! --- IT
WAS SO FUCKING REAL IT WAS ALMOST UNREAL!" Linda had thought
wearily as she tried to look back docilely and humbly to avoid
more pain.

Linda's fear got the best of her as she let loose a tortured moan
and pissed all down her legs onto the white gleaming terrazzo
floor.

"You little `chicken shit' whore," Hilda screamed shrilly.  "I've
barely begun and already you're pissin' your pants!"

"What pants?" Linda remembered having thought --- "I'm stark
fucking naked and strung up like a side of beef, you asshole,"
she had thought.

Such thoughts, unbeknown to Linda, would soon be a "thing of the
past"!  Soon the formerly stubborn and defiant Linda would give
and do anything --- ANYTHING AT ALL! --- to satisfy MISTRESS
HILDA'S smallest request --- INSTANTLY!!!

And the "conditioning process" through which THAT transition was
accomplished --- COMMENCED SWIFTLY THEREAFTER! --- Linda re-
called.  A horrifying, unbelievable "condition process" that
Linda simply never once dreamed was possible, --- in any female
--- ANYWHERE! --- SHE HAD BEEN SADLY WRONG!

As she stared down at Hilda --- "Mistress Hilda" --- Linda saw
three equally obscene, rubber encased female bodies walk into her
field of view.  Two were stunning knockouts, very tall and EX-
TREMELY WELL ENDOWED, and the other was small boned and small
breasted, like Linda.  They all wore the same wildly obscene
rubber body suits; carbon copies of Hilda's.  Each looked sexy
and mean as hell itself, especially the small one; each meaner
than any man or group of men Linda had ever met, known or even
seen in her young life --- a fact that was not then obvious, but
in minutes, would be GOSPEL to beaten, broken and sobbing Linda.

The four slick and tightly rubber encased females began to rub
their hands over Linda's body; all over it --- and it was then,
and only then, that Linda realized someone had totally oiled her
entire body as the hands slipped and glided around over her
curves as they punched, probed, stretched and teased her ---
everywhere; someone had oiled her with perfumed oil that only now
reached her senses through her downward tensioned nose ---
"Shalamar!" Linda thought.  "My favourite perfume!"

She had once loved that smell --- BUT NOT NOW --- NO WAY AT ALL!
HOW SHE HATED IT.  THE SMELL OF IT WAS EVERYWHERE THAT NIGHT (or
was it NIGHT?) and that smell was, today, years later, something
that made her blood run cold and her tits and pussy ache all at
the same time.  The memory of what had happened to her that night
while she was coated from head to foot with Shalamar scented oil,
the remaining pierced portions of her present day body, and the
scars on both her body and her mind made her shudder and shake,
leaning back in that chair in the little lounge in a south end
shopping center.

Linda thrust her hand down under her pale blue bikini dancing
pants and started to play with herself and stroke her sex and
it's cleft valley between the solid gold rings as she leaned back
further in the chair and let her mind drift again.  "IT'S GOING
TO HAPPEN TO ME AGAIN!!!" she thought.  And as she her mind
drifted back, her body shuddered and the open bottle of Shalamar
on the dressing table wafted it's scent up to her sensitive
nostrils --- "Oh God, it IS happening again!"  And as she stroked
deeper and more painfully beneath her now stretched pants as her
right hand worked on her sex and played incessantly with the four
small solid gold rings in her outer sex lips and her left hand
darted under the bikini top to pinch and pull her nipple and it's
solid gold ring, she rose higher and higher in her sexually
tormented state as the memories flowed back into her mind.

Back to where it had all begun --- strung up helplessly, totally
naked, spreadeagled on a gleaming large stainless steel ring, her
nose firmly attached to her stretched hurting breast and their
pierced nipples and her mouth of her sex beginning to dilate
wider and wider as the pure sexual torment, and the fear and
anticipation of more of it, dulled her brain and turned her
whore's body into a gross sexual plaything for four obscenely
clothed women who stood in front of her, tormenting her endlessly
with their searching, probing, and VERY KNOWLEDGEABLE fingers.

These four knew precisely where to touch her and how; they did it
with a passion, and with obvious great pleasure to themselves, as
they whispered back and forth to each other and stared into
Linda's fearful and now lust-glazed eyes.  The attentive minis-
trations of their eight knowledgeable hands with their combined
FORTY STROKING, CARESSING FINGERS GLIDING OVER HER OIL SLICK SKIN
and the pain of her pierced, suspended, outstretched body, cou-
pled with the sight of her upward stretched nipples and their
tormenting wire passing through an aboriginal ring in her nose,
finally had driven Linda into the wildest orgasm she had ever
experienced up to that time.  (Later, during that session, and
others, she would go even farther and higher, as she became more
dependent on pain to bring her pleasure --- but at that moment,
she didn't really understand any of it and in her induced and
forced, onrushing flight to becoming a TRUE FEMALE SUBMISSIVE who
glories in being humiliated and sexually punished to obtain the
highest possible sexual satisfaction --- an orgasmic frenzy of
unreasoning pain and pleasure stirred into one big boiling pot in
her burning, convulsing sex and her twisted stretched tits ---
she became Linda, the female sexual submissive, and sex slave to
any person or persons who discovered the key to her downfall and
dared to insert that key in the right "places" and TURN LINDA
"ON".)

As the orgasm died away, the pain in her tits came screaming back
like a freight train.  SHE HAD BEEN PURPOSEFULLY PULLING UPWARD
ON HER NIPPLES WITH THE WIRE THROUGH HER NOSE RING UNTIL THEY NOW
WERE STRETCHED UPWARD TO THE LIMIT AND THE WIRE LOOPS WERE BURIED
IN THE UNDERSIDE OF HER GROSSLY STRETCHED, PIERCED NIPPLES.

Linda dropped her chin quickly to her chest and gazed outward and
upward at the same time.  All four women were over at the wall
full of strange and not so strange devices, talking and fingering
various items as they pointed and gestured toward Linda.

One of them, the small one, turned and walked toward Linda with a
vicious, slippery looking long, many stranded whip in her hand.
The coal black, fearful looking flogger had at least a dozen
rawhide appearing strands dangling from it, perhaps three and
maybe four feet long.  In the rubber encased little bitch's other
hand was the mysterious "black box" with the buttons.

Linda heard the "CLICK" and felt her "mounting ring" and prison
begin to very slowly rotate around it's vertical pinned shafts in
the ceiling and the floor.  Another "CLICK" and it doubled it's
rotational speed --- and yet another and it's speed doubled once
again --- until all Linda saw was wall, door, wall and then a
display of mind numbing, fearful, bondage, discipline, and sexual
punishment gear; and, of course, the four MASTERFULLY dressed
bitches and then around came the wall, then the door, then the
other wall and then the bitches and their fearful backdrop, once
again.

And then --- with little or no warning --- HER "UNUSUAL" FLOGGING
BEGAN!

A swishing sound, a blinding field of pain on her outer right leg
and then inner right thigh.  A quick, slippery tugging retreat of
the pain inflicting rawhide back out from inside her thigh and
across her outer leg as the rotating, gimbaled ring freed her,
very painfully, from those rawhide lashes.  Another full rota-
tion, and another and no repeat.  And then a blinding, searing
pain around her waist and the same mind bending oily, rasping,
rubbing retreat.

As she came around toward her small, rubber encased, sexy, female
tormentor, the bitch was staring out at Linda's hair cover crotch
--- and then the ring rotated three hundred and sixty degrees and
Linda saw the little bitch drawing back the whip so that the
multiple lashes were dragging backward along the floor to the
bitch's side --- and another three hundred and sixty degrees of
rotation and Linda saw, ever so plainly, the backward cocked
whip, as Linda waited and shuddered in fearful anticipation of
what would come next.  Another complete rotation and --- NOTHING
HAPPENED --- ANOTHER --- AND ANOTHER!  STILL NOTHING!

And, as Linda started to relax and her body rotated a half turn
away from the whip wielding, obscenely dressed, small breasted
slim woman --- BITCH MISTRESS! --- the plain ended thongs of the
oily whip appeared magically and terrifyingly before Linda's
disbelieving and horrified eyes, out of NOWHERE, sticking out in
front of and between Linda's hugely spread legs and then slashed
and curled swiftly upward from below across her underbelly to
spread across her shuddering stomach muscles --- and Linda's
split open and spread wide sex exploded in a wild burst of pure
unadulterated PAIN --- which screamed upward, following the oily
lashes across her underbelly and stomach --- and before the
original pain had even peaked, the sawing terror of the receding
thongs cut her pussy --- "NO, NOT HER PUSSY! --- HER SEX!!! ---
HER SEX! --- HER SEX! --- HER S-E-X!!!" her horrified mind cor-
rected --- down the very middle of a woman's most sensitive and
tender "valley" and most private "parts" the thongs slid --- as
the they bunched and rolled together and zipped through her
stretched open sex valley, tormenting the outer lips of her sex,
her steaming, vibrating, clitoris --- (which seemed --- NOW ---
like a giant, very exposed cock, protruding vulnerably from her
body) --- and rubbed the mouth of her vagina and her anal opening
absolutely raw --- as if there were no skin or membrane over any
of them.

Linda went berserk --- absolutely --- and completely WILD!

Her nipples screamed in pain and her nose screamed back at them
as her eyes flew open and stared with utter horror at the oily
black thongs as they quickly and slickly slipped back down her
belly and between her legs; with the pain rising and rising and
rising as they slip from the field of her stunned vision --- and
the bitch with the whip came back into view, as the slick whip
snaked back across the terrazzo onto the white gleaming mat and
then along side of the little monster's rubber encased leg.

Linda screamed her now unhinged mind away through her ever pun-
ishing stainless steel mouth ring and her rubber ball gag --- OR,
RATHER --- TRIED!!!

As her downward focused eyes and still numbed and disbelieving
mind stared in welded and meshed concert, downward at her tor-
tured, severely punished belly they saw outspread fingers of
angry red fire reaching out from her burning, tortured, hair
covered sex; welted tracks that exactly matched the rivers of
pain and agony that descended back down those fingers into her
imagined hugely protruding mini-cock, the outer and inner walls
of her splayed sex trench and along and into the very mouth of
her sex hole itself, then back up to her screaming anus --- and
as she stared breathlessly at her marred belly and burning,
tortured crotch, Linda rotated around and around and around ---
and the voluptuous bitch held the whip horizontal and out to the
side with an extended --- horizontal --- shoulder high arm ---
and then turned her big body and drew the arm slowly back toward
the wall full of additional tormentors and potential punishers
--- and Linda rotated, once more away from her --- and back
facing her where she saw the small, white breasted, open crotched
woman poised in readiness but still motionless --- and through
endless rotational cycles, it remained so --- as Linda gazed
outward trying to fathom what having all those slick rawhide
strands around her up stretched breasts would do to them --- AND
HER MIND!

As she rotated toward the door end of the room, the black, slick
strands flew out past her right side just below her armpit and
sailed around her up stretched breasts with a loud series of oily
"splats" and her chest literally turned to molten lava as the
fires of hell itself arrived unannounced --- and then the oily
strands slid back across their incoming paths, multiplying the
pain and the fire by a thousand fold as the two "lash trips" met
each other in her flattened, scorched and screaming breasts and
then slipped away leaving a series of flaming streaks, crossways
around her upper sexual appendages --- and Linda came back around
toward the panting bitch and her whip just in time to see it hit
the floor and streak upward, right between Linda's grossly
splayed legs as the pain exploded AGAIN! --- this time from her
screaming vaginal mouth up across her puckered equally screaming
anus and through the cheeks of her buttocks to spread across her
lower and middle back and then slickly and raspingly be renewed a
thousand fold as the lashes retreated down the crack of her
burning buttocks, across her tortured, fire filled anus and the
mouth of her widespread sex hole and then away once more --- the
pain in her breast and nipples had barely decreased when the whip
had hit her that quick second time --- and now, Linda burned
above and below at the same time --- BUT --- as she came around
toward the door --- the black snaking fingers of the now totally
oiled and greased lashes flashed into her stunned sight --- AGAIN
--- and streaked straight out from in between her legs before her
now bulging eyes and thoroughly believing mind --- and then
swiftly upward into her tormented sex valley and on upward to
exactly REPEAT that initial assault on a place no one whipped on
a WOMAN --- THEY JUST COULDN'T --- THEY SHOULDN'T --- LINDA'S
MIND SCREAMED --- and multiplied the pain what seemed like a
million fold!!!

As the slimy, oily strands hit her underbelly and stomach muscles
and then started back down on their screaming trip through her
split, spread sex, Linda's sexual core split wide open and the
oily strands caressed her upward into a blinding, mind numbing
orgasm, the likes of which she, in her wildest dreams, even as a
whore, never would have believed existed!

THE SEXUAL CONVULSIONS HIT HER EVERYWHERE AT ONCE, NOT JUST IN
HER TORTURED, REDDENED AND RAW SEX TRENCH.

AND SHE ACTUALLY FELT THE LIPS OF HER SEX PUCKER BACK AND HER
VAGINAL MOUTH STRETCH WIDE OPEN TO RECEIVE ITS "LOVER" INTO ITS
SPASMING EMPTY REACHES --- ALL THE WAY UP INTO HER INNARDS.

And as the huge steal ring rotated around to face the slim whip
wielding bitch --- IT SLAMMED TO A HALT IN FRONT OF THE BITCH AND
THE WALL --- AND MISTRESS HILDA, THE CONSUMMATE BITCH WITH THE
BIG BARE WHITE BREASTS, STEP INTO LINDA'S TERRAZZO "PIT" AND
RAMMED A HUGE, THREE INCH THICK, ARTIFICIAL COCK UP INTO HER
SPASMING VAGINAL MOUTH AND PUSHED IT FIRMLY UP THE DRIPPING WALLS
INTO LINDA'S INSIDES! --- and then leaned over and licked Linda's
skewered nipples, one at a time and smiled up at her in an ob-
scene, knowing, but really evil way --- a way that silently said:

"YOU'RE MINE --- SLAVE --- ALL MINE!!! --- I "OWN" YOU!!!"

And, indeed, she DID "own" this jerking, orgasming, sobbing and
broken "slave" whose streaked and pain wracked body now danced in
a groaning and swaying "mounting ring" as it unsuccessfully tried
to tear itself loose from its ever stretching prison --- wide
eyed and snorting in fear and orgasmic crescendo all at once.

And Linda? --- What had Linda actually and voluntarily done after
the unthought of and unimagined actually happened?

SHE GRIPPED THE HUGE COCK WITH ALL THE WHORE'S STRENGTH SHE HAD
IN HER GROSSLY STRETCHED TOTALLY VIOLATED WHORE'S CUNT --- AND
--- WENT HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER IN ORGASMIC ABANDON ---
until the room dimmed and faded away with Linda's mind centered
between her legs as her eyes glazed over and her spasming, jerk-
ing body literally took over and drove her into unconsciousness
and oblivion.

When she slowly returned to consciousness and some semblance of
awareness of her surroundings, she was gazing downward at a pair
of pale, blue, male eyes looking up from a bearded, tanned face!

There, framed in front of her angrily red streaked and welted
breasts and belly was her MALE sexual tormentor.  The handsome
"inventor" of her now obscenely pierced body --- a body that hurt
so much --- but especially in the reaches of her two most treas-
ured and high paying sexual attributes --- between her legs and
mounted on her chest!

Her nipples were still pierced --- but, NOW, with golden rings
through them --- AND --- her mouth ring and ball gag were gone
--- and she was splayed out as before --- facing the door end of
the room --- as the tanned savage stepped back out of the terraz-
zo floored pit and walked over to her right --- and the squeaking
sound reached her ears ("a soothing hot bath", her mind reasoned
--- "aaaaahhhh, how good!" it said) and the warm and then hot
water misted downward and sprayed upward toward Linda's tired,
stretched, aching body.

AND HER ONCE AGAIN TOTALLY DECEIVED AND ERRONEOUS MIND REBELLED
IN IT'S UNSPOKEN LIE --- AND HER MOUTH FLEW OPEN TO ACKNOWLEDGE
--- the screaming triple agonies in her sex and her two breasts
as they caught on fire once again --- and Linda looked down at
the kind face and the gentle smiling pale, blue, sexually excit-
ing, male eyes and screamed --- and screamed --- and screamed ---
for many many long tortured minutes! --- until her voice was so
horse she was reduced to babbling, sobbing, shuddering gasps and
begging and pleading whispers --- for what --- she had no idea
--- for the pain to go away, for one --- or the total sexually,
all encompassing, orgasmic crescendo to return --- it did not
matter --- but what she felt --- NOW! --- DID!!!  She wanted to
escape the pain in any way she could --- ANYWAY! --- AND TOTALLY!

The ring rotated backwards and as it did, the blue eyed, naked
--- YES, LINDA SUDDENLY REALIZED --- HE WAS STARK NAKED! ---
handsome hulk stepped over the rising ring and slowly advanced
toward her rising, screaming, raw sexual valley and core --- and
as it rose to meet his turgid, rigid outstretched sex organ,
Linda watched him slip into her aching sexually depleted body and
her rotating stainless steel captor of a ring halted with his
very large warm male engine sliding into her burning sex hole as
the water sprayed upwards and misted downwards to torment her
anew!

At first, Linda felt only pain and an ever burning sensation ---
and then, as he reached up and grasped her golden nipple rings
and pulled them upward, her mouth of her sex puckered ever inward
and began to involuntarily contract at its outer rim as Linda
felt the orgasmic surge coming back like an express train --- she
looked downward, through her upward stretched nipples in the
grasp of the rings and his fingers, through his large, hairy,
outstretched arms, along the length of her sloping, gleaming,
spread body at his large, warm male member sliding into her
depths and whispered in a deep,  throaty, sexy voice --- "OH, YES
--- OH, GOD! --- OH, PLEASE --- HURT ME --- PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
PLEASE --- HURT ME."

AND THE FIRE AND PAIN OF THE WATER STRIKING HER RAW SEXUAL AT-
TRIBUTES, HER STRETCHED PAIN RACKED NIPPLES, HER PENETRATED,
WARMING, WET AND SORE SEXUAL CANAL JOINED FORCES TO BRING HER
SCREAMING QUICKLY UPWARD TOWARD ANOTHER MIND BOGGLING TOTAL
ORGASM.

AND HE STEPPED BACK!!! --- RELEASING HER NIPPLE RINGS AND ---
SLIDING OUT OF HER STRETCHED --- WHORE'S CUNT!!!

HE STEP OVER THE RING AND BACK ONTO THE MATTED WHITE GLEAMING
FLOOR AS SHE SCREAMED ANEW AT HIM TO COME BACK.

"PLEASE --- OH GOD!!! --- PLEASE FUCK ME --- HURT ME --- DO
ANYTHING YOU WANT WITH ME --- BUT DON'T STOP --- NOT NOW!!!!! ---
PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!!"

THE PALE BLUE EYES STARED BACK AT HER IN THEIR GENTLE, KNOWING
WAY AS HE OPENED HIS MOUTH AND SAID --- "PLEASE `WHAT' --- LINDA
--- MY LITTLE TORMENTED --- SLAVE --- `W-H-A-T'?"

"WHAT IS MY NAME???"

Without thinking, Linda had screamed back --- "I DON'T KNOW YOUR
NAME!!!!  PLEASE --- FUCK ME! --- HURT ME! --- I NEED YOU ---
PLEASE!!!! --- I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME!!!!"

HE SMILED AT HER --- AND SAID --- "THINK, SLAVE --- T-H-I-N-K!!!"

Her mind clicked and she screamed back at him at the top of her
voice --- "MASTER!!! --- MASTER, PLEASE FUCK ME! --- MASTER,
PLEASE HURT ME!  MAKE ME SCREAM AND BEG AND CRY --- PLEASE,
MASTER!!!! --- PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!" And he stepped slowly back
over the downward sloping ring.

Part 1 - Chapter 5

Linda returns to the present --- "almost"!

As Linda withdrew her hands from her shaking body, seated before
the mirror on the small dancers' dressing table, she tried to
clear her mind of the thoughts of the tortured past and deal with
her present "situation" --- as well as the future.

But her mind wandered for just an instant to savour that fateful
introduction to a new sexual life and existence --- as it tried
to recreate the warm sexual sensations and mind controlling
legacy of expected and hoped for pain that always accompanied it
--- with the correct partner --- A MASTER!

Linda took her spread legs off the table top and set them on the
floor.  She glanced down at her wet hand and her stained bikini
briefs and reached into her dressing bag to get another of her
many revealing and hand made dancers' outfits.

She carefully retrieved them, placed them on the table and then
stood up and stripped the stained pants down her legs to the
floor.  As she stood up to unhook her bikini top she caught a
glance of her golden, shining four nether rings in the mirror and
as the top was removed from her breasts she stared at the two
shining upper rings reflected in the mirror in front of her.
Linda shook her head a little, shuddered, and threw the pale blue
outfit into the yawning, spread mouth of her open travel bag.

Hurriedly, she slipped into her extra black outfit, retrieved a
brush from her bag and straightened her hair and then pitched the
brush back into the bag and zipped it shut.

As she unlocked the dressing room door and came through it, she
saw B.J. dancing on the stage.  B.J. looked at Linda and raised
two fingers, telling her that this was her second song.  Linda
hurried to the juke box, arriving there as B.J.'s second song
ended and the third began.  Linda pitched the quarters into the
machine and, from memory, selected three song numbers on the
lighted numbered and lettered buttons --- then walked back to the
cash register on the end of the bar by the dressing room door.

Her deeply tanned, black hairy, tall, mustached Italian-American
boss, John, was ringing up a round of drinks as she approached
the register.

John looked up as Linda said:  "Have you given any more thought
about giving me a loan or an advance, John?"

"Sure, Linda."  John said, looking her straight in the eyes, "We
can WORK it out.  How much do you need?"

Linda didn't like the tone of his voice, but replied in a whis-
pered, low throaty, deep voice "Eight Hundred and Fifty Bucks ---
I know it's a lot, but the damn bank repo'ed my Firebird last
night --- the bastards hot wired it and drove it away in the
middle of the night --- I had to take a cab to work this after-
noon."

"That's a helluva a lot of money, Linda!" John said after whis-
tling lowly and, again, smiling at her.  "But, OK --- I'll do it
and you can work it off.  When you get through, we'll discuss it
--- AND THE TERMS AND CONDITIONS --- YOU'RE UP!  Hustle it,
girl!!!!"

"THANKS, BOSS!" Linda exclaimed as she came around the end of the
bar and mounted the stairs to the raised dancing stage in the
middle of the U-Shaped Bar.

"Don't thank me, babe --- you got to pay it back --- one way or
the other!" she heard him say as she hit the raised platform with
her bare feet, some eight steps above the sunken bar's floor.

The music started and Linda swung into action, glancing into the
mirror toward the other end of the bar.

"SHIT!" she thought --- "He's gone!"  The chair where the bearded
blue eyed stranger had been seated was now empty.  She glanced
quickly and searchingly around the room, but he was no where in
sight.  She looked back at the empty place at the bar and saw
that there were no drinks, cigarettes or bar napkins sitting
there and knew he had left while she was "recovering" in the back
dressing room.

She finished her three songs and wandered through the semi-filled
bar, from table to table, talking to some of the customers she
knew.  The rest of the shift went pretty fast as she sat with one
customer after another sipping their "gifts" to her, slowly, so
she wouldn't get plastered to the gills before dinner.  She
danced three more sets before seven o'clock rolled around and the
music and dancers ceased.  Within ten minutes, the place emptied
out with only about a handful of "regulars" still at the bar.

Linda was sitting next to one of them when John leaned over on
both of elbows, hands bracing his tanned face, and said "You got
a way home, Linda?"

"Nope," came the answer.

"Hhhmmmmmmm," came the pondering reply.  "Want'a work the night
shift?  I'm short two girls tonight".

Hell, "why not," Linda thought.  "Johnny's home taking care of
Tammara by now and I need the bucks --- besides, it's Friday
Night and the tips will be great --- as usual.  SURE! --- why
not? --- I don't have anything better to do," Linda told him.
"You given my 'request' any more thought?"

"Yah --- let's go get a pizza and talk about it, OK?" he said.

As he lifted his elbows up off the bar and walked away, she
watched his retreating back and thought to herself about the
tales she'd heard about this big, tanned, black haired, mus-
tached, "Italiano" lower middle aged operator.  He was alleged to
be one of the few sworn, blood "brothers" of the local "Mafioso"
--- a fact she could neither confirm nor deny from her personal
knowledge of him, which was negligible.  One thing --- he ran a
tight ship here in the lounge --- never letting anything get out
of hand, EVER and always checking the register.  He also spent a
great deal of his time talking with his customers and making them
feel like they belong in the place --- which is probably why this
little out of the way shopping center lounge was so damn popular.
The place did a hell of a business --- better that almost any
place she'd ever worked in before.

Linda excused herself, thanked her bar companion for the drink,
and as usual, left three quarters of it sitting there in the
glass as she walked around the end of the U-Shaped bar and into
the dressing room to change.

A little while later, she came back out carrying her travel bag,
dressed in black slacks and a loose pale blue silk looking blouse
and wearing a pair of brown sandals.  As she came through the
dressing room door she saw John standing behind cash register
talking to Jo Ellen, the bartender.

"I'm ready, boss!" Linda exclaimed.

"In a minute, Linda --- I gotta check Jo Ellen in first --- OK?"

Linda walked over and around the outside of the bar and headed
for the door.  Once outside, she took a deep breath of the fresh
spring air and looked out at the blinding sun sitting quite a
ways above the western horizon.  The light blinded her momentari-
ly after her almost four hours in the dimly lit lounge, but the
air felt GREAT as it replaced the stale smokey gunk that passed
for air inside that place.  She walked over and sat on the back
bumper of John's new Caddy, setting her bag down on the dull
asphalt parking lot as she did.

"What she'd really like to do," she thought, "was take a ride out
to Crooked Creek Lake and Dam, south of town, and sit on a dock
with her long, slender tanned legs and pale white feet in the
still cold spring time water."  But that'll have to wait for a
while until she got her Firebird back from the goddamn bank.

She'd still have it if Johnny hadn't have been laid off all
Winter, and she hadn't been so damn stubborn about going back to
work dancing.  The unemployment money just hadn't been enough to
cover everything, and despite her desire to stay home and take
care of her eight year old daughter, Tammara, Linda had finally
volunteered to go back to work at the only job she knew well ---
DANCING!  At first, Johnny wasn't at all happy about the idea of
her back in the "circuit", but he got over it swiftly as she
brought one neat looking dancer home after another to "party" and
perform on their go-go stage at home.  Johnny had built it for
her when she quit the dancing game a couple of years after Tamma-
ra was born and she'd had her partial hysterectomy --- partial
because they had left her ovaries in along with her cervix.
Anyway, Johnny was beginning to enjoy her return to dancing ---
maybe too much, she thought.  After six weeks, he was having a
ball entertaining her dancer friends in their twin, double home
in a run down but not hopeless section of the south end of town.
She was pretty sure that he was "making it" with some of them,
which did not in the least upset her.  The two of them had their
sort of unusual "code of married ethics" they operated by that
allowed either one to "play around" with whomever they wished, so
long as it didn't interfere a whole lot with their lives and
their daughter.

As Linda thought about Johnny and their daughter, John walked up
in front of her.

"You ready?"

"Uh Huh, --- Just give me a minute to call home and tell them I
have to work tonight," Linda replied.  She walked over to the pay
phone on the wall outside the lounge door, made her call and then
came back and got in the Caddy next to John.

John took her to "Othello's", a VERY NICE Italian restaurant
about two or three miles away and they had a quiet dinner in one
of the private dinning rooms, in subdued lighting, all by them-
selves.  "Some Pizza", she had thought when it was over and they
were sipping after dinner cocktails.

John leaned back in his chair and looked across the table at her.
"We have to be getting back, Linda --- it's eight forty-five!"

She started to get up and he said --- "Sit down a minute and
let's talk about your `problem', Linda.  I'm willing to bail your
car out of hock for you --- providing that you work double shifts
and --- providing that you are willing to work `private parties'
--- after hours --- for me?  You willing to do that, Linda?"

The prospect of having her Firebird back, substantially paid off,
made her happy, but this was going to be a lot of work --- and it
would keep her away from home from 3:00 or 3:30 in the afternoon
until 2:45 or 3:00 AM in the morning six days a week.  That's
didn't count the time involved in the `Private Party' thing,
either.  She wasn't going to get a hell of a lot of night time
sleep if she took this deal, she could see that.

She looked at John and said, "I think I can do that --- I'll have
to work it out with Johnny and Tammara but I think it'll work."

"Before you give me a definite `YES', Linda, I want you to know
that my `Private Parties' are pretty 'rough' --- you'll have to
dance nude --- AND --- UHHH --- you're going to have to dig out
your 'old tricks and talents' and `entertain' my friends in
between dancing sets.  Is that OK with you?"

Shaking a little, having ignored, originally, his reference to
`Private Parties', she was now having to deal with the subject
directly --- since he had now made it VERY clear what he expected
from her.  She thought about it and then asked --- "Entertain
them HOW? John --- What do you want me to do?  --- Specifically?"

"Bluntly? --- Dance naked, play with yourself in front of them on
the stage and then go down and play with THEM --- any way they
want you to and for as long as they want you to --- until four
thirty or five in the morning --- maybe longer --- but just on
Saturday Nights --- Sunday Mornings," he replied almost noncha-
lantly and with virtually no expression on his face or in his
eyes.

"The first "private party" --- a very SPECIAL ONE --- for some of
my `BUSINESS PARTNERS' --- is --- TONIGHT" he stated --- "if you
want the money, you have to start tonight, Linda!"

And --- having put the cards on the table for her to play with
and choose from, he got up and started for the door without
another word said between them.

Linda was silent all the way back to the Lounge, all during her
first set and even during the time in between the first and the
second sets.  She thought about John's 'proposition' the whole
time and honestly couldn't see any way in the world she could
turn him down.  She'd asked him for the money.  She was the one
who had started the whole thing, not him.  Now, she reckoned, she
was either going to have to shit or get off the damn pot ---
PERIOD.

Three years ago, she'd run away from "home" (and Johnny, espe-
cially) and had earned her living hooking her way across the
country from coast to coast.  She'd been gone over a year and
had, quite honestly, enjoyed the freedom for the first eight
months until she got wrapped up with her `problem,' again, down
in San Diego, California, after which her mind hadn't been either
free or made many reasonable decisions in her behalf --- but her
crazy assed body sure had.  She shook her head and cleared those
memories from her mind.  "That was ANOTHER story," she thought
--- and though not one she particularly wanted to forget all the
time, she had no time for it now --- to be sure.

She sat in the back corner booth thinking about whether she was
going to "go the rest of the way" with John and stick around
after she quit dancing at 2:00AM and join the "PARTY."

During the course of the rest of the evening, Linda had pondered
John's "offer" but he hadn't pressed her for an answer and she
hadn't volunteered one, either.

2:00 AM rolled around pretty fast and the other two dancers
started to pack it up to leave.  Linda had parked herself in the
back booth, again --- still --- and was now finishing her third
or fourth J&B on the rocks.  She made no move to get up and go
get dressed, but just sat there and drank and stared down at the
table.

Finally, at about 2:45AM when John had chased all the patrons out
of the lounge and locked the door and Jo Ellen had rung out and
was restocking the beer coolers behind the bar, John walked over
and sat down in the booth across from her.

"It's no big deal, Linda --- really it isn't," he said softly.
"I presume, since you're still here, we've got ourselves a
`deal', babe?"

She looked up at him from between her hand outlined face, propped
on her elbows over her J.B --- a little glassy eyed and fairly
well resigned --- and blurted --- "I'm still here, aren't I?
What the hell do YOU think, John?"

"Hey! --- Don't get pissed at me, sweetie! --- I'm not FORCING
you to do anything --- nothing at all! --- CORRECT?"

He was right --- it was her problem and her decision --- he
hadn't pressed her about it the whole night.  Just waited.
Frankly, she appreciated THAT more than she was willing to tell
him --- but she had a sneaking suspicion he already knew it and
had simply been letting her work it out within herself until she
had come to a rational decision --- "RATIONAL DECISION, MY ASS,"
she thought.  "Stripping nude, dancing nude and very obscenely in
front of a bunch of Italiano types and then fucking and sucking
them to their big black little hearts' content was NOT A RATIONAL
DECISION --- NO FUCKING WAY WAS IT `RATIONAL' or even REASONABLE,
for that matter!"

She stared across the table at him and said --- "I'm sorry, John.
It's just been a while since I consented to this sort of shit.
Really, it has --- but, it's OK --- I'll do it."

"OK, Linda --- just stay put --- have another drink or two ---
and RELAX --- just put your feet up and take it easy!  Jo
Ellen!!!  Get Linda another double J&B on the rocks, will ya?"

He got up from the booth and walked back through the hallway past
the rest rooms to the back door.  Linda heard him unlock it and
prop it part way open and then felt the cool, fresh night air on
her left shoulder as a gentle breeze slipped past her in the
booth by the hallway.

About 3:15, with only herself and John in the place, Linda heard
a pair of shoes coming down the back hallway, followed by a "Hey,
GUMMBAHHH, how'sa the tricks?" She recognized the voice.  It was
Pasqual, the little, bald owner of the Quality Inn, --- her buddy
and a "nice guy", Linda recalled.

"Hi, Linda! --- how ya been?"

She didn't answer him, but took another deep swallow of cool,
numbing J&B --- "Shit," she thought, "this is going to be a bitch
if all these guys are regular customers like him!  I'll never be
able to look em in the eye again!"  She shook her sand brown hair
out and thought:  "What the fuck!  I've been 'here' before and
I'll no doubt, be 'here' again --- it ain't no big fuckin' deal
makin' your money on your knees and your back!  Get your shit
together, you dumb fuckin' bitch", she admonished her ever numb-
ing mind.

"Hi, `friend' --- how's the motel business these days?" Linda
queried Pasqual.

"Ahhhhh, SO, SO," he exclaimed with a fingers extended and a 180
degree rotation of the hand palm down to palm up and back again
several times in quick succession.  "How's by you, Linda?  Life
treatin' you right these days?"

She gave him the same hand gesture back.  He nodded and walked
over to John who had come around the bar --- put his arms around
John --- and pounded him on the back with his hands.  Linda could
hear them whispering to each other, but she couldn't make out the
words at all --- as she heard more feet coming down the back
hallway at the same time.  She picked up her glass and took
another big swallow of melted ice diluted, straight, top shelf
J.B. and then eyeballed the arriving entourage as they walked
into the room and over to repeat the embracing bit with John.

Finally, when they'd all `done their thing' and virtually all of
them had turned around at one time or another to stare over at
her crouched in the back corner of her protecting booth, John
walked over past her and down the back hallway.  She heard him
slam the door and lock it.

His feet padded back up the hallway and stopped alongside her
booth and private hiding place for the last hour or hour and
half.

"OK, Kid --- let's get the `Show' on the road!  You need another
drink?"

Linda nodded sheepishly, tears streaming from her eyes as she
looked up at him.

In a very low, throaty whisper, he smiled back down at her and
said "relax, Linda --- RELAX --- you're one damn sexy lady and
you've got a lot of dancing talent --- from what I've seen of
your `moves' and the way you work `our' customers, this'll be a
cinch for you --- just choose your songs to tell part of your
`act' and then give 'em hell, woman!  YOU CAN DO IT --- I KNOW
YOU CAN!  Let's go!"

Linda looked back at him through glassy half drunken eyes and
slid out of her `hiding place', then walked over to the juke box
and took one of the pile of quarters off the top of the machine.
She punched a number, plugged another quarter, punched another,
and on and on until she had about twenty songs loaded.  Then she
walked between the leg of the bar and the wall, away from the
machine and turned left into the dressing room.  She shut and
locked the door and then stripped her black dancing suit off and
stared at her five foot seven slim body in the mirror on the
dressing table.  The gold rings glistened back at her.  "Oh,
Goddamn it," she thought, "those things have got to come off or
I'll never hear the end of it from these guys!"

She carefully reached down between her legs and grasped each
ring, one at a time, between two fingers of each hand and snapped
them open, rotated them until the open portion had slipped
through her lips, and then set them, one at a time, on a Kleenex
on the dressing table.  She repeated the process with the gold
nipple rings, which were about twice the size of the "pussy"
rings as her errant husband referred to them all the time.  After
placing the remaining two gold rings on the Kleenex, she gently
and carefully folded the tissue around them and reached down and
placed the precious package in the very bottom of her travel bag.

As her hand came up from the bottom of the bag, she grasped her
makeup kit and lifted it out and onto the table, opening it and
setting some of it's contents out on the table.  She sat down in
front of the mirror and started to make up her tear streaked, but
now dry face.  She tinted her cheeks to a blushing shade, shad-
owed her eyes in a deep bluish black sunken, but sexy look,
lengthened her eyebrows and filled them out wider and wider and
then painted her lips into a perfect `Cupids bow' form with a
fluorescent scarlet orange lip shade with her lip brush.

She ovaled her lips into a cock sized "O" and put the finishing
touches on them so that they framed the deep, soon not to be
empty, ovaled circle that led into her open mouth.

Then she went to work on her nipples and breasts and when she was
done, they also, stared back from the mirror at her in sexy,
sensuous splendour and flesh tone tints ranging from the colour
of her white skin through the colour of her tanned belly to a
very scarlet orange fluorescent colour on the nipples.

She stood up in front of the mirror and shaded the scar in on her
underbelly --- the one from her operation --- and blotted out the
stretch lines on the sides of her lower midriff.

Satisfied, she put her foot up on the far outside of the dressing
table and cranked her remaining foot, on the floor, outward
toward the other end of the table.  With one hand, she reached
down and spread the now opening lips of her sex and, with the
other hand, picked up her makeup and started to tint her hair
surrounded lips in varying shades and colours of the body